“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.” || @extracoin || hajime
stress and fatigue wrap around hajime like a spider’s web — dangerous silk holds him captive and it is through stubbornness alone that hajime does not give into it and sleep, sleep, sleep. he aches to give up. to assure himself that this is all a dream and he wasn’t really on an island where the chances of dying grew every day, be it from a fellow member of the group or monakuma’s meddling. let it end, let it end.
tired laugh escapes lips and he sinks into further into the sand, orange burning behind his eyelids. the shade hardly helped on jabberwock. it was warmer than — well, the previous day on jabberwock. how lame. he couldn’t even remember the heat of the sun before this. “there’s no winning.” this isn’t a game, chiaki. frustrated words gather in his throat. stuffed back down. chiaki was trapped here like him, too. “there’s surviving. and we can barely do that at all.”
