Paperwork, nonverbal || gluecksritter
This had to be some sort of sick joke, honestly.
He'd just walked into the room of where he was assigned to work for the day, only to see the last person he would have liked to be paired with already starting on the filing. A deep frown settled on his face, and he could feel a pain in his chest. He didn't want to see Komaeda, not at all.
Yet here he was, stuck with him for the day.
Saying nothing, he moved to grab a stack of the papers, moving to the farther side of the room--wishing it was bigger so he could avoid him more easily. Setting himself on the floor, he immersed himself in the organization of the files and folders, not daring to look up. He felt sick, quite sure his face had already gone pale.
He just hoped the other didn't try talking to him--and if he did, he was sure to answer with as few words as possible.
