Wake Up in the Morning Feelin' Like... Wait is it Even Morning? | Ito | Cellmate Starter
One moment he's on his way to his bright future at the best school in Japan, and the next... nothing. Mitsuo slowly comes to on a cold hard concrete floor, his head full of buzzing noises that are decidedly not the kind he likes. "Ngh man, anyone get the number of that truck?" He groans, propping himself up on his elbows as he rubs a hand through his hair, temporarily displacing his headphones. Well at least those were still there, Mitsuo would've had to throw a magnificent fit if his beloved headphones had gone missing. Those things are like, his trademark.
This is far from the first time Mitsuo has woken up in an unfamiliar place with a foggy memory and a sore head, so he isn't overly alarmed about it. Levering himself into a sitting position, he shakes his head a little, grimacing, and yawns as he pulls his headphones back up over his ears. Well, time to face the music... wait a moment.
This can't be right. Waking up on the floor of a club? Sure. Waking up in someone's apartment? It's happened. But waking up in what looks like a prison? That's new, and extremely unpleasant. Suddenly frantic, Mitsuo scrambles to his feet and looks around wildly.
"Oh shit, what the hell did I do last night?" No sooner is this question out, then his gaze lands on another boy. Huh, he's pretty cute. If these were less terrifying circumstances Mitsuo might have flashed him a smile. "Uh, hi there. Don't suppose you know what I'm in for?" He asks with a nervous laugh.
