When Mizu left, Haru was left in his empty apartment once again. He had stopped the shaking as she came in to check on him, but since she was gone it started up once again. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had eaten or even had an appetite. He made sure to drink water because he didn’t want to die, but he just couldn’t find the motivation to live. Haru hadn’t even taken a bath in days. He thought the water might help at first, but it just made it worse after the incident that still had him reeling.
I need to eat something at least. With a sigh, Haruka got up from his mess of a bed and headed toward the kitchen. His stomach turned sickeningly at the thought of food, but even a little bit was better than nothing.