@saihatra
It was a normal morning. At least, it should’ve been. The little leader woke with his body heavy, sluggish, and certainly exhausted. He shivered, feeling rather cold -- maybe it was just a chilly morning -- and he stumbled out of his room, grasping onto the handrail. Pale as a ghost, he slowly took weighty steps down the stairs, unnaturally languid. However, by the time he’d made it halfway down, he tripped over himself and fell down the stairs -- not too far a fall, but it made a loud thud.
What he hadn’t noticed was that Saihara had left his room at the same time, witnessing the boy tumble down the steps.










