everything in his body is telling him it’s the wrong day. that today should be one of their classless days, where he should be able to sleep later. he moves a joint, and it squeaks, as if sleep is merely the rust between the hinges. if it were, then he’s sure a good cup of black coffee or strong tea would oil them right back up. but he hadn’t risen early enough for a drink, and he’s starting to feel the consequences.
he drags on, sleep clinging relentlessly to his coattails and holding him back, until at last, after seven near-attempts to fall asleep in his classes and two stumbles at pre-live rehearsal later, he finds himself standing no, drooping next to tatsumi. he desires, so badly, to sit down, yet the very thought of either of their units questioning him on his capabilities has him straightening his back and staring ahead in newfound determination. he will not have amagi staring at him, nor will he allow alkaloid to doubt his abilities.
evidently …
@saintsumi. brushes HiMERU's hair back for him ^_^
… he’s staring a little too hard.
with a blink, HiMERU is drawn out of his mindless reverie, life filling back into his absent eyes. he isn’t certain how long he has been standing there staring at nothing, thinking about nothing, but clearly, it was long enough for tatsumi to notice. shame on him, for not being aware enough to see the hand that reaches, the fingers that glide through his hair. it is a caring gesture he’s gone without for so long that he squints and lets the feeling linger. for a moment until he regains his mind back.
❝ ?! ❞ on instinct, he shakes his head, freeing his signature from its loose sweep and letting it dangle once more across his cheek. his gaze finds tatsumi’s, hardened against the threat of drowsiness once more. instantly, his gaze darts about, as he attempts to make certain no one had seen that. ❝ tatsumi. you idiot. do you know people could be watching ? ❞
* . ゜ unprompted ! 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗.