✍ [ C L O S E D ] - Yukio & Mayu & Akimitsu
When Yukio turned the corner, Akimitsu followed behind him wearily, prepared to... Well, he honestly didn't know what he would do in the event of a tragedy, a fact that weighed on him heavily. Thank goodness Yukio was there; there would be no way he'd follow the path medical tools without him.
"Oh-- Oh, my God."
Instinctively, he took a step back, eyes wide and heart pounding. All at once, he felt his body tense and threaten to collapse, and he clung to his cane for dear life. No, no, this wasn't right-- This couldn't be right, Mr. Maeda and Mr. Shisumiya--
But then, before anything could be done, before any more words could be said, Rai stirred. Was this some cruel joke? Was he the subject of another performance, put on by this gruesome, vicious world and dragged into an existence in which he-- oh shit Rai looked really fucked up. Uneasily, Akimitsu's attention turned to Shuu, expecting him to stir as well. However, upon closer inspection, the comedian's face paled as the realization hit him; Mr. Shisumiya was dead.
Akimitsu let out a short, ragged breath and rested his forehead against his palm. Whoever did this was nothing short of a monster, Rai's screams only confirming the damage they had dealt. Shakily, he rested his gaze on the boy on the ground, taking in the nightmarish sight of broken bones and smeared blood. They didn't deserve this, especially over something as trivial as a secret.
Slowly, cautiously, Akimitsu made his way over to Rai. He knelt down beside him, the suffering the other had faced now sufficiently evident as they were closer.
"We-- We have to get him help." He helplessly looked back at Yukio, searching for some sort of answer. Hopefully, the other would know what to do.