Plotted Starter: @weavewithin
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Yasuo never thought he would see that face again, constantly haunting his nightmares like an ichor seeping into his soul rotting him inside and out. He didn't remember falling asleep until he felt someone grab the collar of the blue yukata—gotten for the festival a few weeks prior. The stranger had him thrown out the door before he realized what happened—door, sword… Security.
He winced as he remembered the last few days, brow laden with sweat from another sweaty and depressing nap. Night sweats took control over his nights and he could hardly manage to sleep more than few minutes unless he was—he realized what happened. He was drinking, a little—a lot. Yasuo groaned and shoved himself to his feet, putting his hand on the hilt of his sword. The only position worth anything at that point, having blown most of his money on spirits.
What was he waiting for? For Yone to change his mind and find him to end it all? Yasuo wasn't sure, he felt… lost. Lost was putting it simply and he couldn't come up with any better word. His head was spinning and aching worse than ever. The samurai grabbed onto the nearest support and used it like one would if they were hanging off the edge of a building. He didn't get very far from the tea house before the pre-syncope became too much to bear and he crumpled against a wall.
Maybe he should accept the mercy his brother granted him. Maybe he should have followed and insisted upon his retribution. He wasn't certain about either option. Both made his stomach do flips inside him or maybe that was just the alcohol poisoning. He inevitably ended up clearing his stomach soon after that. The exhaustion of drinking and dehydration making his symptoms even worse.
Everyone was still in celebratory yukata from the recent festival—at least… Mostly everyone. There was someone who was standing out among the crowd and they were distinctly not Ionia even with his terrible squinting. He likely wouldn't have thought about who it was if it weren't for—that haircut… He swore he taught Taliyah how to cut her hair like that.
Suddenly it dawned on him as she seemed to take notice of him and panic broke him free from his daze. Yasuo knew he couldn't let her see him like this and he wondered if he was hallucinating, but she looked very real. He scrambled to his feet and tried to make a run for it—maybe he could get away and she wouldn't see him like that.
That was the intention until he tripped over a chair that someone left out from underneath the table. It stole his non-existent balance and caused him to fall face first. His head couldn't hurt more than it already did.
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