@xdeorc
Uzumaki had been one of Alix’s favorite horror films since she could remember —nights in junior high had been spent alone watching the surreal movie had made up her summer. When she was put into her class at U.A, she had been pleased to find that at last she wasn’t to be outcasted for liking cult films. It was even better when Kuroiro had wanted to watch some with her.
It hadn’t even been forty-five minutes before Alix noticed that she began to feel sluggish, like a wave that crashed over her and kept her in the undertow; it wasn’t foreign at all, and she felt slightly disappointed that she had to get all feverish while she was trying to hang out with a friend for once. The brunette pushed on anyways.
With cheeks flushed and violet eyes half-lidded, she took in the strange, almost psychedelic horror happening on the screen. Before she knew it, her cheek was on Kuroiro’s shoulder, the weight of her head fully on them as she slept almost fitfully.










