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It’s a normal day for Akito. He faces days full of monotony broken by many factors, one major one being his boyfriend, endlessly after all.
Akito wakes up when his mornings usually start, 6 o’clock in the morning, firmly tucked in with his blankets, listening to the relaxed ringing of his boyfriend’s mashup of Baby and I’m In Love With The Shape Of You going ‘BABY BABY BABY OOH” and ‘I’m in love with your bodyyy’ under his pillow, the distant groans and mumbles of Ena complaining about how she didn’t see the signs of obvious gayness while raising him, and the soft action of his chest rising and falling while he takes tiny breaths to fully wake up.
His routine remains largely the same as always, getting ready to go to school, until he spots a speedy blur falling past his window. Normally he would’ve assumed it was a bird carcass or something, but today his heart felt unbearably heavy at the sight.
He chooses to follow his instincts and looks outside of his window, then he proceeds to instantly shut the window and promptly collapses on the floor in revulsion towards the abhorrent and vile view before him. He certainly makes noise enough to worry Ena, as she rushes to his room concerned about this sudden outburst.
She looks at him as he appears, skittle-orange hair and his school uniform disheveled from the abrupt fall after crashing against his wooden table, his dead expression while desperately clutching at his windowsill.
Some other observations were how he looked as if pushed to the brink of insanity, despair clearly painting his pale and nauseous face.
Deciding to confront the apparent cause of his sudden shift in demeanor, she delicately pushes past him and heads to the window. She is more afraid then she lets on, but suddenly to her the window looks like all her anxieties merged—how was it for Akito then, to reduce him to such a grovelling mess?
(Pitter patter)
Her footsteps sounded like claps of thunder striking down in her ringing ears, her slow pace full of hesitance—she wasn't going to let her pathetic nerves get in the way of Akito’s health, at least when it was as serious as this. A glimpse is all it takes for her to understand Akito’s state, the body below his room was unrecognisable yet oh so familiar, the scene painted with hurried and frenzied strokes of red, body relentlessly flattened into the stiff concrete cracks. Though the face remained indistinguishable, the familiar split-coloured head of hair was the final nail in the coffin.
Ena’s expression wasn’t visible to Akito as he could see nothing but lines moving past him, joining and splitting into colourful messes and only the same sight of Touya’s body was a constant behind his eyelids, yet leaving them open just contains the same visual torture.
Maybe this was an overreaction, but his mind couldn’t handle the explosive change in worrying about Tsukasa to having to see that.
He so desperately wishes for this to be a faraway nightmare.
He tries to make sure of this hazy reality? Dream? By taking one more peek below, he sees the same sight and abruptly passes out.