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It was dark and gloomy outside, stars scattered around the midnight sky. The crescent moon shines brightly as the sound of rain patters onto the window. Kazutoshi wasn't really looking at the sky, or paying attention to the soft tapping of the rain on the window, though. He had already tried that.
He just couldn't sleep. The crime scene cleaner has been tossing and turning for around an hour now before just giving up and laying on his back to stare at the ceiling. The slight pain in his abdomen surely didn't help, and neither did his headache — but he's used to it by now.
All of this tossing and turning made him really hungry though. He has been ignoring his hunger for a few minutes now, hoping it'll go away and he'll just fall asleep. (It didn't work.) He groaned in annoyance. The boy was too fatigued to get up and actually leave his dorm. But he needs to, he can't sleep anyways, and his hunger is really fucking killing him.
"Fuck it." He mutters, slowly getting up, the pain is slightly worse now, but whatever. Kamimura definitely looks like a mess right now. His pyjamas were wrinkly (pyjamas weirdly unbefitting for him actually; long-sleeved, light blue and white striped shirt with matching pants.) his hair was definitely tangled from all the tossing and turning, and he probably looked half fucking asleep.
Leaving the dorm, he luckily didn't come across anyone, that is until he entered the dining room.
"Gooooodmorning, Kamimura." Okazaki greeted him with a wave. She was still wearing her creepy (really fucking cool, if he's being honest.) mask, but her pyjamas were different from her usual clothes. Well-kept too.
"Morning is a bit of a stretch. It's like 1 AM." He groggily mumbled, making his way to the kitchen. Kazutoshi made himself a sandwich, that should be just enough to satiate his hunger.
Once he re-entered the dining room, she was still sitting there. What was she even doing here? Honestly, he couldn't care less.
"What's with you? Couldn't sleep?" He still asked her. He doesn't even like small talk, he just said that to be polite. (He hopes he doesn't regret it.)
"Hm. You could say that. Cute pyjamas, by the way." She was grinning behind her mask, Kamimura couldn't tell.
"Uh, thanks, I guess?" He sat down across from her, eating his sandwich. Kazutoshi doesn't really like taking food back to his dorm, so he'll just finish it here. "...Do you sleep with that mask on or what?"
She tilts her head before responding, "No...? I'm not in bed right now, so I have it on. That's a strange thing to assume, Kamimura."
He munches on the sandwich as he listens to her. "Can't a guy just be curious?" He bites back at her, after he swallowed his food. He doesn't talk while he has food in his mouth, that's gross. "Why do you have that on, anyway?"
She thought for a bit, staring at him. "Is... that really any of your business?" She replied, she didn't really sound rude, though.
"'Guess not. Don't even know why I asked." He shrugged, continuing to eat. "But actually, what I am curious about... You make masks, right? And you live alone, so does it like... pay well?"
She tilts her head again, "Hm. It depends, I don't sell a lot of my masks, but when I do, it usually does pay well. Mainly for cosplays and festivals, they sell for a lot."
He perked up at her. "Wait. So do you just have like... a creepy mask collection?" Okazaki wore a different mask everyday, so he had assumed that she did. He really wants to see it, to be honest.
"...Yeah?" She seemed to pick up on his interest. "I can show you, if you'd like." Huh. Was she really that bored?
"You know what? Fuck it. I have literally nothing better to do." He finally finished his sandwich. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to enter the room of someone who has a creepy mask collection to well... see their creepy mask collection – but Kazutoshi doesn't really care right now. And it's not like she's an actual murderer... he hopes.
Okazaki led him to her room, opening the door. They had all just moved in a week ago, so she hasn't properly decorated that much yet. (Not like Kazutoshi is judging her, he hasn't either.) The mask collection was quite big actually, the masks colorful and unique.
"This... is actually really sick." Kazutoshi grinned at her, then turned to look at the masks. Sure, it was slightly creepy, but the craftsmanship is amazing and the masks look genuinely awesome. "I mean, I knew you were good at making these, but woah."
She was a little flustered at the comment, but composed herself. "Of course I am. I'm confident in what I do." She replied, watching him. Should he be concerned that she's willing to show him all of this?
"Why are you even showing me any of this?" He tilted his head towards her. It's not like they were friends, they hadn't even talked much before this.
"Hm. I guess I was just bored." She shrugged. Huh. That was it? Kamimura just scoffed, grinning at her, "Oh yeah? You didn't just wanna flex all your masks?" His eyes darted back to the masks, then back at her. "Fuck, I wouldn't be able to sleep either if I had a bunch of creepy masks facing directly towards my bed."
"Wh- huh?" She stuttered, "I- I sleep just fine!" Defensive, much? She seems pretty awake right now.
"Riiight, riiight." Kamimura yawned, the pain was getting increasingly worse now- his vision was getting slightly blurry and his head was killing him. (But of course he couldn't tell her that. None of her fucking business.)
He approached the door. "I'm going to attempt to sleep again, so like, don't break in and mutilate me." He snickers, waving to her. Surprisingly, Okazaki had actually calmed his nerves quite a bit.
"Wh- d- huh? I won't?" Even in her scattering, she waves back at him. "Sleep well, Kamimura."
"G'night, Okazaki." He smiles at her. Maybe she's not so bad. Still creepy, but not so bad. The door closes behind him. He'll see her tomorrow.