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“If I have to use another nook miles ticket to get Coco I am going to kill myself.” Atsushi whined. He’d been streaming for the past 5 hours and the past 3 had been spent villager hunting. The first hour and a half of his stream had been decorating around Chrissy’s house. And the next 30 minutes were spent trying out dumb methods to get one of his villagers off his island that his chat suggested.
He’d come across 7 villagers in that time but hadn’t found the one he wanted. While waiting for the loading screen to end, there was a soft noise from somewhere in his room. It was so imperceptible that most of his chat hadn’t noticed it. But the noise startled Atsushi, looking around the room for a moment as if looking for a threat. He brushed it off and continued his villager hunt but the internet had started to become worried. This had been happening for the entire stream. There would be a slight noise and Atsushi’s reaction would be, quite dramatic to say the least.
Throughout the past few hours he’d received several messages from Kyouka and Tanizaki asking about it. Though their concerns were quickly dismissed by Atsushi, insisting that he was alright and had just been feeling off today.
During hour 6 of his stream he’d paused everything to go up and get painkillers. He’d been having a headache for the past few hours but had only chosen to do something about it now. As he filled his glass with water he heard the chime of a notification sound. He reached for his phone to open the message while he swallowed the pills.
Direct Messages
Donut lord
Donut lord: whats wrong with you
The blue devil: nothing
Donut lord: sure
Donut lord: its not like you’ve been unbelievably paranoid all day or anything
Donut lord: and then you suddenly pause your stream?
Donut lord: whats going on atsushi
The blue devil: i told you its nothing
The blue devil: whats with your weird insistence that theres always something more going on
The blue devil: leave me alone
Donut lord: atsushi
The blue devil: fuck off
Atsushi slid his phone back into his pocket and walked back to his desk. He tried to shake off the residual irritation that had sparked from his conversation with Ranpo before he turned his stream back on. Then he was back to his cheerful self that the internet was used to. 15 or so minutes after he went back to his stream he realised how mean he’d been to Ranpo.
Direct Messages
Donut Lord
The blue devil: sorry
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆̷ Belinda | ✴️❇️@bakudekuslime
What the fuck is up with moonlight
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Liquorice ⊹₊⟡⋆ 🍬@@jinklebellrock
Our boy is hallucinating 😭🥀
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An 🍁๋࣭ @ineedtomiokagiyuupregnant_67
I swear if another horse shows up while moonlight villager hunts im gonna shoot myself in the head
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( ˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) k᥆ᥣᥣіᥱ ˓˒ 𝖿ᥣ᥆ᥕ3r @kolli3
Replying to @ineedtomiokagiyuupregnant_67
WOAH THERE
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ꕤ｡˚⋆𝖱𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒𝗇⋆˚࿔🌧️@tax3vad3rr
Moonlight come back we miss you
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mikaela˙⋆✮@cotton.p4w
Replying to @tax3vad3rr
Hes been gone for 5 minutes
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ꕤ｡˚⋆𝖱𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒𝗇⋆˚࿔🌧️@tax3vad3rr
Replying to @cotton.p4w
Too long
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Persimmon ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆@@mutantrat_bark
Is moonlight sick??? Whats up with him??
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I LOVE YAOI 💚@liliavanrougefemboy
Replying to @mutantrat_bark
In the head maybe
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𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓉⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆@ilovecatssoverymuch0
Replying to @liliavanrougefemboy
Thats actually not funny
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RXYALEKXR0M1 @careesespieces
Coco come home 🙏
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As Atsushi’s stream continued he became more anxious. He was flinching at sounds so muted he was half-convinced they weren’t real. Alongside that, he’d been scratching at his face every so often. There was a weird feeling that just wouldn’t go away no matter what he did. He didn’t really notice he was even doing it until he felt a sharp pain. He pulled his hand away from his face and-
Red.
There was a bright red substance – no, liquid underneath his fingernails.
Blood.
Blood that he could feel running down the side of his face.
He moved to turn his stream off. No warning, no explanation, no nothing. During the brief moment that he had lifted his head he could see the blood trailing down the side of his cheek and his neck. Weirdly enough, he couldn’t feel the uncomfortable feeling of the liquid running down his face. Nor could he feel the pain of the wound. It was more of a dull ache, if even that.
All the thoughts in his head sort of disappeared as he stared at the red under his fingernails, the smell of copper filling the air. He watched as his hand shook, they’d been doing that a lot today.
If he’d been in his usual state of mind he’d have probably realised that Ranpo had been right in his insistence that something was wrong. But he could hardly form a complete thought before it ran into another. All his thoughts bled into each other causing a sort of blank slate. It was like when you mix all the paint colours together to create black.
He stayed in this state of stillness for what felt like hours, but in reality wasn’t more than a few minutes. He was snapped out of it when he felt a damp cloth pressed against the side of his head.
He looked up and was greeted with soft eyes the colour of mercury. He tried to say something, but nothing but a soft breath came out. He settled for giving him a soft smile as his boyfriend cleaned up the blood that had begun to solidify on his skin.
Despite the large amount of blood that had seeped out from the wound, the cut was actually quite small. The two of them figured it would be fine if they left it uncovered. It wasn’t like it was bleeding and it was unlikely for wounds on your face to scar, or something like that.
“I’m sorry.”
“”Don’t be.” Akutagawa reassured, his tone firm but not uncaring.
Once there was no longer dried blood resting on Atsushi’s skin, Akutagawa pulled him away from his study. He led him into their bedroom and sat him on the edge of the bed. Akutagawa rifled through their closet for a moment, pulling out a hoodie to replace the one Atsushi was currently wearing – which was now lightly stained with blood.
Once Atsushi was changed into the new hoodie – the previous one having been discarded somewhere in the room for one of them to clean later – the two of them were sitting on their bed, cuddled up to each other. Atsushi’s head was pressed up against Akutagawa's chest, near his heart while Akutagawa's hand was tangled in his hair. The room was silent as Akutagawa contemplated how to approach the topic at hand.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?”
“No.” Atsushi’s voice was muffled, but the waver in his voice was apparent.
Akutagawa simply sighed in response. He couldn't say that this wasn’t the reaction he’d expected from his boyfriend. After a relapse he’d always shut down and refuse to talk unless he had to, or to apologise for “being a bother” – or something like that.
It was fine. He could figure out what had caused his relapse by himself.
It was odd. Atsushi hadn’t relapsed in several months (which was part of the reason he was so upset) and nothing had happened recently that might've set him off. Incidents like this used to be much more common when he still took his previous medication, but ever since he got new ones they had mostly stopped.
His eyes drifted over to the medicine container across the room. It was one of those pill organisers that you’d put your medication into to make sure you’d taken them, which Akutagawa got Atsushi after a few too many accidental overdoses. Despite the dim lighting making it hard to see into the container, he was pretty sure he could see the pills that Atsushi was supposed to have taken still in the inserts.
“Jinko, did you take your meds today?”
There was a brief period of silence as Atsushi considered the answer.
“Fuck.”
Well there was the answer to all their questions. Unfortunately for Atsushi, it was much too late in the day to take his meds now, so he’d just have to wait till the next morning. Thankfully he didn’t suffer from insomnia when he didn't take his meds, unlike a certain someone they knew.
Akutagawa pulled Atsushi closer as he felt him press his face against the slope of his neck. It wasn’t long before he felt the sensation of warm droplets falling against his skin. As much as he’d like to say this was a rare situation, it was unfortunately a position they were awfully familiar with. He sat in silence as his partner cried, occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
Once Atsushi had calmed down mostly, Akutagawa heard the chime of a notification from his phone. He reached over to grab his phone, attempting to not disturb Atsushi
Direct Messages
Boyfriend’s Sister
Boyfriend’s sister: how’s atsushi
Brothers boyfriend: he’ll be fine