decontrol: ʜᴜʀᴘ (ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ) (Default)
sᴏᴜᴊɪ " ɴᴏ " ᴏᴋɪᴛᴀ. ([personal profile] decontrol) wrote 2014-02-03 04:12 am (UTC)

[ souji doesn't want to think about what he saw, or what he thinks he'd seen, not when he'd rather yuuki to offer him the same courtesy, to forget about what was right in front of her eyes. he'd been exposed, yes, but it was more than that; it felt something like being skinned alive, of having your deepest secrets forcibly ripped from inside of you and laid bare for all to observe.

so he's understandably pissed, more livid than he's ever been. he worked so hard to keep it all inside so that no one has to know, no one has to see what kind of person he truly is, and then just like that, someone has a glimpse of it. just an idea, a small hint, and it scares him so much. no one beyond ibuki has ever gotten that close, maybe chizuru, but he's sure she doesn't remember it the same way he does, so—

he walks even faster, ignoring yuuki's calling out his name. there's nothing to talk about, no reason for him to stay here and wait for her so he turns corners like he's definitely trying to avoid her. the mirrors get more and more disorienting the further he goes but that doesn't seem to bother him. in fact, it urges him more to pick up the pace.

sooner or later, he'll find the way out, right? he'll ignore everyone else and go back to his room.

he never should have come here. ]

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