#auxiliarystar

"Do you think you’re some sort of saint? A god..? Do you think you can try and perform miracles..." "You're so disgusting. And I can see why Tasuku-kun has feelings for you… You’re so… pitiable. Vulnerable.”

So it was Aichi's turn for nightmares to haunt him, jolting awake in bed, his head rolled to make sure he hadn't disturbed Tasuku. The younger had been troubled himself; for an undisclosed duration, if the nights before had been anything to go by.

He felt sick; he needed air. Rather than disturb the other, hes lipped out soundlessly, perched on the edge of the bed, massaging heavy lids with his palms. The howling from outside seized his attention in that instant; a storm raging outside, splattering the building with the heavy downpour and relentless gales.

             Even still, he picked himself up, staggering to the doorway, and without his coat, slipping through without hesitation or looking back. Outside 2D, when he should have been in the room over. A glance to the door of his assigned room. But he turned away.

Unfocused and dazed, his body swayed with each limp forward, paying no heed to the darkness of the dimly-lit corridors, with a large majority of the population presumably asleep.

His goal was only the door: throwing them open for the weather to roar inwards after doing so, and wandered outwards. Into the storm. Drenched within seconds, but ignorant nonetheless; nothing registered, only to pace forward, the soles of his boots sinking into the marsh created around the building.

Only moving forward; because he had the intent of coming out for air. The winds ready to bowl him over, sending his soaked hair swinging wildly, the fabric of the white shirt sticking to his skin under its newfound weight, the bitter cold; none of it was relevant.