#duskfated

@furykept​​ said: “listen, I know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” // rei for keito

❝ Hm, Ever the worrier, aren’t you, Bozu~? ❞ He doesn’t have a choice, does he? Keito is right, his condition is not well, moving in this state would result in collapse and if he was to move, he is sure Keito will stalk him. Frustrating, he still has work~ Yet, he lay under blankets, wet rag placed pon forehead with other watching him as if he were a child. It was a strange feeling, Like they were children once more, heart tightening in chest as he turned, closing red eyes. Fine, if rest is what he wants, he’ll rest for just a bit... Though already feeling restless from laying aimlessly. Exhaling through nose before speaking once more.

❰ p͙r͙o͙m͙p͙t͙e͙d͙: 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 // can be turned to threads ❱ @duskfated​ ⇢ “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

          He ponders over other’s words, blue orbs narrowing, like a snake finding it prey he was inches close to wanting nothing more than finishing him. Instead, he chose not to do such a thing. His hands forming into a fist, nails digging right into his skin hardly caring if any blood ended up drawing out in the process.

          He was frustrated, that much was obvious. The once so calm demeanor that he once had, disappear within seconds, anger begins creeping itself in. It’s never too hard for him to get mad, he does not know how to deal with it, the smallest of things always found itself settling him off but he tried his best to avoid such a thing ( this, was much different. )

                ❛ Shut it, Sakuma. What do you know? ❜ He spits out, his stares still remaining focus onto him without so much of care of the world. If It had not been for the fact that he was Ritsu’s brother, he would have decided to punch him right then and there. 

              ❛ Like hell, you have any room to talk. You are always holding everything yourself, and keeping things a secret from everyone. And here you are, telling me not to? The fuck, you think you are? ❜ 

You’re so cute, I love you !!

It was like Leo hadn’t even heard him. In front of him were sheet music. A whole lot of sheet music. Some had coffee stains on them - one was in fact entirely brown and crumpled up and tossed aside after an accident earlier. How much earlier? From the looks of things, Leo hadn’t slept in... Quite some time. Dark shadows under his eyes, cheeks sunken in and hair lifeless. It was beyond messy, a result of him pulling his hand through it one time too many.

Around Leo were empty cups of take-away coffee but an alarming small amount of empty food cartons and containers. There was one styrofoam container that seemed to have been holding sushi - there were still sad remains of browned wasabi and wilted gari in it - and an half empty pizza carton in the room but that was it.