UMPROMTED !
@pruinesce sent: ' it's late, shouto. . . what are you doing? '
TIP-TOEING THROUGH THE QUIET HALLWAY WAS A SKILL SHOUTO ACQUIRED YOUNG. in the midst of the night with an addled brain he would escape ; find a false sense of serenity in the crispness of night. the air outside was different than the suffocating ichor within the house. out here he felt lighter , as if he could breathe in deep without the scent of fire. he’s escaped many nights like this , but clearly his silence was too loud. he startles ( just barely , fuyumi’s voice was delicate ) and turns around to face his awoken sister. “ ah , i’m sorry. ” immediately he chastises himself as if anyone within these walls could sleep without interruption.
“ i just needed some air ... that’s all. ” which is true , but the reason continues to be wrapped tight within his chest. fuyumi knows , is what shouto thinks. the reason was always clear , afterall , he slept just a mere few doors down. the sleepless night hangs tight beneath his eyes , painting purple against the right side’s unblemished skin. you can’t lie to your sister , not when she’s seen it all. “ i’m alright , sis. go back to sleep. ”
