#possession.arc

Iida’s invitation had been unexpected, after all, and he still had this gory need for this night to be perfect. The conversation just now had... hurt... it, like everything else lately, hadn’t gone entirely the way he’d wanted it to, but at least this was something he could control. This was something he could get right.

So he showers, brushes his teeth, gets rid of every little trace of blood on him until he feels fresh and clean enough to face him. The flowers were an odd little thing to have to work around, glistening brightly as they took their sweet time to dry. He almost picks one of Iida’s shirts to wear over him, but decides against it in the end, thinking it might be too much...

What he does pick is white and simple, and very reminiscent of their first night.

And then he’s walking over, spiraling higher with every step closer to his room. By the time he’s in front of his door, he feels almost drunk with the feeling, biting his lip and feeling on the verse of laughing, or breaking into tears, somehow simultaneously.

It’s 6 am. And Monoma feels like a fucking idiot standing in the fucking 1-A dorms holding a stupid tray and... It had taken forever to find Iida’s room but he did it. And now he’s standing here, like he has been for the last fifteen minutes, too afraid to make the final step.

Too afraid to make a lot of final steps.

Finally, after a painful grimace, he knocks gently on the door, quiet but firm and getting louder and louder as he impatiently waits for him to answer.