:// soft and bitter.
this isn’t jeno’s dorm.
this isn’t even jeno’s building-- which he realizes belatedly, once he’s already inside and leaning against one of the pristine walls. his feet are taking him instinctively on a familiar path-- one he’s avoided for quite a while now, but he supposes his sub-conscious just really didn’t want him to be alone.
stupid sub-conscious.
he moves up the floors slowly, taking the stairs instead of the elevator for fear of motion sickness after at the club. he’s sobered up a considerable amount already, just wandering around campus ( accidentally blowing up fire hydrants and bending lamp posts over will have that effect, normally ). even still, the hallway still swims and the screen of his phone is mocking him as he tries to text kan to see if he’s even awake-- to see if he’ll keep him company.
he’s standing outside the door, mouth pulled down into a soft pout when he gets no response. as his fingers tug at the collar of his damp, soft black button up shirt, trail through sweat soaked ( and then rain drenched ) hair-- he debates whether or not to knock. there’s a small, nagging voice that tells him that’s a bad idea-- but in his current euphoric state, high off of the adrenaline of dancing away his stress, he ignores it and lightly raps on the door.
“psst.... ge-- ge, you in there? help.”
his long limbs are particularly heavy-- and he leans his head on the door as his knocks get weaker-- before he’s suddenly falling forward, head snapping up, eyes blinking rapidly.
“ge-- oh.”
– vs. ˟ ( @avxia )











