#unspecifiedtalent

I TRY TO FIND YOU EVERY TIME SEARCHING FOR THOSE SAME WIDE EYES THAT LOCKED ME IN, IN MY FIRST LIFE.

@unspecifiedtalent // @geimaa

“Brother” a single word can be heard escaping the mouth of the silent shadow. he is there for god knows how long, just observing whatever his brother was doing. A skill of an ultimate spy is rather useful when it came down to his usual routines. Seeing how the class he was in suddenly fell completely silent, everyone else did not fail to notice him now. A rather tall figure, concealed by the shadow of it’s own hair. The perfect human dressed as a member of the reserve course. Everyone here failed to recognize this person. And Izuru could honestly care less. He had the permission to move wherever he wanted to. And the teachers were notified, seeing how the actual adult started to actively divert everyone’s attention from the dark male to the topic at hand. 

Memories faintly lingered in her mind as she attempted, once again, to recall the events that lead her to this...ordeal. However, to her surprise, she felt lost even when trying to revive previous events. She remembered walking down the hall...she tried to get somewhere...but where? Today’s events were fuzzy and, most of what wasn’t forgotten was disconnected pieces that she tried to put together like a puzzle. And yet, despite how despair enducing memory loss might be, something much more alarming.

An unmistakable nightmare that she was trapped within. From the vast tile floor, the spaces between serving as a straight path to the never ending walls, each seeming to touch the sky. Terror began to set in the gambler. Was this a dream? She had no memory of sleeping...

And suddenly...from the corner of her eye, she noticed movement. Far away from her, a stranger passed by...however, it took him less than minutes to cross the neighbourhood-sized floor.

“...you’re not listening. not really.”

frustration is evident in her voice as she plucks another bland rice cracker from its package, navigating it towards her mouth. the last couple of months were taxing in a way that shows on her tired, haggard face. being unable to interfere as the AI that took her place tried to prevent enoshima from getting what she wanted, watching as her former friends killed each other over such petty grievances... she didn’t sleep much. or eat much, which she’s trying to rectify now, even if her stomach ties itself into knots and rejects anything but the most tasteless of foods.

she doesn’t eat the cracker. she just puts it down with a sigh, figuring that she’ll just throw it up on the boat anyway, thanks to her seasick tendencies. “do you care at all about how i feel?” she doesn’t actually want the answer to that, and yet she says it anyway. chiaki winces, but plows forward. “...did you ever?”

“You alright?”

There’s an air of concern behind his voice, but the coolness of his demeanor as well as how casually he approaches the fallen teen is confusing...

hanging around on set was... awkward and uncomfortable, but she did it anyway. it was an excuse to see her friend do what he did best, even if seeing him in his kamukura get up was strange. that, and people tended to treat her like she was in the way, and all the women around her were prettier than her, and for some reason she got this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach when she saw them interacting with him--

--okay, time to stop dwelling on that. putting her console away in one of the pockets of her hoodie, chiaki glanced up just as she saw hinata exiting his dressing room. she gave him a cheerful wave.