Masaomi hears every word, sees every motion, but none of it feels real. Nothing has truly felt real since he appeared in his room here. He's tried to use that to his advantage with varying degrees of success. He'd call this a pretty big failure, but even that failure doesn't feel entirely real. Not until Mikado says Anri's name with that tone of voice.
Ryuugamine Mikado can't even bring himself to confess to Sonohara Anri. What could he have done to her that would make Masaomi want to punch him?
Somehow Mikado is the one closing in, and Masaomi's gaze drops to his discarded bat rather than meeting the other boy's. Well, now he can't look him in the eye.
Despite all of the blindingly bright colors and mocking semblance of normal life, nothing about this place is okay, is it?]
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Masaomi hears every word, sees every motion, but none of it feels real. Nothing has truly felt real since he appeared in his room here. He's tried to use that to his advantage with varying degrees of success. He'd call this a pretty big failure, but even that failure doesn't feel entirely real. Not until Mikado says Anri's name with that tone of voice.
Ryuugamine Mikado can't even bring himself to confess to Sonohara Anri. What could he have done to her that would make Masaomi want to punch him?
Somehow Mikado is the one closing in, and Masaomi's gaze drops to his discarded bat rather than meeting the other boy's. Well, now he can't look him in the eye.
Despite all of the blindingly bright colors and mocking semblance of normal life, nothing about this place is okay, is it?]