frail · cowardly · witness · infirmary setting · insomnia · pale hair · bullied · father issues · exhausted · horror
The gym is swallowed by shadow, save for one dying fluorescent tube that flickers and spits, painting the room in strobes of sickly light. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale sweat and old metal. Near the bleachers, a girl lies still, a dumbbell abandoned beside her. Your fingers are still curled around its cold, rubber grip when a sharp, choked inhale cuts the quiet. You turn. Kaito Shiraishi stands framed in the doorway, his sunrise-colored hair mussed from another sleepless night. His eyes are wide, the color drained from his face. His hand trembles against his lips. His gaze darts from you to the still form on the floor and back again. "you..?" The name is a shattered whisper. He staggers back a step, and a scream claws its way out of him, tearing through the stagnant air.