Sunday 1.5: Exhaustion

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In the sanctuary of his room, Yohji had a bit of a meltdown. Actually, the meltdown had started in the kitchen, but he'd kept about 80% of the cussing in his internal monolouge. Now it was a free-for-all. He pulled out the mixed tape he had simply labeled "Ran is a tyranical Asshole" and after cranking it up, flopped on his bed.

He did not belong here anymore. Since Aya Chan had woken up, Ran was ever so slowly normalizing (except when interacting with yours truly.) Omi had someone else his age around, and her innocence seemed to be lifting him up a bit. Ken was Ken. Yohji had always found him the closest to normal out of all of them.

Yohji was not normal.

While the others seemed to be getting better, he was most definitely getting worse. And every time he tried to forget that he was getting worse, and be social, he'd royally fuck things up.

All he could think of was her. Asuka in their office. Asuka in their cafe. Asuka bleeding to death in front of his eyes. This was not new of course. What was new was Asuka with Masafumi. Asuka choking while he snapped her neck with his garrote.

AsukaNeuAsukaNeuAsukaGoddamnFuckingNeu

He pulled his pillow over his face and tried very hard to go to sleep.

Sleep wasn't comming any time soon.