mhm. definitely.
Replying to @0Invst_ @transicnt
"I know it's a random question—" flushes, "before ya kiss me..."
"...Do ya think ya still into me, even if I become a girl?"
puts a little something on @0Invst_’s palm.
“happy birthday, fumicchan ~ ♡ take care of your beautiful eyes this year and don’t stare at the screen for too long.”
The café is bright when it came to his periphery. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t care to know why either. The sunken hollow of his face and his disheveled appearance convey the same apathy as well.
He enters through the back door and heads straight to the toilet, unaware of @0Invst_ who is also in the café.
Though he knows of others who thought of it painful, as if ripping a plaster off a wall. Something new. Something deliberate. Not quite a menace.
the lump in his lungs grow heavier the more time he spent idle. but if there is a choice to do something else—to wake up, perhaps?—he would have taken it in a heartbeat.
but for now, he savor in the weight of his body and wonder: how come he’s still here?












