[Akira is not nearly as well-practiced as his senpai at falling asleep in strange, awkward places. as such, Minato is the first to drift off. . . and by a rather wide margin, too. this leaves Akira alone with his own thoughts, the only sound filling the silence being the quiet crackle of the torch as he closes his eyes, a soft sigh tumbling from his lips]
[. . .]
[how strange, that being whisked away to a haunted sex resort (of all places!!) would lead to him finding so many people who could truly understand the Journey of a Wild Card. how desperate had he been for this kind of connection? how badly had he wanted someone with whom to talk about this aspect of his life? . . . exactly how much had he ached to know that he wasn't the only one whose fate was tied by the hands of ethereal forces moving behind the curtain?]
[when he does drift off, it's with those thoughts lingering at the forefront of his mind, and a warmth settled across his heart like a cozy blanket]
1/3. i think. i'm sorry
[. . .]
[how strange, that being whisked away to a haunted sex resort (of all places!!) would lead to him finding so many people who could truly understand the Journey of a Wild Card. how desperate had he been for this kind of connection? how badly had he wanted someone with whom to talk about this aspect of his life? . . . exactly how much had he ached to know that he wasn't the only one whose fate was tied by the hands of ethereal forces moving behind the curtain?]
[when he does drift off, it's with those thoughts lingering at the forefront of his mind, and a warmth settled across his heart like a cozy blanket]
[. . .]