[Ayumu hadn't slept well. The bed was too big, too wide for just him, and over the course of the night he'd rolled most of the blankets around himself in wasted effort to become comfortable. His dreams were peaceful but his sleep wasn't, and that was ultimately how he woke, facefirst in his pillow and longing for a warm body next to him.
It takes a second for clarity to rear it's head through the bleary clouds of sleepiness, but when it does it's like a punch to the gut. He shoots up in bed, glancing around the bedroom only he occupied with wide eyes. The lightbulb in the lamp next to the bed cracks from the force of his horror.
August 21st, morning
It takes a second for clarity to rear it's head through the bleary clouds of sleepiness, but when it does it's like a punch to the gut. He shoots up in bed, glancing around the bedroom only he occupied with wide eyes. The lightbulb in the lamp next to the bed cracks from the force of his horror.
Shit. Shit, he'd...
What had he done??]