Taadashi Sato releases a shaky breath as he shifts back onto his side.
His eyes remain
firmly shut, body having been still and unmoving for hours. The only thing that had forced him back to reality was his phone alarm having had gone off an hour back. In response, Tadashi merely reached under his pillow with a
grumble and turned it off without care.
It was routine
at that point. Tadashi's routine nowadays was to ignore and sleep past anything and anyone who would try to rouse him from slumber. To him, that remains the only way he could and can manage to fight off the dull ache resounding from his chest.
At the moment,
he remains in slumber. There's mumbling that escapes his lips, garbled words
sounding strangely like wait and please. His body jerks once,
then twice before he wakes abruptly. There's a gasp for air, a shaky release.
Alive. You're
alive.
His body shakes.
Sweat drips down the side of his face. Tadashi inhales, exhales, and then
repeats the process. There's nothing but a constant buzz in his mind; it's an
unsettling sensation that makes his stomach lurch. His figure flinches in
response to his thoughts; with his mind slowly coming to life and his
subconscious starting to whisper, all he could do was push himself up and bury
his face into his hands. Words try to leave, but he finds himself unable to say
anything; harsh breaths escape his mouth.