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Who: Yosuke Hanamura (masukukunai) and Souji Seta (pursuestruth)
Where: Latimir Rm #103
When: Night
Rating: G to PG-13ish
Summary: Souji cannot sleep.
the log:

Souji offered Yosuke his bed when he had gotten injured. His bloody jacket from that time was neatly folded in his bag, despite being washed as well as he could manage. His bloody shirt from when he discovered Nanako's dead body was in a similar state. Likely, even if he could get the blood out, he wouldn't wear those clothes again.

He couldn't remember the last time he couldn't sleep like this. It must've been after Nanako's first death that he began having sleepless nights. After accepting his Shadow, sleep returned to him. Apparently that was short-lived, as the boy laid on the old couch that occupied their living room, staring at the ceiling.

He couldn't sleep, not even if he tried. Frustrated, Souji rolled off the couch with all the grace of a lazy cat.

Yosuke had just jumped in to protect him, like he usually did in the T.V. World. Because of his carelessness, Yosuke had to save him. But even in the T.V. World, it shook Souji up to see his friends attacked because of him. And despite it all, Yosuke wouldn't let Souji take the blame. But, it's difficult, he thought. Without his friends, he was powerless. Even against Izanami, their voices gave him strength. Enough strength to overcome a goddess.

Souji quietly opened the door to his room, where Yosuke was sleeping. He walked over to the side where Yosuke was injured, crouching down thoughtfully at the bedside. Yes, he watched Yosuke as he slept. On any other night, he would've cared about how creepy that seemed. But that day, he had been so shook up that he couldn't stop himself from shaking when Yosuke got hurt.

Usually he was able to keep control of his emotions. He had gotten good at it over time.

But this time, guilt threatened to slip through the cracks of a normally well-placed mask.