The dorm didn't have much. A black bed, desk, and couch. A few pictures adorned the walls, telling tales of a time long since passed. Clothes and wrappers were strewn across the floor as expected from a typical teenager's room, however from the moment anyone entered they could tell something was off. Everything was what you thought it would be... on the surface at least. Anyone could tell this was not a place of peace and comfort. This dorm only existed to symbolize the loneliness that possessed Katachi, and his actions. A place to be alone.
Katachi didn't even bother taking the time to open the door. It wasn't locked; never was. But he just slipped underneath, and fell on his bed in human form. His eyes were glazed over. The one person he had let get to know him, the first person in so long...
It wasn't a surprise. Even he knew that he was falling for Akira. As long as he could remember, people never cared about him. His entire past was spent fending for himself, and dealing with people who either wanted him dead or didn't know HOW to respond to him. And now, Akira was representing himself as a father to a child, along with another man. He thought the three words that every teen thinks at some point.
Life isn't fair.
Katachi didn't even bother taking the time to open the door. It wasn't locked; never was. But he just slipped underneath, and fell on his bed in human form. His eyes were glazed over. The one person he had let get to know him, the first person in so long...
It wasn't a surprise. Even he knew that he was falling for Akira. As long as he could remember, people never cared about him. His entire past was spent fending for himself, and dealing with people who either wanted him dead or didn't know HOW to respond to him. And now, Akira was representing himself as a father to a child, along with another man. He thought the three words that every teen thinks at some point.
Life isn't fair.
