[ Do you know who is laying face down on the bed like the most pathetic lump of person you've ever seen in your entire right? That's right, it's Fushimi, doing his best impression of a dead body-- up until he hears the crash and the familiar shout.
Fushimi rolls out of bed and nearly trips scrambling out of the door, kicking the blanket off as he goes. He looks like hell -- he's given up on even the pretense of keeping his hair swept back, which makes him look about five years younger, and the bags under his eyes could form their own government systems at this point -- but it's fine.
He makes it into the kitchen and then stops, just kind of.
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Fushimi rolls out of bed and nearly trips scrambling out of the door, kicking the blanket off as he goes. He looks like hell -- he's given up on even the pretense of keeping his hair swept back, which makes him look about five years younger, and the bags under his eyes could form their own government systems at this point -- but it's fine.
He makes it into the kitchen and then stops, just kind of.
Staring.
For a minute. ]
Misaki?