The sunshine child, Japan’s sweetheart, was never one he would expect to say something like that. “The other roof I used to sit like this on.” “What’cha thinking about?” Shinsou was curious, sue him. Pajamas rumpled and hair a chaotic whirlwind. Even in the moonlight his eyes were unfocused and his posture was loose in a way that screamed exhaustion as opposed to relaxation, shoulders slumped and legs dangling limply off the edge of the railing. Indeed, the other boy did seem quite tired. It’s a bit of a problem when I’m trying to sleep.” “It’s, like, three in the morning - I’m not exactly thinking much right now.”Ī huffed laugh. “I come up here a lot, do you?” Midoriya broke the silence at last, a murmur as soft as the hiss of rain, “It helps me think.” He obliged, exiting the safety of the building to join the other, shuffling closer to stand beneath the umbrella, however stayed firmly on concrete as opposed to risking life and limb perching upon the fence. Midoriya lifted a hand and gestured to the space next to him, an invitation. “Couldn’t sleep either?” Hitoshi spoke from the doorway. Concrete pathways and strips of grass lit by lamps glowing gently, pinpricks in the dark. Glittering eyes gazed, exhausted yet oddly cheerful, down to the expanse of shadowed pine below. Rain dripped from sodden curls and carved tracks down freckled cheeks. The already unlocked door was easily pulled open to let him out, though he lingered for a moment as he saw a figure perched on the edge of the roof, settled precariously on the railing with a large umbrella in hand. A calm quiet descended where a suffocating stillness once lay, the rain now little more than a memory in the night, at least until he made it outside. The air got progressively cooler and cooler, an exhale of relief. Well, one was more interesting, at the very least.īedsheets were kicked off and bare feet padded down the hallways and up frigid staircases. Either aimlessly lie prone in a room drowning him slowly, or wake up properly and surrender to the insomnia once more. He squinted at the clock, trying fruitlessly to read it in the weak light.
A blanket of stifling heat smothered everything. Every noise muffled yet unbearably loud in equal measure. The soft humming of the radiator melded with the ever-present tick, tick, tick of the clock, steady and mocking. Moonlight glared through the blinds to illuminate his glorious pile of unwashed socks in a heavenly glow, a halo of dust drifting around. Raindrops hurled themselves at the window, an infernal smattering and splattering that drilled into his skull.
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