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soufaked · 5 years

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　The squinting of his eyes could hardly pass as a glare, even when the dread seeping from his gaze was real, fixated acutely at the curtains where blades of warm sunlight filtered from the small gap, still accurately illuminating his face and disturbing his already troubled sleep.

　He'd hardly been able to sleep at all last night, and it was passing bill to his numbed brain. He could feel a pounding headache and he'd wondered if it had anything to do with the lack of sleep, the skipping of a meal, or simple dehydration―his lips and mouth did feel dry, but he couldn't be bothered getting up for just a glass of water or even breakfast. His exhaustion was truly overbearing, and not even the drenching result of overheat beneath his clothes or the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and collarbone would really motivate him enough to get up and do any daily personal chores.

　Gross. What an awful idea, sleeping in with a sweater when it was the middle of summer. But last night had been too awfully cold for his nimble figure, lack of fat making it so hard to produce any sort of body heat on his own—it almost made him cherish the times where he could just fix it by curling into another's figure, burying himself into their chest and relishing into the warmth of an embrace, of human contact, all night long. Those times were in the past though, for better or for worse. He suddenly felt bitter and lonely.

　His body flopped onto his other side to avoid the light, and reached a hand over to grab his smartphone and light up the screen. 10 a.m., too early for his like. Should he just go back to sleep? A pair of messages popped up right under the clock.

「Have you been eating well, Shinnie? Do you need money? I would appreciate if you gave us a call soon. We miss you, your father and I. We love you, sweetie."」　　　- Mom.

　A tiny, strained smile curled onto his lips, as he felt a little guilt bite into his mood. He'd always whine about family being too pushy with keeping constant contact—something he was absolutely awful at—when he was trying so hard to find his independence; but he had to admit that their shows of affection, albeit a little too overwhelming, were kindly appreciated.

　He was not a very affectionate person by nature, and that's why he felt guilty of under-appreciating his adoptive parents' care for him. He made a mental appointment of calling his mother later.

「hey pal. mind covering my night shift today? I got things todo tonite. it'd be much appreciated.」　　- Taro (store)

　Now his mood went back to sour, but he guessed it'd work out as an extra income he probably needed anyway. He quickly typed down a small "okay" and placed the device away, turning again to lie on his back and stare up at the ceiling, a bent arm placed now across his face to protect his eyes from the sneaky rays of light.

　He made a mental checklist of what was needed to be done today, what could be ignored and left for the next day; but even with a short list, he still felt a tiring dread. His room was a mess, but he guessed it could wait. The dishes? That'd be done after he ate lunch. He absolutely wanted to take a shower and get rid of all the sweaty mess from his body, but the sole concept of taking off his clothes or washing up his hair would take far too much effort from his tired self. He needed to also wash his uniform for that extra night shift he'd take at the store…

　　　　　　...Adult life was hard.

　Even in his early twenties, he found himself still receding back into childish habits like getting up and going to sleep really late, staying in bed for far too long, wishing someone would just cook a meal for him and wash his clothes and take care of his sicknesses like a needy child. He sighed, partly in frustration, partly in the fatigue the train of thought produced him.

　He'd just go back to sleep, resume living after a (hopefully) well deserved nap. Thankfully, it didn't take him too long this once before passing out.

#;drabble pile #;ic #;verse: main #shrugs softly #hewwo this is ic venting for ooc #kinda? it was relaxing to write tho #he's a mood #shin tsukimi #sou hiyori #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #ok to reblog i guess

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