Everything was over. But it definitely didn't feel like it.
Out of habit, he looks at the television when the time hits 00:00. Of course, there's nothing there. Just the usual static. And yet a part of him wishes something was there. An enemy to fight, a lose end to tie up, anything. They were all still struggling in their minds, against an invisible foe. Fear, and doubt, and a desire for justice when judgment may not some. It was enough to drive someone crazy.
Yousuke throws down his pencil in frustration, and lets his head fall into his book. He turns his gaze over to his cell phone, sitting untouched on his desk, unmoving. Today he'd texted Souji several times, as he did the day before, and the day before that, as he expected his other teammates to have as well. None of them were able to elicit a response beyond monosyllabic assents.
And it worried him. Really, deeply worried him. Another little foe that gnawed away at him. He slipped his hand over to take his phone and flip it open, hoping for something to be there that wasn't. He felt craven for not being able to do anything more. His leader, his partner, his best friend, was in the most pain of them all, the length of ability to help Nanako completely used up and just as little left to fight against as the rest of them.
His fist clenches. There's no-one there, he realizes, and he wonders what it would feel like to come home to silence. That's when he decides to go.
It's ridiculous. Sneaking out to his bike back to the Dojima household in the middle of the God-damn night. He peddles one-handed, using his other to call Souji repeatedly. He knew the other wasn't going to pick up, but he needed to make a racket to let him know something was coming.
"I'm an idiot," Yousuke says to himself, and repeats it, each time for a different reason. "I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot."
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Out of habit, he looks at the television when the time hits 00:00. Of course, there's nothing there. Just the usual static. And yet a part of him wishes something was there. An enemy to fight, a lose end to tie up, anything. They were all still struggling in their minds, against an invisible foe. Fear, and doubt, and a desire for justice when judgment may not some. It was enough to drive someone crazy.
Yousuke throws down his pencil in frustration, and lets his head fall into his book. He turns his gaze over to his cell phone, sitting untouched on his desk, unmoving. Today he'd texted Souji several times, as he did the day before, and the day before that, as he expected his other teammates to have as well. None of them were able to elicit a response beyond monosyllabic assents.
And it worried him. Really, deeply worried him. Another little foe that gnawed away at him. He slipped his hand over to take his phone and flip it open, hoping for something to be there that wasn't. He felt craven for not being able to do anything more. His leader, his partner, his best friend, was in the most pain of them all, the length of ability to help Nanako completely used up and just as little left to fight against as the rest of them.
His fist clenches. There's no-one there, he realizes, and he wonders what it would feel like to come home to silence. That's when he decides to go.
It's ridiculous. Sneaking out to his bike back to the Dojima household in the middle of the God-damn night. He peddles one-handed, using his other to call Souji repeatedly. He knew the other wasn't going to pick up, but he needed to make a racket to let him know something was coming.
"I'm an idiot," Yousuke says to himself, and repeats it, each time for a different reason. "I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot."