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...the hell am I?

[he's... dead, right? so. what gives. he knows he died. it's. what he deserved. they found him out after all. he's dead. not that he knows exactly what happens after you die but this, this isn't what he was expecting. he's walking through a cloudy grey fog, footsteps too loud on the ground beneath him.

a part of him expects to find something, a sign that tells him where he is or where to go.

he can't explain it but it feels like he's waiting for something, maybe someone.

his eyes flicker shut for a moment.

in his heart he knows it isn't daiya.

daiya would never go to hell.]

[it's a beautiful sunday morning. the sky is blue, the birds are out singing, and the neighborhood is as pleasant as can be.]

OI, ISHIMARU!

[until the loud roar of oowada mondo's voice reverberated through the street.

oowada has been patient. oowada has been nice. oowada has been waiting over two fucking weeks for ishimaru to come to him, to speak to him, to show him face, to fucking do something. instead the few times oowada has managed to catch sight of him he's been hanging around with some asshole from his school, who walks home with him, who apparently prevents ishimaru from picking up a damn phone and calling him.

and if that's how it's gonna be?

ishimaru isn't quietly brushing him off like some mistake made in the dark.

he's gonna tell him to his fucking face.]

[oowada isn't sure what he was expecting exactly.

bro's not home, shouldn't be home for the next few hours. they had come in together, had something to eat, ishimaru had been talking about some... thing with equations or formulas or some kind of science shit he was currently studying and whatever, he passed his test, so oowada just blanked out on the rest. he does that a lot whenever ishimaru talks about school or cram and especially when he starts in on the mondo don't you want to better society and become an upstanding citizen who separates their trash on time and what the fuck, kiyotaka but whatever.

he's used to it. in fact, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it sometimes. he's got his own man's path to follow and if ishimaru has stricter rules, that's his business. oowada has enough to deal with his gang and keeping his bike fixed up.

normally they'd go for a ride together, it had become a thing to do when they were alone and oowada wanted to share the wind whipping through their hair and the world zooming by them.

today though. they're in his room. they're sitting on his bed.

and then ishimaru pulls the book out of his bag and oowada is left sitting shirtless and cold.]

...the hell are you doing?

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