Turns out hearing that this might be your last month ever on this mortal plane really does bring its own entirely unique frantic mix of emotions, nearly all of which seem impossible to describe or parse right now. There was fear certainly - Mochizuki had given them all of the information he could, yet the coming of Nyx still remains a terrifying and unknown prospect. How could it not be?
Then there was the determination they all shared, the belief that they could defeat her. That this wouldn't be the end.
But what if it is? Mitsuru had always been a pragmatist, Mochizuki had made the odds of their success plain to all who had been assembled that night. He had said it was impossible for them to win and he meant it. That means that a part of the Kirijo heiress has to accept her own mortality, accept the possibility that there is a very real chance that none of them would be coming back from this.
Everyone had already gone to bed following Arisato's decision but that doesn't mean that the redhead had been able to find any kind of slumber since she had retired to her room. She hadn't really gotten a chance to talk to Akihiko alone since the verdict had been delivered. They had shared so much, it didn't seem right that they didn't talk this over between them privately before they really did try and sleep.
Who knows though? Maybe Akihiko really was as confident as ever and had just gone to sleep without a single iota of doubt in his head. Still, Mitsuru is going to take the chance that he might still be awake and knock very lightly on his door. She doesn't want any of the other boys overhearing after all. She's not entirely sure why but the need for this to be private suddenly seems paramount... ]
(Akihiko would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit concerned about the upcoming battle. It's easy enough to be confident, to say that the entire team were strong and coherent enough to take down whatever got thrown their way. But the pieces on the chessboard changed with Mochizuki and his information, the mentions of Nyx and the overarching chaos it would bring. The options given to them had been dramatic too; die not knowing it was going to happen, or to battle.
Arisato had made the right choice; Akihiko knows he would rather take the chance and, if it happened, go down fighting until his last breath. As for the others, it's difficult to know what they're thinking. Each of them had their own way of coping with things and Akihiko can't claim he's fully coherent with the potential End of Days looming. He even burned rice that evening, distracted by thoughts of battles and strategies to pay much heed to stirring the food.
Akihiko huffs quietly at his ceiling, staring at it as if that part of his room will suddenly unveil all the answers if looked at hard enough. Sleep is eluding him and eventually he rolls over, giving his pillow a firm punch as if the action itself would bring a few hours of rest. Being tired won't help reflex times and Akihiko finds himself staring at the wall instead. Dammit.)
Hm? (The small knock at his door isn't missed and he welcomes the distraction, getting out of bed to crack the door open a few inches. There's no surprise to see Mitsuru standing there and Akihiko steps back, opening the door to allow the redhead to step inside.) Something wrong?
[ Mitsuru can't help but smile wryly at the question he asks as she steps into his room. ] That's a rather loaded question, is it not?
[ Where does she even begin to describe how many things are wrong right now? Akihiko could be dense when it comes to certain things, hardheaded certainly but she's sure in this case that there are no prizes for guessing what is keeping her sleepless tonight.
She doesn't come into his room all that often, they usually keep their mingling to the more communal areas, but never the less the familiar sights in his room are oddly comforting. His many boxing trophies, his protein powder tubs and the ever present workout equipment that she had told him time and time again not to have in his room lest the floor give out- it's all so very him. They had been ever present in each other's lives since junior high now, it's too hard to comprehend that everything they'd known, everything they had been fighting together to achieve up until now might be all for naught.
But she can't let herself think that way. ]
I am sorry for disturbing you so late, Akihiko. I just couldn't sleep... and I figured you might be awake too.
[ She pauses, that usual calm, aloof demeanor of hers fading away a little just for a moment as she looks at him. ]
...Would it perhaps be alright if I stayed for just a little while? Unless of course you were about to fall asleep, in which case I will take my leave now.
[ How does she even begin to admit that she doesn't want to be alone right now? That of all the people she knows he is one of those she trusts the most and right now, after receiving the worst blow since her father had died, she just wants to be in the boxer's company a while... ]
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The Promised Day.
Turns out hearing that this might be your last month ever on this mortal plane really does bring its own entirely unique frantic mix of emotions, nearly all of which seem impossible to describe or parse right now. There was fear certainly - Mochizuki had given them all of the information he could, yet the coming of Nyx still remains a terrifying and unknown prospect. How could it not be?
Then there was the determination they all shared, the belief that they could defeat her. That this wouldn't be the end.
But what if it is? Mitsuru had always been a pragmatist, Mochizuki had made the odds of their success plain to all who had been assembled that night. He had said it was impossible for them to win and he meant it. That means that a part of the Kirijo heiress has to accept her own mortality, accept the possibility that there is a very real chance that none of them would be coming back from this.
Everyone had already gone to bed following Arisato's decision but that doesn't mean that the redhead had been able to find any kind of slumber since she had retired to her room. She hadn't really gotten a chance to talk to Akihiko alone since the verdict had been delivered. They had shared so much, it didn't seem right that they didn't talk this over between them privately before they really did try and sleep.
Who knows though? Maybe Akihiko really was as confident as ever and had just gone to sleep without a single iota of doubt in his head. Still, Mitsuru is going to take the chance that he might still be awake and knock very lightly on his door. She doesn't want any of the other boys overhearing after all. She's not entirely sure why but the need for this to be private suddenly seems paramount... ]
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Arisato had made the right choice; Akihiko knows he would rather take the chance and, if it happened, go down fighting until his last breath. As for the others, it's difficult to know what they're thinking. Each of them had their own way of coping with things and Akihiko can't claim he's fully coherent with the potential End of Days looming. He even burned rice that evening, distracted by thoughts of battles and strategies to pay much heed to stirring the food.
Akihiko huffs quietly at his ceiling, staring at it as if that part of his room will suddenly unveil all the answers if looked at hard enough. Sleep is eluding him and eventually he rolls over, giving his pillow a firm punch as if the action itself would bring a few hours of rest. Being tired won't help reflex times and Akihiko finds himself staring at the wall instead. Dammit.)
Hm? (The small knock at his door isn't missed and he welcomes the distraction, getting out of bed to crack the door open a few inches. There's no surprise to see Mitsuru standing there and Akihiko steps back, opening the door to allow the redhead to step inside.) Something wrong?
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[ Where does she even begin to describe how many things are wrong right now? Akihiko could be dense when it comes to certain things, hardheaded certainly but she's sure in this case that there are no prizes for guessing what is keeping her sleepless tonight.
She doesn't come into his room all that often, they usually keep their mingling to the more communal areas, but never the less the familiar sights in his room are oddly comforting. His many boxing trophies, his protein powder tubs and the ever present workout equipment that she had told him time and time again not to have in his room lest the floor give out- it's all so very him. They had been ever present in each other's lives since junior high now, it's too hard to comprehend that everything they'd known, everything they had been fighting together to achieve up until now might be all for naught.
But she can't let herself think that way. ]
I am sorry for disturbing you so late, Akihiko. I just couldn't sleep... and I figured you might be awake too.
[ She pauses, that usual calm, aloof demeanor of hers fading away a little just for a moment as she looks at him. ]
...Would it perhaps be alright if I stayed for just a little while? Unless of course you were about to fall asleep, in which case I will take my leave now.
[ How does she even begin to admit that she doesn't want to be alone right now? That of all the people she knows he is one of those she trusts the most and right now, after receiving the worst blow since her father had died, she just wants to be in the boxer's company a while... ]