[ He can hear the door creaking and Akira calling for him downstairs, but he stays where he is, sweating under the weight of a pile of blankets he didn't need and his own self-loathing. The time since yesterday's catastrophe had been split between feeling sorry for himself, texting Yuri (which helped), and throwing color and fury at the strange, abstract image he had stretched over his easel.
Yusuke isn't excited about facing him, so he maintains a few more seconds of solitude by texting his friend to let him know that he's upstairs. ]
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Yusuke isn't excited about facing him, so he maintains a few more seconds of solitude by texting his friend to let him know that he's upstairs. ]