yogen | ( closed ) what sort of fantasy is it

Who: izumi and leo
What: izumi venting to leo, the works
When: couple days after the meeting
Where: music room

[ it's not easy, trying to go back to a normal high school life after everything that had happened during the meeting, and and even before that. someone as mentally strong as izumi wouldn't be able to bear this burden by himself, and it's not as though he could trust any of these chucklefucks. it's much too early to tell which one is friend or foe, and even now he doesn't trust himself on whether the memories he'd had of rika and the others that supposedly took place in this school are true.

it's overwhelming, so to speak. he mulls over that dr. jekyll guy pointing out how blase he's being for addressing morbid details such as blood, and concluded that he may or may not be desensitized from all that? which is fucked up, since he's only more familiar with metaphorical violence and not... the actual thing... he's an idol okay, his face prints money.

his after-school mulling has lead him to the music room, where there might or might not be melodies wafting through the doors. of course his feet would bring him here. there's only one person left in this school who he can trust..... somewhat. which is still a big leap from the real shit they went through in high school but --

whatever. he's coming in. ]

Knew I'd find you here.

[ hi leokun... senpai? god don't make him call you that, it's disgusting ]