Night 58: M31-M40 Hallway
For some reason, the way that lights out came about was downright unsettling. He was used to a voice coming on to acknowledge that the day was over. Of course, his memories of this time of the day were all pretty fuzzy, seeing how it was right around now -- after dark -- that it all got really strange. In the day he could at least understand that
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Ippo knocked, but got no response as he stood there with his ear to the door. "Hello?" he asked loudly, hoping his voice would ring a bell. "I-It's Makunouchi." But there was no answer. Pulling his head away, he grabbed the door handle and opened the door as quietly as he could manage.
"Sorry for interrupting! Is anyone... here...?" Nothing stirred in the room. "Huh..." Apparently Ritsuka and his roommate had left rather early tonight. A small inkling of doubt scratched the back of his mind and he wondered if Ritsuka had forgotten about it all. Perhaps he was clinging to something that made his friend uncomfortable. The light of his flashlight panned over the room quickly before he though tot leave, and there sat Ritsuka's plate of food, practically untouched. Either he had remembered or didn't care enough to eat it tonight.
Well, no point in letting perfectly juicy chicken go to waste. Ippo crossed the small room and took a seat on what he assumed was his friend's bed. After a beat, he took the plate, placed it on his lap, and twirled the fork in his hand. The next concern was whether Ritsuka would be weirded out if he used the same fork. It was barely touched and it wasn't like either them had any diseases! Cooties didn't exist, he told himself. He was making a bigger deal out of it than was necessary.
So, alone with a flashlight to illuminate his meal, Ippo sat in silence. The sight was probably really, really depressing. Hell, he felt depressed just being apart of this pathetic scene. Thankfully he didn't have to sit in shame for long. He was a quick eater, and in a few bites, the meal was gone. The plate was put back on the table and the boxer headed for the door, reattaching his brass knuckles before he stepped outside, you know, just in case. He had assumed the common hallways were rather monster free, but nope! No, a gang of kittens had dispelled that myth for him.
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