I feel like writing
So yeah have some K.
Midnight.
Blue eyes stared at his computer's monitor with the same boredom as they did everything else.
Fushimi had just heard the last of people walk through the corridors, their footsteps growing louder before fading away again, chatting about all and nothing as people often do, words he did not care to strain his ears to even properly listen to. Getting up from his chair with nearly machinal movements, he shed a few layers, only keeping his shirt and pants on before collecting his sleepwear and stepping out, walking purposefully to the bath area.
Fushimi simply didn't like using the place when anyone else was in it. It was the same reason for him having a room solely to himself, something he was dead set on getting when he joined the Blue King and had been easily granted.
It was hot, somewhat stuffy, and he was quick and efficient to strip when he reached the small stalls where one should clean and rise their bodies before soaking. He carefully took off his glasses, leaving them safely resting on the small ledge. The silence was something he was used to. No noise other than the shifting of his own body, the water being sprayed from the shower nozzle as he applied soap to his arms, chest, legs and-
"Misaki," He intoned, pulling an arm out to hand the object over. "can you take care of--"
He caught himself before he finished asking, feeling the soap slip from his grip.
He would get used to this. He would, in time.
That was what he told hismelf as he claimed a small brush to scrub his own back with, then turned the water on to rinse everything off.
There was silence again as he left the shower area, the faintest of hums leaving him as he entered the baths to soak. It was not an activity he did often for a variety of reasons. Showers were far quicker, and also meant he had his back to people. There were things he simply didn't want anyone to see.
Things such as the burned and scratched mark that was now an ugly smear upon his chest...
Midnight.
Blue eyes stared at his computer's monitor with the same boredom as they did everything else.
Fushimi had just heard the last of people walk through the corridors, their footsteps growing louder before fading away again, chatting about all and nothing as people often do, words he did not care to strain his ears to even properly listen to. Getting up from his chair with nearly machinal movements, he shed a few layers, only keeping his shirt and pants on before collecting his sleepwear and stepping out, walking purposefully to the bath area.
Fushimi simply didn't like using the place when anyone else was in it. It was the same reason for him having a room solely to himself, something he was dead set on getting when he joined the Blue King and had been easily granted.
It was hot, somewhat stuffy, and he was quick and efficient to strip when he reached the small stalls where one should clean and rise their bodies before soaking. He carefully took off his glasses, leaving them safely resting on the small ledge. The silence was something he was used to. No noise other than the shifting of his own body, the water being sprayed from the shower nozzle as he applied soap to his arms, chest, legs and-
"Misaki," He intoned, pulling an arm out to hand the object over. "can you take care of--"
He caught himself before he finished asking, feeling the soap slip from his grip.
He would get used to this. He would, in time.
That was what he told hismelf as he claimed a small brush to scrub his own back with, then turned the water on to rinse everything off.
There was silence again as he left the shower area, the faintest of hums leaving him as he entered the baths to soak. It was not an activity he did often for a variety of reasons. Showers were far quicker, and also meant he had his back to people. There were things he simply didn't want anyone to see.
Things such as the burned and scratched mark that was now an ugly smear upon his chest...