[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]sleep had never been much of a friend to junji; riddled with nightmares and haunted by past events, he found himself much preferring to remain awake and alert. daylight was his safety, ensuring no harm would come to him as the night ended. though the lack of sleep was slowly beginning to get to him, the pretty boy paid no mind, always continuing on his way.
though with day brought crowds and the bustling noise of the city, he found security in the buzz, spending his time in coffee shops when he wasn't attending classes pertaining to his major. he had always preferred to be doing something instead of nothing. while he loved the way people mingled and laughed and enjoyed each other's company, and he too loved the occasional presence of a friend or acquaintance, he found himself overwhelmed rather easily. he'd gone to a party once, just once. junji had been cornered then, by someone much larger than himself, pressuring him to do things that sounded extremely unpleasant and increasingly uncomfortable. it had been a miracle he'd ever managed to escaped that; parties were not his thing, not ever.
blue eyes snapped up as the sound of footsteps finally reached his ears, startling out of the glare he had been giving his reflection, and his gaze locked onto the boy that stood in front of him. he smelled like he had just come from some sort of party or club, and he rather fit the profile of it. scandalously short shorts and just the general look of him; though he was attractive, and junji found himself staring and barely processing the words thrown at him, he thought for a moment that perhaps he shouldn't be judging with the way he was currently dressed. all too aware now, he half-attempted to cover himself up, until finally he accepted the offered jacket and slipped it over his shivering form. a soft breath slipped from his lips.
he tugged it closer to his body, absentmindedly dipping his head down to breathe in the smell of smoke clinging to the jacket. it was crisp and warm, unlike the stench of cigarettes; the smell of bonfires and smaller flames, he could almost hear the crackles and sparks. junji lifted up a delicate hand to tuck silver hair behind his ears, slowly turning his gaze back to the stranger leaning beside him. he supposed he owed him a reply, being kind enough to spare his jacket for a random, inappropriately dressed boy drenched from rain. "thank you." he mumbled first, casting his eyes to the cold floor of the laundromat. "i... needed to do laundry." he laughed a bit awkwardly to himself.
"probably should have waited until morning," junji mused softly. "i wasn't expecting a storm." hands clasped in his lap, he fiddled with his thumbs, trying to think of what else to say, to fill the silence of the room. he pursed his lips briefly and adjusted the jacket, closing the front to keep himself warm, before he sent a glance toward the stranger. "i didn't see any other machines running, and this isn't the most entertaining place..." jun trailed off, silently wondering what purpose this other boy could have in a laundromat if he had no clothes to be washed. maybe he was just waiting out the storm; junji couldn't blame him for that. the rain beat hard on the windows and above thunder crashed, nearly causing him to jump. he'd always loved storms, but dressed like this, he would have much preferred the skies to remain clear.
though with day brought crowds and the bustling noise of the city, he found security in the buzz, spending his time in coffee shops when he wasn't attending classes pertaining to his major. he had always preferred to be doing something instead of nothing. while he loved the way people mingled and laughed and enjoyed each other's company, and he too loved the occasional presence of a friend or acquaintance, he found himself overwhelmed rather easily. he'd gone to a party once, just once. junji had been cornered then, by someone much larger than himself, pressuring him to do things that sounded extremely unpleasant and increasingly uncomfortable. it had been a miracle he'd ever managed to escaped that; parties were not his thing, not ever.
blue eyes snapped up as the sound of footsteps finally reached his ears, startling out of the glare he had been giving his reflection, and his gaze locked onto the boy that stood in front of him. he smelled like he had just come from some sort of party or club, and he rather fit the profile of it. scandalously short shorts and just the general look of him; though he was attractive, and junji found himself staring and barely processing the words thrown at him, he thought for a moment that perhaps he shouldn't be judging with the way he was currently dressed. all too aware now, he half-attempted to cover himself up, until finally he accepted the offered jacket and slipped it over his shivering form. a soft breath slipped from his lips.
he tugged it closer to his body, absentmindedly dipping his head down to breathe in the smell of smoke clinging to the jacket. it was crisp and warm, unlike the stench of cigarettes; the smell of bonfires and smaller flames, he could almost hear the crackles and sparks. junji lifted up a delicate hand to tuck silver hair behind his ears, slowly turning his gaze back to the stranger leaning beside him. he supposed he owed him a reply, being kind enough to spare his jacket for a random, inappropriately dressed boy drenched from rain. "thank you." he mumbled first, casting his eyes to the cold floor of the laundromat. "i... needed to do laundry." he laughed a bit awkwardly to himself.
"probably should have waited until morning," junji mused softly. "i wasn't expecting a storm." hands clasped in his lap, he fiddled with his thumbs, trying to think of what else to say, to fill the silence of the room. he pursed his lips briefly and adjusted the jacket, closing the front to keep himself warm, before he sent a glance toward the stranger. "i didn't see any other machines running, and this isn't the most entertaining place..." jun trailed off, silently wondering what purpose this other boy could have in a laundromat if he had no clothes to be washed. maybe he was just waiting out the storm; junji couldn't blame him for that. the rain beat hard on the windows and above thunder crashed, nearly causing him to jump. he'd always loved storms, but dressed like this, he would have much preferred the skies to remain clear.
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