Description
Ryuuji's right arm is pressed against the blanket, and he stares at it before flipping it over to see if his fated words are there. His heart pounds and he notices the tips of his fingers shaking. This could determine his whole future, and waiting a few more seconds in the 'before' isn't going to hurt. Finally, he takes a deep breath and turns his arm over. Yuusaku and his mother weren't wrong; the words are there. They're in a plain, dark-colored font, just as he was expecting. He reads his sentence, from quotation mark to quotation mark, and then rests his head in his hands. His eyes remain open and his breaths become ragged. He scans over his arm again and again, trying to process. He isn't sure what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn't this. (crossposted on Ao3)
1: Everybody Loves Somebody
