Did he dream this morning? Makoto felt consciousness wash over him like a cold tide. Sure, he's had dreams preparing himself for the day, but he clearly remembered meeting with Haru at the foot of the shrine and making their way to school together. He supposed he would just have to relive brushing his teeth and washing his hair. He groaned slightly, detesting the morning, and opened his bleary eyes.
Makoto sat straight up in his bed, gasping. It was still too early to warrant the full scream that caught in his weak throat, but he felt it blow up inside of him. His eyes widened beyond comfortable capacity, and he stared across the room of unoccupied beds. "H-Haru??" It was clear as day that his friend was not with him at this moment, but did that change the undeniable want and need for him? Hardly; as fear took over his sleepy mind, Haru was just about the only able to give him at least a hold on solace. But of course, Haru wasn't there, and grasping even enough courage to get out of the bed was more than a little difficult.
Checking under the bed for ghouls (he was, after all, an easily spooked 16-year-old), he then sat up again and curled his legs around the side of the bed. He walked slowly toward the window, leaning forward and taking in the first glance of what he would soon discover was his new home. He wasn't sure what he thought; only knew that he was scared out of his mind, and shaking around his ankles, and that he felt cold. He wanted so badly to know what had happened to bring him here; and more so, he wanted not to be alone.
He couldn't imagine staying inside the room was any better an idea than leaving it, so drawing the sheet off of his bed and pulling it around his shoulders, he gently sneaked out the door.
Third Person
Makoto sat straight up in his bed, gasping. It was still too early to warrant the full scream that caught in his weak throat, but he felt it blow up inside of him. His eyes widened beyond comfortable capacity, and he stared across the room of unoccupied beds. "H-Haru??" It was clear as day that his friend was not with him at this moment, but did that change the undeniable want and need for him? Hardly; as fear took over his sleepy mind, Haru was just about the only able to give him at least a hold on solace. But of course, Haru wasn't there, and grasping even enough courage to get out of the bed was more than a little difficult.
Checking under the bed for ghouls (he was, after all, an easily spooked 16-year-old), he then sat up again and curled his legs around the side of the bed. He walked slowly toward the window, leaning forward and taking in the first glance of what he would soon discover was his new home. He wasn't sure what he thought; only knew that he was scared out of his mind, and shaking around his ankles, and that he felt cold. He wanted so badly to know what had happened to bring him here; and more so, he wanted not to be alone.
He couldn't imagine staying inside the room was any better an idea than leaving it, so drawing the sheet off of his bed and pulling it around his shoulders, he gently sneaked out the door.