[ Surprisingly enough, Katsura felt no regret the next day.
He attended his job at the okama club and was able to leave at an earlier time than anticipated and so.. he found himself neglecting the issue of reforming Japan to do something else that was a little more pressing to him..
Which was folding another person's underwear. This was extremely important at this very moment and Zura didn't know why.
Sakamoto had been on his mind all day; it was a little odd, causing his focus to divert to different things like wanting to come back to the inn and just wait. It was concerning for his followers, who expected him promptly at headquarters in a timely manner like he always did, but instead he had sent a message to Elizabeth to inform them he was "feeling like influenza" and "should probably catch up on Summer Sonata anyway." Katsura wasn't one to get sick too easily, so it worried some of his fellow Jouishishi rebels.
They would, in time, find an assortment of flowers for him and find out where he was staying. This would happen, later, especially if Katsura pulls something like this again.
With a slight huff, he finishes folding Sakamoto's clothes, pressing his fingertips into each little cloth with a bit of fondness. He refused to believe that all of these thoughts, feelings and warmth he was experiencing was anymore than intense platonic feelings for his friend (now with benefits; he would agree to that) that blossomed in such a short amount of time.. not like he had any kind of regrets about that. He quickly packed away the clean clothing that he had washed and folded into whatever shelves graced the inn room, which concluded his day.
The bed was made— though he probably didn't need to worry about that or any other cleaning since they could have room service but.. he wanted to do it. Everything else was clean and spotless. Now, he was able to relax. He wore his hair completely down and kept himself in a dark green yukata. He stepped out onto the balcony of their room to catch some fresh air, even if it was chilly.
Here, he took some moments of tranquility to merely think, gaze casting on the moon and the grey clouds that draped over the night. The sky.. was filled with various ships and air crafts, as per usual— which he silently despised.
One day, he would hope for a clearer sky.. just like how it was years ago. ]
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He attended his job at the okama club and was able to leave at an earlier time than anticipated and so.. he found himself neglecting the issue of reforming Japan to do something else that was a little more pressing to him..
Which was folding another person's underwear. This was extremely important at this very moment and Zura didn't know why.
Sakamoto had been on his mind all day; it was a little odd, causing his focus to divert to different things like wanting to come back to the inn and just wait. It was concerning for his followers, who expected him promptly at headquarters in a timely manner like he always did, but instead he had sent a message to Elizabeth to inform them he was "feeling like influenza" and "should probably catch up on Summer Sonata anyway." Katsura wasn't one to get sick too easily, so it worried some of his fellow Jouishishi rebels.
They would, in time, find an assortment of flowers for him and find out where he was staying. This would happen, later, especially if Katsura pulls something like this again.
With a slight huff, he finishes folding Sakamoto's clothes, pressing his fingertips into each little cloth with a bit of fondness. He refused to believe that all of these thoughts, feelings and warmth he was experiencing was anymore than intense platonic feelings for his friend (now with benefits; he would agree to that) that blossomed in such a short amount of time.. not like he had any kind of regrets about that. He quickly packed away the clean clothing that he had washed and folded into whatever shelves graced the inn room, which concluded his day.
The bed was made— though he probably didn't need to worry about that or any other cleaning since they could have room service but.. he wanted to do it. Everything else was clean and spotless. Now, he was able to relax. He wore his hair completely down and kept himself in a dark green yukata. He stepped out onto the balcony of their room to catch some fresh air, even if it was chilly.
Here, he took some moments of tranquility to merely think, gaze casting on the moon and the grey clouds that draped over the night. The sky.. was filled with various ships and air crafts, as per usual— which he silently despised.
One day, he would hope for a clearer sky.. just like how it was years ago. ]