Prompt: muse feels a sharp pain in their chest every time they think of their lover (or someone/thing they love).
Tsuribari hated a lot of things; the people around him, the annoying loud places that surround him; how thickheaded everyone would be and how no one could appreciate a bit of silence every now and then, or better yet, just not talk at all, sew their mouths shut if he could. Hence Sheep coming to taunt him, "Bookworm, bookworm, I finally get the pun, mwhee-hee! Why do you always have your nose stuck in a book, worm?" He thinks they try too hard, no childish insult could aggravate him more than he already is at everything.
Well, just about everything.
As long as he could remember, the pretty starfish - equally as dead - girl had been alongside him as long as he could remember when he drowned in the sea and she'd been the first to find him. Almost understood him, expressing her distress and gloom with no needed words, her expression and gestures spoke for themselves. He could appreciate that, those types of people were rare, but he felt he could understand her hatred for the world, just like...
His train of thought was interrupted when he felt a weird jolt of pain go directly through where his beating heart is supposed to be. He flinched at the unexpected sting and shifted around a bit in discomfort. As far he knew, he was supposed to be dead, to put it bluntly, and not feel anything, as any corpse should.
Maybe it were just some strange side effects that happened after a while of being deceased. It's been somewhat a long time, he should know, but he's felt nothing but dullness, so it would be strange now.
He wonders if anyone else, or particularly Stella, the starfish dozing off next to him felt the same.
And the same bad heartache was there again, making him grimace. He placed a hand on his chest. He could not even describe it, it felt like a very regular pain, like a stomachache. Unexpectedly harsh at first, lasting for a mere moments then fading off.
"...What's wrong?" Stella asked tiredly after a long pause of silence. He must've been 'acting' so strange it even woke and drove her to speak. He had been reading to her before up until it seemed she wasn't listening anymore.
"...Nothing. Forget about it." He said in a bored voice as usual, choosing not to even look at her, as he gripped his shirt, hiding the annoying twinge in the center of his chest.
The boy tried to shut off his mind for now and focus on his book instead. Why did he have to suffer, when the others deserved it more.