All I could think about was how tired I was. I can't think about the sweat on me, gradually falling dry. I can only worry about how I can walk up the stairs without falling- my eyes are lidded as I stare at the steps.
One foot.
I shift, lean on the railing for support- a groan escapes me on instinct. My limbs are sore to the point where they are numb. They seem to creak with the tension, each step I take increases it. The voices of the rest of Class Zero echo in the distance, the sound of music and terrible singing as well- I can only guess it's karaoke night.
Though, I can't fathom how they have the energy for such an activity- considering we just got home from a very... Tiring, mission.
I nearly stumble through the bedroom door, smirking to myself after I had gotten up the stairs- it was certainly harder than it looks. I take off my cape, my shoes, scatter them across the floor- but I am unaware of the other pair, laying perfect and neat in the closet opening. Several clunks are heard as I take out my ponytail, sigh and yawn.
I fall in bed, shift around when I feel something strange on my stomach. There's another groan heard, but it isn't mine- I manage to pry my eyes open for a second, blink at her.
Her hair is a mess, random spikes and waves throughout the mass of it, white as the sheets. Neither of us speak- she only stretches, I feel her legs shift underneath my abdomen, and she lays back down, like she didn't care.
I said her name, slurred from my cheek pressed into the sheets. It was VERY hard for me to crawl next to her, lay on my stomach. I feel like I'm asleep already, dreaming- this has to be a dream.
Her features are relaxed, lips parted, breathing even and steady. I'm dreaming.
Why haven't I looked at her like this before?
Perhaps it was fear... Or denial.
I brush a few strands of white, pristine, away from her eyes, frown at my actions. She shifts, lays on her back- her tank top strap slips off her shoulder. My fingers reach up, tighten it around her back once more.
She smiles in her sleep, giggles quietly. I feel a small hitch in my chest, I run my fingers over her arm once more, and she laughs again, swipes mindlessly at my hand. The way her nose crinkles makes me smile.
Ticklish. Who would've thought?