Feeling the dead weight of slumber still pinning his body to the bed, Akutagawa parted his eyes enough to see the sunlight pouring through a crack in the curtains.
"Fuck, how late was I awake again?"
The hoarseness of his voice startled himself and he buried his face back in his pillow as a cough escaped. On reflex, his hand outstretched, groping the nightstand for some cough syrup. His hand landed on the bottle, but not before knocking over the lamp and his cellphone. He gave the bottle a shake. Empty. Another cough. With a flick of his hand, the bottle flew to the corner of the room with a "clack", laying amongst no fewer than 9 other bottles of empty cough syrup.
"Well, I guess that's my first stop." Akutagawa had few plans today. It was a rare off day, and he had fully intended on staying in as much as possible, with his only plan being meeting his sister in the afternoon to pick up her laundry. He didn't have a siscom, but he didn't think it was right for her to pay for the laundromat when his apartment offered a laundry area. How long had he been doing her laundry now? He felt a tug at his heart remembering the day his sister said she wanted to move out.
"Totally useless" Akutagawa sighed. She had only left for independence, seeing as she didn't leave for a boyfriend or even a flat mate. Thinking about it made him feel things he'd rather not. It was natural for a woman to want to be on her own. If they'd had stayed in this apartment together much longer, people may have started to talk.
He threw the heavy duvet off himself. It almost felt like being buried alive. Akutagawa was small, he had always had a chronic cough, and he often fainted. He stood, stretched his arms up over his head, and leaned forward to grab his boots. He usually left the house without looking in the mirror, he really wasn't one for conceit, but he did notice the sheet marks on his face as he drew toward the door.
"Tch" and he pulled the hood up over his head, and tugged hard on the strings.