Ick. Not one of my best stories… (a difficult feat considering how little I've written XD) but I was in a really spontaneously bad mood. Yeah. One minute I was fine, the next I was just really pissed off at the world – probably had something to do with my headache… oh well…
So I was angry and stressed enough to cry, but there was no way in hell that I would be crying in public (if I could help it). Unfortunately, by the time I got home and in the shower, the tears were gone. The stress was still there though, so I needed a way to vent it. Hence this crappy little thing. It's not edited or anything, but here I go anyways! :)
Routine
At exactly nine o'clock, just as every evening before, Tezuka closes his book and begins to gather his belongings. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he says goodnight to his parents before quietly heading upstairs.
Upon reaching his room, he walks in, setting his bag on the chair next to his desk. Tezuka glances around the sparsely furnished space, checking that nothing has been left out of place before striding over to his wardrobe. After selecting sleepwear at random – they all are folded in matching sets anyways – he carefully places his glasses on the bedside table.
Tezuka moves purposefully towards the bathroom. He locks the door and sets his pajamas on the counter. Next to them he puts one of the towels from the cabinet. He takes off his clothes and leaves them in an loosely-folded pile in front of the door. Quickly now he steps in to the shower and turns the hot water on full blast.
He stands perfectly motionless, allowing the water to cascade down his face and chest and hands. All of the tension in his body slowly releases itself, and the tears begin to fall.
He isn't sure why he cries anymore. They aren't heart-wrenching sobs but as he begins to wash his hair, they continue to flow in a steady stream down his face. Standing there, alone in the shower, it is easy to see the 14-year-old boy that is shadowed by his responsibilities as captain and model student. Hidden under the water, behind the curtain and locked door, there is a peaceful sort of freedom in his tears. A gentle smile graces his face as his stress washes away with the shampoo.
As soon as the water temperature begins to drop, he shuts it off, quickly stepping out in to the humid air. The steam begins to dissipate as he towels off, tousling his hair dry before wrapping the towel about his waist. As Tezuka brushes his teeth, the fog begins to lift from the mirror. By the time it has vanished completely, there are no traces of tears left on his face. He quickly puts on his pajamas, dropping his towel in the hamper as he leaves the bathroom, picking up his clothes before turning out the light.
Tezuka isn't sure why he cries, but he's sure that he wouldn't stop it even if he knew how.