Kano slipped into the quiet bedroom, hearing only the girl's breathing and the soft beeping of the machine attached to her sleeping form. Her dark green hair sprawled out across the pillow in every direction, curling in places yet straight in others. Eyes closed, her long, dark lashes fanned out on her extremely pale skin. Her lips and nose were slightly reddened from the cold temperature of the room and the newly acquired sharpness in her cheeks was noticeable to even the common stranger.
He silently pulled the guest chair up to the side of her bed and sat, carefully taking her cold fingers in his own and rubbing them warm. It was painful to see her in such a state and he hoped that soon she would awaken and be as perfect as she had been before the accident. In truth, it was his own fault for her being where she was but he had been too naïve to see it at the time.
Glancing up, he noted that the clock on the bedside table read 1:15 a.m. He should get some sleep… his thought process shifted quickly in that direction, indulging the possibility to rest for the first time since the incident but he wouldn't let himself sleep—not while the girl he cared so deeply for was trapped in a state far from where he could reach. A yawn pushed its way out of his mouth but he ignored it, focusing on his lamenting.
Footsteps fell softly and drew near, stopping at the doorway. The raven haired boy stood, watching and not wanting to interrupt the still silence of the moment. He absent-mindedly reached up and fingered the small yellow barrette in his hair. The motion caused the cat-eyed boy to look over.
"You should really go to bed at some point, Shuuya…" His voice was gentle and caring but his suggestion wouldn't easily sway the boy's mind.
"Yeah… I will in a little bit…" The lie was far too obvious in comparison to the trickster's normal fibs but the taller boy let it slide, he was too distraught for Kousuke to say anything more so he turned—his green pajama bottoms rustling as he moved—and left the blonde to his own thoughts.
The room again grew cold and silent as his brother departed. As the tense silence began slowly suffocate him again, a small twitch of her ring finger caught his attention, relighting the fire of hope in his heart. He stood from the chair, attempting to get a better view of her face, wanting to see if those beautiful charcoal colored eyes he loved would flutter open. Surely it had only been a few weeks but with the prospect of consciousness, he felt as though he hadn't heard her voice in years. He heard her breathing pick up and could see as the covers over her chest rose and fell. However, as her eyes finally opened, they were filled with confusion.
"Who are you?"