x. heat
The worst part is that it's still stiflingingly hot inside Maya's apartment, and it doesn't help that the sleeping figure from before hasn't moved an inch, giving off enough body heat to rival the morning sun.
Maya's eyes flicker open, and he immediately wishes he were asleep again. He yawns, and realizes that his mouth is dry as concrete.
So, he stumbles out of bed, pulling on a pair of pants laying on the ground. Are they his or Aiji's...?
Maya decides that it doesn't matter.
He trips his way into the kitchen, intending to get a cup of water to cure the desert in his mouth. But as soon as he's filled a cup and brought it to his lips, Aiji is leaning against the doorframe.
Maya stares like he's still dreaming.
"Good morning," Aiji is, somehow, fully dressed. "I'm going to leave."
Maya nods, blank. No words, not as Aiji slips away without a word.
Nice to see you too, he thinks.
Vaguely, he wonders if anyone he loves will stay long enough to believe him.
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