3. Arisawa Tatsuki. Class-3F Karakura Highschool. Eighteen years of age. Now known obsessive compulsive spartanism.
Tatsuki's amber eyes glance at her mail, before she disregards it as useless and deposits it in the trash, where unwanted and unneeded things belong. She grabs some yen from a small, plain black coin purse and dumps the purse in her messenger bag, briskly walking from the empty apartment complex.
Each step taken is long, elegant and precise, she has no time to waste. Her life is brimming with precision and she has no need for clutter in her life. No need for lies and for deceiving people, a sudden vibration draws her from her reprieve and Tatsuki's eyes scan the text.
To:ME
From: Dame-Yoshi
Subject: Morning.
Nee-chan! (\\0^0/) Ohayou :) Hope you have a great day, see you soon, hopefully.(T^T) (Q.Q)
MISS YOU!
A brief smile flickers across her face and without looking, she sends a reply to her enthusiastic younger brother. Eyes faced forward, she struts forward, precise and measured steps. There's no time for trivial activities and needless, time-consuming actions. No time for clutter, she thinks as she nears her vast school.
The day passes quickly, routinely even. Like every other day since she gave up on her friends. School. Dojo. Store. Apartment and if she feels up to it, a visit to her brother. Today's a particularly draining day, so Kiyoshi gets a rather apologetic text when she walks home, after training. Before she can place her phone in her pocket, another message assaults Tatsuki's teal phone and her lips thin, as she'd opened it without looking at the sender, a sender she very much did not need in her life.
To:ME
From:Unknown number
Subject:Where are you?
Tatsuki~ Where are you? Ichigo-kun and I just got back from Soccer Camp.
I miss you ~. We should have some spicy onigiri soon.
Bye Bye. (/*n.n*\\)
Tatsuki doesn't need to look at the number to realise who it is, plain as day, it's Inoue. The overdone hearts, the odd suggestion, even the weird emoji at the end. It irks Tatsuki how bugged she is at such a text and, despite having made it back to her clean, clutter-free apartment, she finds everything dirty. A compulsive need to clear everything overruns her, so she does just that.
She clears her phone of any evidence that Inoue had text. Then proceeds to delete Kiyoshi's text. Her parents. Mahana's. Michuru. Keigo. Even a two-week old text from Mizuiro. All traces of friendship, of companionship and tainted, blatant lies on her phone cleared. Then, she goes to her music folder and deletes every song she doesn't like. Which turns into every song she doesn't listen to very often. Before she clicks the clear all button.
Next are photo's. Most are recent, having already gotten rid of all past friendship tainting the phone, all the photos with Inoue, rare photos of a smiling Ichigo, were weeks ago deleted; when she'd decided moving was a better experience to become independent. Except now saved picture of athletes she liked, precious photo's of Kiyoshi and her. Of Keigo, Mizuiro and her, when they were Keigo, Mizuiro and Tatsuki, not Keigo. Mizuiro. Tatsuki. All too soon, she's reformatting her whole phone and she can breathe properly, because the stifling sensation, the overwhelming need to clear her life is disappearing.
Sitting up from her couch, Tatsuki looks around her bare apartment. Every flaw, every useless artifact scrutinised and deemed unworthy. A heavy sigh leaves her peach lips and with grace, she stands tall. Amber eyes narrow and with vigour she cleans, organises and clears what little occupies her apartment. Food older than two days, thrown in the waste bin. Homework older than three days join the fresh food. Clothes not worn since in the least, four months ago get thrown in a black bag. The food and homework, the papers messing up her life, disposed of in the large garbage outside. Quickly she dumps her clothes off at a shelter and comes home to a barer house. A cleaner house.
Everything is in order. Everything is gone and no longer clotting her life up. No longer lying uselessly, no longer deceiving her. With blank eyes she takes in what is left of her rapidly uncluttered- emptied life. Tatsuki has no one. Has nothing, a smile graces her face, tired and withered. She has everything she needs.
Obssesive compulsive spartanism is described as the need to compulsively give things up and or away. To empty one's life. In Tatsuki's case, she needs to have not only something she can control, but she can't be greeted by stuff she can't, hence being unable to positively read Orihime's message. It's her idea of ordering the chaos, of clearing her life for the better. That's all I can say, as I don't quite get what it means, since I mostly 'Googled' everything about OBS.
Thank you for reading.