Momiji sits at a table near the door to outside. Before him is spread some books, fun, happy books that should be enough to distract any high-school kid. But instead his eyes keep flickering to the door that leads outside. One hand rubs his temple, like he has a headache.
Lines marking where sleep has been deprived are hardly uncommon these days. They mark just one more change in personality for the normally bubbly kid.
Lines marking where sleep has been deprived are hardly uncommon these days. They mark just one more change in personality for the normally bubbly kid.