week two ♡ thursday ♡ magilou

[it's very early evening when things start to get weird. akira's sitting outside of his hut, twirling his pen idly and thoughtfully.

and then it happens.

"Aren't you tired today? Let's go to sleep already."

akira's head whips up, and there's a little bit of panic in his eyes.]

Morgana?

[there's an urgency, because. they couldn't have, right? they wouldn't—they wouldn't bring morgana here to go through this too.

his eyes are fixed, widened on...

well, nothing. but he sees morgana there and it's alarming as fuck. maybe someone should be intrusive and point out that he's reacting to air and snap him out of it? or.

you know, encourage it, it's fine.]

week two ♡ thursday ♡ nino

[it's kind of cruel, really.

the second the smell hit his nose, akira knew it had to be bullshit—sojiro's curry, that familiar smell—there's no way it could be on this deathtrap island unless he made it himself.

and yet every time he opened his eyes, he could see it on one of leblanc's dishes, coating the rice, piping hot. closing his eyes almost seemed to mitigate the scent wafting into his nose.

almost.

so akira is letting out an agitated groan, flopping back onto the sound and just muttering in annoyance:]

This is hell. This place has to be hell.