[ Otonashi pulls back suddenly, cursing himself and tipping Akashi's head back to swipe his thumb in the other boy's mouth to clear any obstructions. This work is sloppy, too driven by emotional proximity to everyone involved, and distancing himself isn't an option he can give even a passing thought. The pressure holds a suffocating grip on him.
He breathes again into Akashi, alternating between this and chest compressions that only grow in strength and desperation. The whimpers, once only softly vocalized breaths, finally surpass the sound of his hopeless endeavor.
Struck by a sick sense of deja vu, he's stunned long enough to feel the sudden movement beneath him, stronger than he imagines it ought to be. He cries out something unintelligible, feels for a pulse, for life, only to find the same empty cold. ]
That can't— What the hell is this? [ The flowers tearing out of Akashi's skin continue to blossom, the petals outstretching, the vines snapping and twisting around their prisoner. ] Tetsuya, you— you need to let go of his hand. Please.
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He breathes again into Akashi, alternating between this and chest compressions that only grow in strength and desperation. The whimpers, once only softly vocalized breaths, finally surpass the sound of his hopeless endeavor.
Struck by a sick sense of deja vu, he's stunned long enough to feel the sudden movement beneath him, stronger than he imagines it ought to be. He cries out something unintelligible, feels for a pulse, for life, only to find the same empty cold. ]
That can't— What the hell is this? [ The flowers tearing out of Akashi's skin continue to blossom, the petals outstretching, the vines snapping and twisting around their prisoner. ] Tetsuya, you— you need to let go of his hand. Please.