Ryu was laying down, deep in thought. His eyes were closed, his left hand over his chest but there was a slight frown on his face. As if he was disturbed by something.
Earlier out of excitement, he didn't think clearly but now that he was alone and a slave to his thoughts, he could vividly remember seeing Aito when he was about to fall down the stairs. He could remember holding Aito in his arms, protecting him from the fall.
Where was that Aito now? Where did he go? Could he have imagined the whole thing? But... it felt so real. The body was warm and lithe. He could remember the texture of the hair. Soft and silky. And then the waist, so thin that it fit perfectly in the curve of his arm. He had held the person tightly before he passed out.
Now that he thought of it, he recalled that he was accidentally hit by the door and he heard a familiar voice ask him if he was okay. The person touched him, he lost his footing and fell backwards, dragging the person along with him.
