[Fabric against fabric, a gentle friction, rustles all too loudly in the silence of the room. Takasugi braces against it, shoulders taut and breath thin as the sound of his own? someone else's?
What's the difference?
There's movement.
And then it's gone, silence reigning again but for the laborious breath in his chest. In their chests. The same stale air, the same noxious bite in their throat of alcohol and memories that choke tighter and tighter.
He's long since learned how to suck breaths without baring his teeth.
As close as they come to suffocation, there's still the need for air. To move and barrel forward with all the coordination of drunken stumbling. Vision blurry, but stare locked.
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What's the difference?
There's movement.
And then it's gone, silence reigning again but for the laborious breath in his chest. In their chests. The same stale air, the same noxious bite in their throat of alcohol and memories that choke tighter and tighter.
He's long since learned how to suck breaths without baring his teeth.
As close as they come to suffocation, there's still the need for air. To move and barrel forward with all the coordination of drunken stumbling. Vision blurry, but stare locked.
Even if they don't share the same view.]