Kuriyama Mirai (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
halfemptyglasses) wrote2015-01-26 06:28 pm
halfemptyglasses) wrote2015-01-26 06:28 pm
Bump in the Night
Mirai blows across her bowl of noodles, steam billowing up from her hot meal. She holds it steady in her hand, weeks of practice without a table, and carefully eats. Regardless of anything else going on, this is the best part of her day. It's something Mirai can get right.
She glances over the bowl as she sips the broth, reviewing her enrollment papers. Summer term creeps ever closer, and with it Mirai's inclusion in a normal life. Sort of. Isn't that what she's always wanted?
Mirai puts her bowl down with a sigh. Just then, something bumps the wall hard enough to shake a phone charm off of her picture of Yui. She pauses for just a moment before dismissing it as nothing to worry about.
Then another bump, enough to send the picture clattering to the floor. The back of Mirai's neck prickles, and she stands up. Whatever it is thrums with movement under her feet, and she scrambles into a sprint towards the door. She presses against it as mummylike wraps burst forth. She tries to take a deep breath, scanning for any sign of an eye to strike. But then the wraps fly like arrows towards her. She fumbles for the doorknob, wrenches it open, and bolts.
She glances over the bowl as she sips the broth, reviewing her enrollment papers. Summer term creeps ever closer, and with it Mirai's inclusion in a normal life. Sort of. Isn't that what she's always wanted?
Mirai puts her bowl down with a sigh. Just then, something bumps the wall hard enough to shake a phone charm off of her picture of Yui. She pauses for just a moment before dismissing it as nothing to worry about.
Then another bump, enough to send the picture clattering to the floor. The back of Mirai's neck prickles, and she stands up. Whatever it is thrums with movement under her feet, and she scrambles into a sprint towards the door. She presses against it as mummylike wraps burst forth. She tries to take a deep breath, scanning for any sign of an eye to strike. But then the wraps fly like arrows towards her. She fumbles for the doorknob, wrenches it open, and bolts.