Well, now it sort of feels like Sasuke's skull is cracking in two.
Game. What game?
Genjutsu.
There's that word again.
Both of Sasuke's hands fly up to press against his forehead, pushing back, holding back whatever this tide is, damming the flood because it feels like the water is all of his sanity fleeing his head.
"I'm taking singing lessons. I'm taking singing lessons because I had a free period. I'm a senior at Luceti Valley High." Thing is, he suddenly doesn't really believe any of that anymore. He can't actually remember the last time he sang. What it felt like. What the song was. Why he would have cared to sing at all. There's no reason he would fill a gap in his time with something so frivolous (scholarship and extracurriculars occur to him but they make suddenly so much less sense). He's not totally sure he remembers getting here from middle school.
"The fuck is going on?" The one thing that doesn't seem strange is cursing in front of one of his teachers.
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Well, now it sort of feels like Sasuke's skull is cracking in two.
Game. What game?
Genjutsu.
There's that word again.
Both of Sasuke's hands fly up to press against his forehead, pushing back, holding back whatever this tide is, damming the flood because it feels like the water is all of his sanity fleeing his head.
"I'm taking singing lessons. I'm taking singing lessons because I had a free period. I'm a senior at Luceti Valley High." Thing is, he suddenly doesn't really believe any of that anymore. He can't actually remember the last time he sang. What it felt like. What the song was. Why he would have cared to sing at all. There's no reason he would fill a gap in his time with something so frivolous (scholarship and extracurriculars occur to him but they make suddenly so much less sense). He's not totally sure he remembers getting here from middle school.
"The fuck is going on?" The one thing that doesn't seem strange is cursing in front of one of his teachers.