[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/610149.html?thread=50728037#t50728037), with permission, sorry about the repost]
Miku was pleased with her speed - in fact, her bruises protested very little as she hurried through the men's block, quick and careful. Without any problems at all, she stopped in front of Sousuke's room and sighed heavily. She'd made it. This was the moment of truth, where she found out if he'd vanished or if his things were still there and he'd gone off to look for her, instead. Miku knocked on the door politely, and pulled it open slowly.
"Excuse me, I was looking for Sagara..." she started, and paused when she realized that the room was dark and still, except for the heavy, male sounds of sleeping. Curious, Miku shone her light into the room and swept it across Sousuke's bed, carefully picking her way inside so she wouldn't disturb either man. She breathed a little sigh of relief to see that he was still there, and her stomach twisted itself into a knot. She tiptoed to his bedside and pointed the light at the floor too keep it dim.
Oh, Sousuke. She thought and smoothed the covers over him. You look peaceful this way. I won't wake you up. She knelt down and used her knees as a desk, writing another quick note. (http://rope-victim.livejournal.com/5573.html) She pulled it out of her journal after folding it back and forth a few times to reduce the noise of the tear and put it beside him on his pillow.
Shyly, Miku wondered if kissing his cheek while he slept would be strange. It would be, that's so silly. I'm such a strange person sometimes, she thought and hurried out of the room with her bag, closing the door behind her. I hope they sleep well.
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Miku was pleased with her speed - in fact, her bruises protested very little as she hurried through the men's block, quick and careful. Without any problems at all, she stopped in front of Sousuke's room and sighed heavily. She'd made it. This was the moment of truth, where she found out if he'd vanished or if his things were still there and he'd gone off to look for her, instead. Miku knocked on the door politely, and pulled it open slowly.
"Excuse me, I was looking for Sagara..." she started, and paused when she realized that the room was dark and still, except for the heavy, male sounds of sleeping. Curious, Miku shone her light into the room and swept it across Sousuke's bed, carefully picking her way inside so she wouldn't disturb either man. She breathed a little sigh of relief to see that he was still there, and her stomach twisted itself into a knot. She tiptoed to his bedside and pointed the light at the floor too keep it dim.
Oh, Sousuke. She thought and smoothed the covers over him. You look peaceful this way. I won't wake you up. She knelt down and used her knees as a desk, writing another quick note. (http://rope-victim.livejournal.com/5573.html) She pulled it out of her journal after folding it back and forth a few times to reduce the noise of the tear and put it beside him on his pillow.
Shyly, Miku wondered if kissing his cheek while he slept would be strange. It would be, that's so silly. I'm such a strange person sometimes, she thought and hurried out of the room with her bag, closing the door behind her. I hope they sleep well.