The day had barely started and already Aya was feeling so cheated. Years had mellowed down his temperamental notably, like the red of his hair gone from vibrant crimson to rich wine, he rarely anymore felt so wired up he'd be acting like a half wild cat. This morning, seeing Yohji in the chapel and trying to figure out what the hell was happening seemed to be a mixture that pulled just the right strings within him to kick up a storm. The nurse had not bothered him more than if he needed another shot and he had lied that there was no pain. She had arched a brow in disbelief, Aya had stared, until she obviously decided it was not worth the trouble and left him alone.

When he arrived to the cafeteria he could see Yohji in one of the tables but sure didn't feel like talking with him right now. So he chose to pick up some food, mostly fruits and a rare waffle, and sat down to a nice peaceful corner of a table to sip from the cup of coffee he was nursing between his hands. Overgrown bangs of blood red hanging over his eyes, he set to eat in silence.