[Amane watches the memory play in the lounge, not knowing what it is, hoping that it might be more information about why they're here, perhaps particulars for their next assignment.
It isn't.
She would not have watched it if she'd known, but she is caught now, unable to move and her eyes wide.
'That's because it is him.'
Something seizes in her chest and she grips it with trembling fingers before she forces it all down, all of it, all of it.
She gets up to leave and that is when she sees her teammate.
He is not moving, lost in a nightmare and she isn't certain what to do. This is not Katsuki, she isn't certain how to manoeuvre, but he's still her teammate. She should try. She starts to sing, her voice gentle, haunting, and inhuman in the way it's layered. The words cannot be understood if there are any at all, but there's an order in the music. A compulsion.]
lmk if this is okay!
It isn't.
She would not have watched it if she'd known, but she is caught now, unable to move and her eyes wide.
'That's because it is him.'
Something seizes in her chest and she grips it with trembling fingers before she forces it all down, all of it, all of it.
She gets up to leave and that is when she sees her teammate.
He is not moving, lost in a nightmare and she isn't certain what to do. This is not Katsuki, she isn't certain how to manoeuvre, but he's still her teammate. She should try. She starts to sing, her voice gentle, haunting, and inhuman in the way it's layered. The words cannot be understood if there are any at all, but there's an order in the music. A compulsion.]
Wake up.