tastewithouttalent:

Gokudera isn’t in the mood for company.

He’s been lying in the dark of the bedroom staring at the frame of the bunk over him without moving for nearly thirty minutes. He’s no closer to sleep now than when he laid down, the hum of his thoughts and the ache of his skin co-conspiring to keep him awake, but it’s not sleep he wants as much as solitude, peace and darkness in which to wallow in his own failures. So when the door opens, creaking to let a sliver of light into the dark, Gokudera barely glances at the newcomer before he’s rolling away, turning his face towards the wall and his back to the door.

“Go away,” he growls, barely loudly enough for the sound to carry.

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