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There was nothing more horrid than having to look at the reflection of yourself, obscuring crimson eyes that flare up each moment you bore deep into it, like a hollow yet narrow trance that gives an unsettling aura, unfazed and dour yet chaste and full of unadorned qualities.
This was cyno.
He had nothing more to lose but much more to gain, or perhaps for the gain of others and raw disgust for injustice. As a school representative, he had fully stood to his duty, feared by both his seniors and those around him. He had given off a vibe on an obviously oblivious notice, his demeanor was purely his true nature, one for which he couldn't change for the likes of others, he was also contented with how he felt. Thus, allowing him to roam without having to think of what others may think due to his sense of keen justice within himself that radiates outside. And though, if one shall defy the rules of justice shall commit to nothing other than accepting that they've wronged within themselves and the rules itself and will not be forgiven on light matters. Cyno felt strictly built on this.
This somewhat complemented the likes of one who would be the polar opposite and have a dignifying thirst for injustice, dark thoughts and unfaithful motives filled with pure hate from inside. Their eyes held what one would usually fear from and those eyes spoke nothing but hate.
But cyno definitely didn't hate anything, anything other than pure injustice. Yet his eyes scowled for it, it was stoic.
And why this horrid figure stood in front him, was because for the first time in a while he saw himself as the one everyone feared — a split second however, a drastic feeling surges through his veins granting him the feeling to do the impossible, something which he's probably never felt.
He puffs out dry hair, leaning against the sink as he closes his eyes to regain his composure.
Something definitely happened.
But he couldn't tell what.
After spending his entire break pondering the change in his mental and probably his physical abilities, he opens the faucet to wash his face for the 3rd time, clumsily splashing water on his tanned skin face hoping to wake up from his imaginations, he had also been hallucinating the whole time, switching from reality and mere illusions. His head would randomly pound causing subtle dizziness. The water however cooled him down, and his situation isn't as serious as affecting his daily after school duties. So he worries less at one point.
He proceeds to turn off the faucet, his bracelet was wet and annoyingly stuck on his wrist, he tries to wriggle the elastic wire that was decorated with plainly coloured beads so as to not squeeze tightly against his skin and end up pinching it, he lets his wrist under the rushing tap and lets it wash against his pulse, somehow giving a cool sensation. He gets lost in the act with heavy dizziness for a split second and hisses harshly when he lets go— the elastic harshly hitting against his skin while covered all in water.
He groans and twists his wrist, his fingers twitching in response and then..
The faucet turns off.
What.
He pauses to comprehend why the faucet turned off, immediately he trails a white string that came out in force—turning the faucet all the way to the left— the string was short because the distance between his hand and the faucet was merely a gap, the string though was connected to his wrist — his pulse for that matter.
He blinks. Shuffles his composure and bends his wrists but nothing happens, he looks in the mirror while he does it, staring at himself as he flips his wrists towards different directions. He huffs when nothing happens after all, but all he manages to do was carry the string from the faucet and study it. It was thick and somewhat gummy, he twirls it between his thumb and his index finger wondering how this managed to come from his hand. He checks his pulse instead, removes the bracelet and not caring as it drops into the sink,
He tries again, however on a futile attempt
Maybe its all in my head.
He sighs, he has wasted enough time, a class would have probably started and he has never missed one. Once he puts back the bracelet, he walks to the door, when all of a sudden a wave of dizziness washes through him again,
"Hm-!!"
He stumbles and leans against the wall, this feeling didn't feel pure, it was probably something done by someone else and if so he'll make sure to question every living soul in the school all in the name of either a food poisoning or a sickly drug — they probably wanted to get back at him but cyno was a stubborn fellow however, he was going to pass through that door and attend classes without a hitch, then patrol around the school and making sure everything seems right. Even if it meant questioning both his seniors and meet fellow students.
He stands straight, hitting his head lightly with the bottom of his palm, and then his fingers twitched in response, once he thinks he's felt alright, he'd open the door and walk through it but instead he caught a glimpse of how this white string emerged from his pulse trying to hit the door knob but it ends up above it on the door.
His eyes widens,
What is this?