[he might have pushed himself a wee bit too hard the last time they went into mementos.
it wasn't really intentional—he'd just expended a little too much energy as they approached the next barrier. wanting everyone else to conserve what they had left after taking out a couple of targets mishima had provided them with, it meant that akira took a bit much on his shoulders. the tactics shifted so that they were fighting conservatively; physical attacks, guarding, debuffs with futaba patching in buffs every so often. but that left joker handling a lot of the elemental spells. and even when he saw other people's energy getting low, he made sure they had some of the coffee he brought in a thermos for them all...
and neglected any for himself, because it was more important that they were prepared. his stamina was good, good enough to get them where they had to go. but by the time they left mementos, he was completely exhausted. even morgana didn't have to tell him that he should go to bed as soon as he walked in leblanc's door. it wasn't quite enough though—
he awoke at sunrise for school, wishing so desperately he could stay in bed. his head was foggy, face almost sallow, throat sore and nose somehow both stuffy and runnng all at once.
miserable.
colds are always miserable.
but he's not one to stop, even when he should. though he tries to not let it show to sojiro as he eats his breakfast (the curry does, at least, clear his sinuses briefly), but when he shuffles through shibuya station to get his transfer to aoyama-ichtome...
he's kind of like a zombie. and he's hoping, quietly and miserably that none of his friends run into him here, because he probably needs to conserve all is energy in pretending he's not feeling so terrible for being in class with ann.
(who's he kidding, he's going to nap in kawakami's class for sure.)
...he's standing at the platform, kind of spacing out enough that a train leaves and he's still... just standing there. it's a good thing the trains run fast and often, but he's definitely going to be a bit in another world, between sniffles and coughs as he waits for the next train.
FOR MAKOTO...
it wasn't really intentional—he'd just expended a little too much energy as they approached the next barrier. wanting everyone else to conserve what they had left after taking out a couple of targets mishima had provided them with, it meant that akira took a bit much on his shoulders. the tactics shifted so that they were fighting conservatively; physical attacks, guarding, debuffs with futaba patching in buffs every so often. but that left joker handling a lot of the elemental spells. and even when he saw other people's energy getting low, he made sure they had some of the coffee he brought in a thermos for them all...
and neglected any for himself, because it was more important that they were prepared. his stamina was good, good enough to get them where they had to go. but by the time they left mementos, he was completely exhausted. even morgana didn't have to tell him that he should go to bed as soon as he walked in leblanc's door. it wasn't quite enough though—
he awoke at sunrise for school, wishing so desperately he could stay in bed. his head was foggy, face almost sallow, throat sore and nose somehow both stuffy and runnng all at once.
miserable.
colds are always miserable.
but he's not one to stop, even when he should. though he tries to not let it show to sojiro as he eats his breakfast (the curry does, at least, clear his sinuses briefly), but when he shuffles through shibuya station to get his transfer to aoyama-ichtome...
he's kind of like a zombie. and he's hoping, quietly and miserably that none of his friends run into him here, because he probably needs to conserve all is energy in pretending he's not feeling so terrible for being in class with ann.
(who's he kidding, he's going to nap in kawakami's class for sure.)
...he's standing at the platform, kind of spacing out enough that a train leaves and he's still... just standing there. it's a good thing the trains run fast and often, but he's definitely going to be a bit in another world, between sniffles and coughs as he waits for the next train.
whoops.]