He didn’t want to freak out but he could feel his pulse quickening, growing so loud that it drowned out everything else. Which in itself was different from the usual muffling of noise. He touched the angled knob in preparation to leave … more like flee to be honest.
Shouji, Sousuke, Nanashi; these three were so oblivious to him. They were just talking normally. And that hurt for some reason. He felt like he was screaming for help when in all actuality, he was just standing there with a quivering lip and straight-face.
Damn! he snapped to himself in anguish.
It took more effort than he wanted to admit but he softened his panicky expression. “Shouji-kun, it was … nice to meet you but I-I gotta go.” He jabbed his fidgety thumb towards the door with closed eyes. “A thing for my, mom. Groceries, eggs and milk, stuff like that.”
Before leaving he took a pause to address, Sousuke and Nanashi. “Sorry for bailing guys. Meet’cha at club tomorrow.” Without anyone moving to stop him, Natsu made short work of the distance between his home and the hospital.
Yuma was waiting for him, even called out to him twice but Natsu rushed into his room, taking the steps two at a time. Inside he deleted his brother's diary files off his phone and preceded to wreck his room out of rage and sadness.
“So much for being the hero!” he shouted, kicking his desk chair onto its side.