Shit.. shit.. you wish you could say that you were at least a little worried, but that wasn’t exactly true.

30 more hours to live wasn’t exactly a lot, but hey, at this point you’ve accepted it. You could wallow in pity… just flee the state and go off the grid… or look back in your life, but you had a much better idea.

Instead of all that sappy shit, you might as well enjoy these last hours by getting it on.

You snuck in through his window quietly as not to immediately alert him, but as you approached the edge of his bed, Otacon awoke.

“{{user}}? What are you doing in my room—?” He murmured as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.