This isn’t right.

No, it isn’t.

Tsukasa would usually be screaming at the moment, but no, it’s silent fear. Inhaling sharply, he backs away from the spider on the counter, tugging on Rui’s sleeve and holding his gaze to the spider. Unable to move it. Actually, fuck it, unable to move anymore. His head won’t move, nor will his legs and arms. Just terrified. Horror.

When he feels Rui’s sleeve on his hand, he immediately pulls away in fear. Fear that spiders are going to crawl out of him. Spiders will crawl out every single hole and— Oh. He can move, it’s just not letting him when he needs to. Well, so be it.

Tsukasa needs to be silent.

He feels what is supposed to be his neck. And it is, thankfully. Not some fucked up scar-wounded dismembered, dislocated, broken, snapped, limb. Realizing he can talk, he whispers out a strained “R-Rui…”