<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: ElvenCommonSpeak;">Rai Nishiyama - the Living Room</span></span><br/><br/>Chizuru. He let himself sink onto the ground, folding his legs underneath himself and clutching her jumper as he kept hiding his face in the darkness of her embrace. She told him that everything will be fine... That he has no reason to worry... He wasn't sure whether to believe her, conflicted in her thoughts, but after all, Chizuru was Chizuru. She has been like the older sibling despite being three years younger, she was kind and everything one would need off a person, if maybe a little bit silent and strange. He didn't know what he'd do without her - she was the one of them that didn't just stare blankly if something unexpected happened, she definitely wouldn't act like a moron and stand motionless upon setting herself on fire like he often did.<br/><br/>Somehow... While she was there, he didn't feel as if he himself were in danger. Despite the feeling of hopelessness that has spread through him, making him feel so cold and numb inside, she was there, like a lighthouse in a storm, and he wanted to trust what she said.<br/><br/>He just gave her a blank stare as she wrapped the black jumper around his shoulders, and glanced to the side, blushing a little. She didn't need to do that. He didn't need it.<br/>Pulling his knees up, he put his arms around his legs, ignoring how cold the fabric was, along with the burning sensation every touch sparked up on the burned surface of his right arm. Chizuru's arm was still around his shoulders...