studio floor

@★ ha mirinae ᵐᶦʳᵃᵉ /i would like to blame a severe case of sleep deprivation for what happens next, as instead of slamming the door shut and turning on my heels, you catch me standing there with my feet rooted to the floor and it’s like i’m malfunctioning altogether when my lips part as if to say something though nothing comes out/
/ultimately its your shriek that pulls me back and then i’m nearly giving myself whiplash with how quickly i turn my head away, a cold hand of panic gripping my neck as i clutch onto the clothes in my hands, clearing my throat, eyes going back to you only to instantly regret it the moment where my brain finally registers the state that you’re in/
— i am so sorry, i didn’t know someone would be in here, please, uh, oh god, i’m sorry
/typically these words come out in my mother tongue, as always when i’m caught off guard or nervous, my posture unnaturally rigid as i bow my head repeatedly, face warming up from the embarrassment/
i should go, sorry, i didn’t mean to— i’m really sorry
/and that’s when i finally fumble for the door to slam it shut, leaning forward enough so that i can bang my head against it a couple of times while i try calming my heartbeat down/

@★ ha mirinae ᵐᶦʳᵃᵉ /the day has already been far too long as i’m stepping through the corridors of our building, or, i had been cooped up in my studio and had ended up pulling another all nighter. my manager had found me hunched in front of the computer barely 30 minutes ago and had more or less proceeded to force an energy drink down my throat before i had been whisked away to a fitting that i had, undoubtedly, forgotten about
“hurry up and get changed, they’re already waiting for you”
yes, yes…
/i had murmured under my breath, weaving a hand through tousled locks and i’m half exhausted and half annoyed as i’m jerking the first best door open and inside there’s you; half and then there’s me, far too slow to catch onto the situation as i stand frozen to the ground