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He wishes he had melatonin. Not because it made his thoughts stop, but because it forced him to sleep. He was just thinking for the thirty minutes it took to kick in, thoughts spinning around his brain. It was headache inducing, and made him drowsy the next day, but he just wanted to stop feeling hollow.
Empty.
He's walked around the entire field of grass twice, he thinks an hour has passed. But he's still unable to turn his stupid brain off.
It's 3:00am. He'll be woken up at 6:00. This is pathetic, why can't he just rest?
Suddenly, a hand taps his shoulder. He whirls around, teeth clicking together sharply. He flinches back, blinking at the person in front of him. It's Yamaguchi, concern painting his features. "Tsukki?"
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Tsukki has undiagnosed autism, and the Nekoma training camp is a little too overwhelming. He ends up regressing, although...he doesn't know what's happened, and neither does anyone else.