When Shuuichi wakes up the morning before the end of the world to the sound of his alarm, it is with a wide array of burdensome emotions weighing down and clogging up his chest.
Pretty sincere confusion, at what he vividly recalls from last night’s conversation with Kokichi. Electric, pulsating anticipation at the prospect that he’s going to see Rantarou again. A very unusual-for-him level of anger directed at the god that’s been holding his brother hostage for over a week, and the even worse goddess hidden at the heart of it all. Simmering, ever-present anxiety that reminds him of the many, many ways things could go from wrong to bad to worst.
It’s…kind of a lot, to put it lightly.
(or: the beginning of the end, as it were)
