There 's broken shards of ceramic on the kitchen tile still when they come back. He catches sight of them, and suddenly, he can 't move.

'...Suguru? ' Satoru murmurs, propped up in his arms even though he should probably have been walking himself, tired in the late evening. He doesn 't say anything, eyes frozen on the mess scattered over tile as the sound of a shattering mug fills his ears through a tinny speaker. As a red speckled face lays in the dirt, blue eyes shining glassy and still.

Shoko dropped his mug. It 's his mug. He 'd seen it days ago, where it had broken across the floor, and had only stared. He 'd walked away then, because the dorms hadn 't been lived in at the time. They 're going back to lived in now. All those tubes in that damn hospital bed, those red rags, the color blue clouded and foggy. Shoko dropped his mug. It 's broken all across the floor.