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Asahi was exhausted. 

It took all of his being by fighting with that wolfbear. He didn't know why he was so deeply tired, he wasn't one of the boys who talked and pushed the animal down with their entire body. He was just the one who took every chance he got in hitting the freak of nature. Still, his hands were shaking, covered in cuts and blood, his and the wolfbear's. He even saw blood on his clothes, and he didn't need a mirror to know he had some on his face too. Its blood was absolutely repulsive, even more so than the smell of the bus driver's corpse that's probably burned to a crisp by the still lit-fire.

Asahi glanced back at Duncan. He could still remember how his organs pulled themselves back into his body like they have a mind of their own. Duncan was supposed to be dead yet he wasn't. He was relieved Duncan was going to live but the effect this place had on his body appalled Asahi the most. Whatever kind of god was playing these sick twisted games with them was more monstrous than the wolfbears, and he cursed that god, whoever deity it may be, as he saw the bruises and wounds on his bloodied fists started to slowly heal up to.

The rest of the students, those still alive and had most of their bodies with themselves anyways, grouped up and discussed what to do. It was clear all of them were completely tired and still in shock about the bloodbath that had happened to them, but they also knew they will never be able to live another day here unless they continued to do what was needed to survive. 

The class grouped up with themselves and trudged on to fulfill their tasks. Since Asahi wasn't in the mood to do any sort of manual labor, he volunteered to go check up what's left of their inventory. The smell of the bus was disgusting but he just powered through and tried to salvage as much as he could. He collected as much as he could into a pile then classified them according to the type of object that they were. There were 28 backpacks in total, 22 water canteens, 17 bento boxes with food that were thankfully still edible, two extra pairs of men’s shoes, and a badminton racket. There were also plenty of textbooks, feminine hygiene products, stationaries, and gym strips, all of which could be useful in specific instances. The rest were things Asahi didn't think would be useful for the group for now like makeup kits, smartphones, chargers, a tablet with a bit of power left, money, and other random stuff that were not of importance.  

Soon enough, everyone would regroup in the clearing to provide shelter and start the fire just as the sun started to set in the horizon and bathing everything in warm golden light. Asahi took a second to look up at the darkening sky, wondering what the time was back at their hometown. He knew little to nothing about the Otherworld and he was trying so hard to keep himself from freaking out by distracting himself with tasks. He helped tend to the wounded, using various handkerchiefs and towels he managed to get on his inventory-checking. He figured tomorrow he'd ask Mayumi and the others where they found water so he could wash up at least some their dirtied, bloodied clothes.

Night eventually came and Asahi became astounded by the multitudes of stars glittering up in the sky. If they weren't in such a deadly place right now, he would've been content with gazing at the stars. For now, he just ate his fill as his classmates did. Some were talking amongst themselves as he heard Haruko call Maki and Daisuke over to Duncan. The blockhead must've awoken by now and it took all of Asahi's willpower to try not to barf the food he ate as he remembered what happened to him. He'd glance at Sasuke who was part of the group tasked with searching wood for fire. Asahi would often find excuses to get close to him, whether offering to help him start the fire and tending to his wounds, but he still kept a reasonable distance from his crush. The least Asahi could do was to make their already dire situation more awkward.

Despite knowing all that, Asahi found himself sighing before walking towards Sasuke. He was gay-panicking on the inside but of course he didn't show it on his face as he sat beside the boy. After a few minutes of thinking real hard, Asahi cleared his throat softly. [color=#fbb6cb]"Um... So... H-How are you...?"[/color]