Akemi had been sketching, lying on his bed listening to music and with the sketchpad sitting on the blankets, nerves still vibrating with the presence of...whatever that was, bleakness and an ending filling the paper in shades of monochrome gray.
And then Michi's presence fills the dorms, flaring erratically-something was wrong, he could feel it in his nerves, too-and Akemi drops the pencil he's holding and is out of bed, reacting before he can even think, not even pausing to put on shoes or pick up his cloak or even pick up anything but the dorm room key and then he's out the door, moving quickly, bare feet slapping against the cold floor, and then up the stairs, to the right room, and he can hear Michi whimpering through the door. Without thinking, he reaches out to try the door, and finds it locked.