[He's noticed. It isn't that Sasuke tracks the goings-on of those who live on the rank two floor with any particularity, if only for their own privacy — but Stiles is different. He is, against the odds of their imprisonment in such a place, a friend. One of the few connections Sasuke has forged, and one he intends to keep, even nurture, because those are not bonds taken lightly.
So he's noticed that he has not seen Stiles in the hall, or the showers, and he has not heard the other boy's movements through the flimsy barrier of a wall that separates their small rooms. Much of that week, Sasuke stays a floor above — with Cy — but always he keeps an eye out for Stiles. And as worry begins to mount in the corner of his mind where dread tends to live, one evening Sasuke stops outside that door. Rinnegan glows, a palely vivid light, in his left eye.
The room is empty. He can see no sign of Stiles beyond it.
Not long after, his Watch flashes with that notification.]
I'm not. Are you all right?
[First priority, because doing Stiles a favor isn't an ambiguous question. Of course he will.]
oh boy
So he's noticed that he has not seen Stiles in the hall, or the showers, and he has not heard the other boy's movements through the flimsy barrier of a wall that separates their small rooms. Much of that week, Sasuke stays a floor above — with Cy — but always he keeps an eye out for Stiles. And as worry begins to mount in the corner of his mind where dread tends to live, one evening Sasuke stops outside that door. Rinnegan glows, a palely vivid light, in his left eye.
The room is empty. He can see no sign of Stiles beyond it.
Not long after, his Watch flashes with that notification.]
I'm not. Are you all right?
[First priority, because doing Stiles a favor isn't an ambiguous question. Of course he will.]