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The party's not over yet, you know?

A/N: Yu angst time (again)! Thiiiis one is a little worse than the other GloMas drabble imo but--fuck it we ball. I love ruining his life. Enjoy <33

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The ballroom is too loud. Too overwhelming. Thankfully, the nighttime air looks cold enough—he goes to take a walk. 

Or tries to.

“Where are you going, ▮▮▮▮▮▮?”

That’s not his name. He knows that’s not his name. He doesn’t know whose name it is, but they definitely have the wrong person.

(Surely.)

He turns around, and sees the people he’d started to tentatively consider friends or at least acquaintances. Deuce, Epel, Riddle, Sebek. Azul. Jamil. Ruggie. Silver. Rook. Idia. Yue’er. Everyone who he’d gone on the NBC trip with.

It must be a lucky day if they all want something to do with him. Or maybe there’s something wrong and they need his help for some reason?

He makes to take off his mask, so that he can talk properly with them. It doesn’t budge.

It… doesn’t budge?

Why can’t he take it off? He can barely breathe. They’re talking to him and he can barely breathe. He can’t even correct them now, can’t say that they have the wrong person. 

(A thought hits him. Hey, wouldn’t it be hilarious if it turned out they don’t care enough to remember his name?)

Someone extends a hand to him.

“The party’s hardly over yet. Don’t you want to share a dance, ▮▮▮▮▮▮?”

“Yeah, no thanks.” That isn’t his voice. That’s not his voice, and these aren’t his words. Why— “Wouldn’t you want to dance with that other friend of yours? Yuhua.”

The name slips out before he realizes it.

Like a switch has been flipped, they start muttering.

“You can stop being coy, you know…”

“Yeah, we’d rather have you around than Yuhua.”

“He’s a little too…”

“Isn’t he ever going to take the hint?”

“It’s not like we actually need him…”

“I don’t know how to break it to him…”

Oh.

The smile remains on his mask of a face, but his heart sinks. His chest tightens.

So that’s how it is. 

That’s how they really feel about him. Is it about him? He doesn’t know who he is anymore. This mask is as good as “him,” surely. It’s easier, like this. He doesn’t want to be that other person, anyway. 

(What a fool.)

Yes, they like him better like this. 

(At what cost?)

His face burns, but his smile doesn’t waver.

(He wants to cry.)

“I… see. Let’s dance, then.”

They smile back at him, more genuine than he’s ever seen them before. Lightheaded, he takes someone’s hand—

Yuhua wakes up before that scene can continue. He’s already sitting up before he knows it. Sweat mats his hair and sticks his bangs to his forehead. He can’t breathe right, chest heaving and heart racing from… from whatever the hell that was. 

A dream. Yeah. It was just a dream…! Nothing more. That would never happen to him. Right? They’d at least have the sense to find a different person… before talking behind his back… right…?

Ugh. It hurts just thinking about it. Yuhua sighs and wipes away his already-drying tears. 

It’s probably just the stress of the last few days getting to him. This is only his first night back in Ramshackle after coming back from the whole firelotus debacle, anyway. 

It was just a dream, he reminds himself again. There won’t be any more of them, and they can’t hurt you.

Still, he can’t fall back asleep.