au where seto did not get kicked from team crafted, but actually left

play the song whenever you'd like

***song is by ryan ross ; it's called "Where I Belong"

***

The Skype call went silent.

"Are—" Adam's voice trailed off, "—are you sure you want to leave?"

Seto slouched back in his chair, shifting uncomfortably. His voice was a bit shaky, and he felt his eyes burning, "Yeah, I just want to leave Team Crafted. I want to go my own direction, you know?"

"Is it because of what I said?" Mitch interrupted. Seto saw the panic in his eyes; the fear that it was his fault.

Seto saw the same expression in everyone's faces, actually. He chose for himself to not be seen, he didn't want them to see him crying. Weakness is what he was afraid of.

"No, it's not that," Seto threw out his most convincing fake laugh. "I mean, I'm just—holding you all back that's all."

"Seto—"

"But things have to end eventually. I'll be going now, I hope you all understand."

Seto abruptly left the call.

He stared at the Skype conversation. Quickly, he shut off his computer and stared at his own reflection. His hair was messy and his eyes stung from holding back tears. He released an exasperated sigh, feeling the orbs collapsing from his mocha colored eyes.

"You're fine now," he muttered to himself. He stood up and headed towards bed. Laying down, he tuck himself in and buried his face into the blankets. Lavender—they smelled of lavender.

***

The next day wasn't any better.

Seto's phone was blowing up with text messages. His notifications from twitter were booming; confused fans and worried friends. Unfamiliar faces and ones that he had not spoke to in years. He muted his phone, then put his pillow over his head.

Five more minutes he'd promise himself. Just simply five more minutes in bed, then he'll check his computer.

Oddly five minutes had turned into ten; proceeding that became an hour. He didn't get up, he had lost motivation to do so. The scents of lavender stayed with him. Tears that stung his eyes burned through his pillow like acid; the dampness had annoyed him.

He didn't get up that whole day. No food, no interaction, no thoughts. Sleep—he wanted to sleep his worries away.

Permanently.

***

The next day came rushing in.

Seto was extremely hungry, almost to the point where he could eat anything. He hadn't touched his phone in a day, his computer in two. Sometimes he would hear voices telling him to get up, but his body refused for him to do so.

He wished someone would just come over and help him.

He basked in the warmth of his blankets. They smelled like sweat and tears—both as salty as he. God, how much he had already regret his decision.

"Maybe I should get up," he muttered aloud to himself.

He managed to roll out of bed. He stood, body feeling heavy and arms numb. He shuffled across the floor, bumping into the door to his room in the process. He went into the kitchen.

Bread.

He grabbed a slice of bread and ate the slice. It wasn't very filling, but it was at least something.

He headed back to bed.

***

Day three.

He was such a slob at this point. Three days without proper food, loss of interest in his favorite things, and a wallowing sadness that was swallowing him.

But he said he was fine.

He knew he is fine.

What time was it?

His sleep schedule was messed up. He grabbed his phone and hissed at the sudden change of light. Two in the morning—it felt as if it was the afternoon. He frowned at the amount of messages he received.

Adam
Haven't heard from you in couple days

Adam
Hope you're okay

Mitch
I'm sorry please be okay

Brice
Hey dude wanna talk?

Brice
xo brice

Quinten
Talk to us please

Ian
Hey dude

Tyler
Read your fucking messages

Ty
Me and Jason are coming over today

Isaac
Heard what happened

Isaac
We can talk if you want

Jason
I'm coming with Ty to your place

Zek
Don't know you well but be safe

Kyle
COME BACK TO ME

Bodil
Let's talk soon

Jerome
Mitch's blaming himself plz reply

Jerome
Seto

The list went on.

Seto threw his phone aside and went back to sleep.

***

He wished it was just a dream but he heard his doorbell go off. He didn't answer the door; he didn't feel like getting up anymore.

To his own surprise, he heard footsteps heading towards his room. Heavy—there were two people. Seto didn't bother to get up and investigate, much like he'd normally would. He hurried himself further under the covers.

"Here's his room," one voice whispered. His bedroom door opened. "Seto?"

Ty.

He heard footsteps approaching his bedside. He felt the covers being lifted from his head. Seto sniffled, turning away. He didn't want to make eye contact with them—he didn't want to see them at all.

"C'mon you lump of sadness, let's go out and do something," he heard another voice say.

Jason.

Seto shook his head.

"You want to at least talk?" Ty pleaded.

Seto shook his head again.

"We brought you some food, actually. Some of it is sushi. Adam said since it's his favorite food, he figured you'd like it too," he heard a soft plop on his nightstand.

"Would you like us to stay here with you?"

Seto shook his head—no.

"I hope you feel better, then. Text us if you need anything."

Just like that, they were gone.

Seto wanted them to stay. He wanted them to refuse to leave and stay at his side—it was so selfish but he wanted that outcome so badly.

He drifted back to sleep.

How much sleep can a person have?

***

Seto slept through the next day. His stomach was killing him.

***

He continued this habit. No one came back for him. His room smelled like rotten food—the sushi was old now.

He had regret his decision.

***

Seto found himself awake in a hospital bed. He was no longer hungry—he was a bit full. The bright lights stung his eyes. He sat up in the bed, weak. To his own surprise, he saw someone sleeping in one of the chairs.

Bodil—he remembered Martin was his real name.

He felt his eyes sting again as he went to lay back on the bed.