[ shoyo follows easy enough, quiet in thought. it was a little hard to break off from his pride. oikawa had hurt him first. so it . . . was natural, for oikawa to come first, wasn't it? if he was actually sorry, he'd at least call, at some point.
it's been nearly two weeks. he wasn't coming. part of that was beginning to hurt too, sting— and it's the type of sting that makes shoyo raise his head to ochako, who has pinpointed it: you miss him. with his free hand, he cups his eyes and rubs his cheeks. ]
. . . I guess. I do. Damn King. [ and with an inhale: ] I'd— have to get my things, first. At Sanctuary.
[ then, he supposes, considering . . . he'll go home and see how things are doing. ]
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it's been nearly two weeks. he wasn't coming. part of that was beginning to hurt too, sting— and it's the type of sting that makes shoyo raise his head to ochako, who has pinpointed it: you miss him. with his free hand, he cups his eyes and rubs his cheeks. ]
. . . I guess. I do. Damn King. [ and with an inhale: ] I'd— have to get my things, first. At Sanctuary.
[ then, he supposes, considering . . . he'll go home and see how things are doing. ]