It’s worse than embarrassing, Shōyō can highly agree with that. If anything, he’s considerate of himself and of others, raising a a hand to cup his line of sight while his knees just sort of— buckled and hoped that his thighs could help with the exploding bladder.

“Yeah. I don’t want to see anything.”

He already heard enough, and these voices are going to be buried into his memory for ages to come. It’s your chance to escape, boys. Plus, Shōyō is a man of his word: he doesn’t look.