[ it's not an uncommon feeling, like he's some outsider looking in. maybe nisaka had grown foolish, all that time spent at school having lunches, spending breaks with reki. during those times, reki had just felt like another teenage boy, just like him. sure, he had his skateboarding, but everyone's got their hobbies, their passion. but it's times like these that nisaka realizes just how different their worlds are, how far away reki actually is. he doesn't know the full extent of what reki goes through in S... and now he's wondering if he even should. if he's this much of a wreck after something reki himself doesn't even bat an eye at, what makes him think he can handle reki's world?
selfishly, he sinks into the arms that encircle him. he feels stupid; reki was the one in an accident just now, and yet he's the one being comforted here? burying his face into the other boy's shoulders, he doesn't care if his words come out too muffled to be heard. ]
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selfishly, he sinks into the arms that encircle him. he feels stupid; reki was the one in an accident just now, and yet he's the one being comforted here? burying his face into the other boy's shoulders, he doesn't care if his words come out too muffled to be heard. ]
It matters if you get hurt, okay? It matters.