[ hell, this sucks more that he thought it would. he didn't want to do this. he never wanted this to happen.
and if kurosaki is crying, miyamura's going to rip every copy of that damned paper into pieces and feed every little scrap to fire-chan. ]
Hey, no. [ he's never been rejected before either. even when yamada rejected him multiple times when he was charmed, he still brushed it off like nothing because it wasn't real. but kurosaki's feelings are real, and god damnit this is unfair. he doesn't know how to offer comfort for something he's never had to deal with. he doesn't know how to be gentle. and who the hell wants to be comforted by the person who rejected them in the first place?
he doesn't have the words for this, so he can only try. if not with words, then with other methods. like touching. he can do that.
he gets off the bed and kneels in front of kurosaki. not the best angle, but he's tall enough. at least this close he can grab kurosaki's hands and pull it away from his hoodie, his grip firm - determined. a slight tilt of his head has him peering up into the other boy's face, his own expression grim and a little exasperated. ]
i hate you :((( never tag me again
and if kurosaki is crying, miyamura's going to rip every copy of that damned paper into pieces and feed every little scrap to fire-chan. ]
Hey, no. [ he's never been rejected before either. even when yamada rejected him multiple times when he was charmed, he still brushed it off like nothing because it wasn't real. but kurosaki's feelings are real, and god damnit this is unfair. he doesn't know how to offer comfort for something he's never had to deal with. he doesn't know how to be gentle. and who the hell wants to be comforted by the person who rejected them in the first place?
he doesn't have the words for this, so he can only try. if not with words, then with other methods. like touching. he can do that.
he gets off the bed and kneels in front of kurosaki. not the best angle, but he's tall enough. at least this close he can grab kurosaki's hands and pull it away from his hoodie, his grip firm - determined. a slight tilt of his head has him peering up into the other boy's face, his own expression grim and a little exasperated. ]
I'm not done. This doesn't have to be it.