[ If he could stop flooding Atsumu with his own feelings of isolation, the fear, the worries, the struggle of wishing to belong but never being allowed to, for so very long, he would. He honestly would but he doesn't know how to stem the tide and he is, as ever, a man who wears his heart on his sleeve. Only now it's amplified, though, to an intolerable degree. ]
W-would it be that bad to, though? [ He asks, voice barely above a hoarse whisper but serious nonetheless. His head drifts back down to rest on his knees, where he still has his legs drawn up and hugged against his chest. ] We could leave... this would stop... I want it to stop...
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W-would it be that bad to, though? [ He asks, voice barely above a hoarse whisper but serious nonetheless. His head drifts back down to rest on his knees, where he still has his legs drawn up and hugged against his chest. ] We could leave... this would stop... I want it to stop...