Worry about yourself. [Yukio says, but his voice is strained. His vision blurs even after he slides his glasses on and with a dull, exhausted resignation, he realizes he’s about to start crying. He rubs at his eyes, trying to stop the tears with a motion that’s basically just habit by now. He’s not some crybaby kid anymore. He isn’t going to cry right now.
His next exhalation turns into a bitter, strained laugh for a moment before he catches himself. What is he doing?
He can’t— he can’t do this anymore. He’s so tired. He ruins everything.]
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His next exhalation turns into a bitter, strained laugh for a moment before he catches himself. What is he doing?
He can’t— he can’t do this anymore. He’s so tired. He ruins everything.]
Just... just leave me alone.