[He's not expecting the aggression; it's enough to tug his gaze away from dramatically staring at the stars, wishing he were someone who mattered, to meet Ryuji's eyes instead.
Unlike Ryuji, he can prop his head up on his hand without trouble, so he does, his frown lost somewhere in his genuine confusion about why Ryuji is so insistent on this. But also... he doesn't want to question it. He really, really doesn't want to have to be the one to explain it.]
...I'll try. Sorry.
[He rolls back over, unable to keep meeting Ryuji's eyes. Something aches, right in the middle of his chest, an emotion he can't really place, but reminds him of the times Chiaki dragged him to the local arcade. A feeling of being wanted for who he is, not what he doesn't have.]
So what do people usually do at sleepovers, anyway? I can't remember if I ever went to any as a kid.
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[He's not expecting the aggression; it's enough to tug his gaze away from dramatically staring at the stars, wishing he were someone who mattered, to meet Ryuji's eyes instead.
Unlike Ryuji, he can prop his head up on his hand without trouble, so he does, his frown lost somewhere in his genuine confusion about why Ryuji is so insistent on this. But also... he doesn't want to question it. He really, really doesn't want to have to be the one to explain it.]
...I'll try. Sorry.
[He rolls back over, unable to keep meeting Ryuji's eyes. Something aches, right in the middle of his chest, an emotion he can't really place, but reminds him of the times Chiaki dragged him to the local arcade. A feeling of being wanted for who he is, not what he doesn't have.]
So what do people usually do at sleepovers, anyway? I can't remember if I ever went to any as a kid.