[oh my god. it’s NOT great. it’s something, but not great. Midousuji’s brain stills in an overwhelmed freeze, his irises warping in different directions momentarily as he clenches his jaw so hard it causes the cords of his neck to protrude, exhaling heavily through his nostrils.
recently, Midousuji suddenly “remembered” everything about relying on other people—its strength merits—and he’s been trying to parse it against his tenuously gauged natural interactions with connection, outside of the utilitarian sense of “bonding.”
he feels he should just not respond, just pretend he never saw this, but similar as with some of his other connections, Midousuji feels he can’t stop himself. it’s all because he doesn’t have his sport to distract him! too much energy to waste on nonsense. disgusting. what in the world is this place transforming him into?]
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recently, Midousuji suddenly “remembered” everything about relying on other people—its strength merits—and he’s been trying to parse it against his tenuously gauged natural interactions with connection, outside of the utilitarian sense of “bonding.”
he feels he should just not respond, just pretend he never saw this, but similar as with some of his other connections, Midousuji feels he can’t stop himself. it’s all because he doesn’t have his sport to distract him! too much energy to waste on nonsense. disgusting. what in the world is this place transforming him into?]
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