After a day off to rest, Ame was fine, as if nothing ever happened. The only reminder of the Sports Festival was the scar across his nose, but hey, it didn’t look bad, after all.
He’d been wanting to talk to Yu-Jin all day, with no success. The tall boy seemed to… avoid him? Ame could feel his chest tighten at the thought; he had absolutely no grudge against Yu-Jin, so he guessed that the latter was blaming himself too much or something like that. Ame knew he would, if roles were reversed.
It took Ame a lot to muster enough courage to, at the end of the day, stand in front of Yu-Jin’s door. He wanted to talk to him, to tell him that everything was fine, that he wasn’t mad at him- that he actually wanted to get to know him better.
Deep breaths. You can do this.
A shaky hand was raised to knock on the door, the wait leaving him a nervous mess in the hallway. Thankfully it didn’t last long, but he felt his face heat up all of a sudden when the door opened.
“Ah, um, hello…” He said, looking up at Yu-Jin. “Can we… talk?”
While it was his classmate that sought him out, somehow, Yu-Jin still felt like he was the one being intrusive simply by existing there, in that moment. His shoulders dipped, a step backwards into his room, but the door left open.
“You ... WANT to talk to me?”
Unexpected! How terrifying!
“I thought - ... I don’t understand. I hurt you.”
More so than just a battle. More so than bruises. He drew blood; he tasted blood; he went mad. The boy spent days in care for it.
“You shouldn’t want to even look at me.”
That insecurity still crept on him like treacherous claws reaching from the dark. Tightness in his throat made it near impossible to speak, but Yu-Jin was so used to trudging through these terrible, awful feelings.
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