Tadashi doesn’t think himself particularly observant; surely, if he can notice the peculiar glint in Yachi’s warm brown eyes, anybody can; which then begs the question, how long has she been in there without anyone noticing? “Did I need - oh, no, I was just coming back for my jacket, I left it behind…” Words hurry needlessly in his mouth, start their usual stumble; he cuts them short in his throat before he can make an embarrassment of himself. For a moment, Tadashi hesitates - other people’s distress is always so much more overwhelming than his own.
Finally he shakes himself out of his frozen stupor, hastily opens his backpack and pulls a small pack of tissues, before he hands it to Yachi; concern engraved in the near hazel colour of his eyes. “Are you… are you okay?” He dares ask, worry overriding any concern he might have had f overstepping his boundaries. Yachi-san is as prompt to panicking as she is to optimism, that he knows; something, this feels slightly different. Maybe because it is the first time he sees traces of real tears down her cheeks. “Did something happen, Yachi-san?”
she blows her nose unceremoniously, giving a soft hiccup into the cotton of her handkerchief. she’s always been prone to tears, in the way she is prone to anxiety, but to be seen crying; by a member of the team she is supposed to support, no less ... !
❛ ah - i’m okay ! ❜ hitoka waves a hand in front of her dismissively, forcing a bright smile to her face. her heart is pounding in her chest, the hand that clutches her now soiled handkerchief is trembling, and she thinks she can feel another hiccough coming on. she doesn’t like to be a burden, doesn’t like to make people feel responsible for her emotions. ❛ it’s, uh ... hayfever ! ❜
that’s believable ... right ?