#implied manipulation

Oct 12

Funny.

It’s a lot. I’ve ranted here from time to time, so you might know the spiel already.

you didnt block Sprite though. that was Achlys.

Achlys blocked Sprite, and then you were intimidated by him into not unblocking Sprite since you didn't want to deal with Achlys shitty attitude if you did.

She shouldn’t be sitting here like this! Shouldn’t be sat naked on his desk with legs spread wide and soaked pussy on full display for the older man.

She shouldn’t be so stupidly lovesick for Eijirou Kirishima.

Should know better than to trust a cheating man when he says he loves you enough to leave his wife, but then he smiles so warmly and it’s easy to forget that she’s not his one and only.

You remember becoming a hero, that you had saved the world from some threat. Monsters. You had saved the world from monsters. At least that’s what they told you. They had told you everything you knew. They said you were a hero but there was no pride or happiness in their voices, only anger and jealousy. Why hadn’t they been happy? They had told you to do it.

It was upsetting, so upsetting, in fact, that you decided to go somewhere you hadn’t been in years. The place where she died. The clearing in the forest hadn’t changed at all. It brought back memories you would rather forget but it was oddly calming. You thought you might stay here forever but that thought was cut off quickly when you were attacked. You didn’t know what was happening, only that you were attacked and that the attacker had magic. You wanted to fight but what little you could see was fading from view and you felt your limbs turn to stone. Suddenly there was the numbness.

You were about to recount the events that left you in this state once more when you spotted a light. There hadn’t been light before, only darkness. You began to hear voices, a strange chatter you could only partially understand. The light grew larger and larger as the chatter grew louder and louder.

And then you crashed to the ground, free.

You were still numb but in a more freeing sort of way. The chatter came back but you could only make out a few words like “Wonder” and “Okay?”. You looked up to see where the words were coming from, only to see many blurry shapes. It doesn’t bother you, you were used to the blurriness. Eventually you recognize one as a monster (although you can’t tell what type) and you hastily scramble to your feet.

She’d gotten the impression something was wrong with him based on his expression? Did he really look that upset? Not that she was wrong to think so, there was much about his life that was wrong. That was painful. That made him so uncomfortable. There was so much that hurt.

But he was just complaining. Everything that happened to him was his fault for being so weak, and it wasn’t anything that bad, either. 

Everything she said to him. Everything she did to him. It was his fault, right? That was why no one listened, right?

For a moment, Yusuke’s eyes watered as the various bruises on his arms hidden by his coat ached. He forced those forming tears away.

None of that mattered. He was here for art, and so was this lady. She didn’t need to hear his complaints. She didn’t need the inconveniences of a stranger, and Yusuke didn’t need to bother thinking on such trivial matters.