[ She's caught completely off guard. Ryoko freezes up, eyes widened at his outburst, feeling like she's shrinking. She wants to move her face, wants to close her eyes but she feels like she has to meet his gaze. Those already dangerous eyes, and they're angry.
Has... she ever seen Yuuto angry before? Has anyone?
Even so, her breath gets caught in her throat. It was a reminder, she'd been the person to tell the other that it was okay to feel something. It was okay to cry, it was okay to be angry. At the same time, as always, she was the one who had to be reminded.
Take care of yourself right now, Ryoko Asakura. ]
Yuuto--
[ She's quivering, terrified. ]
Isn't... isn't it... wouldn't you get tired of worrying about me?
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Has... she ever seen Yuuto angry before? Has anyone?
Even so, her breath gets caught in her throat. It was a reminder, she'd been the person to tell the other that it was okay to feel something. It was okay to cry, it was okay to be angry. At the same time, as always, she was the one who had to be reminded.
Take care of yourself right now, Ryoko Asakura. ]
Yuuto--
[ She's quivering, terrified. ]
Isn't... isn't it... wouldn't you get tired of worrying about me?
[ Wouldn't you get sick of her? ]