[He says it thickly, some of the tension releasing from his body. He fucked up, but at least he hadn't fucked up in such a way that innocents got hurt. He won't be so lucky next time, he knows, and swallows thickly.
Toshinori's hand feels good surrounding his. He feels a bit guilty for accepting the comfort, but he knows pushing it away in some fit of self-flagellation won't help. Training, improving, getting better . . . that's how he'll make up for this.
He tips his hand up, threading their fingers together, and takes stock of how he feels.
. . . fairly miserable is the conclusion. His body hurts, one massive burn that hurts each time he moves. Even breathing hurts; the rise and fall of his chest is quiet agony.
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[He says it thickly, some of the tension releasing from his body. He fucked up, but at least he hadn't fucked up in such a way that innocents got hurt. He won't be so lucky next time, he knows, and swallows thickly.
Toshinori's hand feels good surrounding his. He feels a bit guilty for accepting the comfort, but he knows pushing it away in some fit of self-flagellation won't help. Training, improving, getting better . . . that's how he'll make up for this.
He tips his hand up, threading their fingers together, and takes stock of how he feels.
. . . fairly miserable is the conclusion. His body hurts, one massive burn that hurts each time he moves. Even breathing hurts; the rise and fall of his chest is quiet agony.
A stray thought crosses his mind, and he frowns.]
What day is it?