i promise, i'm trying.

one.

yamaguchi pov.

we sit on my room floor as i watch you play your game. i don't understand how someone can sit and play one game for hours, but i enjoy watching you play.

i enjoy you. your company, your words, everything. you're perfect.

my mother is away on another trip, so of course that means you're over at my place. i look forward to moments like these, where she's gone and it's just us doing whatever. it's special to me. my mother. she's never really been pleasant to be around. it's not that i don't love her, i do, it's just the feeling isn't mutual and i don't know what i'm doing wrong..

i begin to slip.

loud, raspy whispers flood my ears and intrusive thoughts begin to cram their way inside head. it's like she knew i was thinking poorly of her. she's scolding me all the way from wherever she wandered off to this time for her "work". she knows. it's too loud. i can't breathe.

but i don't want to bother you. you hate it when i bother you when you're playing your game. i can't ask for help. anyone else can deal with it on their own, tadashi. stop being such a crybaby.

i can't.