Toya POV
Wait . . . what the fuck . . .
Akito . . . . he's been dealing with this since he was . . . . thirteen?
He was thirteen.
I . . . .
I didn't know.
. . . . How could I not know?
I thought . . . I thought it was a more recent than this.
How could I not know?
How did he manage to hide it for so long?
How did I not notice? Why didn't I notice? I should have been there for him . . . Why did he hide it from me? Did Ena know? How could Ena not know? Why didn't she tell anyone? How many times was he hurt because I failed to notice anything? All of this is partially my fault. If only I had . . . . That . . . . that . . . one time when we were fourteen . . . . he came to practice bleeding . . . . and said he fell off his skateboard . . .
How is he so good at lying? . . . And he had a turtleneck phase in the middle of summer I always thought was kinda out of character for him. Did he use that to cover up injuries? What else am I missing? How many times did I fail to-
A hand gently grips my wrist on the table. Akito leans closer to my face. "Hey. Look at me." I stare at our hands.
"Look at me, Toya." He waits until I turn to face him. "I'm okay now. It's okay."
He reaches forward and wipes a tear off my face that I didn't even know was there with his thumb.
Officer Bartleby felt like a third wheel. "That will be all. You two are dismissed. Have a good afternoon." he says, trying to sound professional but feeling uncomfortable inside.
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toya has a mental breakdown
mannn it's 1:03 am and i'm so ****ing tired ☠️ 😞
I have actually been writing for a literal five hours straight
hallppp 🙈
