[ it hurts ichiro to see his face like that - stirs up a maelstrom of emotions. worry and concern for hope, who is just a kid, angry that they've been trapped in whatever the hell this situation is, angry for the lack of answers. it's the kind of anger that sits in your chest and gnaws at your ribcage, the kind that sinks into your bones desperate for an outlet, the kind ichiro's known since he was a kid himself. it flickers across his stop and go eyes as hope looks up at him, but he pulls it back.
he can't put that on hope. ichiro's expression is grim, brows furrowed, mouth pulled into a line, and he looks away from him for a long moment, back at the school itself. ]
... Made a choice. [ his voice is low and gravelly with it, as he shoves his hands in his pockets. ] A shitty one. [ not as shitty as whatever kaoruko did. she seemed like a sweet girl - ichiro's dormmate, even. ]
Not like that bear gave us much choice for doing it. [ both that they had to vote, and that someone would be picked at random if they didn't. the way the stupid fucking principal kept saying - we weren't ready for this, this doesn't happen? felt like bullshit. ichiro feels it in his bones, a deep seated mistrust; he's got a thousand questions of his own, and not a single one of them was answered. ]
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he can't put that on hope. ichiro's expression is grim, brows furrowed, mouth pulled into a line, and he looks away from him for a long moment, back at the school itself. ]
... Made a choice. [ his voice is low and gravelly with it, as he shoves his hands in his pockets. ] A shitty one. [ not as shitty as whatever kaoruko did. she seemed like a sweet girl - ichiro's dormmate, even. ]
Not like that bear gave us much choice for doing it. [ both that they had to vote, and that someone would be picked at random if they didn't. the way the stupid fucking principal kept saying - we weren't ready for this, this doesn't happen? felt like bullshit. ichiro feels it in his bones, a deep seated mistrust; he's got a thousand questions of his own, and not a single one of them was answered. ]