( a part of him thinks that his world is small--maybe too small, too focused, maybe that had been the problem to begin with. living or dying by the whims of his family, or rather, the whims of what might be done to his family; he had been good to them, or tried to be, and had ended up messing all that up, too. it feels like repentance that he'll never be able to successfully complete; it feels like he has to constantly prove himself worthy of being in this world, now, of being treated like a human.
even if he still isn't regarded like that, especially by gojou satoru.
there's a faint shake of his head, as though to absolve oushi of any burden--or embarrassment--he might feel, saying that; it feels good, but only because he's grateful that oushi feels protected enough, or looked after enough, to recognize and appreciate it, even just a little. )
...You say that, as though other people wouldn't be good to you.
( it's just a gentle observation, rooted in his gaze down at his hands. )
You deserve to be looked after and taken care of. There's nothing wrong with you. You make me want to be good, so you'll think I'm good. That...
Mmm. ( there's a bashful breath, through his nose, and one of his hands lifts, rubbing idly at the bridge of it, like he might turn a little pink otherwise. ) I enjoy having the privilege to look after you, a little.
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even if he still isn't regarded like that, especially by gojou satoru.
there's a faint shake of his head, as though to absolve oushi of any burden--or embarrassment--he might feel, saying that; it feels good, but only because he's grateful that oushi feels protected enough, or looked after enough, to recognize and appreciate it, even just a little. )
...You say that, as though other people wouldn't be good to you.
( it's just a gentle observation, rooted in his gaze down at his hands. )
You deserve to be looked after and taken care of. There's nothing wrong with you. You make me want to be good, so you'll think I'm good. That...
Mmm. ( there's a bashful breath, through his nose, and one of his hands lifts, rubbing idly at the bridge of it, like he might turn a little pink otherwise. ) I enjoy having the privilege to look after you, a little.