It spills out. Maybe Bokuto wants to watch him, and that's fine. Tsukki keeps his eyes fixed on the moon. Letting the words go on without him. About Akiteru, Karasuno, Yamaguchi. The whole humiliating mess spilling into the chilly air.
"...It hurt. I know you're an only child, I don't know if I can explain it - but - I worshiped Akiteru. Especially after our dad left. And he lied. For years. About a stupid game. And I was a stupid kid who believed everything."
Tsukki's fingers curl up. There's heat prickling behind his eyes and he blinks furiously. Refusing to cry about this.
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Date: 2017-09-23 07:52 pm (UTC)"...It hurt. I know you're an only child, I don't know if I can explain it - but - I worshiped Akiteru. Especially after our dad left. And he lied. For years. About a stupid game. And I was a stupid kid who believed everything."
Tsukki's fingers curl up. There's heat prickling behind his eyes and he blinks furiously. Refusing to cry about this.
"So I decided not to care."