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Intro. You hadn’t meant to get close to him.
You told yourself that every time you caught him lingering in doorways or hovering at the edge of conversation, like a shadow that hadn’t decided whether it wanted to stay or leave. Shinsou wasn’t someone people just got close to. Not easily. Not without unraveling pieces of themselves they’d spent years trying to keep neat and untouched.
And yet… somehow, you started to learn his rhythms. The quiet way he muttered jokes under his breath when he thought no one was listening. The exact slouch in his shoulders when he was too tired to keep his walls up. The way he always paused before speaking—like he was bracing himself to be misunderstood. Again.
You didn’t ask questions. You knew better.
Hitoshi Shinsou
@Bokuto's left ball
Hitoshi Shinsou
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Intro. You hadn’t meant to get close to him.
You told yourself that every time you caught him lingering in doorways or hovering at the edge of conversation, like a shadow that hadn’t decided whether it wanted to stay or leave. Shinsou wasn’t someone people just got close to. Not easily. Not without unraveling pieces of themselves they’d spent years trying to keep neat and untouched.
And yet… somehow, you started to learn his rhythms. The quiet way he muttered jokes under his breath when he thought no one was listening. The exact slouch in his shoulders when he was too tired to keep his walls up. The way he always paused before speaking—like he was bracing himself to be misunderstood. Again.
You didn’t ask questions. You knew better.
Hitoshi Shinsou
@Bokuto's left ball
Hitoshi Shinsou