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now @matchamaxi has got me thinking about quiet bpd kojiro, constantly shoving his own emotions down until they swallow him whole — giving advice, cooking, taking care — and then being caught miserably unaware by a meltdown. maybe it’s even as small as a night that —
is too busy at the restaurant, a joke that usually would roll off his back but today stuck like tar to his mind and swallowed up anything else. and all of a sudden he is caught up in the storm — feeling worthless and unworthy of all of those around him. seeking solitude bc—
he knows no one would care about him and his petty problems. how angry he would get at himself — it’s not even a big deal, why is he sobbing and gasping for air in the dark of his living room. he wants to break everything around him, to pick up and leave his whole life behind—
to call kaoru, and admit how awful he feels. and ask for help, or at least comfort. he knows only hours before he had been FINE, joking around with his staff and charming his way through a busy night at the restaurant. but the darkness had hit like a tidal wave—
and now he’s here — alone, and that’s what he deserves, right?
but then there is the sound of his door unlocking. and only one other person has the keys to his apartment. he tries to pull himself together so kaoru won’t see how pitiful he is, but the tears are obvious —
but then there is the sound of his door unlocking. and only one other person has the keys to his apartment. he tries to pull himself together so kaoru won’t see how pitiful he is, but the tears are obvious —
and as he is panicking about how to explain, there are suddenly delicate hands on his arms, tugging him gently until he is tucked into kaoru’s side. and the pink-haired man’s hands are softly running through his hair, and the tears are back and loud and ugly but he feels —
comforted and safe like this. so he hides his face and indulges himself. let’s the tears fall as kaoru pets his hair, saying nothing but still comforting kojiro with only his presence.
anyways i need to stop or i’ll just go on forever in conclusion i love him your honor.
