[ Unfortunately or fortunately for Suguru, Satoru will speak first with a verbal assault. Did he want a moment to breathe and think? No. ]
What did I say about bottling stuff up?
[ Even though he can see the palpable tension blanketing Suguru's body, he kicks him twice under the table like it's a usual day for them. It is, it should be. Propping his elbow on the table, he rests his head on the palm of his hand, making quite a face. If Suguru is expecting shock, disappointment, or disapproval from him, then he won't find any shade of that despite the furrowed brow and deep frown.
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What did I say about bottling stuff up?
[ Even though he can see the palpable tension blanketing Suguru's body, he kicks him twice under the table like it's a usual day for them. It is, it should be. Propping his elbow on the table, he rests his head on the palm of his hand, making quite a face. If Suguru is expecting shock, disappointment, or disapproval from him, then he won't find any shade of that despite the furrowed brow and deep frown.
There's just complicated frustration. ]
... It's okay.