[Shinjiro barely hears any of that, frankly. The tone and expression say it for him and his mind goes blank, heart thundering in his ears. No, this isn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to tell him to fuck off, about how he's gotten past the mess Shinjiro made of his life and he better not come around to muck it all up again. He's not supposed to do this.
Amada might catch the way Shinjiro's breathing changes, suddenly grows harsher, more measured, like he's seconds from losing his grip on something. He can't be here, actually. He needs to go. He can't --]
...Stupid.
[It's muttered, almost croaked out, teeth grit.]
Don't tell me a couple bullets made you forget the mess I made outta your life.
oh boy here we GO cw panic attacks/ptsd etc from here on
Amada might catch the way Shinjiro's breathing changes, suddenly grows harsher, more measured, like he's seconds from losing his grip on something. He can't be here, actually. He needs to go. He can't --]
...Stupid.
[It's muttered, almost croaked out, teeth grit.]
Don't tell me a couple bullets made you forget the mess I made outta your life.