Like, Fuuta knows he isn't soft or anything. Getting all mushy about emotions is some weak, girly shit, and this isn't even his problem in the first place. Whatever problems Esikko has with friendships, or unrequited crushes, or jealousy are his, and Fuuta knows that he's under no obligation to help untangle all that. (Not to mention, he doesn't want to think about how ridiculous it is that anyone's jealous of him. It's not supposed to be like that, not in any sort of meaningful way. His stomach hurts a little if he dwells on it for too long.) But even so, hearing the way Esikko's voice trembles, and he struggles through each sentence ... ugh.
Esikko is only answered with silence for a long moment. Then there's the sound of a heavy exhale. ]
Yeah, I can show you the arcade. Teach you how to play the games that'll get you the most tokens for prizes, or whatever.
[ Another pause, this one shorter. But Fuuta starts speaking, catches himself, corrects, then tries again, his voice an awkward mumble. ]
... but you know you don't need to, like, try to get along with me or anything, right. [ This feels ridiculous to say. And also a little cruel. Is it cruel? He doesn't even know any more. Fuuta makes an uncomfortable noise before forcing himself to continue, lest Esikko get the wrong idea. ] I mean -- it's not like I've been in your position before, but I know it sucks, having a crush go bad. Needing to see the winner be all ... happy, and shit. So if you wanted me to, like, avoid you ... I can. And you can do whatever, with Dabi, to make yourself feel better. If you want. Since it might be easier on you.
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Like, Fuuta knows he isn't soft or anything. Getting all mushy about emotions is some weak, girly shit, and this isn't even his problem in the first place. Whatever problems Esikko has with friendships, or unrequited crushes, or jealousy are his, and Fuuta knows that he's under no obligation to help untangle all that. (Not to mention, he doesn't want to think about how ridiculous it is that anyone's jealous of him. It's not supposed to be like that, not in any sort of meaningful way. His stomach hurts a little if he dwells on it for too long.) But even so, hearing the way Esikko's voice trembles, and he struggles through each sentence ... ugh.
Esikko is only answered with silence for a long moment. Then there's the sound of a heavy exhale. ]
Yeah, I can show you the arcade. Teach you how to play the games that'll get you the most tokens for prizes, or whatever.
[ Another pause, this one shorter. But Fuuta starts speaking, catches himself, corrects, then tries again, his voice an awkward mumble. ]
... but you know you don't need to, like, try to get along with me or anything, right. [ This feels ridiculous to say. And also a little cruel. Is it cruel? He doesn't even know any more. Fuuta makes an uncomfortable noise before forcing himself to continue, lest Esikko get the wrong idea. ] I mean -- it's not like I've been in your position before, but I know it sucks, having a crush go bad. Needing to see the winner be all ... happy, and shit. So if you wanted me to, like, avoid you ... I can. And you can do whatever, with Dabi, to make yourself feel better. If you want. Since it might be easier on you.