[It's a surprise, when there's no subtle (or less than subtle) snark about how boring someone seeking out something they're not going to find. That he's not his Hajime.
But instead there's that hand at his head. His eyes widen for a moment before falling shut tightly. Because they're tearing up, and he does't want to be a weak person like this. But it's so strange how he feels like Hinata and not like Hinata.
It's close enough though, and his hands lift to curl into the front of the other's shirt. Hajime...] He will. [He has to.]
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But instead there's that hand at his head. His eyes widen for a moment before falling shut tightly. Because they're tearing up, and he does't want to be a weak person like this. But it's so strange how he feels like Hinata and not like Hinata.
It's close enough though, and his hands lift to curl into the front of the other's shirt. Hajime...] He will. [He has to.]