You’re a swimming homo, kiddo; you communicate with your eyes.

In Koujaku’s case, he needs a little crash course about talking to a kid that’s…well. A tad more delicate than the usual crop of toughs swarming the streets of Midorijima like so many fucking ants.

“I’m beginning to think that normal’s not gonna come easy around here, kid.” Case in point: the hippo. And Aoba had given it to him. He’s not sure if he’s got the guy’s blessing or his fucking curse at this rate, but dammit he has to make sure that Pochi survives long enough to find out, first.

But he soon looks away with a sigh of his own. It has been a Day.

“Sorry.” For that outburst. “I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure we all get home soon.”

It’s a tall order, but when he’s sort of made up his mind to do just that for Aoba, he can manage it for anybody.