( for as excitable and silly that yuuji is, he watches. he's always watched whenever fushiguro casted his gaze away. whenever his hands were shoved in the safety of his pockets. whenever he tried to end a conversation and move things along. whenever his fingers were laced together. the slight frown between his brows. the narrowing eyes. uncertainty. irritation. worry. even if yuuji mostly has his eyes on the pamphlet, he can't help but spare a few looks at the other. what fushiguro doesn't vocalise out loud, is vocalised through his movements. )
'Me too'?
( it backfires, slightly. if fushiguro's intention was to give yuuji a peace of mind, it's giving him the exact opposite, as he's assuming that there's someone else in a similar state as he is. it has yet to dawn on him that there would be people from 'other places' here, with varying backgrounds and situations.
yuuji leans forward, not quite understanding the look of relief in fushiguro's face. )
You mean... someone else here has a Curse in them, too? Is Kugisaki here? Gojou-sensei? Anyone we know?
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'Me too'?
( it backfires, slightly. if fushiguro's intention was to give yuuji a peace of mind, it's giving him the exact opposite, as he's assuming that there's someone else in a similar state as he is. it has yet to dawn on him that there would be people from 'other places' here, with varying backgrounds and situations.
yuuji leans forward, not quite understanding the look of relief in fushiguro's face. )
You mean... someone else here has a Curse in them, too? Is Kugisaki here? Gojou-sensei? Anyone we know?