[ Kuroko stares blankly up at Otonashi, clutching onto the jacket, and finally notices how tired he is. He feels a pang of guilt— should he have called him when he looks this exhausted? ]
Yuzuru-san, you can't stay here— not if the flowers are still—
[ He glances at Akashi, the way his movements are unnatural and maybe, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late whispers in his head and he hates that's the logical conclusion, refuses to accept it. Kuroko reaches up, pulling at Otonashi's sleeve, giving him a pleading look, despite his glassy eyes. He doesn't want to lose someone else. ]
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Yuzuru-san, you can't stay here— not if the flowers are still—
[ He glances at Akashi, the way his movements are unnatural and maybe, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late whispers in his head and he hates that's the logical conclusion, refuses to accept it. Kuroko reaches up, pulling at Otonashi's sleeve, giving him a pleading look, despite his glassy eyes. He doesn't want to lose someone else. ]