TenSemi with Broken Glass (whatever number that is lol)
it did it,,, i wrote angst,,, oh my god and its with my one poor baby,,, merry D:
I - broken glass
you can read it on AO3 !!
It’s become increasingly apparent to Satori than Eita was not fine.
He was naturally observant and aware of his surroundings more so than others, he had filed away the nervous habits, ticks and tricks of his team mates and rivals, ready to use it against them whenever it best fits him or use it for their benefit instead.
Eita’s nerves always start with their hands and end with their hair.
First the perfectly trimmed nails of their hands would become choppy and bitten and chewed on, unless Eita kept himself busy enough that they wouldn’t feel the need to bite on their fingers. If it wasn’t for them, Satori wouldn’t have noticed he focused on hands a lot.
His own hands were a mixture of soft and rough callouses not nearly as tough as Wakatoshi or Kenjirou’s , bandaged for the appearance sometimes when it got too uncomfortable looking at the mess blisters and bruises on his fingers. His datemate’s hands were not the same; Eita took such care when it came to their hands that confused many of the third years when they started to wrap their fingers with white tape, the wraps a horrible reminder of the state they let their hands go to.
Satori knew that it would be pointless to comment and prod Eita about their hands, the way in which they were kept at was Eita’s business.
It gets worse after that.