He is leaning on his shoulder. Yandere-kun’s tempted to pull a face, forcing himself to stay neutral, but- one second they were talking and the next, Miro-kun was pressing his cheek into the starched fabric of his uniform.
What is this?! he thinks to himself. Of all of the crazy things-
“Sorry,” he hears mumbled to him. He stops. Miro-kun seems … exhausted, now that he looks. Not that there’s a particular attachment to the notice - it was simply an observation, that was all - but he did seem quite tired. He wonders how he didn’t see sooner, the pallor of his face and the rings deeply settled beneath his eyes, but … the upperclassman seemed totally spent.
“M’ … brother got sick, real badly. And my sister panicked and hurt herself before I could do anything. Never got any sleep. Parents were gone all night too,” Miro-kun sighs, and seems to - yes, he is absolutely curling closer against his body. “It’s hard,” he mutters. “I’m trying so damn hard to keep all of us together, but it feels like I’m alone. Even with Senpai and Satoshi, I just …” his fingers find the folds of his uniform and curl in. “Can we just … stay like this?” he asks, quietly, as if he’s ready to sleep. “D'mean to bother you, but you’re … warm. And I need this.”
Need. How peculiar; after all of that showing off, all of his seeming confidence, he really was … soft. Yandere-kun doesn’t have a better word for it than that; he seemed to soften at all edges and corners like this. He’d had no idea that he’d been under such stress at home (again, an observation), and considering his poor posture, the way his eyes fluttered close and how desperate he seemed to be for any sort of contact …
Attachment, he thinks. It’s followed by I could kill him now and save myself the trouble, but he can’t help but feel like it’d be a waste. Miro-kun had agreed to stay away from Senpai, and he wasn’t a threat; Yandere-kun could see that now. But at the same time, there’s … something about seeing him like this, so open and so … relaxed that gets to him. It’s strange, that he can’t think of this as weakness, when with everybody else he’d never waste the chance, but …
He sighs. The two of them will surely be late to class, and they’re so easy to see, out here in the courtyard. And Miro-kun was a fool, leaving himself like this, but … Yandere-kun sighs.
He doesn’t grab for a weapon, and he doesn’t think of anything cruel.
He just wraps an arm around Miro-kun’s shoulder, and rests his cheek on his head with resignation and a little bit of … submission.
(The actual picture is so baaaaaaaaaaaaad but I tried so hard for all of you. ;-; The story continues?)——
this is so fucking cute what the fuvkgignakjsksjs i would literally pay you to write me and miro kun HGNNG