this porbably isn’t what you wanted, but it’s the only thing that came to mid soooo (ps i really like this au so there might be a part two anyway)
Ichigo - ‘What’s with this loser?’ is probably his first thought when he spots your lonely figure in the small movie theater.
You’re obviously the only one left in the red theater seats, and there’s half a tub of popcorn and at least three partially eaten candies around you. He has a broom and dustpan that he’s supposed to use to clean up any trash in the room, but he briefly considers using it on you instead.
“Oi!” He calls from his spot near the entrance, because really he just wants to go home and you’re at least part of the reason why he can’t. He hesitates at your startled look (but his heart definitely does not start to ache for you, no, siree), and feels his features soften with his voice. “What’s wrong?”
Ryuzo - He’s feeling very awkward, because there was no lesson about comforting crying people who stay behind a half an hour after the movie is over and really he can not for the life of him figure out what it is that is so sad about Shrek 3.
So he ambles nervously towards you, and flinches when you turned up to him with your dripping nose and puffy eyes. While he is initially uncomfortable, an image of his younger sister sobbing much like you are now flashes into his mind, and he feels a surge of brotherly care. An urge to comfort you.
“Hey!” He tries to smile good-naturedly as he approaches, but there’s still some hesitation in his movements because you are still a stranger, after all, and he is sure that you flinching at his admittedly loud call was not a good sign. So he lowers his voice and tries again. “There’s no need to cry.”
Rihito - It’s nearly the end of his shift, and the only thing keeping him from retiring for the day is the sobbing ‘kid’ in Theater 9 that his boss asked him to deal with.
He waltzes through the doorway with his hands in the pocket, and is ready to put on his most charming grin once he reaches the top of the ramp. When he peeks in on you, your eyes bloodshot and your sleeve stained with what he is sure is some disgusting combination of saltwater and snot, he stops because you look absolutely miserable and he doesn’t have much experience with these situations.
He bites back his discomfort - and his contempt for his boss - because he still needs to get paid, and heads on in.
“Hey,” he murmurs when he gets close enough for them to hear. He crouches down in front of them with the friendliest smile he can manage. “Are you alright?”
Haruki - When his boss mentions that there’s a crying patron left in one of the theaters, Haruki is the first to volunteer to talk to them. This is partially because he knows how upsetting that movie about dragons ends, and partially because he isn’t sure that the other boys could handle the situation very well.
The empathetic pang in his heart grows when he hurries into the showing room with a broom and pan in hand. You’re sitting alone in the very front row, way too close to the screen, the bucket of popcorn next you is turned over, and you have a hand over your mouth to stifle the sobs that will not stop coming.
He approaches you amicably, knowing he needs to get you out of the theater but also wanting to help you out as much as possible.
Takeshi - He understands the pain of watching a beloved character die. Really, he does. What he does not understand is adamantly clinging to your seat and demanding for the movie to change twenty minutes after the credits have rolled when a beloved character dies.
The moment Takeshi strolls into the theater (on his leisurely search for rare occurrences such as this one), your friend glances nervously between you and him, as though unsure of what they should do. Eventually they decide to run from the theater, throwing an apology over their shoulder as they abandon you and leave your care (or removal, really) to him.
Takeshi is admittedly disgruntled as he watches you openly sob over one of the characters (What was his name? Peter? Pieyro?), and he turns to fetch a co-worker more suited to this problem. Before he is able to turn around fully, you let out a
dramatic anguished cry, and he sighs to himself when he realizes it might be a little harder for him to walk out on you (even if you are a mess).
Johji - Though he isn’t going to admit it out loud - especially not you -, you are an absolute mess. Your hair is plastered to your tear-stained face, you’re trembling lips are smeared with what appears to be chocolate, and - is that snot you just wiped from your upper lip?
He grimaces for a moment, before he finds enough empathy within him to approach your sad figure.
You glance up at him with watery eyes, and he gives nothing less than his most reassuring smile.
“Hey,” He he tries gently. There’s hesitation before his next words because he isn’t sure how comfortable you might be sharing your feelings with him - a stranger. “Are you alright? Do you need to talk about it?”