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HI THERE, TURN I AM TAKING O/ IDEK what I'm writing anymore...???

Yamamoto made it back to him - but barely just.

When the younger man stumbles into their hideout, the hour now closer to day than night, there is an expression of sheer exhaustion beyond physical tiredness that haunts his eyes. His shoulders are hunched and his spine curved, curling into himself as though he were desperately trying to hide something.

Yara saw none of this at first, instantly leaping up from the wooden crate he had perched himself on in anxious anticipation when the nondescript door squeaked open. Without much thought, he had wrapped Ryota up in a tight hug, breathing out a heavy sigh of relief he hadn't known he had been holding in when the familiar weight of the younger man settled in his arms.

But then Ryota is shivering - at first a gentle ripple which grew more and more intense until his entire being his shaking - and he is heaving in such deep gasps of air that Yara isn't sure what to do other than pull away to stare in wonder and confusion.

And that's when he sees it: the self-protective posture, the haunted eyes, everything. It makes Ryota, who was already small in stature, look tiny.

I choose you,

kimidori_san!