[he lets kuroo kiss his fingers, and then tells him the story, in a quiet, but rather frustrated tone. about the time the war started, and when akiteru joined, and how he had been so fervently enthusiastic about helping, about serving for a good cause, because he wanted to protect them. he looked up to him and thought the world of him. no matter how hard the war was, he always came back -
until one day he'd found out just how difficult the toll was on him, and how his service was actually eating him alive. bad enough that he got taken off the front lines, and it was a while before he was even allowed to service again. all this time, he had lied to him about his work and how much in danger he really was and had kept the whole thing to himself until it was just too much, and he'd found him in his room a horrible mess. pathetic.
things have been strained between them ever since. akiteru's been doing a lot better after a round of therapy and medications and the like, but he and kei never talked the same way that he did. what he didn't tell kuroo was that he felt a bit guilty about it. like all of his admiration pushed him to do worse, or something.]
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Date: 2015-04-19 03:22 pm (UTC)until one day he'd found out just how difficult the toll was on him, and how his service was actually eating him alive. bad enough that he got taken off the front lines, and it was a while before he was even allowed to service again. all this time, he had lied to him about his work and how much in danger he really was and had kept the whole thing to himself until it was just too much, and he'd found him in his room a horrible mess. pathetic.
things have been strained between them ever since. akiteru's been doing a lot better after a round of therapy and medications and the like, but he and kei never talked the same way that he did. what he didn't tell kuroo was that he felt a bit guilty about it. like all of his admiration pushed him to do worse, or something.]