[If things were happening too quickly for Rin, for Haru, then things were certainly happening too fast for Sosuke, and yet everything seemed to be happening in slow motion - the last few milliseconds of a race.
One that he'd lost, apparently, over a stupid game, and there's little else he can to but stand and press himself into the far wall of the closet to give them space, or something, because he really did not want to be there right at that moment.
At least Haru didn't seem to be reciprocating all that much, if at all. That had to be some consolation, had to count for something, right? So there isn't much else to do but grit his teeth and shove his hands in his pockets and wait it out, looking off into the dark corner of the closet instead of directly at them, because that way he can at least say it isn't outright jealousy he's feeling.
(Because why would he ever be jealous of Haru. Really. Don't be stupid.)]
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One that he'd lost, apparently, over a stupid game, and there's little else he can to but stand and press himself into the far wall of the closet to give them space, or something, because he really did not want to be there right at that moment.
At least Haru didn't seem to be reciprocating all that much, if at all. That had to be some consolation, had to count for something, right? So there isn't much else to do but grit his teeth and shove his hands in his pockets and wait it out, looking off into the dark corner of the closet instead of directly at them, because that way he can at least say it isn't outright jealousy he's feeling.
(Because why would he ever be jealous of Haru. Really. Don't be stupid.)]