[Shuichi doesn't even wince at Ouma's nonsensical suggestions. It's feeling like a trend now, and he's heard it enough to know it's bullshit. Whether it's meant to freak him out or whether Ouma just thinks saying it at all is funny, that's harder to judge. Either way, he doesn't react, simply brushing off the vague threats and focusing in on the latter part.]]
Okay.
[Blindly agreeing to any of Ouma's shenanigans feels a little foolish. But he doesn't think Ouma would do anything to really hurt him, probably, and it helps assuage his guilt, so that's a problem for future Shuichi.
But forgiveness is only part of what he wanted here, and with that out of the way he leans in a little, eyebrows knitting together with concern.]
...Are you sure you're alright? Did anyone help you patch up that cut before the trial?
[His eyes flick up to Ouma's forehead, but he can't tell where any bandages might be beneath the mess of bangs hanging in Ouma's face, let alone where the injury itself was.]
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Okay.
[Blindly agreeing to any of Ouma's shenanigans feels a little foolish. But he doesn't think Ouma would do anything to really hurt him, probably, and it helps assuage his guilt, so that's a problem for future Shuichi.
But forgiveness is only part of what he wanted here, and with that out of the way he leans in a little, eyebrows knitting together with concern.]
...Are you sure you're alright? Did anyone help you patch up that cut before the trial?
[His eyes flick up to Ouma's forehead, but he can't tell where any bandages might be beneath the mess of bangs hanging in Ouma's face, let alone where the injury itself was.]