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Tears rolled down Ouma’s cheeks, each bead of salty water being wiped away by gloved thumbs. Sweet nothings echoed through his ears, Iidabashi’s words trying to calm him down from the state he was in; sorrowful with tear-stained cheeks.
His eyes just kept flowing with tears, incoherent words and hiccups eliciting from him. It was as if Ouma had been bottling everything up until now, as he’s never cried this much before, and hasn’t cried at all from what Iidabashi has seen.
He’d never cry in front of him up until now.
At least he had an outlet of comfort.