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He thought he could get through the day, he really did. It wasn’t like he had complete control over everything yet, but he thought that he could get through the day. It was the same thing over and over, the yelling, screaming, shouting, he really should’ve been able to get through it. Yet here he is, in a dark corner with his hands covering his ears out of instinct. It doesn’t do anything and it makes him burn with anger. He doesn’t want to keep weighing down Sakamoto in his missions; but here he is, doing just that.
He doesn’t even know why the guy insisted that he come with him anyways, it’s not like he’s any good. Sakamoto watched him accidentally shoot (and kill) his own father. Why would anyone take in someone like that?
“Shin, where are you?”
The only reason he’s able to pick it out from the cacophony of voices is because it’s the only one not screaming, and it’s the only one that he recognizes. Shin clutches the gun at his side, aiming it towards the ground. He hid halfway through the fight, he just couldn’t keep up with it all.
He doesn’t answer Sakamoto, instead staying even quieter. With all the added voices outside and inside and everywhere it’s painful to even think of speaking. It’s kinda pathetic– no, it’s really pathetic. He needs to get over this, he does, but he can’t. Instead part of him wishes he was in Asakura’s lab, and the other part wishes that everyone would just disappear for a few seconds–
“Found you,”
Shin looks up to see Sakamoto staring down at him, seemingly confused by Shin’s hand over his ear. Shin glowers at him, gritting his teeth and trying not to tell him to fuck off because that probably wouldn’t be the best decision.
“What are you doing here?”
Hiding away from everyone, what does it look like? Half of his face is pressed into a wall to muffle the noise and the other hand on his ear is also doing that. What is wrong with this guy… not that he can talk. “Nothing, is everyone dead?” he asks.
“Can you hear them?”
He wishes Sakamoto would say something to him for once. Don’t use your mind just speak to him cause he can’t do this shit right now. It’s so much different than having the words injected into your mind. Also he can’t tell anything, he’s pretty sure he can hear a dog or two outside right now, along with a baby and a few teenagers and– wow they have a vivid imagination… ugh.
When he looks back at Sakamoto to meet his eyes he feels a pang push through his brain causing him to wince.
“Can’t,” is the only word Shin gets out.
“Is your esp acting weird?” Sakamoto asks after a few beats. Shin breathes a slight sigh of relief hearing Sakamoto talk, it doesn’t help too much but it helps the overstimulation of having probably around over 50 thoughts jammed into his cranium.
“A little, but I’m fine,”
“Are you sure?”
No, but can’t this guy just drop it? What the hell. Shin glares faintly at him and peels himself off of the wall, immediately stumbling into Sakamoto. Sakamoto catches him and frowns at his clear disorientation.
“I’m fine,” Shin repeats, he knows he probably looks pathetic as hell right now but it’s not like he can really say anything else right now. He doesn’t bother glaring at Sakamoto this time, only staring at the ground and praying that he could be at the apartment right now and in his bed.
“You’re dizzy,” Sakamoto replies. “Your esp?”
“Yeah,” Shin admits, it’s not like he can hide it too well. He’s still leaning against Sakamoto, with the only thing keeping him from (probably) faceplanting being Sakamoto who seems to be considering his options currently.
“Okay, I understand,” Sakamoto drops his hand to hold onto Shin’s and begins walking, leading him. “Hold my hand, then you won’t get lost,” Sakamoto explains.
“I’m not a kid!” Shin snaps, he is 15 thank you very much, that’s practically an adult… if you round… or something, he hates math.
“You’re dizzy and disoriented, and I doubt you’d let me carry you back, so this is the next best thing,” Sakamoto doesn’t stop and Shin follows him despite the world spinning in front of his very eyes.
“But–”
“Don’t argue,” Sakamoto mutters, Shin groans in annoyance as he follows Sakamoto down the street. Thankfully neither of them have a lot of blood on them, and Shin had the sanity to at least hide the gun in his hand before anyone could see and cause a fuss about it.
This is embarrassing to say the least, his mind is fuzzy and jagged and he kinda just wants to throw his head on a bundle of spikes, that sounds like more fun than this at least. Sakamoto tightens his grip on Shin’s hand a little, pulling him forward. Was he slipping? Oh, he should probably fix that… yeah, fix that. Keeping up with someone whose legs are twice as long as his isn’t fun, but he deals with it anyways.
Thankfully they reach the apartment soon enough. Then Sakamoto leads Shin to his room, takes his gun, and then walks out. For a second he thought that Sakamoto was going to leave him for the rest of the day, it made sense, it wasn’t like he was gonna be of much help now. He curls up on his bed and shuts his eyes. He hates the migraines that come with his powers.
Sakamoto opens the door slowly. “Shin, I made you… food,”
Shin cracks open an eye to see Sakamoto holding a bowl of chicken soup and Shin tries not to frown at the very noticeable letters in it. What is he? Four? Before he can make a stupid remark a pang of hunger wakes him up a little more, maybe he should rethink that statement about him being four.
He sits up a little and takes the bowl. “Thank you,” he mumbles.
“So he can say thank you,” Sakamoto muses in his head. Shin sputters a little thinking of a comeback but then shuts his mouth, it’s whatever. He has soup now. That means he’s winning or something, right?
“Whatever,” Shin mutters, shoving a spoonful in his mouth, it tastes great, honestly now that he thinks about it he’s never had this before.
“Rest up, let me know how you feel tomorrow, alright?” Sakamoto replies. Shin nods slowly watching as Sakamoto walks out of his room.
He finishes the rest of the soup and lays down on his bed, letting darkness take him.