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A towel is placed over Tobio’s head as he hiccups a sob he attempted to keep in.
From the benches, Tooru can see the micro movements of his underclassman struggling to stay big. “He’s regressing, Iwa,” his voice held an undertone of concern.
The older boy stood with his arms crossed while staring down at Tobio, who threw a towel on his head so nobody could see him.
Iwaizumi grumbled, “We’re bad caregivers.”
Tooru squinted his eyes towards his boyfriend and spoke, “I don’t think Tobio would even think we’re his caregivers anymore.
The spikey hair’s eyes fell as his mouth dipped into a frown, kinda looking like a kicked puppy, “Yeah.”