compassion
Note: In some AU where Tsurugi's bro has his surgery fail and Tenma is there for some reason. :T
"Leave me alone," Tsurugi hisses, glaring at Tenma. He hastily wipes the tears off of his cheeks and balls his hand into a fist so hard his fingernails dig into his skin and makes him bleed.
Tenma frowns. "I just want to help," he says, "you'll feel better if you talk to someone."
"I don't need to talk to anyone, and I don't need your compassion," the purple haired boy replies, hissing once more. His glare gets more intense and Tenma can see the tension in his shoulder blades.
"You're making soccer cry," the brunet says softly, looking down at his feet. This is a situation he hasn't been in before, a problem that talking and training and practice can't fix. It makes him so frustratingly aggravated. Why did this happen? How did this happen? How come this happened?
"I don't give a shit about soccer 'crying'. Stop fucking saying that soccer's a living person with feelings!" Tsurugi yells and Tenma blinks in surprise.
"T-Tsurugi..."
As if the other had just realized who he was talking to, he looks down onto the ground and stares at his shoes. He grits his teeth in anger; he doesn't like it, not being in charge of his own feelings.
"...I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
They just sit there in silence.