Just a really short drabble, idk.
Shishido can't make the trembling stop. He balls his fists, slam his knuckles into the meat of his thigh. He bites his bottom lip, hard enough to make his eyes water. He follows the path Ohtori had retreated down, eyes flicking along the route over and over. His vision begins to blur. He grits his teeth, forces his breath steady. He punches his own thigh again. A grunt escapes him, a simple sound forced from deep in his gut.
It's the breaking point.
Suddenly he's gasping for air, choking on each breath. The trembling becomes an almighty convulsion. The dampness in his eyes overflows, pours down his cheeks. Once more he brings his fist down on his leg, grinds his knuckles against the denim of his pants. A sound escapes him. A tiny, pathetic whimper. He presses his palms flat against his eyes, knowing it won't help. It won't help, but Shishido can't make it stop.