❝ RUSSIAN ROULETTE. ❞
russian roulette // accepting 22- “You don’t have the strength to do it.”
Gundham’s words sent a sharp pang of guilt through Komaeda as he froze in place. It was often that he felt like a failure to his peers for all sorts of reasons, but hearing it said by somebody he considered to be a friend hurt - however true it may be. Komaeda’s muscles tensed and seized as he held onto the large rucksack of pet food and kept pushing himself to lift it. An exasperated breath escaped him as his body failed him and his fingers released the cloth.
The rush of his own weight sent him falling backwards into the wall of the delivery truck. His head spun for a moment as his shoulders slumped against the cool metal. Scraggly and unkept hair fell past Komaeda’s chin, blocking the line of sight between him and Gundham.
“Ngh - you’re right, Tanaka-kun.” His neck rolled back as he leaned his head up against the wall. Ache crept through his muscles. “It was stupid to think I could manage this - I’ll ask Nidai-kun to come assist you.”