❝ you look like a nice person who likes to help people in need. ❞ minchul hehe
it’s a strange thing to be seen. he was so desperate for it as a child, for someone to look at him and see in him the things he read about in the early hours of each morning, surrounded by other children his age — be good, be kind, be charitable, help your fellows even when you can’t help yourself. shed tears only for others, never for yourself. and he wanted to be good, and kind, but more than anything, he wanted to be told this is what he was. often, he wondered if the other children were half as hungry.
“ …are you making fun of me? ” he twists in his seat, pulling the thick, woven blanket more securely around his middle. his gaze drifts naturally from the tv screen to lock with tooru’s, eyes searching. curious.
“ …or flirting with me? sorry. sometimes i can’t tell. ”
