❝ . . . ❞ satoru's not counting the hours he's been in this building , but he can tell it's been hours because when he arrived , it had been daylight and now , it was cast in pitch black darkness . basketball in his arms , hugged carelessly as he knew it couldn't squirm or writhe in any meaningful capacity , he glared at the wall he was facing with utter disdain . he drew breath as well , aiming to get as much of this building frustration outside of his body as he could manage ; he knew a good way to get it out . ( not that he actually cared about the ball , but he was itching to move , something that drove him to stand again and put the ball in one hand , driving back with momentum before he threw all his energy into the force by which he threw the ball . all his strength , all his frustration , all his sadness and rage , all smacking against the metal wall in a thunderous clang . ) ❝ fucking . . . 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 ! ❞ satoru swears , and he's sure that in the distance , he can hear the ball go right through the wall with his strength & cursed energy backing it up in force . ( idiot , stupid , how could you not have seen it coming ? how could you let your best friend suffer for so long without doing anything ? idiot , idiot , idiot ! so strong , and for what ? to disappoint !? god damn it ! ) / @vonerde
