KH Ship @khship.bsky.social · 26/08/2025After checking him in, they spent the first hour in silence, side by side on the plastic chairs of the waiting room. Atsumu couldn’t even entertain himself with his phone, which was hovering around five percent. By hour two, he’d looked at everything there was to see. His fingernails. + 130
KH Ship @khship.bsky.social · 26/08/2025The scars on his hands and forearms. His clothes. His shoes. The four walls, the windows. The ceiling even. He huffed at his meager inventory. He felt bankrupt, like he’d lost it all. Then he felt like a dramatic bitch, which, honestly, fair. + 130
KH Ship @khship.bsky.social · 26/08/2025By the third hour, Atsumu was dying for stimulation. He couldn’t say anything, though. He’d decided that keeping his mouth shut kept the blood in. The handkerchief held to his face was already completely stained. The fact that Sakusa had given it to him was another surprise. + 130