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
KH Ship @khship.bsky.social · 26/08/2025He stared over at his unlikely (and probably unwilling) companion. Sakusa’s mask was still firmly in place. His arms were folded across his chest. He had a vacant stare, looking off into the middle distance. The same thing he’d been doing for the past two hours. + 130
