[ It's a good call, because Shuuya definitely flinches at the mere sight of a hand reaching for him, though he calms down right away when Yuya's hand settles on his head, and he leans into the touch as if physical contact is something he craves but is always too afraid of, because experience says it means pain, as much as the rational mind insists it could be otherwise.
He hates it a lot. Crying, being comforted, even if he feels better for it and wants to be in the moment forever, he hates that he cries, and he hates that he needs to be comforted, and he holds his breath to try and stop it from hitching so he can stop crying and making Yuya worry and all these things he wishes he strong and competent enough to prevent.
Eventually, he quiets down to hiccups and sniffles, and he pulls away from Yuya to crawl up onto the bed and lie down next to Kuroko and bury his face into her fur, sorry it's still a bit wet. ]
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He hates it a lot. Crying, being comforted, even if he feels better for it and wants to be in the moment forever, he hates that he cries, and he hates that he needs to be comforted, and he holds his breath to try and stop it from hitching so he can stop crying and making Yuya worry and all these things he wishes he strong and competent enough to prevent.
Eventually, he quiets down to hiccups and sniffles, and he pulls away from Yuya to crawl up onto the bed and lie down next to Kuroko and bury his face into her fur, sorry it's still a bit wet. ]