[with his face shoved against kuroo's back, makoto is too terrified to actually look up. he's somehow between cushions and the other teen, shaking and sweating at the thrilling music of terror surrounding them]
[he cannot look, he CANNOT LOOK]
Kuroooo...
[a whine, a whimper, fists tightening onto an asshole's shirt]
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[he cannot look, he CANNOT LOOK]
Kuroooo...
[a whine, a whimper, fists tightening onto an asshole's shirt]