[How many times had this same thing happened? He's looking up at the familiar ceiling, trying to remember exactly when and why this particular incident happened, but he can't recall. It could've been any old Sunday when his dad was home, or a weeknight when he came back a little too early and dinner wasn't ready yet. It could've been a good day that turned sour for all Ryuji knew.
He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. It was the part of his life he'd sealed off and mostly forgotten. And it was the part of his life he wished his friends never had to know about.]
'm fine. It's...nothin'.
[He sits up and covers up a wince. It feels like he's bruising, but he knows he shouldn't be. A memory can't hurt, right?]
Don't worry about it. I'm just sorry you had to actually see that jackass in action.
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He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. It was the part of his life he'd sealed off and mostly forgotten. And it was the part of his life he wished his friends never had to know about.]
'm fine. It's...nothin'.
[He sits up and covers up a wince. It feels like he's bruising, but he knows he shouldn't be. A memory can't hurt, right?]
Don't worry about it. I'm just sorry you had to actually see that jackass in action.