[There's a sharp, hissing intake of breath as Takatora pulls his arm back. He hadn't expected the hit, and certainly not for there to be enough strength to knock the arm away and shove his shoulder blade back. Little things like this shouldn't bother it too much, but somehow he'd slept on it and it was sore. Usually he'd take medication or something for it, but there had been no time.]
Sorry.
[He knows how much his shoulder bothers Ryouma, and he pulls his arm away to rest at his side. It mostly just feels sore, not like it's in any pain, and of course it's nothing to worry about...]
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Sorry.
[He knows how much his shoulder bothers Ryouma, and he pulls his arm away to rest at his side. It mostly just feels sore, not like it's in any pain, and of course it's nothing to worry about...]
It's alright. You didn't mean it.