[Sunny shakes his head, the situation still rendering him mostly mute.
It doesn’t hurt… it hadn’t since the hours after he had left the River upon arrival. That was something to be thankful for, right?
And yet… the memory of it, the idea that it could hurt, the thought that someone might be disgusted if he took that scrap of fabric off or if it had gotten worse…
That scared him.
What if Nagito was freaked out when he looked at it? What if he didn’t want to spend time with Sunny anymore afterwards?]
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It doesn’t hurt… it hadn’t since the hours after he had left the River upon arrival. That was something to be thankful for, right?
And yet… the memory of it, the idea that it could hurt, the thought that someone might be disgusted if he took that scrap of fabric off or if it had gotten worse…
That scared him.
What if Nagito was freaked out when he looked at it? What if he didn’t want to spend time with Sunny anymore afterwards?]