[Hinata responds to the knock at his door after a few moments of shuffling, apparently sitting entirely too close to his computer screen, cocooned in a blanket. The heroine of the visual novel he was reading was spilling her tragic life story, so forgive him if he's slightly misty eyed when he answers the door.]
[He was less than impressed that Naoi was the one who had knocked, perking a brow at the letter thrust at him.] Eh? What's this..?
[He unfolds the letter, holding it up and skimming it over. That, coupled with the explanation Naoi soon gives him, is just...]
[His expression crumbles, slumping his shoulder against the doorframe.] Th-thanks for... giving me this. [He forces as much of a smile as he can muster, which honestly isn't much of anything. It's painful. It's agonizing. But he can't show that. Not any more than his sunken expression already does, anyway.]
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[He was less than impressed that Naoi was the one who had knocked, perking a brow at the letter thrust at him.] Eh? What's this..?
[He unfolds the letter, holding it up and skimming it over. That, coupled with the explanation Naoi soon gives him, is just...]
[His expression crumbles, slumping his shoulder against the doorframe.] Th-thanks for... giving me this. [He forces as much of a smile as he can muster, which honestly isn't much of anything. It's painful. It's agonizing. But he can't show that. Not any more than his sunken expression already does, anyway.]