[He listened as Makoto bravely sung, at his voice that was a mixture of defiance and… something brighter. Hope. Maybe Nagito was right about that…
Sunny couldn’t sing, but… it started soft, just barely a tap of his finger against where Makoto’s hand clasped his. A few more moments of listening, several more taps, and he found the harmony beneath the a cappella tone.
Sunny knew music. He loved it. He hated it. A beat drilled discordantly next to his own heartbeat, existing alongside it. Like a second being.
It made him sick but… he didn’t want Makoto to have to go through this alone.]
YES <3
Sunny couldn’t sing, but… it started soft, just barely a tap of his finger against where Makoto’s hand clasped his. A few more moments of listening, several more taps, and he found the harmony beneath the a cappella tone.
Sunny knew music. He loved it. He hated it. A beat drilled discordantly next to his own heartbeat, existing alongside it. Like a second being.
It made him sick but… he didn’t want Makoto to have to go through this alone.]