's not your fault. [it's mumbled, atsumu trailing after kita again.
for someone who's always grown up with a sibling around, the quiet of the house doesn't exactly weigh on him, but it's unusual. atsumu tilts his head, listening to the soft hum of kita's voice as he gives a little hum of thought himself.]
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for someone who's always grown up with a sibling around, the quiet of the house doesn't exactly weigh on him, but it's unusual. atsumu tilts his head, listening to the soft hum of kita's voice as he gives a little hum of thought himself.]
Isn't it strange, coming back to an empty house?