Soichiro is accustomed to keeping his emotions under strict control.
He never shows when he is exhausted.He never raises his voice when angry.And even when he wants something, he will not ask for it unless he believes it is necessary.
He has lived that way for a very long time.
That is why, once his composure begins to slip,he is surprisingly bad at hiding it.
He adjusts his glasses more often.The harder he tries to steady his breathing, the more uneven it becomes.He continues to wear that familiar look of confidence, while his eyes reveal everything.
Even then, Soichiro looks at the other person before thinking of himself.
Are they in pain?Are they frightened?Has he moved forward without noticing that they were left behind?
No matter how deeply his emotions overwhelm him,he cannot bring himself to abandon the person in front of him.
That is the shape his self-control takes.
And perhaps it is also the only way he knows how to care for someone.
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ๅฎไธ้ใฏใ่ชๅใฎๆๆ ใ็ฎก็ใใใใจใซๆ ฃใใฆใใใ
็ฒใใฆใใฆใ้กใซๅบใใชใใ่ นใ็ซใฃใฆใๅฃฐใ่ใใใชใใๆฌฒใใใใฎใใใฃใฆใใๅฟ ่ฆใใชใใใฐๆฑใใชใใ
้ทใ้ใใใใใฃใฆ็ใใฆใใใ
ใ ใใใใใๅนณ้ใๅคฑใๅงใใใจใๅฝผใฏ้ฉใใปใฉ้ ใใฎใไธๆใ ใ
็ผ้กใๆผใไธใใๅๆฐใๅขใใใๅผๅธใๆดใใใใจใใฆใไฝ่จใซไนฑใใใใใคใใฎไฝ่ฃใ่ฃ ใฃใฆใใใฎใซใ็ฎใ ใใๆญฃ็ดใใใใ
ใใใงใๅฎไธ้ใฏใ่ชๅใใๅ ใซ็ธๆใฎ้กใ่ฆใใ
่ฆใใใชใใใๆฏใใฆใใชใใใ่ชๅใ ใใๅ ใธ้ฒใใงใใชใใใ
ใฉใใปใฉๆๆ ใซๆฏใๅใใใฆใใ็ธๆใ็ฝฎใๅปใใซใใใใจใ ใใฏใงใใชใใ
ใใใๅฝผใฎ็ๆงใงใใใใใถใใๅฝผใ่ชฐใใๅคงๅใซใใๆนๆณใชใฎใ ใจๆใใ