How I feel? [He falls quiet again, the anxious leg kicking starts up weakly, but he continues holding onto Asahi. It’s odd even to him that he’s still so hung up on the whole thing. Nishinoya prides himself on being the type to bounce back from conflict and keep pushing forward, but clearly if it’s still bothering him, then it’s important right? So why is he holding back.]

I feel...[How to put this? His brain is pretty foggy from the alcohol, and it’s easy to lose his train of thought or get wrapped up in the emotions swirling around in his head. He looks to Asahi again for clarity, a reminder of why he started rambling about this in the first place.

[Looking at the ace’s face, it becomes clear again all too suddenly. Another long stare, and he sighs.] I’m...happy you’re back. I’m proud of you, but I...

Hurt. [He pulls a hand away, grips his own shirt over his heart.] Here. When I think about it, Asahi.

Because you left...us. And me.

You left me.