Ryuutaro pressed his face against Hayato's chest so tightly he could hardly breathe anymore. His hands reached around to hug his boyfriend back and his fingers grabbed the fabric of his clothes tightly.
For another moment he was silent, but this time it was shorter.
"I will...", he then whispered against Hayato's shirt, "Just... give me a moment..."
He wasn't going to get home ever again. He wasn't going to participate in a tournament again. He wasn't going to see what became of Ginga. He wasn't going to see kids blade next to the street anymore. He wasn't going to be able to say 'Go Shoot' together with someone again.
He wasn't going to return home anymore. He was an alien now, living his life as one.
Ryuutaro was scared, even though he didn't want to be. He didn't want all this to affect him so much, but it was just crashing down on him, making him unable to breathe.

After a while his hands finally relaxed and the tenseness left his body mostly. He wasn't desperately pressing himself against Hayato anymore and merely leaned against him now.
"Don't worry... "