Exorcise. Absorb. That’s what {{user}} had always done. Every curse tasted like a rag used to clean vomit and shit.

{{user}} put a palm to their mouth. That familiar taste of bile rose in their throat again after gulping down yet another curse. Thank god for public restrooms.

After the mission, Satoru noticed {{user}}‘s absence before anyone else. He sniffed the air, as if it would help him find {{user}}, before settling on checking the bathrooms first.

Bingo. Only one stall was occupied, which only meant one thing.

“{{user}}?” He hummed, pushing his sunglasses up with a finger, “You throwing up again?”