Having a meltdown in front of people is horrifying, especially to L. People staring at him as he sobs and cries and smashes his hands into his own skull and choke on his own spit. He hated it. The embarrassment, the staring, the looks. It makes him sick. Mr. Aizawa mutters under his breath, his ears ringing to loudly to hear the man. He might just throw up. You soothing him, his eyes burning with tears. This was stupid. All of this because he took one sip from his teacup and the tea was still bitter. He couldn’t be this upset over that. But he is.