[Katsuki barely has time to absorb it all. One moment he's just realizing that it's Ochako who's running at him as he begins to lower his hands to stop himself from attacking her because it's Ochako, not an enemy, the next she's all but collapsed against his shoulder and he glances down, notices her bare feet, her pajamas, her tears-]
Wh-
[Why? He wants to ask. Why is she sorry, why is she crying over him? She wasn't the one who screwed up. She was the kind of person people looked at and could see as a hero, even though people severely underestimated her- not him. The sinking feeling in his chest is back, but now it's clawing its way up his chest and limbs, and it fucking hurts, and he just wants it to go away. Goddamnit, who the hell decided giving a shit about people was supposed to feel like shit?
He blinks a few times, looking down at her heartbroken face, and it's as if someone ripped his heart from his chest.
He's an idiot. This is just as hard for her as it is for him.]
You're not weak.
[He finally mumbles, and before she can sink down more, he loops his arms beneath her to pick her up, not even thinking about it as he walks over to the couch with her in his arms. Did she really run all the way here?]
You have something I'm missing. And it- [It pisses him off. But that's not her fault. It's not Deku's fault either.] It's not weak to give a shit and spare lives.
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Date: 2020-08-16 05:29 am (UTC)Wh-
[Why? He wants to ask. Why is she sorry, why is she crying over him? She wasn't the one who screwed up. She was the kind of person people looked at and could see as a hero, even though people severely underestimated her- not him. The sinking feeling in his chest is back, but now it's clawing its way up his chest and limbs, and it fucking hurts, and he just wants it to go away. Goddamnit, who the hell decided giving a shit about people was supposed to feel like shit?
He blinks a few times, looking down at her heartbroken face, and it's as if someone ripped his heart from his chest.
He's an idiot. This is just as hard for her as it is for him.]
You're not weak.
[He finally mumbles, and before she can sink down more, he loops his arms beneath her to pick her up, not even thinking about it as he walks over to the couch with her in his arms. Did she really run all the way here?]
You have something I'm missing. And it- [It pisses him off. But that's not her fault. It's not Deku's fault either.] It's not weak to give a shit and spare lives.