[People are idiots who only see what they want to see. Even heroes were guilty of that. Katsuki didn't really give a shit, but he knew how exhausting it could be to hear the same thing over, and over, and over again. Let them think what they fucking want and kick their asses and let them learn the hard way.
Ochako's breath is warm against his neck, and he tries not to think about how despite everything, it feels nice holding onto her, like everything is a little less shitty. He'll look at her feet and take care of them before she leaves, but not yet. Not until they're done with this. A part of him doesn't want her to leave- but they're both tired, and he'll worry about that later.
He also tries not to think about how her admission hurts. It shouldn't hurt. Anger flares up, and it's so much easier for him to deal with. Without even thinking, he cups her face in his palms to get her to look up. Her skin is soft.]
I'm looking at you. I notice you. You can't do what I do, but I can't do what you do. I'll never be able to do what you do. Don't fucking waste it.
[He lets his hands drop, averting his gaze to the floor, registering Ochako moving but not reacting until she starts carding her fingers through his hair. His eyes widen and he tenses up at first, before he realizes what she's doing and relaxes, tilting his head into her hand, his eyes halfway shut.]
Don't apologize. [He hums, wrapping his arms around her now that they're sitting and opening his eyes again. It's good she has a backbone. It means he can fight her seriously.] I'm-
[He wants to say "I'm scared too", but the words die on his tongue.]
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Date: 2020-08-17 10:28 am (UTC)Ochako's breath is warm against his neck, and he tries not to think about how despite everything, it feels nice holding onto her, like everything is a little less shitty. He'll look at her feet and take care of them before she leaves, but not yet. Not until they're done with this. A part of him doesn't want her to leave- but they're both tired, and he'll worry about that later.
He also tries not to think about how her admission hurts. It shouldn't hurt. Anger flares up, and it's so much easier for him to deal with. Without even thinking, he cups her face in his palms to get her to look up. Her skin is soft.]
I'm looking at you. I notice you. You can't do what I do, but I can't do what you do. I'll never be able to do what you do. Don't fucking waste it.
[He lets his hands drop, averting his gaze to the floor, registering Ochako moving but not reacting until she starts carding her fingers through his hair. His eyes widen and he tenses up at first, before he realizes what she's doing and relaxes, tilting his head into her hand, his eyes halfway shut.]
Don't apologize. [He hums, wrapping his arms around her now that they're sitting and opening his eyes again. It's good she has a backbone. It means he can fight her seriously.] I'm-
[He wants to say "I'm scared too", but the words die on his tongue.]