Bakugou stills, something twisting in his chest. It's akin to the rush he gets before a fight, and he doesn't know how to label it. He tries not to think about it.]
But I couldn't save you. They were right. Everyone was right. I'm weak.
[His voice cracks, but he doesn't bother to try and force himself to cry. He reaches out when Orihime goes silent.]
Shurk-chan?
...
SHURK-CHAN?!
[His shoulders quake with false sobs and he reaches for her mask, throwing it violently at the audience. It probably hits someone in the face. Sorry about that.]
You were the first person to see me as something more than a prop. I love... I just wish...
[He cups her cheek, his heart hammering noisily in his ears.]
I wish I had figured it out sooner.
[He leans forward, getting a whiff of cinnamon. It's pleasant. He shuts his eyes--he's not sure why--and finally captures her lips in his.]
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Bakugou stills, something twisting in his chest. It's akin to the rush he gets before a fight, and he doesn't know how to label it. He tries not to think about it.]
But I couldn't save you. They were right. Everyone was right. I'm weak.
[His voice cracks, but he doesn't bother to try and force himself to cry. He reaches out when Orihime goes silent.]
Shurk-chan?
...
SHURK-CHAN?!
[His shoulders quake with false sobs and he reaches for her mask, throwing it violently at the audience. It probably hits someone in the face. Sorry about that.]
You were the first person to see me as something more than a prop. I love... I just wish...
[He cups her cheek, his heart hammering noisily in his ears.]
I wish I had figured it out sooner.
[He leans forward, getting a whiff of cinnamon. It's pleasant. He shuts his eyes--he's not sure why--and finally captures her lips in his.]