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writetomyheart2021-01-17 05:18 pm
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[Team One] No Regrets
Quick and dirty.
Also first time writing BNHA...
He thought, miserably, that it was too late anyways. It was too late to apologize. It was too late to admit that he had made mistakes. It was too late to tell the other his true feelings. At least, all of them. That night when they had duked it out and when he had been told the whole truth behind what had happened, he had revealed some of what he had been keeping inside.
But only some of it. Unlike certain other people, he didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve.
Ugh. He could feel the anger and irritation bubbling up inside of him again. Both at that other person and himself. Everything and everyone was so stupid.
But so was he.
The door opened and a voice shouted orders at them which they all acknowledged with a loud, “YESSIR!” And then people started to file out.
“Hey. Wait.”
“What is it K-” he cut the other off before they could finish the question. Their lips only touched for a brief moment but it was enough. It served its purpose.
They were being sent into a fight from which they might not return alive. An all out war. And even though he didn’t doubt his own ability to make it out of it more or less unscathed, he couldn’t really say the same about the other. If the other was going to be the stupid hero he had always been, putting others before himself and sacrificing more than should be humanly possible really and die, he wasn’t going to have regrets later.
“If you want to talk about this then try not to die, shitty Deku.” He left the other standing there, dumbfounded without a doubt.
Your turn, mousi!
Also first time writing BNHA...
He thought, miserably, that it was too late anyways. It was too late to apologize. It was too late to admit that he had made mistakes. It was too late to tell the other his true feelings. At least, all of them. That night when they had duked it out and when he had been told the whole truth behind what had happened, he had revealed some of what he had been keeping inside.
But only some of it. Unlike certain other people, he didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve.
Ugh. He could feel the anger and irritation bubbling up inside of him again. Both at that other person and himself. Everything and everyone was so stupid.
But so was he.
The door opened and a voice shouted orders at them which they all acknowledged with a loud, “YESSIR!” And then people started to file out.
“Hey. Wait.”
“What is it K-” he cut the other off before they could finish the question. Their lips only touched for a brief moment but it was enough. It served its purpose.
They were being sent into a fight from which they might not return alive. An all out war. And even though he didn’t doubt his own ability to make it out of it more or less unscathed, he couldn’t really say the same about the other. If the other was going to be the stupid hero he had always been, putting others before himself and sacrificing more than should be humanly possible really and die, he wasn’t going to have regrets later.
“If you want to talk about this then try not to die, shitty Deku.” He left the other standing there, dumbfounded without a doubt.
Your turn, mousi!
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