foxeyes
forgetful
Bakugo was silent as Kirishima started speaking, glaring at the ground and grinding his teeth together. He knew the other was right. And that's why it made him so angry, in the end. Not angry enough to see red, to make him lose it. But a simmering anger, directed at himself.
The anger was put on hold, though, when Kiri approached him and cupped his face and he couldn't even find it in himself to glower or snap at him to stop touching him. Instead his eyes went wide and his expression was mostly surprised as Kiri spoke to him. When he was told to stop the look on his face, he almost scowled just to be a dick about it, but he was too tired. He looked at Kiri through his lashes, unable to block out his Knight's words.
And then, like a fucking little bitch, he squinted against a rush of fresh tears. They stung the scrapes on his face as he blinked them free. He finally did glare then. Glared straight through his tears because he was fucking horrified at himself. And yet he couldn't pull away. In fact, his body betrayed him and despite his head screaming to pull back, he leaned forward just slightly so the warmth of Eijiro's hands further pressed into his skin.
He closed his eyes tight again, reaching up to grasp Kirishima's wrists loosely, like he might pull the hands away. He didn't , however, and just stayed like that for longer than neccessary.
When he did finally move, it was just to sniff, open his eyes and set his stare on Kiri once again. His eyes told it all. They said 'I don't fucking like this, but it's not like I can stop you' and 'we both know you're right, but I'll never admit it' but what his mouth actually ended up saying was, "Fine."
He moved back, keeping hold of one of Kirishima's wrists but dropping the other as he turned down the long stretch of hall before them. He reached up with one arm to scrub the fresh tears that mingled with the blood on his face, before he gave a tug on Kiri's own arm. "I'm not letting go of you 'cuz you'll get lost or something, you dumbass. Come on." This was his poor attempt at humor, though Katsuki wasn't really known for his jokes. He stared at the ground as he started leading Kiri towards the closest washroom. His steps said he was tired, but his silence said he had a lot on his mind.
The anger was put on hold, though, when Kiri approached him and cupped his face and he couldn't even find it in himself to glower or snap at him to stop touching him. Instead his eyes went wide and his expression was mostly surprised as Kiri spoke to him. When he was told to stop the look on his face, he almost scowled just to be a dick about it, but he was too tired. He looked at Kiri through his lashes, unable to block out his Knight's words.
And then, like a fucking little bitch, he squinted against a rush of fresh tears. They stung the scrapes on his face as he blinked them free. He finally did glare then. Glared straight through his tears because he was fucking horrified at himself. And yet he couldn't pull away. In fact, his body betrayed him and despite his head screaming to pull back, he leaned forward just slightly so the warmth of Eijiro's hands further pressed into his skin.
He closed his eyes tight again, reaching up to grasp Kirishima's wrists loosely, like he might pull the hands away. He didn't , however, and just stayed like that for longer than neccessary.
When he did finally move, it was just to sniff, open his eyes and set his stare on Kiri once again. His eyes told it all. They said 'I don't fucking like this, but it's not like I can stop you' and 'we both know you're right, but I'll never admit it' but what his mouth actually ended up saying was, "Fine."
He moved back, keeping hold of one of Kirishima's wrists but dropping the other as he turned down the long stretch of hall before them. He reached up with one arm to scrub the fresh tears that mingled with the blood on his face, before he gave a tug on Kiri's own arm. "I'm not letting go of you 'cuz you'll get lost or something, you dumbass. Come on." This was his poor attempt at humor, though Katsuki wasn't really known for his jokes. He stared at the ground as he started leading Kiri towards the closest washroom. His steps said he was tired, but his silence said he had a lot on his mind.