[it's the quiet that catches him. the sound of a throat sticking to itself. he remembers that sound, once or twice in his childhood, when he was close enough to hear it sniveling on the other side of a closed door. he also remembers making it himself, trapped in the quiet of the night, abandoned by natsuo, misunderstood by fuyumi, and replaced by shouto. with a mother who saw him as a troublesome chore, and a father who hated his very existence.
bastard. flaunting his ability to cry right in front of him. technically behind him, but... semantics.]
Ya really are crazy.
[of course he wouldn't hate him. heroes aren't supposed to hate someone. even if they say it, they don't understand what it means to truly hate someone. that black, bitter desire to relish in the target's complete misery and abject degradation until there's nothing left of them. heroes who hate, truly hate, are no longer heroes.]
Mah, who knows. [touya shrugs, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.] Maybe one day I'll end up savin him.
[just because he hates heroes doesn't mean he doesn't know how to "be" one.]
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thanks! i saw it and had to ask someone to make an icon out of it for me~ dramatic fucker
Date: 11/8/22 03:50 (UTC)bastard. flaunting his ability to cry right in front of him. technically behind him, but... semantics.]
Ya really are crazy.
[of course he wouldn't hate him. heroes aren't supposed to hate someone. even if they say it, they don't understand what it means to truly hate someone. that black, bitter desire to relish in the target's complete misery and abject degradation until there's nothing left of them. heroes who hate, truly hate, are no longer heroes.]
Mah, who knows. [touya shrugs, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.] Maybe one day I'll end up savin him.
[just because he hates heroes doesn't mean he doesn't know how to "be" one.]