“it’s just a cut, really.”
five word prompts — ac / @actstupid
shouto resides calmly in the doorway, neither invited inside or shunned from entering. he’s played his part as a double edged weapon. swords are not supposed to express concern.maybe in another life, where things aren’t constantly balanced on the edge of a knife, he could hold onto something without both parties suffering the consequences.
there’s no universe in which shouto believes that it is just a flesh wound but he let’s it slip right through his fingers instead of pushing the matter, “ mhm, sure. ” there is a smile, secret in nature; an equal duality of humored and not amused.
his brain supplies the questions: where’s the line between protecting the mission and morality? if kaminari were in need of real saving, would you have done anything? could you have? what’s more, how will you fall asleep again, not having done what you could to prevent it from happening?
logically, an ending is coming; he can feel it in everything lately: the escalation rising. they’ve always known their situations were temporary… they had to have known even if the details were blurred as to how and why and when their cover would be blown. it has been obvious since the beginning that they’re pawns in a bigger game. the side they’ve picked might have differed in origin but that hardly matters at the end.
hovering in the doorway, shouto thinks that maybe should have seen this through before anything; should have been forward with kaminari’s level of importance to him before everything fell apart. no, is a reminder in his head, you knew how this could end. he lets the feelings fade instead; shoves them back into the center of his chest. still — there is a spark somewhere under the surface that pleads things have changed, we can be better, i can do better.
his brain supplies another question: what is it you’re trying to say?
“ you don’t have to lie to me. we could finally try being honest. ”
