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Tension stifled the room and made it difficult for Mizuki to breathe. Her cheeks burned with fury, and her nose was so red that it looked like someone splattered fresh paint against it.
Her lips puckered as she swiped her lips against them, feeling the grooves of the chapped skin.It was like she was licking sand paper. The corners of her eyes became wet as she stared at Bakugou’s back. Regret pounded against her head and then she felt anger and guilt and sadness whirling together in one pool of mass emotion.
One step and another... Mizuki closed the distance as she grasped the bottom of his shirt between two fingers and her thumb. Her shoulders still trembled from her negative emotions, but her heart also thumped against her rib cage. Taking a deep breath, she leaned her forehead against his back, keeping her grip on his shirt.
“I don’t want to fight. And I especially don’t want to fight with you.” She let go of his shirt and snaked her arms around his waist. She inhaled, feeling the cool air comfort her. Holding him like this was the right thing. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have said what I did and I’m so sorry.” Mizuki tightened her grip. “Can we just... sit... and talk? I’ll make cocoa or something.”