@gardenof : ‘ why do you hate me? ’
the question was made personal, but the answer was broader than that. a better question would have been : why do you hate? everything, everyone ━━ she wasn’t excluded from that entirety, no matter how much she claimed to worry and fuss about him. caring about him was not a prerequisite to not including her in the masses that deserved to perish in his oncoming ruination. but here she was, carefully poised on the edge of his bed / ever having to be the picture of perfection, even amidst tears gracefully rolling down her cheeks stained with a high flush and hands clasped in her lap. everything like a well - rehearsed act, her playing the part she was born to : the victim. and he, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗.
she would have been dead by his hand that very first time if not for her own body persistently fighting for it’s own life, denying his decay in favor of overwhelming life. had done nothing to deserve such a question, sitting in mulled silence since she had walked in uninvited . . . and how ironic, that somewhere along the way he had gained an awareness that told him something was wrong. she had entered without usual fanfare ━━ no chastising mentions of his name, no obvious concern about his appearance or wellbeing. it had been an unsettling silence, stifling and suffocating, and then the glistening tears had started to shed in open vulnerability. a fresh wound laid bare for him to see, a crack in perfect porcelain. and he didn’t much care to see it.
anyone with a sense of empathy would likely fall apart at the sight, but that was an empty cavern inside shigaraki tomura. gaze the reflection of fresh ichor regards her with clear apathy, remaining unresponsive to the question as she continued to quietly weep. had no interest in providing any kind of explanation, to reassure her in that it wasn’t personal. he quite simply . . . did not care.
❛ someone tell you that you’re not pretty or something? ❜ words are malicious and poised to be sharp, but the blade is dulled slightly / the jab is probing, subtly searching for the real cause behind those tears. he is a contradiction ━━ to implore that he doesn’t care, and then to imply the opposite. ( perhaps . . . you are possessive. of the attention, devotion. you would mercilessly slaughter those that threatened to take that away. ) ❛ stop crying, it’s pathetic. ❜
