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The angst is coming and there’s nothing you can do about it
P.V. ┊ Darius Vogel main story
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🪽 the preview of darius’ main story, so do note there may be inaccuracies due to lack of context 𝜗𝜚 cw — mentions of animal torture & death / murder, subhuman treatment.
Distances
🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮ -- he moved around the halls like a ghost. he didn't speak, he barely did that anymore. he wasn't himself anymore.
watching you go, watching your life drain from you on the field, it was something he was never able to get over. he wouldn't ever. he couldn't. you were the only person that truly understood him.
his jokes, his crude remarks.
he hates that his last words to you were some bullshit excuse as to why he couldn't be public about your relationship. Katsuki wanted desperately to show you off, he wished he could do that now.
he wanted to be teased about being in love, he wanted to be flushed with embarrassment as Sero and Kaminari and Pink Face and all of them talked about you to him.
now everything was dull, he couldn't even bring himself to speak.
"Bakugo, you need to eat something.." Shoto watched him stare at your dorm, as if you would magically emerge from it. Todoroki was just as stressed as Katsuki, grieving all the same. you were a close friend, and now you were gone.
he was handling it slightly better than your lover.
"Hey, Bakugo..?" he waved a hand in front of him, the action not even eliciting a simple flutter of the eyes. Katsuki was disassociating once more, imagining a world where you were present. it was common for people that were grieving, Shoto has done it a few times.
instead of backing away, he sat close to him, hand on his back while he fiddled with his own hair. his hair that grew longer ever since the day you said you didn't mind how it had looked, and he had grown to like it. you had made Shoto like himself, made Katsuki feel more loved than he ever thought he deserved.
but you were gone.
Katsuki's spark was gone.
but Shoto was there, feeling his pulse as he waited.
patient.
iunno guys is this light angst (continuation of Sweaty Palms)
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 --property of dramatikks
I,,,
I have not drawn the kids in a while,,,
I miss my kids Tails,,,, I miss them a lot. I'll be back.
CHAT AM I IN HEAVEN RIGHT NOW!?!?
MY BABYYYYYY