❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜
from @plusultramuses / shinsō hitoshi
various question sentence starters || accepting!
The world is falling down around them. Everything they know looks so unfamiliar now—the buildings are all reduced to rubble, barely a shadow of the concrete jungle that used to surround the city. The roads have been torn and trees that lined the sidewalks are strewn and broken, and the air is still thick with dust as it tries to settle.
The headpiece that Ochako wears as part of her identity as Uravity is cracked, but she has still placed it back on her head. She winces as her torso is stretched by the movement. It feels like the skin beneath her uniform houses a few broken ribs as a consequence of facing Toga Himiko on her own.
Her hair is matted and red and her face, Uravity's uniform is splashed and stained upon as well.
❝ No, ❞ Ochako replies sharply, dropping her hands. Her stance is tight and confident, and she forces his gaze to match hers so he knows that she is sincere when she speaks. ❝ None of this is your fault, Shinsō-kun. This was All For One. We... We all tried our best. ❞
Her eyes begin to gloss over, the emotions that she had forced down for so long overwhelming her.
❝ You did nothing wrong, ❞ she continues, an her jaw tightens as her own cry starts. ❝ He was so strong. You were a hero today! ❞