He hates the sound of her voice. Has never been extremely good at picking up on social cues, but he’s familiar enough with her to catch the strained tone. The all too familiar one that heroes tend to put on for each other as if nothing happened. It’s an unofficial part of the job. It’s hard to see her through gauzy white and if he tries to focus it makes his headache worse. Chiyo is gone for the day, adamant that they take breaks between healing. The room is quiet and Shouta feels ready to jump out of his skin. Can’t stand being forced to remain still. He can’t even sleep through the pain. “I’m sure you have a terrible poker face right now.” He can’t properly reach for her to either swat her for lying to him or attempt to comfort. “How are the kids?”
@theygrinned cont
