Kurushimi blushes more, but he doesn’t do much more than that, trying to concentrate on what he’s doing. Pretty, though. The word sticks to him, warming his chest as his cheeks color themselves a darker pink. He’s never heard such a thing before. Maybe about his general appearance, or something like the rather striking image of his hair, but never about his scars…
He brings two fingers to the center of the mark, concentrating lightly. Under his touch, the mark starts to emit a soft blue glow, a gentle shimmer that grows stronger and stronger by the moment. As their faces start to get illuminated by periwinkle light, he takes one last deep breath, bracing himself.
He activates it. The light shifts into a scalding red for a second before suddenly punching into his skin, creating a fresh, intricate wound in the same shape. Kurushimi doesn’t react, shielded by his quirk’s effects, gaze shifting to carefully watch Deku as that very same bloody design appears on his wrist in a sudden flash of red light. The two cuts are exactly the same, practically welling with red drops at the same moment. Quietly, he gives Deku’s hand a few careful pets, like he’s hoping to sooth away any pain he may be experiencing.
“… Sorry…” he mumbles. “I hope it didn’t hurt too bad… I wanted to allow for a deep connection, that’s why it…” He gives him another gentle pat, looking miserable again. “… I have bandages… let me get some…”
Deku watches the other carefully while he demonstrates his quirk, as if trying to figure out exactly how he does it. It’s only when he notices the light start to shift to red does he finally focus down at his wrist.
It hurts, sure- but not nearly as bad as he was expecting. Maybe it was his high pain tolerance- but all he did when it happened was wince slightly, before centering his gaze back up on Kurushimi again.
He furrows his brows at the other’s fretting, cracking a warm, comforting smile.
“Hey...it’s okay! It really wasn’t as bad as you made it seem, haha.”
In a way, he already felt more connected to the boy- he couldn’t tell if it was the quirk, or the gentle urge to protect the gentle, fretting boy, or something- else. But he couldn’t help but blush lightly as he watched him, before shaking his head and looking down at his newfangled mark.
“So, what happens now? We share physical sensations first, right?”
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