[ He sinks into Choso more, allows himself to feel that iron grip, just strong enough that it comes through the haze of feeling and awkwardness of the operation. He can’t make Choso go through this again. He can’t. No matter what.
[ But it is, because that’s what he feels he deserves. Wiggling, he shuffles his aching body so he can press his face into Choso’s chest and breathe in the damp iron smell. Brother. Home. ]
[ which we? yuji's brothers? or the uncountable many who love this one supernova wrapped up into a boy's skin? ]
Right now, we're safe. You're safe.
[ if he hadn't dried himself out like a damn prune at bakugo earlier, this might be a much wetter conversation. lucky. with yuji curled in close, choso lets himself relax, rubbing a broad hand down yuji's back in soothing strokes. ]
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[ He sinks into Choso more, allows himself to feel that iron grip, just strong enough that it comes through the haze of feeling and awkwardness of the operation. He can’t make Choso go through this again. He can’t. No matter what.
He kisses his brother’s forehead gently. ]
I’ll do better.
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[ lips on his forehead, a warm presence. ]
Don’t use yourself up before I can save you.
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[ Things he’ll always blame himself for. ]
You don’t have to save me.
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If I am worth protecting, then so too are you.
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[ He’s really trying… Face nuzzling into him, hands gripping him, wanton for warmth. ]
It… No. It’s fine.
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[ grating, ragged, but he holds all the tighter like an apology. ]
Stop rushing to die.
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[ But it is, because that’s what he feels he deserves. Wiggling, he shuffles his aching body so he can press his face into Choso’s chest and breathe in the damp iron smell. Brother. Home. ]
I want to stay with everyone.
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[ which we? yuji's brothers? or the uncountable many who love this one supernova wrapped up into a boy's skin? ]
Right now, we're safe. You're safe.
[ if he hadn't dried himself out like a damn prune at bakugo earlier, this might be a much wetter conversation. lucky. with yuji curled in close, choso lets himself relax, rubbing a broad hand down yuji's back in soothing strokes. ]