-Whoa, wait a minute what did I just say? I couldn't care less either way.
Kirishima paused, the words of comfort on the edge of his tongue. He stopped, in a state of shock. Whoa, what a minute, what did I just say? He asked himself somberly, dazed. He never imagined himself to be a therapist type of person, after all he was suffering himself, though he'd never admit it.
Uraraka stared at Kirishima in shock, a single tear rolling down those pink cheeks. Kirishima wanted so bad to wipe it away, and bundle her up in a bunch of blankets. This was painful. She didn't say a word which slightly annoyed Kirishima, though he didn't show it on her face, and she only flickered her eyes down to in front of her, and down at the parking lot beneath them.
Kirishima kept staring at her, trying to read her facial expression furthermore. All he could see was hurt, hate (he couldn't decide whether it was towards herself, or towards Kirishima for stopping her jump), and was that... Anger..? Kirishima flinched, and followed her gaze to look down at the parking lot, rolling his eyes without her noticing. I couldn't care less either way, he tried to convince himself, but couldn't help but to pity the girl, and feel shame for the passive-aggression. If he was stopped from taking the easy way out, he'd be pissed too.
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Fanfiction[ Rachie; My R. ] Eijiro Kirishima. He has saved so many lives, from any situation: villains, others and sometimes from themselves. He is a literal ray of sunshine, and his smile is contagious. But, what happens when it's the other way around and h...
