𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇-𝑆𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐶𝐾 ღ - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

05 -- ⇲ NEMURI'S GUILT.

EDITED - SATURDAY, AUGUST 27 -
[ 5:13PM - 7:06PM ]

5장
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[ AFTER MIDNIGHT ]

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> MARY ON A CROSS | ghost <

                         YOU COULD REMEMBER A TUFF OF BLACK HAIR EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE. IT WOULD BE PAIRED WITH VIBRANT RED EYES THAT LOOKED LIKE RUBYS IN THE SUN.

Even with the boys breathtaking appearance, he still had an ugly look. You weren't talking about physical appearance— rather, the look he gave when he was forced to hurt you.

It was so ugly that it made your heart hurt.

Even if his tests were painful, even more than your other tests were, you still cared for the boy. He would throw up every time his quirk was used against a inmate; his nerves disrupting the food he had not long ago digested and forced it to spring back up, clawing at the boy's throat until he had no choice but to puke.

He was in a do or die situation. If he didn't do as ordered, they would kill him. He was just surviving, so you didn't blame him for using his quirk in him at all.

If you were in his position, you wouldn't hesitate.

Hell, you were, and still are, in his position.

You saw him as someone who needed someone. Other than the adults who provided him food and a bed at night. So, you and Touya became those two people. Though, it was in the shadows. You'd both give him extra food when he wasn't looking and even gave him thicker clothes during winter time.

It wasn't much, but it made a huge difference. Upgrading from a think sheet as a blanket to two of them... it was quick to cause an effect.

You could tell he felt much safer in the cell rather than out in the open.