Pupils blown wide. A soft, sappy grin on his face. Blush creeping up his ears and dusting his cheeks in uneven splotches. Katsuki knows that look. Eijiro is lovestruck. Infatuated. He's got a crush on someone. That someone is Mina. A sharp twist in his chest becomes apparent to him. Life is not fair, he thinks, turning away to stare at the colourless frog and the splatter of blood that was once its heart. Is it stupid to compare yourself to a dead frog?
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