03 Apr 2018
Midoriya shook his head again. “I’m not hurt.”
“For the love of—”
“Midoriya,” Shouto said, interrupting Bakugou. “Yes, you are. Now tell us, where’s the blood coming from?”
Midoriya blinked. “Oh. It’s not mine.”
Shouto sucked in a breath, and glanced at Bakugou, almost afraid to ask any more questions. His eyes had widened, and all the anger was gone from his face. He just looked… terrified. Shocked.
Shock. Midoriya wasn’t hurt, he was in shock.
Which again begged the question Bakugou had already asked twice.
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09 May 2018