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The Deku from this January vs. the Deku from the last few weeks. I used to hate drawing his hair and now I love it lol https://t.co/Gso4Qalm1V
/Ah/. He’s standing by the window, turned away from me. His hair’s a mess. That’s probably my fault.
“Kacchan,” I say. My voice is course. We went to sleep late last night. We talked for hours, twisted up in bed together.
“I-” I can’t /help/ it. It’s like a reflex. I’m a grenade with the pin pulled halfway out, and Kacchan’s too damn close. “I don’t-”
Kacchan pulls me in. Hard. I crash into his chest. He’s got me against the wall, strong arms braced on either side of me.
How long have I looked at him like this? How long have I looked at him differently than I’ve looked at everyone else?