[Kaworu's hand raises unconsciously, drawn towards one of the first people he was drawn towards and who willingly came closer.
His first friend. Then something more.
But he can't cross the distance between them. Even as part of him wants to run to Paul, taking Izuku's hand and dragging him along. He could be angry, he could be so angry at him, but if they were together, it would be alright.]
It's okay if it was... I don't want you hurt but...
[He drops his hand, it collapses against his side.]
I'm wanted. Here.
[It's not true. Part of him knows that. But it's easier to live a lie where he never has to consider waking up so alone.]
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His first friend. Then something more.
But he can't cross the distance between them. Even as part of him wants to run to Paul, taking Izuku's hand and dragging him along. He could be angry, he could be so angry at him, but if they were together, it would be alright.]
It's okay if it was... I don't want you hurt but...
[He drops his hand, it collapses against his side.]
I'm wanted. Here.
[It's not true. Part of him knows that. But it's easier to live a lie where he never has to consider waking up so alone.]