[ shoyo has felt like he's lost his footing. he's never had a death happen so close to him, never that close— but he's stopped crying after the first day of wallowing at home in front of a full bathtub with a squid in it. he's not there with the squid— he takes turns with friends, and other than that! shoyo is just immensly energetic. it's as if the melancholy, the loss, the hurt, has given him a boost. it has not.
but here, right now, he's just been jabbed across the face and sporting a bloody nose. ow. definitely stunned. it may have broken. that doesn't really matter! rusty warmblood streams from his nostrils to his lips, and in a mess between wiping it with the back of his hand or licking them off— ochako shoots the trenchie sideways.
the others don't think twice about exchanging stink eyes and preparing their fists for an ample swing at the girl. back on his feet, shoyo accompanies the protective ochako with a misplaced grin, and barks: ]
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but here, right now, he's just been jabbed across the face and sporting a bloody nose. ow. definitely stunned. it may have broken. that doesn't really matter! rusty warmblood streams from his nostrils to his lips, and in a mess between wiping it with the back of his hand or licking them off— ochako shoots the trenchie sideways.
the others don't think twice about exchanging stink eyes and preparing their fists for an ample swing at the girl. back on his feet, shoyo accompanies the protective ochako with a misplaced grin, and barks: ]
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