[ Knee deep in water, the water-logged clothes cling to him, chaffing against his skin. It doesn't bother him. Not the smelly clothes, dirty water, or dusty room. Not when he's with Allen like this, watching him break down like he's seen few times. That's all that matters. All he notices. The rest is relegated to the background, out of sight, out of mind, so the only thing he sees is him.
It's alright to cry.
He cups his face between his hands and leans forward to press their temples together in a similar fashion Allen did with him. This close, their breaths mingle, and he can feel the heat of him more prominently when he speaks. It's a question that's long overdue, interrupted by the little people of his world. In this place, where it's only the two of them, Shouto gives it the answer it deserves. ]
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It's alright to cry.
He cups his face between his hands and leans forward to press their temples together in a similar fashion Allen did with him. This close, their breaths mingle, and he can feel the heat of him more prominently when he speaks. It's a question that's long overdue, interrupted by the little people of his world. In this place, where it's only the two of them, Shouto gives it the answer it deserves. ]
You make me lose control of my quirk.
That makes me uneasy.