[ Looking away, Shouto tries to keep his focus on what matters instead of the guilt creeping into his thoughts. He knows the oppressive nature of his quirk. Felt the sweltering heat pounding down on him forcing him to submit to his father's rule for years. Now, he was the one endangering others.
Of course, he feels guilty. But he also knows, it's not the same.
I'm not my father.
Dragging himself away from those damning thoughts is difficult, but he manages it, focusing instead on providing first aid. It's why he's so diligent with his supplies, the ointment fully replenished since the last time Allen used it. It lends him a reprieve. Heart pounding in his chest, he shoves away the old addage when a gloved hand clasps his between two hands.
He startles, eyes flicking up to meet a grey sea. Hand stiff, he's left staring at Allen with uncertainty. For a moment, it even seems like his words might soothe him up until he speaks that last line. ]
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[ Looking away, Shouto tries to keep his focus on what matters instead of the guilt creeping into his thoughts. He knows the oppressive nature of his quirk. Felt the sweltering heat pounding down on him forcing him to submit to his father's rule for years. Now, he was the one endangering others.
Of course, he feels guilty. But he also knows, it's not the same.
I'm not my father.
Dragging himself away from those damning thoughts is difficult, but he manages it, focusing instead on providing first aid. It's why he's so diligent with his supplies, the ointment fully replenished since the last time Allen used it. It lends him a reprieve. Heart pounding in his chest, he shoves away the old addage when a gloved hand clasps his between two hands.
He startles, eyes flicking up to meet a grey sea. Hand stiff, he's left staring at Allen with uncertainty. For a moment, it even seems like his words might soothe him up until he speaks that last line. ]