black paper moon / bakugou

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The ocean's kind of scary. There's always this feeling of something lurking beneath the depths, great wide jaws hissing from within the dark, murky reaches of the waters. When he stares at them, watches the strange calmness overlap and descend, contrast and conflict, there's always a mix of emotions that intertwine and entangle. He's unsure whether to feel afraid or at awe. If he stares long enough at the shallow pools, sometimes he hears voices and faces which ripple from the clashing foam. Still, he always finds himself being drawn to the beach like as if it were a magnet and he were the helpless piece of aluminium foil. He'd be pulled towards it, left and right, forced to stare at the unpredictable predictability of the waves. Hah, the unpredictable predictability - antithetical by their very nature, a breathing contradiction.

Eijirou's alone again.

His eyes stare at his injured friend rather solemnly, gently biting the bottom of his lip as if he felt nervous to approach him. He should have been there. He should have kept track of his friend. If it...if it weren't for him concerning himself over his stupid stone knives, maybe he would have been able to stop the horrible tragedy which had befallen upon Kirishima. His heart thunders painfully. He wants to move towards his friend, sit beside him and give him his usual snide, but he hesitates in his own piling guilt. It was like the time All Might had to retire. It was all his fault. If he had been stronger, he wouldn't have needed saving. His head... his head felt like it was being crushed by the sheer weight of gravity, squeezing both temples towards each other. A shaky breath escapes him suddenly, wincing before doing his best to recollect himself. He finally brings himself towards his red-furred friend. "Yo. You ain't gonna accidentally drown yourself are you? That'd be pretty funny if you did."

I'd fucking kill you if you were that clumsy.