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[Oh. Fuck.

That warmth in his chest twists, flooding his vision and squeezing his throat until he feels like he can't breathe. He can tolerate tears. He's learned to do that. He'd always appreciated his own group of friends, and he figured they didn't hate him (for some reason), but he hadn't put it into words.

Denki was just emotional because he had been tortured in a different universe and now he was in another universe and things were fucked up. That had to be it.

Any other possibility can't even be entertained.

Even though he tells himself this, he doesn't react the way he wants--that's natural--for him. He doesn't insult Denki, or push him away, because if he does he thinks that might be the last time he sees him. He doesn't realize he's stopped moving or breathing until he finally exhales shakily.]

C'mon. S- Sit down.

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[Denki pulls back from Bakugo a little too quick when he tells him to sit down, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment.. he usually doesn't let himself get this emotional honestly, but now that he thinks about it the last time he had was in front of Bakugo back in that horrid place. Something about him just makes it easy to lose it, he guesses.]

S-sure! Right.. I-I came here for a completely different reason, didn't I?

[He laughs a little, while wiping his eyes with the back of his hand as he makes his way to the nearest seat. God.. he came to tease Bakugo and then this happens..]