the further and the worse he goes, the more his breath catches in his throat. he ends up pulling away and pushing Tsuyu's shirt up to look at the scars on his chest quietly, and ends up tracing his thumb over the edges of each and every one of them, like he could hear their story through touch alone.
when he's done with that, he leans in to follow the same path with his lips, and it's an infinitely soft gesture that it's barely stronger than a breath. ]
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the further and the worse he goes, the more his breath catches in his throat. he ends up pulling away and pushing Tsuyu's shirt up to look at the scars on his chest quietly, and ends up tracing his thumb over the edges of each and every one of them, like he could hear their story through touch alone.
when he's done with that, he leans in to follow the same path with his lips, and it's an infinitely soft gesture that it's barely stronger than a breath. ]