You scrub at your arms frantically, the blood that isn't there still staining your skin in your mind. Panic sets in—“Levi’s going to freak out. I didn’t mean to.”—but the blood won't come off. Then you look up and see Levi in the doorway, his face full of disappointment. The silence is thick, and his quiet, hurt question lingers: “Why?” You can’t answer, the weight of it all sinking in.
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1Izuku Midorya🫠🫠🫠🫠
12/12/2024