it’s not like he looks down on the male, honestly he needs to learn that people who worries about him are not trying to do that, kirishima will never do such thing, he worries because he cares a lot for him, he wants bakugou to open up, to rely on him just as he relies on him and he knows to achieve such thing would be hard. the male is stubborn, always keeping his feelings hidden, always dealing with his problems alone, always carrying a huge burden on his shoulders and kirishima wants to help but the other keeps pushing him away. does he really trust him? he is yet to answer that though…
“why won’t you let me ease your troubles? i’m not looking down on you…” his head lowers breaking eye contact with the other. “i worry because i care a lot and just saying not to do it won’t make me stop…” a low sigh leaves his lips. “you still didn’t reply my question though… you… you don’t trust me fully, do you?”
Kirishima’s words spread through his system like a foreign toxin, stinging his nerves and making his bones chatter. He looks up to him in the dim of the lightlocked kitchen, eyes seemingly glowing. He does trust Kirishima, he trusts him with the blood that runs beneath the brut of his skin, but never a chance to cough up the words that hurt his throat so, like they were locked in his throat for all eternity. He cannot be vulnerable. He cannot even allow weakness to taint what is left of his broken body. He turns to Kirishima, his mouth opening to alleviate the situation, but instead, something he wished he didn't say comes out.
“ How ta’ hell am I supposed to trust you, when I cant even trust myself? ”
