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Kirishima hated the silence that sat heavy on his tongue. The weight that stilled his voice and wrapped around his throat like a threat. He hated it. He wondered, his tongue feeling like lead in his mouth, why it was called a silver tongue. Silver was heavy. How would one properly speak with a silver tongue? How could you talk, deceive, promise, or express? Kirishima didn’t know. Of course, he didn’t know how to speak with a tongue made of flesh either. 

Denki was loud. Loud and stupid and dumb. Sometimes it was better to be silent than dumb. He would rather people ask why he wasn’t speaking than why he was the way he was. He would have to look at himself, really look at himself, if someone asked why he was so dumb. He didn’t want to do that. He would rather not talk. 

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