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prompt / not acc. / @praestrictus
hands shake, body aches, he can’t move. why can’t he just MOVE? no— not can’t. WON’T. his legs REFUSE to move and he is stuck in fear that he should be able to overcome because it’s the path he’s chosen but he cannot. he is too slow and he doesn’t know what’s worse, the thought he might very well die here or the thought that he wasn’t ON TIME.
the thought that he is stuck, staring as the event unfolds, a bullet moving towards him after he’d been shoving their classmates forward and out of the way. and then— SHOUTO. SHOUTO. shouto.
why?
❝ SHOUTO! ❞ his name rips through him and he finally moves, feet launching as he leaps to grab him as he falls, by his side in only a matter of seconds. he doesn’t think, just acts. he activates his quirk, the heat and flames licking at his calves as he moves at impossible speeds.
and suddenly they are out of sight from the scene, and he carefully sets shouto down, already moving to try to help. THERE’S SO MUCH BLOOD. he’s scared. this was his fault, had he just— no, he needs to act. ❝ hold on… this might hurt. ❞
he rips off his tie, he’s never done this, only in practice knowing it might be part of being a rescue hero and… some rescue hero he’ll be if all he can ever seem to do is get the people he loves hurt because of his ineptitude.
