Kotetsu is not the only one who likes playing in the grass. Satoru has been wandering around outside the castle, as he has most days this month. Too many bad things were happening inside, too many things that made him tense up, made him think about cold water and a stuck seatbelt and that he'd never really become a hero, had he? It was stupid for him to think that he could, that he could use Revival like the superpowers on TV.
He doesn't like seeing people suffer. He doesn't like the reminder that for every person he saves from being 'alone,' there are a hundred more that'll be isolated forever.
So he stays out here. It's happier here. It's peaceful and sunny and there's pieces of grass blowing away on the wind. He follows the source to a man sitting in the grass. For a moment, he raises an eyebrow, thinking that the man looks too old to be playing out here, before he remembers he's technically 29 and makes a face to himself, remembering how easy it is for him to fall into his childish ways.
He approaches and flops down in the grass, beaming at the stranger. "Hey! It's way more fun to do that with dandelions, you know."
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Date: 2016-11-13 07:08 pm (UTC)He doesn't like seeing people suffer. He doesn't like the reminder that for every person he saves from being 'alone,' there are a hundred more that'll be isolated forever.
So he stays out here. It's happier here. It's peaceful and sunny and there's pieces of grass blowing away on the wind. He follows the source to a man sitting in the grass. For a moment, he raises an eyebrow, thinking that the man looks too old to be playing out here, before he remembers he's technically 29 and makes a face to himself, remembering how easy it is for him to fall into his childish ways.
He approaches and flops down in the grass, beaming at the stranger. "Hey! It's way more fun to do that with dandelions, you know."