My Hero Academia
please dont think of me
by Grimmseye
Kirishima takes a breath. He realizes, suddenly, that he’d stopped altogether, and gulps in the next several inhales as he hits the streets at a hurried pace. The babble keeps up, the voices change, but no one is talking. He can hear them like they’re speaking directly into his ears, but the lips that move don’t match up with the words. It hits him: He’s not hearing their voices, then. A sick feeling curls in his guts. These are thoughts. About him. (Inspired by / For Syblatortue)