[ Shouta immediately picks up on Ochako's discomfort, and is hit with another pang of guilt. ]
You don't have to talk about it. I'm sure I'll remember on my own, anyway.
[ Even as he says that, flashes of memories are playing out behind his eyes... he remembers pain, and fear unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He remembers the scent of blood, and vaguely... he remembers an awful, unbearable crawling.
Even just the memory of the sensation is enough to make his skin pale slightly. Swallowing, he does his best to clear his mind, turning back to the girl in front of him. His student, who needs him. ]
Are you- okay? [ It feels like a stupid question, because she's clearly not. But it's difficult to know how else to show his concern. ] It sounds like you've been going through a lot.
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You don't have to talk about it. I'm sure I'll remember on my own, anyway.
[ Even as he says that, flashes of memories are playing out behind his eyes... he remembers pain, and fear unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He remembers the scent of blood, and vaguely... he remembers an awful, unbearable crawling.
Even just the memory of the sensation is enough to make his skin pale slightly. Swallowing, he does his best to clear his mind, turning back to the girl in front of him. His student, who needs him. ]
Are you- okay? [ It feels like a stupid question, because she's clearly not. But it's difficult to know how else to show his concern. ] It sounds like you've been going through a lot.