[Izuku peers at the blonde through his mess of darker bangs, green seeming to search Bakugo's red. He swallows, pursing his lips before they part slightly at the insistent reassurance from the other. As he lets the words sink in. Some logical part of him knows that it doesn't matter how many times or how firmly Bakugo might reassure him. Neither of them could guarantee anything. Not yet. Not against this.
And yet. The rest of him savors hearing it all the same. Wishes and hopes for it. Wishes they could promise, guarantee it. He wants that. All he wants is to know that everyone would be fine in the aftermath of what was to come. That Bakugo would be alright. Even he, with all his optimism, is fighting to keep it burning quite so strongly. But he does start to feel some of that tension leave his body, his fists uncurling from being held quite so tightly at his sides.]
no subject
[Izuku peers at the blonde through his mess of darker bangs, green seeming to search Bakugo's red. He swallows, pursing his lips before they part slightly at the insistent reassurance from the other. As he lets the words sink in. Some logical part of him knows that it doesn't matter how many times or how firmly Bakugo might reassure him. Neither of them could guarantee anything. Not yet. Not against this.
And yet. The rest of him savors hearing it all the same. Wishes and hopes for it. Wishes they could promise, guarantee it. He wants that. All he wants is to know that everyone would be fine in the aftermath of what was to come. That Bakugo would be alright. Even he, with all his optimism, is fighting to keep it burning quite so strongly. But he does start to feel some of that tension leave his body, his fists uncurling from being held quite so tightly at his sides.]