Shinji Matou (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spirithacker) wrote2017-10-26 01:25 pm
spirithacker) wrote2017-10-26 01:25 pm
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Shinji Matou
this is shinji, if you send me anything inappropriate i'm telling my parents and then the police
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[Stopping short, barely inside the doorway, and the hand that had been ready to close the door behind her freezes]
What memory?
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[Not her name, and the metal parts were weird, but it looked and sounded like her, so - so-]
She stabbed me - right through me - she's the one who killed me-
[He might not have died in that memory, but he knows. It's impossible for him to have survived a wound like that for long, no matter how talented he might have been.
Sakura is the person who killed him.]
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[she wishes she'd closed the door, suddenly -- the feeling's gone out of her legs, threatening to sink her to the floor. Inside her mouth she feels her tongue flap uselessly, for excuses, anything to say.]
I-- but I--
[Jaw clenched, she tries her best to stay strong. Is this not what Shigaraki said might happen? That she'd have to push and be the adult? It's for Shinji's sake, so she must do it, ignoring how terrified he is or that she feels her stomach coil into knots.
And when she opens her mouth, there's... a giggle, this broken noise that sounds of glass shards.
「 It was so easy. 」
She slaps a hand over her mouth.
「 If I'd known I wouldn't feel anything, I would've done it a long time ago. 」
No. No no no--
「 Look, Senpai. I was crazy from the beginning. 」]
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Sakura stares blankly at the floor]
... D-do you want me to leave?
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No, no - that's not right. That's just a noise that someone makes when they don't know what to say. That's not Sakura laughing at how terrified he is of her after remembering being killed. She would never.
She would never kill him, either, but it's impossible to get the cruel smirk her face wore out of his head.]
...I don't know.
[He doesn't know anything except that he doesn't want to deal with this memory.]
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(of her)
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I-I'm sure the memory was scary. [God, she tries to keep her voice steady and curses herself for that tremble at the very beginning] Here, I'll -- I'll go get dinner, and then bring it for you.
We can always talk later, when you're ready.
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[That's easy. He still needs dinner. Life goes on when you remember that you died.]
...You can just push it under the door if you want.
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... But it's what she'll probably do. There's another tight smile as she steps back, door still open]
Okay.
... I'll talk to you later, then.
[With that, she'll very quickly take her leave, closing the door before he can see her expression break]