[ His tired eyes watch as she pulls her handkerchief away, catching sight of his own crimson blood. It's not everyday he sees his own blood on someone else's tissue; it's usually when he's hunched over a dead body.
This girl is way too hard on herself. Toji gets it; he can be the same way. He was a lot like this when he was a kid and thought he could do better-- be better, Actually, be something. He knows it's cause he was bullied by his family and still, somehow, he couldn't shake their negative opinion of him. He tried not to care, enough to dull his emotions and eventually become an assassin. It was hard to even know what happiness felt like until he fell in love. Love was sweet gestures like this, wasn't it? Toji tried not to look too much into it, though. They barely knew each other. ]
I'm no good for someone like you, so it shouldn't be worth it.
[ They barely knew each other, but Toji felt like it was better that they didn't continue talking. He can already tell he'd do nothing good for her other than hurt her.
He stands to his feet and runs his nose along the back of his hand, catching any loose streaks of blood. He should probably say something else or more, but he's having a hard time finding the correct words. ]
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This girl is way too hard on herself. Toji gets it; he can be the same way. He was a lot like this when he was a kid and thought he could do better-- be better, Actually, be something. He knows it's cause he was bullied by his family and still, somehow, he couldn't shake their negative opinion of him. He tried not to care, enough to dull his emotions and eventually become an assassin. It was hard to even know what happiness felt like until he fell in love. Love was sweet gestures like this, wasn't it? Toji tried not to look too much into it, though. They barely knew each other. ]
I'm no good for someone like you, so it shouldn't be worth it.
[ They barely knew each other, but Toji felt like it was better that they didn't continue talking. He can already tell he'd do nothing good for her other than hurt her.
He stands to his feet and runs his nose along the back of his hand, catching any loose streaks of blood. He should probably say something else or more, but he's having a hard time finding the correct words. ]