[she always sounds so firm, like she's constantly steeling herself against an expected blow. the waver in her voice, however faint, speaks the volumes that she has trouble saying in her own words.
aizawa can't help but reach up with his free hand to cradle her head there against his shoulder, briefly, stroking her hair once before turning to press his mouth to the crown of her head. i want to protect you.
he certainly does.]
...tough shit, Price. I'm already out to do just that.
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aizawa can't help but reach up with his free hand to cradle her head there against his shoulder, briefly, stroking her hair once before turning to press his mouth to the crown of her head. i want to protect you.
he certainly does.]
...tough shit, Price. I'm already out to do just that.