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Denki doesn’t feel anything.
He sees the warmth in Eijirou’s face absolutely drain , it being replaced with a cold stare, mouth wide in disbelief.
He feels his heart sink, but he doesn’t feel anything. He doesn’t think he does, anyways.
And just like flipping a switch, he watches his dear friend go from warm and endearing to coldhearted and distant- with good reason to. Of course Eijirou is reacting the way he is, Denki is a traitor, a monster, a liar, a villain. It’s just that now, now it was out in the open. Now the truth is laid bare, and Denki doesn’t feel a single thing other than the sparks fizzling in his fingertips. He was a fool to even let any of this happen- bad things happen when you get attached, bad things happen when you get close, bad things happen when-
“...Denki.”
Eijirou’s voice comes out, sharp and hardened like his quirk, and Denki still doesn’t feel a thing when he notices Eijirou’s shoulders jumping up and down- he’s crying, why don’t I feel a damn thing?
“D-don’t tell me it’s true, it can’t-” Eijirou chokes up, and Denki only watches. He feels their faces getting lit up only by the abrasive yellow of his own quirk, crackling and a spark lingering, “Denki,
please
tell me you aren’t one of them, I-”
Denki sighs, why am I only sighing, Eiji is fucking crying, this is terrible, everything is terrible I’m terrible , and he crushes the spark between his thumb and his index.
“Eijirou, I’m so sorry.” He practically whispers the words- he doesn’t know why, he thought he didn’t feel anything, he shouldn’t feel anything considering the circumstances, monsters aren’t allowed to feel-
“You’re fucking bullshit is what you are.”
With flickering in his fingertips again, Denki sees a glimpse of Eijirou’s face, pure crimson and pure anger seeping through the rawness of the tears rolling down his face. He tells himself that he can’t feel anything, but his blood runs cold and his heart almost comes to a full stop when Eijirou hiccups, falls to his knees and holds his head in his bare hands. The thought of this is it, he’s finally at his most vulnerable, I can finally do something never comes, and Denki only stands tall as he looms over his once dear friend.
He crushes the spark in his hands for the last time.