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"Here."
Shigaraki lends his gaze towards the small item between my fingers.
"What's that for?"
"It's chapstick! You know, for–" I pause to wag it vaguely in front of my own lips, expecting him to understand. After all, who wouldn't understand?
Unimpressed and potentially insulted, his frown deepens as he grumbles.
"I'm like this because of my quirk. Shouldn't you know that? Besides, it doesn't matter."
It's my turn to frown, although with less of an edge to my tone.
"Chapped skin is nothing to ignore. I'm just trying to be nice."
"I didn't ask you to be nice."
"Look, it's just a suggestion. Try it."
"I should count this as some form of discrimination."
"What!? No, that's not it at all! Listen–"
His finger is suddenly pointed in my direction as I flinch, worried he might be more upset than previously thought.
"Your lips aren't looking too great either."
As if by instinct, I pull my mouth into a firm line, acutely aware of the dry, flakey skin. Talk about embarrassing. I popped off the top and made quirk work to apply the chapstick before retorting.
"That was different! The weather's been bad where I live–I get freeze burn."
He scowled, turning away from me.
"Excuses. That doesn't even make sense."
"It does so! It's also temporary. You, on the other hand, need moisture."
"This is becoming weird and annoying, and if you don't drop it, that mouth of yours won't be the only dry thing."
Naturally, I would not die over something so small. But I snuck some Aquaphor into his jacket pockets when he wasn't around.