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BAKUGO FELL AGAINST THE WALL outside Recovery Girl's office, sliding down it until his knees were level with his chin and he could fold his arms across them, dropping his head onto his forearms and sucking in a deep breath to stop the tears that might come.
He could hear Y/N's choked sobs through the wall, each one of the raw sounds making him want to cry even more.
Why had he reminded himself of Katsumi? As soon as he'd thought of his cousin again, the same sadness that he'd been pushing down for over a year had surged up and overwhelmed him. He didn't know how he could bear to be around Y/N now - not when she was so like Katsumi in every way.
How fucked up ... he'd been so mean to a dying girl. Sure, it wasn't like he was nice to anyone, especially not since Katsumi had died, but he'd made sure to at least tolerate people who were in the same boat his cousin had been in.
I'm a fucking asshole. Bakugo didn't say the words, but he definitely meant them, especially as he heard the pure fear and hopelessness filling every one of Y/N's muffled cries.
He stiffened, hearing the sound of footsteps nearing the door, and he spun to his feet, hiding around the corner.
