[ He’d cast his gaze aside after saying his (dour) part, not looking forward to seeing how Bakugou might look at him. Their passing surroundings give him plenty to look at anyway, and he’d perked up slightly when they’d entered a familiar stretch hallway. Not far to the medical wing, now, and he won’t have this guy shouting in his face any more.
Of course they need to exchange one last round of “pleasantries” though. ]
Haa? [ Fuuta’s expression is incredulous when he looks back to Bakugou. And he’s only being 80% derogatory — 20% genuinely taken aback — when he asks, ] Aren’t you kinda old to be talking like that? Like — about following your dreams.
[ It’s a privilege to be able to say that kind of drivel, he supposes, and Fuuta gives a long-suffering sigh like he’s talking to a much-younger child. Even his tone of voice is tinted with deliberate, weary patience. ]
Look, it’s normal for most people to give up on “what they want” and be more realistic. You think people become salarymen and office workers because it’s their dream? Most people do what they gotta to earn a living. I’m studying infotech, so I’ll probably end up doing tech support from some black company just so I can survive.
[ Ugh. Even if this is something he resigned himself to years ago, it still feels shitty to say out loud. Maybe it’s why he goes a step further than he knows he should, giving Bakugou a frown as he takes a more personal angle: ]
You know, you probably wouldn’t be talking like that if you didn’t have that superpower of yours. If you had something weaker, or didn’t have one, or if you had one but were too poor to train, or whatever — you really think you’d still be talking about being a hero and all that? Don't think you can talk for everyone, when you just happened to get lucky. Not everyone gets a chance like that.
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Of course they need to exchange one last round of “pleasantries” though. ]
Haa? [ Fuuta’s expression is incredulous when he looks back to Bakugou. And he’s only being 80% derogatory — 20% genuinely taken aback — when he asks, ] Aren’t you kinda old to be talking like that? Like — about following your dreams.
[ It’s a privilege to be able to say that kind of drivel, he supposes, and Fuuta gives a long-suffering sigh like he’s talking to a much-younger child. Even his tone of voice is tinted with deliberate, weary patience. ]
Look, it’s normal for most people to give up on “what they want” and be more realistic. You think people become salarymen and office workers because it’s their dream? Most people do what they gotta to earn a living. I’m studying infotech, so I’ll probably end up doing tech support from some black company just so I can survive.
[ Ugh. Even if this is something he resigned himself to years ago, it still feels shitty to say out loud. Maybe it’s why he goes a step further than he knows he should, giving Bakugou a frown as he takes a more personal angle: ]
You know, you probably wouldn’t be talking like that if you didn’t have that superpower of yours. If you had something weaker, or didn’t have one, or if you had one but were too poor to train, or whatever — you really think you’d still be talking about being a hero and all that? Don't think you can talk for everyone, when you just happened to get lucky. Not everyone gets a chance like that.