[ Christ, this kid's getting on his nerves. He'd been listening to those rebukes with an increasingly sour look his face, and Fuuta just wrinkles his nose at those last words before snapping, ]
Are you fucking done? Acting like you've got it all figured out?
[ It's uniquely frustrating, hearing this sort of idealistic nonsense coming from someone who probably does have it all. How else could he maintain this much egotistical optimism? He'd bet anything that this loser's never had his hopes squelched before, has no idea how lucky he's been. ]
Do you have any idea how irresponsible that is? Telling people delusional shit like 'you can just do it if you believe in yourself' and 'hard work will let you accomplish anything'? Are you gonna be there to provide backup if someone gets their hopes up and then gets crushed, huh? [ The bitter edge to his voice definitely stems from personal feelings, obviously in the way his nails briefly dig in where he's still grudgingly holding onto Bakugou's shoulders, and Fuuta glowers for a moment before averting his gaze. ] Feels good gassing people up, doesn't it. Since you get to pretend you're being such a big hero, saying all that inspirational bullshit. But it's not your responsibility if things go bad, either. It's all their fault they're not good enough. Works out real good for you, doesn't it.
[ It's followed by a hard click of the tongue before Fuuta shoves at Bakugou's chest, trying to disentangle himself from that bridal carry. Up ahead, just a short length down the hallway, there's a sign on the wall -- BROKEN WING. ]
Whatever. We're here, so put me down, now. You can fuck off and pat yourself on the back for being such a good hero.
[ His chest still aches pretty bad, but he's at least caught his breath enough to talk, so he figures walking down the short stretch of hallway should be manageable. Probably. ]
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Are you fucking done? Acting like you've got it all figured out?
[ It's uniquely frustrating, hearing this sort of idealistic nonsense coming from someone who probably does have it all. How else could he maintain this much egotistical optimism? He'd bet anything that this loser's never had his hopes squelched before, has no idea how lucky he's been. ]
Do you have any idea how irresponsible that is? Telling people delusional shit like 'you can just do it if you believe in yourself' and 'hard work will let you accomplish anything'? Are you gonna be there to provide backup if someone gets their hopes up and then gets crushed, huh? [ The bitter edge to his voice definitely stems from personal feelings, obviously in the way his nails briefly dig in where he's still grudgingly holding onto Bakugou's shoulders, and Fuuta glowers for a moment before averting his gaze. ] Feels good gassing people up, doesn't it. Since you get to pretend you're being such a big hero, saying all that inspirational bullshit. But it's not your responsibility if things go bad, either. It's all their fault they're not good enough. Works out real good for you, doesn't it.
[ It's followed by a hard click of the tongue before Fuuta shoves at Bakugou's chest, trying to disentangle himself from that bridal carry. Up ahead, just a short length down the hallway, there's a sign on the wall -- BROKEN WING. ]
Whatever. We're here, so put me down, now. You can fuck off and pat yourself on the back for being such a good hero.
[ His chest still aches pretty bad, but he's at least caught his breath enough to talk, so he figures walking down the short stretch of hallway should be manageable. Probably. ]