[He can't help but feel like he's making the wrong choice. That he should have asked for time to think about it, or try to argue, or just flat-out refuse. His heart is pounding too quickly in his chest with a weird mix of nervousness and heady excitement, because it is different. It's something totally different, literally not of his world.
Can he do all that weird stuff Ryuji talked about, messing around with people's souls, taking their choices away from them? He's not sure. He probably won't ever be sure. But if it's too late to go back to Hope's Peak, even if they can ever go back... he wants to belong somewhere.
Ryuji's smile is the first time he's really felt accepted, and he laughs quietly to expel some of that nervousness before lifting a hand to gently bump the other boy's fist.]
Thanks... but I'm not making some mask out of arts and crafts to try to match you, though.
[--Can't let it get too sappy. Can't let Ryuji know just how much this means to him, though the warm smile mostly gives it away anyway.]
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Can he do all that weird stuff Ryuji talked about, messing around with people's souls, taking their choices away from them? He's not sure. He probably won't ever be sure. But if it's too late to go back to Hope's Peak, even if they can ever go back... he wants to belong somewhere.
Ryuji's smile is the first time he's really felt accepted, and he laughs quietly to expel some of that nervousness before lifting a hand to gently bump the other boy's fist.]
Thanks... but I'm not making some mask out of arts and crafts to try to match you, though.
[--Can't let it get too sappy. Can't let Ryuji know just how much this means to him, though the warm smile mostly gives it away anyway.]