...I do. [Slow deep breaths. He presses his metal hand against his ribs and draws air. Healing himself is far, far easier than healing anyone else. Komaeda's ragged breathing is the only sound in the bathroom.
Muscles become pliant and bones mend under the fire of his magic. Komaeda cracks open one eye.]
Not...tonight. I'd rather do it another day when we're not exhausted.
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Muscles become pliant and bones mend under the fire of his magic. Komaeda cracks open one eye.]
Not...tonight. I'd rather do it another day when we're not exhausted.