[He doesn't know why. He couldn't explain it. But somehow, for whatever reason, that answer makes his heart ache with love for her. She doesn't see it at all. She doesn't get it. The things she saw of him . . . somehow weren't the ugly parts. She sees the good in people, no matter how pathetic they are, and still she hates herself so much.]
No.
[Shaking his head, his claws curl in the hem of his collar. Nervous, somewhere under it all, despite everything. Because he never has before. Because he doesn't want to. Because, because, because.]
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No.
[Shaking his head, his claws curl in the hem of his collar. Nervous, somewhere under it all, despite everything. Because he never has before. Because he doesn't want to. Because, because, because.]
I'm talking about Haruno.