[ the interruption startles Juno, static-shock jolts him out of his dark brooding, and he flinches away from it with a sharp spike of shame. it's an automatic reaction, not even thinking in the moment about who the hell is yelling at him and why they care — he's come out of that mess with a guilty conscience, and a part of him was just waiting for the backlash. so it doesn't matter what the source of it is, he'll take it.
indignantly: ] (Nothing!) [ since he's still, emotionally speaking, bleeding all over the place like someone knifed him and left him in an alley, he realises almost immediately that this isn't going to convince anyone. instead, he tries a much more compelling explanation: ] (I was— We were just—)
[ he's off-balance from Nureyev, hasn't managed to shake his keening distress and it makes it too easy to get flustered. he needs to pull himself together. what does Bakugo care about their personal drama, anyway? he got a decent read on that kid and he's really obviously not the type to get involved in someone else's problems — unless they affect him, Juno realises. oh god, he's Nureyev's Brood. this timebomb is one of Nureyev's, that's a disaster, that's stupid and. and it's unfair. in the wake of that fumbling conversation with Nureyev, with all the awful bruising heartache on Juno's chest right now, that just seems... unfair. the one connection Juno actually wants, and it's so much easier for someone else.
he grits his teeth; digs his heels into anger, irritation, rejection. he's got plenty of practice with pretending not to be injured, it might as well come in handy here. ]
(The grown-ups were talking. Alright? And I didn't ask for a goddamn audience.)
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indignantly: ] ( Nothing! ) [ since he's still, emotionally speaking, bleeding all over the place like someone knifed him and left him in an alley, he realises almost immediately that this isn't going to convince anyone. instead, he tries a much more compelling explanation: ] ( I was— We were just— )
[ he's off-balance from Nureyev, hasn't managed to shake his keening distress and it makes it too easy to get flustered. he needs to pull himself together. what does Bakugo care about their personal drama, anyway? he got a decent read on that kid and he's really obviously not the type to get involved in someone else's problems — unless they affect him, Juno realises. oh god, he's Nureyev's Brood. this timebomb is one of Nureyev's, that's a disaster, that's stupid and. and it's unfair. in the wake of that fumbling conversation with Nureyev, with all the awful bruising heartache on Juno's chest right now, that just seems... unfair. the one connection Juno actually wants, and it's so much easier for someone else.
he grits his teeth; digs his heels into anger, irritation, rejection. he's got plenty of practice with pretending not to be injured, it might as well come in handy here. ]
( The grown-ups were talking. Alright? And I didn't ask for a goddamn audience. )