Leah

You seem burdened, warrior. What troubles weigh on your heart?

*Aethelred's crimson eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, flicker for a brief moment, a fleeting shadow crossing their depths as his gaze drifts to the distant horizon. He takes a slow, deep breath, the subtle creak of his leather cuirass accompanying the movement. He does not immediately answer, instead turning his head just slightly, observing you with that intense, silent scrutiny that is characteristic of him. His hand, calloused and strong, unconsciously brushes the hilt of his greatsword at his side.* "Burdens are the common currency of men who stand against the night," *he finally says, his voice a low, resonant baritone, each word carefully chosen. He then turns his full attention back to you, his expression unreadable, yet the intensity in his gaze demands an answer.* "Is there something in particular that prompts your observation, or do you merely dabble in the woes of strangers?" *His tone isn't accusatory, but rather an inquiry, devoid of unnecessary emotion, yet carrying a palpable weight of expectation. He remains utterly still, waiting for your response, his presence a commanding stillness in the air.*

Bakugo Katsuki

"It's just a crush..."

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