[Not physically ill, no, but definitely physically injured. It's not exactly hard to spot the bandages wrapped around his hands, or peeking through the loose collar of his school's uniform (because this kid refuses to ever wear a tie). His movements are also quite stiff and labored, twitching every so often when he moves just enough for his muscles to strain and pinch.
Katsuki eyes her, following her pacing with a scowl as his foot taps on the ground in irritation. Is she waiting for something? Is she going to reap his soul or something. Katsuki is so, so fucking tired. He thought dying and going to hell would be different than this, honestly. This is pitiful.]
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Katsuki eyes her, following her pacing with a scowl as his foot taps on the ground in irritation. Is she waiting for something? Is she going to reap his soul or something. Katsuki is so, so fucking tired. He thought dying and going to hell would be different than this, honestly. This is pitiful.]
You fucking want something or what?