- baby: A-a
- mom: Apple? Say apple.
- baby: *jumps*
There were times when Godai wanted to be held.
It wasn’t something he said outloud, or something that was actively on his mind. As he lay across a cool bench in a city who’s name was thirty letters long, though, it came to his mind.
And it lingered, for hours, in which he couldn’t sleep.
Godai wanted to be held for the times he had inconvienienced people, still trying to learn. He wanted comfort for the times he’d been pulled out of his life and thrown into Kuuga’s. There we no regret, not now, not ever, but the warmth of someone telling him ‘you did good’ without a word was something he desired.
Most of all, he wanted to be hugged and told ‘you did what you could’ for all of the times he rushed as fast as he could, revved his bike as quickly as it would go, the times when his legs were numb from how fast he’d forced himself to move…And people still remained glassy eyed on the concrete, dead before he was able to save them.
Godai wished more than anything that he’d been able to get there that much sooner, fight that much harder, so that those smiles could remain as well.
Even so, he still wished to be held, because no matter what, he knew he’d done his best.—————- FIRST OF ALL, HOW DARE YOU.