“What’s with the look, huh?”

Satoru acknowledges his pouting sibling, seeing a look of distress on their face. He knows his twin like the back of his hand, it doesn’t take much for him to know what’s wrong. He cups their face, examining them to see if there’s any new cuts or bruises on their features that weren’t there before.

“Look, I get it… we’re both the strongest and all. But you still gotta remember your own limits… quit taking bullets for me when I don’t ask for it.”