day four

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i feel myself growing more distant.
each day, when i approached you,
you would push me away in an instant.
hey kacchan, do you hate me that much?
i wish that one day, we could have lunch
again like we were little. we sat together
under a tree, no worry
of what people might see.
whether it be hugs, hand holding
you were always there for me.
what happened to that kacchan?
was it your quirk?
was it your overwhelming desire
to do hero work?

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