#Preplotted angst

[voice-quirked]

Aizawa shoves him, by the hair, into the brick wall outside the bar. In the alley. He looked fuckin furious. "Don't you know the words 'fuck off'?"

The blond was rather pliant, head bouncing faintly off the wall simply because he'd not been aware enough to stop it from happening. But the anger was bitter on the back of his tongue and the darkness floated at the edge of his vision; he had fucked up.

Swallowing thickly, his smile was gone, face practically blank as he waited for Aizawa to tell him that he hated him. "I can't be that direct. Everyone knows me. I was just trying to avoid a scene." Or more ridicule in the papers about him. "I'm sorry..." His voice was small, and though he was taller than Aizawa, he was also slowly curling in on himself, shrinking slowly down against the wall.

A physical attack meant little to him, but the fear of losing the man he loved so very much made it hard to breathe. Heart pounding, he sank down to his knees, uncaring of whatever might be on the alley floor. "I'm sorry..."

[krp-collective]

Preplotting everything to the nines is taking the mystery out of our potential ship. I’m as excited as you are but it’s hard to stay inspired for the date angst when you’re already naming our muse’s future children. I’m not saying they won’t work out. I’m just saying, let’s stop oocing and just play it out please.