#hitoshi angst

[short-black-diamond]

The other woman. (part 3)

Previously: {part one}, {part two} 

Next: part four - Izuku’s end

So, this is the third part and uhm, it’s basically how the reader gives birth to her child (only vaguely) with shinsou slowly falling for the reader, before singing at that concert where Izuku sees her for the last time, then a time lap, and Izuku meets his teenage kid in the future, but only after you reluctangly and hestitantly agreed to let your child meet their father. 

Your name is Yena. I make the rules in this story.

Warnings: Angst, You hate Izuku, Izuku is depressed, he meets his child after sixteen years, and uhm, yeah- 

And my biggest warning:

LONG. ASS. CHAPTER.

Read.

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{...Last time : }

“You-you’re pregnant?!”, he yelled, eyeing you with owlish eyes. You winced from his loud voice and shushed him.

“I fucked him a few months ago and now I’ve got the baby. Now drive me away from this shitty place. Please.“

After some while, you felt Shinsou trying to say something  and you sighed before urging him to tell you what’s been on his mind as he drove you into your new house-but...could you even call it a house?

It was...so much more than that. (I’ll explain it later.)

“Well, i think that after you two had sex did he stop meeting that other woman. what was her name again? Uraa- Uraka-“

“Uraraka Ochaco. And you’re the person who’s fitting perfectly in my case. Please, Shinsou, for the love of god. Register yourself and tell your underground-hero friends to do the same or my job will only consist of tracking down my own collegues. You guys are taking that whole “underground-hero” thing way too seriously.“

“A-ah..shit, sorry.“

...

Another day. 

Another day, without you. Without finding you. looking for you. investigaing where you might’ve headed of to. But...

Nothing. 

There wasn’t a single trace of you, wherever Izuku looked. He grabbed countless women by the shoulders because they had your silhouette or hair or a similar voice to you. But he was met with angry snarls and a loud: “Piss off, cheater!”

And, well, Deku hadn’t cleaned up in weeks, not even showered and he was sure to get an infection on the uncleaned parts of his body. But not that he cared anyway. 

The house was a mess and so was he; stinking, messy, and a big chaos inside. 

Still, he kept searching for you, posting flyers, screaming your name everyday until he was hoarse, and even giving up on hero work. 

That one thing that was one his dream - which he had already reached - now lightyears away and out of his mind, where his brain had only one function. 

Finding you. and apologizing. 

He should’ve known not to mess with you, actually. He’d known you pretty long, and he knew that you’d do this. 

You even warned him.

...

“Say, Izuku, would you like to know what I’d do if you cheated on me?“, you asked the freckled man next to you, arms length from each other on a relaxing weekend day. 

The man whom you were freshly married to quirked a brow at you, an offended expression on his forehead. He lifted a finger. “First off; I’ll never cheat on you. Second, tell me, so I’ll prove to you that it’ll never happen, sweetheart.“

You only smiled bittersweetly at him before you took a deep breath. “Well, first, I’d make you make me pregnant. Then, I’d act like you failed to give me a baby and avoid your touch. 

But then, after some time, I’ll make you reeeeeaaaaallll drunk, with some self-made dinner. Then, I’d hold some divorce paper right in front of your face. Of course, your mind would be too far gone to even comprehend what the hell would be in front of you, so you’d sign it without thinking. 

And then...I’d dissappear with nothing but returning some rings, and a goodbye-letter.”

Izuku stared at you for a moment before chuckling. “Is that...i-is that really how you think of me?”, he asked, choking the paper cup in his hand, too lazy to drink from a glass. He’d have only cut his hand.

You only shrugged your shoulders. “I’m just telling you. Everyone can cheat. But, the ones who choose not to and tell you what is bugging them about you or if they find somebidy they think is more fitting to them...I think that that’s better than cheating.”

“You’re right. And again, I promise that I’ll never cheat. Okay?“, he understood your actual threat as a joke and went on about his rants to a new pro hero. 

“Yeah yeah.“ 

We’ll see about that.

...

Now, he understood. ‘make me pregnant.’, so, you wanted him to give you a baby. And he did, right? 

‘you failed to give me a baby and avoid your touch.’, you did that too. 

Then, you invited him, asking him to try it again. But he never came to do that because  ‘ I’ll make you reeeeeaaaaallll drunk,’, And he couldn’t read the letter because it was a divorce paper. He choked back a sob. 

His phone rang and he still had the pathetic hope of you calling him. Still, to his dismay, it was just Bakugo. “Oi, the fuck are you going?! Go home!”

“My home is...gone, Kacchan...“, Izuku croaked out before wailing on the ground. It was getting dark and he was only a few feet from his house away.

Katsuki, on the other end, pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance before running from his spot behind a lamp post to bring the cheater into his house. It was Katsuki’s turn to look after Izuku this time.

...

Another day. 

Another slay. 

That was your motto. 

Now, as Japan’s number one model and singer, even though you have just given birth to your beautiful son Isamu, a few months after you’ve divorced with Izuku. 

Even though you had stretchmarks, you were considered beautiful. You became a role model and gave every pregnant woman, a woman about to give birth, or mothers and women, no matter if young or old, the motivation, to do their absolute best and not to be dependent towards their husband, to which they had to pray on not getting divorced either. 

Your parting with Izuku and divorcing him has made such a big movement that there has even been a holiday named after you. It was the birthday of your son. and whenever the day would arrive, you’d celebrate his birthday, and the world would celebrate your healing and strong soul and also listening to your music.

You have made so much money that you bought many enormous abandoned buildings, ruined them, and built shelters, schools, homes, orphanages, libraries and whatnot out of those buildings, with giving all the people who were earning not enough money the chance to bring healthy food to their families. 

The same was with villains. You had found every single one of them with Shinsou and gave them the opportunity to make a better version of themselves. And though hesitantly, they agreed. Now, they were happy workers at various of your companies and were happier and had much less worries than before.

Even the tough or dangerous villains avoided you. Because they respected you. A woman, dependent of her husband, the number on hero, to say the least, still studying, finding out he cheated on her, breaking down, getting pregnant, divorcing him, releasing personal information, vulnerablitiy, and then becoming a role model for other women and small girls?

To think of divorcing the number one hero? Starting again from the bottom, creating art from scratch? Becoming an independent woman?

the villains, bad guys and vigilantes were looking up to you. Because of you, there had been a year nearly completely without murder, stealing, quirk usage in form of attacking the weaker person. Because of you, Japan could breathe again. Because of you, villains and heroes had stopped fighting each other for a long period of time. 

All because of you. You, who got cheated on. You, whom Izuku promised that he’d never cheat on you. But he did. 

You, who was so, so heartbroken when you found out, but you didn’t let it show on your face. you never showed any kind of fear or weakness in your entire presence, whenever you stepped into the public eye. 

Instead, you became the woman that everybody adored and felt like protecting. Because you were pregnant when you flew out of college, you were pregnant when your parents yelled at you for divorcing the number one hero, that it was a stupid decision to not stay with a rich man, even if he cheated on you a number of times. 

You were pregnant when you visited Inko Midoriya, to say goodbye to her after you told her everything. You, who had to stay strong yourself and not break down in front of the mother of your cheating husband. You, who was pregnant when she sobbed and apologized and begged for forgiveness over and over again. you, who was pregnant when she asked you if she’d ever see you again, or ever get to see the baby. 

You, who was pregnant when you answered that, “Yes, you can come visit me. But don’t tell Izuku that I was here. And don’t show him this adress.”, giving her your living location. 

And you, who was no more pregnant when stepping out of the labour with shaking legs, before Shinsou carried you to his car, securing your son onto the baby seat and driving off to your house. 

It was a mansion, as big as a village, with many servants and housekeepers. Many people lived with you, but it was alright. Your son would get a good childhood here, that much you were sure off. 

And speaking of Shinsou. you and him got very close, but none of you felt like falling in love any time soon. you also only thought of him as a brother or a good friend, Shinsou did so too. 

Or so you thought. you always missed the way he looked at you fondly, looking after Isamu when you were passed out on the couch and smiled. 

If only he was your husband. 

...

Now, everybody was waiting for you to make an appearance on stage, your one-year-old son at home with Shoji (another close friend of yours). 

You were not nervous. you knew who this song was to. you knew Izuku would be somewhere in the crowd, watching you with tears in his eyes. But he wouldn’t be able to get past the thousands of fans of yours to get to you and apologize. 

You breathed in and out. the curtains in front of you opened and loud cheering roared to you, as you watched all the people who came to see you. 

To hear you. 

You sowly lifted your hand and formed it into a fist. by the time your fist was closed, everything got quiet. 

“Hello, my dears-except for one.”, you greeted. You heard laughter and boo’s, along with clapping with cheering. You took a deep breath. 

“I guess you already know me from the countless interviews...and my songs...and my photos.“ 

The fans clapped again.

“But, I wanted to get this one thing out of my chest. This one person, whom I couldn’t have done this all. Give it up, to your former number one hero; DEKU!!“, you screamed, and the whole stadium went nuts, except one person. Deku.

He only watched you. After so many weeks, you were happy. You glowed like a diamond under the stage light as the spotlight was focused solely on you and how good you looked in that dress. 

He was such a shithead for cheating on you. Loosing you. And his child. 

But, he was happy. Happy that he could at least find out that you called your son Isamu, and that Isamu was born a healthy child. Happy to see you again. Happy to see you smile, even if he’d never get to see it again. Even if the possibilities of seeing you could be erased completely out of his head. But still, he was still glad he came. He washed himself, shaved, and looked like a decent man for once. 

Now, in a suit that covered his fat belly, which he was ashamed of having from not working out for a long period of time, but he couldn’t hide his chubby cheeks. Not that he cared enough. I mean, he did care, but he didn’t when you wouldn’t see him. 

“Now, this is a completely different song, but I guess you already know the title. Some of my...special fans, have already found out about it. Aaaannnnd they also posted it, so I couldn’t make it a surprise. But...Um...I think the title is-“

“FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE, YOU MOTHERFUCKIN’ CHEATER!!!!“, the crowd roared, and you laughed. 

If Izuku was feeling nauseous from getting glares from getting inside the concert, he was surely terrified now. There were thousands of women around him, who were all screaming the same thing. and he was the target audience.

He wanted to dissappear. These people could come at him all they wanted, but he’d do anything to get to at least see you again. and he did. When Izuku saw a letter, with your name on it in one of his many emails one day, he opened it all too eagerly. But then it dawned to him that it was just another one of your steps. Although you didn’t tell him, he began to understand you now-

he...only began to understand you...now?

He was together with you for the longest time! How could he not know you?!

“That’s right my dear people. Now-“

The band started playing, and you started with your song. 

“Oh, hi, handsome~

Aren’t you a little too hard to get some?“

Even though you were singing in a jazz voice, smooth and calm, you were making fun of Deku, but he deserved it, after all. The people laughed.

“Oh hi, sweetheart, 

why did~ you-break-my-heart~?“

The crowd ‘aww’ed.

“Oh~ my dear...

I fear~ that here~ and now~, 

Our fates are going down....“

you voice went down by the last word and the audience was silent, and it kept on for the rest of the less-than-five-minutes song.

“...You shouuuuulllld, 

Yeah, you should~

Fuck out of my, life~ 

you motherfuckin’ cheater~!

Get back with her, 

cause you always meet her!“

As the song ended, you looked Izuku dead in the eyes. 

“Fuck out of my life, you motherfuckin’ cheater.”, you said monotonely and the crowd screamed. 

Izuku didn’t see you in person since then. His life...fell apart. Uraraka knocked on his door many times, but then she gave up and went away with some Shindo guy. 

And as the years went by, you got prizes for making such a big movement with your divorce that you got promoted as the woman of the year.

He always followed your streams, live’s, posts, blogs and whatever stuff you did. He looked at you through a screen with tired eyes, but still, a smile on his face. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Until the utility got cut through and he couldn’t afford the prices. Somehow. (-> All Might+Pro hero merch, But most of it your merch)

...

You couldn’t believe that sixteen years have passed ever since. Now, you were in your mid-thirties, and chatting away with your son, who had your eyes and his father’s unruly, curly dark green hair and freckles. He also had your skin colour and the nose was also more like yours. 

He didn’t attend the hero course. There were still villains out there and crimes and other bad stuff, but since that incident before Isamu’s birth, you were glad that your son didn’t make the same decision like his father. 

But, all good things had to come to an end, didn’t they?

“I want to meet my father, Ma.“, Isamu pouted, his eyes, the same as yours, but much lighter, looking for attention on that sensitive topic. 

You took a deep breath. “Listen, Isa, I just-”

“Ma, I will take out my USB-stick for drastic measures like these and give you a five-hour long powerpoint presentation on why you should let me meet dad.“ 

You were a little scared on how much Isamu resembled Izuku in terms of character and personality, but oh well, like father, like son, right? 

“Don’t call him that. No ‘father’, no ‘dad’, no...male parental noun in this household. Got it?“

“Yes, but-“

“I know that I promised you over and over again and there was always something coming in between those plans sweetie, Mommy knows that,“, you gently took his hands into yours. 

“BUT, I cannot promise to be at my best behaviour when we get there.“

Isamu looked at you with a confused expression. You sighed. “Isamu...there’s a lot of reasons why I’m never talking about...him. In front of you or in your hearing area. I’ll explain everything as we get to his house. Okay?”, you asked, putting a multitude of cleaning supplies, paint, cleaning brushes, gloves, dishes and other stuff with you that could fit into your new bought car, to which your son was even more confused. 

Then he began to panic. “W-w-wait, should I, like, change clothes? Take something with me? Or...?”

“No. Just...take your phone and keys. I might...stay over at his place.“, you only answered, a dark look on your face. He didn’t want to ask anymore questions when you to climbed into the car and drove off. 

...

Shinsou knew about you going over to...Midoriya’s place, and he didn’t like the feeling in his gut at all. 

Were you going to forgive Izuku for what he did? No, Shinsou knew you. 

You were doing it all for the sake of Isamu, your son. But still, Shinsou had a very bad feeling about this.

...

“This...is where you lived? With him?”, Isamu asked in deibelief upon seeing that rotten house in front of him. 

Meanwhile, you were beaming with happiness. “Time to say hello, don’t you think?” You scrutinised the...place, in front of you. Bushes, plants and animals have made themselves a home in Izuku’s front yard. 

The terrace was covered in spiders’ webs and many washbears lived in the corners which were hidden behind big trashbags, in which the washbears have cut holes to find food. And they found plenty. 

The windows were dusty and dirty and the curtains were drawn. No need to peek in. Isamu took a few items from the stuff you packed and you put them into a backpack. Then, you brought another backpack from the backseat and put the rest of your supplies into your other bag. 

You sighed before looking over to your son, who looked still unsure about all of this. You couldn’t stand seeing your only reason to be alive and happy like this, and you gave him a small hug. “We can go home if you want to.”, you murmured, combing through the younger boy’s hair. 

He hugged you back, but, “I’d like to meet the jerk who broke my mother by cheating on her when he promised that she’d be the only woman he’d have eyes for. I’m sorry for grandma Inko though.” 

You were sorry too. But only a little bit. “Well, let’s go then. I bet he’s still in there.”

With a few knocks came no response. Even when you did it a good number of times and even used the nerdy all might bell that screamed “I AM HERE!”, no answer. 

Only a weak and pathetic “...Leave me alone...” coming from inside.

You groaned. “YO DEKU, MOVE YOUR CHEATING ASS OVER HERE! I’M HERE WITH MY SON, NOW OPEN THE FUCK UP!!!”, you yelled angrily, making your son flinch. 

He had only ever heard you this loud when he got bullied and the bully’s parents didnt want to apologize. You made them beg and cry on their knees for forgiveness in five minutes. 

Suddenly, it seemed like there were plenty of people inside that small maison, because in the next seconds, you heard crashing, groaning, hissing, something breaking again, and panting. 

And to your horror- but absolute ego boost- a panting, overweight, fat, months long beard having, not once having showered in a long time Izuku. 

He was still wearing his All Might merch. After all these years. His hair was a mess, he reeked of alocohol and fast food, and dirt and grime. He had morningbreath and his eyes looked like they could use a good hundred years of sleep. 

Isamu felt like crying, that much was he disgusted by his own father. “This is the guy...who you...and he is...my...What?!”, Isamu asked shocked, eyeing his ugly dad. 

“...Y-Yena?...Is...is that really you?“, he asked slowly, not believing his eyes. Then he fell unconsious. You only sighed again. “Isamu, please be so kind and call the ambulance.“

...

“It must have been a grat shock for him to meet his...um...ex, after so many years again. But it could also be from the alcohol or lack of sleep, or the unbalanced amount and type of food he consumed.”, a nurse said, blushing in your presence, and looking to the side. 

Another nurse comlimented you over and over again. But you liked it. You still asked yourself if they’d talk to you like that if you weren’t famous though. Probably not. 

Isamu held your arm, being surrounded by a bunch of people was never good for him. The nurses cooed over him a few minutes ago but with your intimidating glare they quickly stopped and acted on their job. 

“When will he be ready to leave?“, you asked, eyeing the man sleeping on the bed. It didn’t make you feel any better when that familiar scenery reminded you of the countless times he’d had to be brought to the hospital. 

“He will wake up in a few minutes. Just give him some time. And um...“, the first nurse started...looking up shyly at you. “c-could you, uh, sign...your autograph?“, they said, giving you a picture of you posing with your Isamu in your belly, smiling at the camerawoman. “Sure.“, you smiled, taking a marker and writing your name on the glass covering the photo cautiously. 

Then, Izuku stirred awake, confused by the change of location. 

Taglist: @smikys-stuff, @ayanies​

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GUYS, I promise that I WON’T STOP MID STORY again.  

I promise, okay? 

:) 

What should I write next? I mean, I already know what I’ll be doing, but I want to read what you guys would like to say about it! 

Until the next chapter!

[hitozy]

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ― shinsou hitoshi ᴇxᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ― 1.1K ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇ― zombie apocalypse au just because. this is a drabble guys but i’m using this format to stay organized, i keep losing my things ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs― angst, fluff, sad but with a happy ending :) also, mentions of death and corpses. nothing too explicit.

hitoshi shinshou’s first kiss was bitter, salty and heartbreaking.

he had once hoped that the government could fly in and save him, he had wished for the helicopter to land on the school rooftop and save him with his peers, but that wish to be saved soon turned to never being saved.

because having the government arrive to the school, having them land on the roof and come inside of the bared up classroom meant they would have to do a search. meaning, they would notice if any of the survivors were bitten.

he couldn’t risk having them kill you because of the bite.

you weren’t even dangerous, many of his peers had been skeptical on letting you back inside when they noticed the chunk of flesh missing from your forearm. they had left you in quarantine when shinsou objected on evicting you from the room, and thankfully enough of the others voted the same. surprisingly bakugou being the loudest of them all, calling them ‘useless extras’ as he made his point on how not dangerous you are. he was getting ready to have to lose you, so it was a surprise when instead of getting worse, you got better. the bite mark healed and your senses heightened, plus you could go outside the room and not be disturbed by the other flesh eating creatures.

he knew it would be happening soon, they had all seen the helicopters arrive on buildings that were too close to the school for them to ignore, and shinsou was in pieces at the idea of losing you. he needed more time, he needed to stay even if you were opposed to it. what he didn’t expect was to receive a drone with a message about rescue pick up for the next morning.

thanks to you, the had made it all the way to the rooftop before sunset and while everyone was happy to be leaving soon, shinsou’s heart was breaking, his head splitting in half at all the ways it could go wrong for you tomorrow. he tried to play it off, act nonchalant and excited with his peers. but when the sun had set in the horizon and only stars could be seen in the night sky, you laid down beside him on the floor and held his hand.

“i want you to go with them, toshi.”

there had never been a sentence that filled him with so much pain, such a terrible sense of heartbreak than that. he wanted to oppose to it, reject your desires and make you reason with him, even if he knew you would be right.

you didn’t let him, though. when he opened his mouth, you leaned in and kissed him. your lips were soft against his, gliding in slow motion as if you were trying to memorize the feeling of his lips against yours, the sensation of his warm body against your cold one. when you licked his bottom lip, he couldn’t do anything but comply to your request, tongue’s searching, tasting, mapping out each others mouth. you bit his bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from him and he reached out to pull you against him, his fingers tracing patterns at your exposed skin.

he tasted the tears that flowed steadily through your eyes, or maybe it was his own at the realization that you might not have this again.

shinsou never though that his first kiss would taste so bitter.

neither one of you slept that night, shinsou could get rid of the knot in his throat of his unspoken requests. ones he was sure you would never comply to and when the sun came up, helicopter landing as the armed men took his peers inside with their things, shinsou stood by your side, holding your hand.

as they make their way towards you, he pulls you in his arms and whispers in your ear, “i promise, i’m coming back for you, so stay alive. please”, and ran back, grabbing the two officers on their way and shutting the aircraft.

“they can’t come.” was all he said when they asked why you were still there. apologetic looks and annoying gazes of sympathy were thrown his way, the only comfort he accepted was denki pulling him in his arms, bakugou’s warm hand on his back as the tears flowed from his eyes, deku trying to clean his tears as his sobs grew louder the further they flew from you. 

it took them years to accept that the virus had evolved, and there were people that had gotten bit but could still function as the normally do, the only difference is the lack of interest from other unevolved zombies and their new heightened senses. when the search for these individuals was brought up, shinsou didn’t waste a second to sign up.

he had spent so many years searching, advocating and experimenting for this day to come, he was not going to sit around for you to be brought to him. he promised he would come back, and he is.

‘zombieland’ as they were now calling it, had taken a spiral downwards, and the place he had once called home, looked more like a wasteland. buildings crumbling, streets covered in blood and corpses, some of them from the unevolved ones having starved to the point that the virus ate its own body.

he was getting worried, the thought of this happening to you in the front of his mind and he knew his peers noticed it, todoroki’s hand rubbing comforting circles on his back. his anxiety spiked up when he noticed the rooftop of the school covered and even stranger was how empty the closed campus was. where there was once a swarming army of the unevolved dead, there is nothing but crops of fruits and vegetables.

as they landed, he noticed a small figure standing on the side of the crops, looking up and run closer. tears welled up in his eyes as he took in the sight of you, whole and complete running to him.

he didn’t care what the pilot said or who he had accidentally punched as he ripped open the helicopters door, because there you were, older and more beautiful than ever.

hitoshi shinsou’s second kiss was filled with dirt, tears and the sweet taste of relief. your lips just as soft as ever, but your body was a bit warmer to the touch. you tasted of peaches and strawberries, of home and the sob that interrupted your kiss was proof enough of how much he missed you.

“you kept your promise!” you exclaimed from his chest, the helicopter blades coming to a stop behind you both as footsteps came closer.

shinsou couldn’t even care that he was an emotional wreck to the crew. he smiled through his tears as he leaned forward to kiss your forehead, taking in your presence.

“i could never break it, because its you.”

[messenger-of-stupidity]

I’m crying, so all of you need to cry too. Suffer with me. My brother was messing around with a translator, translating random Japanese words to English since we found out that yuuei has the same kanji for hero which is essentially eiyuu instead (Yes we’re late to the party, i know). That’s how it started. 

He told me that my mom was gay in Japanese which was great. But what really hurts is Hitoshi’s name. 

Hitoshi Shinsou means Equal Truth. 

*EQUAL* Truth

LET HIM BE EQUAL GOD DAMN IT THAT’S THE FUCKING TRUTH!

[pocky-girl-scenarios]

Comfort

Hitoshi x Reader Angst WordCount: 834

Quirk Info: Telekinesis. User can move objects with their mind. If used too much, user develops a migraine and nose bleed. They may also pass out if they push themselves too hard. 

“H-Hitoshi?” You called through the shut door. “Are you okay? You haven’t replied to my texts or calls in a few days.” 

“Go away,  please.” Hitoshi called out with a hoarse voice. 

“Hitoshi, I just want to help if something’s wrong. Please let me in.” Leaning your ear against the door you tried to make out any sounds of movement coming from his room. It was quiet for a few moments before you heard footsteps coming closer to the door. 

Creaking open, Hitoshi’s eyes landed on you. The usual bags under his eyes were darker and hair was messier than you had ever seen it. Your chest tightened just looking at him in this state. 

“Hito-” Your voice cracked as a lump in your throat when you tried to speak. Tears came to your eyes. “Toshi… Can I come in?”

Hitoshi grunted, moving to the side and finally letting you into his room. The state of the room shocked you. There was furniture turned over, a few broken glasses, and clothes strewn about with the drawers they were once in. 

Arms wrapped around your waist as Hitoshi hugged you from behind. He rested his forehead against the crook of your neck and let out a big sigh. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. 

“You don’t need to tell me what happened. Just let me be here for you, please don’t shut me out.” You spoke softly, as though speaking louder would break the boy clinging to you. 

Gently, you pulled his arms off of you, and led him to his bed. Crawling in, you made him lay with his head on your chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist once more, but not before grabbing one of your hands and put it back in his hair. Chuckling gently, you resumed massaging his scalp. 

Looking around his room, you sighed and activated your quirk. Objects began floating around and drifting back into its designated spot. The drawers that weren’t broken went back to place and the clothes folded themselves. Broken glass floated into the trash can in the corner, and the broken drawers beside it. 

Once everything had been straightened up, you brought your attention back to Hitoshi. Your left hand was nestled in his hair, while your right trailed along his arm comfortingly. Feeling a wet spot grow on your chest, you attempted to lift his face up to look at you. He refused however, grunting and hiding his face by your neck. 

“I know I said you didn’t need to tell me what happened, but I… I just want to know you’re okay. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before and i-it’s really scaring me.” Your voice cracked a few times as the lump returned to your throat. “You know you can trust me.”

“Why don’t the others trust me?” He whispered, barely heard by you. “I haven’t done anything, but as soon as others hear about my quirk… it’s like they’re repulsed by me. Like I’m a villain.”

Understanding what must have happened, you pulled him even closer. Cradling his head to your chest, you attempted to calm him down as emotions welled out of him, causing him to begin sobbing. It hurt to see him this broken inside. Years of everyone thinking his quirk would lead to him being a villain had gotten to him. You knew it bothered him, but he had never hit the breaking point before. 

All you could do for him at this point was lay there and hold him.   

You sat him up right and sat in his lap, straddling him. Laying a soft kiss on his forehead, you made a trail of kisses down to his lips. Ending with a kiss that was sweet, but full of love. His lips followed yours as you pulled away from him, wanting another kiss, but you held his face in place between your hands. 

“Toshi,” You whispered. “I know it’s hard, but don’t listen to what those asshats are saying. You know yourself better than anyone, and if you know you’re not going to be a villain then you’re not going to be one. Your quirk can be used for so much good. If their tiny little minds can’t see that, then they aren’t worth your thoughts. They’re all idiots and they’ll see that one day.”

Hitoshi smiled at you, placing one of his hands on your hand that held his face and nuzzling into your touch. 

“You always know the right things to say.” He said, pulling your face to his. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You were just yourself.” You replied, giggling and pecking him on the nose. “I knew that what the others tried to say as so called warnings about you weren’t true. I saw you for you, and not what other tried to say you were.”

“Thank you for believing in me.” Hitoshi whispered before meeting your lips. 

MASTERLIST

[emmyrosee]

If your nails dragging along his lower stomach and the loving kisses to his temple weren’t going to wake him up, the surprise tackle from his 30 pound three year old straight to the chest would.

“Told you I’d sic her on you if you didn’t get moving,” he hears you chuckle mercilessly. He tries to wrangle the scrambling child on top of him, but his movements are far too clumsy from their interrupted sleep. “Breakfast is almost done. It’s your favorite, so you’d better be at the table in ten, boo-bear.” He hears your slippers shuffle as you leave the room, leaving just him and the little backstabber in his warm bed.

“I told you not to call me that!” He grumbles at your leaving form, knuckling his eyes and turning his attention up at the tiny traitor, who’s still bouncing excitedly on her knees. “Why do you let her be so mean to me?”

“‘Cause mommy makes better strawber’ milk,” she says confidently, and he can’t even try to fight the amusement that wants to splay on his face.

“Well,” he sighs. “Can’t argue with that.” She giggles and rests her forehead against his, blinking those doe eyes innocently at him, and he groans as he tries to bury his face away for just a little bit more rest.

Too early for her to be so damn cute.

“Five more minutes,” he grumbles into the pillow. His daughter pokes his cheek, making his eyes peel back open again, bleary with exhaustion but still able to make out the adorable determination on her face.

“Go away.“

“Mommy says we gots’ get up now,” she pouts, once again prodding his forehead, this time with a finger.

He smacks his lips and casually blinks his tired eyes, an arm darting out to pull and clutch the small child to his chest, fighting back the smirk as she kicks and laughs to try and get away from his playful hold.

“Mommy doesn’t tell me what to do,” he hums, nosing at her wispy hair while she finally stills and burrows closer to his chest for snuggles. “You listen to me. I’m the boss around here.”

“Okay dadda!”

He pauses once she goes quiet.

“Don’t tell her I said that.”

Osamu, Kuroo, KIYOOMI, SUNA, Hajime, BAKUGO, Shinsou

[summerlovingbaby]

Accidents Happen

tw: self harm and mentions of attempted suicide

Hitoshi heard whimpering coming from one of the spare bedroom at the end of the hall. He was on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, because the air had grown fairly hot in the night.

He remembered when he felt like that. When the day felt so bad, and the nightmares felt so real that it made him sick. He quietly pushed open the door, careful not to make it creak, careful not to wake the two other adults just down the hall.

He smelled a smell that smelled all to family and brought back to not so distant painful memories. He felt bad for her. He had been in the girls' position not so long ago, and he remembered how each painful moment felt.

He kneeled on the side of her bed and debated waking her up. This was probably the most peaceful sleep she had in a long time, despite the fact that she was having a violent nightmare.

“Y/N.” he gently shook her awake, causing her to sit straight up in the bed, neck hairs standing up. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“Hitoshi?” she quietly questioned, wiping the sweat off her brow. She caught the look on his face and assumed the worst. She tried to get out of bed, but her legs felt stuck to the uncomfortable plastic-like sheets. “Did something happen? Do I have to go back?”

“No..no nothing like that-”

“Is it Eri, is she okay?” she pleaded.

“She’s fine.” he urged. “It’s okay, everything is okay, I swear.” he whispered. 

He watched her face settle into a mix of stress and content, and watched her muscles grow loose. Her eyes fell on the spiderman comforter, and she wiggled her nose trying to ignore the presentiant smell. Then she looked at him, waiting for him to speak, he didn’t know what to say, so thought about what Aizawa said to him, not so many months ago.

“ I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be embarrased, or worried, or feel bad about it, okay?” he watched her nod sligtly. “ I think you may have had an accident.”

“ Accident?” her eyebrows moved together and her mouth formed into a line confused, before her eyes widened in realization and she grabbed the egde of the comfoter and through it off the bed, landing on the floor right next to Shinso, who payed it no mind. “ Oh god.” Her hand flew to her mouth, as she tried to come up with a reasonable excuse, only for her mind to draw a blank. “ Oh my god. I’m so sorry-”

“There’s no reason to be sorry. It was a accident.”

“ I wet the bed.” she muttered to herself. Like she was still trying to get herself to believe it. 

She had been through so much, and yet she was still behaving like a child, not only that but she had managed to embarrass herself into a person that she desperately wanted to be her friend.

“ I wet the bed.” she repeated. 

“ It’s okay, it was an accident.” Hitoshi muttered, he saw her trying hard to cry.

“I’m sorry-”

“Please don’t apologize.” he said, he really wanted to stroke her hair and rub her back, but was afraid to touch her without asking. “ It was accident. Accidents happen some time, things like this happen some time.”

“ I wet the bed.” she said again, her eyes widened as tears fell freely down her face, “ I’ll clean it up, I swear. I will-”

“ It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry. That doesn’t matter.” He spoke, his voice was calm. He knew the melting pot of emotions that she had to be feeling. It was clear that she was upset, but even then she was worried about fixing the mess that she made.

“ I’ll clean it up I promise, and I can sleep on the couch-”

“ Don’t worry about that right now. How about you go to the bathroom and clean up a little, and I’ll take care of this-”

“ You don’t have to-”

“ I insisit.”

“ You can’t tell him, you can’t-”

“ I won’t, I promise. Now go shower, I’ll be here when you get back.”

20 minutes later, she came back with a fresh pair of pajamas, and a hanful of dirty ones. Hitoshi had given her a pair, and they were much to big, the t shirt stopping mid thigh, and the boxer shorts hanging of her hips. The socks were mismatched in a unironic way. It would have been an unusally funny sight, if it weren’t for the fact that it was clear that she had been crying in the shower.

“ I didn’t know where to-”

“ It’s okay, I’ll take them on my way out.” he whispered. “ I gave you an extra blanket, in case you got cold.”He was always cold when he first moved in. The doctors guessed it was the years of malnutrition and about every diffancy known to man. “ Bed’s all yours.” he motioned to the bed. 

“ You won’t tell him-”

“ No.” he spoke plainly. Like he was talking to a mirror. He would know exactly what she felt like, he was in her position not more than a year ago. “ Are you sure you don’t want to talk to him-”

“ Yes.” she said quickly. “ Please.”

“ Is there a reason?”

“ I don’t want him to get rid of me, if I’m too much trouble he’ll get rid of me.” she spoke, it was a manic mutter. His face softened, he knew that desperation, that need to be perfect that want to stay safe, she wanted to be safe. That need to not be too much, to not be sent away.

Hitoshi carefully walked towards her, and pointed, before asking if he could have a seat. Y/N hesitated before nodding softly and looking away. She was tired, that itself was clear, the prominent eyebags gave her away.

“ He won’t get rid of you, I promise.”

“ How do you know, when you’re so...” she searched her mind for the word. Settled on one, opened her mouth to speak, decided it was offensive and didn’t say anything else.

“ It’s okay, You can say it.”

“ Good. You’re so good.”

“When Aizawa had first taken me in I was.... I was alot like you.”

“ Broken?”

Hitoshi shook his head and extended his hand to the bedside tissue, so he could wipe the tears out of her face.

“ I was fine, but one night after Mr. Mic took me out to the store I saw my mothers husband. At the time I was fine. I was a bit scared, yeah, but I thought I was fine. But Aizawa ended up having to wake me up. Turns out I wet the bed. Right through the streets all over the matress.”

“ I hardly even know him and I really don’t want to disappoint him.”

“ I think he’ll be more happy that you reached out to him. He really just wants to help, y’know?”

“ I don’t want him to send me away.”

“ He won’t. I know he doesn’t seem like it, but he is very forgiving and kind. He just wants to help, y’know.” he spoke. Y/N seemed to burry herself in a bundle of inescapble slelf pity. “The first night I got her, I drunk all his alcohol threw up over his balcony before taking a knife from his kitchen and trying to kill myself.” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Y/N wanted to laugh, he always seemed so put together and calm. There is no way a boy like him, used to be so broken. So unfixable.

“ Yeah right.”

“See.” he pulled up the hem of his sleves and saw a long scar running along his wrist. Y/N’ s mouth fell open and she chewed on her bottom lip.

“But you seem so... okay.”

“ It took some time to get there, but I’m getting to be okay.” he shrugged. “ You’ll get there to.” he added. “ You’re doing better than I was, you haven’t thrown up over the balcony yet so.”

“ When did it stop?” she asked, looking up at staring at the wall. “ The bed wetting?”

“ I don’t remeber the day-”

“Why did it stop.”

“ I don’t know, they just did. It still happens sometimes, maybe once a month or so.” he whispered. “ Talking to him helped. He’s really good about that stuff. I know he doesn’t seem like it but he’s comforting in a weird way. He always knew how to make me feel better.”

“ I can’t-”

“ He won’t get rid of you.”

“ Becase it’s embarrasing, I’m ebarrased. I feel so pathetic, like a baby.”

“ I get it. Boy do I get it, but not talking about it, it only hurts you.”

“ Eri has never wet the bed-”

“ It’s a trauma response, a normal truma response that alot of people have.An that doesn’t make you any more pathetic, or give you any reason to be embarrased.”

“ I would be really embarrased if I threw up over the balcony.” she shrugged and glanced up to look for his approval to he smiling and bitting back a laugh.

“ Really funny.” he laughed. “ You’re really funny.”

Y/N wore a ghost of her smile as Hitoshi waved her goodbye and started to leave. He picked up the pile of laundry and made it halfway before she called out to him.

“ I’ll think about it. Talking to him I  mean.”

He nodded, that’s all he could ask of her was to think about getting help. Forcing her to talk would have been bad, so she planned on not going back to sleep, and thinking about it.

“ If you need anything, I’m just down the hall.”

And with that, he closed the door behind him, leaving Y/N with a half smile, and thoughts of getting help.

P2

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[izvmimi]

cw: suggestive, lovers to exes

shinsou watches you carefully as you stand at the edge of the bed, back turned towards him while you fiddle with rehooking your bra, then pull on your t-shirt. there’s something missing in the way you put your clothing back on hastily rather than slowly and seductively, a cheeky smile flashed in his direction as you would have just a little over half a year ago. the love is clearly gone, even if you’re here with him in this moment. love is drained out of the way you called his name.

it upsets him, but there’s not much more he can say. is it fair for him to ask you to love him too, on top of being willing to fuck him?

“you’re in a hurry,” he asks bitterly, anyway.

“yeah, i’ve got work in the morning,” you offer. your voice is quiet and too polite. you offer him a smile, and he knows it’s not completely genuine.

you give him a better smile. he’s seen it.

he swallows his pride and says it because he needs to -

“you can stay the night.”

you pause and give him a look. shinsou can feel his heart beat rapidly in his chest, but you? your insides twist instead, but your heart remains steady.

you enjoyed the sex. you really did. but it’s true, your heart doesn’t beat the same for him, not the same way it did right before he broke it, right before he said he wasn’t sure what future you had together.

“i.. i really would rather get home,” you say decisively. 

shinsou swallows hard again, saliva and shame, the taste of your pussy still on his tongue.

“okay.” he says. there’s no way to feel smaller in this moment. you offer him a smile, and he shrinks even more.

“thank you, hitoshi. for everything.” you offer.

he doesn’t respond.

on your way out, you get a text. shinsou doesn’t see it, and it’s a good thing he doesn’t, because it brings a genuine, warm smile to your face.

[oogiedoogieboogie]

✨✨Been dead for a while so have a Spider-Man/Marvel!Erasermic Family AU that’s been living rent free in my head for like 3 months ✨✨

[amaya-writes]

Hii I’d like to request headcannons of shinsou with an extroverted s/o. Like she’s friends with everyone and she can make anyone warm up to her. Maybe make it angsts like if he calls her loud or something. It’s up to you ❤️

Notes: I haven't written for Shinsou in so long damn maybe I should write a drabble or something for him

Warnings: slight angst (more like hurt to comfort tbh, slight anime spoilers ig

Characters involved: Shinsou Hitoshi, mentions of other 1A and 1B students

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The first time Shinsou met you, he thought your personality was suffocating.

It wasn't anything against you, but as he saw the way you bounced between friend groups so easily like an avid social butterfly just seemed to irk him. It didn't help matters that you were somehow on good terms with everyone, whether it be 1A or 1B.

The sight almost had him forcing himself not to like you, to not just be one of the dozens of people who got tricked by your bubbly personality and became just another name at the back of your mind.

He hated people like you, or at least, he thought he did.

It wasn't until his first session ended that Shinsou realised just why everyone seemed to like and care for you. It was because you cared for them.

You barely knew him, yet somehow as the class ended and everyone fawned over Midoriya and his injuries you seemed to almost automatically gravitate to the purple-haired boy standing against the back of the room as if he hoped for the wall to just eat him up.

It wasn't much, really. The two of you barely talked if at all and Shinsou found himself constantly contemplating whether he could get away with using his quirk to make you go away.

Yet as the days progressed and he became an official student of the UA hero program, Shinsou found that he had come to enjoy your company.

At first, he just thought of you as a bridge between him and the rest of the first years, someone who was on his side of the court, yet as time went on Shinsou found that he actually liked you.

The realisation had him immediately pushing you away in an attempt to convince himself that it wasn't true.

Shinsou the reclused socially awkward guy with the scary quirk falling for the one person who was basically his opposite? It was impossible.

People had already pointed out time and time again how weird it was to see the two of you together as friends since you were so different, so he couldn't begin to imagine what they would think if the two of you started to date.

Perhaps that was why he found himself getting unintentionally rude to you, saying things that had you getting quiet in a way that bothered him more than he would have liked to admit.

It was only after Aizawa knocked some sense into him by referencing his friendship with Hizashi that Shinsou finally seemed to realise how stupid he had been.

By then he thought it was too late. He had called you loud, annoying, and god knows what else even though he knew that was one thing you were insecure about: of being seen as a nuisance.

Once he realised how wrong he was, Shinsou couldn't help but blurt out a confession the next time he saw you.

The two of you moved forward quite easily from there. He apologised for being an asshole and your happy, bubbly nature seemed to return.

Shinsou might have been the one to ask you out, but you were often the one to take the wheels in your relationship and plan dates or initiate PDA.

In fact, as much as he didn't like admitting it, you were also the one to kiss him first after your second date.

Everything just seemed to fall together so easily with you.

He would help you with your schoolwork, you would help him with his quirk, he would make sure you didn't hang out with people who secretly didn't like you, you would make sure he hung out with people.

In fact, Shinsou had gotten so used to having you in his life that the first time the two of you fought he didn't know what to do with himself.

It was just a misunderstanding, yet even after such a small fight he found himself avoiding you for a bit.

The two of you moved forward from that, but he should have known then that once you had a real fight things wouldn't end well.

He had yelled at you. Like actually yelled while fat tears rolled down your face as you watched your boyfriend of almost a year tell you to go away and never see him again.

It's not like you had meant to break his mouth piece, and Aizawa had already gotten the support class to ensure that it would be fixed before the next day so he wouldn't miss any classes.

That day Shinsou realised why he didn't want to be friends with you in the start. Things just came easily to you. You were smart and pretty and knew how to talk to others but weren't overwhelmingly optimistic or annoying.

In Shinsou's eyes, you were perfect. He just hadn't realised that you thought the same about him too.

It was ironic how he hadn't realised it before. Of course, two people who were opposites would hate themselves and think the other was perfect. That was the way of the world.

Yet somehow, once he dropped by the 1-A dorms and saw you crying on the front step with Mina comforting you, Shinsou realised that he was wrong.

He didn't hate himself, in fact, he hadn't hated himself in a while. You made it impossible for him to think that way when you looked at him like he had placed the moon in the sky.

And Shinsou thought that way about you too, he had just never allowed himself to admit it.

That day, as the two of you cuddled up to each other and for once Shinsou was the one clinging onto you as he apologised sincerely, he realised that it didn't quite matter if you were opposites.

In fact, that was what made the two of you work.

You were like two halves of a whole, Yin and Yang that could only be completed with each other. He had just been too blind to realise it before.

[saetoru]

"I'm not leaving you here." + shinsou <33

𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 | 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈.

there is a lot shinsou has had to put up with in his time. he’s put up with his dreams being a phantom of reality, he’s put up with a whole lot of training to catch up on, he’s put up with assumptions that he knows aren’t true—but mostly, he puts up with you. you’re a handful to pick up when you’re drunk, and even though he insists you should go have fun, he can’t help but inwardly dread the aftermath—the one he’s experiencing right now.

“go away,” you snap, crossing your arms at him. you’re so stubborn, and shinsou’s had quite enough of this back and forth business with you, drunk or not. with a heavy sigh, he plops himself back down in the drivers seat, shutting the door beside him.

“i’m not understanding what the issue is here,” he says flatly, and your face scrunches into a scowl, and he has to physically force himself not to roll his eyes—otherwise you’ll only be even worse to handle.

“i’m not going inside with you,” you grumble, shooting him a dirty look before looking off to the side. shinsou is not known for being a sugar coater. he’s never been one to soften his words or butter them up, and even though you know that, you can’t help but hold it against him right now as he speaks.

“why not? quit being difficult—”

“you said i’m too much,” you glare at him, putting the words in finger quotes, and he stares at you in absolute bewilderment. how can you put words in quotes when they’re not quoted in the first place? “so i’ll be too much out here so i don’t bother you,” you slur through a hiss.

there’s a moment of silence as he processes your words, and you huff before angling your body away from him once more. any other time, he’d smile a little at the way you sway, but right now, he’s not in the mood. and shinsou is a patient man. he holds it as a virtue and follows it firmly—it’s gotten him this far. he’s a man of good morals too. he doesn’t ever want to use his quirk on you, and he hopes he never has to.

except right now, he thinks he’s seconds way from using it to force you out of his car and into your shared apartment if you don’t get out yourself.

“when did i say that?” he challenges, and you raise a brow as if to accept it.

“you basically did. you rolled your eyes at me and sighed. all because i asked if we could get food from that—”

“yeah, because i had to turn the car around. i already asked you if you were hungry and you said no,” he argues. he fails to see what he’s done wrong here, and he also fails to see why you can’t just be mad at him over nothing from at home instead of in here.

“then i changed my mind. people are allowed to do that,” you pout. “you didn’t have to be so rude. apologize.”

“apologize?” he repeats, shock lacing his tone. you nod seriously. “no,” he says blankly, and you shrug, crossing your arms and sinking further into the car seat.

“then i’m staying right here.”

“well, i’m not leaving you here,” he says just as stubbornly, and you shrug at him again as though you don’t care. but there’s a small part of you that’s a little touched that he’d stay in the car with you, even if he could be comfortably scrolling through his phone in bed right now.

“guess we’ll be here all night then,” you mumble, and shinsou stares at you with a weary look. you’ll be falling asleep pretty soon, and he wants you changed and under the covers before you’re sleepy—you’re even more unmanageable that way. with a pinch of his nose, and an exasperated sigh, he turns back to you and rolls his eyes.

“okay, i’m sorry. let’s go home now,” he offers, holding his hand out to you. you stiffen for a second before slowly turning back to him, and to his relief, your hand is placed in his after a few moments of your calculating stare. whatever you seem to have looked for, you must’ve found it because now, there’s a soft smile on your face.

“it’s okay, toshi. i forgive you,” you smile, patting his cheek. he purses his lips because really, there’s nothing to forgive, and you’re just being dramatic, but he doesn’t open his mouth. he’s not in the mood for another meltdown, and he really just wants to stop wasting the gas of his car as it stays running.

“thank you so much,” he says blandly.

“of course,” you say with a giggle, reaching and poking his cheek. you miss the first time, and the second, but you eventually get it the third, and he can’t fight the fond grin that tugs on his lips. “love you.”

“love you too,” he snorts, shaking his head. “now please get out of the car,” he pinches your nose affectionately, and finally, you open the door and let yourself out.

shinsou watches as you wobble on your feet, and with a roll of his eyes, he climbs out his own side and makes his way over, tightly wrapping an arm around your waist and keeping you steady.

and you are too much sometimes, but he thinks it’s just because you’re more than enough.

[pikaminari]

If Shinso was a villain with the LoV would Kurogiri subconsciously care for Shinso because of Shirakumo’s relationship with Aizawa?

Something Kurogiri can’t understand or put his fingers on about this kid just makes him want to take care of him. The tired bags under his eyes, his no bullshit attitude, the capture scarf, his affinity for cats, all make him feel something like nostalgia, but that doesn’t make sense.

Bonus if Shinso became a villain after UA and the inner Shirakumo recognizes that if Aizawa cared for Shinso then there must be something special about him, and he should continue filling that paternal role for Shinso in place of Aizawa.

[potionpins]

how are you alive? 🌹

@shinkami-events

[m-u-g-i]

I'm Sorry, Beautiful

Pro-Hero Shinsou x Quirkless Chubby Fem Reader

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Genre: Angst to Fluff

Summary: Being married to the amazing mind-controlling hero, you've been receiving vulgar comments due to your size and the fact with you being quirkless. Therefore, your mental health began to disintegrate and your physical health wasn't too far behind. Being ignorant of your health, your husband comes home after having a horrible day at work, unleashing his emotion into you, not realizing the kind of result that would occur later.

NOTE: The following consists of vulgar language, potential harm, emotional and verbal abuse, mental health problems, and medical acknowledgment. Please keep in mind there is no expertise in any medical events and the circumstances taking place are pure fiction for entertainment purposes. The author will hold no liability of offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive to any of the said topics.

Y/N P.O.V.

"Why of all people did he get with that fat chick?"

"Useless little twerp"

"He deserved better"

"At least have a quirk, you stupid cow"

These are just the "nicer" comments and messages I've received today.

~~~~~~~~~~

With my husband being the one and only Hitoshi Shinsou, it came to no surprise to see everyone murmuring about our marriage. Majority of the time, the gossip consisted of insults and judgmental statements made by his fans toward my weight or quirklessness.

And well, they were right.

I mean, Shinsou became part of the top 10 heroes, adored by the entirety of Japan, and the man's definitely one of the most attractive beings anyone could lay their eyes on. Plus, being an alumni of the infamous UA Academy, one of the most prestigious schools in producing a few of the first class heroes, his credibility increased rapidly. Someone of my stature would have been the last thing society would have thought to be his spouse.

What about me?

While being a quirkless yet simple woman who wanted to live a simple life away with from spotlight, I've aspired to become a music teacher. Growing up, constant degradation and bullying had me develop a concerning immunity from it and despite it all, my work ethic played as a distraction to push myself forward.

The original plan was to graduate high school, rent out an apartment, attend college, major in music and teaching and earn my Bachelor's Degree to become a music teacher, yet things quickly took a drastic turn.

First meeting at his favorite cat café, I was fresh out of high school, working to save up for college while he continued his training to gain his legitimate Hero's License. Being a regular at the café, it piqued his interest seeing a new employee and never did he think he'd gush over something other than kittens or a good cup of coffee.

With every good and bad day at training, when he wanted to de-stress at the café, I would be there, always working overtime and there have been numerous occasions when we were alone in the café and making comfortable conversations about each other's interests, hobbies, daily lives, friends, families, so on and so forth. Though completely petrified of his possible reaction, I decided to reveal my quirklessness. Instead of being disgusted, he simply smiled and embraced me, grateful I was able to confess such a secret to him.

From them on, our relationship became quite tight and proceeded years later. Right then, he finally earned his Hero License with me becoming his first and Number 1 supporter of his soon-to-be successful career.

Even after a while of tiresome days and gruesome villains, he told me the ability to muster up the courage ask me to become his girlfriend had to be the most difficult task he had fulfilled. I had become so eager to decline, afraid of the possible disappointment I'd cause him because of my size or quirklessness, however, he was quick to reassure my doubts, stating how my physical being does not affect the emotions he feels when being around me.

As he began to climb the charts, he had become more busy with patrols, meetings, fan greetings, villains, and so on. His face became known to the public eye incredibly quick, so it didn't take long for people to discover our marriage. Though he was ecstatic of the life he had achieved, I felt alone and insecure with my thoughts and those brutal statements being sent to me. Already being at the breaking point, who knows how long it'd take for me to shatter.

Though I was hesitant, I accepted his offer with our marriage being an end result. Moving in together, our financial status had been considerably stable considering my husband's occupation and by the coercion of said man, I have resigned from my job and been able to attend college.

Key word: coercion, not consensual.

Afraid to argue or anger--and with 2 months of convincing--I let him do what he wanted.

Life was amazing. Well, at least for him.

Author P.O.V.

Today is your birthday and every year on your birthday, you both would bake and decorate a cake of your choice before going out to the arcade to hang, the mall to shop or wherever you felt like going. Later, you both get something to eat and then, finish the day with a night stroll in the park with the cherry blossoms decorating nearly all the trees in the area. Cherry blossoms have always been your favorite flowers and well, your beloved husband always kept that locked in his mind.

Due to drowning yourself in work, it had been a week or so since your last genuine meal, yet you were ready to discuss matters with Shinsou and hopefully, have an amazing time with your spouse. Although, he hasn't been picking up your calls or answering your texts. With it already past 5 pm, the usual time he'd return home, he wasn't there, so with a melancholic heart, you began to bake a simple vanilla cake and decorated it with pure white frosting and coconut shavings. You then topped it with red lettering stating "Happy Birthday" before refrigerating it. Finally finished at 6:45pm, you waited a bit longer until your beloved husband returned.

You waited....

And waited....

And waited....

But, nothing.

The clock struck 8 pm and with a disappointed sigh and tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you decided to whip up Shinsou's favorite, fried rice with beef.

'Maybe he's busy. The least I can do is make him a homemade meal' you contemplated, attempting to remain optimistic.

After an hour or so, you set up only his plate, ready to dine, but you decided to wait once more, in case the man of violet locks came back to your humble abode. Yet, your hopes were left in vain as 2 more hours passed.

Tears finally escaping, you've given up on being patient for your lover and decided to contain your husband's plate in plastic wrap, placing it next to your cake in the refrigerator. Almost striking 11pm, your front door flew open as the man you've long awaited for finally arrived with his boots dragging and stomping with every step. Wiping away your tears, you gleefully forget your recent sorrow.

"Toshi!"

You run into his arms, only for him to weakly push you away, obviously exhausted.

Confused and concerned, you make eye contact with Shinsou, noticing the sticky sweat dripping from his forehead, dirt and debris decorating his face and costume, his eye bags in a darker shade, the slump in his posture, and just over all burnt out. Understanding of his condition, you remained silent of the special occasion and decided to tend to your beloved husband. Well, at least try.

"W-Welcome back, love. How was w--?"

He held up his hand in motion to silence you, to which you obliged.

"Not right now, Y/N. It's been a long day and I just want to sleep."

"Well, I-I made dinner. It's your favorite. You should eat before you sle--"

"No, Y/N. Again, I've had a long day and I just want. To. Sleep," he clarifies in a much rougher tone. Refusing to allow your husband to starve, you grab his plate and place it in his hands.

"I understand, babe. B-But, it's late and I don't want to go to bed without a proper mea--"

He then throws the plate to ground, completely shattering the dish and wasting the very delicacy you've worked so hard in making for him. You jumped and almost sobbed at the action.

"SHUT UP, Y/N!" He exclaims, anger visibly breaking his patience.

You flinch at the sudden burst.

"WHAT BY 'I JUST WANT TO SLEEP' DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!"

"T-Toshi, I just wanted t-"

"I'VE HAD TO WORK ALMOST 6 MORE HOURS BECAUSE OF ONE STUPID VILLAIN WHO WANTED TO RAMPAGE THE AGENCY BUILDING!! NOW, MY SIDEKICKS ARE HAVING A PAY-CUT TO PAY FOR DAMAGES AND MY OFFICE IS F***ING DESTROYED!! THE LAST THING I NEEDED TODAY WAS TO COME HOME TO YOUR FAT*SS TALKING ABOUT FOOD!!"

"I pay our bills, I give you a nice house to live in, provided you with all the designer clothing and accessories women would envy for, and most of all, I made you my wife! I made a quirkless, fat chick my wife. Out of so many better options, I chose you, yet you can't fulfill a simple wish of leaving me alone?! Now, you can either shut up and let me go or I can kick you out right now and you can find some other hero to whore off to! What is it going to be?!"

You remained silent.

"That's what I thought," he remarked before storming off. However, he mumbled under his breath, not realizing you could hear the very words that would soon crush your spirit.

"Useless fat*ss. Why did I marry such a fat bitch?"

As if it were glass, you could hear and feel the core of your heart shatter as your eyes dulled blankly with tears streaming similarly to rivers. The excruciating pain numbed your entire being as you knelt in weakness and cleaned the shards of glass and the dirty food, not attentive on the various cuts and wounds on your knees, palms and feet. The amount of redness escaping your body would've made the kitchen resemble a crime scene, so you made sure to tend to those wounds before clearing out the entire kitchen, leaving it absolutely spotless.

You brought out the cake, placed the candles on top and lit them before singing 'Happy Birthday' with a weak, cracked voice, unable to contain the emotions conjuring inside you.

"Happy Birthday to me," you whispered. Wiping your tears and taking a deep breath, you blew out your candies before you got up, carefully, feeling the stinging from your feet and hands as you carrying the slightly heavy cake back in the refrigerator.

'Guess I'll sleep in my office today' you thought before finding clothing that would hide your wounds.

Time Skip

With almost a week passing since the incident, Shinsou had been way too busy and exhausted to truly process everything that had occurred and had been currently taking place.

He doesn't realize that you've gone almost 2 weeks straight without proper nutrition, leaving you in and out of consciousness constantly.

He doesn't realize you've been drowning yourself in work, a toxic habit you've picked up in high school when you're overly emotional.

He doesn't realize your wounds haven't been properly treated by the necessary medical attention you needed and have been infected, yet you kept them under thick wraps.

He doesn't realize his wife hadn't been at her actual work office in a week, concerning her boss and co-workers.

He doesn't realize his wife is literally physically, emotionally and mentally destroyed and is on her last thread.

In the meantime, he's simply trying to get things over with at his agency.

Today, he's patrolling along with Number 1 Hero, Deku, and his old friend, Chargebolt. All three specializing in speed and long-distance attacks. As they made their way around the city, they began to catch up with each other, being the fact they were close back in high school. Turns out, despite being much older with families and spouses of their own, their personalities haven't changed much.

Everyone knew about Shinsou's agency building, so the electric blonde tried to crack a few jokes to lighten his mood, though it didn't really do much work.

"Get it? 'Cus he made his own lunch," Denki laughed.

"Uhh, Kaminari? Are you okay?" Deku asked, slightly concerned with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, why?"

"Dude, you literally made a joke of 3 students committing suicide because their moms made the wrong lunch again, twice," Shinsou added.

"But, the last guy made his own! That's the joke!" Denki whines, seeing his friends refusing to laugh. The other two look at each other, chuckling.

"Glad to see you still the same, Kaminari," Shinsou commented.

Denki remained pouty, but had a cracked smile at the comment. As they strolled throughout the tops of the buildings, Deku grabs their attention with a little 'oh'.

"Hey, Shinsou. I've been meaning to ask, where did you and Y/N go this week? Since you guys probably had to cancel things that day," the green-haired asked. Confused, the purple haired man just shrugged.

"Uhh, we didn't go anywhere. We stayed home this past week."

"Aww, so it was a domestic date? Did you guys still go to the park to see cherry blossoms?" Denki added.

"Cherry blossoms? No, we only go when it's her bir--"

The violet head's eyes widened almost triple the size of his normal sleepy expression.

"Wait, what's the date today?!"

Deku pulled out the date on his phone, only to have the purple haired man's heart drop to his stomach. Cursing under his breath, the man disappeared, ignoring the two males calling out for him in worry. The only thing on his mind was getting to you immediately. Swinging through the city buildings, he spotted his parked Mercedes and without hesitation, he grabbed his keys from his pockets and swung into his car, completely speeding to The 2Y Corporation, the supporting business building to which you worked at.

Disregarding the various honks and curses given to him on the road, his desperation of apologizing and compensating blinded his mannerism and decency. Finally arriving at your workplace, he sprinted to your office, ignoring the desk receptionists yelling at him to stop. The man booked it up the stairs, though it was illogical knowing your office is at the 17th floor of a 20-floor building. Once reaching your office, he swings the door open and sees you're not there. Worried, he looks around, hoping you were getting files or using the bathroom. Gaining the attention of everyone near your office, a voice called out to him.

"Shinsou?"

He turns to find Momo Yaoyorozu, another old classmate and your boss. The woman stands there, worried, seeing the dismay in your husband's expression and his lack of breath, giving her the indication he probably took the stairs.

"Yaoyorozu! Have you seen--?"

"Your wife? I've been wanting to ask you that. She hasn't been at work this past week."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah," she responds. "Y/N was calling in sick, but she said she'd be doing the work at home. I told her to rest to better herself, but you know how stubborn she can be."

Guilt ingesting him further, he bows to the woman, thanking her and dashed out the building faster than when he entered. On the road once more, he pulled a Dom Toretto in the streets wanting to see the lovely figure of his wife. He was making sharp turns in the urban neighborhood to which your shared house was located. Pulling up in the driveway of the house, the man sprinted into the house, going straight for the bedroom. Greeted with emptiness, he goes into your office. Emptiness once more. However, the scent of coffee and the unorganized mess of files and folders flooded your desk.

Hearing the bathroom toilet flush, he hid in the shared bedroom behind the door, peeping to see you come out the bathroom. The sight that came out of the said room, oh, did this man's world come crumbling down.

You had vomit decorating your lips as you struggled to even stand, let alone exit the bathroom.

Your skin had become pale, emphasizing the dark eye bags under your eyes, which seemed to be much darker than his.

Your muscles had depleted into a sickly figure, leaving your posture slumped and your body looking frail.

Your hands, knees and feet where thickly wrapped, yet he can see red and bits of yellow seeping through the white bandages.

With every step you took, you limped, trembled and winced, struggling to even get to your office.

His heart shattered at the sight as he wanted to scoop you up, bridal style, and care to your every need. However, he needed to compensate for his wrong doings before you can even allow him to be near you, let alone touch you. Once you finally entered your office and closed the door, an idea popped in his head.

Cake.

'I'll make her a cake and sing 'Happy Birthday' and we can talk things out,' he thought to himself. Trying to remain optimistic, he stealthily left the shared bedroom.

Quietly yet quickly, Shinsou went into the kitchen to ready the ingredients and supplies. Going for the butter and eggs first, he opens the refrigerator, only to be greeted by an already-made cake, not even touched. There were used candles on the cake with the tips burnt out and the wax slightly melted. Rethinking of the past week, there haven't been visitors at the house and he knew you wouldn't invite anyone without letting him know first. Checking his texts, you didn't say anything about anyone coming over so, the only explanations he could think of was you either invited a friend over and forgot to tell him or....

....you lit them yourself and celebrated alone.

Your husband prayed it wasn't the latter, but that didn't refrain the regret and guilt from further consuming him. Tears finally fell down his beautiful lavender eyes as Shinsou decided to man up and just talk to you, straight up. Though he paused in front of your office door, hesitant to enter, Shinsou silently opened the door to keep you unaware of his presence, to which he succeeded in.

You remained embraced by the numerous sheets and folders on your desk as your head motioned up and down from the files to your computer screen in a constant movement. Opening his mouth to say something, he was interrupted by the constant flashing of your phone as it was blowing up on the stand behind you, yet it was on silent. Seeing you distracted with your work, he took the opportunity to look through your phone. It never had a password since you both agreed to never keep secrets and you've always hated the fact that he often forgets your password.

Sliding to unlock, he sees various messages and DM's from anonymous and identified people. Scrolling through, he sees a variation of death threats, insults of your quirklessness, and body comparisons of yours with other Heroes, calling you 'fat' and 'ugly'. Shinsou sees that many of these comments and texts date back to 3 months and the most agonizing part....

.....it's shown that you read ALL of them.

Anger clouded his head as tears continued to flow down his handsome face. Unable to withstand such emotions, he turns your chair around, causing you to yelp. Though slower than usual, you processed his presence, causing your eyes to widen.

"Toshi? Why are yo--?"

Without letting you finish your question, he shows you your phone, causing shame to overtake you almost immediately.

"I can e-explai--"

Suddenly, he fell to his knees and hugged your waist, sobbing into your lap, but making sure he wasn't hurting you, especially your knees. Still in an emotional wreck yourself, it didn't take much for you break down as well.

"You were b-busy and I didn't want to bother you," you cried.

"Why d-didn't you tell me? You were holding up with this this whole time?!" He cried.

Looking up at your tear-soaked face, he caressed your cheeks with such gentleness and grace, as if you were fragile to touch.

"No. I don't care. If it involves you getting hurt by random people, shove the phone in my face, understood? I c-can't ha--"

He chokes on his tears as he takes a deep breath to recollect himself.

"I can't have you enduring all of that hatred alone. Especially, as your husband."

The lavender head strokes your cheek, shocked feeling more bone than normal fat.

"Baby, look at you. You're exhausted. Have you been eating?"

Through your sobs and sniffles, you shook your head 'no'.

"Wha-- Babe! Why not?! Have you at least been getting proper rest?!"

You shook your head once more.

"I-I'm sorry, Toshi."

From your point of view, you could see the very soul inside of your husband just wither. That alone made you break as you couldn't hold in the pain you felt inside, resulting into hard and louder sobs. Recalling that night where it was designated for your special day, your husband trembles in regret as he probably turned the special occasion into the worst birthday given to his beloved wife. Shinsou wipes your tears as they began to fall frequently.

"Toshi, it's fi--"

"My love, what have I done to you?" He stated, as his voice cracked.

"I am so, so, so sorry, beautiful. I've insulted you, I've degraded you, I've blamed you for something that you had no control over, I've taken your kind heart for granted, and most of all, I left you alone on your special day."

"Don't you dare tell me that 'it's fine'! It's not, Y/N! You know that!"

With such a broken smile, you hold his face in your bandaged hands, kissing his lips, nose and forehead before connecting your forehead with his.

"It's okay, Toshi. I'm okay. I just missed you, is all, okay? I'm sorry for troubling you."

Sobbing in your hands, he shook his head, refusing to believe the words that came from your mouth.

You paused as you diverted your eyes away from the man in front of you, refusing to answer. He, however, caressed your cheek, guiding your attention to go back to him and remain on him.

"No, baby. Stop apologizing. I am the sorry one. I became one of those monsters online. I was inconsiderate of you. And look," he states, placing your bandaged hands in his while looking at your knees and feet as well.

"I left you alone to deal with these injuries alone. I don't even know how you got them. Baby, tell me the truth. What caused these?"

"Darling, please don't ignore me yet. You can after this, but please. I-I can't see you wrapped up and not know what happened to my wife. Please, love."

Looking down, you exposed the truth about the plate as you hated to see your husband in such a state. As much as he hurt you, you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him back. All you wanted was to make up and go back to how things were back then. But you knew it was going to take a bit of time for things to genuinely heal and go back to normal.

Hearing the truth had Shinsou's sorrow turned to self-loathing.

'What the hell is wrong with me? I did that to her? For what?!'

Frustrated, he bit his lip and looked at up at you as he remained on his knees.

"Hit me."

Shocked, you made eye contact with him to reassure yourself if you've heard that correctly. Unfortunately, you did.

"W-What?"

"You heard me, hit me," he repeated.

"Why would I--?"

"I hurt you, I angered you, I neglected you, I did all this stupid sh*t to you and you still apologize to me, when it wasn't your fault to begin with! Baby, please hit me. I can't withstand pulling such stunts on you without being punished!"

"I-I...I can't, Toshi. I don't want to."

"How else can I compensate, Y/N?! I....I don't want to leave unpunished," he begs.

You kiss his forehead once more.

"You have already apologized, my love. Plus, you've come back to me and you finally let me in your arms again. Baby, you've compensated enough already."

"No, it's not enough," he remarks. He looked around in slight anger before standing.

Shutting off your computer and filing away your worksheets and folders, he then picks you up and takes you straight to the car outside. He almost sobs again, feeling that you're weight dropped significantly. You're much lighter than he remembered.

"P-Put me down, Toshi! Where are we going?"

Without answering your question, he places you gently in the passenger seat before carefully buckling you up and entering through the driver's side.

"Toshi, what are you doing?"

"We're going to the hospital. We're getting those wounds treated. They're infected and the pus is seeping through. After, we're going to eat at your favorite restaurant and you're going to eat everything you order, understood?" He orders.

Feeling the dominance radiating off of him, you nodded in silence.

"Good, now, hand," he commands. Giving him one of your bandaged hands, he holds it gently and gives loving pecks on the bandages. "From now, I'm going to keep track of how much you eat and how long you work. I do not want history to repeat itself."

Almost as fast as when he came back home, your lover sped to the nearest hospital to get you the necessary medical attention and a check-up of your overall health. Once arriving to the hospital, Shinsou discussed matters with the desk receptionists and was able to get a doctor within the next hour to get you treated and checked up.

You were placed to stay at the hospital for about 2 days, so the doctors would be able to keep track of your condition and though it was an uncomfortable and awkward situation for you, Shinsou refused to leave your side. He informed his agency of the current situation and with understanding hearts, they kept the agency going like normal. You, of course, opposed the idea, but Shinsou can be just as stubborn, especially if it involves your well-being. The man will move into the hospital if it meant being there for his wife; there's just no changing his mind.

After numerous tests, stitches, bandages and medicinal treatments, the doctor was able to confirm your condition as malnourished. The lack of nutrition and proper rest resulted into the infection in your wounds, yet fortunately, you were "healthy enough" get the treatment right in time. Any later would've resulted into decapitation of all your limbs or permanent paralysis.

Once you were finally able to leave, the doctor prescribed medication for your hunger and sleep and ordered you to take 2 weeks off to recover properly, mainly with rest and genuine meals. Almost as if the doctor was talking to him, Shinsou did everything you were ordered to do. He called off from work for 2 weeks to tend to you, he made sure to give you light and decent meals (heavy meals from the get-go may take a negative toll during the recovery) before evolving into slightly heavier dishes, he made sure you took your medicine everyday and he always cleaned your stitches before bandaging them up again.

You always felt helpless when your husband literally did everything himself, feeling guilty at the amount of labor he did just to make sure you were okay. The house chores, the medical treatment, bathing, changing clothes, feeding you; you felt similar to an infant being cared by their parent and you've tried doing things yourself (showering, changing, cleaning, etc.), but Shinsou would constantly catch you and scold you to rest before assisting you or doing them himself.

Eventually, you gave in and decided to enjoy the attention you got from your beloved.

Right now, you're both cuddling in the bedroom, watching anime on Netflix with your husband cuddled next you as if he were a toddler laughing unto his mother. You played with his wet hair since he finished showering after doing his usual routine of caring for you. Kissing his forehead, he looked up to you with eyes round and soft, love literally pouring out from them. You smiled at the man before you.

"Thank you, my love. You worked so hard to take care of me," you almost whispered with a smile. Reciprocating with a smile himself, he kissed your lips.

"It's the least I can do for acting like such a horrible husband."

You were about to defend him, but he quickly placed his finger on your lips.

"Don't try to defend my case. Exhausted or not, long day or not, that's no excuse to lash one's anger and frustration out onto their partner. I have no excuse, bub. I have so much to make up for and I swear this isn't a sliver of it."

He towers over you as you lay beneath him.

"I'm going to spoil my beautiful, curvaceous, thick goddess rotten. I don't care what those bastards think about us, but no one ever insults the very beauty I eloped with," he seductively whispers as he gently runs his fingers on your cheeks and arms. He takes your bandaged hand and places a gentle kiss on it, displaying the passion radiating off the man above you.

"That includes the beauty herself."

Looking at you attentively and intensely, he kissed your lips lovingly and he joined his forehead with yours.

"Don't underestimate the amount of ravishing gorgeousness contained in this masterpiece of a body you have, my love. If I ever do again, God forbid, slap me back into consciousness. I am a man who is undeserving of such a woman, so put me back in my place if I ever degrade it agai-- mmph!"

You interrupt my smashing your lips with his. Though caught off guard, he melts into the contact as he sigh in content. Momentarily, you pulled away with adoration sparkling in your beautiful eyes.

"Don't EVER say that about my husband again. If I'm not allowed to degrade myself of anything, that rule applies to you as well. We're married, Toshi. Therefore, we're now one whole. If one is not allowed to belittle their existence and being, the other shouldn't as well. We're going to argue, we're going to make mistakes, things will get rocky, but if we talk it out and not let our intrusive thoughts win..."

You peck his lips once more.

"...we'll be fine."

Smiling in complete relief, both of you embraced each other, happy that things are beginning to heal.

"Thank you, my love. I love you, bubs."

"I love you more, my Toshi. You still need to fulfill your promise of taking me to my favorite restaurant though."

You both laugh in unison as you shared one last kiss.

"I will, darling. I'm sorry, beautiful."

~~~~~~~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed!

Good night, my loves ❤

[izusun]

bnha as ao3 tags (pt.02)

[pt.01]

[offbrandkyoya]

Love is an interesting emotion

date 39 | masterlist | next <3

- the sillies

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Little Things They Do (mha edition)

SHINSOU

he falls asleep in front of you

shinsou doesn’t sleep much

and when he does it’s usually alone

he simply only falls asleep in front of people that he trust

if he had to sleep infront of someone that he didn’t trust he would always make sure to fall asleep last and always slept light

but in front of you he naps quite often

its always close enough to where he is touching you

or something of that sort

and he sleeps quite heavy

the only reason he does that is because he trusts you completely

BAKUGOU

he asks you for help

bakugou is not one to ask for help ever

he would rather die or suffer in silence than admit he can’t do something

but one night

he was up studying quite often and he just wasn’t understanding

so he asks you for help

is really cute about it too

listens as you explain this complicated math problem to him

and thanks you for your help aftwerwords

he tries not to make asking for help a habit 

but he will ask you for help if he is really struggling

and he gets really sweet and cuddly when he asks

KIRISHIMA

he cries infront of you

he always tries to be everyones rock

he tries to stay strong and tough

expecially for you who he tries to protect

he tries to be your rock

but he can’t be strong for everyone 

no matter how hard he tries

and sometimes the world gets to much for him 

and he can’t take it

and he cries

and he reaches out to you for comfort

the gesture is really sweet bc he never cries in front of anyone

and he goes to you to comfort him

because he trusts you that much.

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