#pspspsp Nicole 👀

[pumpkin-pi-e]

Ah! I’m glad to spark imagination!

Honestly, EM are so loyal to you they probably just paid someone to make ‘noises’ and the three of them just sat on the bed for an hour.

If they saw you holding a knife, it would be out of your hands instantly courtesy of Shouta’s capture weapon. They’d be on their knees begging for your forgiveness. You’d kill Zashi by claiming he didn’t love you. They aren’t proud of it, but at least they know you care whether or not they love you. It brings little solace when you’re bawling your eyes out. They know it’s their doing.

“Sweetie, please, you’ll make yourself sick.”

Hizashi is very sensitive to stuff like that and you’ll send him into a panic attack. “Honey, I’m not trying to make this about me, but I’m panicking. I’m panicking. Please don’t talk like that.”

Shouta leads you to the couch. Previously, he’d checked you over to make sure you don’t have anymore sharp objects. He has Hizashi watch you while he searches your room for anything you could hurt yourself with. You may not like it, but he also does a brief scan of your body. Aizawa doesn’t show it, but he’s scared to death. If you’re harming yourself, he wants to know about it and put an end to it. He doesn’t keep you unclothed longer than he has to. If he doesn’t find anything, he pulls you into a strong hug that lasts forever. Should he find any signs of self-harm, he sighs from his nose and falls onto the couch with his head in his hands.

They fucked up.

In a scenario where Aizawa found suspicious items in your room, the urge to place them in front of you and ask what the hell you thought you were doing would be nearly irresistible. But this was their fault and they needed to fix it. Hell, he might as well have put those marks on you himself.

Hizashi wouldn’t know how to phrase it nicely, so Shouta straight up asks if you’re having suicidal thoughts. Honestly, that’s not something they can help with, so they set you up with a virtual therapist.

You have no reason to believe them, but they swear they haven’t been unfaithful to you regardless.

Also, on the pills: it would be a very unpleasant experience for you since Shouta is going to shove his fingers down your throat; he’ll do it until he’s sure your stomach is empty. It’ll be as sore as your throat. It’s a harrowing ordeal for all of you. Hizashi rubs your upset tummy and gives you medicine for its upset. Shouta makes you warm tea after it settles enough to accept liquids. You’ll find the medicine cabinets locked on your next trip to the bathroom.

The conversation would be an awkward one, they know they were in the wrong.

“Why would you want me to think you were cheating on me?! You said you loved me!”

“We just...” Hizashi realizes how bad it sounds out loud. “wanted to make you jealous?” He winced, but quickly continues, “We thought you’d realize how much you really love us! Were so sorry, baby! We do love you.” He sobs as fiercely as you do.

“According to you, we aren’t even in a relationship. Why should you care?”

“Shouta!” Hizashi’s rebuke goes unheeded.

“It’s true, Zashi. All kitten does is complain. Why are you so upset we found someone who appreciates our company?”

“Shouta, enough.” His warning is stressed with thinly veiled threat. “This isn’t the time.”

“Why isn’t it?” He countered hotly, causing Zashi to faintly see red. The DJ takes measured breaths through his nose. “Babe. This ain’t the time.”

Shouta presses on, willing to sleep on the couch for a few nights if it meant getting the words he wanted to hear from you. “You’re saying you aren’t the least bit curious why Kitten was holding a knife after we gave them the space they wanted?”

Hizashi flexes his fingers, controlling his breathing. “I think it’s pretty obvious. Shou, I don’t like this game yer playin’.”

“You didn’t want us around. Why are you acting out like this when you got exactly what you wanted? Could it be you don’t hate us like you claim to?”

“Shouta Aizawa.”

His words burn your face with shame. You’re so emotionally raw, they lead to another fit of tears. Unkind hands pull at your hair, painful nails dig into your scalp. You need the pain to ground yourself. You’re confused. You should hate them, but you don’t know anymore. Hatred now tastes of bitter longing that left a sour note on your tongue. Nails drive themselves harder against your scalp as you try to make sense of your feelings. You break down before them, hitting your head because you don’t know.

You don’t know.

“Pookie, no. Don’t hurt yourself.” Hizashi takes your hands so he can hold them. Afraid of causing an attack by hugging you, he repeatedly kisses your forehead, slowly and gently. “Calm down, pumpkin.”

“Admit it.” Aizawa’s tone is hard, pressing. An undercurrent of desperation fueling him. His interrogation was so grueling you felt like you were in a police station, held on suspicion of murder.

“You don’t hate us. You love us. Say it. Admit it us as well as yourself.”

Your wail is hallowed like the screech of the damned. You felt equally hopeless.

“Do you wanna win that badly?!” Hizashi whirls on him, his emerald eyes are practically glowing.

“Yes!” If Shouta’s outburst took him by surprise, he does a good job of not showing it. “I’ve had to listen to them claim they hate us for months! You didn’t have to say it verbally. They way you scowled at the sight of us conveyed it good enough. Do you know how much that hurt? Do you know how many times I’ve cried myself to sleep over you?” His dark eyes are glossy, but he doesn’t cry.

Frankly, Aizawa doesn’t think what you’ve gone through is anything compared to what they suffered. And if it was, it was warranted.

“I want to hear the truth. And I want it right now.”

“Shouta.” Hizashi sounds as if he hasn’t slept in days. “This can wait.”

“It can’t.” Shouta remains resolute. Hizashi is losing the will to argue.

“Are you just afraid of what kitten will say?”

“Shouta,” Hizashi is beyond warning. “stop talking.”

Ooh, imagine if darling believes them and someone shows up claiming Hizashi is the father of their child. Zashi would prefer you didn’t find out about it. It would be hard for him to look you in the eyes from his guilt. He’s a good papa, so he pays child support and goes to see them when they’re born. Reader is jealous because that should be their baby.