#spring panic

[ange-writes-if]

Hi! I said I wanted to write more words for the demo but turns out it might sabotage my assignements if I keep writing the demo instead of studying (who would believe it?), so here it is now I guess :)

─── · 。ﾟ☆: * DEMO .☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

please note that the MC is very young and subdued by their family and social isolation! they will have more personality and more choices as they grow older and meet people.

[majimasleftasscheek]

I have to wonder, would that make Daigo an Absol??

(It also makes me think of Taiga as an Ursaring, if not an Arcanine I suppose)

some daigos 👀 + piplup line for @battlebrooks14

absol is so edgy and perf for marshmallow!daigo kldfskjlfd I can feel the brooding...

big bear saejima is a good idea 🐻 got that big ol grump expression and build ohoho

I like to make him an incineroar myself cuz big tiger wrestler is such a fun concept 🔥

[stopper-my-heart]

Nick's moments of panic under the umbrella in Heartstopper S1E4 before Charlie kisses him really get me. So I wrote a thing in second person to try to appreciate the weight of the emotions that I imagine Nick is experiencing.

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You’re into this boy. So into him. He’s been in your thoughts. . . a lot. You've been talking all the time, you keep wanting to see him, and whenever you do, it’s never enough. You can’t help but smile when you think of him, let alone when you see him.

You want this boy. Romantically. You don’t really know what that looks like, but you know it’s true.

And, it seems, he wants you, too.

Your first kiss was good. Really good. All those tingles and flutters and sparks that you felt from just being close to him were amplified into so much more. It was so much better than you could’ve ever imagined.

And then you panicked. You screwed it up. You ran. You went back, but it was too late. You need him to know that you don’t regret it, that you wanted it, that you want him, that you were (are) just freaking out.

You try to be calm, you try to keep your cool. (No need to embarrass yourself in front of your crush.) Plus things are a little weird, restrained, and understandably so. He's probably really hurt. You need to get this out, you need to explain. You can do it.

And then he begins apologising. It quickly becomes clear that he has this all wrong. That he’s wildly misunderstood, rewritten what has happened. You were there because you wanted to be, because you chose to be. Yes, you were scared — are scared — but he has this all twisted.

Charlie.

Charlie!

Charlie.

He's not getting it. So you kiss him.

You make sure he knows what’s going to happen, and even if he seems very confused, he responds readily enough. You attempt to pour all of your feelings into him, to get across all of your regret and sorrow for hurting him as well as (maybe especially) how much you do want this. And for a moment, he loses himself in the kiss. You understand, you do too. Kissing him is just as good as you remember.

And, well, it’s too late for being cool now. You just kissed all your emotions into him, practically begging him to understand; you’d best explain what those emotions are in the hopes that he properly will. (Besides, this isn’t just “your crush”, this is Charlie.) You can’t leave him standing there so lost and confused. You may be confused, but he deserves to know that that confusion isn't about him.

So you start to explain…and then it all comes out. You’re vulnerable in a way you can’t remember being before. There’s no one in your life you can talk to like this, especially not about this. And it’s really been messing with you. Because not only has this boy's presence in your life already begun to upend everything, but you're so much happier because of it. And what are you supposed to do with that? What even would your life be if it were entirely different? Do you even want it to be different? . . .Maybe. But it’s scary. But you want him. And you want you.

So you tell him this, more or less. Really, you cry into his chest. Is this too much? Is he overwhelmed? So much for keeping it cool, keeping your cool. But you need this. He seems okay, he seems to get it. The friendship you’ve built is there, it can handle difficult things — it already has. He seems to want to be there for you. So you let him, and he lets you, and things are hard but they’re better in this moment. You’re finally seen and understood, and maybe Charlie now understands why you ran away, that it wasn’t about him, about the two of you.

. . .But now what?

You want him, but being with him will indeed upend every single facet of your life if other people know. You’re not ready for that, you can’t face that yet. It's too much. Everything is still so new and confusing. You don’t want to ask, but you want to be with him and you don’t see any other way to do that right now except to…keep this a secret? He finishes the thought for you. "Yeah," you concede, unhappily, but owning that that’s where you’re at.

He agrees, he tries to reassure you; you’re not completely convinced, but you want to believe him, so you let yourself.

And there's that question again: Now what?

There have been a lot of emotions and things are a little weird, even if a lot better, and you want to say something, or to touch him, but this is new and you’re meant to be leaving and…best to just go. The awkwardness will fade eventually. You’ll figure out how to be in this new dynamic. For now, you’re wanting, but you don’t know how to do anything more than that (would he want you to?). So you smile at him through the awkwardness and start to walk home.

. . .

. . .

What. Just. Happened.

This is good, but awkward, but good, and he wants this too, right? You’re together now, right? You’re really getting to be with him, with this boy you want so much, with Charlie. This is happening?

And then you hear it: Charlie calling out to you. Feet slapping on wet pavement.

“Nick!”

You stop, startled, confused, off-balance. What’s happening? He’s smiling, but.. What could possibly be worth running out into the rain in his pyjamas for? Has he changed his mind already? Does he not want this? Is keeping it a secret too much?

The doubts and fear are filling your mind, but you try to rein it in, to not let it show, to not let him see.

And then he looks back at you. And you know, in an instant, that everything that you wanted for your goodbye, he wanted, too.

Right? Please let you be understanding this correctly. You look at his lips, once, twice — you can’t help it. You’re desperately hoping that you’re on the same page, but barely daring to believe it.

And then he kisses you.

And the world stops.

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.

.

And this is it. This is right.

Charlie.

This boy just ran out in the rain to kiss you. He’s soaking wet, he must be freezing, and here he is, kissing you. That’s the only reason he came out after you. To kiss you.

He smiles — that amazing smile of his that lights up your whole world — and then he runs off again.

There’s no more room for thoughts, only feelings. Massive feelings that well up inside you. So much sentiment that it feels like your heart is bursting.

You thought you were off-balance before? Well now you’re practically drunk.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Maybe the best thing ever.

[dreamtydraw]

lovely double comission I got to work on for @readytobealady !

[the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us]

"Nick protecting Charlie <333" WHAT ABOUT CHARLIE "I'm going to do everything I can to make sure Nick doesn't have to deal with what I did" SPRING??? PUT SOME RESPECT TO HIS NAMEEEE

[gideonisms]

fun thing about my own gender is that it is incomprehensible to me and my feelings about it quite literally change based on the weather

[tori0704]

How long till season 3???? 🥹🥹🫠😍🍃🍂🍂🍃

[thecryptidart1st]

Wanna know something that just gave me a crisis? (/hj)

Events of FNAF 3 would be taking place this year.

i’m aware

[tinydancerfreelancersblog]

*Ahem* What I'm trying to say is, I need more emo/scene friends. And/or just friends. :'(

[unwilling-souls-if]

SO. Here’s a tentative intro post for my secondary IF project! I aim to drop a small demo in the following two weeks, I’ll see where this takes me :)

｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ LINKS (TBA): - DEMO - PINTEREST -

[ this is a secondary wip! my main project is Unwilling Souls on @unwilling-souls-if ]

Spring Panic is an interactive story about a talented and affection-depraved spellcaster, with elements of slice-of-life. Navigate through ancestral feuds and familial pressure in a colourful magic world. You'll have to deal with extremely serious matters, such as choosing the meal of your talking cat or what flowers to grow in your garden.

Follow and shape the Main Character from birth to early adulthood, and become the best witch this world has ever seen (or don't. Maybe you'll crave something else 🌟)

TW: The game contains depictions of emotional neglect (of the MC and their brother), (optional teenage) alcohol and drug comsumption, references to bullying.

｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ CUSTOMIZABLE PARTS:

~their name

~ gender identity with separate pronouns, and the ability to transition between childhood and teenagehood, or during teenagehood

~ general physical appearance

~ most relationships

~ magical preferences

｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ SET PARTS:

~ emotionnally stumped by anxiety and pressure

~ their love for their little brother and their best friend

~ sensory issues and overloads

~THE FAUNEUS FAMILY— yours. [ detailed post here ]

~GATSBY. Your familiar. He's a talking black cat. And a prick.

~SANEM. A tired spirit that haunts the woods of your middle and high school. They're bored and sardonic, but at least they're like that with everyone and not just you.

~THE COUNCIL. [ detailed post TBA ]

~THE VYPERLYN FAMILY— the one your family hates. [ detailed post TBA ]

note: the story follows the MC's life. Some ROs are met during their childhood, some later.

note pt2: detailed character sheets will be posted later for each RO.

｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ CERISE. (she/her, only romanceables by f!mc and nb!mc)

tropes: childhood friends to lovers, idiots in love

-Character sheet-

Cerise is the daughter of a witch and a fairy. The both of you had no friends. What started as a tentative first-try at friendship quickly became an unbreakable bond. Cerise wiped your tears more times than you could count, and you held her hand during hard times.

｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ BARTHELEMY "Please-don't-call-me-Barty" VYPERLYN (he/him)

tropes: academic rivals to lovers, possible one-sided ennemies to lovers, Romeo and Juliet/ stars-crossed lovers

Barthelemy has been made your rival by your families, your schoolmates, and the council. When they come back from a childhood abroad, they immeditaly snatch the first place that you occupied. Oddly enough, he's one of the few people that treat you with respect.

｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ DAPHNE (she/her)

tropes: enemies to lovers, ice queen, forbidden love

Daphne is a fairy. More than that, she's the fairy that everyone loves and fawns over. She smiles and backstabs like she breathes, and she has dug her nails in the metaphorical throne of Amaranth Institute. She wants you out of her way, but you recognize in her the familiar cracks caused by unbearable pressure.

｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ ASPEN (they/he)

tropes: golden child x troublemaker, secret relationship, player in love

Aspen is walking 'danger' sign. Toying with laws and rules, their sticky fingers always seem to 'borrow' the wallets of the wealthy. They are a hero to the kids of the city, a pest to the authorities, and a mystery to you. They keep theri cards close, and you sometimes closer.

[beaft]

everything is super uncertain and scary right now, so i'm trying very hard to not think about the future and just focus on the things that i want to happen. the concrete things.

i want to be in a space of my own that's clean and safe where i am surrounded by objects that are beautiful or meaningful to me. i want to be in a body that feels natural, a body that i can love instead of tolerate. i want my friends to be a short train or a bus ride away. i want to make art and write stories. i want to go on long walks in the summer and look at the animals and flowers. i want to sleep in a tent by the river. i want to make good food for myself and for the people i care about. i want to have a job i don't hate that pays me enough - not lots, just enough - that i can afford to be independent without constantly panicking over money. i want to feel at peace with where i am instead of agonising over where i'm not.

all of these things are achievable. maybe not all at the same time, maybe i can just have a couple of them, but they are achievable. i will not always feel this way. i will not always be trapped like i am now.

[sqwidknee]

Welp you know the seasonal depression has kicked in when I start watching Heartstopper again 🫠

[bloody-bee-tea]

Emotional Spring 2025 Day 3 - Get away from me

Shouta has to admit that it's kind of strange, having Bakugo in their home, at their dinner table and knowing he's there because he's Hitoshi's boyfriend.

It's not wrong, but it's unexpected and something Shouta definitely has to get used to and it doesn't help that the entire day Hitoshi has been twitchy and nervous.

And not in the oh-my-god-I'm-going-to-introduce-my-boyfriend-to-my-parents kind of way but in the I'm-going-to-disassociate-every-second-now kind of way.

Shouta shares another worried glance with Hizashi when Hitoshi jumps at a noise and by now even Bakugo seems to have caught on, because his piercing eyes are fixed on Hitoshi.

"What's wrong with you?" Bakugo asks, in that too rough way he has and Shouta tolerated that tone just fine in class, but aimed at his clearly distressed son he finds that he has less patience for it.

"Nothing," Hitoshi gives back, his voice clipped and tight and Shouta has half a mind ending this dinner early and sending Bakugo home, just so that Hitoshi can curl up in his old room.

"Bullshit," Bakugo snaps out and leans forward.

By the time Shouta comprehends what he's about to do, it's already too late and Bakugo's hand is already on Hitoshi's arm.

It stays there for approximately two seconds before Hitoshi jerks back so hard he topples the chair.

"Get away from me!" he shouts at Bakugo, at all of them, really, and then promptly flees the room.

There's a beat of silence before Bakugo lets out a harsh breath.

"What the hell," he mutters and stands up as if he wants to follow Hitoshi, which is just about the worst idea anyone can have so Shouta finally intervenes.

"Sit down," he says, maybe more harshly than is warranted, because for all that Bakugo did all the wrong things today, this is hardly his fault.

"This is not your classroom anymore, old man," Bakugo shoots back and he very much does not sit back down.

"Bakugo," Hizashi chimes in, putting a hand to Shouta's arm as if to calm him down and Shouta resents the mere notion that Hizashi thinks he needs this. "Hitoshi needs a bit of space right now."

Bakugo narrows his eyes at them, clearly daring them to stop him and Shouta stands up.

"Sit down," he says again, much more threatening this time and when Bakugo simply plops into his chair, Shouta allows himself a tiny smile.

Good to know that even ex-students and current pro heroes are still afraid of him.

"Hitoshi has had a rough time today and with his past—"

Bakugo raises his hand and to his embarrassment Shouta falls silent almost immediately, but it really is something different, facing pro hero Dynamight.

"I'm gonna stop you right there," Bakugo informs him, "because I don't need you to info-dump his trauma to me. If he wants to tell me, he'll tell me and when that happens it'll be on his terms and not on yours."

He fixes both of them with a glare.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go check on him now," Bakugo says and Shouta is honestly too stunned to stop him, so Hizashi steps in.

"That's not a good idea. You heard the little listener, he just needs some space."

"And he can have that, because I'm hardly stupid enough to crowd him in right now, and if he really doesn't want me around, he can tell me again. But I'm not going to sit here and leave him alone like this," Bakugo informs them and then simply follows Hitoshi to his room.

Shouta sinks back into his chair, completely taken off guard and he shares a disbelieving look with Hizashi.

"The hell is going on?" Hizashi asks into the empty room and Shouta doesn't have an answer for him.

He just knows that a complete meltdown is in their near future, because Hitoshi doesn't deal well with company when he's like this and Shouta sighs, already resigned to the fact that he and Hizashi will have to pick up some pieces once Bakugo has left.

And he will have to leave, Shouta just knows it, so it's increasingly concerning when he doesn't come back five minutes later, and then ten and then fifteen.

"You think Hitoshi used his quirk on him?" Hizashi finally wants to know and it's a very valid concern because when Hitoshi is panicked like this he tends to lash out and then sometimes doesn't manage to undo his own quirk.

"I'll go check," Shouta sighs out and makes his way over to Hitoshi's room.

The door is slightly ajar and Shouta can't hear anything so Hizashi's guess isn't too far off, most likely so Shouta steels himself as he leans in to check.

He did expect to find Hitoshi curled up in the furthest corner of his room, hands over his head as if he needs to protect himself and Shouta's heart aches to see him like this.

What he did not expect though, is to see Bakugo on the floor exactly opposite of Hitoshi calmly scrolling on his phone and barely sparing Shouta a glance.

Hitoshi is averse to human touch in a way Shouta has never seen before and even though he can usually endure it alright, it's more than obvious that today is not a good day and even though Bakugo clearly has no idea what's going on, he seems to unconsciously know what Hitoshi needs.

Shouta simply nods at Bakugo when he looks over at him and then leaves them be, making his way back to Hizashi who started to clear the table.

"And? Any strain yet?"

"He didn't brainwash Bakugo. Bakugo is just—sitting there. Calmly. On his phone. Giving Hitoshi space."

Hizashi hums at that.

"Good boy."

"Yeah, it's—yeah," Shouta lamely finishes because what else is there to say?

It took them so long to figure out how to help Hitoshi and they are still sometimes completely helpless in face of all the trauma Hitoshi went through before he came to them, and it's reassuring to see that while Bakugo might not be the most sensitive person, he can give Hitoshi what he needs.

"He might be a good fit after all," Hizashi muses and Shouta sighs.

"That's not for us to decide," he reminds him because they've had this conversation before.

Sure, maybe Bakugo is not who they would have chosen for Hitoshi, but it's who Hitoshi chose, so they are hardly going to dissuade him from this.

"Maybe, but we can still admit that we expected worse."

"True," Shouta sighs out and allows Hizashi to pull him into his arms.

"You think they are going to figure it out?"

"If Hitoshi tolerates him in the state he is in right now, then yeah," Shouta muses and leans into his husband.

It's probably still not going to be easy, for neither of them, but this is a very promising start.

~*~*~

Shouta could probably say that moving in together after four months is a bit rushed but then Hizashi would call him a goddamn hypocrite and Shouta can't have that.

Because Hitoshi really doesn't need to know that he and Hizashi kinda jumped the gun on the entire relationship, moving in together and getting married thing. Shouta can do without a wedding invitation for at least another year.

So no, Shouta did not comment on how fast Hitoshi and Bakugo moved in together and when they invited them into their home for the first time, he graciously accepted.

He did complain to Hizashi for a good hour though, and maybe even had a minor breakdown because their baby is growing up so fast, but that is also something Hitoshi doesn't need to know.

"Get that frown off your face, you're going to make Hitoshi sad," Hizashi mutters to him as Bakugo gets the cake he prepared and Hitoshi is fiddling with the napkins.

There's a jittery energy to the way Hitoshi moves his hands and it's not hard to guess that today is not a good day for Hitoshi.

They should probably have stayed home, but neither Bakugo nor Hitoshi mentioned anything to them, and Shouta and Hizashi are hardly mind-readers. So here they are, watching their son dissolve practically right before their eyes.

"Hitoshi can you get the coffee for me?" Bakugo asks, clearly startling Hitoshi out of his spiral and Hitoshi jerks back.

"Leave me alone," he breathes out, his voice already shaking with the onset of fear and Shouta is already scooting backwards with his chair when Bakugo motions for him to stop.

"Company or alone?" Bakugo calmly asks, not even stopping as he pours out the coffee for them and Hitoshi chews on his lips for a moment before he roughly breathes out.

"Alone."

"Then you know where to go," Bakugo says, almost coldly in Shouta's opinion but Hitoshi merely stands up and leaves the room.

Bakugo stares after him until he vanishes into what Shouta presumes is their bedroom and only then does he turn back around to Hizashi and Shouta.

"Cake?" he asks as if nothing at all just happened and Shouta can practically feel Hizashi gearing up for a fight.

"What are you doing?" Hizashi seethes and Bakugo merely blinks at them.

"You're just going to leave him alone like that?" Shouta asks, putting a hand on Hizashi's arm to calm him down.

Hitoshi doesn't want company, Shouta and Hizashi know that very well, but Bakugo seems almost cruel in his dismissiveness.

And Shouta doesn't like that one bit.

"What else am I supposed to do?" Bakugo asks them, and again, Shouta knows that he's right but Bakugo is handling Hitoshi's break-down so nonchalantly that it makes Shouta worry for his son.

"Nothing, just—" Hizashi throws his hands up. "Show a bit of compassion. How can you just tell him to leave like that?"

"He doesn't want company, so it seems cruel to keep him here," Bakugo slowly says as if he's talking to a particularly dumb person and Hizashi bristles with his anger.

"Yeah, but how can you just say that to him?"

"Coddling him isn't going to help and it hardly seems fair for us three to have to leave," Bakugo bites back and then takes a deep breath.

It's more anger management than Shouta has seen from him almost through all of high school and he would be impressed if anger wasn't still simmering in his gut as well.

"You were the one who told me that he has rough times sometimes and by now he told me himself and this is what we worked out. Why would you be this angry if it works for us? If it works for him?"

Hizashi opens his mouth, clearly to argue again but Shouta narrows his eyes at Bakugo.

"What did you work out?" he asks, curiosity now taking over and Hizashi closes his mouth with a click.

"You know he gets overwhelmed sometimes and sometimes he wants to be alone then. I don't understand what's so hard to understand here," Bakugo answers him and Shouta frowns.

"Sometimes?"

"Sometimes he likes to know that I'm there, but with a distance. So when he asks to be left alone, I always ask him if he wants to truly be alone or if he wants company. If he wants to be alone, he can go hide in the bedroom until he feels better. If he wants company, he can be certain that I won't talk to him and won't try to touch him until he feels like it again."

It's so sensible that it leaves Shouta speechless for a moment and Hizashi doesn't seem to fare much better because no sound comes from him either.

"And he told you that?" Hizashi finally asks, clearly stumbling over the same thing Shouta is and Bakugo rolls his eyes at them, which is more of an answer than they really need.

"What? You think we share our lives and don't talk to each other?" he finally sarcastically bites out and Shouta has to admit that it would be strange if Hitoshi never opened up to Bakugo but��

"He asks you to stay sometimes?"

It comes out more confused and hurt than Shouta really wanted it to, but that's their baby and Hitoshi has never mentioned anything like that to them.

Bakugo shrugs and nods and Hizashi's eyes water, much to Bakugo's alarm it seems.

"He never asked us to stay. Why did he never ask us?" Hizashi asks, his voice coming out wobbly and watery and while Shouta thinks he's definitely overreacting, he has to admit that it does sting.

Bakugo visibly panics in face of Hizashi's tears and Shouta makes a mental note to commend his husband for his good weaponisation of his tears later. For now, he'd really like an answer though.

"What the hell do I know? Maybe you gave him too much space and he thought you don't want to see him unravel like that. Maybe you two taught him that it's okay to ask for things in the first place and I'm just the first person he tries it out with. I'm not a goddamn mind reader, ask him if it bothers you this much," Bakugo grumbles and immediately, Hizashi's tears vanish.

"I think we will. You said you had cake?"

Bakugo blinks, clearly lost by the abrupt change of topic and even Shouta has to admit that Hizashi's emotional flexibility sometimes leaves him reeling.

"I do," Bakugo says after a moment and then fixes Shouta with a look. "You, too?"

Shouta recognises it for his way to ask if they are okay and so he nods.

"Please."

It seems Bakugo is very good for Hitoshi after all.

~*~*~

Shouta isn't quite sure if he and Hizashi are really welcome at this brunch, but Hitoshi wanted them there, so they showed up. And Shouta refuses to admit that it feels strange, sitting among all his former students to celebrate his son's birthday.

The awkwardness lasts for about five minutes though, because between Midoriya and Kaminari there's no awkward silence at all and soon enough Shouta finds that he's enjoying himself, just like Hizashi clearly is, if his animated discussion with Jirou is anything to go by.

Shouta allows himself a small smile at the friends Hitoshi has managed to make for himself, when his gaze falls on his son and he sees the tension in his shoulders and the tightness around his mouth.

Immediately he moves to intervene, because that is the prelude to a break-down if Shouta has ever seen one, but before he can even move Bakugo is already there.

He doesn't touch him, but he moves close and in a way that captures Hitoshi's attention immediately.

"Alone or company?" he asks, clearly not even needing Hitoshi to say that he wants to be left alone and Shouta watches how Hitoshi sucks in a rough breath.

"Company," he finally mutters, just barely audible over the ruckus still going on and Bakugo nods once before he turns back towards the table.

By now a few of their friends have caught on and are expectantly looking at Bakugo, who slams a hand down on the table.

"Alright, extras, listen up. Hitoshi needs a moment but he doesn't want to be alone, so you don't talk to him and you don't touch him until he feels better. The first person to break those rules will get exploded by me, got it?"

"Aye-aye," a chorus of voices echoes back and Shouta suspects that this is not the first time this happened.

He shares a look with Hizashi, who seems just as emotional as Shouta feels, and then they watch how Hitoshi's friends talk around him as if it's completely normal to not address him on his birthday, to not touch him and Shouta thinks that maybe, for them, it is.

Maybe Hitoshi has not only found himself a good boyfriend, but also some very good friends.

And Shouta couldn't be happier about that.

~*~*~

By now Shouta doesn't panic anymore when he sees Hitoshi starting to spiral. He and Bakugo have a good, working system that everyone kind of got sucked in to and while it still hurts Shouta deeply to be reminded that their son had to go through so much shit in his childhood, it's deeply reassuring to see how everyone cares for him now.

So when Shouta spots the tell-tale signs on Hitoshi, he only looks to Bakugo, letting him handle the situation while Shouta continues to prep their dinner, so they can sit down and eat as soon as Hizashi is back.

Shouta still has an eye on the situation of course so he sees the exact moment Bakugo clues in and not even a second later Hitoshi whispers "Kats."

"Alone or company?" Bakugo asks without hesitation, leaning in as close as he dares at this moment and just like always, Hitoshi struggles for a moment, trying to figure out what he needs right now.

The answer he comes up with today is so surprising though that Shouta drops the spoon he was holding.

"You," Hitoshi gives back and then Shouta watches how impatient hands claw on Bakugo's shirt until he gets with the programs and sits down in a chair, allowing Hitoshi to climb into his lap.

Shouta has never seen Hitoshi react like that, demand touch like that and when he looks at Bakugo he seems just as confused as Shouta is.

This is not a regular occurrence then.

Hitoshi curls up small in Bakugo's lap, as small as he can and just a second later Shouta realises what's happening.

Hitoshi doesn't just feel safe with Bakugo—he trusts him in a way he maybe never has trusted anyone else before, Shouta and Hizashi included, and even though Shouta has long lost the ability to cry, his eyes burn anyway.

Not because he's hurt, but because he's so eternally grateful that Hitoshi has someone like Bakugo on his side.

Bakugo gets more confused the more time passes it seems and Shouta finally takes pity on him. He walks up to them and puts a hand to Bakugo's shoulder and then says "Thank you."

It seems to confuse Bakugo even more, if only for a moment, because then he looks down at Hitoshi and possessively tightens his arms around him, holding him close, holding him safe and it seems he understands what Shouta is really thanking him for.

"Of course," Bakugo gives back, and then, much more quietly, he adds: "Always. For him, always."

And isn't that the best thing for a parent, Shouta muses, to know that their child is loved like this.

(He'll have to time it correctly to tell Hizashi though, because otherwise he'll drown in tears.)

[ministerhyacinthfans]

HOLLY PLANTS! what happened to my SPRING?!?!

~ minister panics ~

[osemanenjoyer]

solitaire appreciation post god i absolutely fucking love solitaire it is easily in my top 3 books/book series sweet jesus alive it is a good book okay gay little /pos rant over read solitaire

[lilythefirst819x]

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