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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: None!

Prompt: “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today”

Author’s Note: This was a request for a lovely anon! I hope you like it! I had fun writing this :)

Word Count: 1K

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11:42 PM. KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

his first words after six months aren’t ‘can i come in?’ when he shows up to your doorstep unannounced. it thunders behind him, pouring rain with a vengeance only seen on movie screens. each strike of lightning lights flashes bright white against his features, illuminating already startling crimson eyes.

he looks like he hasn’t slept in months. ash blond hair matted to his forehead, dark circles hanging like stalactites—never have you seen him in a state like this, and it makes you want to shrink away, back into the comfort of your home.

you stay out anyway, and the cold nips at your socked feet almost playfully.

“why are you here?” your voice shakes him out of his stupor and he pauses, mouth open with a retort already dying on his tongue. what was he doing here? interrupting your peace away from his torment filled life with selfish wants?

how does he tell you that he hasn’t had a good night’s rest since that massive argument six months ago? that he shouldn’t have nitpicked and snapped at you because his mission failing wasn’t your fault—you were just there and suffered the brunt of his anger in your attempt to help.

how does he tell you his misses the way your hands would run through his hair, slow and practiced, as the dust and dirt from the day’s work washes down the drain? that he misses your silly songs made up from a tune he’d gotten stuck in his head, and that he can’t bear to clean up because the very thought of doing the most mundane things without you sends an unfathomable amount of ache to his chest?

that he misses having the weight of you, skin against skin, at night, where he could be just katsuki?

he can’t say any that. he can’t do that to you. you look well—better, even, after six months. your voice is soft when you ask, not even the slightest bit of hatred present at all, and he almost wants to disappear. regret courses through his veins, but he can’t find it within himself to move.

slowly, his gaze meets your once more, hands shoved into his pockets, and he lays out the barest contents of his heart then.

“i didn’t know where else to go.”

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his shadow

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

cw: pro hero au, bakugou n reader are both pro heroes, gender neutral reader, mention of death, self-depreciation, angst- so much angst, but there’s comfort too !!

analysis: you mess up on the job, and you mess up badly. and even though bakugou tries to help you find solace, you’ll never be as good as him—always in his shadow.

an: i almost wrapped this up with a sad ending so you’re lucky i changed my mind.. i got too emotional and decided to end it with comfort,, enjoy everyone !!

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anyone who knew bakugou knew that he’d make a name for himself. and he has—he’s one of the top pro heroes in japan who prides himself on his work he does. the center of the stage, with the spotlight on him. it’s like he was destined for greatness.

and somehow, you had gotten swept along.

loving katsuki isn’t the easiest thing to do. he’s a little rough around the edges and emotionally constipated. that, paired with the dangerous work you both do.

yes, you’re also a pro hero. not as well known as bakugou, a little low on the charts, but you’re satisfied with the job—saving people is the most important thing above all.

despite all these trials, you made it work. loving him isn’t easy, but it’s enough. you smooth out his roughness and teach him the tender things of life. he shows you a side that makes your heart flutter.

you have katsuki all to yourself at times. his vulnerability, his love, his everything—the way he holds you with gentle hands that he uses everyday to defeat villains and criminals.

and yet, the oh so great explosion murder god dynamight is someone who people marvel and fawn over for sure, no matter what. that’s out of the question. and with his spotlight, he also casts an unbearable shadow.

a shadow you drown in.

the brightness of your laptop is glaring at you. a stupid news article is displayed on your screen; its bold headliner words are simple but taunting, mocking.

DYNAMIGHT’S PRO HERO SPOUSE FAILS TO SAVE THREE LIVES DURING CONSTRUCTION ACCIDENT.

fuck.

it had been a slip, a mistake. you hadn’t judged the falling of the debris as fast as you should’ve, you hadn’t heard the last desperate cry of the workers at least once. the article is right, so right that it’s unbearable. you had failed.

those people counted on you to save them and you had failed them and their families. it’s all your fault, undoubtedly, and all eyes are on you because of it.

the awful, creeping feeling of guilt is making your head spin. but the words of the headline make it even worse. dynamight’s spouse. this isn’t the first time news reports use that title instead of your actual hero name, or your name in general. it’s always dynamight’s this, dynamight’s that. dynamight’s side piece. dynamight’s.

you don’t mind being bakugou’s. you’re his and he’s yours.

but his shadow swallows you whole until there’s nothing left. absolutely nothing left, and until you’re nothing without him. you’re nothing without bakugou katsuki, without dynamight in the hero world.

his shadow arches over your accomplishments and feeds your failures—you’d never be as great as him, wouldn’t be worthy enough for him just like this article title says. you’d never meet his standard, his greatness that comes with even a mention of his name. you had failed for god’s sake.

the sound of the front door opening abruptly yanks you out of your.. thoughts. they don’t go away though, whispering and hissing at the back of your mind. you quickly close and shut down your laptop as you hear footsteps approaching.

katsuki’s voice breaks the air. “babe? where are you?” you’ve been with him long enough to read his tone. he knows what happened. he knows and you know he’s going to talk about it. bakugou never avoids things, especially things like this.

you don’t answer him, leaving him to find you seated at the dining table. his footsteps falter as you meet his gaze, and for some reason, he looks relieved to see you there. you can tell he changed at his agency in a hurry, casual clothes all rumpled and wrinkled.

he reaches you, one of his hands cradling your cheek carefully. “i heard what happened.” yep, straight to the point. “are you okay?” you don’t know if he means physically or mentally. his eyes roam over you for any injuries in a brief manner.

it takes a while for you to answer, struggling to simply look at him in the eye. “..no.” you decide to be truthful. besides, it’d be a blatant lie if you had said yes. “i’m not okay,” you admit delicately.

bakugou, in his time of courting and falling in love with you, has learned how to comfort you in his own way. his thumb brushes over the skin of your cheek before he has both of his hands holding yours. “talk to me.”

you let out a soft, shaky exhale. “i.. i don’t know what to say, katsuki. what can i say?” shit, it hurts. the guilt is eating up at your insides, digging its way into your heart, and your voice cracks. “i failed, katsuki.”

bakugou doesn’t hesitate to drag one of the dining table chairs closer to yours and sits close to you, knees pressed against yours as he holds your hands more firmly. “hey, hey. listen to me.”

it’s then you realize that your hands are trembling. fuck. you try to steady them, studying the way his warm palms fit against yours, how his fingers are calloused but gentle.

“look at me,” he says softly, and you meet his eyes of red, unprepared. what was he gonna say to you? now, bakugou is hardly the jerk he was in his middle and high school days, and you’ve been with him for many years, but for once, you fear what he’d say. would he scold you, demean you? he has the right to anyway; failure grants that.

“mistakes..” you can tell that by the reluctance in bakugou’s voice that he’s choosing his words very carefully, “mistakes happen.”

“i-” your voice cracks again. “we can’t afford to make mistakes, katsuki! especially in this line of work- you know that! those- they were people!” your face feels warm with sudden tears. “and i just-! and i just let them die!”

you feel his hands tighten their grip and his mouth opens to say something.. and yet nothing comes out. in all of his years of being a pro hero, of all the challenges he’s faced in his life, for once—it looks like he doesn’t know what to say.

you inhale sharply, yanking away from his hold. when you stand, the chair scrapes uncomfortably against the floor. you know he’s trying, but fuck, it’s suffocating to breathe.. especially with him so close.

“i’m sorry, katsuki. i’m so sorry.” you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for right now. for not saving those people? for being a pathetic excuse for a hero? for not being a good enough person to stand by bakugou’s side? maybe all of the above. “i can’t- i just-”

and he’s standing right there with you, familiar furrow in his brow as he holds out his hands again. you can tell he wants to touch you, hug you, but you take a step back warily.

“you knew what you were getting into when you decided to become a pro hero,” he tells you. an attempt of being understanding, but it doesn’t help at all. “we can’t save everyone.”

but he can, a voice mocks, dynamight can. dynamight always wins.

“but you can!” you let your thoughts slip out with a wail. you wipe at your eyes with frustration, wishing you weren’t crying right now. you’ve had your vulnerable moments with katsuki before, but right now, you feel so weak. and you don’t want to look weak in front of him. “dynamight can! but me?”

judging by how his eyes widen, you see he’s a bit bewildered by the sudden change of the conversation being focused on him. the insecurity is as clear as day in your voice and you wish it weren’t.

his shadow is overwhelming.

“i’m- i’m nothing compared to you, katsuki! japan knows it!” a sob escapes your throat after that. “hell, even the world knows it! dynamight’s pro hero spouse-” you can’t finish it. you can’t finish it because another sob rings through the air and your heart hurts.

suddenly, you’re warm, and you’re blinking your tears into the fabric of katsuki's shirt, his broad arms wrapped around you tightly in an embrace so that you can’t move even if you tried.

“shut up.”

it’s whispered so brokenly into your ear, and it sounds almost as if katsuki’s on the verge of crying too. “please, shut up,” he murmurs, clinging onto you like you’d disappear right before his eyes. “don’t- don’t say that about yourself. don’t.”

if there’s one thing that can make you even guiltier than you already are, it’s making katsuki cry. even with the softer interior of bakugou you’ve come to see in the past years, he doesn’t cry often, and certainly not because of you. the sniffles he hides into your shoulder are the last thing that crumbles your heart.

“katsuki, i…”

he pulls back to lock your gazes, tears blurring. his red eyes are so pretty, always has been, even if they are crying right now. they blaze with a sudden fierceness, a sudden desperation that makes you listen.

“i married you because i love you. because you’re enough for me, do you hear that? no one, nothing, is going to change that—no articles, no accidents, nothing. so do not go telling me, do not go telling yourself, that you’re not worthy enough for me. that you’re not worthy enough of being a pro. you’re enough.”

katsuki’s words stun you into silence; they knock the breath out of your lungs and has your sobbing cease with a gasp. his eyes are burning into you and you hear him. you hear him and his heart.

you’re still crying. the tears are warm on your face and you don’t flinch when he moves his hands to cup your cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe them away. “you’re enough, baby. all of you.”

with those words, he also wipes the insecurities and doubts away. not all of them, but they crawl and scurry out of your mind, chased out by katsuki’s love and his warmth.

you sniffle then, burying your head into his neck and letting yourself realize that you’re enough for pro hero dynamight, for bakugou katsuki. that you’re enough for the world, mistakes and all.

and that maybe.. maybe you can learn how to stand outside of his shadow.

6:32am ☆ miya atsumu

tags: fem! reader, pet names (princess, girlfriend, girl)

you've never been provoked to hit your boyfriend, but with atsumu dragging you out of bed too early, only to prop you up onto the bathroom counter so you can watch him get ready, this might be a first for you. "tsumu, i wanna go to bed." you repulsively dragged out. your darkened eye bags were evidence of how tired you truly were but atsumu didn't seem to care. and he only hummed at your current drowsy state.

"and i want bonding time with my girlfriend, is that a problem?" you had to scoff at his deceiving explanation. he, who begged to the point where he might've even gotten on his knees for you to spend the night. you would've cooed at him if that was the real reason he woke you up, anytime spent with him is amazing. however, you've spent the last two days under his roof, in his house eating, drinking, napping, cooking, chilling, and sleeping together. not one moment was spent without atsumu so you knew this was not solely him wanting to be with you. but rather him wanting you to watch him get ready. to see how perfect and attractive your boyfriend truly was at any point of the day.

you rolled your eyes and groaned at the half naked man in front of you. with his gray worn out sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips while a towel draped over his shoulder, atsumu threw you a quick smirk before turning away. you really hated to admit it, you'd rather go on his 5am jog than admit it to his face that he was actually really attractive right now. with his stupid messy damp blonde hair and his stupid pretty brown eyes that lit up everytime he looked at you, and his stupid stupid stupid attractive voice that sounded like heavens gold in the morning. you hated how even after turning away from you, his bare back was stupidly pretty, his muscles that flexed ever so slightly with how he walks and the way his hands flowed loosely along side his hips. "ya comin' or not?" he asked, stopping to lean against the door frame. "yeah, whatever." you rolled your eyes, annoyed at his jaw dropping sight but you can't complain. "i know im pretty but pick yer jaw off the floor." atsumu quickly snickered before running away. his slightly damp body hitting the bed in laughter. shortly after, you landed on top of him, hands tickling his sides, before stopping to place a kiss to his soft lips.

"you're lucky i love you." you huffed before connecting with atsumu's lips again. there's a distinct taste of his toothpaste on your lips but you didn't mind, not when his hands held you tight in his arms while your lips slowly danced together. his blonde hair was still messy, his face was soft from his nicely put together skincare, the unwelcomed sunlight grazing his skin, making him glow even more, and his still not yet fully clothed body though he needs to leave in five minutes, but even despite his current state, he truly was the prettiest at this moment. atsumu is pretty. prettier than all flowers that bloom in the spring, his eyes shining more than the sun when he looks at you, but what you think is the prettiest of them all, is his charming smile. the lazy smile that sits on atsumu's face after you pull away from his lips. "and i love you too, my pretty girl."

but most importantly, atsumu thinks if there's one person who's prettier than him, is you.

The birth of the Dawn and the Dusk

synopsis: You planned your husband’s birthday months ago and even so something happens to not go according to the script.

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, your twin sons Rufus and Lucas, Alberich family (Kaeya, his wife and daughter Callie), Adelinde

tw: established relatioships, domestic moment, pregnancy stuff, fluff, a little bit hurt/comfort

word count: 10.8k+ words

author’s note: so late for my man’s birthday,,, But I am happy this one is finally out! Also there is a surprise at the end of the fic~ Hope you’ll enjoy everything!!!

Family AU masterlist

You feel so tired. Body aches and eyes hurt - you barely managed to fall asleep tonight, keeping your husband awake too to coax you into a state of slumber. This also added emotional stress, the clawing guilt for depriving him of sleep right before such a meaningful and happy day, but the man kept lovingly reassuring you that he didn’t mind and would support and comfort you always, especially now, when you are so vulnerable, just days away from welcoming your baby into this world.

Diluc was nothing but a saint throughout both of your pregnancies. However, while the first one was challenging for him too, because he was worried about the new role he’d have to fulfill and if he’d do it successfully, this one was easier on his end, so he channeled all his energy to you, being there for every step and every time you got overwhelmed, which, at first, happened way too often. Your other two kids used to be all over you asking questions about their unborn sibling, and while you love your angels to death, you truly do, - your hormones and their vigor sometimes created a bad mix. Luckily, it quickly got better, because Diluc took his time to explain to your boys why their mommy might be emotional or look really really tired, and that she isn’t upset with them and they need to be more careful around her. After that, the three of them became your anchor, with boys cuddling to you quietly to soothe and console you every opportunity they had, and Diluc arranging everything for your utmost comfort.

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What About Him?

In which they get jealous of a game character

Ft. Childe, Diluc, Xiao, Ayato, Scaramouche

Childe:

"What does he have that I don't? I'm richer and cuter than him."

Gets very sulky and pouty

Can and will drape himself over you when he sees that character show up on your screen

He backs off for a bit when you shop him away, but he doesn't sulk any less If the game has audio he's listening very intently for more information on the character

Mocks the character every now and then, sometimes for the stupidest things, but you can tell he's just jealous

He'll be content if you give him some cuddles after, assuming you ignore said character

Diluc:

Not very confrontational about it

Yes, he's jealous, but you seem so happy, surely he can put up with it for a while

....right?

Alright that's long enough.

He brings you your favourite snack and asks if you'd like to read with him, or perhaps let him play the piano for you

That song you've been begging him to play the past week? He just so happens to want to play it right then

Anything if it means taking your attention back from whatever character stole you from him

Xiao:

As much as he trusts and adores you, he hates how it makes him feel

Of course he trusted you, he shouldn't feel threatened by this,,,patch of pixels, and yet he does

He doesn't really do much since you seem so happy

He'll just lean on your shoulder, watching you play

He'll listen to your commentary if you have any

Please give him headpats after, he needs it

Ayato:

You've got some cheek to ignore him in favour of a game character

"Darling, haven't you a moment to spare for your boyfriend?"

Invites you to sit on his lap as you play

You'll realise it was a mistake soon enough when you find out the paperwork on the desk was already complete and merely a ruse

Rests his chin in the crook of your neck, humming in thought as you play

He tickles you with light kisses whenever that character is on screen so you can't possible focus on them

If it was a competition for your attention, he was winning

Scaramouche:

Good luck to whatever device you're using to play

The first time it happens, he scowls about it but goes about his day

But after that? You'll start to find it missing

Suddenly, your phone is nowhere to be seen, or your pc has lost its keyboard

He's being petty and he knows

Yet everything is somehow exactly where you need them again once you have work to complete?

And don't even think about trying to get back to the game right after doing your work

He'll find a way to distract you from it crafty lil shit

It's a game of 3D chess with him at this point

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THINGS CLASS 1-A BOYS ARE INSECURE ABOUT and how you help them feel better

tiny angst to big comfort, not too distressing

masterlist

warnings: body image, body checking, stretch marks, self bad mouthing LOL, sleepy time writing and not proof read. hope u enjoy!!!

part 2 shiratorizawa vbc

KIRISHIMA

• bby doesn’t like his tum :(((

• he gained a lot of weight as he grew up and most of it was muscle but he has a little pouch and he doesn’t like it one bit

• if he goes to the beach, he’ll always swim with his shirt on, even though he’s a famous hero and is largely thirsted over

• sometimes he just needs to have u near bc he gets a little sad when he thinks about all the other pros u could be with their hard and chiselled and perfect bodies and he doesn’t know why u would ‘settle’ for him ( >:((( )

• which you hate bc there’s nothing you would change about him and you actually think it’s really adorable and he’s the most handsome boy you’ve ever seen and it just makes you so mad

• you try to tell him that you think he’s gorg in every conceivable way

• he’ll take the compliment and it will make him smile but it doesn’t change how he feels in the long run

• funnily enough the thing that gets him to like his belly more is when ur insecure about ur tummy actually!

• he catches you in the mirror pulling back ur top up look at ur stomach and you sigh defeatedly

• homeboy is like 😱😱😱🤨🤨🤨🤬🤬🤬

• he comes up behind you and places his hands on ur waist, rubbing the front sides and telling you how much he loves you in ur ear

•caresses ur belly and really looks at it in the mirror. he thinks it’s so cute, so soft and warm, he thinks the extra pudge is just more surface area to appreciate on you, and he loves ur cute love handles, he likes how they look when he pinches them

• the next time he’s checking himself in the mirror, he lifts up his shirt and looks at his tummy. huh, it’s not so different to urs, he never notices that before. he brought his fingers down to squidge the sides, and they felt like urs.

• this makes him think, if he likes it so much on you, why can’t he like it on himself??? he should be proud he looks even a little bit like you, the great beauty you are to him.

• so, now, whenever he sees the extra fat in his tanks, or feels it against the waits band of his shorts, he just thinks of you and smiles warmly. maybe he was a handsome boy, just like you said

MIDORIYA

• he has a lot of stretch marks actually!

• he built a lot of muscle very quickly so they’re on his arms and his upper back

• doesn’t let them bother him too much he’s pretty happy with his looks i’d say

• but sometimes if he looks at himself too long he’ll see them and he’ll falter a bit, he just wishes his arms were ‘normal’ sometimes but there’s not much he can do

• all you have to do is verbally reassure him

• like if you find out he doesn’t like his stretch marks, you just need to say:

“izuku! be quiet i love ur stretch marks!!”

• he’ll be like :o really?

• and ur like “yeah dumb dumb i think they’re hunky and they’re like free tattoos. plus this skins really smooth there.”

•after that instead of looking away when he catches them in the mirror, he flexes his big arms that he worked so hard for and smiles like this ^U^

KAMINARI

• doesn’t like his nose ???

• you can’t imagine why

• you ask him why when he complains about it while ur getting ready for bed sometimes, sharing a mirror

• he’s like “it’s too ... pointy”

• what ever the fuck that means

• you slowly start to try and help him feel a little better by kissing the tip of his nose a lot instead of his cheek or his forehead

• it’s not scientific but u hope a bit of extra a attention will help

• it does make his heart warm, and he decides if u like his nose so much, he’ll try to see things your way from now on

• he wants to be more confident not just for himself but for you too. a big chunk is for himself too tho

• cherry on top is when ur watching a movie and the hottest guy in the whole thing comes on screen and u absentmindedly go “that guy has the exact same nose as you” as u play with his hair with his head in ur lap

• he holds onto that compliment til the end of time

IIDA

• his glasses :(((

• wishes he could look more like his brother, but he can’t wear contacts bc he has sensitive eyes

•feels embarrassed putting them on in the morning, feels like a dingus wearing them sometimes (break my heart why don’t you)

• let’s just say it’s before you get together

• thinks they could hinder his chances with you too

• That is until,,,, he hears you chatting away with Mina about your ideal man

•”hmm i’m not sure.. i like nerdy guys tho, like smart, trust worthy, all that. can’t say i’m not partial to a man in glasses either.”

•his cheeks had never been redder

• he had gone to find you to ask you a question about a project you were doing together, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore, which was admittedly not very nerdy of him

•all he could think about is that he’s ur type, he’s ur type, he’s ur type

• all worries about his glasses disappear, or are brushed aside soon after they appear after that incident

heya gang, this was fun to do, let me know if u want a part 2 with more characters, although it’s hard trying to not make them repetitive. replies and reblogs appreciated!!! bye love u bye!!!

when you surprise them with a kiss! ˊˎ-

୫ includes : bakugou, midoriya, shoto, denki 

୫ note : fluff. may be slightly suggestive in bakugou’s.

ᕱ‧ BAKUGOU’s eyes open wide as you press your mouth to his, your arms finding their place on his shoulders. it barely takes him a second to relax into your hold, his hands moving to your waist to tug you closer. “come back here idiot,” he says when you pull away, “we’re not done yet.”

ᕱ‧ IZUKU turns red from head to toe as you peck his lips softly without warning. “baby, hey?” he stutters out hesistantly, calming down when slip your hands into his. “just wanted to kiss you, is all,” you say, smiling as he nods and plants one on your cheek.

ᕱ‧ SHOTO feels warmth spread through his chest as you lean in towards him and kiss his nose gently. “thank you, my love,” he says as he litters your palms with sweet kisses, and you can feel your heart skip a beat at your lover’s pure affection.

ᕱ‧ DENKI beams as you press a kiss to his forehead, immediately abandoning what he’s doing to plop his head in your lap. “hey babe,” he grins up at you, turning to bury his face comfortably into your tummy, “do that again.”

ᕱ‧ SHINSOU tries hard to hide his blush when you plant a kiss on his neck, utterly failing as the red spreads to his ears. “what was that for?” he mutters, shifting to tuck his face into your side, “gimme another.”

thank you for reading! reblogs appreciated <3

Hitoshi Shinso - Not Alone

Here's another Shinso story for you guys!!!

I hope you guys like some angsty fluff!

Enjoy!!!!!

Shinso opened the door to your apartment and found it very odd that it was unlocked. You never leave your apartment unlocked. With furrowed brows, he walks in on alert. The lights in the apartment are off and everything is quiet.

"Kitten?” he calls out as he flicks a light on.

He gets no response.

He ventures farther into your home and continues calling out for you.

After looking in the kitchen and the living room, a small sniffle catches his attention, causing Shinso to hurry towards the bedroom, turning on the light.

There, in the middle of your mattress, was you. Eyes red, nose plugged, and tears streaking down your cheeks.

Alarmed, Shinso drops his bag and crawls onto the bed next to you.

"What's wrong, kitten?" he asks while he scans your body for physical harm.

You only sob in reply as you wipe the tears from your face, finally realizing that he's next to you.

"T-Toshi?" you ask blearily.

Your vision swims and all you see is a blotch of indigo among white. Rubbing your eyes again, you're able to see him clearly. Upon seeing him clearly you try to give a smile, but it doesn't last very long. Seeing this, Shinso opens his arms for you, and you immediately enter his embrace.

As Shinso holds you in his embrace, he feels your body wrack with sobs as you start crying again. He rubs your back comfortingly, just letting you cry for a minute.

"What happened?" he murmurs into your ear as he continues to rub your back comfortingly.

“M-My friend, (friend name)...” you choke out.

Pulling back from him, you look up at Shinso and inhale a deep, shuddery breath. "I-I just... don't understand how they could be gone... T-They were such a-a huge part of m-my life and n-now they're g-gone..." you stutter out.

Shinso's lips purse at your reply.

Heartbreak isn't an easy thing to deal with...

"Oh, love." he coos as he wipes the tears from your cheeks as they fell.

"It's alright kitten." he soothes as he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I-I just can't b-believe they're g-gone T-Toshi..." you mumble against his chest.

"I know love, I know." Shinso soothes again, rubbing your back comfortingly and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I cared about them so much... I loved them so much... L-like a sibling..." you say as you grip onto Shinso's shirt for dear life.

"I-I don't e-even kn-know if I ever t-told them that..."

Shinso takes you by the shoulders, gently pulling your face away from him again. He looks down at you with a soft expression on his face as fat tears well up in your eyes.

You blink causing them to roll down your cheeks.

Shinso's thumb immediately brushed them away as he holds you in his arms.

Your voice cracks when you begin to speak again. "My heart hurts so much... Please make it stop hurting Hitoshi..."

"I just want to back to before everything happened..."

Shinso's heart breaks at your pleas. He wishes that he could take away the pain you felt. He looks at you, clearly an empty shell of your former self.

"I can't do that, kitten." He says, pulling you close to shelter you from the world and nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head. "I can't take the pain away, but I can be here to help put you back together."

You grip his shirt as if he would be the next person to disappear.

"I feel so alone..." you whimper hollowly.

The fatigue from this situation is catching up to you and settling in your bones. You want nothing more than to wake up refreshed and discover that this whole situation had all been a nightmare. To wake up and find your friend alive and well.

"You're not alone." Shinso says to you gently.

"I can't even begin to replace them, but I love you. What can I do to help?"

At his question, you stop and think for a moment before your stomach growls loudly in response.

Shinso's lavender eyes narrow at the noise. "When was the last time you ate?"

You chew on your lip, averting your eyes from his probing gaze. Taking care of yourself hasn't been that high of a priority recently... The grieving process has overwritten all other needs and hopelessness and despair made sure that you haven't left your bedroom all day.

"Kitten." Shinso prompts.

"It's been a while..." you admit sheepishly.

Shinso hums at your words before taking you in his arms again, putting one arm under your knees and the other around your back.

You look at him in confusion as you wrap your arms around his neck so that you don't fall.

"Toshi? What are you-?" You begin to ask but he cuts you off as he carries you out of the bedroom and to the living room.

He sets you down on the couch. “I’m going to make you food.”

Your posture relaxes and you nod in reply, agreeing that getting some food in your stomach will be good for you.

"I'll be back." he tells you gently as he kisses you on the forehead before exiting the living room and entering the kitchen to make some dinner for the 2 of you.

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After about 10 minutes of sitting on the couch, just relaxing, you decide to go to the bathroom and wash up before dinner. You get up from the couch, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

You let out a long, tired sigh as you turn to the bathroom mirror. As you look at your reflection, you grimace slightly. Your eyes are red and puffy, your skin is dry, your hair is greasy and unkempt and the dark circles under your eyes look like bruises and rival Shinso’s own eye bags.

Maybe after dinner you'll take a shower.

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After washing your hands, you exit the bathroom and head back into the living room. As you walk past the kitchen, the scent of frying bread hits your nose, causing you to drool slightly.

You walk over to the kitchen door, seeing Shinso standing in front of the stove. You smile at the sight of him before you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his midsection.

You hear him chuckle softly as you nuzzle you face into his back.

"Food will be ready in a minute." he says to you gently. "Go sit down and I'll bring it out to you."

"Okay." you reply before kissing him on the cheek and exiting the kitchen.

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A few minutes later, Shinso exits the kitchen walking over to you with 2 plates. Each plate had a grilled cheese sandwich on it.

"Here you go." he says as he gives you your plate.

You take it from him gratefully.

"Thank you."

Shinso smiles at you gently as he takes a seat next to you on the couch, ready to start eating his own sandwich.

After finishing your food, as well as a glass of (favorite drink) you lay your head on Shinso's shoulder. You let out a sigh as sadness and confusion still runs through your body.

"Thanks, Toshi." you mumble.

Shinso wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer to his side. "I'm sorry that you're going through this kitten." he begins.

“But I’ll be there every step of the way, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, grateful Shinso who you know will stand by your side, no matter what.