Chapter 11 of Coffee & Murder at 3:00am
Word Count : 975
Image Credit : Myself
Date Posted : March 6th, 2021, Saturday
Hey girlies.
I'm alive-ish.
Sorry I was ignoring this story for long and paying attention to ghosting and Trampoline Case Files.
It's just that Ghosting and TCS have both become my comfort stories since all the stuff that recently went down..
I just got a fucking therapist after begging my dad for so long, got a brace for my scoliosis, and I'm going to be turning 14 this month. 14 THIS MONTHnuifjhregiul.
We also just got 2 pet chinchillas and I finally got a phone after all this time!! I got it for Christmas!
I might post something on a random story here for my bday, idk yet; hopefully you guys enjoy this chapter! I tried rlly hard to make you all feel sad and anger at the same time for Hisashi and Izuku <3
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This story was made out on a whim and I originally had a set plan for it then accidentally forgot that Inko was meant to be alive yg8ioeyrgiuu
So that kinda explains why I was gone for a bit since I was thinking of how to get Stain to be Izu's dad now since he's an official anime Shonen protagonist.
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I've been thinking about rewriting this, not going to change anything other than the writing style bc I honestly cringe everytime I read my older chapters. I might do it if I can find it in myself to rewrite everything over again, but it's honestly really bugging me, I can try to do it if you guys want me to! Please vote below if I should <3
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A five year old Izuku giggled aloud as his father used his shaving cream to look as though he were Santa Clause, his father's white hair seemingly being lost in it. Inko muffled her giggles as she took several pictures of them to later hang up on the fridge.
It had been 3 months since Inko's suicide, and Hisashi was trying to make the most of it.
His son's smile made every day seem a bit more brighter.
he felt as though he was slowly being pulled out of his endless void that he called guilt.
Every time his son would cry, it would feel like the world lost a bit more color. It felt like his grip was loosening on the hand trying to save him from his ever-so-growing pit of guilt.
His son's hand.
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