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hiraeth (n.)
homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
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Every night he stares at the sky, the abode to stars, clouds and all things heavenly. The ancient, endless, beautiful, vast emptiness captivates him to sleep.
Every night the six-year old looks at the vastness of the sky. He dreams of a new star every night. He wonders what it's like to be a star, with other heavenly bodies, to see what happens on that rock which endlessly circles the sun. He wonders what it is like to not be alone, and to be with people of your kind. The people who don't just look at you but who see you.
Every night Todoroki Shouto looks at the ancient, endless, beautiful vastness of the sky. He dreams of the elixir of freedom. The hopes in his chest are molting, as his soul yearns, wanting to be free. Wanting to be understood.
Every night Todoroki Shouto looks at the ancient, endless, beautiful vastness of the sky before he sleeps. New bruises have blossomed on his skin. Each one reminds him of how weak, utterly tiny and insignificant he is in front of the home of the heavenly bodies. Scraped knees, blood beneath his bandages, he dreams.
Every night, the beautiful star-boy, Todoroki Shouto looks at the ancient, endless, beautiful vastness of the sky. Luminous globes floating in the dark sky. Are they remains of God and his heavenly light? Why are they too far for him to reach? Just close enough to dream about on lonely nights when feelings of homesickness crawl up and encase his heart.
Every night, the tragic hero, Todoroki Shouto looks up at the ancient, endless, beautiful vastness of the sky. He remembers the stories his mother used to tell him when he was little. He wonders if the sensation he feels that he is not alone in this doomed world is true. So he dreams
he dreams, he dreams and he dreams.
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🎉🎉🎉 hiraeth is back again! woohoo! if you are an old reader i would advise (or is advice? whatever) you to forget about the past version of this book haha.
this prologue has been sitting in my notes app since june. so i tjought why not publish it. a lot of things will be changed sjisjdjdjenwiwjdiifjrjwjsidi
(im sorryu for repeating ‘ancient, endless, beautiful vastness of sky’ again and again i was trying smth idk 😭😭😭)
and please read this before you begin ::
— i will be using she/her pronouns for the reader here (sorey to folks who don't go by these pronouns, i will be publishing books with gender neutral terms in future!)
— shouto and y/n will both be minors here so i want to request you all to not make any inappropriate comments.
+ im a minor myself and reading weird nsfw comments by strangers online does not feel right to me, so please refrain.
and shouto will not rail you or neither will any other character.
— this book will be extremely slowburning one so, if you don't ‘have time’ or smth else please don't read ok ty
— y/n will be replacing rikido sato (why was it autocorrected to timidity omg) this idea was taken from @.vainglorious .
i would've replaced koji or hagakure (because neither of them add much to the plot) but i wanted y/n to sit with todo 👩❤️💋👩
— updates will be slow as fuck (because i procasinate a lot & im lazy) so if you're interested add this book to library and wait and/or read my jjk fic 🕊️
— i do not own mha or shouto! all rights to horikoshi!
