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  The dark haired male stands in the shower, his arms wrapped around his slim body. The cold water slowly pouring down on him. He sighs, closing his eyes as he glides his hands up and down to his hips.

   He takes a deep breath, sliding one hand up to his face, taking the wet hair out of his face and then leaving it on his cheek, he smiled softly. The thought of someone else embracing him lingered through his mind as he waited for the water to get warmer.

  At a young age, he'd been terrified of being in any physical contact. His trauma only grew worse when his hero training started. He'd grow used to the beatings caused by the kids at school and the ones made my his mother long after his father died.

   He hated physical contact with anyone since then, scares if being harmed again after so long. But he needed it. The feeling of being held in someone's arm's poked at his chest. If only the trauma had left.

   Y/n hugs his own body, leaning against the shower's wall.

  His quirk was the only thing keeping him alive at the moment, he craved the feeling of belonging.

He opened his eyes and wipes the water away from his face, frowning as he grabs thw shampoo bottle.

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The dark haired male wraps the purple towel around his waist, hopping out of the tub and drying his feet.

He hummed, stepping out of the bathroom and to his room.

Slowly he reached his closet, pulling out his sleep wear.

The male grabbed a silky satin set of pajamas, as he set his towel down to find his undergarment.

He threw the clothes on, messily drying his hair.

" . . . . " He stayed silent and stopped his hair drying as he a looks over at the hallway.

It was silent.

He'd noticed a soft 'thud' while he was showering come from the living room area. Thanks to his paranoia caused by his quirk, his thoughts were correct.

Footsteps, in a soft manner inched closer.

"I wasn't expecting another guest until Monday." Y/n raised an eyebrow.

Y/n slowly activated his quirk, he saw a dark figure in the hallway with his vision.

"Mmm I don't sense any energy, it's alive. Surprisingly." Y/n mumbled, deactivating his quirk.

"I don't do free therapy after seven." Y/n yawns, not wanting to deal with an intruder.

"Just take whatever you'd like, I'm going to bed." Y/n fell face first on the bed.

"Don't try anything." He yawned, hugging his pillow.

Y/n closed his eye, shifting positions as he gets comfortable.

The footsteps stopped at Y/n's doorway.

"How care free."

"It's become a habit." Y/n mumbles.

"Must be confident in your quirk then?"

"Most definitely." Y/n nuzzles into his pillow.

"But will that confidence last?"

". . . . . ." He opens one of his eyes.

"Pffft!-" Y/n contains his laughter.

"Talk about daddy issues." Y/n wipes the tear off his face, sitting up.

"I guess I cam give you a therapy session." Y/n smirks.

"It seems you need it more than I do."

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