I am His, He is Mine

I Couldn't Save Them....

      Warning: mentions of self hate and small scene of self harm.

       Three days. Three days until Shoto's birthday and I was beyond excited. I knew there were a few last minute things I had to get before his big day, and with us having the day off after the exams, I decided to use today to take care of the remaining errands.
        I roll over in my bed, a slight frown on my face as Shoto is no longer beside me. We had ended last night with cuddles and small "talk", both of us worn out from the exams and the group dinner afterwards. It was nice to have a quiet night to ourselves. I sigh as I roll out of bed, wrapping my towel around me as I gather up my things for my shower. I make sure to have my clothes ready for after my shower, sliding on my shower shoes before heading towards the bathrooms.
        "Good morning Y/N! You did so well yesterday! Super manly!" Kiri exclaims as he walks passed me, high-fiving me as I chuckle, thanking him before going to the back shower stall. I throw off my towel and pull my hair out of the messy bun, sighing in relief as the scolding water hits my body. I feel my muscles relax as I rub my hands over my face, taking in the water.
        As I begin to put soap on my body, I feel a hand wrap around my waist causing me to whip around, my hand balled into a fist. Before my fist made contact, a strong grip grabs my wrist, my favorite pair of heterochromatic eyes meeting mine. "Well good morning to you too, Flower." Shoto chuckles as he kissed my nose. I playfully swat at his chest, going back to bathing.
          "Don't scare me like that," I breathe as I start to wash my hair. "I'm sorry, my love. You had left the room, but I had noticed that your towel was gone, so I put two and two together," he chuckles as he offers to help me, his body towering over mine as he gently massages my head. I relax into his touch, getting the loofah ready to help him. I turn around and start to wash his chest, taking in every feature of his body.
        I frown slightly as I come across a mark across his chest I hadn't noticed before. It was faint, as if it were from his childhood, but still. "Did he do this?" I growl softly as I trace the scar, looking up at Shoto. I watch as his face falls, his eyes avoiding mine. I let out a shaky breath before finishing his chest. "You didn't deserve what he did to you," I mutter as I turn him around, washing his back.
       "It's nothing, don't worry," Shoto states. I stop, turning him around, my brow raised. "Shoto, baby. You and I both know that this, and this," I caress his scar. "Isn't nothing. You were only a child." I grimace as I wash the soap out of my hair. Shoto only nods, knowing I'm right and not wanting to fight. We finish our shower a few minutes later, the two of us going back to my room.
     "I'm sorry if what I said hurt you, but you know I can't stand that he hurt you. Even if you were a child." I sigh as I dry off, sliding on my panties and bra. "No, it's okay. It's just hard to hear the truth sometimes. Sometimes I just try and forget about all of the pain he caused me. But it gets really hard sometimes," he shrugs as he looks at his feet. I frown slightly as I walk over to him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. "I know. But just know you don't have to face it alone anymore, yea?" I say softly as he nods, hugging my body. I hug him tighter, smiling as I take in his scent.
        "I have a few things to do today, so I'm going to be gone for a bit, okay?" I say to him as I throw on a sweater and leggings, putting on my winter boots and beanie. Shoto nods, sitting on my bed. I massage his head, smiling as he rests his face in my chest. We sit there for a few moments, the silence between us comforting. "Hey Y/N! Ya ready?!" Uraraka asks as she comes into my room. "Yea. I'll be down in a bit, okay?" I raise a brow as I look at her. "Yes ma'am!" She says happily as she skips down the hall.
       I feel Shoto's arms tighten around me as I start to pull back. "Don't gooo," he whines, playing with the end of my sweater. I giggle softly as I grab his hands, holding them in mine. "I promise I'll be back, okay? I love you, Icy Hot." I giggle as I press a few kisses to his lips before grabbing my purse, walking out my room as Shoto lays on my bed, turning on my TV.