I am His, He is Mine

Let's Talk About It

Shoto's POV:

"I've already made plans with Y/N! I'm not going today!" I had had this conversation with my father at least three times in the last week; Y/N and I had made plans and I wasn't about to bail on her for the third week in a row for this piece of garbage. She's been having some rough days lately and I wanted to do something that would cheer her up, but it's been hard because my father won't get off my ass about me going out and doing some hero work with him.
"What have I told you about that girl. She's not doing anything but keeping you from fulfilling your destiny of being the number one hero, Shoto! You must forget about her!" My father sneers from the other room. I had walked away from him, not wanting to deal with him anymore. I whip around as I feel a hand touch my shoulder. "That girl is my girlfriend. She's my entire life! I don't give a fuck what you say. I'm. Not. Going." I had finally had enough of his shit for the day and finally just walked away. I made sure I had my overnight bag I had packed to stay the weekend with my family and headed back to the dorms, frowning slightly as the skies looked grey.

~Time Skip: brought to you by Izuku's green hair~

"Y/N?" I knock gently on my girlfriends door, not wanting to just barge in. When I don't hear a response, I try a second time. Nothing. I chew my lip as I turn her doorknob, worried that she may be sleeping or upset. I let out a sigh of relief as I see her at her desk, paints laying out in multiple spots in her room. I quietly take a look at each of the paintings; some of them were nicer as if they were meant for others to see while some of them were more on the darker side as if they were what she was thinking or feeling. I carefully walk over to her as I notice she also had in her earbuds, which explains why she didn't hear me. I tap her shoulder lightly as I try not to scare her. I failed. I frown slightly at Y/N's expression, startled by my action.
"Shit, Todo. Don't do that," she breathes as she pauses her music, her hand over her heart. A frown forms on my face as I look at her. "My deepest apologies, my love." I say with a bow. She gives me a small giggle before kissing my head. I feel my heart flutter at the sweet sound, my eyes meeting hers. I couldn't resist placing a gentle kiss to her lips, missing the feeling. "How was your weekend?" I ask as I grab her bean bag chair and place it beside her. She just shrugs as she continues to paint. "Eh. Nothing special really. I did some more art work. Cried. Did more art. Ya know, my usual," she says so flatly. It hurt me to hear she spent her weekend in such a shitty cycle, and not once did she contact me. "Why didn't you call me when you were sad, my princess?" I ask as I stand once more, wrapping my arms around her. "I didn't want to bother you anymore than I have." She responds plainly. "Baby, you're never a bother," I state as I look at her current artwork.
"Yea? Well tell that to your father and the last three weeks when we've had plans and you had to bail because you had "important things to do," she snaps. I'm taken aback by her words, my heart dropping slightly at her words. Was she really that upset with me? I look at her, watching as her body sinks into itself as she sits on her bed. I felt pain tinge my heart as I looked at her much smaller frame, finding myself sitting on her bed.

Y/N's POV:

I move over as Shoto sits down, my eyes never leaving my window. "If you're tired of me, just say it. I know I'm a lot," I mutter into my knees as I pull them into my chest. "Flower, I could never tire of you. I'm so sorry for bailing on our plans these last three weeks. My father just wouldn't let up," He says. I shake my head, a dark chuckle falling from my lips. "Why is that always your excuse, Shoto? Every time we have something planned for the two of us to go and do something together, you bail claiming your father needs you for something? Huh? If you really don't want to be around me, or if my depression has become too much as I know it comes and goes constantly, than fucking tell me rather than coming up with excuses!" I yell throwing my hands in the air. I felt hot tears hit my cheeks as I finished talking, a small tinge of pain stabbing my chest as I look at his face. Maybe I jumped to conclusions, but I didn't care. It's how I was feeling right now.
"First off, let me make it clear that you are never too much for me. No matter what you think or what others say," his face had gone from shocked to stern, his eyes boring into mine. "Secondly, I'm sorry that you feel like the times I did cancel were "excuses", but I can promise you that I wouldn't bail without a reason, okay? You mean the world to me and I want to do everything I can to show you that. And lastly," he pauses as he takes me in his arms, my body relaxing against him. "I canceled on my father today so we could spend today together," he reassured me, his fingers gently playing in my hair. I nod against him, feeling bad that I went off on him.
"I'm sorry," I whisper as I look down at my hands, not wanting to face Shoto. I felt awful for just blowing up on him, but I've had so many thoughts run through my mind lately that made me think otherwise. "Don't be. It's okay," he whispers as he kisses my head. I just nod as I pull back from him, going over to my desk. "What are you working on?" Shoto asks me after I began working on my current painting. "Nothing." I shrug. It really was nothing; at least that was what I had titled all of my art pieces that described my feelings.
           I could feel Shoto behind me as he studied my canvas, his aura strong. "Babe. I promise, it's nothing,". I reassure as I put a few finishing touches on the painting before putting it with the others like it. "That's what I've titled these ones. It's how I see my depression. It's how I feel on the inside some days..." my voice trails off as I look at my feet. It was silent for a few moments before Shoto responded. "Well, no matter what they are, they look amazing. You have such a talent," he smiles as he pulls me into a tight hug. I give him a weak smile as I hug him back, my hands resting on the small of his back. "Now, how about that date?" He smiles as he boops my nose.