𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗜?

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by r3iiisss

by r3iiisss

The Angst has just begun.
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"Am I dear to you, Nana?"
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There lies the very gravestone, Kotaro Shimura. Nana's eyes were teary and watery as she read the name mentally. In her hero suit, soaking with rain. She looked down at the engraved letters, letting the tears that she'd never let out spring free. Only she came to see him, only her, because she only cared. When Kotaro died, Nana made a promise to him that She'd watch over Tenko Shigaraki. She cried. Nana cried because she couldn't do it, she let Tenko get away and disappear. Foolish was how she described herself right at this very moment, sobbing frantically while letting out choked breaths. She only cried around him, he was her very son. Her dearest son, who was no longer there. No longer there to hug her every time he visited, No longer there to buy her a dozen roses on Valentine's Day. He wasn't here any longer, Not anymore. His voice caressed her mind as she held her hands on both cheeks, crying, choking and sobbing.

3:21AM

That was the time, the most time she could spare to visit her son. So many moments were awaiting them. Like when Kotaro was in his first year of high school, talking to his mother, Nana about his future plans. There was plenty to look forward to, But he wasn't here anymore. What was the point? Nana remembered the very day that she met her beloved grandchild, Shigaraki. He was so tiny in her muscular arms, she gently picked him up and caressed his small little fingers. His beady and teary eyes matched hers, Tomura was so, so precious. He smiled, a tiny but tolerable smile. To which she smiled too.

She collapsed, right in front of her son's very gravestone. Her knees were busted as her hands groped into the soil, her eyes bled out so many tears and her back was stiff and arched. Her sobbing got louder, nobody was there, just her. Her kneeling there, sobbing while frantically killing herself mentally as she thought of Kotaro. The legit pain was so sharp, it hurt so badly.

"How could you, Nana"
Were his last words. Before his last breath. Before she could say anything.

She couldn't even apologise. She could barely breathe evenly, her gut clenched and her throat was dry. Nana sniffled and heavily breathed in, the smell of dead weeded crops and flowers surrounded her. It was so goddamn hard to even function, to even get up, But she needed to get up. The rain poured harder, brutally. She struggled to get herself off the soggy ground. Nana walked away, turning behind her and taking one last look at the gravestone, before walking away.

4:11AM

She shivered as she walked hurriedly through the crowded city, the lights blinded her eyes as she rushed to the office. Her dried tears were instantly washed away by the rain, She felt light-headed and restless. Her brown coat was dragged by her body. People waved at her and smiled, she smiled too.

Nana's black hair was soaking, her head was pounding as her heart beat faster.

It was so disgusting.

So disgusting, to be walking around. Acting like you've never made a mistake, walking around with that charming, fake smile. She felt like crying, her eyes were watery. She quickly rubbed them before anyone saw, her face fixated on a frown, which she hid in her red scarf as she walked past crowds.

She was strong, strong enough to not coward and run back home. A strong, brave woman she was. The rain kept coming, rummaging and thrashing. She felt hopeless as she continued walking. Then suddenly, it wasn't raining. Well, it was. But not for her, her eyes shimmered and her head jerked upwards.
Clear umbrella.

Present:

"You'll catch a cold, Shimura" A soft male voice whispered.

Past:

"You'll catch a cold, Nana" a young Y/N said softly.

Some moments were similar to the past, Though, Y/N's voice had gotten deeper. It brought a genuine smile on Nana's face. "Well, Nana. It's almost like I know when you need a hand" Nana laughed, looking down, hiding the slightest blush on her face. It was certainly true though, Y/N was her comfort person. Whenever she possessed a frown, Y/N would turn it upside down. Just by looking at him made her happy, Every little imperfection of Y/N was interesting. He made her smile, But it wasn't like she would tell him that.

Does she love that man?, Well, why don't we find out?