𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘.
(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of something that is important to you.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - sydney suzuki learns that home can be a person, too.
✧.* i. midoriya / original chara...
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- "IT'S MY FAULT."
with each passing minute, my hospital room grew more still and silent than the last. even the machines began to take on an eerily steady rhythm. a light breeze moved the thin draperies as the moonlight passed through them. it was the sort of haunting peace that settles over a home when all the inhabitants are fast asleep, but lacking the comfort of rest.
"no, it's not." i said quietly, settling beside him as we both sat on the edge of my bed. "it's not."
the guilt sits heavy in my stomach, pressing down and making my breaths catch in my throat. it's a constant companion, always in the background, even when my mind wanders away from the raid and when my muscles relax.
however, that didn't stop me from forcing my breaths to even out, my hands moving up to hold izuku's face as i turned him to look at me. "it's not."
the weight in my stomach begins to ease, a slightly warm sense of calm washing over my strained features.
he doesn't smile as he scoots even closer and wraps an arm around my shoulders, his face buried in the slope of my neck. there were tears of his own that fell down my collarbone, but no noises escaped from his lips.
the sensation made me feel lighter, even though the guilt still lingered.
my eyebrows furrowed as i opened my eyes and glanced at him, heart hammering in my chest. i loosened my grip on his hand, attempting to put some distance between us to keep the nagging feelings at bay, but izuku is much too persistent to let me get very far.
he wraps his other arm around me, bringing me into a hug. my arms wrapped around him easily, as if the muscles were guiding every moment.
there's not much to describe beyond that. my breath caught in my throat, blood racing and flushing my cheeks pink, butterflies fluttering in my stomach and drifting up to my chest.
stupid, stupid crush.
i moved my hand to his hair, gazing at how the dark viridian curl loops around my index finger, the soft strand flowing out and then bouncing back into place stubbornly.
"syd," izuku murmured, his breath tickling my skin. "i don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me. i don't want you to get hurt because of me."
my eyebrows furrowed as i pulled back to get a view of his face, my head tilting to the side. "no one's gonna get hurt because of you. i'm not gonna get hurt because of you, okay?"
