(Shinsoxreader) heroes!

I'm fine, this is fine

Me and Akuto met up again.

He stood outside of the bus stop as I stood in there, nervously fiddling with my sleeves.
"So, you don't like me back."

"I don't."

Another silence, but this one was more sad.
Suddenly Akuto wiped away a tear, "It's fine." He mumbled.

Crap, I was feeling bad, oh dear how this felt like a stab.
"Er..." I prayed to every godly force in the world for this moment to stop.

"Who's this?" Shinso asked as he showed up. Thank every godly force in the world.

"Oh, this is Akuto." I said in relief, "Akuto, this is Shinso, my friend from 1C."

"Oh," Akuto said, "Well, I'll be going then."

When Akuto left all I felt was relief.
"I was dying just that second." I admitted to Shinso as I hugged him, "Thanks for saving me, my hero."

Shinso laughed, "What did you do to make him cry anyway?"

That made me quiet.

Appearangly it's a strange feeling to be able to predict what will keep you up with self hatred that night.

I sat up and wiped the tears from my eyes. Putting up a cold face I slowly turned to the door of my room. Putting on my headphones I drowned everything out. I didn't bother being quite as I left the house and started walking to the stairs.

I didn't want to remember.

My fault—

I had been stuck in that memory, like I was there, but still not really. Like I was acting, but being a puppet. I tried as best as I could, but I couldn't escape, I couldn't stop it at all.
Tears formed as I turned back to the music, turning the volume up so I was sure to not think again.

Walking down the streets I calmed down. The sky was dark and the streetlights lit. The buildings and people who walked over the streets at the somehow late hour accompanied me so I wasn't alone. Yet nobody would bother me, it was nice.
Then after a long time a hand touched my shoulder. In reflex I spun around, only to face the comforting face of the friends I knew so wel.

I pulled my headphones off slightly so I could figure out what he was doing here.
"Your music is loud." Shinso chuckled. The sound didn't bother me as I had thought it would. "Also, Aizawa wanted me to look for you, he noticed you were gone right when he was going on patrol."

I only nodded before I averted my eyes to the ground.
Noticing my gloomy mood Shinso asked what was wrong. Of course I ignored the question, just looking at the ground, missing the music to drown it all out. I didn't dare thinking about— you see what I mean?
My heartbeat quickened as I thought about the possibility of him thinking I was making fun of him, or something. Shit, why wouldn't I just be normal and reply? Thoughts spun trough my head as I tried to think. My lips pressed together in frustration.

"Hey, how about we go back to your home?" Shinso calmly said. The question barely reached me as I stayed quite. My thoughts clouded everything else. Words about how annoying I was echoed trough my head.

Unable to take the pressure of the situation I spoke up, "Can-can you please just, not be mad?" I felt tears in the corners of my eyes once more. Shit, I was a cry baby! Hair fell in front of my face as I started shaking.

"Why would I be mad?" Shinso frowned, "I'm not," he quickly added before he realised something.
His hand went to my hair and pushed the part that fell in front of my face in front of my ear.
"It's gonna be okay, we'll just head back to the apartment." He said softly, grabbing my arm just as soft.

Feeling more at ease I took a breath and forcefully nodded. Shinso smiled slightly.
Then I took a step and wrapped my arms around him. After slight hesitation Shinso returned the hug.
Carefully he ran a hand trough my hear, "It'll be alright." He mumbled.

Just like he said. After returning to Aizawa's apartment we sat on the couch. I had told Shinso he could leave if he wanted, but he insisted on staying. He gave me a cup of tea to as neither of us planned on actually going to sleep, even at this hour, and after a long while I felt myself falling asleep on his shoulder.
The warm mug was grabbed from my hands before I could spill the liquid.

Just like that I felt alright.

(A/N)

This is a chapter of our main character having ✨issues✨. I wanted to really finish last chapter, so here you have it.

Also, I'm going to look back on this and laugh in despair, it's quite the angsty chapter I guess, and I didn't check for spelling errors for a third time, so... yes.

Have a great night/day. Also, this waffle will make you feel comfortable, 🧇. You may have it.

From yours truly,

~Waffle idiot