MHA oneshots

Blind

Spun that wheel again and got Snipe again.

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(Next week, imma do a request. Like every other week another request. Since bro can't cook right now.)

(Song name::: blind---- sza)

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Something changed.

Like the longer you look at a painting, its colors begin to morph into shapes and objects you no longer recognize.

And you couldn't tell when it went wrong. You look up at him, his eyes glued to his papers as you rest on the couch across the room. Hoping that he'd meet your eyes, smile the same way he does and continue on with his work. But, he doesn't.

It's almost as if you weren't even here. Like you were in two different planes of existence. Him with his mentally demanding job, and you craving whatever was left. But, he harboured it. Every last drop of him was kept in a small vial he held close to his chest.

And all you could do is reminisce how he used to be, how he used to speak, his touch, his warmth, his love.

The soft hum from the TV buzzed, leaving you with some semblance of comfort. And as time passes, your eyes only grow heavier and heavier.

Normally, he'd ask you to go to bed. Complaining how sleeping on the couch as he worked must be killing your back, joking fighting back at your whines of protest.

"A'right a'right, Doll. I hear ya... Even if it's a load of rubbish anyway, I hear ya..."

You lie down, fighting to keep awake until you simply couldn't anymore. You drift off, snoring ever so lightly as his own scribbles across his paper.

He can hear you, stopping for a second to hear it clearly. A soft inhale, a little pause and a gentle scratchy exhale. Snipe looks up, frowning at your sleeping form.

Something.... Something had changed. For a man with perfect accuracy, he couldn't quite pinpoint what. You never argued, you discussed. Holding yourselves accountable for your levels of disrespect towards the other.

But... That was all you did. The same routine. The same day, replaying seamlessly now. You got comfortable. You both did. And the thought of change terrified him. He couldn't imagine losing you if something so much shifts to the right two centimeters. He couldn't.

So, Snipe elected to watch you from a distance, clicking his pen before going back to work.

Because he couldn't lose the game if he never plays.

And he'll be damned if he lost you.

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Eh. I like cowboys don't get me wrong. I like them as much as the next person, but imma be real. He eh. At best. Just.... Eh.

Anyway next week, I got a few request for a Tamaki which Coolio but are we rocking with it being atrocious?

Being r/genuine right now (is that how you kids do it nowadays 👨🏾‍🦳)