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self-harm; references to depression (seasonal); poverty
Eliseo feels the days getting shorter like it's pulling at his skin.
The sun is setting a little too early and the wind hurts where it's brushing up against him as the colder weather looms over him like a daunting shadow.
He does his best to let it brush off his shoulders, but...but it's pulling at his skin. Eliseo isn't elastic. People often think he is because his limbs stretch tall and he likes to pretend he can be dragged by the opposite leg and arm in a thousand directions without breaking. And when he's pretending under the beating, sweltering sun, he melts just enough to start to believe it's real.
But in the end, Eliseo isn't and has never been elastic. The cracks and breaks in his skin peek through and leak whenever the days are a little too short, the sun hiding among the clouds and blanketing itself in its warmth. He feels it like ants on his skin, feels it like slugs sliding down his bones and into his blood and tendons.
"Seo?"
Eliseo turns to Izuku, who's staring at him with a furrow on his brow as they wait for Ripley and Ji-U to join them for lunch by Eliseo's locker. Izuku looks cute, bundled up in a large sweater as opposed to his usual hoodies, hair braided to his scalp with little pigtails at the ends so the beanie would sit. The stud on his nose glints when he turns his head, his cheeks a little pink.
"Are you sensitive to the cold?" Eliseo asks out of the blue, reaching for one of the loose curls with his finger. "And I realised I never asked earlier, but did Sunny do your hair?"
"Uh, a little," Izuku admits, ears getting ready as Eliseo continues to play with his hair. "And yeah, Sunny did it. Apparently, I'm tender-headed."
Izuku leans in closer to Eliseo when Eliseo tugs, tilting his neck up. Eliseo's fingers move from his hair to cup his neck, leaning down and pecking his nose, seeing his face blossom an even brighter pink.
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A Bloodless, Broken Family
FanficIzuku's tired. Tired of shitty people and shitty lies and a fucking shitty life. He's just so tired. So with nothing but his savings and the hope of a fucking Craigslist ad, he leaves- a one-way ticket to the US, a new life, a new beginning. But hi...