kirishima hasn't put thought into a relationship in years, him claiming he's been focusing on his career as japans 5th top hero had him busy. but that doesn't help numb the haunting fear that he's going to be alone the rest of his life. so when his...
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izume has suessesfully avoided kirishima for a week. a week full of tears, sleeping, excurstingly hot showers, avoiding her phone. calling out sick, movies, and staring. every of that izume thought if she avoided the man the guilt would wash away. but it stayed. holding her shoulders down heavily it was all she could think of. no amount of text messages from the red haired man would make the guilt wash away.
izume couldn't call out anymore, plus if she did her paycheck wouldn't even be enough to buy george's food with rent. so she went to work exprincing the worst possible 12 hours shift of her life. as if the shift wasn't herndouse by itself izume time was shot from her sleeping through her days the past week. making her feel like she didn't only get hit by a bus but also made him time slow.
and in fear that the red haired man she was avoiding was waiting outside the front cafe doors at close she left throw the back entrance of the cafe today incase the man was waiting for him. which was far of a stretch in the spring night.
after izume stood in her shower for almost a hour letting the hot water just dripping down her body mindlessly. hoping the scolding water would make her body as warm as his hands made her.
izume sat on her small couch one of his hoodies hugged her frame. her knees tucked into the fabric. her forhead retired on her knees. inhaling the neckline of the hoodie, even through the wash it still has a faint smell of his collgne. izume didn't even watch the program playing on her tv. she wasn't listenjng to music coming from her speaker, and didn't hear the calls screaming from her phone. she just lightly stared forward until her little cat caught her attention.
the small cat rubbing her head against the girls coffee table. that held her phone on top of if. isume didn't know how bright hee to it but she reached her hand forward. opening her phone and going through the messages she has been avoiding. reading threw them as of the past week.
eijirou __________________________
—friday 10:38pm–
eijirou it's late you shouldn't be out by yourself
