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Beautiful boy

For this one you should listen to Beautiful Boy  (Darling boy) remix. It'll help the mood

The flash of lightning lit up the room, casting long shadows across the walls. A moment later, the thunder rolled in, loud and crackling, shaking the windows and the air itself. I was six years old, curled into a tight ball on my bed, clutching Aizawa's capture scarf like it was a lifeline. The storm outside felt like it was trying to tear the world apart, and my chest ached with the effort of keeping my sobs quiet.

But I wasn't quiet enough.

The door creaked open, and I peeked out from under the scarf to see Dad standing in the doorway, his hair down and his eyes heavy-lidded with that familiar, sleepy calm. He was still in his hero uniform, the ends of his scarf dragging slightly on the floor.

"Ryo," he said softly, stepping inside. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

I sniffled and rubbed at my eyes. "The thunder... it's too loud," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Without a word, he crossed the room and sat on the edge of my bed. His hand rested gently on my head, ruffling my hair in that comforting way he always did. "Come here," he murmured, opening his arms.

I didn't hesitate. Crawling into his lap, I buried my face in his chest, my small hands clutching the fabric of his shirt as if letting go would send me spiraling into the storm. He wrapped his arms around me, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on my back.

"It's just a storm," he said quietly, his voice steady and warm. "It can't hurt you. You're safe here."

The thunder cracked again, louder this time, and I flinched, my tears spilling over. "I hate it," I whispered, my voice breaking. "It's so scary."

He leaned back slightly, adjusting me so I was resting against him, my head tucked under his chin. His scarf was still wrapped around my shoulders, its weight and scent grounding me in a way nothing else could.

For a moment, he didn't say anything. He just held me, rocking me gently back and forth as the storm raged on outside. And then, softly, he started to sing.

"Close your eyes, have no fear
The monster's gone, he's on the run
And your daddy's here..."

His voice was low and slightly rough, but it was warm and steady, like the feeling of being wrapped in a blanket on a cold night. I'd never heard him sing before, but the sound of it made something in my chest unclench.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy..."

I sniffled, my sobs quieting as the melody filled the room. He kept rocking me, his hands firm and comforting on my back.

"Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer
Every day, in every way
It's getting better and better..."

I clung to him, my tears slowing as his voice wrapped around me like a second blanket. The thunder outside seemed to fade into the background, its harshness softened by the gentle rhythm of his song.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy..."

His hand moved to stroke my hair, his fingers combing through the tangled strands. I felt my breathing start to even out, the fear in my chest giving way to a tired, fragile sense of safety.

"Out on the ocean, sailing away
I can hardly wait to see you come of age
But I guess we'll both just have to be patient..."

I pressed my face into his chest, the sound of his heartbeat steady beneath his voice.

"Because it's a long way to go, a hard row to hoe
Yes, it's a long way to go, but in the meantime..."

His voice softened even further, the words trailing off into a hum as he continued to rock me. By the time the storm began to fade, I was half-asleep, the fear a distant memory.

"You're safe, Ryo," he murmured, his hand resting gently on my head. "No storm's gonna get through me. I promise."

And in that moment, I believed him.