What is Stronger Than Love? (Shizuo Heiwajima X reader)

(Chapter 29) I Feel Like A Hero, And You Are My Heroine

NOTE: (y/ln)=your last name
(y/fn)=your first name
(y/ec)=your eye color
(y/hc)=your hair color
(y/hl)=your hair length
(y/w)=your weight
(y/fc)=your favorite color
            (y/sc)= your skin color
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--- Shizuo's point of view ---

Night had fallen upon Ikebukuro hours ago.

Shizuo was still relishing in his return home.

Relaxing properly for the first time in a long time. He was sprawled across the couch with his legs extended with his feet crossed resting on a foot rest. His sweatpants hung loosely onto his hips. His pale and scared back pressed into plush couch cushions as his chest was open for (y/fn)'s view. An empty glass of milk sat on the small table beside his armrest on the recliner. An ashtray for his cigarettes sat beside his empty glass. Cigarette butts piled high upon the hill of ash deep in the tray.

The whole room was for the most part dark with nightfall. The only direct source of light was the high definition T.V. that flickered different scenes of the movie he was watching.  It wasn't that he actually cared for the movie or even wanted to see it. The movie starred Kasuka. And although it was some sob story romance movie he watched it... Because he had watched every movie Kasuka had ever been in.

Even after all these years, he would always support his brother from the sidelines, even if that meant watching chick flicks he had no interest in.

The credits began to roll and the screen became black as white text and random names scrolled by.

Shizuo sighed tiredly and turned his honey gaze to the girl that laid in his lap.

She had fallen asleep hours ago, somewhere in the middle of the movie screening. Her face rested upon the top of his thighs like her own personal pillow. Her figure, balled up and outlined by the television glow. He could see the shadows across her face. The way the light danced across and highlighted her features was angelic in its own way. The way his own night shirt looked so much better on her than it did on himself. He really didn't mind her wearing it as long as he got to see her in it. It seemed to fit her perfectly despite being oversized. The way one of her hands rested on his mid thigh, fingers gripping his sweatpants as though to make sure he wouldn't go any where. The way her (y/hl) (y/hc) tresses laid billowing out around her sleeping head. Strands trickling across the creases in his grey pants.

Even in the dim light of the movie credits she was beautiful.

Shizuo moved a calloused hand to push some of her loose strands away from her face. Taking in a deep breath to assure that he was as gentle as possible Shizuo ghosted his finger tips along your hair line, catching the free strands and tucking them behind your ear. In the process his touch brushed across your cheek bone.

He waited in silence a long moment, as though expecting you to awaken abruptly and accuse him of touching you. However the shallow sleeping breaths you took and the rising and falling of your form told him that you were still sound asleep.

Shizuo sat back in the couch recliner contemplating if he was willing to sleep on the couch tonight or to carry you to bed with him.

He lit another cigarette, wrapped up in thought. The flame of his lighter was the only source of light as the movie had long since ended. Then once his cancer stick caught flame, only the red glow of his smoking could be noted in the darkness of the living room.

As smoke billowed invisibly around him he found himself lost in thought.

He was still processing how much (y/fn) loved him. It was almost too good to be true.