what if?? shouto darling?? was insecure?? about his scar?? amazing concept right not like it’s been written a million times
...(ﾉ*ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ
day two
theme: insecurities
When Shouto walked into the classroom Izuku immediately noticed a difference. A not-so-subtle difference, but a difference it seemed Shouto didn't want people to notice nonetheless. Not the way he carried himself as he walked into the room, although he was slouching a bit, not the way he stole a glance and slightly smiled at Izuku, still as short and sweet as ever, but his scar. Or rather, his lack thereof. His scar was gone.
Everybody noticed. Nobody said anything, and they were sure Shouto didn't want them to say anything, but they noticed. Izuku was worried. But he wasn't going to ask. Not now anyway.
It wasn't until later that night, when everybody was asleep, that he confronted Shouto at his door as he returned from a trip to the bathroom, clearly having gone to wash off whatever was obscuring his scar from view. As Shouto rounded the corner on a hurry to his room, he jumped when Izuku’s restless figure came into view in front of his room.
Izuku looked at him, eyes filled with a mix of concern and frustration, visible even from the distant he stood. Shouto slowly inched closer to him, watching Izuku’s eyes follow him the whole way there. He finally stood before him, eyes directed at the floor.
“...Izuku--”
“Why did you cover your scar?”
The question he entirely expected still hit him painfully, Izuku’s tone sounding far more reprimanding than he probably intended. “Izuku, I--”
“Haven't I told you that you shouldn't do that?” Izuku’s voice became significantly softer. “You know how much it hurts me when you…” He trailed off.
“Izuku, just let me explain. Please.” Shouto hesitated to take Izuku’s hand in his own, quickly throwing open the door and bringing the boy into the room with him. He let go of his hand as he shut the door. “I’m sorry.”
Izuku nodded. “Go on.”
Shouto ran a hand through his hair. “...I’m sorry. I’ve… I’ve been thinking. About my father.” Izuku’s expression showed he already understood completely, but stayed silent, prompting him to continue. “And my mother. And, I guess… I guess I thought…” His hand reached up to touch his cheek, fingers brushing where his scar ended.
Izuku shook his head. “Shouto.” Shouto’s hand fell back to his side, making way for Izuku to cup his cheek, his thumb stroking the charred skin. He planted a kiss on the scar, quick and sweet but still conveying emotions he could have easily expressed through an ‘I love you’. “You're perfect. No matter your scars. You know that, I’ve told you that. Didn't you believe me?” He asked, eyebrows knitted in worry.
“Of course, of course I did, I always believe you, but…” Shouto gave out a sigh, a tired sigh that one could only describe as being filled with deep regret. Izuku understood. “I’m sorry.”
“...I get it. It’s ok. You don't have to apologize anymore.” Izuku smiled softly. “Just promise me you won't do it again. I love you too much to see you doubt yourself like that.”
Shouto nodded, and Izuku wrapped his arms around his waist to pull the heterochromatic boy closer, and give one final kiss to his cheek. Izuku could hear a small chuckle. “God, you're sappy.”
“Oh, shut up.”
...ヾ(ﾟ∀ﾟゞ)
angsty teens doing angsty things because they're gay
howdy y’all i can't write
happy mcfucking birthday im unoriginal as hell. but y’all knew this, this untalented waste of a human life is the most uncreative and unoriginal being on this damn planet and everybody knows that shit ✌ anyway that’s day two (again, two days late) in the bag, now i have to write for trust. how the hecc, i feel like this crap could only be depicted through drawings and actually good art and im not ready to get killed over my nonexistent artistic ability so,
but im still?? writing this shit when i have no writing ability either?? wtf, life’s crazy y’all
