"In traditional Japanese aesthetics, Wabi-sabi(侘寂) is a world view centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection. The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is "imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete".
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Izuku had been home alone for most of the week. Ochaco had fallen ill so his parents took her to the city to see the family doctor. Izuku had volunteered to stay home and keep up with the chores. He bid farewell to his family and told Ochaco to feel better soon. He had expected the time alone to be calming but apparently his expectations were too much.
Izuku was out hanging the laundry when all of a sudden he heard a big splash. He looked around frightened at what could've made such a loud splash until he saw bubbles forming on the surface of the pond near the Sakura tree. Izuku forgot about the laundry at the moment he rushed over to the pond. it wasn't very clear so he couldn't see anything past the service. The bubbles were beginning to disappear and Izuku knew he had to act fast. He removed his kimono and drove in. He kept swimming down and down. How deep was this pond? He saw a glint of white and swim towards it. The boy from the festival? Izuku used his last remaining strength to pull the boy out of the water. He was dressed in a formal attire; almost royal. Izuku noticed the horns and wings... Wait. Where were his wings? Izuku could see where the outlines of the Wings the most of the feathers were either missing or scorched. His face had a scar over the left eye and it held a peaceful expression. Izuku remember that he didn't see the boy's chest moving so he quickly used CPR. after 5 minutes, the boy huddled over and vomited up water. Izuku gasped and backed away startled. The boy looked around confused until his eyes met Izuku's. The boy smiled and passed out. "What am i supposed to do?" Izuku thought aloud. He couldn't just leave the boy there. But he also wasn't allowed to let strangers into the house. Izuku felt the boy's head but pulled his hand back with a hiss. Now he really couldn't leave him. "I could always not tell my parents" Izuku sighed. He'd never done such a rebellious act before. Was it worth it? Probably (oh hell yes it is). Izuku gathered up all his strength to support the boys weight on his body. It took a while, but izuku finally got the boy into the front room of his house; kemono forgotten. Izuku sighed. How was he going to do this?
Shoto awoke with a start. his breathing ragged, his mind racing. Where was he? How did he get here? The room was small and it smelled of something sweet. His clothes weren't even his. What happened? "Oh! You're awake!" A voice spoke up surprised. Shoto looked in the direction of the voice and saw... him. Fluffy green hair, bright green eyes, little freckles dotting his cheeks, and most importantly, his beautiful white wings. Shoto wished to be able to run his fingers through those feathers. "You still have a fever' Shoto was so caught up in his daydream that he didn't notice the green haired boy touching his head. He blushed at the thought. "You must really be sick, your whole face is red" The boy said worriedly. "Oh, um I'm not sick that's just my natural temperature" Shoto scratched the back of his head nervously. "....Ok" The green haired boy said, unsure of whether or not to believe Shoto. Shoto moved to stand up but he hissed in pain at his "wings". "You shouldn't move just yet, your wings are pretty bad" Did the other boy know he could see his wings? "Don't look, I'm a freak!" Shoto covered himself up with the blanket, his wings still stinging. Izuku removed the blanket gently. "I don't think you're a freak, I think you're unique" Izuku softly smiled. Shoto looked down "That's not what my father says" he muttered under his breath but Izuku heard. "Hey" Izuku lifted Shoto's chin so their eyes met. "You are your own person, nobody can tell you how to feel or what to think" Shoto smiled slightly. "I'm Shoto Todoroki" "I'm Izuku" Shoto frowned a bit. "No last name?" He asked. "I'm adopted...sorta" Izuku looked away frowning. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know" Shoto looked downwards, embarrassed. "Its fine, really" Izuku reassured Shoto. "C-can I touch your wings?" Izuku nervously asked, changing the topic. "Uh, sure" Shoto replied, surprised at the sudden question. Izuku sat behind Shoto on the bed and examined his back. Besides the wing stumps and scorched feathers, his skin was fare and looked smooth. Izuku touched one of the wing stumps earning a sudden flinch from Shoto. "I'm sorry" Izuku squeaked. "Its fine, it just stings a little" Shoto reassured the once and still nervous Izuku. Suddenly an idea popped into Izuku's head. "Hold on, Ill be right back" and he left the room with a little skip.
Shoto looked up at the ceiling and sighed. He was In the room of the green haired boy now known as Izuku. Izuku. What a cute name. It was a lot to take in at once. It seems like he was in Hell a minute ago and now he's practically in heaven. "I'm back" Shoto heard Izuku call out in that soft familiar tone. Izuku was holding a pot with some sort of plant. "This might be embarrassing but could you take off the kimono and lie on your stomach?" Izuku asked, his face flushed. Shoto blushed as well but complied. He took off the kimono and sighed as the cool air hit his skin funny. He had been grateful to the holes cut into the back of the kimono for his wings to breathe. Thankfully he was wearing loose pants so he wasn't fully nude but partially. He lied stomach first on Izuku's bed. He heard a light shuffling felt a sudden weight on his back as the bed creaked. Was Izuku sitting on top of him? "The plant will help with the swelling..." Izuku trailed off Shoto held a small smile and put his face in his arms. "I trust you"
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Bakugo was extremely bored. Standing in the same spot, seeing the same boring ass wall, hearing the faint screams coming from the red haired angel. He was stubborn, but so was Endevour. Endevour was known for his short temper and his tendencies to fight fire with fire...literally. Plus, he never takes no for an answer. 'The angel must be unrecognizable by now' Bakugo thought. Not that he cared or anything...
It still felt like hours before the creaky wooden door opened. Endevour growled in annoyance as he proceeded to walk towards the stairs. Bakugo huffed and walked into the dingy room. He saw the red haired angel sitting on the floor in defeat, his skin looked ashy and his hair greasy. "You still alive?" Bakugo asked not expecting a reply any time soon. "Barely" he heard as an immediate response. "Whatever" Bakugo grunted and walked out of the room into the dimly lit smelly ass hallway. He slammed and locked the door behind him. The prisoner was still alive and he didn't get any orders from Endevour so Bakugo was at a loss. He was stuck in his thoughts as he stood beside the door. His mind traveled back to the red haired angel He felt guilty not helping him out, but if he did then Endevour would probably punish him in ways unknown to any other being. Was it worth it? Probably. Bakugo didn't care either way, he wouldn't really gain anything from it. Bakugo looked around to see if there was anyone else around. Nobody was really near his general area...
The only sound you could hear in the dimly lit hallway was the soft click of a door.
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am so sorry for making you all wait 3 months. School is back up and I'm lazy af and not writing like I'm supposed to. I'm still writing chapter 5 still lol Welp hope you enjoyed!
