"Sit back and watch my body as I dance for you."
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What if your dream appeared to be near, yet so far all at the same time?
Izuku Midoriya aspired to be a chef and he worked hard to achieve this dream, even if it meant making...
🎶Do do do do🎶 Read with precaution as well. It seems quite triggering to me so I guess I'll put it here.
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Annoyed and agitated were just a few of the words that I was feeling right now.
Even as I tried to make myself comfortable on my couch, to no avail could I do so.
I was constantly moving around. My feet sometimes resting on the chair and other times, the floor. My hands were stretched out across the couch and when I had grown tired of that position, I would just rest them on my lap or constantly wipe my face hoping to ease the sudden tension that I was feeling.
It didn't help that Izuku was avoiding me like the plague. I didn't tell him why I came home three days ago with a bloodied face and suddenly started hugging and showing him affection. I thought he would ignore it but I should know better than that that he wouldn't.
A sigh left me as I held forward in my seat. My head was in my hand and I then ran it through my hair. The bags under my eyes showed me no mercy letting anyone know that I had no sleep at all.
I couldn't sleep. How could I? My mind and body were alerting me that I would shut down sometime soon but I steered away from it. I spent those three nights watching over Izuku even though he was ignoring me. My head would snap up to any little sound that I had heard, resulting in me only getting at least an hour of shut-eye. I was ready to destroy anyone who dare hurt him, even though he would sleep facing the opposite side but I would never back him.
I couldn't stop him from going to school just as much as I couldn't tell him. At least not yet. He was almost finished with his year, only four to five months to go and he would graduate and get his degree. I know he was happy and I was too.
Although I hadn't spoken to Izuku for the past three days or much less, he didn't speak to me, I still had to make sure he was safe. He had his reasons and I had mine.
It irritated me inside that I was lying to him, something I told myself I would never do again. I didn't like it so I didn't expect him to do it but why was I?
I was doing it because I was afraid that he would go back to the way he was but I wasn't helping myself since I was keeping it in.
On many occasions, I could see that Izuku wanted to question me. The way he looked at me and scanned my features only for me to give a hopeless smile for him to shake his head and look away in return. The only thing that I would do is sigh since I couldn't think of doing anything else.
