Throw a Chair Through a Window and Call It a Day

I Like When Things Are Crazy. Something Good Comes Out Of Exhaustion

Being alone isn't the same as being lonely.

When you're alone, it's because you chose to be. You chose to cancel all your plans, shut off your phone, settle down on the couch and spend the next eight hours doing a movie marathon. Regardless of the severe drop in quality by the third addition. You chose to separate yourself from others for a little while and enjoy some time alone with yourself, a person only you can access and analyze, where you can collect your thoughts and be who you really are. Even if who you really are is a piece of shit, like Vlad. It was your choice, and no one else's. And Shota knows this because no matter how long you shut yourself inside your brain, how long you lock out the people around you behind a chained-shut door, there's still someone on the other side. Someone waiting with bated breath like an excitable puppy for your return, eyes flickering to the door every five seconds to see if you're ready to come out, knuckles gently and patiently knocking against the hardwood to coax you out. And more often than not, it works, if Vlad's disgusting love for an inferior animal such as a dog is anything to go by. So no, being alone is not the same as being lonely.

Being lonely is when the knocking finally stops. When you've neglected the door for so long that it's rusted over and become so disgusting that even you can understand why no one else would want to stick by it anymore.

And what's hilarious about all of this is that you don't realize you've become lonely until the shoulder you thought you could cry on covers itself with a black coat and shoves you off; until the hand reaching out to help you up tangles its fingers in your hair and throws your head back down against the concrete; until the car that you thought was your ride back home drops you off on the corner of a street and rides off into the distance- framed pictures, stuff animals, bedtime stories, and whatever else was left of your old life being tossed out the window and left to rot. And he's not gonna lie, it hurt a bit, seeing things he's cherished being treated as though they're worthless by people who don't even see the whole picture. Anything and anyone you ever thought you could depend on-trust- left you in the dust. So, ignoring the overly specific example, it's all very ironic.

Almost as ironic as not realizing you aren't lonely anymore until someone picks at your capture weapon, says the durability and length are very admirable and proceeds to yell 'THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID' and slaps your forearm as they cackle.

That's what happened to Shota, at least, fifteen years ago during one of the worst days of his life but again right at this very moment. And despite the breathtaking shock that came from that discovery, eyes microscopically widening watching purple eyes tear up at the edges as they roared in laughter, he still had enough control over mind and body to grab Midoriya's peanut butter covered apple slice right out of his hand and throw it at Nemuri's costume sleeve. The R-rated hero let out a strangled gasp, slapping the food item off her sleeve but not without leaving an ugly brown-orange stain in its wake, and glared at the merciless underground hero.

"You twiggy little bitch- "

"My scarf, Nemuri, my scarf." Black eyes narrowed at the woman next to him in judgment and betrayal, "The one thing I told you never to make another dirty joke about ever again, and yet here the fuck we are . I hope it stains forever, you goblin, I'll ruin your laundry bill." And that's a promise. Shota knows first-hand just how horrible stains from certain substances can be on specific types of fabric- he can thank Majima and his poor eye coordination for that- and that's precisely why this is the best course of action for his war against Nemuri.

"Well excuse me for trying to find a little entertainment in my life, especially since it's obvious you aren't giving me any. Dragging me over here-"

"You followed us."

"-taking up my break-"

"I can't remember a single moment you taught this week." Or this month, actually. What do his students do during hero art history anyway? Find symbolic meanings based on the color palette of All Might's tacky costume? Connect Tensei's armor to the medieval time period?