SK005sagito
I'm trying to explain it, but even as I write this, something about it keeps slipping out of reach.
It's Izuku. It's always Izuku. He's the one who tells me I'm safe, the one who finishes what I can't remember how to say. And everyone else-people I should recognize, places that should feel familiar-look at me like I've already lived through something important that I can't quite hold onto anymore.
There's this constant feeling like parts of me are missing, not gone exactly... just out of sync. Like I'm always arriving a little late to my own life, and someone else has already arranged everything in my place before I get there.
And I think I was trying to explain something important about him. About me. About why it feels like I'm being guided through a story I don't fully remember agreeing to.
But-
...what was I saying again?
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Hey boys and girls, I'm back with another idea that popped up during my midnight shower thoughts 😌✨
This genre is definitely a first for me, and honestly, writing a three-shot while trying to keep every idea tied neatly inside the story was way harder than I expected. But I did what I could, and I really hope it turned out okay 🖤
So... have fun reading it, and if you enjoy it, drop a vote and maybe share it with fellow IzuOcha shippers 💚💖
It's got fluff, a bit of dark psychological vibes, and a whole lot of emotions mixed in between. I really hope you enjoy the ride 🌙✨