Obviously, because of how common it is, Toshinori and Aizawa do not appear to...have anything to do with each other. But under velvet sheets and many facades lie raging arguments and repetitive lamb-to-the-slaughter effects. Clouded is the truth, clear is the lie. Shrouded in darkness with the truth is their delicate relationship, so delicate it resembles a feather creating small cracks on thinner-than-thin ice. Why is it so thin? Aizawa had no intention of actually falling for Toshinori. Believe it or not, he only did it so Toshinori would be happy. But is he, really? The former pro hero still feels strongly for his mate, or can he even call Aizawa a mate? More of a fuckbuddy for sure, but that's a little far from the point. No matter how many times he tells himself to get away from Aizawa, break the ice and drown in the truth, he can't. He's in shackles, chains embellished with weights, cuffs of iron. All because of his stupid feelings, he's bound to Aizawa, adhering to anything of him, following him and worshipping him as if he were a god. But to what?
Toshinori Yagi does not expect anything in return. No, scratch that, he expects one thing in return. He yearns for that genuine contact, for this to be real. He wants to be loved, to give love, for this to evolve and become stronger. He doesn't want to be someone's fuckbuddy...will that become a reality? Or will he continue to be held captive in a useless game of tag?
❝The way you're looking at me right now
makes me wonder where you want me.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
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