but like. can you imagine being deku and being so besotted with your childhood best friend who hates you, genuinely hates you, for something entirely out of your control. and they've built so many walls between you and you can never fully understand what you did to make them hate you that way, especially since you used to be so close and you don't know how to make it better
AND THEN getting into UA and seeing other people try to befriend this person and do what you tried to do and succeed, like... almost effortlessly. and you start to think 'well maybe my childhood best friend isn't difficult to befriend or all that reluctant to let people in. maybe it was just me.' and, as painful as it is, you try to learn how to accept that the person who had such a profound impact on you doesn't even care that you exist.
AND THEN you literally fight out your feelings with this person and you finally begin to feel like you're on the same ground, like you're finally beginning to understand each other. it'll never be what you dreamed of, but it's close enough. you'll take what you can get.
AND THEN! like two movies, many episodes, a couple literal and metaphorical awakenings and one batman arc later, you find out that NOT ONLY did this person actually care so much all along, they were actually just as obsessed with you as you were with them and that in their eyes, it was YOU who shaped who they were and who they are and had such a profound impact on their life. YOU were their image of victory. that every time you weren't looking, they were looking back. FINALLY, the two of you can finally be what you were meant to be together.
and then they go and fucking die.
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Lovesick - Laufey. From @thepenultimateword ‘s game. Song submitted by: @doublericenobeans
Hero hated mornings.
Aside from them being the worst time of day for waking up, they also never seemed to lose the feeling of the last night. The air felt the same, their things sat in the same spaces, and the only thing that ever seemed to change was what side of the bed was abandoned.
Not that that last part really mattered to the crime-stopper, but they somehow couldn’t seem to crush the spark of hope that sat in their heart. And with every new morning came the same-old shattered spirit.
God, what was the villain doing to them.
It seemed that no matter how high they held their head all day and all night, when the criminal was gone by morning it was always two steps back. It didn’t matter what the hero said before they fell asleep together, it didn’t matter if they begged the other to stay or to lay awake with them one morning. The villain had priorities, and attending to their nemesis’ wants was never at the top of their list. Hero eventually came to the conclusion that their name probably wasn’t on the list at all.
They hadn’t left the house that day.
And they didn’t feel like leaving today either, but they had used up all of their heartbreak-holidays now and another “sick day” would kick them from the force. So they hauled themselves up and into the kitchen, starting up their usual pot of coffee as they relished in the last of Villain’s scent on their pyjamas before dressing into their suit.
Maybe they could entice the villain for dinner tonight so they could meet at six instead of eight…
“So quick to get rid of me, huh?”
The hero spun around fast enough to give themselves whiplash and send them flying backwards into their closet. At the sight of the Villain, Hero wanted to die of embarrassment, they had always been the cool, calm and collected character and right now they were a blushing mess.
“Meaning the shirt, love.” Hero hadn’t even realized they had asked a question until the villain was answering it. And the villain huffed when the words got lost on the crime-stopper’s tongue once more.
“Wha… what are you doing here?” They gulped, audibly, before turning even redder, ears burning and eyes bulging.
Villain took a few steps closer, crowding the other against their closet doors. “I came to see you, obviously.”
“A-ah, yes, but uhm, why?”
The villain looked at them as if they were stupid. Had the hero’s pleas and begs finally worked? Had the villain had a last minute change of heart?
“You’re still wearing my emblem. It’s kind of my signature piece, yknow? Can’t really leave as ‘Villain’ if I’m missing the one thing that makes me, me.”
Oh.
The pin.
Of course, they had come back for the pin. Not to really see the hero nor be with them.
“Oh, yeah of course, sorry.” They unpinned it from their shirt, hoping that they hadn’t bent the metal in their sleep.
Villain smiled as the hero placed it in their hands, softly just like their lips, gently just like their kiss. “Thanks, love. Still on for tonight? Eight o’clock?”
“Y-yeah.”
They smirked, heading out the door before the hero could say anything else. “Perfect.” And the door shut behind them, shaking the raggedy apartment in its wake.
Hero hated mornings.
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