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Aizawa notices.
It’s small stuff, easy things that you think he would forget.
Early mornings, right after he’s still groggy from waking up with the alarm still singing it’s tune, you would run and hide in the bathroom to change into your work clothes. He never brushes his teeth with you anymore or wraps his arms around you as you cook something that smells like heaven or eats something resembling breakfast at the table with you. Anything resembling domestic sunrise mornings was stolen from him the day you stopped being… you.
The afternoon was off as well. You’d visit his office during lunch saying you had eaten something earlier. His tired eyes would scan you and Shouta knows, just knows that you’re lying to him. He would, of course, pester you in his own unique way, Try this, you’ll like it and he’d hand you a small juice box or fruit pouch to drink. Something little, nothing too big for you to be alarmed about his worries. He knows it’s easy for him to hide his anxieties, but he still twitches when you pull away from him when his hands lightly touch your waist. Cuddling with you was almost impossible if you were even still a little bit conscious.
Nights… nights were worst.
Aizawa has always been a touchy person. He hates contact with almost anyone, he craves warmth from those close to him. He doesn’t care about what others think of course, but he needs that reassurance from his friends. He hates big acts of kindness, but a pat on the back in public, or an arm around his shoulder in private, Shouta rolls his eyes but he loves every second of it. His chest swells at the contact, and craves it more every time they pull away from him.
When lovey dovey sickeningly sweet touches reduce to nothing but quick kisses on the cheek, his heart begins to ache. He knows it’s not logical to think or feel like this but you’re, you just feel so distant. The showers you two would take together after a long day of work was exhilarating. He would get to see you in the most purest form, both of you scrubbing away the exhaustion of an infuriating day, cleaning sins of the past and becoming clean together, showering with one another, being with each other as just one, pure and better together.
Now… you run to the bathroom without giving him the chance to run after you. You shut the door in his face before he can even join you. And when you leave the bathroom already fully dressed in your night clothes, it’s like he missed a part of his daily routine, like he lost a part of himself. He misses seeing you in your towel, skin slightly red after a burning shower, soft giggles from leftover bubbles still on Shouta’s nose, you would bop his nose and kiss it right after. Then he would kiss you so deeply on soft lips that he would undo the inside of the towel you tucked around your chest. You’d giggle and say something so cute, Are we really going to get messy after such a lovely shower? And he would always say, yes, I can never get enough of you. His hands would get lost on pudgy thighs and your soft warm body all over him as he pumps your hole full of his cock right on the bathroom counter and god he can’t even think of a time where he was ever happier. Just content with being there in the moment with you.
There was something about seeing you in little to nothing that made him feel at peace.
He loves you.
He whispers those soft words to you every night before bed.
Now, your body freezes most of the time. You say, I love you too, then turn off the lamp and lay down on the edge of your side of the bed, far, far away from him.
Under warm blankets and the security of home, he’s never felt more cold. This ache in his chest hangs so low that he begins to think his heart is actually weeping. He knows that's not possible but his brain won’t let him rest of ideas after ideas about why you are pulling away from him.
There’s this gap between you two and Shouta doesn’t know what the fuck to do.
The alarm is about to go off as bits of orange raze of sunlight lays on your skin. Shouta wraps his arms around your waist and hears your soft snores travel through his being. He softly sighs at the sound. This is the first time he’s held you in months and he’s relieved that you didn’t wake up.
Shouta misses you even though you sleep soundly in his arms.
The alarm starts off soft, slowly building up as the tunes waltz throughout the bedroom. Aizawa pecks your forehead, running a hand behind your ear to swiftly cup your cheek. He holds his breath as your eyes flutter, bits of (e/c) peeking out between your sleepy state of being. Shouta lightly kisses your neck, thumb shifting up and down delicately. Your skin is so soft compared to his. The scars and hero marks make his skin rough and it’s so nice to feel your smooth skin against his.
Shouta loves when your soft thighs rub against his cheeks as his tongue is deep inside your cunt, that’s his favorite place to be.
“S-shouta?” you stammer out, voice still groggy with sleep. “What are you-” he kisses those words away. Don’t think right now. This is a new day, he’ll create a new start for you two. He’ll worship you this morning, fuck you nice and deep and hard until you both cum with ‘i love yous’ still whimper on your lips. Aizawa will make you feel so much better, he’ll fix this. He knows he can.
Shouta deepens the kiss as his hands fall to your sides. His thumbs sink into your hips underneath the oversized shirt and god he’s missed this part of your body so much. You’re so warm on his fingertips, the sunlight hitting your bodies just right to make him feel finally at home, the alarm was a soft melody in the background and your lips kiss him like heaven-
You pull away from the kiss and grab his wrists.
Shoua stops his movements, searching through your eyes to find any level of discomfort.
Your… your pupils shake.
His heart tugs.
Shouta opens his mouth-
“We should get ready for work.” you state, crawling out of the bed and running to the bathroom, the turning of the lock blares through the apartment.
Shouta still lays there, his muscles tense as he rolls over to look at the bathroom door. The alarm blaring against the bedroom walls.
He grips the pillow you were laying on, his hand snuggling it into his chest as he holds his tears in.
~
When you don’t visit Shouta during lunch he loses his appetite.
He tries to drown himself in paperwork to forget everything happening in his romantic life but he can’t help but think about you.
Aizawa wants to call you, ask why the hell am I alone right? It’s infuriating not knowing what’s wrong with you. Usually he can read people so easily and decide exactly what to do to help but, but fuck why are you slipping away? His heart tugs every time he sees you because the rational part of his brain doesn’t know how to fix you. He dedicates his life to saving others and making them feel safe. He can’t even understand his girlfriend's obvious cry for help, and he doesn’t even know what she needs help with.
Later that day he goes in the direction of your shop so you two could walk home together but a chime comes from his phone.
It’s a text from you.
Something came up, won’t be home till late. Love you.
Just that,
Love you.
No stupid emoji, no cute smiley face, no picture, just a,
Love you.
~
He hears the front door open at around 1 am.
You hold the handle, closing it slowly. The little steps echo throughout the silent apartment as you make your way to the bathroom.
Aizawa stands in the doorway.
The lamp is still on, making the bedroom dim underneath the moonless night. You stand there, an oversized t-shirt on with black sweats. He knows you didn’t wear that to work.
He never sees you anymore, of course you’re by his side for most of the night but you don’t wear the clothes you used to love. Your clothes were always so baggy now and Shouta doesn’t think he’s seen your figure in months.
You step to the side to try and squeeze past him. Aizawa grabs your shoulders and rubs small circles into the joints. You relax a little, your muscles untensing from his touch. He’s glad he could at least do one thing right.
“Everything okay?” his tone is hush in the late night.
You pause but nod. “Yeah, yeah” you whisper. “Just need to clean up then we can go to bed.” you peck his lips.
Aizawa’s hand gently caresses your neck, fingers delicately dancing on skin. He feels you shiver against him.
“I need to clean up too.” Shouta leans in and kisses your cheek, his breath tickling your ear. His thumb glides down your throat, pressing slightly in the middle as you sallow around nothing.
“You can go first.” you whisper.
“We can go together.” Aizawa kisses your jawline, hands smoothing down your shirt as they land on your waist.
“S-Shouta…” you softly gasp as his mouth softly presses against your neck and he claims that as a small victory. But your hands find his own at your waist, your fingertips press into his palm as you gently push them away. “I, I’m sorry I-“
Shouta slowly stops his movements as you stamper out those words. He doesn’t want to push you into anything you don’t want to do, he wants you to know that he loves you.
Usually he’s collected and calculating, trying to find the most rational answers to problems but when he first met you it was the first time his mind wouldn’t let him think ahead. It was spring, because the seasons decided that the flowers needed to bloom for you every March, and Shouta was curious about the kind of cats a tiny flower shop kept. He had seen them wandering around during patrol with their paws carrying them to alleyways and window sills. The three cats would walk around the city, holding every person captive with their lean figure and soft fur. But when the sun was just starting to hit the end of the sky, the three would walk inside a little pet door and the little cat doorbell would jiggle every time. The black tabby was rubbing against him on a late March afternoon, she walked in between his legs and found comfort rubbing her head against the palm of his hand. The edge of the sun began to disappear behind the horizon and she could sense the difference of light on Shouta’s figure. Her paws carried her to the worn down wooden shop and Shouta followed. The little jingle of the cat door was first then his own filled the store with a louder jingle. With light music found only in the depths of tender playlists playing on low, his hands began to buzz. The stepped petals on cobblestone were scattered around but a path led to three small bowls on the floor. A door next to the bowls creaked open and as flowers stretched from aisles to walls to the ceiling, you stood right there. Your three cats swarmed around you, the black tabby looking up at Shouta.
And his mind replays that moment every time he sees Sable at your shop. He recalls how speechless he was and how blank his brain felt and God how freeing it was to just be in the moment with you. That day his hands buzzed like they craved honey, and when he shook your hand to introduce himself his whole face turned red like rose petals.
From that point forward he remembers your hands like he remembers his own. He understands how it should feel in his, how its weight lays against his, how perfect it looks wrapped around his hair or his whole body. Shouta knows how you feel based on how much you use your hands because your touch is what keeps him sane.
And when those fingertips are used to push him away, for the first time in two years, he’s a petal falling in the wind.
His eyes find yours and your pupils shake again. The passion of spring is gone.
“Shouta.” your voice was barely above a whisper.
He steps away from you, the little amount of lamp light casting shadows on the creases of your baggy clothes.
“You can go first.” he says trying not to let his voice waver. Shouta walks to his side of the bed which faces the window. The bed creaks under his weight as he sits there looking out into midnight, reminding him of black tabbies.
“Goodnight.” the door opens and you shuffle in. The silence overtakes you both but Shouta believes your will lets your words drift in the air. “I love you.”
Aizawa traces the lines on the palm of his hand.
“I love you too.”
The door comes to a close, the sharp sound of the lock coming right after.
~
The alarm begins to ring softly as the morning light grazes against his torso. He slowly rises, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as the bathroom door opens. Shouta turns around and sees that you’re already dressed for the day. He quickly looks away and pushes down the sting from his heartstrings.
“I was going to text you, did I wake-“ the alarm grows louder and Shouta bangs his hand against it to shut it up. He viciously combs through his hair until he finds the loose hair tie and creates a lazy bun. Your weight shifts from one side to the other. He needs to dial back his actions and keep himself at bay because the last thing he wants to do is scare you away.
But you, you just, I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.
“Shouta.” your footsteps lead you to his side of the bed. And Shouta tries not to look up. His heart is racing, his brain is flipping through ten thousand scenarios and explanations and problems and he’s about to do something he’s going to regret. He knows he is. That’s the problem with being with you, he never acts rationally, he’s always in the moment.
“What were you going to text me?”
You play with the bottom of your baggy shirt. “I’m stopping by the coffee place” our coffee place “early and I wanna spend some time with the cats.”
A perfect answer- such a well crafted answer that he shouldn’t be making a big deal over something so trivial and simple.
But maybe it would have been nice to rise before the sun has even reached the horizon and take a hot shower together. Then dry off as you two brush your teeth and do each other’s hair because he’s gotten so good at understanding your hair type. Maybe get dressed with music in the background and get distracted as you sing your favorite line but mumble the rest of the parts. Then pack your bags for the day as he hugs you from behind and kisses your neck as you laugh and whine for him to stop. Leave with bruised lips and messier hair and walk to the coffee place as the sky creates heavenly hues of golden yellows and streams of blues. You order for both of you guys but he pays the nice worker and leaves a tip bigger than usual just because he can. Pick up the drinks and complain about how his taste like dirt but yours taste like sugar and argue till the flower shop door opens with your key as Sable sits on the counter with two other tabbies waiting for their breakfast.
“I’ll see you tonight.”
And you leave without saying goodbye and Shouta realizes for the first time since you two moved in together, you didn’t say you loved him.
And for the rest of the day Shouta is a fucking train wreck. Mic tries to start a light conversation with him but Aizawa doesn’t say anything back. He pushes the students a little harder than usual to the point where half of them had to go to the old lady. At lunch he doesn’t eat because he loses his appetite knowing you’re out there probably not eating. During the faculty meeting he argues with All Might more than usual about the students to the point where even Mic is looking at him with concern and fuck does he hate that he can’t control his emotions anymore.
He’s not like this, he’s not that kind of person.
He walks home after such a long day of trying to keep himself in check and when he turns the knob he finds himself in an empty apartment.
This new routine goes on for what feels like centuries, you wake up early and leave early and when the alarm blares Shouta wakes up with nobody. He gets ready, walks to the school and goes through the motions of the day. At the end of the school session, he goes on patrol. Then he comes home to nobody. He takes a shower and goes to bed. You come in as soon as his head touches the pillow and he forces himself to fall asleep.
He was snappy at first, but as each day passes he becomes more lost in the idea of the inevitable.
But one day, the sun is almost done setting and he puts his key in to unlock the door. Shouta’s days have been becoming shorter and he finds himself mostly empty now. He’s just like he was before, going through the motions, he goes on missions and helps the students and does whatever he needs to do but at the end of the day he’s still alone.
When he unlocks the door, you’re there.
He’s taken aback a little bit but he doesn’t feel anything. The motion has been going on for so long that just seeing you earlier than usual doesn’t guarantee any form of communication. Aizawa closes the door and tries to walk to the bathroom.
“I made you something.” you say before he could disappear behind the door.
And that’s what makes his heart beat slightly faster than before. You made something… just for him. You didn’t ignore him or stated something that aligns with an excuse, you did something for him simply because you could. Shouta’s mind weeps at that thought because you’re in a relationship, you’re supposed to do these things for the other, you’re supposed to make them feel wanted for just being alive.
A shock of anger goes through him but dies down when he turns around and sees you patting the seat next to you. And there on the table was a plate of Shouta’s favorite meal.
You both stare at the plate as Aizawa sits down next to you. He notices that there’s no plate in front of you. He opens his mouth-
“I wasn’t sure when you’d be home so I already ate.”
Your fingers twitch and rub against each other as you avoid eye contact with him. He finally sees it. After all this time you’ve thrown him something he can make do with. Shouta knows you made this dinner on purpose, knows that you crafted that phrase just so he could ask you.
It may not be direct but you’ve made an opening, and that’s enough for his heart to latch onto.
“Why are you lying to me?”
Your hands still and your eyes still avoid his.
“I’m not lying.”
“You’ve been lying to me for months.” he needs to be careful, he needs you to know that he can help you, “When you leave in the morning I know you only do it to avoid me, you come home late to avoid me-“
“I’m not avoiding you.”
His heart runs faster than his mind. “Then why do you keep saying you’re okay?”
“I am.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not-“
“I am not going to do this anymore.” he pushes the plate away and puts his elbows on the table. You sit there staring at nothing. “I am not letting you make excuse after excuse to leave early and come home late, I wait for you to come home to me but you’re distant, always a million miles away in your eyes and I’m…” Shouta grips his hand. “I’m not sure I can keep doing this.”
The silence rises but is broken by your sniffles. Shouta refuses to look back because he knows how he is with you. It’ll take one look at those red eyes and swollen cheeks to make him hug you and hold you as you cry in his arms and he can’t let you get away from this that easily. You’re crying because you did something wrong.
But Shouta almost crumbles when your hands find his right one. Your sniffles become sobs as you peck his palm and then his knuckles.
He still looks away from you.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” you lay your forehead against his hands as your tears stain your baggy clothes. “I didn’t wanna push you away, I didn’t wanna hurt you, I didn’t…” Shouta bits his lip as you look at his hand. You hold it in your own and he notes how heavily it lays in his.
You take deep breaths, your voice wavering as you finally say what he’s been wanting to hear for months. “I haven’t been feeling real.” you play with his fingertips. “I thought maybe it was just a bad day, I woke up wrong or something but I just kept feeling like I was lost and I would never find it again. I felt like, like I couldn’t see the life around me anymore.” you gripped his hand harder. “And I didn’t understand what changed, what I did wrong to make me feel… like I wasn’t even alive. And I thought back to then, when we first saw each other and I realized that everything has changed and how much, how you’ve done so much for me. I thought, I thought you were with me because you see a lifetime with me and memories. But I just kept waking up with nothing left in my body. And I tried to make sense of it, thought maybe if I stopped consuming anything maybe I could finally control at least one feeling.” you shake. “And I know that’s not logical and not fair, I know what I did to you wasn’t right and I know you’re smarter and better than that and you wouldn’t leave me for something so stupid and trivial as waking up wrong and it’s so stupid but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I couldn’t stop looking in the mirror and feeling bare and I’m sorry, I’m sorry if I made you feel like you were the problem but you’re not. You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful Shouta and-and” you let tears fall, gently landing on his hand. “I’m not anything, I can’t make memories anymore, I’m not good enough for you Shouta, and I’m scared I never will be.”
And god please forgive him, please, because love makes Shouta want to go on a rampage.
It’s not an appropriate response, just the thought of anger during such a delicate moment makes Shouta sick but his muscles want to grab everything his hands can handle and throw it across the room. He wants to watch something shatter under his hold, or destroy something extremely valuable, or fight every villain on Earth because it’s just not fair. Your life is so much more than nothing to him because it’s everything. The way you breathe, the way your hands lay in his, the way your warmth overflows his skin makes him feel sane for once in his whole existence.
It’s just not fair for you to feel like you're nothing when you deserve everything life has to offer.
Aizawa hugs you, his hand still holding yours as they squeeze between you two. He prays his warmth travels through you. He kisses your head and hugs you like you’ll disappear again. You sob into his neck and cry harder when he kisses you.
“I’m sorry.” you repeat again and again as if it was your first time ever saying it. “I love you, I love you, I wanna be good enough for you, I wanna look perfect, I wanna… I’m sorry.”
He can’t reply, he can’t say anything because your mind is pacing and running and your heart is thumping and you’re not thinking straight. He’ll tell you how he feels when you can process his words and emotions but right now he’ll hold you and say
“I still love you, it’s okay, I love you too.”
~
Shouta takes in a breath as the Saturday sun casts light on his face, waking him rather than the alarm.
The weight on his chest confuses him until he looks down at your tear stained face. You sleep soundly with soft snores and chest rising against his own. His hand gently cups the nape of your neck while the other cups your cheek. He finally sees you now, after all these months of you trying to be good enough for him he just wants you to know how much you mean to him and how no matter how you feel or what happens you’ll always be wanted right here in his arms.
And maybe it’s unhealthy, to be this desperate and dedicated to someone, to do anything for them no matter what it might cost but Shouta doesn’t need to know the consequences, he just needs you.
Your eyes flutter open and Shouta is overwhelmed.
As your (e/c) eyes meet his, he surrenders to everything you are. God, he loves you, loves you more than a healthy person should and more than his brain can even rationalize. He can’t understand why you think that you would never be enough for him.
Shouta is helpless under your stare and his hands guide you to kiss him.
And he thinks he might cry because this feeling of your lips against his after so long fills him with pain and pleasure. Your whimpers make him sit up and pray that he’ll make you cry instead. His hands shift from your neck and cheek to your waist and Aizawa pulls back just to see if you are okay. Your lips shine red and your cheeks are puffy but your eyes swim in love.
You nod and kiss him like he’ll disappear tomorrow. He slows down the kiss, taking his time with you because you’re not going anywhere and he’s not either.
Your hands find his hair and he’s helpless as you play with the strands on your fingertips until you find the base and tug gently. Aizawa grips your waist tighter from the shock and whimpers when you do it again. He goes underneath your shirt and sighs once he feels your skin against his palms and you make shift until you're seated on his lap. Shouta pulls up the shirt and you pull back and take a breath. His heart beats faster with all his focus on you as you close your eyes and raise your arms. Aizawa pecks your cheek and pulls the baggy shirt until it’s completely off and forgotten on the floor.
The Saturday morning sun spreads around your chest and stomach, letting Shouta finally see your figure after being left in the shadows for so long. It was as if you were on display just for him, and you were his favorite work of art.
You were sculpted for him, for his eyes to draw in every detail your body entails and he knows this is unhealthy. To think you belong to him or made just for him is such an irrational and dangerous thought and just so wrong but he sees how well his hands fit around your waist, how your skin sinks in just for him, and if you being made for him wasn’t true then why do you-
You tug his hair again and all his thoughts are lost. His lips touch your neck and gently bite your skin. Your hips buck when he sucks on a vein and his hand undoes the tie on your sweats. His fingertips find the trim of your panties and goes underneath the lace until he feels your warmth. You suck in a breath as he softly messages you, gripping your hip tight when he feels you wetness leak on him. Shouta huffs hot air on your neck as two of his fingers slowly sink into your hole. You grip his hair and shoulder harder as you let out a small cry. Your weight leans against him and can feel the outline of your chest against his. He curls his fingers and gradually sinks in back and forth at such a low speed that you whine.
“Please…”
His hands waver at your high pitched plea and closes his eyes to try and control himself. He continues at this pace as you drip more and more on his hand. Shouta feels you shake against him, your breaths sharper and quick. Your body squirms against him, begging him to go faster but he keeps going the same pace.
“S-Shouta…” your hot breath against his neck makes his cock twitch. Suddenly he’s hot underneath all these clothes. You read his mind somehow and you pull up his shirt. He slowly takes out his fingers , watching closely as your eyes and body waver from their absence. He throws his shirt somewhere else and his hands are back on you again.
Shouta rolls you over so you’re laying on the bed. He watches closely as your eyes swim with love. His heart fills to the brim and his hands work before his mind even begins to wander. He gently pulls down your sweats all the way as they’re taken off completely. You lay there, and just for a second he sees your eyes waver back to what they were during all those months.
His lips find where love lies, right in between your chest and he kisses the skin that lays right above your heart.
Your eyes shift back to the moment, the sunlight grazing on Shouta’s pale skin as his lips outline every detail he sees on your body. His lips are soft but chapped from a lack of lip balm that you used to always make him use when you two were in the flower shop. With petals falling and hitting cobblestone you used to lean your chest against his as you used the stick against your lips. He would watch intensely as the moisturizer colored it, shining with a tint of red. You would beg him to just have a little just so he would know what it feels like to have strawberries against his lips. Then the stick would be left in your hand as he held your cheek and tasted sweet notes of honeyed humility.
Your petals shaked as Shouta’s lips gently pressed against your warmth, his hands gently holding your waist as soft whimpers left your shining lips. His tongue licked in between your clit watching intently as you gasped and twitched. You shook as his tongue squirmed inside your hole, lapping up your wetness that dripped all over his chin. His eyes grew darker at your sounds, urging him to go faster against your hole.
And as he tries not to come undone all at once and he thinks how? How could you think you were nothing when you look like this?
“Shouta… I’m… Shouta…”
And he keeps going, tongue sucking on your clit as he forces your body down on him as your breath hitches and hands grip the pillows. You tighten with each suck as his tongue squirms deeper into your pussy.
Your thighs snap against his head as you cry out his name. Your body lifts gently into the air as your cum leaks down Shouta’s throat and his neck. You whimper as he pulls back and fills your hole with three of his fingers, his chest laying on yours as his heavy breath warms your neck.
“(Y/n).” he whispers as his fingers move in and out at such an agonizing pace. “You like that huh?” your hole twitches with aftershocks. Shouta tries to stay calm but your wetness sticks to his throat as a reminder of how much his body isn’t his. His chest rises against yours because you allow it, air reaches his lungs and inflates, urging his heart to beat with every passing second, for his pulse to reach the end of fingertips deep within you. You breathe out whimpers and please and he breathes in everything you need. Please, please tell me everything you need, I’ll give you everything you want, anything and everything, I’m here for you I’ll do anything for you, my breath please…
“Shouta please…”
And he hears you say his name and he’s pulling his fingers out and gripping your hips. The tip of his cock lays against your slit. He can feel your cum leak onto him and he feels like he’s about to cry.
Every fiber of his being sinks into you, his mind, his sight, his hearing, his taste, his touch, everything belongs to you as his cock slips into your hole. He groans and you cry out, your hands latching onto his biceps, nails digging into his skin. He feels your walls twitch against him, as you squeeze around his cock so tight. The warmth makes him want to be here in this moment forever, giving you everything he has to offer. You pull his hair up causing him to gasp but your lips take that away from him. You swallow every sound he makes as he savors his own honeyed humility on your lips. Shouta’s hips move in and out of the warmth as pleasure fills his senses, the golden rays highlighting where his cock pounds inside of your hole. You pull back from him as his thrust moves faster, tears filling your eyes from him finding your spot.
“Shouta, Shouta…” you grip his hair and bicep tighter as you squeeze your walls against his cock. His mind is in a haze, his heart pounds inside his chest and everything is becoming too much. He feels something wet roll down cheeks as his hands move to hold yours. Shouta grips them tight as he puts them between your head and he can feel how heavy your hand lays in his, how your fingertips squeeze around his and how much your begging without even saying a word.
“(Y/n)… my baby, my baby, please, please,” he’s going impossibly faster as his tears fall onto your chest. “You’re everything, I love you, please take all of me, I love you…” Shouta shakes as you tighten against him, back lifting as you cum on his cock. You both cry out as he pumps your hole full of his cum, pulling out causing some to land on your lower belly.
Shouta leans back with a small breath and is consumed.
You lay there on the bed, sheets spiraling around you, the beams of golden sun wrapping around your figure with shadows peaking in where your body curves or is slightly covered by the blankets. His hands found themselves back at your waist where streaks of white cum rest on your stomach. His tears spread perfectly across your chest, some still traveling down to the cum while others streaming to the edge and falling into the curved shadows. Your hair is an irresistible mess as the streaks of beauty that is your own tears dry perfectly on your cheeks. You radiate warmth.
Your (e/c) eyes find Shouta’s. They’re filled with something golden, as if his love found its way back into your heart leading it to breathe life into your body once again.
Shouta’s heart beats the same and as he looks up and down at you again, he kisses you with all he has left.
“I love you.” he murmurs against strawberry tinted lips.
“I love you too.” you whisper in such a soft tone that he crumbles.
I’m yours. He thinks as his eyes roll back when he feels the sticky cum touch his stomach. If you feel nothing, I’m still yours.