LemonBalmLeaf



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    Aizawa looked him in the eye, placed a gentle hand around his bicep (not like Endeavor, his father had only ever touched him with the intention to burn) and asked, “Are you okay?”

    People don’t usually ask him things. They like to tell him things, like where to sit or what to wear or how to talk or how to be a hero or how to be himself.

    ‘Am I okay?’ He thought. He realized he doesn’t ask himself things, either.

    Shouto didn’t have an answer to Aizawa’s question, so instead he said:

    “A very long time ago, my mother did something....highly upsetting.” The boy was tracing the outline of his scar, his calloused finger stopping and jumping around the bumps and ridges of the burnt skin. “Something today reminded me of that.”

    “Do you want to talk about it?” His teacher asked.

    “No.”

    “Okay. I’m here when you do. I’m always here, kid.” Shouto only responded with a sob. He felt as if he’d earned that right after all the emotional labor he had been put through tonight.

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    29 Dec 2020

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    Maybe I'm just really emotional but this made me cry like a baby