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Chapter 82: What a Twist!

Saw a great post on Overhaul here by @x-kiwi-03 and had to add on! Overhaul the quirk is amazing — it can repair everything Tomura destroys; it can heal; it can bring the dead back to life. That alone has to play a role in the MHA endgame. The Overhaul quirk still exists too, much like how Erasure still exists inside Aizawa even if he can’t use it with one eye. Plus there is this:

Meanwhile, Overhaul the person gets underestimated because he’s beaten by Tomura. And he’s a monster to Eri. And he’s a germaphobe. And he’s SUPER angsty about wanting people to call him “Overhaul,” his quirk’s name, and NOT using “Chisaki,” his supposed family name.

And he’s so desperate to impress Boss/Pops, his father figure. It would make sense if his desperation came from Pops “rescuing” Chisaki from AFO. It would explain why he hated the Chisaki family name, and why Overhaul is the one to bring up AFO to Tomura in both of their conversations.

Interestingly, in Ch.312 (which was just animated), Chisaki doesn’t acknowledge AFO; it’s AFO who recognizes Chisaki…and suspiciously doesn’t use EITHER of the names “Chisaki” OR “Overhaul.” It’s a contrast to how AFO treats Toya, directly saying his name and talking about “disposable lighters.” In Tartarus and in front of AFO, Chisaki only says “boss” and no complete sentences.

Overhaul then speaks in complete, varied sentences in 315 & 316, after he’s away from Tartarus and AFO. He CAN say more than just “boss” or “old man,” but he doesn’t when he knows AFO is present. Nagant thinks he just has some screws loose, but it’s entirely possible he’s got some window into AFO. Like maybe AFO made a copy of his quirk and he can feel when it’s nearby. Or maybe there is some kind of fate/wishful thinking thing going on — Izuku was supposed to die at Overhaul’s hands; Overhaul says Nagant wasn’t supposed to lose; Nagant says her meeting Overhaul was fate.

But the biggest “he’ll be back” of all is that, when Izuku offers to fulfill Nagant’s promise and take him to “Boss,” we never hear Overhaul’s answer. We don’t know what side he’s on; and we don’t know where he is, physically.

Needy shigaraki or keigo dry humping users thigh? :)

-🎭

BOTH!!!! BOTH IS GOOD!!!

we r doing both.

💌this is nsfw. mdni!!💌

cw for keigo’s: includes somnophilia (previously discussed consent mentioned)

after another long night, keigo could barely stand as he crept through your balcony window, immediately kicking his shoes off and stripping himself of his clothes, hitting the floor with a soft thud. left just in his boxers, he crawled into your shared bed, under the warm covers, and you shifted slightly, wiping your eyes.

“kei?” you asked in an adorable sleepy voice

“hey, baby, another late night..” he said, moving closer as he pulled you against him

“mhmm…” you hummed, already back asleep, lulled into a cozy world of comfort.

keigo chuckled softly, running his hands along your body, drinking in the sight of you. you wore that pajama set he liked, the cotton tank top and matching shorts. tiny matching shorts.

he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head as you stirred ever so slightly. see, the thing about you is that you were sometimes a sleep talker, and that would include making little sounds and noises. keigo found it endearing, especially when you talked in your sleep, regaining your sleepy words of wisdom to you the next morning.

but for some reason, tonight was different.

while tiny mewls and whimpers fell from your lips, keigo’s cock twitched in his boxers.

“my pretty girl,” he whispered as he climbed on top of you. he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your pretty, plush, slightly parted lips. “so sleepy, hm? had a long day? me too baby.. i’m sorry i wasn’t home..” he spoke softly into your hair, slowly beginning to grind against your leg.

you had told keigo before that you didn’t mind if he woke you up in this way; in fact, you’d actually find it hot. but you were so peaceful and he was sure that you were so tired, he couldn’t possibly wake you with his own needs.

so he’d get the next best thing

he moved his hips slowly, shaky gasps escaping his throat as he forced himself to stay at a steady pace. was he perverted or were you just this sexy to where he could get off from fucking dry humping your thigh?

he moved a hand to the edge of your tank top, slowly lifting it up to it sat just above your perky tits, and he couldn’t help but take one in his hand, whimpering and whining as he desperately fucked against your thigh.

“fuck, baby, you have no idea how good you make me feel. i’m fuckin’ your leg and i’m about to cum.. fuck, god, fuck, i can’t help it.. feels so good..”

his mind was becoming increasingly dazed, his usual groans and moans turning into pathetic whimpers.

“fuck, baby, can’t- i can’t- can’t handle much more.. feels.. feels real good.. ‘m gonna.. gonna fucking cum..”

as he picked up his pace, your tits began to bounce rhythmically, nearly hypnotizing him as he leaned down, hiding his face in your neck, holding onto you tightly as his orgasm was quickly building in him.

“mmh- gonna- gonna cum, baby.. fuck, just from your fucking thigh.. your pretty.. pretty thigh..”

his orgasm washed over him as his wings twitched, his cock spilling his cum into his boxers (a mistake he would realize in just a few moments) as he thrust against your leg a few more times as he rode out his orgasm.

after having a moment to breathe, he pulled away, his heart beating louder in his chest as you laid there like an absolute angel. he pulled your shirt down, kissing your cheeks a million times before cleaning up in the bathroom and changing his boxers. he immediately climbed back into bed with you, and for a rare time was the little spoon, letting your arms and legs wrap around him.

tomura laid on your stomach, holding you gently (careful to not use all five fingers of course) as you played a game on his switch. both of you were in your pajamas, consisting of a baggy t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. he moved his head under the switch, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“what’re you doing?” you ask, still focused on your game.

“what do you think i’m doing?” he grinned, fingers sneaking under your shirt, full of hunger.

“jesus, it doesn’t take much for you, does it?” you playfully scoff as you feel him already hard against your leg.

“nah, not at all..” he chuckled as he moved his hips gently, sighing at the light friction.

you and tomura’s sex life was far from dull; with both of you being more on the switch side, it definitely kept things interesting. right now, it seemed like he thought he had a semblance of control, but you were sure to turn the tides on that.

as he moved his hand further up your shirt, you paused your game, grabbing his hand through the thin fabric.

“no,” you hold it firmly. “just keep doing what you were doing. i’m busy.”

tomura raised an eyebrow.

“excuse me?” he nearly laughed.

“you heard me. just do it.” the tone in your voice was enough to make tomura weak in the knees. as much as he hated to admit it, god he loved when you were dominant with him.

he reluctantly began to move his hips against your thigh again, moving his hand outside of your shirt to cup your chest on the other side of the fabric (as much as it pained him).

he bit back his lip to hide his embarrassing whimpers as he desperately ground his hips against your thigh, hoping you would have some kind of mercy on him and just fuck him.

but you didn’t. you acted like he wasn’t even there as you continued your game.

“y/nnnnn…” he groaned as he looked up at you like a wounded puppy, still trying to hide any whimpers.

“yes?” you asked, not looking away from your game.

“please.. this is so..”

“if you don’t like it, why are you still going?”

“well, i-.. it’s just, i’m-“ through all his stuttering, he didn’t stop the quickening movements of his clothes cock against your thigh.

as soon as you looked at from over his switch with a tilted head with wide eyes that held a questioning look, waiting for him to properly answer, he buried his face in your chest, whining against your tits as he only increased his speed, becoming slightly sloppy in his pace.

“poor baby…” you teased, putting the switch down as you ran your hands through his hair.

“j-just.. feels- feels so good- b-but.. but i.. need- need you…”

“i know, i know..” you coo. “but you’re doing so good.. so good for me..” you grin as you watch him continue to lose his resolve, gripping your sides tighter as he fucked against your thigh. “you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

“yes, fuck, yes, please, please, please, please baby, please!”

any embarrassment tomura held melted away, as all he could think about right now was cumming whenever you said to.

he pulled his boxers down just enough so the pink tip of his cock stuck out, already dripping with precum.

“be a good boy for me,” you hum, leaning down to kiss his head. “i know you can.”

at your encouragement, tomura’s erratic thrusts halted to a stop as his body froze, his cum splattering across your thigh while his body shook, all while you ran your hands through his hair and along his back, praising him sweetly, reminding him how good he was, how proud you were of him.

once recovering, tomura made sure to clean you up, all while plotting the revenge you’d be receiving for the rest of the night.

Well shit…

Crashout shirt

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

(All photos are from Pinterest)

Part 2

(LONG BLURB because writing is my therapy)

Flashing lights and a foggy entertaining way greeted you as your best friend pulled you into the Fraternity house that resembled a castle made of pure quarts. The tall pillars and arched windows were enough tell that the guys who lived here would be more than supplied for the party, and that made you nervous. Mina loved to drink, and you’d taken the train here, promising each other you’d remain at least mostly sober.

“Pinky!” A black haired man exclaims as the large oak door closes shut behind you. Mina’s hand that held yours drops as she wraps the mystery stranger in a friendly hug. “You fulfilled my request to bring a cute friend.”

It wasn’t what he had said that made you uncomfortable, but the way the man’s eyes trailed from your head to your toes with a satisfied grin. You were used to men checking you out, even more so when you had the people magnet Mina with you, but this was different. It made your skin crawl and the hair in the back of your neck stand straight up. This man was a creep, he didn’t even need to speak to you for you to put that together.

“Oh, shush!” Mina’s soft voice laughs, her arm reaching back to link through yours as if to reassure you he was no harm. “She isn’t interested, and you aren’t single.”

“So- who was that?” You question once she’s successfully pulled you through the crowded foyer and into the very modern and very large kitchen. “Who lives here? The president?!”

“It’s the sports house, I think like 30 guys live here.” Her casual explanation didn’t exactly answer your question but you didn’t care too much to pry further. “Oh, by the way- Kiri!”

Your head turns to the doorway that had caught her attention and your face drains of color as you notice the pair walking toward you. You didn’t recognize the red haired man who’d pulled Mina into his side, but the man beside him sent you into an immediate bad mood. Was the universe testing your strength or was he stalking you? Beside the canoodling pair was none other than the man who’d yet to apologize for splashing you or stealing your deliver drivers snacks.

He was dressed head to toe in black, not that you’d expect anything less, his hair messy as if he’d literally just rolled out of bed and been drug here. As your eyes meet, you find yourself getting nervous. With Mina preoccupied, and Bakugou being hell bent on pissing you off, you knew it was bound to be a long night.

“Loser.” Bakugou greets, pulling his phone from his pocket. You say nothing and lean against the wall beside Mina. “How many of my friends do you know? I’d like to avoid this in the future.”

-

Almost an hour had passed, and you’d yet to push yourself off of the wall Mina had left you at. She wanted to dance, and you had no intention on joining her and third wheeling. Once Bakugou had left, Kirishima introduced himself but that was as far as you got in conversation before his entire attention was back on the girl that had come to see him.

“Hey!” Your eyes lift from your phone hearing her voice calling to you in the thick crowed that formed in her absence. You’d just slide the phone into your tiny bag when she reached you with wide, excited eyes. “Kiri wants to take us to watch a race! We’re leaving in 5!”

“Wait-.” You try to stop her, tell her that it wasn’t happening, but she was already slipping through the crowed before your hand moved to reach for hers. “Fuck.”

You didn’t want to go watch an illegal race, much less with a man neither of you knew. If your dad found out, you’d be as good as dead without a single tear shed. He wasn’t an awful father, but his loyalty to the law came first and if he knew his baby girl was partaking in illegal street races, he’d burn the city to the ground himself.

“Worried daddy’s gonna be disappointed if you live a little?” You refuse to react to Bakugous snarky comment. He was right? You were worried about your father’s opinion but that’s none of his business. “Don’t worry loser, the idea to race tonight was formed recently so as long as you keep your mouth shut we won’t get caught.”

“Thought you’d never be in a position to need me to keep my mouth shut?” Your arms cross as you finally stomach your anxiety and look beside you where he stood. His eyes give you a once over, a weird feeling settling over you as they return to meet your own. “I should tell him, since you decided to splash a puddle at me and then steal food from my porch.”

“How would you tell him?” His playful tone made you want to rip that stupid smirk off his face and stomp on it. Still, through his taunt, his hard set eyes don’t falter and his right hand raises with an all too familiar item in your hand. “You’d need your cell phone to do that right?”

“Give me that!” You reach, gasping as you realize he’d pick pocketed you in the last 60 seconds. How was he able to swipe it without you noticing? “Seriously? I’m not a snitch, I’m not gonna rat anyone out. Mina’s going and I’d never do that to her.”

“I’ll keep it until the race is over. To be sure.” His shoulder brushes against yours as he walks past you and toward the hall of people. You’re quick, shoving through the apparently cinder block bodies that separated you. “Keeping up, mole?”

“M-mole!?” You exclaim, finally shoving past the last few people lingering in the door way and meeting him on the concrete outside. Your irritation was at an all time high and you could stop your hands from shaking as you press a finger into his tshirt covered chest. “I’m not a mole, now give me my phone!”

“How about- I keep it, then when we get there I consider giving it to you?” He brushes your finger off and continues walking toward the sidewalk where Mina waved to you excitedly. Does she not see what’s happening? Bakugou looks toward Kirishima as you struggle to keep up with his long strides. “You know her dad’s a cop right, shitty hair?”

“Yeah, but she’s cool.” Kirishima waves his hand as if he’d known you for his entire life and trusted you. “Plus, Mina says she doesn’t even talk to the guy.”

“Mina.” You shriek, offended she’d even think to warn Kirishima, or give him reassurance. “Why would you tell anyone that?”

“I didn’t think it was an issue!” She plasters a fake smile on her face as the four of you begin walking in a direction you hadn’t come from. “Plus, I don’t want everyone thinking you’re a mole or something.”

Bakugou lets out an amused huff as Kirishima opens the back door to a small silver car. If this was a bike race why were you getting into the back seat of a car? Do they leave their bikes somewhere near where these races happen-?

“I’ll meet you there.” You jump as a loud bang rattles the car, Bakugous hand coming down on the outside roof of the car as he peers into the passenger seat to talk to Kirishima. His eyes trail back to you and he rolls his crimson eyes before reaching in to toss your phone into your lap. “Snitch and I come find you.”

-

The dark underpass held little to no light as you trail behind your distracted friend and her current love interest. She hadn’t spoken to you the whole ride here, but you felt her eyes bouncing over to you ever so often. You knew she was worried you’d call your father, but she was right. You hardly ever spoke to him anyway.

“Oh wow!” She beams, following him to the crowd forming under the bridge. Empty beer cans crunch under your shoes as you follow, stopping once Kirishima has helped push your way to the front. “This is cool! Isn’t it?”

You didn’t want to be nice to her right now, so you shrug and keep your eyes trained on the two men perched on their bikes in the center of the abandoned dirt road. You recognized Bakugou easily, you’d posed on his bike a week ago and could feel the arrogant aura dripping from the matte wrap of the bikes body. As if he’d felt you staring, he pulls his helmet off and looks over to where you stood unhappily and grins.

He was enjoying the fact that he was about to break the law in front of a cops daughter, knowing she couldn’t do anything about it. Or maybe his goal here wasn’t to taunt your postion between your best friend and the law. Maybe he just enjoyed pissing you off.

The next few minutes drag on in a blur, but you couldn’t shake the weird unfamiliar buzz flowing through your veins as a pretty blonde steps in front of the two men starting their bikes. When her arms fly up, you notice a small tilt to Bakugous helmet as he looked in your direction as if to say ‘watch this’.

The crowd goes silent as the woman speaks, before throwing her hands down. Dirt flies, creating a mist of dirt and debris as the wheels find traction and send each if them flying down the road. If you’d have blinked you might has missed Bakugous legs lifting from the ground and his body leaning into the body of the bike before he disappeared down the deserted road.

“This is so cool.” Mina squeals, bouncing between her feet with one of Kirishimas arms draped over her shoulders. How long had she known this guy again? “Did you see that? He like disappeared- oh look they’re coming back!”

You look up, seeing the other racer making his way back toward where he started. The sound of the engines echo through your ears, the ground rattling slightly beneath your feet as the man slows down enough to slide his bike in a way that turns him around to head back down the opposite direction. Bakugou right behind him, using his leg to slide his bike even faster than the man before him.

It wasn’t long until the crowd grew in volume and cheers erupted excitedly with the winner returning to the starting line. You too felt excited, even though you knew being here was against your character and everything you’d been taught to value. The only down side was Bakugou had crossed the Finnish line first, which meant his ego would be growing impossibly larger very soon.

“He’s so hot.” A random female voice gasps from beside you as Bakugou removes his helmet and steps of the Bike. “Oh my god, Tiff! He’s coming over to us!”

You felt sorry for Tiffs friend who wore a bright smile aimed at him. You knew he was coming over to taunt you, not to hit on her and you wished his eyes were set on her and not you. She held her smile tightly, stretching the skin around her mouth so hard it looked painful, all the way until he stopped in front of you and glared down at your guilty eyes.

“Enjoy the show, loser?” He asks, completely oblivious to the offended girl beside you who’d already begun staring at you in disgust. “I completely dusted your boy, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of it.”

“My boy?” You question, looking to Mina for any insight on what he meant, but unluckily for you- she’d been preoccupied with her tongue down Kirishimas throat. “Who-?”

The word hadn’t even fully left your lips before you were sucking in a surprised gasp. You look past his shoulder and feel your head spinning as you lock eyes with the man who’d just raced against Bakugou. Bakugou watches with a cocky smirk, probably expecting your surprised reaction to the second racer’s identity.

“Tenya!?”

-

You knew Tenya from childhood, his brother had helped your father a few times on the force and you’d developed a brief friendship with the man who’d now avoided you like the plague. You were shocked, knowing how uptight he was about following simple rules, but you also weren’t too surprised he found fun in racing. He’d always been intrigued with engines.

“Ready to head home?” Mina asks after what felt like 12 hours. After the first race, a few more went in, but you lingered back to Kirishimas car and waited for Mina to remember you’d come with her. “He’s gonna drop you off, he’s saying bye to his friends and we’ll go!”

A simple nod answers her question and you pull your phone from your pocket as you wait. You try to forget the rush you felt watching the race and instead focus on looking into ordering Mali a new pair of Pointe slippers. If anything would distract you, it would be the 3 digit price tag on the shoes the company required the dancer to wear.

Kirishima returns and you file into his car shortly, you don’t even bother making small talk, not when Mina was happily sharing gossip with the driver. You were happy that she seemed happy, but worried crept into your chest as you wonder if she was aware of this part of his life before inviting you to meet him. She had to have known you’d have warned her not to get involved but you’d hoped she’d have told you anyway.

You were stepping out and waving goodbye just as a message comes through your phone making you shake in anger once again.

Bakugou (Asshole): Stopped by and grabbed another Gatorade, Dekus cats on your porch again.

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-Parchy

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016. CARNATIONS

The first month Touya spent without you didn't feel real. He felt like a kid waiting by the door for you to come back every night. And with every day that passed, your absence was a cruel jackhammer into his heart that reminded him you weren't coming, no matter how much he wanted you to. His mind felt like it had been unplugged, a dull melancholy beating in place of it instead.

He spends a lot of his time thinking about you. Touya knows how much people can change in so little time. So, he wonders what will have changed about you when he sees you again. It's like a fairytale playing out in his mind whenever he thinks of you—because all he can see is himself flying through these next few months and straight into your arms. He's not afraid of forgetting the sound of your laughter or the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, because those very things were permanently etched into his soul. You were a tattoo kiss that couldn't be erased, serving as a silent reminder of what he was fighting so hard for.

His mind is a broken record player that only shows him moments in time with you—moments where he had felt true happiness for the first time in his life. He'd wake up with his heart beating fast and his eyes stinging like they'd been washed with the hottest of spices.

The second month is when the chilling realization that Touya got you fired finally settles in. He never really thought past the fact that you didn't have a job here at the hospital anymore—he chose to stay blissfully ignorant rather than thinking too hard about it. He felt the guilt bubbling and burning in his chest, how had he not been more worried about your well being? Truly, Touya was stupefied. Why hadn't you expressed even a shred of anger towards him? Just a few sharp words would be fine, Touya wouldn't mind at all. Because it would make sense. You were jobless, thanks to him.

And it's not like you'd been fired from just any job, it's not like Touya's father had placed him in just any hospital. This hospital laid in Japan's most beautiful lands, on acres of endless greenery. It was the best institution for hundreds of miles in every direction.

Touya can't help but go down the rabbit hole in his mind, crawling deeper and deeper into the infinite number of possibilities your kindness made. And Touya was unfamiliar with being around people who didn't have ulterior motives, so much so that he had trouble simply understanding that maybe you not getting mad at him was just a show of humanity. Something he wasn't familiar with.

The third month is when Touya is handed a calendar. The numbers and months are all scripted in cursive, spanning multiple pages that felt like the softest silk between his fingers. After flipping through the calendar, Touya decides he wants to hang it on the wall. Your gel pen hangs loosely from Touya's lips as he bites down on the end of it, his hands working to carefully pin his calendar to the wall. Gradually, the boxes fill up with red marks crossing out each one of them. There's still a great number of pages to go, but Touya's release day is regarded with a small smiley face he drew.

The fourth month is when Touya has his first nightmare since you left.

He went to bed that night as he always did. He did his nightly routine of washing up and combing through his hair until it was a fluffy cloud atop his head. He stared at his slowly healing scars in the mirror for at least fifteen minutes before changing into his night clothes and settling down to write his letter of the day to you. Some days, his letters would span pages—stray papers would be strewn all over his bed as he tried to organize his thoughts. And other nights, he'd only write down a sentence or two before folding up his letter and filing it away. All the letters he wrote were kept in a small box Akari gave Touya to keep near his bed. Touya has a feeling you'll be proud of how much his handwriting has improved when you read his letters.

His nightmare was unexpected. It was dark and heavy in a way that made it feel like his lungs were collapsing and someone was stepping on his throat. He woke up the moment it became too much for his heart to handle, sitting straight up in his bed with a strangled gasp as his hand moved to clutch his night shirt—trying to ease his breathing.

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, and Touya's tongue darts out to wet his dried lips before he glances at the emergency button beside his bed. He's not completely sure if he's having some sort of a heart attack, but his throat is closing up, and he feels terribly dizzy. He swings a leg over the edge of his bed, cradling his head in his hands as his eyes squeeze close.

But, he'll be fine. Because he remembers your breathing exercises. Like clockwork, Touya breaths in and out—he counts and he thinks about his senses; what he feels, hears, smells—and then his erratic heart slows to a calmer melody. After that, Touya is able to lay back down, though shivering, and go back to sleep. It takes him a bit of time, but his head feels like its been stuffed with cotton. Soon enough, his pale lashes are fluttering close.

Dabi would have broken down. Dabi wouldn't have gone back to bed, he would've stalked out of whatever shitty hideout he was camping in and find something to burn. Maybe an abandoned car lot so he could melt the cars that sat stationary and forgotten‚ because melting metal looked like liquid gold sometimes. An illusion of a drug all in its own, destruction had been Touya's escape at one point.

But now, Touya sleeps like a baby in his room—with a trickle of drool running down his chin as he snores quietly. His bed head was a mess, too—but despite it all, he resembles an angel that had regrown its own wings. Touya has shed Dabi in the same manner a snake sheds to reveal the new layer of skin beneath, untouched and pure.

The fifth month is warm. Touya walks in the recreational garden a lot more as the sun begins to shine more, and his cactus has been growing a lot, too. Touya feels stronger—not physically, though he is proud his body isn't anywhere near as weak as it had once been. Mentally, his head had ceased its constant screaming. It was like all the noise had come to a screeching halt. And although he doesn't know what change there was in his chemistry that made him feel this way, he's grateful. Every day is a day closer to you—every breathing second a second closer to the home he knew.

The sixth month is when Touya starts getting emotional. He's so close—he can almost hear your voice calling out his name. He daydreams about you constantly, wondering how hard he's going to hug you once he sees you again. Tonight is one of those nights where Touya pours his heart and soul into his letter. He only had a few more days left until he'd see you again. The doctors had run multiple tests and evaluations on him, and he'd exceeded their expectations. Just like he promised you he would.

Touya's eyes squint when he realizes his words weren't forming on the page in front of him—before realizing his pen had run out of ink again.

He fights the urge to let his eyes close as he quickly caps the old pen and tries reaching for another one—but his hand misses the pencil case twice. His eyelids were heavy with sleep—blurry too, and he couldn't even manage to grab another pen for himself. Touya didn't even hear Akari enter his room—all he felt was a gentle pair of frail hands helping him stand. His legs felt like jelly, and he regarded the older woman with squinted eyes.

" 'm not a baby, Akari." Touya mutters as he gently removes Akari's hand from him. His voice is hoarse, and Akari laughs lightly at the sight of Touya's sleepy smile. If she didn't know better, she'd say he was drunk. Simply put, he was acting silly. But he was just high off of the prospect of seeing your face again.

"Let's get you to bed, Touya." Akari responds softly as Touya nods groggily. He's about a foot away from the bed when he speaks up, the worlds tumbling from his lips in something close to a whine. He was delirious from lack of sleep, but even then—he was only thinking of one thing.

"I miss my Y/n,"

Akari mutters a quiet oh dear when Touya suddenly loses all his will to stand. Touya crumples against her completely, his larger frame moving sluggishly as his head fell with a quiet exhale. Akari lets out a started yelp before carefully helping Touya lower himself onto the bed. His words were slurred with sleep, and it was clear that he hadn't gotten enough rest these past few days.

"She's waiting for me out there. I...I really can't wait to see her," Touya admits breathlessly, and Akari hums as she pulls his blanket over him. Touya doesn't move an inch, resorting to staring up at the ceiling above him as he presses the back of his forearm against his forehead.

"Night, Akari. Get some sleep, yeah?" Touya yawns, finally rolling over to get comfortable in bed as he presses his cheek against his pillow. Akari rises from her chair, gently patting Touya's shoulder as she bids him goodnight. Touya keeps an eye on Akari until he can confirm she's safely left the room before finally allowing his eyes to close, succumbing to his fatigue as he falls asleep.

Touya feels like a little kid all over again. He felt like he could face the world and come out on top—and it was an incredible feeling. He hadn't felt this type of hope in a long time, but you inspired something youthful in him—rekindling a flame deep inside he thought had been put out so many years ago.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; everyone say thank you taylor swift. carnations would not be a thing without her, this girl got me through every chapter 😭 i can't write a single word unless she's playing...i think i'm crazy...💔 alsoo touya is so in love in makes me fawking sick. OH btw, y/n cried cause she missed his b-day after getting fired. but this guy was giggling in his room while writing u love letters because he literally forgot it was his birthday and was just minding his own business completely unaware until akari brought him a cupcake. anywho we are getting close to the end of carnations... i can feel it 🥲 i'm still not sure how i feel about this chapter. hmph.

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