❝ I wanna go home. please let me go home. ❞
[y/n] didn't ask to be launched into a whole new universe where quirks defined your future instead of chakra and heroes took place instead of shinobi.
especially not after the fourth shinobi war.
male rea...
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trauma - chapter thirty seven
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[y/n] lay comfortably within his bedsheets as he wore the red gem earring Todoroki got him. It sparkled in the sun as [y/n] lifted his hand to block the rays which instantly brought his attention to his alarm clock that flashed 2:00 pm.
Yet, weirdly enough [y/n] didn't pay much mind to it. His head was full of his dream that brought up uncomfortable feelings, thoughts that knew didn't belong.
A dream that would have to stay as one.
Sluggishly, [y/n] got up with his [h/c] hair all messy and disheveled. The tight white top stretched against his muscles as he rolled his shoulders and neck, tense from his morning training without a proper warm-up and cool-down.
Footsteps sounded before coming to a stop right before [y/n's room and a knock resonated from his door.
"Come in."
The door opened a second later, Aizawa's appearance showing himself as he peeked inside [y/n]'s room.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
[y/n] smiled softly at the irony, "Good afternoon, Aizawa. Are Katsuki and Kirishima-san here?"
Used to [y/n] being able to know who was around him at all times, no matter if he knew they were coming or not, Aizawa made a sound in agreement, "Yeah. I'd appreciate it if you could do something about it. They're loud."
Having lived with Aizawa for a few months now have opened up tiny little quirks about one another. Aizawa, for example, was rolling his eyes when he was exasperated and at his wits end.
Smiling softly, [y/n] moved the comforter off of him and got up, "On it."
Despite his almost crazed appearance, [y/n] managed to still look put together. Almost as if it was done intentionally and with purpose.
Walking outside to the overhead ledge, [y/n] called out to the two who were chatting about god knows what and eating everything in sight.
"Kirishima-san, it's impolite to eat with your mouth full." [y/n]'s gaze averted to Bakugou who met his with defiance, "Good afternoon, Katsuki."
"Hm."
Looking up, the two knuckleheads watched as [y/n] moved down the steps, moving with grace and ease. Kirishima gulped the food down before smiling brightly at his friend.
"Hey [y/n]! Ready for a manly day at the pool?!"
[y/n] raised an eyebrow as he began to clean up the little snacks here and there, "The pool? I'm not sure..."
