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Laying on the couch that had taken to the mold of his body he stared at his phone, indigo eyes saddened and dark. Aizawa was asleep in the actual bedroom of the apartment, but he was afraid Ochako had already fallen asleep over in America. The two had split early on physically, her going to America for a mission and him staying here as Aizawa’s sidekick. The lights dimmed and brightened by the onpass of cars outside the apartment, the walls were cracking and peeling. It wasn’t a palace but it was home. He and Ochako had stayed in touch even after she went to America but it got harder as the days, the months went by. It had almost been a year since he’d been able to physically hold her in his arms. Feel the smoothness of her slightly tanned skin, look into her chocolate brown eyes. Kiss her soft and welcoming lips. He missed her, it wasn’t something he hid, Aizawa knew he did but knew they would just have to wait. Ochako would come back, she loved him after all...right? His eyes strained against the bright white light of his phone screen, waiting for that empty grey dot to turn green signaling he could finally talk to her, hear her tired tone from work, see her face once more. But it never changed. He had been up all night keeping an eye on it, but it stayed grey. Usually, she was on for at least a little but not today. Aizawa came out to grab his coffee finding Shinsou facing the inside of the couch, his body folded in as if he was trying to disappear. The raven-haired man with the occasional grey hair dusting his features approached the couch sitting at the edge ruffling the already messy violet locks.
“Hey kid, Hitoshi. Was it her?” Aizawa didn’t need to say the name as they both knew who he was referring to. Only she could make Shinsou fall into a feeling like this. A small hum echoed from the boy. “Wanna talk about it? I may not be the best support but I try.” Shinsou forced himself to sit up and face the man, his bags looking deeper, indigo eyes looking black and empty, his mouth with even a slight tilt of a smirk now a flat line afraid of falling.
“We always try to talk, call, or video chat at least once before she goes to bed. Today she just didn’t come online, I’m worried our relationship won’t withstand it or maybe she realizes she deserves better and finds a nice guy out there. What if she goes back to Midoriya?” He spilled out his voice wavering on the line of anxiety and sadness. Aizawa set a calm hand on the boy’s shoulder his usually tired eyes piercing.
“Shinsou long distance is hard, especially on opposite sides of the world. It may become harder but if you pull through this, I’m sure you can persevere anything the world throws at you.” He said earning a tilt upwards from the purple-haired boy’s lips. “Thanks.”
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“I’m so sorry…” Those soft lips he’d dreamed about whispered from across the globe, brown hair messy, and chocolate brown eyes apologizing from deep down.