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How Our Life Together Started
Shizuki Takanami and Shoto Todoroki lived very different lives before they met, and even after they did it took them until adulthood to realize how much they wanted to be around eachother.
Shizuki was a depressed, gay kid.
Shoto was a dense, anti-social boy.
Shizuki snuck out, partied, dated.
Shoto barely knew his classmates names.
And yet somehow they relate. Maybe because they were both abused in one way or another. Or maybe because they both were introverted and liked to watch people. Maybe because Shoto knew he loved Shizuki before he even really knew.
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It was back in highschool, after the war, when shoto was handed over half the business of his father's agency, when he was overwhelmed and low.
"You've got this."
Shoto zoned back in, looking up at the dark haired boy who had stayed until everyone else left the locker room. "Huh?"
"I said 'you've got this'. Even if you don't, we're all here for you, Todoroki."
Shoto sort of just stared for what felt like forever. Eventually giving him a nod, and the boy left.
"But what if I don't. What if i fuck everything up." Is all that Shoto could think of. Because it's true, what if he can't do it all.
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Shizuki lied in his bed, the sun had set as he was walking back to the dorms and like usual the first thing he did was flop down on his mattress. This was what he usually did, unless he had important homework, or someone invited him to do something.
His hand drags over the bracelets on his wrist, meaningful ones that hide bad memories under them. Is it really a memory if it's recent, if a quarter of the scars on his arm he had made just this past year? Is it still a memory if he will never share it with anyone, not even his therapist?
Shizuki didn't know, and he didn't care, he felt so alone here. He had people he could talk to, people he could tell he was struggling, but that would mean being a burden, it would mean those people would worry until he was better and he doesn't know how long that'll be this time around.
"What if I never get better this time. What if I attempt again and it works this time." Shizuki buries his face in his pillow at the intrusive thought. Brushing them off like he's an etch-a-sketch usually works long enough until he falls asleep, or gets too bored of the thoughts to see blood.