what am I even doing (Aria-keplr)

Pre TLO Percy! Who would always be so hard on himself, pushing till his arms and legs were sore from training :(

Pre TLO Percy! Who would just spend time in the water wishing that it wouldn’t just avoid him insteas

Pre TLO Percy! Who felt so guilty thinking about spending his life on Calypso’s island

Pre TLO Percy! Who had nightmares about Annabeth or everyone else dying.

Pre TLO Percy! Who constantly checked on his friends due to his nightmares

Pre TLO Percy! Who lay in his bed at night thinking about what would happen if and when he dies. :(

Post TLO Percy! Who cried in his mom’s arms after being robbed of his childhood, having to be a killing machine.

Post TLO Percy! Who still shivers when something brushes or touches the small of his back.

Post TLO Percy! Who spent time in bed trying to actually process it all.

Post TLO Percy! Who had to sleep with a light on in fear of a leftover monster getting him in his sleep.

Akira was drawn to you when he first saw your page pop up on his recommendations.

And you went to his school.

How lovely!

He would sometimes see you at lunch too! With your friends at your table talking about how your AP teacher assigned some random essay or upcoming events. With your cherry lip gloss on as you sip on the mediocre juice box handed out by the school. He watches as your smile, upwards or downwards would form anytime one of your friends would make a joke.

But he was so quiet!

He would watch your mannerisms silently, the way your eyebrows would furrow whenever somebody said something you didn’t like. He would listen to you hold in a laugh whenever you would start to tell a funny story!

It was only a matter of time before you noticed him in your math class!

How you would always lose your pencils, wood or mechanical they would just be gone. How you just realized there was a boy with glasses next to you.

He must have pencils right?

He noticed the way you looked slightly sheepish asking him for just a pencil.

He handed you one.

Although it was his last so he wrote in pen for the period.

It became tradition!

Everyone would ask you and drain you of pencils so you always would have to ask Akira for a pencil.

He even reserved that specific pencil for you because it was your favorite color!

You would never notice the way his pupils would dilate because his eyes were such a rich color!

You would never notice how his ears went red as you asked him for a pencil everyday.

Oh but he was getting to you!

How he would listen to your complaints and rambles as you did your work, punching in numbers to your calculator.

His nods and hums as he barely made sense of the story.

It didn’t matter if it was just you complaining about how dumb a new rule a teacher implemented or you complaining about school lunch.

You had a bunch of friends and you preferred to speak to him!

He would be a fool if he didn’t recognize how your smile got more fonder every time you looked at him.

You would be twice a fool if you didn’t notice his faint blush on his pale skin.

Being in the same high school with the detective prince really wasn’t all that special. Not many people cared , it was a private school after all. Fortunately or unfortunately, the choice is yours, you shared a few classes with him. Now obviously it’s not like you cared much. I mean it was cool you attend a school with this boy genius detective and what not. Albeit the only thing that was concerning is that he was falling behind. Of course being a detective and a high school student could be awfully stressful. You would always find that he would ask others for notes. Some teachers reprimanded him, some were lenient.

No matter what he had done, you now landed in a two period AP Literature class with him, doing an analysis project. The class is scattered around while the teacher does god knows what at her desk. You and Akechi opt for the small corner near the bookshelf. You and him never really interact outside of school matters. Despite not showing it, you could tell he’s frustrated. Small huffs and rubbing his face up and down as he reads the god awful 40 pages you two were assigned. Sure you have like two weeks left to finish this, but he seemed so stressed about it. You don’t really address it, probably something on his mind.

You open your mouth, thinking for a split second before speaking, “I can take care of the note taking… All you have to do is just write the essay”

It was a weak attempt at trying to relieve the workload he had.

“I’m almost done with the notes, its fine but thank you” He replies, still absorbed into the work.

You exhale softly, he had a tendency to do this, “Just share the document with me, we can work on it together Akechi,” Your tone isn’t demanding but stern.

He nods and types in your email, sending it to you and allowing you to edit it. Once you open it, it’s nothing less of what you expected. You smile slightly at this, “You know, you’re a good note writer”

You swear you left a crack in him, his eyes no longer a void, but not showing much. He nods, “Thank you”

You smile softly back and continue to work on the notes with one hour left, you won't see him again till lunch in like two periods. Your notes aren't as concise, neat, and arranged as Akechi’s is, but they’re something. As the bell rings, you both narrowly finish up the notes. You definitely lost a few brain cells. You lean back in your chair before closing your chromebook and gather your stuff to leave.

Before you could leave, Akechi clears his throat. You turn to him, looking slightly confused.

“Here’s my.. contact info I shouldn't be busy around 11 PM most days” He says while handing you a piece of paper. You almost find it strange that hes giving you his information.

“Why? Is there something you want to talk about outside of school?”

Not that you know it but he’s trying his best to play it normal, “Ah.. just in case you have any questions or concerns really”

The answer is weird, but you deem it acceptable, “Oh, alright, see you!” You turn on your heels and speed walk out the class, being a little behind schedule from the interaction between you and Akechi.

.

Shortly after school ends, you contact the number,

‘This is Akechi right?’

The reply is almost instantaneous, a buzzing from your phone is heard.

‘Yes this is’

It's a little strange, you thought he would’ve been more busy but it’s really none of your concern is it. Walking a little more, you sit down at a bus stop, waiting for it to arrive. You set your bag down next to you and reply back, only to find out he sent a second message.

‘Don't plan on taking a bus, there's been more reports of harassment and muggings on the bus’

You sigh and get up, I mean it would be foolish to not listen to a detective’s advice.Yet you find it weird that he somehow or it felt like he knew you would take the bus. You reply back finally,

‘Thanks for the heads up, I was about to take the bus lol’

Quickly you see the three bubbles as you get up and start to walk. Another buzz rattles your phone.

‘Be careful while walking too’

You raise your eyebrows and look around, wondering if he's watching you or something. You quickly shrug it off as paranoia and type back.

‘…’

‘So how tf am I supposed to get home safely 🧍’

It was a genuine question, you can't walk or take public transportation safely it seems. It's still a surprise at how quickly he responds as well.

‘I could walk you home, safer that way’

…

Then how is he supposed to be safe..?

You shrug and decide it's the best option, not like you have the money to call a cab right now, you spent it on snacks earlier. You take slow steps, sending a text back as you walk.

‘Sure, meet me outside of the Shinu Coffee shop’

He likes the message in response.

You take the short walk there, and shortly spot him there outside, almost looking stressed. I mean, it’s probably because of the public snapping photos of him. He spots you and quickly walks over, motioning his eyes to keep walking. You let out a blow of air before turning on your heels and speed walk, hoping to avoid the paparazzi. As you walk, you feel a small buzz in your phone again,

‘Uh, just meet me here, in a bit that is…’

He shortly sends a location, and within a good 20 minutes, he enters the cafe that he sent you. It was a warm small town cafe, simple yet cozy.

He smiles, lines under his eyes crease and his smile lines become apparent, “Sorry about all that,” he waves his hand as to excuse himself.

“No worries,” You reply.

You hum as you start to open your bag, opening up the small zipped up pocket taking out a thousand yen bill.

Although it seems like Akechi had the same idea.

He stares at you before you both give an awkward smile, “No I insist it's okay, I dragged you all the way here”

“You’re tired after all of it, it's quite alright,” you claim and smile.

On a normal occasion you would have let him pay, but he truly seemed exhausted.

“You like caramel lattes?”

Before you could even shake, nod and shrug, he stands up and heads to the counter to place his order. You’re taken aback by the absurdity of the prince detective actively offering you a drink. You slightly smile before he sits back down with the two drinks in hand. The smell of his coffee is strong, but he smells like pancakes nonetheless. His hair shines under the yellow light of the coffee shop, with his soft content after sipping from the paper cup, he closes his eyes.

Whenever he comes home, you’re the first thing his eyes have been accustomed to look for. Whether he takes the door or comes from a window, his eyes and feet drag him to the living room to find you on the couch. Sometimes you’re on your phone, watching a show, eating, or sleeping.

“How was the class?” You’d ask.

He grunts, after taking off his shoes he sits down besides you, “Nothing much, just a normal day with no training”

You would just nod in response as you properly sit up and lay your head on his shoulder, “What do you want for dinner?” The question was redundant really, he never cared what he had for dinner. Despite this you’d always ask.

He shrugs and you nod. He softly lays his head on top of yours as he sighs softly. He puts his arm around you softly, his hand on your shoulder. You could feel his thumb rub soft circles into your shoulder as his body starts to weigh on you. You softly nudge your head up, he lifts his to look down at you.

You put your chin on his shoulder as you reach up to play with his hair, “When did you last wash your hair?”

He shrugs.

You sigh and get up, tugging on his shirt sleeve, “Come on, I’ll wash it for you. You’re a pro hero Shota, you needa take care of yourself” You reprimand.

He sighs as he reluctantly gets up, as soon as you turn your head, his lip’s slightly turn upwards. He’s quickly situated in a chair, watching you grab a few clips, a brush and comb, with a spray bottle. This is routine, a weekly one. The spray bottle spurts water all over his hair as he feels the edge of the comb parting his hair into four sections. More often than not, he’s fallen asleep during these days. With each section clipped away from each other, you select one and start at the ends. You brush softly occasionally running your hands through his hair to get rid of the larger knots. Sometimes he would tense up, and you would slow down. Sometimes you would talk to him about random things, or just stay quiet. You work softly but quickly. With each section done, you leave a small kiss on his cheek.

When your done and if he’s still awake. You drag him to the bathroom and make him sit down by the shower that also subs as a bathtub. You reach up to the shower head and move it off its small handle and bring it down. Turning on the water, you adjust the temperature. Usually Aizawa just really wants to sleep and would deny this offer. The only reason he allows this is because he sees the fruits of his labor, you safe and happy with him. Despite you working hard to keep him from keeping his health half foot in the grave, it was always nice to see how content at least you were with him. As you adjust the water temperature, you reach over and grab a shampoo bottle you bought for him next to it is yours, accustomed to your hair needs. (Ignore if you dont use shampoo :3) You flip open the cap with your thumb setting it next to his head.

Aizawa feels the warm water hit his scalp and he smiles softly. You use your empty hand to grab his hair and make sure his hair is drenched before nudging his shoulder. He looks up at you and grabs the shower head and faces it downward to the shower floor. You grab the shampoo bottle and put some of it on your hands. The green apple scent wafts as you run your hands under the water for a second and start lathering the shampoo. You start to rub the shampoo into his scalp and he swears its heaven. Your hands, whether they’re thick and rough, or soft and thin, they’re always so gentle with him. His eyes close gently and indulges in the feeling hands molded into the shape. You grab the shower head and wash off the shampoo after thoroughly scrubbing and waiting for it to sit. Your hands parting his hair to get the water all into the roots. You smile softly as you see the mold his hands are shaped into, softly slotting the shower head into it. You repeat with the conditioner, only difference is, is that the conditioner is on the mid to ends of his hair. He falls asleep softly as you work.

His body is awoken by his alarm, marked at 9:30 PM for night patrol. He shoots up, finding himself in the bed. He also finds you next to him in the bed, fast asleep. He leans down to your face to kiss it softly. He gets out of bed and gets ready to leave and come back to you once more.

You turn oranges to orange juice Enter there, then spit it out of you Your body is imperfectly perfect Everyone wants what the other one's working No more orange juice

Armin didn't know what to say

He was trying to your phone to see something

but instead he heard you vomiting in your bathroom

he was in a "You know they're lying but you can't say anything because of how you found out" situation

After that, he became more... Protective of you?

since the bitch is smart- He knew it was bulimia after a while

Binge eating, and then fasting/purging

He let you wear what you wanted, but never let very reflective stuff come close to you

he actually debated about asking Eren and Mikasa for help

the first time he heard your family talk about how you weighed more, he really wanted to stop them

he thinks you look perfect

The poor bby tries so hard to be more cheerful so you feel happy too

he starts overthinking as well

Are you eating a lot?

Have you been eating less?

Have you been staring at your own reflection for too long?

he doesn't want to force you to give him an answer

but he wants you to trust him enough to say what you're going through

hates when your family says stuff like "Where did my pretty girl/boy go?|eat fatass!|Nobody is going to love you if you have extra weight"

wants to prove to them that you're pretty

now on your side

you look like the worst person on Earth

You try so hard to lose weight

sleeping more

trying to workout

throwing up

anything to look pretty

You have to much stomach

your thighs shouldn't be that big

your arms are too large

throwing up has made your cheeks puffier

You'd never love the person you see in the mirror

you have tried so hard not to cry but it just doesn't work

Scenario:

"God damnit, just shut up already" You say in a soft voice

Hugging yourself, you curl more feeling pain in your stomach due to barely eating. The sounds of your broken breaths fill the room, it feels so hard to breathe. Your throat is on fire, your body shakes up and down as you tremble and look at the side of your room. You feel the tears run down your cheeks and hit the sheets.

Your low choke out sobs make you wish that somebody was there to hug you. You cry yourself to sleep and await hell the next morning.

Speaking of which, you wake up and clean your face, the second you go downstairs you see Armin. But it doesn't feel right. He drags you back up stairs which you struggle with.

"take off your hoodie please.." He asks

You take it off and Armin closes and locks the door, looking at you, his eyes tears up. He tackles you, hugging you on your bed. It was obvious, you looks too thin, malnourished, starved.

"Please trust me, i know you don't see yourself as perfect but I do" Armin says as he caresses' your cheek