#chimeriac

            This path is stained with blood. Izuku remembers those words very well, he remembers All Might kneeling before his crying mother, he remembers her falling to the floor. He remembers being told about Shigaraki’s past, about Nana’s dead husband and kidnapped child. He remembers Aizawa dragging him away from what was left of All Might. Izuku presses his face into the palms of his calloused hands, into the scars from Shouto and his fight. 

               Memories overwhelm him, the first time he heard about Endeavour, the sadness in Shouto’s eyes and how he had utterly destroyed himself to get through to Shouto. Their friendship. Their romance. Falling on the ground together, tears in their eyes and kissing for the first time. How they worked together. Their hands clutched tightly under desks. He’s heard stories of amazing loves and the feelings that come with them. He loves Shouto so much, he wants to be with him forever.

                  Still that love is what puts him this position. He’s seen before, but he’s fought the real raw power for All For One now. A man who does not have to believe in his own myth because he lives up to it. In a twisted way he’s bound to that man in ways he never will anyone else. The successor of One for All, by blood or not he’s a descendant of that man’s brother. Family in the worst sort of way. He cannot allow himself to be the reason that Shouto’s on that man’s radar. 

                  Izuku tries to keep his eyes covered, if he looks it’s over. If he sees Shouto’s tears it’s over. Izuku’s incredible resolve is something that set him apart from everyone in the first place, but he’s weak to it. That look in Shouto’s eyes, it has a tendency to change his goals. If he looks it’s over. He has to do this. He has to protect Shouto. But then Shouto speaks and he snaps up, face out of his hands.

                                ❝ no you didn’t hurt me. you’ve never                                    hurt me. you’re a good boyfriend. it’s                                    me i promise. you didn’t. you didn’t.                                    you’re so good. you didn’t do anything.                                    if i were different this could work, but                                    i’m not. ❞

                ❝ look, shouto. i’m telling that                     that if i don’t launch this tuber                     out the window there will be                     dire consequences in my brain.                     i recognize the stakes probably                     aren’t as dire as i am making                     them out to be. but it needs to                     happen. ❞

           Izuku blinks his eyes open, the soft light of the early morning creepy through the shades. His usual reason for waking up at this time is his morning run but that’s illegal now, Shouto curled up in his arms, head resting on Izuku’s chest pretty close to his heart. Yeah, it’s illegal for sure. He’s glad that his phone is pretty close to his left hand already, he picks up it as best as he can keeping his right on Shouto’s back rubbing soft circles on his sleep shirt.

           Sure the holiday might not hold much actual cultural significance and like real personal meaning to him, but when Izuku checks the calendar in the morning he sees the name of it pop up in the corner of his little app. Personally he’s never heard of it before but his own insatiable jewish curiosity needs to be satisfied or it’ll bother him for hours.

              Everything is translated and gushing about how it’s the jewish day of love. Which he supposes is cute after all, it seems to be a day that a lot of jews in the past got married. Which is not entirely surprising. It did not even feel like a real jewish holiday, there was no long winded explanation talking about what separated it from everything else that day. Very odd. Still as he continues to scroll through the information available Izuku turned to Todoroki holding up his phone to the other’s face.

                                                    ❝ did you know it was a holiday? ❞

intent on her actions, himiko nibbles idly at her lower lip -- her fangs catch in her skin harsh enough to bleed, and she strokes her left thumb idly over shouto’s palm as she carefully applies paint to his nails.