#luccislegs

Aizawa

He knew he screwed up. It was not the first discussion you two had had, but it was definitely one of the worst.

It had started out as a normal discussion, as you’ve had so many, any couple has discussions every now and then.

But today his usual calm demeanor had annoyed you to no end, and in your anger you had taken it for him not caring. You would so much rather have him raise his voice, have him get angry. But no, this man just had to stay calm and reasonable, and this time, it had driven you over the edge and you had started yelling, having said things you now deeply regretted.

He had finally snapped as well, said things that he didn’t mean either, and then you had stormed off.

Now it was a couple of hours later, and he had no idea what to with himself. He had tried to go for a nap, sleep off the emotions, hoping you’d be back when he woke up, but the bed smelled too much like you and he couldn’t stop himself for repeating the conversation from earlier over and over in his head. When even his sleeping bag couldn’t give him any comfort, he decided to grade some papers. Which meant he’d be sitting behind his desk in his study worrying about you.

Worrying where you went, worrying when you’d come home, worrying about how to make this up to you. So he just sat there at his desk, red pen in hand, not even using it one time.

He was thinking about it so much that he hadn’t even noticed you coming home, nearly jumping when your hand laid on his shoulder. So far for his hero-instincts. On the other hand, it wasn’t more than normal that his guard was down around you.

“Shota I-” He interrupted you by standing up and turning around so fast you were sure he’d have hurt himself if he wasn’t as agile as he was. The rest of your words were muffled as he took you into his arms.

“I’m sorry.” His voice had so much emotion in it, even for these few words. There was regret, sorrow and a deep deep love that you knew was there but had forgotten about in the heat of the argument a few hours ago.

Tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to wet the fabric of his soft shirt, you mumbled the same words back at him.

You stood there for an uncountable time in silence, eventually moving to the bed for some lazy cuddles, softly and calmly talking over the subject of your argument again, this time reaching a way more satisfying conclusion.

Actual big fights are not common, and the both of you need some time for yourself before you can talk it out. Aizawa absolutely dreads the moment you’ll walk out and won’t come back, hoping that moment will never come.

All Might

Another day, another discussion about his health. He didn’t want you to worry, but you were worried sick every single day as the man that was once so strong was having trouble keeping up with all the things that once used to be so easy for him.

He kept reassuring you that he was fine, don’t worry, he’ll manage. He was so intent on not making you worry, it had the opposite effect.

And thus, one of the talks where you had laid out your concerns had escalated into a discussion, and in turn, that discussion had escalated into a full-blown argument. He had raised his voice, you had raised his voice.

The things that had been said were harsh, but worry was the overall undertone. You just wanted him to take care of himself, be honest when he cannot find the energy or physical strength to do things, just wanted him to stop pretending things were fine for you sake. You cared, you cared so much and you loved him so much. Why couldn’t he see that by trying to fight this all by himself he was hurting you so much?

He just wanted to protect you. He wanted to shield you from any and all negative emotions like he always shielded the crowds from villains and monsters. But now that he was looking at the door you had slammed behind you, and his heart ached more than any of his wounds ever could.

He knew he had messed up badly, and had to apologize. He didn’t want to lose you, that was a heartache he was sure he couldn’t survive. His hero facade all crumbled, he was slightly panicking, pacing the room going over all the possible options for making it up to you.

His legs moved before his mind could process what he was doing. He was running after you, even though it had been a while since you left him in your shared house and you were nowhere in sight.

Instinct lead him to the park where you two had kissed for the first time and his gut had been right, you were sitting on a bench, eyes closed, facing the sun, hoping the warm rays could dry up your glistening cheeks a little bit. His heart broke knowing that you weren’t one to cry fast, especially not in public, and he had been the cause of your tears.

He sat down next to you, keeping a bit of distance in order not to scare you away.

“I know you care. And I am sorry. I am so sorry.”

“If you know, why don’t you let me care? I-” your voice choking up again, the few things that were not said yet earlier threatening to come up along with your tears. He wouldn’t let that happen.

“I wanted to shield you from the pain. From worrying too much. I now see that I was wrong and that a part of love and relations is sharing the pain I just… didn’t want to force that on you.”

You shuffled a bit, getting a little closer to him. Eyes open now, as your eyes looked at his hunched over form, weighed down by the guilt over the argument.

“But I will share everything with you now… If you’ll let me”