That you’re enough. I promise you’re enough. I promise you’re enough, I promise you

WIP of...something since i’ve been really stressed lately so im gonna slowly work on this between con prep and commissions! 

I was thinking about like...something with Mirifish where Fishin's self-sacrificing nature kind of goes too far for Mirio to take. (Angst/comfort) 

He's not really angry at her, more like just worried--really worried. Not that he wasn't usually worried about her...because this was just /her/ and it's the way she always was...and he loved her for all the kindness in her heart. But this time...

"Ah, S-senpai!" She smiles softly, sitting up slowly on the hospital bed. "Y-You really didn't have to visit..." She's a mess, and she doesn't want Mirio to see her like this, "I'll be out in no time! really..!" She tries to sound chipper, but he knows better.

It was a split second of thought at the time. But every time she absorbed injuries it never seemed to occur to her that she might regret it--or rather, she would never admit to it. She couldn't be healed by recovery girl as effectively as others because of the weakness in her body that was ever-present due to her life-long illnesses...but her intense durability and high pain-tolerance often clouded her judgement when it came to others.

So now, with her right arm cast in a long recovery this time--even though she was usually so careful to be kind to it...it felt like a line was crossed for Mirio. He knew her well enough by now.

She brushed it off to others, 'it'll heal up! Besides I can learn to use my left one! i-it's be nice to learn to use them both for drawing..! right?'

but...

it's not alright, Mirio thought, with a frown.

"Ah...uhm..." Fishin pipes up, finding Mirio's uncharacteristic silence a bit unnerving, "...Senpai..a-are you alright?"

The blond shakes his head, smiling somewhat weakly as he made his way over to her. "I should really be asking you that" He tries to give a light chuckle.

When his hand is in plain view now, Fishin can see the light bruising on his knuckles...unbeknownst to her, an injury sustained upon frustrations in hearing of her critical condition. Hours in the waiting room, unable to do anything but live with the fact he couldn't stand beside her out there...not anymore--and while he would never regret the events that led to this...he couldn't help the ache that wells up every now and then.

Fishin reaches for his hand instinctively, placing her much smaller webbed fingers against the bruised skin. "a-ah...Im already healing after all...s-so if it hurts--"

"Stop." She gets cut off pretty quickly, and the sharpness in Mirio's voice catches her completely off guard.

Fishin recoils, feeling something of a quiver run down her body, "I-I'm sorry..I--"

He feels the tremble in her words immediately and mentally scolds himself for it. But he can't let it go on like this...He'd brought up before in passing, and she would laugh it off--but this wasn't a joke.

"Fishin..." He breathes, and reaches for her hand--this time, grasping it in both of his. "I...I was really scared."

Mirio's hands are shaking. He won't look up at her. It wasn't like him...but it doesn't take long to realize it's because he doesn't want her to see the tears he's blinking away.

Mirio's lost a lot of things...and afterwards he would be able to smile no matter what--but there's a place in his heart that tells him otherwise. Because if He loses her...he's not sure he can do it anymore.

"Please...don't go anywhere." He all but whimpers out, pulling her hand to his forehead and letting it rest there. Just to feel her there with him.

Fishin feels her own tears prick in her eyes--there are so many thoughts running through her mind...but she doesn't let anything besides this resolve leave her lips.

From: Bee

To: Someone who makes people happy and deserves to feel the same 

Self doubt is a plague that infects the minds of many, and even with a quirk designed for healing, Fishin wasn’t one to be spared from such an illness. She’d been in a bit of a rut for a while now, yet it seemed nothing could help her. It was a horrible cycle of life wearing her down and making her feel things she would prefer not to feel, but even that would make her feel guilty for those things, for not focusing on the positive side of life. Even when she tried, however, this time around she could tell her ‘happy thoughts’ ideals felt more forced and worn out, like her happy spirit was there, but muffled by the voices of stress and mental exhaustion.

She laid back into bed with a frustrated sigh, her hands moving to cover her face. She had taken the day off from classes because Recovery Girl, who Fishin had shared a few of her worries with, had suggested a day of relaxation might have helped. Unfortunately, however, without the distraction of school work or strengthening her quirk, her mind was left to focus on her worries instead. Now she was frustrated and upset, wanting so badly to just get back to her life and be able to lift herself up out of this hole her mind had dug for itself. Luckily, it didn’t take long for her to find something to distract herself as someone had apparently taken it upon themselves to do so for her.

It started off as a soft buzz of noise, something Fishin was sure was just in her head or maybe the sound of the air conditioning in the building, but then she realized she could make out a rhythm, and soon enough words followed suit. It sounded like…eighties music, so she quickly checked her phone, thinking maybe she had rolled over onto it and somehow began playing music, but it wasn’t her phone. Her next guess was her laptop, and then to go open her dorm room door to see if it was someone outside of her room, however it was when she went back to lay down that she realized it was coming from outside. For a moment her curiosity had overcome her as she walked over to open up her blinds to see what was going on outside, but what she saw surprised her.

It was none other than Mirio, which usually wouldn’t have been too weird since classes should have just gotten out, but he was fumbling with a completely-oversized-for-this-time boombox of sorts that was currently playing some cheesy love song, but apparently not as loudly as he wanted it to be. When he glanced up at her window only to see Fishin looking at him with confusion written on her face, his frustrated frown immediately broke into a wide grin as he motioned for her to open her window. For a second she didn’t understand what he wanted since it just looked like he was wildly waving his hands from side to side, but when she realized he wanted to talk to her she let out a soft ‘Oh’ before scrambling to slide her window open, leaning out over the side a little bit so she could hear him better.

“Fishin! I got you some stuff!” He yelled, struggling yet again to balance the large boombox on one knee so he could bend over and pick up the large bouquet of roses he had gotten for her. “The red ones are supposed to signify love so I figured I’d just get a bunch since one doesn’t sum up how much I love you!”

Fisin blinked, staring at the bouquet and replaying his words in her head long enough for her cheeks to turn nearly as red as the roses he held.

She’d been so worried and caught up in her emotions that she hadn’t even thought about what Mirio was thinking and hadn’t noticed that he caught onto her less happy demeanor. At first he didn’t want to bring it up, knowing she was never one who liked to linger on herself and have others worry, but when he noticed he hadn’t seen her around school at all that day he couldn’t bare to just leave someone he loved so much alone. So he decided to buy her a few gifts, knowing that there were some things that he just couldn’t fix no matter how much he loved her, but still wanting to let her know he was always there if she needed him no matter what.

“Oh! And I saw this in a movie where this guy played music over one of these things to proclaim his love! Which I guess I’ve already done..since we’re dating..but still!” His words faltered in the middle as he seemed to rethink his choice of actions, realizing a confession after the two of them had already been together didn’t make much sense, but his heart was still in it so that’s all that mattered. He thought it was a good idea, that maybe a kind gesture would help cheer her up a bit, but when he saw her face scrunch up and tears begin to fall from her eyes he began to think he had made a mistake as his shoulders slouched and he quickly turned the music off and set the boombox down.

“Sorry, it’s too much I know, I just figu-”

“Th-Thank you s-so much!” She yelled over him and over her own tears, her words getting caught in her throat as she wiped at her face in an attempt to make her tears stop. They were a combination of happy and sad ones, the sad ones being for her letting out all of her feelings that had been swirling in her mind over the past few days and the happy ones being for him. Even when she was feeling like she was, he had the ability to make her heart swell with happiness and forget a few of her burdens.

Hearing her words made him let out a sigh of relief as he realized she wasn’t upset. Still, a crying girlfriend was a crying girlfriend nonetheless and he felt more than obligated to help her out.

“You don’t have to thank me! I’ll come up in a minute, I brought along some movies for us to watch! Oh, and we can cuddle!” He cheered, his excitement to be with her making it sound like this was more of a gift for him rather than for her as she nodded with a smile on her face and a few tears still threatening to spill as she watched him scramble to gather all of his things and head for the main door of the building.

THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY aDORABLE BEE IM GONNA ACTUALLY CRY jSKLDFJDKLFJSF 

Fishin startles at the sudden contact–her heart beat only quickening at Mirio’s words…she feels her cheeks flush. 

“Your birthday is really special, of course…” She smiles gently despite her fluster, “Because it’s the day a great hero was born…!” 

like, she gets worried about it....Mirio is always so cheerful even after all that and even though fishin, of all people, would definitely understand that he would never change things or regret it...but obviously she feels awful about it...She doesn't want to bring him down or pry or anything and so she starts thinking really hard about it...eventually she starts writing down notes for him. They're just really simple things he does, and he doesn't really understand it, because they say things like recounting a time he told a joke or lent her his umbrella on a rainy day. When he asks her what it is, she explains that these are the way he saves her every day--the ways he makes her smile.