#sheerscorch

            maybe it’s the clink of silverware in the early hours of the evening, may it’s a longing for bread, maybe it’s the seder plate gleaming fresh and clean, out for it’s yearly excursion. maybe it’s the fact that izuku for the first time in his entire shaky, sixteen year fanboy existence that he’s bringing someone to the seder as a boyfriend. which admittedly, is super early for someone to bring their boyfriend to a seder. but it just feels so special already.

             he cannot still his flappy little hands or the bouncing on the balls of his feet. he’s just so excited. he’s just so gay. how lucky is he that inko loves him and let’s him bring shouto to the seder. how lucky is he that shouto actually likes him. how lucky is izuku midoriya? he has no idea but by the grace of the eternal does it make him smile right now.

            maybe you should not be sprawled out on the shatter dome floor, an exhausted heap of what used to a be a pilot in training. drained of energy and currently flopped trying to grab just a few more minutes sleep before the next blaring kaiju siren. maybe should have at least tried to drag your zombified form back into your room. 

               but your room doesn’t allow you to rest your head on shouto’s chest. tactile, little creatures you are. you’ve never really had an understanding of garnet from steven universe, until you had spent eight glorious, eventful, hours wading through traumas and trimuph. eight hours, as something equal and new and healing. it’s a lot and you’re not quite ready to seperated just yet. or ever actually, thank you.