#waerot

why did it feel as though his heart just shattered into so many pieces? in another time, literally not that long ago; this would have been the ultimate endgame right? this was the person he had been waiting for all this time. and yet, it had taken him way too long to finally realize that. no, instead of coming to terms with how his feelings had been working; his struggles with loving both ladybug and marinette  (  little did he even know.  )  after seeing her with him, fawning over two other boys. it had felt… how was he supposed to describe this feeling? why did he have to be so foolish? 

was it because he was hanging around them? had it been because of his crushes getting the best of him? that’s all they were right? harmless crushes on the girls he’d save? was it? he didn’t know. he didn’t get anything anymore. this was all too much for him. and it broke adrien to pieces.  ‘  that’s alright  !!  ‘  he says, a bit too optimistic for his own good. but he has to let his friend know that he’s okay. he has to be okay, for her sake. 

‘  let’s not worry about this…yeah? how about that assignment due next week!  ‘

      Shiro stands a few feet from the base of her bed, eyes watching the floor in front of him.  They’ve had nights like this before  ——  back when she lost the last remnant of her father.  Sitting together and talking into the endless hours of empty space’s construct of time, no  DAY  or  NIGHT  to worry about, only the sleeping cycles of their allies. Normally so comfortable around her, even his stance has become closed off.  Arms tight against his chest, eyes avoiding her ( ᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ ).  Where they once would sit together on a bed that could probably fit the entire time now lies a distance that feels figurative  and  literal compromising their bond and ability to fight ; along with the integrity of their growing relationship. 

“You can put your weapon down. I’m not going to attack.” Or--well, he wasn’t while in this mood. Really, his motivation to pick fights had been going down lately. Not from any particular growth of character, of course. 

      “  Oh, uh..  ”  SHE’S clearly soaked, water dripping from her hair and the end of her skirt. Her excuse for it was embarrassing, cheeks reddening. Giving her hands a slight shake, she lets out a nervous laugh.  “  I forgot my umbrella today..  ”