#weeps!

eeeeeee thank youuuu!! (ignoring this is from like. months ago. SORRY!)

here's a bit from the untitled aro matt murdock fic!

there's a second where he looks at @laesarus, really longer than a second - there is a lapse of time where shouta is silent, pensive. there was almost the faintest laugh he felt brewing, threatening like rolling thunder to pass his lips but he doesn't find the energy to muster it up. it's ironic, really. that irony alone was almost enough to turn such an important and impactful sentiment into a bittersweet, practically sour situation. and it would've all been on his shoulders.

he feels slightly dumbfounded. shouta's gaze flits downwards in tandem with a slightly irritated eyebrow twitch, and when he shifts his entire body to fully look at yagi he's met with blue eyes and wispy blue hair instead. and within that same heartbeat does shouta look to the side. such a burning, visceral image. such a burning, visceral, tangible determination that had no other end but tragedy and grief. it was torment.

and so hand rises to pinch his nose and slowly he drags his fingers back and forth across closed eyes. " funnily enough, those exact same words are something that i wished i would've heard from that damned radio all those years back. " drags his hand down his face in silent resignation,

" i'm happy you're making that declaration. and not just for midoriya's sake, either. " a further sentiment just barely gets added to that thought, a wisp away from leaving his stubborn throat. " i intend to hold you up on that promise, toshinori. "