[15:43] You Shake While Trying To Get Up, Trying To Regain The Strength You Lost From The Fighting, The

[15:43] you shake while trying to get up, trying to regain the strength you lost from the fighting, the urge to protect everyone helping massively. you grunted with gritted teeth, you feel everyone’s gazes on you.

“don’t push yoursel-“ you cut off your best mate, “I’m never giving up because that’s what a precure does, I will protect everyone’s dreams and hope because they’re precious!”

[14:30] on the way to the practice room your head was spinning with different thoughts, the words spoken about you made your eyes watery.

‘look at her! what a demon’

‘god, does she think that using contacts will make her cool? what a weirdo’

‘her eyes are so unnatural. she must be the devils child.’

you were born with an unusual eye colour. purple, obviously no one has unusual eye colours except you, sniffling you enter the room.

“god, why can’t I be normal! Why can’t I fit in! Why can’t I just be like everyone else,” you spoke to yourself with your teeth grinding against each other, in seconds you were a sobbing mess and scratching at your face.

“hey hey,” a hand holds yours in place, it was one the senior groups!. them being your seniors you felt humiliated, quickly getting up on shaky legs you bow down, excusing yourself and apologising and as you went to leave the same hand grabs your arm.

“hey, why don’t we talk for a bit huh? it’s not good bottling up emotions.”

you stilled staring at them in disbelief before slowly nodding and, sat down beside them where you talked and talked.

[8:40] the rain poured down matching the mood of two people, a fist clenched as the watery substance dropped out of their eyes, thankfully blending in with the rain. their heart hurt even though it wasn’t hurt on purpose, it was another heart not returned.

“i’m sorry but I just don’t feel the same, forgive me,” their yellow eyes holding guilt and pity something that made your gut twist, you didn’t need pity but more important he didn’t need to feel sorry. “you don’t need to apologise kenma, I was expecting this anyways I just needed to get it off my chest.” the boy in front of you froze and his teeth grinded together in hopes of getting the right words to say.

“i’ll see you around okay? bye!” it didn’t take long for you to scurry off with a hand over your mouth in hopes to muffle the sobs. it’s okay if he didn’t return it. it was expected, there was a 50/50 chance either way. kenma stared after you as kuroo put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it to comfort the boy.

the words you said to him lingering in his mind.

‘kenma! i’ve known you since we were nine and throughout the years I have developed feelings for you. i know you won’t feel the same but still, I wanted you to know even if it’s awkward or we don’t talk anymore... I’ll... I’ll still be cheering you on and support you to the fullest. kozume kenma, you can do it.’

Does anyone have a small moment to themselves whenever they see their biases top go up which shows a bit of skin.

low-key like that but I find it cute when they don’t have stomach definition as others but I do have a moment to myself but like get over it quickly

okay. rant over :))

[00:54] your small body shivers in the cold, blood seeping into the snow, unfortunately today you had the pleasure of seeing some old people who you don’t get along with.

“h-help,” you croak out, lips blue and chapped but before, you knew it you were lifted up from the ground. your eyes clashing with the pretty green ones staring at you with panic.

“don’t worry.... we’ll get you fixed up!” You lost your hearing for a second but weakly smile at him, eyes going heavy.

“thank you Midoriya,” darkness awaits you.

[10:17] you sigh stirring the liquid in your cup with a spoon, the Christmas music playing but it sounded like a blurred noise.

this was suppose to be your birthday party but turned out more like a party than a birthday. you were stuck in a corner wishing to leave but you knew the second you tried to leave they’d find out. you weren’t in the mood.

“hey!” hongjoon shouted over the noise sitting beside you with a smile before he glanced at your face. a frown settled on his face, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“it just feels like my birthday party was an excuse for a party, it sucks and for some reason it hurts,” you spoke loud after he asked you what was wrong. he sighs before standing up and sticking out a hand.

“let’s go.” you owlishly blinked at him before smiling softly and that’s how you were dragged out of that lame excuse of a party to spend a night with your best friend! hongjoon.