Azh_089
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They lived like strangers playing lovers. Or maybe it was the other way around.
“You always do this,” Atsumu said without turning around, exhaling slow, like it meant something. “You shut down when I get too close. Like I'm some kind of disease.”
Sakusa didn’t answer right away. He never did. He watched the condensation slide down his glass, the way the water left a mark on the coffee table — temporary, but visible. Just like Atsumu.
“You like chasing ghosts,” Sakusa said finally. “I’m not one of them."
Atsumu smiled, bitter and gold. “Aren’t you?”
And when they kissed, it was never soft. It was desperate. Like they were trying to forget where they were, who they were, how none of it ever felt enough.
The thing is — Atsumu loved too loudly. And Sakusa loved too late.- Language:
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One morning, Atsumu is gone before the sun rises.
No note. No smell on the pillow. Just a cherry pit in the ashtray and a voice message that cuts off after three seconds.
Kiyoomi listens to it anyway.
Every day.And then one night, he comes back.
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acceptance by Azh_089
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
28 Apr 2025
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The rooftop is quiet.
It always is, up here—twenty stories above the world, where the air is thinner and the stars feel a little closer. Izuku doesn’t mind the height anymore. Not after everything. Not after years of breaking bones for the sake of heroism, carrying burdens too big for a boy’s shoulders, and watching dreams die in ways no one ever warned him about.
His legs dangle over the edge, swinging slightly in the wind. There’s nothing dramatic about it. No trembling hands or poetic final words. Just the hum of distant traffic, and the ache in his chest that never quite goes away.
Being on the ground feels strange lately. Too solid. Too real. Up here, things blur at the edges. Up here, he can pretend the weight he carries isn't crushing him. -
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And in that moment, Atsumu realized that the lines between love and obsession, between need and suffocation, had blurred beyond recognition. What they had was dangerous, messy, and maybe even broken, but it was real. And no matter how hard he tried to fight it, it was a part of him now. Something he couldn’t escape, no matter how badly he wanted to.
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It was late, and Kiyoomi was still out. The thought of him being away, out with his cousin, brought a tightening in Atsumu’s chest. He wasn’t used to the space between them, the absence of Kiyoomi’s presence, not after all this time. It made him feel uneasy, unsettled, like there was something missing, something important, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.