✨️Shining Sun In A Clouded Day✨️
A comfort one shot of the best blonde boy of MHA, Mirio Togata aka Mr. Lemillion himself.
Gender Neurtal reader
Not really an 'x reader' but can be implied as that. Again, this is more of a comfort fic.
WARNINGS: Angst - Low self esteem, insecurities and implied suicidal thoughts/ideation (still somewhat tame)
Do enjoy~
Emotions, in one of the many ways, can be depicted like an ocean. Most times it is calm with clear skies. Sometimes it was cloudy. Sometimes the water was nice and warm. And sometimes the water felt cold.
It was an ocean that invited many to appreciate on a good day.
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.
But not yours.
Your ocean was violent.
The sky polluted with dark clouds, thundering and misted as incoming rainfall neared closer to the damp shore. The waters were frigid and murky, tsunami-like waves roughly crashing, splashing, rising higher as it swallowed the grained shore bit by bit. The wind just as bitter, the sensation of its whipping force was tangible.
You felt your skin prickle from the imagery.
Yes, your ocean that symbolized your inner feelings had been chaotic for quite some time.
All it took was just one moment for it to crumble apart.
A scowl crept out of your lips as you started to reminisce about the bad bits branded in your memory. Of all things you needed your mind to properly remember something of importance, it only worked when your mood shifted negatively.
The scowl beared its canines in frustration.
In contrast to your inner thunderstorm it had been another day of summer vacation in the U.A Academy with clear skies and hot rays.
Some students were taking remedial courses, an amount of those students studying or practicing for their hero training to stay disciplined.
But the few that lingered?
Well, they were still kids who had some chances to just relax in their dorms and goof off with their pals.
Some took the time to wander outside the academy walls to refresh their views, a much needed change of scenery and ambiance.
Others were more reserved as they idled in their own dorms, few of them with doors wide open as a welcoming gesture to anyone who wanted to pop in and give those a needed break with small talk or lure them out to the dining common area for snack time.
It was just another summer day.
Unlike everyone else, you kept to yourself. Only appearing to use the kitchen for consumption or to do your end of daily chores set at the main hall of the dormitory, simply waving sluggishly to those who happened to pass you by.
You never intended to seem rude or anything like that, it was just tiring to have to keep faking a smile or two for so long.
Today however, you’d thought it best to take a moment to vent off your negative energy by sitting out at one of the man-made garden sectors in the Academy grounds.
Some did say that nature helped suck out the bad vibes.
And so you did.
You dragged your feet and slumped down at a bench allocated underneath a shaded region and took in the simple scenery in silence.
And you stared.
And stared.
...but the noise wouldn’t stop.
Your brows furrowed, wrinkling your nose as you cursed out to yourself, already digging your nails onto your flesh as a way to momentarily distract you from the turmoil that racked within your mind.
Why couldn’t you be enough?
You were blessed to have a loving family or at least one that tolerated your bullsh*t, you were blessed to have been accepted at a prestigious educational program, blessed to have some friends, getting passable grades, you were honestly okay.
And yet when you pondered on that last bit of thought…
It felt unreal.
It just wasn’t enough.
Almost as if you didn’t deserve such things.
That you’d still disappoint your family, that you’d break hearts and lose friends, paranoid whether the next exam would keep you in school or kick you out.
That no matter what the bright side was, the devil’s chantra would always chain you down.
That your own doubts of your self worth...would drag you even lower.
You weren’t enough.
To the point where you question your own existence.
After all if you’d happen to disappear all of a sudden, the changes in the world would be the same as if you’ve never existed in the first place:
Nothing.
Absolutely no change.
Because that’s how insignificant you felt.
How unreal it felt.
A breath was sucked in and held as a means to keep yourself from breaking down into a sobbing mess.
But the attempt was futile.
Your face sizzled in heat from trying to silence your hiccups, face wrinkled in a wet mess as hot, salted tears poured out in disarray with snot mingling and sliding down over your trembling lips.
It was already hard to breathe and crying your eyes out made it much worse yet you kept suffering through it as a means of ‘discipline for your failures.’
You didn’t care if you got lightheaded.
You only wanted to cry.
Your screams of help, of wanting to find ways to fix yourself or end yourself...were muted.
No one could hear you.
Only ragged breathing and sniffles whispered in the garden.
Yet coincidentally, a shuffle of steps managed to catch your attention, surprised as you noticed too late that someone else had occupied the area, too late to fix yourself up and hide the obvious tear-stained face and red eyes you wore.
Sure enough, the moment that one person called out to you and strutted over at your side, the first thing that popped from their lips were:
“Hey- oh! ...Are you...why are you crying? What’s wrong..?”
Utterly embarrassed you weakly hid your face with your hands, using the cuffs of the long sleeve jacket you had to wipe away the tears of defeat and the snot of shame from your face.
You didn’t dare to look to see who was speaking to you, there was no way you could face them again. Er well, not that it would do much of a difference as you had been called out for your pathetic actions already.
For now, sniffles were the only response.
After about a minute passed you felt the bench creak slightly as it shifted, your back still facing the mystery student. You huddled to yourself closer, uncertain of what they do or better yet how you were to explain to them as to why you’ve behaved so differently on this very moment.
Boy did you wish you had the quirk of invisibility or teleportation to YEET your ass out of this awkward, unwanted situation.
So much for looking for a secluded place, huh?
“Okay...well you seem as if you don’t wanna talk. That’s fine! I’ll talk for you then..”
The voice seemed perky yet serious, so familiar that you were damn sure you had heard them before. But where and who exactly?
A boy for sure...but not anyone from your class.
“I don’t want to assume too much but...
I guess it was a rough day-“ he started,
“-and I understand that, really I do. People often say that I’m always positive and though I concur, I also have my rough days too.”
Your back still faced the classmate however your tense posture gradually loosened the more you heard him share his mind.
“There were times where I had doubted my potential, maybe even quitting.
Many times I thought I should’ve.
But that’s where things change-“
The benched creaked from another shift of weight. His voice seemed to have angled closer to you.
Was he….facing you?
You twitched in place, your hair and hands blocking your face from them.
“People usually get frustrated over obstacles because they think they are in the way to reach their goal but in reality these so-called obstacles ARE a piece of the path you choose to triumph over!”
Your body perked more in curiosity.
“It’s inevitable that we’ll face challenges; that’s why we shouldn’t fret too much over temporary problems. I once heard from a skilled hero quote ‘Hope for the worst and expect for the best.’ That’s why whenever someone goes through difficulties, they should face it through with a smile!”
You took your hands away from your face, sniffling as you tilted yourself towards the voice but not yet fully facing him.
You couldn’t help but listen to what he had to say, his enthusiasm was bubbling within you that helped ease your inner thunderstorm.
“Of course it’s gonna be tough, life is about risk while having faith. Rough days only make you stronger. You don’t grow because you have no problems, grow BECAUSE of problems. How else would we know what ‘good’ experiences are without first expecting the bad ones? Keep in mind that failure is the gateway to success. The only way you really lose is if you quit.”
Wiping away the excess off of your face accompanied by a sniffle or two, you managed to shift comfortably on the bench finally letting yourself be seen and to see who exactly had spoken making your tired expression morph into shock yet with a sense of knowing.
Of course such encouragement and wisdom would come from the seniors of the school, especially from the one who was close to All Might’s spotlight.
“Togata-senpai..?”
You whispered timidly.
Mirio kept his gaze onto you respectfully, smiling as he hummed in response.
You wanted to tell him something, ask him but you were hesitant, unsure of how to speak your mind properly when it was still cooling off from the turmoil.
But Mirio piped in for you.
“It’s ok. It’s fine to have these moments, to cry and feel too much. But..”
His eyes glanced down, thinking for a moment before smiling wider to himself and focusing back onto you.
“But don’t ever quit on yourself. You don’t know how much potential you carry within. It’s what we lack that we should strive to challenge ourselves to be better, because we CAN be better. You remind me of my best friend who always doubted himself because he thought he was inferior, when in truth, he endured the struggles and pushed through his fears that resulted in him becoming one of the big three! He became strong and his tenacity inspired me to become even stronger!”
Mirio did one of his quick motion antics for emphasis and you couldn’t help but crack a half smile.
“It’s what we do for ourselves that either helps us grow or render us fruitless. Everyone in UA is striving to be a hero. Besides, you’re never alone! We have each other to help. After all, that’s what heroes do, hahaha!”
You bit your lip.
“...Thank you. And sorry for-“
“Don’t apologize,” Mirio quickly interrupted strictly with a slight chuckle, “there’s no need to apologize for what you felt or went through. Instead, thank yourself for being able to endure another challenge!”
His smile widened into a pearly grin as he posed dramatically to emphasize his genuine amazement of what you already manage to achieve.
He was proud that you lived another day.
Proud that you always did your best, being selfless and making sure everyone else was all right.
You couldn’t help but tear up a bit out of relief, a slight smile finally adorning your features.
“Yeah, I guess so. Thank you..”
“Haha, no problem! Always remember though-“
He playfully tapped his finger to your forehead in an oddly animated style, chuckling as you whined from dealing with his antics.
“Winning takes time to develop. But anyone can do it so long as they are committed to reaching it. It will take endurance, patience and honesty to become a hero. That’s why we’re learning together to sharpen those skills! You DO have potential. Now give me another smile!”
Without warning, Mirio pinched your cheeks in an attempt to force out a smile, laughing hysterically as you complained and swatted at him, resulting in the two of you lightly arm wrestling with one another.
A genuine smile rested on your face as you laughed wholeheartedly with Mirio, enjoying his presence as you both headed back to the dorms and mentally thanking him again and again for supporting you.
He truly was the sun that broke through the dark clouds and the warmth that spreads on the sandy shore.
You were grateful for that..
