#angry angst

[a-he-gao]

Just Souya

TW: angst. Breakup. Sad Souya.

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The apartment felt so cold. Souya slowly made his way through each room, all of your things, gone. You? Gone. The only thing left behind was the faint comforting scent of your perfume. Comforting as it may be it did not comfort the blue haired man at all. If anything it made his chest ache. Sobs wracking through his body as he remembers this morning. You called him clingy, a crybaby. Told him he was a boy, not a man like you'd thought. But why? You two had always been inseparable, tagging along with him and Nahoya, always welcome. Even when you and Souya became a couple you'd kiss his tears away, play with his hair whenever he would get upset. You loved that he was sensitive. He wasn't emotionally unavailable by any means. Always quick to hold your hand or kiss you whenever he got the chance. All he wanted was for you to spend some time with him when you both got home from your jobs. And for that, you called him annoying, told him he smothered you. He slides down to floor with his face in his hands, loudly sobbing, the Ramen he had brought home for you going cold in the plastic bag beside him. He didn't expect you'd be gone when he returned home. He didn't expect the break up note you left addressed to "The Blue Ogre".... That's not who he was.... He's your baby boy, your super strong man. At least he was. Now he's just Souya.

[plusultrachaos]

I don't want to be the only one living when all of my friends are gone.

Your choice of fandom/chars.

well. this came out angry. thank you brennan. also trying out a cool hc of writing enby sero.

The nights have been growing longer, surrounded by the falling snow and dropping temperatures. There should be children out playing out in yards and filling the streets of muted laughter. But all that fills the wintery silence is the low hum of a car heating up. 

It sits empty in a driveway. Inside the house that the driveway lays before, there is a slow moving hero,  desperate not to leave the warmth of their home to go to work. It would be worth it if they were saving lives runs on a loop through their head, but as they pack up their lunch, they go over the fact that there is no way that they would be saving lives. 

They make their way out to the waiting car, marking their path through the snow piled on the ground. They sigh as soon as they sit down, rubbing at their eyes—a bad attempt at wiping away the exhaustion glazing their eyes. 

Once they feel they can function in the moment, they back out of the driveway and drive away from the safety net of their house. They drive on roads that were once plowed, but were quickly covered up again. Their car, when parked, makes a not-too-odd mixture of a hum and a honk, making someone who, of pure coincidence, jumped at the sudden noise and set their quirk off. It just so happened to be Bakugou, looking the same amount of exhausted and thrown off as the driver of the car that just got its engine blown up. 

They hurry to get out of the car and try their best to use their tape to minimize the damage of a car blowing up before it does blast. They sigh as it does, and feel like they crumple in the spot they stand in.

"Fuck. Sorry, Soy Sauce. I'll get you a new car." They just give him a dead stare and turn to go into the agency building. 

It doesn't surprise them when they walk in and see other heroes with similar states. They can't help but think that if they were to see some of their old classmates' smiles right now, it would make them sick in a bittersweet way. 

They don't cheer that fact on, knowing that the anger from yesterday's fight would start to build up again. 

Turns out they don't have to hold it in. 

Bkugou comes in shortly after them, his own rage showing at full face value. "Fucker is on her way now." 

Sero waits. They feel the rage build again, a piece of tape making itself loose at the crease of their elbow. They tear it off and stick it on the edge of a nearby trash can with too much force, causing it to fall over. 

They stare at it before they move to kick it. And they do. At the same time that the pink skinned and hair subject of their anger walks through the door. 

They notice that they are being stared at from all angles and push a strand of straight black hair behind their ear. 

"Sorry." is muttered under their breath, short and quiet. It doesn't hold the same energy as something genuine would, but they don't care, picking the trash can up and heading over to their desk. They seethe at their desk through the day and through lunch, not getting up once. They go through the day, knowing that there is going to be something said, something to make them finally yell. 

It comes at the end of the day when they go to walk to the bus stop. Mina taps on their shoulder and they jump and whirl around, tape on the verge of shooting out and around the woman that stands in front of them. 

"The fuck do you want, Mina?" They let their voice drop low. 

"Sero, come on. You know that's not fair." Her voice is shaky as they look at her with a tired glance that is set in anger. 

"No. You know what's not fair?" They step toward her. "Watching so many of your old classmates die in a fight they weren't even suppoed to fucking be in. Watching Bakugou break down after… after Kiri… And then to top it off, you, the one person who has been by my side the entire fucking time, goes to risk your fucking life." They point a finger at her chest. "You want to know whats fucking unfair? The fact that everybody was out. You watched me do a headcount, you listened to me ask if there was anybody else and you still tried to run into the building that was on its last fucking support. That's fucking unfair, Mina." They turned away from her. "I dont want to be the only one living when all my fucking friends are gone." Their voice breaks and they leave before they collapse on the floor of the agency. 

They run to the bus stop, cursing the world forthinkig that this was the right moment for it to be fucking snowing still. 

[freespiritedstarling]

The baby Lunanoffs is so cute. I do hope you intend on continuing your line, just without the whole... You know, like your father did.

It’s ANGST HOUR Send my muse your angstiest asks

“Excuse me? My father was an honorable man, who served his Empire valiantly. His only sin is that the Empire had a leash on him so tight he could do nothing but serve.

As for myself... I have more important things to do than procreate... If I ever bear children it is after my ambitions come into fruition.“

[leastly]

Can a magical man just come to my room and feed me chocolates and tell me everything’s going to be alright and that he’ll be the one to love and take care of me so I don’t have to go through the anxiety of dating and the equal anxiety of being alone? Where is my perfect world. D:<

[do-over]

So it's mine, I guess, if I want it.

This applies to both the headhunting position I interviewed for and the date I set up right after.

Quite honestly, I'm not really excited about either one.  But hey, Tuesday is trying, and that's what matters, right?