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I’m being so serious right now, there was a Telltale Batjokes animatic on YouTube to the song Sweet Dreams by BØRNS, I had it saved and now I think it’s been taken off YouTube
IF YOU HAVE THAT VIDEO OR LIKE HAVE IT DOWNLOADED OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT PLEASE SHARE IT WITH ME
Or at the very least confirm it existed if you watched it too
I’m being genuine with this, it was one of my favourite comfort videos and the fact I can’t find it actually made me cry
Based off of Clouds by BØRNS
"Dopamine" Series Masterlist
All my thoughts slip away, but I can’t stop thinking ‘bout your face
Oh, I won’t stop ‘til you knock on my door
Twelve days.
It had been twelve days since you had last spoken to Shouto. Twelve days since you asked him to walk you back to the dorms, twelve days since you responded to his texts, twelve days since he got to hear your laughter or see your smile.
Twelve days, seven hours, and thirty-two minutes, not that he was counting.
Day one, he had assumed you were busy; by day three, he was beginning to get worried. After a week, he knocked on your door and stood there for ten full minutes, hoping you would answer. You never did. By the morning of day twelve, you were the only thing he could think about. You had gone from talking daily to radio silence with no warning. You wouldn’t even tell him what he did wrong.
“Todoroki, did you bring that book I lent you a few weeks ago?”
The voice of his friend calling his name momentarily snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts about you.
“No, I’m sorry, Iida. I forgot it. I’ll grab it from my dorm and bring it to you this evening if that’s alright.”
Shouto wasn’t sure how long he’d been tuned out of the conversation happening around him. When he finally lifted his head to look around, he noticed all of his friends staring back at them with looks of concern.
“Are you feeling alright?” Midoriya asked.
“Yes, why?” He responded, an obvious lie. He’s never been the best at articulating his emotions, but he’s not great at hiding them either.
“You’ve seemed a bit, I don’t know, off these past couple weeks.” Midoriya answered. Shouto released a small sigh, returning his gaze to his lap, almost in embarrassment.
“(Y/N) hasn’t been speaking to me and she won’t tell me why.”
Had he really been this out of it for almost two full weeks? Sure, he’d forgotten little things here and there more often than usual. Maybe he’d been less engaged in what’s been going on around him as well. But could he have been so obviously upset this entire time? There are any number of reasons you’ve stopped speaking to him, some of which might not have to do with him at all. Could he be so self-absorbed to have only thought of what you’re going through in relation to himself-
“Oh, I know why!” Iida answered simply.
“You do?” Shouto’s gaze lifted from his lap eagerly.
“Some time last week, I had noticed she seemed off for a few days as well. I stopped by her dorm to check in when I noticed she didn’t come down for dinner. I wasn’t expecting her to be so straightforward, if I’m honest. She thinks that she-” Iida’s eyes widened in realization. “oh, perhaps it’s not my place to divulge that information. I’m sorry.” The pain in Shouto’s eyes forced Iida to reconsider. He sighed, weighing his options before he spoke again. “But maybe it’s for the best that you understand as well. She told me that when she last saw you, she said something that she believed had given away her romantic feelings for you. I guess you didn’t react to what she said, and now she’s afraid her confession tarnished the friendship the two of you share, and she’s been too embarrassed to speak to you ever since.”
Shouto couldn’t even recall what had been said to cause this, but it didn’t matter. You’d been hiding yourself from him for twelve full days over something he didn’t even understand, when all he’d wanted the entire time was to have you back. His thoughts were consumed by you day and night for nearly two full weeks. He could barely sleep lately because he was so caught up in worrying about you. He didn’t care what it took; he just needed you to know that he cared about you and wanted you back in his life again.
And then it hit him.
“I’ll be right back.” Shouto told his friends, already making a stride for the stairs. The elevator would take too long. He sprinted up four flights of stairs, breathing deeply and allowing his thoughts to be consumed by you more with each step. He opened the door to access the 5th floor hallway and took long steps until he reached the door of your dorm room. Shouto froze for a moment in panic, but knew in that moment he needed to act.
He knocked softly on your door.
“(Y/N)?”
When he got no response, he knocked louder.
“(Y/N), I know you’re there. I-” He sighed deeply, mulling over his words for a long moment. “I’m sorry I didn’t understand that you were telling me how you felt about me. And I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that I feel the same way. I don’t know what to say but I want to be a part of your life again, in whatever way you’ll have me…” He took a long pause to see if you’d respond. You didn’t. So he continued. “I know I made you worried. I know you need time to think about it. Come to my dorm and knock on my door when you’re ready. I’ll wait for you. I won’t stop waiting until you knock on my door.” He waited for a few more minutes outside your door, hoping to hear something- anything -from the other side. He heard you shifting around, but you offered him no response. As he promised, he returned to his own dorm to wait. He closed the door and promptly laid down on the floor to allow all of his thoughts to be consumed by you once again. How could he have been so blind all this time to what he was feeling? This time around, his misunderstanding of his own emotions didn’t only hurt him. No, he did what he could. Fuyumi always told him regret was a useless emotion if he’d done all you could to fix it. He did what he could. He should trust in his sister more. She’d like you, he thinks. He’d love to introduce you to her if you gave him the chance. All he could hope was that you gave him the chance.
Three soft knocks could be heard against his door. He was so caught up in his thoughts of you that he forgot to get up and answer the door.
“Shouto? It’s me. Are you there?”
Three more knocks followed a moment later, and he leaped up to answer this time, sliding open the door so quickly it startles you. He’d never been happier in his life than he was seeing you in that moment, but his heart broke seeing the sadness in your eyes. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’m so sorry I didn’t just talk to you. I don’t know what came over me, and the longer I waited to say something the more embarrassed I got. I just hope we can move past this.” He said nothing in response, choosing instead to soothingly rub your back. He thinks this is comforting. He hopes that he’s right. Eventually, you pulled away from his embrace and stared at him, hoping he’d say something. He looked away for just a second as he searched for the right words. He finally settled on the only thing he could think about in that moment.
“Can I kiss you?”
“If you want to, yeah.” You answered. He leaned in closer until he could feel your breath on his skin. Cool and minty, like the gum you’d always chew. He pulled back after breathing it in.
“I don’t- I’ve never-” He tried to speak, but his stuttering was cut short when he felt one of your hands rest against his jaw.
“It’s okay. I’ll show you. You just need to relax.”
He followed your lead until his lips met with yours.
In that moment, he was certain he would never stop thinking about you ever again.
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