❝ i’ll protect you. ❞ //baby shoto, @mxsterpiecetheatre
Tears fell from her dark lashes as she huddled against the corner with her son, squeezing him gently as she did. He shouldn’t have to. He was just a child. Nobody deserved this. With a weak hiccup, she shook her head and hid her new bruises against the top of his head.
“It’s okay, Sh-Shoto...y-you don’t have to sweetie. M’fine.” She whispered.
She very much was not.











