@tikkvn / guiding light.
third year, and shouto aches from training. he aches from crying, some nights, from pure exhaustion, from overwhelming emotion. izuku’s there, though, and that’s enough. it’s been enough for a while now. he hurts, but it’s a good hurt, a real one. the tears feel like his, and they come less often than they used to.
so, it’s tiring. it’s gruelling. but it makes him happier than he’s ever been. no, that’s... not quite right. izuku does. his friends do. helping people does. the actual hard work itself is almost an afterthought. life is so good and he’s so hopeful that he might burst.
he curls round izuku in their bed that night, and a thought comes to him, small and quiet and warm. it’s just a little one, a small thing, something that might never come to be, and he doesn’t know, really, if is possible, but he wants for the first time.
he’s sleepy, and that probably adds to this. “zuku.” he pats his boyfriend’s arm gentle. “maybe... when we’re older... and... secure. we could... have kids?” he thinks, for the first time in years, that he might be a good father.
