behind the scenes

[ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ ]

Short scenes that weren't shown in the actual story, so these are connected to the main plot line :)

The brackets will either signal a time period or a title, these are just short ones that I couldn't publish separately cause I refuse to post anything under than 250 words

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[After Zihao's parents died]

Shushed sniffles could be heard as the boy tried to hold in his sobs. His hand was held over his mouth as he tried to muffle his cries. The salty tears ran down his face and onto his lips. A burning sensation filled the corners of his eyes as they began to dry out.

The pink hair boy laying on the other side of the room never mentioned anything out of fear of embarrassing his new friend. He may never have said anything, but he heard his friend's broken sobs every night. No matter how quiet he thought he was.

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[Trios never work]

Eraserhead, Present Mic, Loud Cloud

Zihao, Hu, Dabi

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[After Zihao got kidnapped]

Hu jolted up from the bed, he panted as a bead of sweat rolled down his face. Gasping for air he quickly ran down the hall. His footsteps echoed loudly throughout the apartment as he moved as fast as he could.

Grabbing the doorknob tightly, he pulled it open. His eyes searched the room frantically until he let out a sigh of relief. Resting his eyes on the sleeping figure of Zihao, he began to relax. Taking a deep breath, he slowly walks to the side of the greenette's bed. Sliding down onto the floor, he rests his hand on Zihao's comforter.

Zihao's quiet snores gave him a piece of comfort as his heart rate began to steady. Slowly, his eyes grew heavy. Allowing sleep to finally take over his body, he falls into a light sleep. Until he'll wake up again in another hour.

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[ The truth...?] 

"...and that's all I know." Eraserhead refused to look up from his feet. He could only imagine the look on the other's face. Would he break down in despair? Would he scream? Perhaps he'll even doubt what he heard was true. 

A moment of silence passed before the blonde spoke. "Oboro... is dead? That can't be..." A broken chuckle could be heard as the other threw his hands in front of him. "You're joking, right? You have to be... he can't be dead." Choking on his sobs, Present Mic held his head as if he was breaking apart. 

Aizawa nodded his head as he held back his own tears. Being a hero was never easy, but for some reason it felt harder than usual.

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[ cold ]

The young boy sat balled up in the corner of the living room. His father's old shirt covered his small frame as he hugged his knees close to his chest. He tried to ignore the pain in his stomach as he stared at the front door. Sure, he may have been hungry, but his dad would come back home with food soon, right?

His dad just needed to go get a drink, he needed it but he'll make up for it later, right? How could Zihao blame his dad, Oboro just needed to feel a small buzz. He's sure his dad will walk through the door at any time with a blanket, maybe even a match so he can use the fireplace. Some smoke would be nice, he can't remember the last time he had a chance to just breathe.

Yeah, he's sure his father will take care of him soon. Even if he forgot every other time.

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[ tw. binge eating ]

Tears streamed down Hu's face as he rocked back and forth. The cold tile underneath him seemed to stick to his skin as he constantly moved. The guilt consumed him whole as he refused to look at empty packets of food surrounding him. 

A feeling of nausea made him gag as he tried to not get sick. He wasn't even hungry, he barely even remembers getting out of bed. He was sure that he was preparing to go to sleep minutes before. So why was he forcing himself to eat?

Hu knew the food would be there in the morning, but some part of him kept nagging at him. Telling him to eat, telling him to do it. And now that same voice was belittling him for doing what they said.

Silence, that's all he wanted. Yet the voice in his head was too loud.

Mentions of an eating disorder in the next message, please don't read if you're easily triggered.

I won't be adding this detail to the main story because eating disorders can be very triggering, and I want people to be able to read it without having to worry about triggers. But Hu has a binge eating disorder because of the times he starved as a kid. Now his body forces him to eat out of fear of not being able to eat the next day. While he knows that it's okay and the food will be there, that fear is still engraved in his mind.

Zihao does help when he has episodes of binging, most of the time all he can do is reassure Hu that it's okay and that he doesn't have to feel guilty or be afraid.

Zihao himself does not have one even after going through a similar situation because everyone reacts differently to trauma. I want there to be multiple representations of what can happen and offer a reasoning at the same time. If anything, Zihao will forget to eat because he just doesn't feel the hunger anymore. And with the cigarettes they really curve his hunger levels.

I'll be writing a fluff chapter after this so don't worry <3 :)

Then we have a long angst chapter 

Love y'all <3