✿-𝙊𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙘-✿ 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚

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It was supposed to be fine.

He was supposed to be fine.

But nothing ever goes his way, does it?

Crimson liquid splashed on the porcliean sink, but it was quickly washed away by the water.

His throat was tight as he coughed up little Dahlia petals. They were beautiful, but oh so tragic.

He looked at them for a moment, thinking of all the things he could've done to prevent this. What he could have said. And the little red flower is the consequence of what he could have avoided.

If only he liked him back.

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School was easy to get through, all he had to do was wait till the end of the day, and then maybe he could find a solution to fix this.

The bell sounded through the classroom, and as before he is left in silence.

Aizawa looked even more tired this morning, and he couldn't help but feel bad about the solemn look on his teachers face.

Class passed relatively slow, and he couldnt help but let his mind wander. That went unnoticed.

The bell rang with a loud chime, and he spared a tiny glance to the front of the room. Bakugou and Midoriya were fighting again.

His heart squeezed at the two, jealous of the friendship, and as every other day, he quietly packs his bags and leaves the room.

No one sees him leave.

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The walk to the dorms was fairly short in durration, and didn't take as much ten minutes.

He hears the cheers of some of his classmates who somehow got there first, and can't help but long for something as beautiful as that.

How he would love for someone to look at him, to notice him even a little bit. Maybe... No. That's a stupid idea. He would never.

His face heats up uncontrollably, and he tries to get a hold of himself. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!

Breath, Shoto.

The door creeks as he enters.

One head turns. And he was met with red, fiery eyes.

He walks up stairs without a word.

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He decided to write poetry.

He's heard it's a really good way to put your feelings down. But he doesn't know how much it'll work.

He didn't start immediately, he had started to read to get the jist of it.

He started with Shakespeare. And then Emily Dickinson. Then he started.

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Oh unrequited love, a bittersweet pain,
A heartache that lingers, driving me insane.
I pour out my feelings, but you do not feel,
My love for you, so strong and so real.

I pine for your touch, your smile, your kiss,
But you see me only as a friend, nothing more than this.
I long for the day when you'll finally see,
The love that I have, the love that's meant to be.

I'll wait for you, my heart in your hands,
Hoping and praying, that you'll understand.
For unrequited love is a burden to bear,
But I'll keep on loving, because you're worth the despair.

So here's to you, my unrequited love,
A soul so pure, sent from above.
I'll cherish you always, forever in my heart,
Hoping one day, we'll never be apart.

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Dear, Mom

Fuyumi was crying today.

I don't know why.

She never talks to me anymore. Just spares a look in my direction, and then starts tearing up.

Was it something I did?

The school week was the same... I only had a greeting from a few teachers, and... bakugou.

Midoriya doesn't seem to like me.

Maybe he thinks I'm wierd? Maybe I'm too quiet. Maybe even annoyingly so.

Aizawa seems to be catching on to the behaviors of my peers. I don't know what to think.

What do you think I should do?

— sincerely, Sho

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Word count: 632

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