There it was again. That feeling in his chest that was heavy and light at the same time. He couldn't name the feeling, the closest he had felt to it was when Mirio had told him that he was what made him strong, that he was what made Mirio shine as bright as the sun. The smile she gave him was blinding. If Mirio was the sun, then Ume was a supernova. She lit up the dark spaces deep inside of him and loosened that vise in his chest until it was bearable, until it didn't feel like he was going to crack under the pressure. This story will contain discussions of mental health, depictions of mental breakdowns, sex, death, and major bodily injury and trauma. Please be mindful of this as you read.