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Scrapbook Dreams

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66263071

SUMMARY:

This plan was absolutely not doable, and Shoyou had realized that when it hit 6:15 PM and he still had no idea what to do for Kageyama’s birthday. It didn’t help that Kageyama told him he’d never really celebrated his birthday before because he didn’t care much for it, so he never received many birthday gifts. Shoyou sucked so much. Think, think. He still had time left– granted, very little time, but still time. Google hadn’t given him many ideas– just basic stuff like flowers and cakes. Although Shoyou could cook, he’d never tried baking before, and this was the one time he wouldn’t risk new things. Flowers would be okay maybe, for a boring girl. But Kageyama was different! And Shoyou needed to make it special, somehow.

In about 45 minutes.

With no ideas in mind.

OR, Shoyou Hinata completely forgets about his boyfriend's birthday-- and scrambles to get a gift.

“Hey Hinata! What’d you get Kageyama for his birthday?” Nishinoya yelled, jumping from across the room to interrogate Shoyou’s gift giving skills.

Shoyou stared down at the floor, praying and hoping whatever god was up there would swallow him whole. How the hell– how could he, as a very amazing and definitely not forgetful boyfriend forget Kageyama’s birthday? December 22nd, December 22nd, December 22nd. It had even been in his calendar for a whole month– and he still forgot it! Granted, volleyball practice had been like, insanely hectic lately, but that was no excuse for forgetting your boyfriend’s birthday.

His boyfriend who was terrifying. And also an amazing setter. And also gives him all the tosses he wants because he’s a good boyfriend.

Holy shit. Shoyou Hinata is a terrible boyfriend.

Okay, okay, don’t panic. Panicking would be the absolute worst thing to do in this situation. Take a deep breath and realize– Kageyama won’t hate you if you decide to suck it up and tell him you completely forgot his birthday. He’ll hopefully understand, and you’ll make it up to him another time. Right? Right?

“I uh, it’s a surprise!” Shoyou managed to stutter out, clasping his hands together while smiling. Nishinoya seemed to buy it, so a win was win.

“Aw man, really? I was hoping I could compare our gifts! But I get it Shoyou! You’ve probably come up with something totally romantic, right? I won’t bother you with it! But tell me how it goes with Kageyama later!”

“Yeah, uh, yeah! I will! Thanks Noya-san!” Shoyou was severely relieved to at least have that off of his back. But the real problem still wasn’t resolved: He forgot Kageyama’s birthday– and he needed to get a gift to him, fast.

“Hina–, Shoyou,” Kageyama was still new to the whole boyfriend thing, but he was trying. It was honestly sweet how much he was trying, which also contributed to the amount of guilt Shoyou felt about forgetting his boyfriend’s birthday. “I, uh. Do you want to come over later?”

“Pfft, well yeah, duh! You don’t need to ask for that Tobioooo, I would’ve barged into your home anyways! But uhm, happy birthday!” Shoyou stood on the tips of his toes, reaching up to press a kiss to Kageyama’s cheek. His face may have been abnormally red, but it was worth it to see his boyfriend fluster. “I’ll get you your birthday gift when I come by! I have to stop by my house first, I accidentally left it there.” Maybe Shoyou was actually kinda good at this lying thing– even if he felt like his heart was literally going to jump out of his chest. He was just going to pray that the obnoxiously loud heartbeat he had sounded like nervousness of their new relationship to Kageyama.

“Dumbass, you shouldn’t just barge into people’s homes. But see you later. And thanks. You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Thanking me before you even get the gift? Woah Kageyama, I knew you loved me but not that much,” Shoyou grinned, wanting to reach up to Kageyama to put another kiss on his cheek but not knowing if that would be too many.

“Shut up. Bye,” Kageyama grumbled, walking away until his figure disappeared from Shoyou’s sight.

Okay. Now Shoyou just needed to bike home, make a birthday gift for Kageyama, and then bike to Kageyama’s. That was definitely doable. 100% doable. Except for the fact that it was currently 5:30 PM and it took thirty minutes to bike home and he still didn’t have a birthday gift in mind. But other than that, this plan was definitely doable.

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This plan was absolutely not doable, and Shoyou had realized that when it hit 6:15 PM and he still had no idea what to do for Kageyama’s birthday. It didn’t help that Kageyama told him he’d never really celebrated his birthday before because he didn’t care much for it, so he never received many birthday gifts. Shoyou sucked so much. Think, think. He still had time left– granted, very little time, but still time. Google hadn’t given him many ideas– just basic stuff like flowers and cakes. Although Shoyou could cook, he’d never tried baking before, and this was the one time he wouldn’t risk new things. Flowers would be okay maybe, for a boring girl. But Kageyama was different! And Shoyou needed to make it special, somehow.

In about 45 minutes.

With no ideas in mind.

Alright, what does Kageyama like? Volleyball, milk, yogurt, pork curry. Shoyou had some milk and yogurt cartons in his refrigerator, but that didn’t seem special enough. Obviously Kageyama liked volleyball, but it’s not like Shoyou could just give him a volleyball. Kageyama probably had a million of those in his backyard already. Maybe something volleyball related? Volleyball related. Hm.

Finally! Finally an actual decent idea popped into Shoyou’s head, one that was actually special and Kageyama would probably like. Now to actually make it.

A scrapbook may seem basic, it’s pretty much just a bunch of pictures mushed together for no reason– but a volleyball themed scrapbook? Perfect for a volleyball idiot, as Tsukishima would eloquently say.

Shoyou thanked the heavens above that he’d previously uploaded all his photos to his laptop, so he could easily print them now. And that his mom bought a colored printer. Empty notebooks were also a blessing.

Every picture of them playing volleyball, even pictures of volleyballs went into the scrapbook. It was 7:00 PM now and he’d texted Kageyama saying he’d be a bit late and asking if he could sleep over– which his boyfriend responded yes too. Thank God.

Shoyou found spare volleyball stickers his mom had bought for him and put them to good use, plastering them articulately– well, not really, across the pages. He was sort of in a rush, but he still wanted to make this special for his boyfriend. He’d managed to find enough pictures for most of the pages, but there were still two empty.

So it’d come to this. Shoyou had some really– ahem, special photos he’d been keeping privately, but it seemed desperate times call for desperate measures.

First kiss, check. First date, check. And all the other times they’d spent together– even if they weren’t necessarily conventional romantic couple things, compiled into a scrapbook. Now for the last page.

Oh! Okay, he and Kageyama always seemed to have no idea what to do for dates. When you were already best friends before you began dating, what was the difference between regular hanging out and romantic hanging out? But right now, with the internet at Shoyou’s fingertips, he could come up with at least a few romantic date ideas that he and Kageyama could later refer to.

☐ Library Date — (but we only read books about volleyball) ☐ Coffee Date — (we talk about volleyball) ☐ Painting — (We paint volleyballs) ☐ Stargazing Night — (we think about volleyball) ☐ Walking at the park — (we talk about volleyball, again) ☐ Movie Night — (we watch a volleyball movie) ☐ Karaoke — (we sing about volleyball– that one’s too volleyball even for me, so maybe not) ☐ Ferris Wheel — (we kiss)

Okay! Finally, Shoyou had a decent, maybe even good birthday gift to give his boyfriend– who hopefully would never find out that Shoyou had forgotten his birthday.

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What Shoyou didn’t anticipate, however, was his bike betraying him on his way to Kageyama’s house and slipping on mud, throwing him off and rolling over into a bush. The whole ordeal would’ve been fine and everything if Shoyou could you know, walk. But he couldn’t. So it was a little bit of a problem.

“Hi, uh, Kageyama? So I was sorta kinda on the way to your house on my bike in the rain, and my bike decided to slip and fall into a bush and also I think my ankle is sorta kinda sprained so is there any possible way you could help me? I uh, I have your birthday gift if that’s an incentive. I’m really, really sorry,”

“You idiot! What the hell do you mean you biked in rain like this! You could’ve gotten even more hurt! Stay right there– I’m picking you up,” On the phone, Kageyama seemed so mad that Shoyou was sure he’d be dead by the time Kageyama made eye contact with him. But considering the situation– he probably got lucky.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I swear I’ll make it up to you! I didn’t mean for this to happen on your birthday, I swear!” Shoyou knew Kageyema wouldn’t consider this to technically be a hindrance to his birthday, but still.

“I don’t care about that. Just stay put,” Kageyama responded, letting the line cut.

Fuuuuck. How many more mishaps would Shoyou have to take before he could finally celebrate Kageyama’s birthday with him? This situation absolutely, completely sucked. He just wanted to be a good boyfriend. Stupid bike for being stupid and slipping into the mud. And stupid Kageyama for being a good boyfriend that gives him so many amazing tosses that Shoyou couldn’t pay him back for.

Shoyou knew he’d begged the ground to swallow him up before, but now he seriously hoped it’d happen. If he had to face Kageyama like this– rain pouring and drenched, he’d probably die on the spot. It wasn’t like he cared that much about Kageyama seeing him in bad situations, but in a situation where it was his birthday? Yeah, Shoyou definitely cared.

It also didn’t help that Shoyou was very, very sleepy from all the stress earlier and felt like the concrete (or rather, the mud on the concrete) was a marshmallow-y pillow. Well, Kageyama was going to pick him up soon. Maybe he was being a little bit reckless and selfish, but a tiny nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

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Kageyama was utterly furious. Sure, he’d known his boyfriend was sort of a wild card– but biking to his house in the horrendous rain? Another level. They could’ve just celebrated his birthday another day, like tomorrow, when it wasn’t absolutely pouring and the roads weren’t slick with mud.

To make matters worse, when he finally reached Shoyou’s location after scouring the area for about twenty minutes, the gremlin was dead asleep! Asleep! How someone could fall asleep with this much noise and rain and just overall discomfort was insane to him. As much as Kageyama wanted to leave Shoyou there and face the consequences of his actions, he decided to be a good boyfriend and not let him catch a fever. Seriously, this birthday gift better be amazing to make up for this whole ordeal.

So, out of genuine care and severe curiosity of what Shoyou got him, Kageyama hoisted him up onto his back. Why was he so much heavier than he looked? Kageyama supposed he’d probably developed some muscle from the amount of practice he did for volleyball, but still– how could someone who was only 5’4 create such a burden on his shoulders?

Whatever. What mattered now was that Kageyama managed to get himself and Shoyou back to his house, safe and hopefully without getting a fever. A completely easy and not at all strenuous task. Yep.

Shit, Kageyama almost forgot about Shoyou’s bike. Should he just leave it here, or take it with him? Okay, no, he couldn’t just leave it here– Shoyou would 100% kill him if he did that.

In the end, Kageyama hopped on Shoyou’s bike with Shoyou simultaneously on his back, and began peddling as fast as he could towards his house. If they made it back without getting sick, he’d thanks the heavens above.

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They’d somehow made it back, with Shoyou still dead asleep. Kageyama sighed, gently laying him down onto his bed so he didn’t wake up. Honestly, why didn’t Kageyama wake him up in the first place? Probably would’ve made his job easier. Nonetheless, he did actually care about his boyfriend (even if he tried to hide it).

Kageyama searched through Shoyou’s bag, looking for the birthday present he’d gotten him. He found a small book encased in orange with black polka dot gift wrapping paper. Their hair colors, really? How stupid could this idiot get? The gift wrapping was definitely, definitely not endearing. Definitely not.

Kageyama supposed Shoyou wouldn’t mind too much if he unwrapped the gift without Shoyou seeing his reaction. He carefully pulled the book-shaped thing out of the packaging– the book was labeled: ‘Volleyball!’ in very animated bubble stickers and even more animated volleyball stickers around the title. Well, at least Kageyama could tell it was personalized.

Kageyama flipped through the pages, looking through the many, many photos of volleyballs and their team practices– and general moments of him and Shoyou together. Jesus, how did Shoyou manage to have so many freaking pictures? Kageyama sweared there was something wrong with this dumbass and he had a camera secreltly ingrained into his eyes.

Kageyama continued looking through the scrapbook, taking note of the many stickers Shoyou decided to completely assault each page with. It wasn’t a completely horrible gift, per se, but–

Fuck. Fuck. Kageyama absolutely completely loved the gift, he couldn’t even lie to himself. Especially the last two pages, of them together and date ideas? Perfection. The only thing horrible about the gift was the fact he had no idea how to upstage it for Shoyou’s birthday. This was an absolute disaster. What could be a more personalized gift than a personalized scrapbook, with all your memories basically compiled into one tangible thing? It wasn’t as if he could buy Shoyou a helicopter and plaster it with volleyballs in time for his birthday.

When he got older and made enough money though, that would definitely be a realistic birthday present.

Kageyama put the scrapbook on his desk, staring at the last two pages for about ten minutes before pulling away. (His eyes definitely did not well up with tears because this was the best birthday present anyone has ever gotten him, nope).

Kageyama did however, take out a piece of paper and immediately start scribbling down birthday gift ideas for Shoyou’s next birthday. Volleyball shoes, jerseys, custom volleyball, volleyball themed water bottle– none of them were up to par. Scratch the thought of Kageyama not being able to afford a helicopter by Shoyou’s birthday, he’d figure out a way to make it possible.

“...Tobio? What are you doing?” Shoyou groggily sat up, throwing the covers off the bed.

“Uh. Opening the gift?” “Kageyama pulled away from his desk, responding hesitantly. Shoyou was probably the type to want to see a reaction from someone when he gifted them something, but hopefully his boyfriend wouldn’t be too mad.

Shoyou groaned, leaning back. “Come on, at least wake me up before you open it! I wanted to see your reaction!”

Yep, Kageyama was spot on.

“I was curious,” Kageyama stared back down at the scrapbook.

Shoyou huffed, getting off the bed to peer over Kageyama’s shoulder. “Well, did you like it?”

“...Maybe,” Kageyama folded his hands together as he avoided Shoyou’s gaze.

His boyfriend’s face broke into a wide grin– Kageyama knew, as always, Shoyou could always read him. “You loved it.”

“I’m gonna come up with a better birthday gift in June,” Kageyama responded, his face completely filled with determination.

Yeah. Come Shoyou’s birthday, Kageyama would definitely beat him.

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Ten years.

CH. 4

“Kurapika! Kurapika!” Gon excitedly wrapped his arms around Kurapika, in awe of their reunion.

“Gon? Is that you?”

“Mhm! Woah, It’s like I haven’t seen you in… ages. How long has it been? You look so different!”

Kurapika smiled, which Leorio would take as a win.

“Around ten years. I’m glad to see you again.”

“Me too! Killua’s happy too, though he couldn’t make it ‘cause he was gonna spend time with Alluka.”

“Alluka? Who’s that?”

“Oh right, I forgot you don’t know about well… everything. Uh, Alluka is Killua’s sister. She’s really cool, she’d probably love to play with you!”

“…I see. Maybe one day.”

Leorio coughed. “So, um, Kurapika, just to confirm— how long are you staying in Yorknew again?”

“One week, most likely. I still have business to attend to.”

Leorio wanted to get on his

knees and beg Kurapika to stay, because after ten damn years, why was he leaving so suddenly? Didn’t he want to spend time with his friends?

Instead, he went into his kitchen and started to prepare a meal. He remembered Kurapika mentioning his favorite being some type of Kurta stew, but since he had no idea how to make that, he settled on a simple curry udon for dinner.

“Y’know, you could stay longer.”

“I really can’t.”

“And why not?”

“I told you, I have business to attend to. My work isn’t going to wait around for my leisurely activities.”

“That’s stupid! You’ve done a lot for them, haven’t you? They should be giving you a long ass break, hell, they should let you retire and still pay you for the rest of your life for all that shit you did!

“As nice as that sounds, I cannot quit yet. I’m close, but I haven’t achieved my goal yet.” 

“Seriously? Here we go again, about your obsession with that goal. Why is there no end? You’re putting yourself in way too much danger, Kurapika!”

Leorio broke up the curry roux, stirring slowly. He hoped Kurapika would like it. 

“After everything that’s happened you should at least stay in Yorknew for about a year. A week is way too short.”

“I told you, I can’t.”

“Is your ‘business’ really the reason?”

“Yes. I need this job.” Kurapika lied through his teeth, knowing he could never say the real reason. Of how he couldn’t hurt his friends more. Of how he was so undeserving of them. Of how they were too good to him, for everything he has done. 

Especially Leorio. For God’s sake, Leorio was cooking dinner for him right now. Kurapika’s stomach growled, and he realized he really hadn’t eaten much today.

If Leorio knew the things he’d done, he’d never forgive him.

Kurapika still wanted his forgiveness, though. 

Leorio huffed. Guess Kurapika’s stubbornness hadn’t changed since the first day they meant.

“Uh-huh, sure. If you don’t wanna tell me then don’t.”

Kurapika felt an ounce of guilt for lying, but he knew this was for the best. It was. It was for the best. His friends needed someone actually appreciative of them.

Gon stood silently in the corner during Kurapika and Leorio’ entire altercation, the realization now hitting that Kurapika would only stay one week. After ten years apart, why would he only be staying one week? That didn’t make sense, did it?

Kurapika did say he had work, but what type of job would make Kurapika work so hard with such little recreation?

“Kurapika, you’re a bodyguard, right?”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t there more bodyguards than you? Why can’t they work while you take time off?”

“While it may be true there are other bodyguards, I am by far the strongest and most capable to protect my client.”

Gon really wished Kurapika wasn’t that strong at that moment.

Leorio did too.

“But you can’t just stay for a week! We haven’t seen you in ages! We need to hang-out, talk, catch-up…”

Leorio was then hit with the actualization that Kurapika was really gone for ten years. Sure, he knew that in the back of his mind, but it never occurred to him how long ten years really was. Ten years. That was 3,652 days apart. 87,648 hours.

Did Leorio really survive that long without him?

Every desperate phone call, every text, every voicemail.

Besides the simple read icon beneath his blue messages, Leorio wouldn’t have even known Kurapika was alive.

When he first saw Kurapika again, he knew he wouldn’t let him die.

Kurapika’s eyes softened and he looked down at Gon, gently patting his head. “We will spend time together. But I really do have to leave after a week.”

Leorio placed the Udon curry on the dinner table, while it was still nice and hot. He really hoped it tasted good. He set up the area, spoons next to each bowl.

Maybe, just maybe if he cooked amazing, delicious food, Kurapika would be willing to stay.

He knew it was a long shot, but stil.

Kurapika sat down and said his grace, his face lighting up a bit when he tasted the food.

Leorio felt a grin spread through his face. “Is it good?”

“Yeah… It’s really good. It reminds me of the food my mom used to make when I was young.”

Another win, Leorio thought. He’d make that curry every day, just so he could see Kurapika’s face have that small expression of happiness on it again.

Kurapika continued eating while Gon sat down too, gobbling down the food at almost record speed.

“Gon! Slow down, you’ll choke!”

Gon stuck out his tongue. “You’re not aunt Mito, don’t tell me what to do!”

Gon paused for a small amount of time.

“Kurapika?”

“Yes?”

“After you leave for work, when will we see you again? Months, years? Please don’t say it’s another ten years though, that’s way too long to spend away from friends.”

Kurapika finished the last of his food, slurping down the noodles and drinking a cold glass of water Leorio had prepared for him.

When would he come back?

Would he come back?

Kurapika mulled it over. 

“I don’t know.”

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In all the ways we've lived

“Just pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building.”

Yeah right. Kacchan would’ve instigated a suicide then, and how well would that work out for him? Not well at all. He wouldn’t get into UA, wouldn’t be a hero. Izuku was doing him a favor.

Gross. His notebook was all wet and slimy now. Who did Kacchan think he was, huh? Yeah, maybe he may have been the most amazing, talented person Izuku had ever seen, but he didn’t have the right to treat Izuku like that! How would he even be a hero if he bullied others? All Might would never bully anyone.

Izuku sighed, continuing on his walk home. He stopped for a moment, to sit down on a bench and dry out his notebook. But as he sat, he felt something wrap around him. And then— he felt it— slippery sludge forcing itself into his mouth, covering his body. Oh God, he was going to die. He’s was going to die, and he hasn’t proved himself yet. 

“I am here!” A very familiar voice boomed, and as the villain was pulled away from him, the relief that flooded through Izuku was immeasurable.

All Might punched the villain a few times until it was just small sludge, and he squeezed it into a Coca-Cola bottle. 

“You alright kiddo?”

Holy shit.

All Might was standing in front of him.

His hero was right in front of him, in real time.

“I— I’m okay! Thank you for saving me, All Might!”

All Might grinned, and Izuku thought he might actually faint from seeing his idol in real life.

“Well, I’ve got to get going now. Stay safe kid! Plus Ultra!”

Izuku latched onto All Might’s leg as he took off. He had to ask this question, he needed to be sure.

“Wait! I need to ask you something.”

“What the… Hey! Let go!”

“If I let go I’ll die!”

“Right… Just close your mouth.”

All Might landed safely on the roof, successfully shaking Izuku off.

“Alright, you can ask, as long as it’s quick. I don’t have unlimited time!”

“Right! Um…”

Izuku took a deep breath.

“Even if I don’t have a quirk… Is it possible for me to become a hero like you?”

All Might contemplated for a little bit.

“Look kid, being a hero isn’t all flashy stuff. If you don’t have a quirk, it’s dangerous. Even some people with quirks can’t be heroes, because they don’t have the physical or mental strength. It’s good to follow your dreams, but make sure they’re achievable.”

Izuku knew what All Might was saying. 

He didn’t want to accept it, though.

‘Take a swan dive off the roof of the building.’

Why couldn’t he just be born with a quirk? Why were people like Kacchan so blessed?

All Might had already left, and Izuku wanted to cry.

Yeah, he’d met his hero. It was fun, until he realized he truly could never achieve his dream.

Izuku resumed his walk home, but he guessed his subconscious somehow brought him back to another villain attack.

Geez, he really was pathetic, wasn’t he?

He sighed, deciding to sit on one of the crowded benches to quickly assess how damaged his notebook was. It was wet, that was for sure. Some of his sketches were ruined too.

Why did Izuku hear something eerily similar to Kacchan’s explosions? 

He decided to stand up and jog to the front a bit, attempting to get a glimpse of the villain.

No way.

It was the same villain that attacked Izuku earlier, but how was that possible? That couldn’t be possible, right? All Might had caught him, in that bottle.

Wait. 

Oh God, he made All Might drop the stupid bottle, didn’t he?

Izuku tiptoed again, aiming his eyes towards the figure in the villain’s hold.

That was blond hair.

Those were Kacchan’s explosions.

And suddenly, Izuku’s body moved by itself, and he couldn’t stop moving as he threw his backpack at the villain, digging through its liquid body to try and get Kacchan out.

Izuku heard the other pros telling him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He would save his… friend? Bully? He’d save them.

And then, Izuku felt a large burst of firepower behind him.

Endeavor.

Thank god, a real hero was here. He was so glad. Kacchan would be safe.

“Get out of the way. I will take care of this.” Endeavor spoke, tossing Izuku to the other pros while his fire neutralized the villain in a matter of minutes.

Even if All Might was the coolest, Izuku could still admit that the number two hero was definitely amazing.

“Izuku, you bastard! I didn’t need your damn help, so don’t come offering it again!”

Izuku sighed. Typical Kacchan, even though his eyes had been begging for help, he’d still deny it.

Izuku looked at the scattered pieces of the sludge. At least he’d tried to do something. Guess it was time for him to go home and accept that his dream really couldn’t come true.

As Izuku stepped into his warm, comforting home, he saw his mom cooking, and he wanted to start bawling. Back then, all he’d wanted his mom was to believe he could be a hero. But if even All Might believed he couldn’t, there was no point in blaming her too.

He said grace, ate his food, answered his mom’s questions about his day, and then went to his All Might merch surrounded room.

Figures, plushies, toys, posters…

Izuku sighed and turned off the lights, hoping he wouldn’t be constantly reminded of his inability to achieve his dream.

——

“Don’t for a second believe you’ll get into UA, ya’ damn nerd. They only accept the best of the best. You’re worse than the worst of the worst.” Kacchan spat out, his hateful behavior ever-so evident.

Did Kacchan really need to remind him of that every single day? Was it that important to him that Izuku felt weak, that he had no friends, that he already felt like the worst? Was that funny to Kacchan. He couldn’t understand why he had the constant need to put him down, why he was angry about him being quirkless when it wasn’t even his problem. 

“I can still try, though! UA doesn’t require students to have quirks anymore, they got rid of that rule. I could be the first quirk-less person to get in.”

“Yeah, right. You’re not that talented, Deku. Keep dreaming.”

——

Kacchan had actually exploded his notebook this time. Why was he so mean? How could someone like him be a hero? Izuku knew he’d get into UA, but the fact his bully would become

a great hero and he’d have to watch from the sidelines hurt so badly he couldn’t take it.

Groaning, Izuku shoved his torn up notebook into his backpack, slinging it over his shoulders as he prepared to walk home.

‘Did you hear? Midoriya’s gonna apply to UA.’

‘The quirkless one?’

‘He’ll never make it.’

No, he shouldn’t listen to them. He’d prove them all wrong. He’d get into UA, with Kacchan, and he would be a hero. Maybe not as strong of a hero as the others that got into UA, but he could still pass the entrance exam. He could clutch in the test, and maybe if he was able to obtain a high enough score there, the physical exam wouldn’t even matter.

——

The written test was easy enough, but it was time for the physical exam now.

“Guess they’re splitting people up based on if you know them or not. You got lucky this time, damn nerd. Too bad I couldn’t crush you.”

Izuku mentally breathed in relief.

When he arrived at his exam site, in all honesty, Izuku was terrified. His opponents all looked so strong, and, well, Izuku wasn’t. Plus, those robots were huge. How was he supposed to take them down?

One by one, the talented people in his group took down the robots. If he kept wasting time like this, there wouldn’t be any left to defeat.

“Help!” A feminine voice shouted, one that Izuku recognized.

That was the nice girl from earlier. Even if he had no quirk, he still had to save her.

Izuku’s body moved on its own, and she shoved the girl out of the falling robot's way— which, however, caused the robot to land on himself.  

Ow. That hurt like hell. And time was up, too. Izuku didn’t make it. He had no points. And he thought all of his bones might be broken too. 

——

“Yes, he did rescue someone, but look. Her leg is trapped between the robot debris. And the kid who saved her is horribly injured. Someone that weak can’t be a hero, no matter their skill. Accepting them into UA is suicide.”

“I agree, Nezu. It’s best to let him find a more suitable career path.”

——

Izuku was still glad he had saved that girl, even if he had no points.

“Izuku, honey! I got your UA letter! Do you want to open it now?” His mom strolled over to him, carefully handing him the letter. “Oh baby, no matter what the result is, just know that I am so proud of you.”

Izuku nodded and gave a weak smile, ripping the letter open. He already knew the result.

Yep.

Dear Midoriya, thank you for participating! Unfortunately, your skills were not sufficient enough to enter UA. Don’t worry, there are plenty other career paths to take that work just like how heroes do. Become a psychologist, a police officer, etc. Best of luck on your future endeavors!

Inko’s eyes softened, and she brought a plate of fruit to Izuku’s table. “Oh, Izuku… I’m so sorry. I know you were so hopeful of getting in. I’ll give you some alone time, okay?”

Izuku heard the door gently clicking shut, and he started to bawl his eyes out. Why couldn’t people understand he didn’t want a career path like a hero? He wanted to be a hero. Why did jerks like Kacchan get everything they wanted in life, when Izuku, who had tried to never hurt anyone, had no possible way of achieving his dream?

Izuku fell asleep teary-eyed, the rejection letter clutched to his chest.

——

It was wrong of Kacchan to rub salt in an open wound.

“Yeah, ‘course I got in. I’m amazing. And I told you, you wouldn’t make it in Deku. You’re just not good enough.”

Tears filled Izuku’s eyes. He didn’t think he could take much more of Kacchan’s slander.

“Look, the little baby’s crying now. Bet he’s embarrassed as hell, a quirkless dumbass trying for UA and not getting in. I mean, what’d he expect.” Kacchan’s minion taunted, sneering down at Izuku as if he was so much higher and mighty.

Izuku really wanted to deck him, but he didn’t feel like getting a beating today. Instead, he went to the rooftop, eating his lunch alone. Maybe life would be better if Izuku actually had friends, but life really seemed to hate him these days.

——

The school day had been dragging on for way, way too long. The bell finally rung, and Izuku was insanely grateful to finally get away from the hell-hole that was his class.

He looked at his notebook, Hero Analysis 101.

There was no point in keeping that anymore, so Izuku swift tossed it in the trash. He slung his backpack over his shoulders, already nostalgic about the missing weight.

He began to strode home, praying he wouldn’t see Kacchan or any of his minions. There were probably heroes fighting somewhere, but Izuku couldn’t find the point in going to see them anymore. 

As Izuku turned on a corner to his house, he smelled a faint scent of something burning. 

When he finally got there, he almost collapsed out of fear and shock.

His house was on fire.

And his mom was inside. 

In any other situation, he would’ve rushed straight inside to rescue his mom. But he couldn’t even get close. There seemed to be some sort of protective shield against his house, one he couldn’t get past. He rapidly took out his phone, dialing the police and explaining the situation as he tried not to cry.

He just needed his mom to be safe.

The police said they were on the way, but a majority of the heroes were currently busy with another large-scale villain attack, so Izuku would have to wait.

Wait? He’d have to wait, while his mom could potentially be burning alive.

Izuku might not be religious, but at that moment, he prayed to every god above that his mom would be okay.

Thirty minutes had passed, and not a single hero had shown up as Izuku bawled against the sidewalk. A few of his neighbors came to Izuku’s side, trying to comfort and reassure him, but nothing was working. 

An hour passed, and finally, two heroes showed up. Backdraft and Death Arms. Death Arms broke through the shield, and Izuku instinctively aimed to get in his home with Backdraft, but his neighbors held him back.

Backdraft got rid of the fire at an impressive speed, and carried out his mom, who was….

No. No. No.

Why was his mom covered in burns?

Why wasn’t his mom’s chest moving?

Backdraft performed CPR, but still, nothing changed.

More tears streamed down Izuku’s face.

“I’m so sorry. There’s nothing we can do. I’ll take her to the hospital, but her heart has stopped.”

Izuku put a hand over his mouth to muffle his scream.

How could this happen? How could the world do something so cruel to his amazing, sweet, kind mom? Why was this happening?

“D-D-Did you catch the p-people who did it?” Izuku managed to stutter out, trying not to faint and die.

“No, unfortunately. They left before we got here.”

Izuku hear an ambulance’s sirens, and he made the assumption one of the heroes had called it.

“We’re taking your mom to the hospital now. If you want to come along, you can.”

Izuku nodded, but made no effort to move. He couldn’t. 

The two heroes gave him a pitying look, and Izuku wanted to scream at them for not arriving sooner.

The next day, he was told his mom was dead. Auntie Mitsuki offered him a place to stay, and because he had no desire to be spending time at an orphanage, he accepted.

He avoided Kacchan entirely, though. He couldn’t bear to see the looks on his face.

Mitsuki had told him not to go to school, to rest, but Izuku went anyway. Because he knew his mom wanted him to have a good education.

When he stepped into the school though, he wished he’d stayed home. He heard bits and pieces of gossip around him, the pitying whispering of students. He wanted to get out, but he forced himself to stay.

Kacchan left him alone for the entire day, but the same could not be said about his dumb, stupid minions.

“Hey Midoriya, I heard your mom got KO’d. Must suck, huh? Bet she set the house on fire herself so she wouldn’t have to deal with her pathetic son.” 

Katsuki glared at his friend, silently telling him to shut the fuck up, but Izuku had already reacted— his fist connecting with the minion’s face as he punched as hard as he could.

“You broke my fucking nose!”

Izuku felt such an insane amount of pride in being able to stand up for himself, he almost wanted to punch him again.

“Oh. Oops.”

“Oops?”

“Oops.”

Izuku covered his grin. He hoped his mom would be happy for standing up for himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kacchan hiding a small laugh too.

——

After potentially the longest day ever, Izuku arrived home. Until he saw the destruction of it, and realized he didn’t have his own home anymore. He was staying with auntie Mitsuki.

Izuku went over the caution tape, looking over the debris. Every single one of his belongings were smashed or burned. 

Izuku saw his mom’s favorite CD almost burned to a crisp.

And suddenly, all the built up anger in Izuku started to overflow, until he couldn’t take it.

His mom was dead.

His house was gone.

If the heroes hadn’t been so damn lazy, they might have been able to save his mom. Not Death Arms and Backdraft, but the heroes Izuku knew weren’t participating in the other villain attack.

The people who did this hadn’t even been caught.

Izuku decided that right then and there, he hated heroes.

He hated villains too, and he’d find the ones that did this to his mom, to his livelihood.

If he had to become a villain to do it, then he would. 

After all, if a horrible person like Kacchan could be a hero, then a nice person like Izuku could be a villain.

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angst 🔛🔝

Not trying to be a piece of shit but imagine Leorio waking up in the middle of the night, breaking in cold sweat because he had dreamt of his childhood friend but this time he saw him with Kurapika. Kurapika who was smiling softly at him, mouthing the words ‘thank you’ and slowly turning his back to Leorio, and Leorio running to him yet at each step he took, the distance between them only seemed to widen until Kurapika entirely disappeared, leaving Leorio alone with his childhood friend. And then but guy told him ‘You couldn’t save me, Leorio. What made you think you can save him?’ and Leorio knows that his friend will never tell him this but the realization hit him that once again, at any moment, he might lose someone. Again.

And that can’t be. Because he was just a kid, then. He was just a powerless kid when his friend needed him. (That’s what he tells himself, but everyday he can’t help but blame himself because I could have done something. It was a curable disease I could have done something.) But now he’s older. Older with more experience with more money and with more power. He can’t let him die.

When he woke up the first thing he did is to get his phone and dial Kurapika’s number, pacing around the room each second that Kurapika didn’t answer because what if he’s too late, then heaving a sigh of relief once Kurapika picked it up because he’s alive, he’s still alive. But what about tomorrow? The next day? The next?

And this thought is nagging on him.every.single.day.

Have a good day.

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boyfriend/crush/ex-- ch 3

As Kurapika walked down the hospital halls searching for where to get breakfast, he spotted Leorio in the corner of his eye. It seemed he was talking to someone, maybe a boss of his? Kurapika stood awkwardly, waiting for Leorio to finish speaking. 

“Leorio?”

“Kurapika! Feeling better already, huh? 

“Yes, I am. Thank you for taking care of me.” Leorio grinned, scratching his neck, “Really, it’s no big deal. Besides, it’s my job.” 

“Still, thank you.” “Alright, alright, you’re welcome.” “Also, where is breakfast? I haven’t been able to find it yet.” 

“Turn left, two doors down.”

Kurapika nodded, hurriedly moving towards the area, his shoes leaving a slight squeak as he walked. 

As Kurapika stepped into the cafeteria-esque place, not fully a cafeteria, he grabbed a bowl and filled it up with cereal. (Fruit loops, to be specific.) 

Once sat, everything started rushing back in. How would he finish off the Phantom Troupe? Vengeance, whether you like it or not, will fill you up with a thirst so strong you’re unable to quench it until it has been completed. 

Leorio. 

Fuck, Leorio was too good for him. 

Here, Kurapika was, killing innocents and Leorio was saving them. 

Yes, maybe he still harbored some sort of attraction toward the other, but it wouldn’t work. It wasn’t possible. They were polar opposites, Kurapika everything dark while Leorio was light. 

He’d have to distance himself once again.

Ten years, after ten years, they’d reunited. And Kurapika, like the damn asshole he was, would leave, without saying goodbye. Just like he did in the past.

It was for the better for Leorio to forget of him.

The chatter in the cafeteria faded out, Kurapika trying to figure out how he wasn’t going to be an emotional-disaster by the time he needed to go. 

Alright, one week. One week with Leorio, and that’s all he’d do. He’d spend one week with Leorio, and then it would be over.

Over, huh? 

Well, it was for the greater good anyways. As he said, he wouldn’t let another innocent get hurt by his hands. 

***

“I’m ready to be discharged.” 

“Kurapika, you cannot be serious. You can’t just discharge yourself, idiot!” Leorio chided, flicking Kurapika on the forehead. 

“Ow.” 

“There is no way that hurt.” 

“You’re right. But, then, when can I be discharged?”

“If I could make you stay in this hospital forever, I would. But I’d say, two days more, alright?” 

“Fine.” 

Damnit, why was Kurapika acting so weird? He could easily just leave if he wanted to, it’s not like Leorio could stop him. He appreciated Kurapika actually listening to him for once, but he was always so stubborn about getting his way, this whole situation slightly shocked Leorio. 

“Oh, hey, Kurapika?” 

“Hm?” 

“How long are you gonna stay in Yorknew? And, um, if you’re staying longer than just your hospital stay, would you like to uh, room with me?” Leorio stumbled over his words, scratching his neck. 

“In your apartment?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I’m staying for a week.” Kurapika replied, his expression as calm as ever. 

A week? It’s longer than Leorio expected, but still, too short. 

“So is that a yes or no?” 

“Huh? Oh, um, yes. I’ll room with you.” 

Fuck yeah. Maybe, just maybe, he could convince Kurapika to stay longer. And to take care of himself just a bit more. 

And of course, just as Leorio mentally celebrated this achievement, a whole barrage of emotions hit him. Wow, Kurapika was an asshole. Remind him why he was even inviting him to room in his apartment for about a week? 

“Kurapika?” 

“What, Leorio?” 

“You’re an asshole.”

“...I know.” 

“At least we agree on something, I guess,” Leorio sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“You left for ten years, and really, never kept in contact once?” 

“It was dangerous.” 

“Dangerous my ass! Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? How insanely insane I went trying to reach you? I thought you were dead!” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“You dumbass, sorry doesn’t make up for that,” Leorio pointed a finger at Kurapika’s chest, admonishing him for his behavior. “To make up for that, you have to spend at least a year taking care of yourself!” 

“Hey, Leorio?” 

“Did you not hear me? I said–” 

“I heard you. I wanted to ask you something.” 

“Oh. Well, go ahead.” 

“How has. . . everyone been, these past few years? I just want to know, are they okay?” 

Leorio’s eyes softened, and he began to speak, a gentler tone evident in his voice. “A few is a bit of an understatement. But everyone’s fine. Gon, Killua, they’re all okay. They’re not dead, if that’s what you thought.” 

“Okay. Okay, that’s good.” 

Sighing softly, Leorio ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. Seriously, what was he supposed to do? His maybe boyfriend, maybe ex, had just shown up, and he was still as hopelessly in love as he was before. Yep, he was whipped. 

“Also, I do want to make it up to you, Leorio. I really do apologize. I know I shouldn’t have left without a word.” 

“Like I said, I want you to take care of yourself. Or just– take a break, okay? From everything.” 

“I’ll take a break.” 

***

“You getting settled okay?” Leorio checked, stirring the batter as he made pancakes. He wondered if Kurapika still liked them as much as he did back then. 

“Mhm.” 

So dry. Leorio supposed he couldn’t exactly complain. It had been ten years, it wouldn’t be the same as before. But he wished, so badly, it would. 

He wanted to know what Kurapika had been, what he’d done, if he’d completed his goal. But it was almost impossible to figure out what the mysterious blond man behind him was thinking. 

“Here ya’ go, fresh pancakes.” 

“Thank you, Leorio. They smell good.” 

Leorio smiled, “Well, let’s pray they taste good too.”

“They always do.” 

***

Two days in, and Leorio had no clue how to convince Kurapika to stay longer. Force? Um, yeah, definitely not. He’d end up dead. And how could he convince Kurapika to tell him why he left, what he’d been doing all this time? 

Sighing, Leorio leaned against the chair. Here he was, supposed to be ‘working’, and Kurapika had taken over this aspect of his life as well. Might as well find a way go talk to him.

“Hey, Kurapika!” He called out, stepping into the guest bedroom. “Uh, want coffee?” 

“Sure. Thank you.” 

“Alright,” Leorio affirmed, heading towards the kitchen and starting up a pot of coffee. Why was it so hard to talk to him? It should be natural. Maybe bringing Gon would help him? Wait, shit, Gon and Killua didn’t even know Kurapika was back. He’s not exactly sure if Kurapika would appreciate more people being aware of his return, but he didn’t exactly appreciate Kurapika leaving for ten years so there’s that. 

Okay, yeah. He’d bring Gon, and maybe Gon could convince Kurapika to stay. Just a little longer, at least. 

(i dont feel like linking my ao3 anymore, if u want it just search it up since its the same as my tumblr. erm, my bad for not uploading for so long...😁👍)

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will solace maybe

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team bonding

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kurapika wip while i so gracefully procrastinate writing 😇😇 i’ll finish next ch soon trust

(idk what happened to the arms either)

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Chapter 2: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Summary:

“Alright, good. You missed breakfast yesterday, and I assumed you didn’t feel very hungry, so I didn’t remind you about dinner and lunch.” Leorio explained. “Breakfast is six AM through nine AM, lunch is twelve PM through three PM, and dinner is six PM through nine PM.” “Okay, but why did you say ‘dinner and lunch’? Shouldn’t you say, ‘lunch and dinner?’” “...Seriously? I give you that whole damn schedule, and you comment on the order of my wording?” “Well, your wording didn’t make any sense. You talked about breakfast, then you said dinner and lunch. It would make much more sense if you said breakfast, then lunch and dinner, since that’s the correct order.” “Stop being so nitpicky!”

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

What . . . 

Kurapika searched around the unfamiliar place, trying to find a hint of resemblance to an area he might know. 

Nothing. He sighed, wondering where he was. 

He looked down at himself, and saw the fake white blanket covering his body. And all of a sudden, everything came back.

“Your goddamn recklessness. Your recklessness, your rage, your thirst for vengeance will kill us all one day. I’m being merciful to you. Death is too easy for you, Kurapika.” 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry will not bring her back! Your drive for revenge will destroy everything around you if you continue to live. You deserve to rot in hell. Until your skin burns off, until you are nothing but bones.” The man looked straight into Kurapika’s soul, cold fury displayed clearly in his eyes. 

“I didn’t intend to harm anyone in my path for revenge. But I have, and that is unforgivable. You will be doing me a favor.” 

“At least we agree on something,” The man snarled, pointing the gun at Kurapika’s heart. 

A hand rested on Kurapika’s, soft and gentle. He must have been dreaming that flashback. 

Hang on. 

He recognized that face. 

“Oh, you’re awake? I didn’t think you’d be up until way later. Well, um, this isn’t exactly how I expected us to meet each other again.” 

“Leorio? Is that really you?” 

“The same as ever,” Leorio grinned. 

“It’s been forever. I agree, this was very unpredictable. So, you’re a doctor now? Congrats, Leorio. That’s impressive.” Kurapika smiled, squeezing Leorio’s hand back. 

“Yep! Pretty amazing, am I right? But, seriously Kura, how’d you get so injured?” 

Kurapika’s face slightly darkened, his eyes shifting away, “Oh, well . . . it’s a bit of a long story. I’d rather not talk about it right now.” 

Leorio nodded, his eyes softening, “I understand. Well, you took a pretty nasty hit. You’re gonna be in the hospital for a couple of days.” “Alright. I understand.”

“You should rest. Press the call button if you need anything, kay?”

“Mhm.” 

Leorio stepped out the door, a pang of concern hitting him. Seriously, how did Kurapika get so badly injured? Long story? Yeah, right. He probably just didn’t want to open up, pushing everyone away again, like usual. 

Whatever. It’s not like he cared anyways. Kurapika could distance himself as much as he wanted, it was his choice. He wouldn’t get attached again, not to him. 

Leorio changed out of his hospital scrubs, finally ready to head home. 

Work was always exhausting, but seeing Kurapika again after ten damn years made him feel even more tired than usual. He wanted to go back to his hospital room, hug him, kiss him, and he hated himself for it. 

***

Worn out, Leorio collapsed onto his bed almost immediately. He took out his phone, scrolling through old text messages. 

If he texted Kurapika right now, would he answer? 

Probably not. He couldn’t bother to answer phone calls, why would he answer texts? The few texts he did respond to were all about potential threats. 

But, Leorio supposed, it wouldn’t hurt to try. 

Leorio: hey, how r u feeling? Is the hospital treating you well? 

*seen* 

Well, he read it. That was definitely a start. 

Kurapika<3: I’m fine. The hospital lights give me a headache. 

Leorio: understandable. I’ll be back to check in on u tmr

Kurapika<3: Thank you, Leorio. 

Leorio: np

Of everything Leorio expected to actually happen, Kurapika texting back was definitely not one of them. Maybe, just maybe, Kurapika would actually stop distancing himself from everyone. Maybe, Leorio could convince him to heal. 

*** “Hey, Kurapika! How are you feeling? Any better?”

“The painkillers helped.”

“Alright, good. You missed breakfast yesterday, and I assumed you didn’t feel very hungry, so I didn’t remind you about dinner and lunch.” Leorio explained. “Breakfast is six AM through nine AM, lunch is twelve PM through three PM, and dinner is six PM through nine PM.” “Okay, but why did you say ‘dinner and lunch’? Shouldn’t you say, ‘lunch and dinner?’” 

“...Seriously? I give you that whole damn schedule, and you comment on the order of my wording?” 

“Well, your wording didn’t make any sense. You talked about breakfast, then you said dinner and lunch. It would make much more sense if you said breakfast, then lunch and dinner, since that’s the correct order.” 

“Stop being so nitpicky!” 

“I’m not wrong.” 

***

Once Leorio left, Kurapika allowed himself to laugh quietly. He was still so easy to rile up. Their bickering, it reminded him of old times. Before he became such a monster. While Leorio saved people, all Kurapika did was kill. 

No, he was getting too dark again. Leorio saves people. A doctor is a noble profession, and he truly is proud of him. 

Kurapika wanted more interactions like these, more like the old times. But he couldn’t. Whenever he was near his friends, his rage started to fade. And that was what scared him the most. His rage disappearing, and the desire for revenge along with it. It was his duty to avenge his clan. He needed to complete it. He may have allowed that man to shoot him, but since he survived it, he’d take it as a sign. His clan was telling him he needed to end the Phantom Troupe. 

And never, never again would he ever hurt a civilian. The only ones that he would harm were himself, the Phantom Troupe, and the people deserving of harm. He would never be so reckless again. 

***

Leorio was deep in thought, trying to figure out what to do with Kurapika. He knew it wasn’t his problem, that Kurapika was his own person, but nonetheless, he still cared for him. And hell, if he let Kurapika go after just meeting him again, he’d never recover. 

At least for a month, he’d make Kurapika stay in his apartment and heal– emotionally too, if he could. He couldn’t lose him again.

Wait a second, didn’t Kurapika have ‘holy chain?’ One that allows him to heal any wound? So why didn’t he. . . 

Shit. 

Was Kurapika trying to kill himself? Was that why he was so injured?

Okay, so, he was definitely forcing Kurapika to stay at his apartment for about two months. And he’d start learning psychology today.

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I'm like, new to posting on Tumblr. But can I make money from here? I kinda need that bag 🙏

Posting fanfics in reverse order who... I'm sorry if the writing rapidly deteriorates.

TW: Suicide

Summary:

No, no, no. This was not happening right now. “Tweek?” There was too much blood, too much coughing, too much everything. “Craig?” “Hold still, everything will be–” The small, raggedy breaths coming from Tweek stopped. At that moment, Craig’s heart stopped too.

No, no, no. 

This was not happening right now. 

“Tweek?” 

There was too much blood, too much coughing, too much everything. 

“Craig?” 

“Hold still, everything will be–” 

The small, raggedy breaths coming from Tweek stopped.

At that moment, Craig’s heart stopped too. 

CLICK. 

“Tweek? Clyde’s asking us to go to his birthday party. I don’t really care if we go or not, but what do you think?” 

Twitching slightly, Tweek replied, “Um . . . yeah, I think we should go. Clyde’s probably gonna kill us if we don’t.” 

“Please. His punches are like a balloon hitting you.” 

“ ACK– Balloons can be dangerous! What if they pop in your eye? We definitely have to go now!”

“Relax, Clyde’s not gonna pull any shit.” 

“If you say so.” 

The party was okay, more or less. Nothing much happened. It was boring, but not too boring.

“I hate it here. Can we leave?” Craig asked Tweek, a deadpan expression on his face. 

“I don’t want Clyde throwing balloon punches at us!” 

“Jesus, fine. We’ll stay 10 minutes more max.” 

“...Fine.” 

Clyde walked over towards the couple, startling Tweek.

“Hey Craig! Oh, hey Tweek. I didn’t really think parties were your thing, but cool to see you!” 

Craig stared at him, “What do you want?” 

“Aw come on, be nice to the birthday boy. Anyways, have you guys seen Bebe?” 

“No, and she’s not interested in you. And we have to go now, right babe?” 

“Gah– oh, um, yeah. We have to go.” “Seriously? But you just got here!” 

“Too bad, so sad,” Craig responded, turning away with Tweek’s hand in his. 

“Fuck you guys!” 

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you too.” 

As Craig got into the car, Tweek’s head filled with anxieties. What if Clyde hated them and decided to attack them? Or something worse? What if he did something so terrible, they would never recover? Or broke them up?

“Dude. I can see you shaking, calm down. Clyde can’t attack us, he literally doesn’t have the strength to. Plus, if he does, we’ll just beat him up.” 

“That’s not the point!” 

“Then what is the point?” 

“He could still want to attack us! Or hate us, or try to break us up!” 

Craig sighed, “He’s not going to do those things.” 

“Stop using logic against me!” 

“Right. Fine. How does this situation make you feel?” 

“Um, scared. And anxious, and terrified.” 

“And why do you feel those things?” 

“Clyde will hate us! And then, he’ll want to get revenge or something, and then my life will be ruined—” 

Craig pulled Tweek into a hug, wrapping his arms around him and gently stroking his hair. 

“Alright. Do you have it out of your system now?” 

“Yeah . . . I think so. Thanks, Craig.” “You’re welcome.” 

As Craig finally started the car and drove home, Tweek started to calm down, his mind quieting. Yeah, Clyde probably wouldn’t do anything like that. 

Back at Craig’s house, on Craig’s bed, Tweek decided to take out his phone and find something to do. A notification from the news app popped up, saying:

TWEEK BROS: METH DETECTED IN THEIR COFFEE? 

What. 

“Craig?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Can you come over here?” 

Craig walked over to Tweek, peering over his shoulder to lake at his phone. 

No. There was no way. 

A moment of disbelief flashed through Craig’s eyes, “I can’t believe it. There’s genuinely no way.” 

“How many cups of that shit do you drink per day, Tweek?” 

Tweek was still frozen in shock, trembling softly. Had his own parents been drugging him since he was 6? Is that why he had all these tics? Was he a meth head? Did he never really have ADD? 

Tears started rolling down his face. 

“Hey, hey, shh . . . We’re gonna figure this out, okay? We’re gonna get you clean and off meth.” 

“There’s no fucking way, man. My parents have been drugging me my entire life!” 

“Your parents are assholes.”

“You’re telling me.” 

“I’ll make you coffee, you’ll drink that instead okay? I’m not letting you have anymore meth.” 

“Okay,” Tweek said, his expression a mix of numbness and horror. 

CLICK. 

Weeks passed, and nothing Craig tried was working. He didn’t know how to actually ween a person off meth, that was something doctors were supposed to do, right? 

Fuck. 

He had to do it for Tweek, though. He was not going to see another minute of his boyfriend crying because he was a drug addict. 

“It’s not working, Craig,” Tweek mumbled softly. 

“It will.” 

“No, it won’t. Just give up already.” 

“Okay, stop your negative shit, we’e getting through this. Alright? I’m not letting you giving up on yourself.” 

“Craig.”

“I’m not giving up on you!” 

Tweek shook, and his body started to rack with small sobs. Craig moved closer, wrapping his arms around him and tucking Tweek’s head under his neck, “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” 

CLICK. 

Where was he? Craig had been calling Tweek for the past hour, and he still wasn’t picking up. They were supposed to hang out today. 

Craig started to get a really, really bad feeling. 

“Come on Tweek, pick up . . .” 

Fuck it, he was going to Tweek’s house. 

Walking through the neighborhood, he finally arrived at Tweek’s house. As he knocked on the door, Mr. and Mrs. Tweek opened the door. It took every bone in Craig’s body to stop himself from beating both of them up for what they’d done to his boyfriend. 

“Can I see Tweek?” 

“How adorable! Yes sweetie, of course you can. I’m sure he’s right upstairs in his room, just building legos again.” 

“Okay. Thanks.” 

Craig rushed past Tweek’s asshole parents, making a beeline for his room.

“Tweek?” 

“Tweek?” 

“Tweek, what the hell is this?” 

Small coughs could be heard. There was a gunshot laying next to Tweek, and his body was curled over as he bled out. 

“Tweek!” 

Immediately, Craig rushed over and embraced him tightly, tears starting to fall onto Tweek’s body.

“Why the fuck would you do this?” 

“I . . . I knew I wouldn’t be able to recover from the meth. So I– I decided that this was my only way out.” 

“You fucking idiot! We were supposed to grow old together, we were supposed to start a family! What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“I’m sorry, Craig. My life was shitty, and this is the end of it.” 

“No, no, no, no, no. This is not the end of it, and you are not saying was! Is, is shitty, because you’re not dying today!” 

Craig pulled out his phone, dialing 911. 

Tweek was coughing up blood now. 

“Hello 911, I have an emergency–” 

Why couldn’t he hear the small, raggedy breaths anymore? 

Craig pressed decline. 

“Tweek!” 

His knees felt weak, and Craig collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Why the fuck would he do this? Did he ever consider the consequences of his actions? 

Craig sobbed into Tweek’s dead body, holding him tightly. 

“Please. Just wake up, for even one minute more.” 

“I love you.”

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Summary:

Well, less work for him. Plus, less people dying. A win is a win. “---Take him in immediately! He’s losing blood at an alarming rate!” What? Wait. He recognized that blond hair, those eyes. From so many years ago . . . was this really how they would meet again? In a hospital emergency room, surrounded by antiseptics and hand sanitizers?   OR, after Kurapika mysteriously disappears for ten years, he suddenly pops up into Leorio's life once again. Just not in the way either of them expected.

Not one damn day went where Leorio didn’t think of Kurapika. You’d think most people would have moved on by now, but he couldn’t. He had no idea whether Kurapika was dead or alive, and the smallest chance of him being alive caused him to wait, for however long was needed. 

But God, it was hard. He missed him so much. 

Flashbacks flooded through Leorio’s mind, ones he tried to forget often. Sometimes, though, he’d allow himself to indulge. After all, it was extremely difficult to try and forget someone like him. 

Leorio couldn’t even tell whether they were still together anymore. Ten years, they had been apart. If Kurapika just randomly showed up on his doorstep, would he even be able to forgive him? He knew he couldn’t ever stop loving him, but forgiving was another thing entirely. 

But, hell, he’d do anything to be able to hold Kurapika in his arms once more. 

Honestly, he’d probably fold the second he saw Kurapika. 

Memories of Kurapika’s face, his blond hair, his Kurta clothes all rushed through Leorio’s mind. The hunter exam . . . back when Kurapika had been relatively sane. Back when he could communicate. He was angry, but not the driven by revenge, ravenous Kurapika he had last seen. 

Well. It was no use dwelling on the past now. Leorio had work to do. 

Leorio dragged himself out of bed, scavenging for whatever food was available in the fridge. Sitting down with his leftover, cold pancake, a shiver ran down Leorio’s spine. 

Damn, he really was obsessed wasn’t he? If Kurapika wasn’t dead  by now, he was at least sure to have moved on. Forgotten about Leorio, probably destroying himself in search for the spiders. 

He wanted to hate Kurapika so, so badly. If he ever saw him again, he swore he’d slap some sense into him. Even when Kurapika was with them, after their reunion in Yorknew, there was something so intense about him. 

And not in a good way. It was slightly terrifying, to say the least. But . . . that’s not what scared Leorio the most. If Kurapika kept continuing on this path of revenge, which he was, he knew, he would likely end up dead. And not because of a troupe member. 

Seriously, there needed to be some sort of classes for self care. Or, ‘How to heal your trauma 101’. 

Oh, wait. That’s therapy. 

Well, it’s not like he’d ever be able to convince Kurapika to go to therapy. One, Kurapika was extremely stubborn. If he had his mind set on something, he was most definitely going to stick to it. 

Kurapika was also too far gone. Too delusional, too consumed by rage. So much so that it was slowly killing him. God, if there was anything he could do for Kurapika to just be okay, he’d do it in a heartbeat. 

***

Leorio quickly ate his pancake, afterwards messily puting on a suit and tie. He checked his watch, looking at the time. 

Shit. He was going to be late. 

Leorio rushed into his car, immediately starting it and driving towards the hospital. 

***

“Dr. Paradinight, except an increase in the amount of admissions this week. There seems to be a trend going on here. If there are too many patients for you to handle, we will send in more doctors.”  

“Alright ma’am,” Leorio replied, mentally sighing. More work. Well . . . this was what he signed up to do. And he would never regret his decision. After all, being able to save someone’s life would always be worth it. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” 

“You’re welcome. Now, go! You still have a job to do.” 

***

Leorio headed to the emergency room. 

***

His boss may have been mistaken. There was hardly anything that classified as an actual emergency, just a bunch of panicked parents. That’s how parenthood was, huh? A constant worrying for your child dying. But it stemmed for a deep love for their kids. While trying to calm down freaked out parents wasn’t exactly the life, it was sweet when you thought about it deeply. 

Well, less work for him. Plus, less people dying. A win is a win. 

“---Take him in immediately! He’s losing blood at an alarming rate!” 

What? 

Wait. He recognized that blond hair, those eyes. From so many years ago . . . was this really how they would meet again? In a hospital emergency room, surrounded by antiseptics and hand sanitizers?  

No. 

It couldn’t be. He refused to believe it. There was absolutely no way. 

“Dr. Paradinight! We have a patient in critical condition, severe blood loss. His heart rate is spiking, and blood pressure is dropping.” 

Leorio tried not to panic. If it were anyone else, he would be able to stay calm. Okay, this was a life. A life he had to save. He had to be able to save his life, so he could ask his questions, so he could finally get some damn answers. So he could hold onto him and not let go, so he could never let him out of his sight again. 

“Got it. Elevate the affected limb, get a full set of vitals and blood work, and start a preparation for possible transfusion.” 

“Yes sir, on it,” Leorio’s coworker answered, something he barely registered as he stared down at the body in the stretcher, blood flowing freely. 

Kurapika. What the hell did you get yourself into?

Leorio wasn’t exactly religious, but if there were any super beings in the sky right now, he begged them to let Kurapika live. Even after ten whole years apart, Leorio could never stop feeling an indescribable amount of love for this boy. 

‘Please.’ Leorio thought. ‘Please, if you can hear me right now, save him. There’s so much blood. I never imagined him in this situation. Apart from a few, Kurapika is one of the strongest individuals I know. I know in Kurapika’s eyes, he thought he’d be able to take on everything alone. But he can’t. So please, save him, so I can give this damn bastard a lesson on how to accept help. And because I love him, and I’ve finally found him again.’

This was not how their reunion was supposed to be.