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Hurt/Comfort / Established Relationship / Pressure

Tw: Description of Anxiety/Anxiety Attack

4/22/20

Shoto fell to the floor with a thump. His eyes were stained and his body felt weak. He kept yelling in his head to get up! He needed to get out of this state but he couldn't move! His breathing started to pick up speed once again, he was almost hyperventilating. His hands stumbled to cover his face. His heartbeat felt as if someone was punching him like a set of drums. That heartbeat echoed through his whole body like an empty auditorium.

Shoto felt as if he was a doll. It hurt more than you could describe. His family presents itself to the media as a perfect loving household. Hero society watches his every move. He just wants to live as a normal citizen at times. He wants the world to stop thinking of him as perfect. Then he stops. His train of thought drifts off to a different subject. A creaking from the floorboards, mixed with the light sounds of feet slapping the floor.

"Shoto! I just got home, what was up with your text?" that tired voice rang through his ears. He was scared but so happy to hear him. Then a door knob turning, and a large gasp.

"Shou what the hell! What happened?"

Shoto in his depression stage, forgot about the happiest part of his life. Katsuki. The one man who truly treats him like a human.

"Shou, answer me!" Katsuki begs as he kneels next to the boy. His worry was too eminence for him to worry about the 'tough guy' act.

"Katsuki. I love you." The man breathes out, tears dropping from his chin to his hand. "I guess the pressure is getting to me."

Shoto felt the warm arms wrap around his upper body. His head pleasantly rested among the blonde's chest. Moments like this were rare for them. Of course the two would comfort each other when needed, they cared for one another. Yet neither of them were ones too breakdown. This type of comfort felt so different, so heartwarming.

"Let's take a day off. Tomorrow." Katsuki kissed the boy's temple. His fingers tangled themselves in the red and white hair. Slowly Shotos breathing slowed down, and his face was drying. "I'll make you soba and make fun of you."

"Thank you." Shoto let out a light huff from the small laugh in his chest. He couldn't smile just yet, but his husband's words sure made him feel better. He loved this man with all his heart. How he got to be in his arms will forever be a mystery to him.

This singular moment would forever stay close to Shotos heart. It made him realize just how much Katsuki meant to him. This was the moment that pushed him to marry this man. To believe him, and trust him. No matter how many years pass he will remember sitting there alone with the pressure of a million people thinking of him as perfect. Just for it all to feel better because the one he loved pushed his pride away to comfort him. Shoto knew how hard it was for Katsuki, and Katsuki knew the pain Shoto was going through. They understood each other regardless of how much they bicker and argue. They love each other. Truly.