you’d find beautiful paintings where there used to be hurt, warm chubby cheeks where scars could have been, and hope where there was none before.
and if you were to place your hand on tainted skin, if you were to cup his jaw in the palm of your hand and run your thumb over smooth skin, and if you dared to glance into those ocean blue eyes
There’s something so utterly tragic about No Quirks Au #TouyaTodoroki, how inked lines paint his body, climbing up his chest and crawling around his neck in various patterns and stories. Dark lines marr unblemished skin, his face littered with crude drawings
and if Natsuo looked closely, he’d see a single tear fall.
and his sister would later read the speech that Touya wrote out loud instead of his brother. The love of Natsuo’s life sat in the front row, 3rd seat on the left, tattoos hidden beneath a tailored suit, blue eyes on him as the vicar asks if anyone objects,
that he’d itch to close, one that wasn’t there before, one foot too far away for comfort. Blue eyes would stare at the buttons of his shirt as inked lips did their best to form a congratulations, avoiding his gaze so intently
a couple extra inches in height wouldn’t have made all the difference in the world. His best man and brother would pull him aside as he leaves the dancefloor, two people in a dark corner; one not able to meet the other’s eyes. There’d be a distance between them
and pale blue hair desperate to be white would be painted every colour under the lights as they had their first dance. Natsuo would take his husband’s hand in his, hold it tightly, and lead him step by step around the ballroom like his hand fit his perfectly and
In a few hours he’d have married the love of his life, his husband, and everything would be perfect. Friends and family would celebrate over a glass of wine, toasting to the newlywed couple and he’d be happy. He’d smile and wave and thank people for coming