Morning

[idraax]

Shouta woke to the buzz of the coffee maker. He reached for his eye drops, put them in and blinked. Moisture leaked out of the corners of his eyes and he sucked in a breath. The weight in his chest remained. Sharp thorns constantly stabbed at his heart. He had to get up. There were kids who still needed him.

He sat up, took another breath and slowly got out of bed. The coffee maker beeped, loud and unfamiliar. He hadn't set it up last night. How?

A flicker in the corner and the bathroom light flicked on, warm yellow spilling out into the hall. He opened his mouth, a strangled gasp came out. The bathroom light didn't flicker.

He shuffled towards it. Each step sent a jolt through him. His bones ached and there was a violent tremble in his hands as he reached for the toothbrush.

The tap turned on. He wasn't touching it. The green was back and he shut his eyes, saw the bright splash of blood behind his eyelids and spat toothpaste out.

He didn't even try to shower.

The world blurred around him. The dark clawed its way in, wrapped around and tried to drown him. A soft voice with words lost to the wind rang in his ears. It might have been his name.

"Midoriya"

His voice full of gravel, dirt and blood. Words tore at his throat. His eyes burned. Time stretched and he wanted to remain and wallow in the stabbing of his heart.

"I'm sorry"

His eyes were always too dry to cry. He tore at his skin, let blood do it for him. Static buzzed in him, took away the world and the dark until there was nothing but emptiness.

He blinked. The ache in his eyes gone. His bandaged hands were holding a cup of coffee. There was an empty plate in front of him, chopsticks resting on the side.

The weight in his lungs grew heavier.