In Time We'll Kiss The World Goodbye 3/?
Title: In Time We'll Kiss The World Goodbye
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
crezhul
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Pairing: Midoriya x Todoroki
Category: Drama/Romance/Supernatural
Rating: T
Content: Yaoi
Summary: We want what we cannot have. Dream Eater Shouto grows obsessed with a young pianist from the human world.
Warning: this chapter is potentially triggering.
Chapter Three
Izuku pedalled down a slope that sunny morning, swinging on to a tree-lined road filled with students.
He rode past them, reaching the schoolyard where he stepped off his bicycle and placed it in the rack, humming a tune to himself.
"Izuku must had really liked school." Mused Shouto, watching Izuku walk into the building, with a bounce in his step.
The Dream Eater was playing audience to a seemingly peaceful memory of Izuku's school life. Little did Shouto know that illusion of tranquility would soon shatter.
Kicking off his normal shoes now, Izuku opened his locker, fetching his indoor shoes when a puffy-eyed girl approached him.
"Hi...um, Deku-kun,"she said.
Turning to face her, Izuku gave her a bright smile."Good Morning Uraraka-chan! What's up?"
"About that."Uraraka pulled at her shirt collar."I have bad news."
"B-bad news? Are you all right?" Izuku's voice leaked with concern.
Opening and closing her mouth a few times, Uraraka struggled to say."It's about Toshinori-sensei...he passed away."
Izuku blinked."What?"
"Toshinori-sensei died last night." Uraraka repeated.
Shaking his head, Izuku slipped his foot into a shoe."No way,you must've heard wrong."
Uraraka shoulders tensed up."I wish I did but it's true, Deku-kun...sensei died from a heart attack, the other teachers were talking about it just now."
"They m-must mean somebody else with the same name. Sensei was just fine yesterday, don't you remember?"
"He does not accept it." Shouto tilted his head at the boy's denial of the inevitable. Humans were contrary like this, rejecting death, despite it being a natural part of life; the near immortal simply did not understand it.
Nevertheless, Izuku continued his strange behaviour, reaching for the next shoe to put it on when he paused green eyes glazing over.
And time railed back in Izuku's dream accordingly, taking Shouto further into the past where Izuku's mind lay.
There the boy paced the floor of an empty classroom, clawing at his scalp and muttering a storm.
"Midoriya, my boy? What's the matter?" Asked the thin man stepping into the classroom. There was no doubt he was Toshinori.
Stopping, Izuku met Toshinori's worried eyes."I-I'm trying to settle my nerves before I pr-present my project for History class."
Understanding registered on Toshinori's face."You'll be fine."
"No, I won't, I'm going to mess up, then everyone's going to laugh at me."Izuku fretted, flashing Toshinori a desperate look."Y-y-you know how I am, sensei."
"Indeed that's why I can safely say you'll be okay, my boy."
Izuku's brows arched in confusion."Eh?"
"That is an odd thing to say."Shouto remarked, mirroring the sentiment.
Gesturing with his hands,Toshinori spoke again enlightening them."You gave your all to everything, so I know you're well prepared."
"Well, coming to think of it, I do and I did lots of research and planned what I'm going to say."
"Exactly my point."Toshinori gave a hearty laugh and pressed on."The truth is, I also get nervous when I have to make a speech or presentation."
Izuku's eyes widened."Even sensei gets nervous too?"
"I do, a lot us do because we're putting ourselves out there."Toshinori confessed.
"But there's something I do to calm my nerves down each and every time —I know it can help you today too."
An intrigued Izuku inched closer to his sensei."Wh-what is it, sensei?"
"Before you begin your presentation, make eye contact with someone in the audience, and smile at them."
"It'll calm you down, allowing your words to come out,just like I know they will."Toshinori finished, winking.
The expression on Izuku's face changed from surprised to grateful as Izuku digested those encouraging words."I'll be sure to try it, sensei, thank you."
"Thank you for helping me, thank you for believing in me!"Izuku rasped, eyes shining.
Grinning, Toshinori ruffled Izuku's hair in turn."I'll always believe in you, son."
"He was a kind teacher." Shouto nodded, marvelling at how expertly Toshinori comforted Izuku, sharing a part of himself in the life advice Toshinori offered Izuku; warm and affectionate teachers like Toshinori did not exist anywhere on Shouto's world.
Be that as it may, Toshinori no longer belonged to Izuku's world either. There would be no future chats or advice to be shared with Izuku. Death stole them away."What a shame."
"Deku-kun?" Uraraka called to the boy in question, snapping the boy back to reality.
Izuku bowed his head, answering with a question he likely knew the answer to."Uraraka-chan...did sensei really die?"
"I'm sorry Deku-kun, he did."Uraraka lay a comforting hand on Izuku's shoulder. But it not stop the tears from rolling down Izuku's face or the strangled sob from escaping Izuku's lips."Sensei."
Izuku sank to his knees, face etched with more sorrow than Shouto had seen in a long time.
"Human life is too fragile."Whispered the Dream Eater to the man grimacing in his sleep."Too fragile."
Twin moons were rising to fullness in the night sky when Shouto returned to Dream City.
Slowly, he undressed, put on his painting clothes, lumbering down the hall to the studio where he would spend the entire night reflecting a moment from Izuku's life on the canvas.
But an unprecedented thing happened once Shouto settled before the canvas, dabbing a paintbrush into paint. He lifted it towards the board, preparing to make the first stroke when his hand stilled, eyes growing wide.
Shouto discovered his mind was blank, devoid of any image to be painted.
"This cannot be." He stared down at his hand, a ping of alarm erupting in his chest.
By all means, Izuku's dream should have invoked the artist in Shouto, not leaving Shouto drawing a blank as if Shouto had eaten a dull dream."It makes no sense."
Putting down the paint brush, Shouto ran slender fingers across his Dream Stone, checking for cracks."It is not broken."
"I must be sick then." Shouto concluded, despite not knowing what being sick felt like or if Dream Eaters could fall sick. He only knew his situation was abnormal.
Deciding no solution would come to him by sitting there, Shouto pushed off the stool, chipped to the docking bay where his Flier berthed and climbed in, taking off for Dream City Library.
But it was an eternity before the Flier dipped in the sky, bringing the restless Dream Eater down to the massive dome tower with a sky roof that housed billions of human dreams records, books and media.
Nevertheless, Shouto did not consult any of that material upon entering Dream City Library, instead he walked past floor to ceiling stacks of books and tilted his head up, scanning the glass balconies for the smartest Dream Eater Shouto knew.
But Tenya was not spotted among the patrons poring through text or collecting books from winged bots, Shouto spotted him leaving the information desk."Hello Tenya."
Halting, the bespectacled Dream Eater met Shouto's eye."Hello Shouto, what brings you out of the studio?"
Tenya was the library's highly efficient Director and one of the few friends Shouto had. They had first met when Shouto delivered a painting to the library, earning Shouto glowing praise from Tenya who had received the work.
Shouto got to the point, admitting."I cannot paint."
"Are you eating relevant dreams?" Tenya inquired, lifting a brow.
"Yes, I consumed one this evening but nothing came to mind when I went to paint." Shouto still could not wrap his head around it and hoped Tenya would shed light on Shouto's condition, easing Shouto's mind.
Pushing his glasses back on nose bridge, Tenya said."That is strange, inspiration should be automatic."
"What was the dream about?"
"A dream of grief, the human learnt of the passing of his teacher." Shouto summed.
Tenya brought a hand to his own lips, pausing to think."Perhaps you might be concerned about the human's wellbeing?”
”It may very well impede your ability to paint if he is on your mind."
Mismatched brows gathered at the suggestion."That is impossible."
While humans fascinated Shouto, he was content to sweep their circumstances from his mind after he finished painting them. Hence he could never
be concerned about Izuku to the point of being unable to paint.
"But is it really impossible?" Tenya stressed."We hardly suffer grief due to our long lifespans."
"Humans on the other hand, experience it often, they endure more than we ever will as Dream Eaters. It is not unnatural to want to know more about these creatures."
As if proving Tenya's point, a Dream Eater strolled passed them, carrying a few volumes of human dream records in her hands.
"Very well." Shouto conceded, finding the line of reasoning logical. Ridding himself of this unwanted curiosity was the next line of action."How do I overcome this? I need to paint."
Holding Shouto's gaze, Tenya offered Shouto 2 options."You can talk to the human in question about his grief or eat the dream of a different human.
"One of them ought to get you painting again."
Talk to Izuku? Shouto pressed his lips together, disliking both choices. But if Shouto was more honest with himself, he would admit there was only 1 path available to him.
Tenya opened his mouth to speak but Tenya's Communicator buzzed, prompting him to pull it from his pocket, reading the screen."This will take long, I must go."
"Thank you for the advice then, Tenya." Shouto said, grateful.
Nodding, Tenya walked away, heading in the direction of the elevators."Inform me of your results."
I will. Shouto let out a breath and looked up at the sky roof. Stars glinted on the black canvas of the sky.
After the suns rose and set next, he would be entering Izuku's dreams to speak with Izuku. Would talking to Izuku allow Shouto to paint again?
TBC
A/N: Iida has been wearing tuxedos and glasses to work ever since seeing them in a dream. Thank you for reading!
Author:
crezhulFandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Pairing: Midoriya x Todoroki
Category: Drama/Romance/Supernatural
Rating: T
Content: Yaoi
Summary: We want what we cannot have. Dream Eater Shouto grows obsessed with a young pianist from the human world.
Warning: this chapter is potentially triggering.
Izuku pedalled down a slope that sunny morning, swinging on to a tree-lined road filled with students.
He rode past them, reaching the schoolyard where he stepped off his bicycle and placed it in the rack, humming a tune to himself.
"Izuku must had really liked school." Mused Shouto, watching Izuku walk into the building, with a bounce in his step.
The Dream Eater was playing audience to a seemingly peaceful memory of Izuku's school life. Little did Shouto know that illusion of tranquility would soon shatter.
Kicking off his normal shoes now, Izuku opened his locker, fetching his indoor shoes when a puffy-eyed girl approached him.
"Hi...um, Deku-kun,"she said.
Turning to face her, Izuku gave her a bright smile."Good Morning Uraraka-chan! What's up?"
"About that."Uraraka pulled at her shirt collar."I have bad news."
"B-bad news? Are you all right?" Izuku's voice leaked with concern.
Opening and closing her mouth a few times, Uraraka struggled to say."It's about Toshinori-sensei...he passed away."
Izuku blinked."What?"
"Toshinori-sensei died last night." Uraraka repeated.
Shaking his head, Izuku slipped his foot into a shoe."No way,you must've heard wrong."
Uraraka shoulders tensed up."I wish I did but it's true, Deku-kun...sensei died from a heart attack, the other teachers were talking about it just now."
"They m-must mean somebody else with the same name. Sensei was just fine yesterday, don't you remember?"
"He does not accept it." Shouto tilted his head at the boy's denial of the inevitable. Humans were contrary like this, rejecting death, despite it being a natural part of life; the near immortal simply did not understand it.
Nevertheless, Izuku continued his strange behaviour, reaching for the next shoe to put it on when he paused green eyes glazing over.
And time railed back in Izuku's dream accordingly, taking Shouto further into the past where Izuku's mind lay.
There the boy paced the floor of an empty classroom, clawing at his scalp and muttering a storm.
"Midoriya, my boy? What's the matter?" Asked the thin man stepping into the classroom. There was no doubt he was Toshinori.
Stopping, Izuku met Toshinori's worried eyes."I-I'm trying to settle my nerves before I pr-present my project for History class."
Understanding registered on Toshinori's face."You'll be fine."
"No, I won't, I'm going to mess up, then everyone's going to laugh at me."Izuku fretted, flashing Toshinori a desperate look."Y-y-you know how I am, sensei."
"Indeed that's why I can safely say you'll be okay, my boy."
Izuku's brows arched in confusion."Eh?"
"That is an odd thing to say."Shouto remarked, mirroring the sentiment.
Gesturing with his hands,Toshinori spoke again enlightening them."You gave your all to everything, so I know you're well prepared."
"Well, coming to think of it, I do and I did lots of research and planned what I'm going to say."
"Exactly my point."Toshinori gave a hearty laugh and pressed on."The truth is, I also get nervous when I have to make a speech or presentation."
Izuku's eyes widened."Even sensei gets nervous too?"
"I do, a lot us do because we're putting ourselves out there."Toshinori confessed.
"But there's something I do to calm my nerves down each and every time —I know it can help you today too."
An intrigued Izuku inched closer to his sensei."Wh-what is it, sensei?"
"Before you begin your presentation, make eye contact with someone in the audience, and smile at them."
"It'll calm you down, allowing your words to come out,just like I know they will."Toshinori finished, winking.
The expression on Izuku's face changed from surprised to grateful as Izuku digested those encouraging words."I'll be sure to try it, sensei, thank you."
"Thank you for helping me, thank you for believing in me!"Izuku rasped, eyes shining.
Grinning, Toshinori ruffled Izuku's hair in turn."I'll always believe in you, son."
"He was a kind teacher." Shouto nodded, marvelling at how expertly Toshinori comforted Izuku, sharing a part of himself in the life advice Toshinori offered Izuku; warm and affectionate teachers like Toshinori did not exist anywhere on Shouto's world.
Be that as it may, Toshinori no longer belonged to Izuku's world either. There would be no future chats or advice to be shared with Izuku. Death stole them away."What a shame."
"Deku-kun?" Uraraka called to the boy in question, snapping the boy back to reality.
Izuku bowed his head, answering with a question he likely knew the answer to."Uraraka-chan...did sensei really die?"
"I'm sorry Deku-kun, he did."Uraraka lay a comforting hand on Izuku's shoulder. But it not stop the tears from rolling down Izuku's face or the strangled sob from escaping Izuku's lips."Sensei."
Izuku sank to his knees, face etched with more sorrow than Shouto had seen in a long time.
"Human life is too fragile."Whispered the Dream Eater to the man grimacing in his sleep."Too fragile."
Twin moons were rising to fullness in the night sky when Shouto returned to Dream City.
Slowly, he undressed, put on his painting clothes, lumbering down the hall to the studio where he would spend the entire night reflecting a moment from Izuku's life on the canvas.
But an unprecedented thing happened once Shouto settled before the canvas, dabbing a paintbrush into paint. He lifted it towards the board, preparing to make the first stroke when his hand stilled, eyes growing wide.
Shouto discovered his mind was blank, devoid of any image to be painted.
"This cannot be." He stared down at his hand, a ping of alarm erupting in his chest.
By all means, Izuku's dream should have invoked the artist in Shouto, not leaving Shouto drawing a blank as if Shouto had eaten a dull dream."It makes no sense."
Putting down the paint brush, Shouto ran slender fingers across his Dream Stone, checking for cracks."It is not broken."
"I must be sick then." Shouto concluded, despite not knowing what being sick felt like or if Dream Eaters could fall sick. He only knew his situation was abnormal.
Deciding no solution would come to him by sitting there, Shouto pushed off the stool, chipped to the docking bay where his Flier berthed and climbed in, taking off for Dream City Library.
But it was an eternity before the Flier dipped in the sky, bringing the restless Dream Eater down to the massive dome tower with a sky roof that housed billions of human dreams records, books and media.
Nevertheless, Shouto did not consult any of that material upon entering Dream City Library, instead he walked past floor to ceiling stacks of books and tilted his head up, scanning the glass balconies for the smartest Dream Eater Shouto knew.
But Tenya was not spotted among the patrons poring through text or collecting books from winged bots, Shouto spotted him leaving the information desk."Hello Tenya."
Halting, the bespectacled Dream Eater met Shouto's eye."Hello Shouto, what brings you out of the studio?"
Tenya was the library's highly efficient Director and one of the few friends Shouto had. They had first met when Shouto delivered a painting to the library, earning Shouto glowing praise from Tenya who had received the work.
Shouto got to the point, admitting."I cannot paint."
"Are you eating relevant dreams?" Tenya inquired, lifting a brow.
"Yes, I consumed one this evening but nothing came to mind when I went to paint." Shouto still could not wrap his head around it and hoped Tenya would shed light on Shouto's condition, easing Shouto's mind.
Pushing his glasses back on nose bridge, Tenya said."That is strange, inspiration should be automatic."
"What was the dream about?"
"A dream of grief, the human learnt of the passing of his teacher." Shouto summed.
Tenya brought a hand to his own lips, pausing to think."Perhaps you might be concerned about the human's wellbeing?”
”It may very well impede your ability to paint if he is on your mind."
Mismatched brows gathered at the suggestion."That is impossible."
While humans fascinated Shouto, he was content to sweep their circumstances from his mind after he finished painting them. Hence he could never
be concerned about Izuku to the point of being unable to paint.
"But is it really impossible?" Tenya stressed."We hardly suffer grief due to our long lifespans."
"Humans on the other hand, experience it often, they endure more than we ever will as Dream Eaters. It is not unnatural to want to know more about these creatures."
As if proving Tenya's point, a Dream Eater strolled passed them, carrying a few volumes of human dream records in her hands.
"Very well." Shouto conceded, finding the line of reasoning logical. Ridding himself of this unwanted curiosity was the next line of action."How do I overcome this? I need to paint."
Holding Shouto's gaze, Tenya offered Shouto 2 options."You can talk to the human in question about his grief or eat the dream of a different human.
"One of them ought to get you painting again."
Talk to Izuku? Shouto pressed his lips together, disliking both choices. But if Shouto was more honest with himself, he would admit there was only 1 path available to him.
Tenya opened his mouth to speak but Tenya's Communicator buzzed, prompting him to pull it from his pocket, reading the screen."This will take long, I must go."
"Thank you for the advice then, Tenya." Shouto said, grateful.
Nodding, Tenya walked away, heading in the direction of the elevators."Inform me of your results."
I will. Shouto let out a breath and looked up at the sky roof. Stars glinted on the black canvas of the sky.
After the suns rose and set next, he would be entering Izuku's dreams to speak with Izuku. Would talking to Izuku allow Shouto to paint again?
TBC
A/N: Iida has been wearing tuxedos and glasses to work ever since seeing them in a dream. Thank you for reading!