My Immortal
Summary: based off the drabble request #3, "I know it hurts." Erasercloud featuring the Rooftop Gang (Yes, I know it's trio but with Nemuri they are secretly a gang.)
Author's Note: Alright so I wasn't sure what nonie meant by RG. One anonymous user said it could be Recovery Girl and that makes a lot of sense honestly. I went with mental/emotional pain for this one because I happened to be looking at a lot of Erasercloud lately just to tear my heart to shreds but here we go!
My Immortal
Shouta stood at the edge of the rooftop, his hands braced on the railing as he looked out at the storm cloud covered sky. It had been raining almost none stop for days. Ever since that day.
It felt wrong being on the rooftop but at the same time it felt right. They weren't complete anymore. Being on the rooftop of U.A. started out with just Shouta before Hizashi Yamada and Oboro Shirakumo found their way into Shouta's quiet time. They became the Rooftop Trio. Soon after, Class 3-B's, Nemuri Kayama joined them on the rooftop during lunch. They had their own little world on the roof.
Shouta made a noise as he clutched on tightly to the rail and leaned against it. Unshed tears in his eyes as he leaned over into himself. Nothing felt right anymore. They were supposed to be a hero trio who opened up their own agency. This was never supposed to happen.
Shirakumo was never supposed to die.
He could hear Shirakumo's voice in his head when he had been fighting the villain. Like the cloud user had been speaking to him through their radios but Shirakumo's had been busted when the building collapsed.
Shirakumo was dead and a piece of Shouta died with him.
He never meant to fall in love with him. He never meant to get into a relationship with him. Yet, Shirakumo stole everything from him. Shirakumo had all of him.
What was he supposed to do now?
His entire body shook as the tears finally spilled over and ran down his face. He bit his lip in attempts to keep quiet. He could barely here the splashing of feet connecting with water until arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him back into the awaiting torso. Gentle, soft hands joined in on his arms before wrapping all the way around him. Hizashi stood behind him, his head balanced on top of ebony black hair and Nemuri took up the front causing Shouta's forehead to lean against her shoulder.
All that was said between them came from Hizashi with an utter of words.
"I know it hurts."