Hiding Underneath
Edit 1 : Grammar review, minor changes
Part 1
What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?
Those four words rang in Hero's head like a chant from a crowd, a displeased crowd. Silently, Hero berated themselves for not bringing up their fists when they saw Villain. It had been a while since Hero had faced off the Villain without a team- it had been a while since they had faced off Villain themselves.
It didn't feel like the old times, not after the time the two worked together, and especially not after their final battle against Supervillain.
Not with how Villain slithered into their thoughts every day, in every waking moment.
"You don't seem so excited to see me today, Darling," Villain's smooth voice chuckled.
Hero gulped, shifting their weight from one leg to the other. "Well, you seem much too eager to see me," they muttered, shoulders tense and stiff. "So I guess you can say it evens out?" Villain raised a brow, half amused at the other's response.
With a hop and a skip, Villain had made it from the fire escapes onto the rooftop. Their silhouette blended in amongst the shadows of the taller buildings surrounding them. Even then, Hero's eyes could make out his shape as moved swiftly towards him.
"You're awfully quiet, darling," the villain hummed lowly. A small glint came from Villain's hands, and Hero realized that he held a knife. Though nothing threateningly. In fact, Villain simply spun the blade around with his nimble fingers. They stared at it for a few moments before turning their gaze back out to the cityscape.
"I've got nothing much to say," Hero sighed, moving to hug themself. "Not after all that you've given me last time we met, anyways." They continued, quieter than before.
Out of all the responses, Hero didn'te expect the Villain to spill out into laughter. "Really? Think nothing much of it, honestly. I doubt anyone will believe you anyways," he said, the laughter ebbing into chuckling. He leaned to the side, balancing his weight on an arm.
Hero frowned in skepticism. It didn't really seem fair, not with how much Villain had opened up about himself to Hero. Meanwhile, the most their nemesis knew was probably Hero's scheduled fights and perhaps how much of a heavy sleeper Hero was (from when they had a 72-hour stakeout outside one of Supervillain's hideouts).
"How about this," Villain started, catching the other's attention. "You tell me a secret about yourself, yeah?" He offered. The villain quickly noticed how devious that question sounded, before adding on quickly, "Like, I just mean small secrets. It doesn't have to be some shit like where you live or when you go to work or whatever. It can literally be your favorite food for all I care. I mean, it's a secret for me nonetheless."
After a few seconds passed, the hero smiled. It was small, but frankly speaking, Hero probably hadn't been able to ease up for a while now. They took in a deep breath, looking at Villain before sighing. "You know how we had to do the stakeout a month back?" Villain nodded at the question, leaning it while resting his elbows on his knees. "Yeah, well I actually hate the ramen you bought during those days."
Villain's eyes widened whilst Hero laughed at the other's reaction. "What?! Why didn't you just tell me, I don't mind buying a different packet!"
"No, nono, it's not your fault," the hero said between laughter. Once calming down, they continued on. "Actually, I don't like ramen at all. Not just that specific brand... When I was small, uh, my older sister.." Hero drifted off for a moment, debating whether to continue the story. Would this be breaching any of their rules? Bringing family into this business? But with how the villain encouraged them with that face, Hero couldn't back down.
"My older sister basically raised me and my brother. Unfortunately, the first couple of years she looked after us, we practically survived on junk food including ramen," they recounted, scrunching their nose at the memory. "Eventually, she learned to make some food. Every Friday, we'd have this killer fried rice she'd spend an hour making. All with the leftover vegetables and stuff from the week. Now that? I'd kill for that."
A fond smile fell over their lips as they recalled the long-forgotten memory being rediscovered. That wasn't the only secret they spilled that night.
Stories of the Hero's childhood were now exposed to Villain over the course of two hours, between bouts of jester and laughter. As the sun began to rise, Hero finally came to terms with something that had been plaguing them. Hero trusted Villain with much more than just their secrets. Neither of them lied to eachother during their conversations. Comforting words, and honest memories were shared.
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Currently in my bed just fantasizing about having kids Dott.. Like, if it was through normal means or you somehow got Dottore to create a baby in his lab, I find it very amusing if the kid came out looking just like him.
This little baby with the same curly blue hair and red eyes as Dottore :(( He just stares at the child, unsure how to react. I bet during the first few months he’d be very unsure how to handle his child, sometimes not even wanting to hold them out of fear he may hurt them somehow.
Everyone is confused why Dottore made a child segment, everyone just kind of assuming his child was a segment. It’s not until they grow old enough to walk around and figure out how to slip out their father’s arms to explore the palace people start wondering what Dottore’s actual relationship with this child is.
Other Harbingers and even some lower ranking Fatuus see how Dottore grows agitated and almost anxious when the child leaves his line of sight, the doctor’s already short temper growing even shorter as he snaps at anyone until he can find the child.
Dottore eventually begrudgingly telling some of the more nosy Harbingers he has a child after they grow a bit too curious. Word travels fast and it’s not long until you have a few low ranking Fatuus and maybe even a Harbinger like Pantalone or Childe asking how you could possibly want to have a child with Dottore of all people.
I just.. hoghh i know the harbingers r like war criminals but i wanna be all lovey and domestic and have families with them 😞😞 [📺 Anon]
To convince Dottore to have and raise a kid with you is such a procedure that couldn't accurately be put into words. Here you have a man who doesn't have the slightest bit of father material in him. It took ages for him to love you, will he be able to love his child? When he struggles to make peace with himself and yet his kid is the spitting image of him? Surprisingly enough, he takes these things more seriously than one would ever think because he is self-aware and clearly remembers how his own parents treated him.
He's most poor at taking care of small children, especially when they're crying. And even when they're quiet and docile, Dottore still can't bring himself to do anything, his fingers flexing awkwardly. His hands just aren't suited for this gentleness. However, I think he gets more comfortable when the kid is older. He likes talking with them and expanding their mind. Making them toys and puzzles that are probably too advanced for their age. And seeing how the child is a mix of both him and you, your features are ever so endearing... even when the child inherits your mischievousness and goal to terrorize him. Over time the relationship gets better and the child and father get a lot closer, even though it started off pretty hazy at first. You're very proud of the progress.
(Okay but people thinking his kid is a segment... that is just too funny because the idea of someone having a kid with the Doctor never crosses their mind eh? And people being nosy and asking you questions 😭 poor reader, how can you explain you just wanted a family with the love of your life? Not a perfect one, but a happy one.)
He's definitely not the model father but he does have you to help him out, and teach him slowly but surely. He truly does love his child even if his affection isn't shown in a typical manner. Regardless, it must have worked out, considering the child loves their parents very much. A little menace in the making...
The war criminals will be unconventionally domestic with you I promise!!!
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"that's it. i'm removing you from the roster until you've stopped by the doctor."
you look at midoriya in disbelief. unable to keep yourself poised at his final decision, your shoulders slump and the exhaustion washes over you like a wave. he's seen through you.
it's been a year since your near-death experience with an all-too-powerful villain and while shinsou took great care of you during your recovery, something's been off ever since - you haven't been able to put a finger on it, though, so you decided to do what every self-sacrificing hero does: you powered through. until there was no power left to muscle your way out of it. and now it's become visible to others too. you have a feeling shinsou might've ratted you out, but you don't blame him. you'd done the same if it were him.
you get home in a daze and fall face first onto the bed. you don't wake up until you feel the weight shift and the warmth of shinsou's lips touches your cheek. but you don't have the energy to react with more than a hum. your eyelids are so heavy. there's a ringing in your ears but it's so constant that it just feels like a persistent buzz. shinsou says something as he settles behind you, arms wrapping themselves around you. for a while, you think there's silence but he says your name sternly in a voice he only uses when he knows you're not entirely listening to him. huh. you're mostly used to hearing it on the battlefield.
"i'm worried about you."
you sigh and hum, pushing yourself weakly back onto him, "'ve got a doc's appointment..... tomorrow."
he kisses the crown of your head, "okay... okay, good."
he's drawing soft circles into your arm and you drift away again. he wakes you when there's dinner and you perk up again slightly, but not enough to make him stop worrying his lip between his teeth. you fall asleep fifteen minutes into a movie later that night.
you put on your shoes and lock the door behind you, putting the keys in your pocket as you turn for the stairs at the end of the hall. you really wish there'd been an elevator in your building right now. as you walk down the steps, your feet feels heavier but you chalk it up to be your shoes. it's the sneakers you don't wear that often, but it's too cold for sandals today. you shrug it off and just concentrate more on walking.
the doctor goes through your symptoms with you but there's hardly any, you reassure her. you're just so exhausted no matter how many hours you sleep. she warns you that you may be sleeping too much. you agree with a laugh - you don't remember ever sleeping so many hours, having been an insomniac your entire youth. she does some blood tests and sends you home, saying you'll be called in when the answers are back.
the days that pass are all a blur. without your shifts at the agency, time becomes fuzzy around the edges. you don't have to get up, so you just stay in bed, since you've been told you need to rest anyways. on the third day you wake up to several notes on the bedside table, the bathroom mirror and the kitchen counter and fridge from shinsou with various reminders about eating and drinking properly and where he's stocked some snacks and prepped some food for you to reheat easily. you chuckle and shake your head at his antics. you're just tired, is all. the headaches comes with the job, you remind yourself as you try to gently massage out the tension in your neck to relieve your pounding head. he might be right about the water intake - you grab the cold bottle he's put in the fridge for you and brings it with you to the bed.
"i think you should call and ask if they've gotten the answers yet." shinsou says matter-of-factly and you nod, "yeah, it has been a few days. but it's the weekend, right? i'll call on monday." and that ends the conversation.
monday comes but you forget to call, even if you've been determined to do so. by the time you remember, the office is closed for the day. you sigh heavily and fall back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. you prepare the apology for shinsou on your tongue before you drift off.
tuesday morning your phone rings - several times. you finally reach out and pick up, thinking it's shinsou.
"i do apologize for the wait. the doctor unfortunately had to take some time off last week, but we have your results. will you be able to come in today?"
you agree, dragging yourself up. there's more energy in you today, but it should've been way more given the intense rest you've been having. you put on one of shinsou's hoodies and a pair of sweats before you drag yourself to the kitchen to grab a bite.
turns out, you suffer from anemia. an intense, prolonged form and need medication as soon as possible. shinsou's livid when he comes home and gets the news, angry that it has been missed when the agency periodically keeps an eye on their heroes' health. you sit on the chair with your hands folded like a child being scolded and try to laugh it off, "come on now, hito. i just need to take some medication and i'll be fine. the usual blood tests the past year haven't covered that - even if they should, i know," you hurry to add, "but i'll be fine, i promise."
shinsou sighs and his whole body slumps, leaning against the table you're sitting by. you take his hand, "i'm okay."
he visibly relaxes but there's something he's holding back. you've been together since high school, so you can read him like a book. you squeeze his hand, "open up."
he clicks his tongue with furrowed brows before he opens his mouth, "you've had these symptoms for months. why didn't you tell me?"
you look at the ground, guilt written on your face. mostly, because you don't have a proper answer to give him. you don't know why you didn't - the symptoms had all been sneaking up on you, snaking their way into your body quietly and suddenly it'd just become so chronic that you'd normalized it. you let out an apology and he squeeze your hand back, "it's okay to not have an answer. but please, can we be mindful of things like this in the future?"
you smile at him, "only if you continue to make the little post-it notes. they're adorable - especially your small doodles of dogs."
shinsou hides his face in his hands with a groan, "they were cats."
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Now hear me out hear me out ✋😳🤚
Something about the lava steadily rising underneath the clearing feels a lot like a metaphor for Owen's character to me, since it seems like no one else in the clearing finds out until It's actively started to boil over and burn things around it. It feels a lot like his hatred, his rage from his past, how he let it consume him rather than learning from this new life with friends he was given.
(to be fair, this could also be the work of the program just enhancing everything with the chip in his head for the ✨drama✨ but I think it's fun otherwise).
Something about how the fires burn down the houses of everyone in the clearing, including his own. Houses of his friends, of the people he believed he was meant to protect. Not only their homes, but he lost their friendship and trust too. Solely because of his hatred, his violence from it.
How, when he was imprisoned, it almost started to become too much, for even him. (The walls and ceiling of the prison being unable to bear the weight of the lava above) Knowing that he'd failed, that he'd lost everything to it. And he died screaming, consumed in the fires and molten lava of his hatred.
Anyway another drawing soon wahooo!!!!
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