Kacchako Positivity Week Day1: Frail
I’m doing a little story time, comment what you think, ok. I want to improve my writing too. (Coz drawing a whole graphic novel will be too time consuming!)
There are days when things just won’t go right. When you tried your best but you still failed the mission. You don’t want to hear a “You’ll do better next time.” or “It’s ok.” or “I’m glad your safe.” Ochako knows people look at her cute face and small frame and think ‘she needs to be protected.’ She hated that. She needed to succeed to prove to others and to herself that she is not frail.
Katsuki is keen at noticing her frustration and calls her over to his room. She settles in his arms as they quietly lay on the bed. He waits for her to say what’s on her mind, letting her pull on his shirt, kick the bed, muffle her screams and indiscernible mumbling on his chest, and sometimes just float around. He’d play with her hair and rub her back to comfort her, letting out a little “ow” when she hits him accidentally or squeezes too hard, to which she stops, meets his gaze, and slowly says “sorry.”
She’d give a rundown of the incident, what went wrong, who did what, what she should have done. Of course, Katsuki always watched her battles, even the ones posted on social media, that way he could give her pointers and tell her what happened on her blind spots. He’d give her pecks on her head from time to time. More if it seems like she’d cry. He’s absolutely frustrated too. He wanted to back her up. He wanted to kill the bastard who made a fool of her.
Katsuki is no stranger to the same treatment. He’d reluctantly get pulled into her room then promptly throw himself on her bed. He’d cuss and grab the sheets as if he wants to strangle it. He’d burry his face in her pillow and hold on to her as she strokes his hair. She knows he has already watched all the angles, which makes him even more irritated. She keeps quiet and puts her weight on him. He’d rant about how he wanted to switch offices to ones with her and Kirishima in it, or at least somewhere near. He’d admit that he gained valuable experience from them, but he’d be more at ease with people he knows.
Sometimes, he’d just cry. Ochako would cup his face and kiss his eyes, gently telling him that it’s safe here. “No one will see but me. Nobody will know but me.” They’d lay down facing each other holding hands close to their lips so they could share their affection. They’d talk about anything but the recent battle. The food they ate, what their friends are up too, the lesson they had today, anything~ Ochako feels blessed when she manages to get a smile out of him. A genuine smile softly complemented by those flushed cheeks. He’s so endearing.
They usually end up sleeping in those positions. The warmth of their bodies melding together brings them peace of mind. Sadly, some jerk would just barge in to call them for meals, taking pictures and snickering at them on the dinner table. They hid on the roof one time, but getting woken up by Mr. Aizawa was exceedingly embarrassing. Adding insult to injury was a private consultation with Midnight. They got used to it eventually, so did their classmates. If they are missing, they are probably in each other’s rooms.
Wow that was long. That took me a while. I hope you like it!