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Assistant: Title: "Because I love him"
        Author: BlingBlingMaknae BlingBlingMaknae 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: "He hurts you. W-Why won't you do the same?""Huh? Because I love him."Or,Shouto fetches his drunk husband and discovers something heartbreaking.
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              "He hurts you. W-Why won't you do the same?""Huh? Because I love him."Or,Shouto fetches his drunk husband and discovers something heartbreaking.
            
        

        
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          As far as Shouto knew, Izuku's should have been home since five hours ago. As weary as Shouto was from the two-week business trip he had arrived from, he made some preparations to welcome Izuku eagerly and show him how much he missed him. They barely saw each other lately, schedules conflicting, add in Shouto's constant trips. Shouto spent several minutes longer in the bathroom, lathering himself up with some fragrant flowery body gel he just bought and making sure that his skin was as smooth and soft as possible. He also loosened himself up, forgetting about the embarrassment of doing it all by himself. He even wore the silkiest robe he owned over his bare form and sat on the bed, lounging and waiting for Izuku to come home. It never occurred to him that his phone would ring, Izuku calling, and that a woman's voice would be heard on another line. "Uhhh, good evening, Ma'am," the timid voice said. "Sir," Shouto corrected. "Uh, pardon, yes, Si—" "Who's this?" He finally asked, and the other answered meekly. "A staff at AGAVE. Sir, your, um, lover, it seems. Yes. Our bar is closing in a few yet he won't get up." Izuku? At a bar? And he's sleeping there? "Oh." Shouto stood up, phone between his ear and shoulder as he got some clothes. "Please send me the address." Shouto could consider his journey towards the bar the longest 20 minutes of his life. Various questions filled his head. Why was Izuku at a bar? He was not the type to go there without company. Why was he drinking to the point of unconsciousness? Izuku barely touched alcohol even when drinking with friends. Why was Izuku out at such an hour? Izuku always headed straight home after work or doing grocery. As soon as Shouto parked, he hurriedly got off, rushing in the establishment. He looked around the poorly lit place until his eyes locked on a large figure hunched over the bar counter, two staff members tapping him only for whiny grunts and irritated shrugs to answer. He walked closer and indeed, it was Izuku, disheveled curls and a growing undercut, the crisp white dress shirt Shouto had bought and platinum watch giving his identity right away. His blazer was folded neatly beside his folded, muscular arms that barely fitted in the dress shirt, and his tie hung over his shoulder, further worrying Shouto. "Izuku," he whispered, getting the staff's attention. Shouto curtly nodded in acknowledgement before he turned back to his husband. "Izuku, wake up," Shouto mumbled, ruffling the green-haired man's locks while gently tapping his arm. The other's head finally rose, and under the dim lights did Shouto see unfocused emerald eyes, flushed, freckled cheeks and a lazy, cheeky smile. "Heyyyyy, pretty," Izuku chuckled, borderline giggling as he smiled at Shouto. "You're drunk." The older just chuckled again when the younger stated the obvious. He shook his head while laughing, readily accepting the arms pulling up and supporting his trembling figure up. After receiving some help from the staff, Shouto managed to sling Izuku's arm around his neck before mumbling a brief thanks and turning to the door. It was certainly difficult to maneuver them since Izuku was too bulky and heavy for him. Shouto was gritting his teeth as he tried to keep them from wobbling when a finger poked his cheek. "Wahhhh, you look like my husband," was Izuku's amused remark, laughing to himself as he incessantly poked Shouto's soft cheek. "I am your husband," Shouto replied, pausing to haul Izuku up by the arm again as they neared the car. "Whaaaaat?" Izuku's head tilted to the side, squinting under the flickering lamp post before giggling. "My kidnapper looks like my husband!" "It's me, Shouto." They were finally before the car, and with difficulty, Shouto opened it, sitting Izuku on the passenger's seat. Izuku chuckled as he took a deep inhale of the lavender air freshener. "Even your car smells like my husband's." "Izuku," Shouto sighed, pressing the older towards the backrest and fixing his seatbelt. "I am your husband, Midoriya Shouto." "That's impossible." The inebriated man shook his head, brows knitting and lips pressed into a thin line. His index finger wagged in the air as he eyed Shouto critically through narrowed eyes. "My husband would never come for me." The words said so casually felt like acid was poured on Shouto. "But I did come." Izuku slumped on the backrest, turning to the side when Shouto closed the door and rushed to the other side. "Nah, he won't come for something this trivial. Shoucchan didn't even come home for our anniversary last week." "It was just a dating anniversary, Izuku, not our wedding one." Shouto put on his own seatbelt before turning his keys and starting the engine. "'Just.' Sounds like what my husband would say." Perhaps alcohol really altered someone's behavior, because no way in hell did Shouto ever hear a sober Izuku speaking this way to him… speaking about him. Must be the pent up, suppressed resentment, not that Shouto could ever blame Izuku. They were leaving the parking lot when Shouto spoke again. "I'm really sorry, Izuku. I really couldn't come home last week." "Of course. Why would you come home to me if I don't know you?" was the answer. Was Izuku this stubborn and edgy when drunk? Shouto gave up trying to prove his identity. A large hand tugged on his sleeve and he briefly looked at the rearview mirror to see his husband staring at him. "Mmm?" "Mr. Driver," wow, he's Mr. Driver now, "I'll pay you triple. I just need to take a drag." Shouto almost stomped on the brakes. Shouto looked back and forth at Izuku and the road. "You want what?" Izuku's long index finger settled on his own lips, making a small shushing sound as his other hand reached for his pocket and got his wallet. "I got this. I'll pay. I just… need a drag. My head kinda aches." When did Izuku start relying on vices? Izuku slammed several bills in the glove compartment box and without even waiting for Shouto's answer, he opened the car window. Shouto turned the aircon off and slowed down, not believing his eyes as Izuku got a nearly empty box of cigarettes and a lighter. A stick hung between Izuku's lips, and Izuku lit it like he had been doing this for long. Shouto wondered. How come he never smelled those cancer sticks on Izuku? "I didn't know you smoke." "Neither does my husband know," Izuku slurred before puffing a smoke. "He's certainly too busy working and fooling around with his lover, lovers, whatever, to bother coming home and checking up on me." This time, Shouto definitely slammed his foot on the brakes. "Oops." The cigarette was thrown forward from his lips, and Izuku picked it up before throwing it out. "Careful, Mister." "Izuku." Shouto turned to his husband, deaf to the honking behind them. Blue and gray eyes were wide open, pale lips trembling as he struggled to find his voice. Izuku chuckled, lighting another cigarette as if nothing happened. "What? I know my husband is f@ck@ng with other people. What's the big deal?" Shouto's ears rang and blood drained from his face. "I-I-Izuku… H-How did you...?" "Out of the way!" Someone from behind yelled, and Shouto's trembling fingers clutched the steering wheel as he turned towards the road edge and drove as much as his shaky form could allow. "I-I-Izuku, I—" "Mister, you know that feeling? Your husband will come home, and when you kiss him, his clothes smell different. He smells different." Cold sweat beaded on Shouto's forehead. "M-Maybe he changed his perfume?" "Nahhh. Shouto prefers women's perfume yet his clothes smell like faint men's perfume nowadays, like it just, uhhh, rubbed on him." "Who knows. He might have liked it yet you don't know." "Maybe Shouto will hide that too from me, like how he hides his schedules when he says he has business trips and training seminars or something." Shouto turned pale. Izuku was on his second cigarette already. "On the few times he accepts my offer to have s@x, he's quite loose like he just finished." "Y-You think so?" "Mmm." "M-Maybe he's just masturbating?" "Eyyy, you don't know my husband. Shoucchan loves s@x so much. Why use toys when his husband is just there?" Shouto didn't know what to say. "Maybe my size isn't enough, or my techniques suck for him?" "N-N-No. That's not true." "You're speaking as if you already tasted me, Mister." Izuku chuckled. "But really, you can tell by mere signs. When he barely made love with me anymore, I already know." "T-Then why don't you cheat too?" Izuku cackled hollowly. "Hey, hey, are you hinting something?" "N-No. What I'm saying is—" "I'm not stupid, Mister. I know fans like you." By the manner Izuku spoke, he had been in situations in which people chased after him… And he always said 'no.' "Mister, don't get me wrong. You're very beautiful and you seem nice but sorry, I don't want to hurt my husband." The words hit Shouto, hard. "He hurts you," Shouto's throat felt taut and his eyes burned. "W-Why won't you do the same?" "Huh? Because I love him." Izuku answered matter-of-factly, brows furrowed in bewilderment at the question. Shouto never felt so small. "My apologies but I love my Shocchan so much to bother looking at someone else." Izuku garbled amidst his yawn. He threw his cigarette outside, slightly sticking his hand out as their car headed to a more secluded one-way street. "I… I just can't stop loving him, you know. Even if he doesn't love me anymore—" "H-He loves you," was Shouto's hurried answer, and Izuku was shaking his head. "Nah." His eyes fluttered shut. "I always loved him more than he loved me." "If you think so then why can't you leave your unfaithful husband?" "Because I love him." Shouto was getting frustrated. Izuku knew of his unfaithfulness. Izuku knew too much, that much, yet he was stupid, a stupid idiot keeping to himself instead of lashing out on Shouto, sticking by his side and pouring him all the love he didn't deserve. Izuku was so stupid… and Shouto was so cruel. Shouto's frustrations were more directed to his own self, to his shameful self, because how could he do this to Izuku? How could he inflict this much pain on someone who treated him like he was glass? How could he look at others when Izuku gazed at him as if he was the rarest pearl to exist? Shouto was stupid, so f@ck@ng stupid. "Your husband is trash. He doesn't deserve you." "Say what you want, but nothing will change the fact that I cherish him that much." Izuku mumbled. "I'm already blessed being able to spend many happy years with Shouto and being given a chance to hold him like he is still mine." Shouto's lips quivered. "He is yours. Only yours." "He belongs to himself, and now that I think about it, his heart isn't mine either." Shouto's vision blurred. "What if he tells you to go?" Izuku was still drunk, apparent in his slurring, yet his resolve was loud and clear. "Then I will go." Panic aroused in Shouto. "I thought you loved him. Why won't you hold on?" Izuku drawled out his answer, yawning again as sleepiness gradually took over his weary senses. "Because he asked me to, because he doesn't need me anymore."  No, no.  "But you need him." "Only his needs matter to me. Shoucchan has always been tough, yet he became even stronger, and I can see that he isn't the broken boy I once knew. He can fare by without me."  No, no. "I… H-He still needs you, wants you, loves you." "You don't intentionally hurt people you love." 
   I'm sorry. 
 "I guess I've been too boring for Shoucchan." 
   I'm sorry. 
 "Two decades, we knew each other, and it's like I already had shown and given whatever I could. I'm inadequate now." "No, Izuku, no." Shouto turned to a curve, grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white. "You're more than enough." "You think so?" Izuku chuckled weakly. "My, my, would have been lovely if my husband is like you or that you became my husband but we don't choose who we fall in love with, I guess." A tear fell down Shouto's cold cheek. "So what do you plan to do about this?" "I'll just wait until he comes around." Izuku got another cigarette, yet his nearly empty lighter's flint wheel won't drive down anymore. He heaved a sigh as he put it back in his pocket. "Actually, I'm planning to get divorce papers tomorrow." Air seemed to be knocked out of Shouto. His voice was barely above a whisper. "Huh? Why… why? You just said that you won't give up lest he wants to." "Mmm, but with how things between us are transpiring now, I'm certain that he'll ask to split up soon. At least, I'll be ready and save him from the hassle of getting the papers." No, no. Never, no. "Why are you doing this much for him?" "I already told you. I love him so, so much, and I just hope he finds the happiness he deserves in someone he really loves." Shouto couldn't take it anymore. Shouto suddenly pulled over at a curb and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Uhhh, Mister, are we here alre—" The man was soon drowning in the arms of the 'stranger,' the latter crying. "Izuku," Shouto sobbed, burying his face on his neck. "I'm sorry, really sorry!" "Hey, get off," Izuku tapped Shouto's back. "I told you, I'm married. I don't want anyone to… see… ackkk, tight." "Izuku, sorry. I'm so sorry," he uttered all over again even though he knew it would never erase all the hurt he inflicted on his Izuku. "I was selfish. All you did was love me but I just gave you pain in return." "I'm not your…" Izuku trailed off. His large hand was soon caressing the driver's back and soft locks, just making Shouto feel more undeserving of Izuku's kindness. "Shhhh. It's alright." "It isn't."  Everything's wrong.  "I hurt you, barely gave you the bare minimum… I f@ck@d up, Izuku. I f@ck@d up." Izuku's voice was soft, so tender, so loving. "I'm not your lover but I'm sure he already forgave you." Izuku's arms tightened around the other. Shouto was melting, melting from the warm, welcoming arms wrapped around him, the soothing rubs on his back, arms and head, and the comforting whispers to his ears. How could Shouto forget about this? How could Shouto seek warmth from another when here his drunk husband was, so gentle and warm even to someone he perceived as a stranger? This very warmth had the teenager him falling for Izuku, so what happened to him? Shouto was horrible, so horrible. Izuku didn't have to hold him, to comfort him, yet here he was, giving Shouto what he didn't deserve. "You seem like a wonderful person, someone capable of giving love, and it will be hard for your lover to endure being mad at you." Shouto shook his head. "I… I don't deserve him." "It isn't too late to make it up to him if you really love him." Shouto didn't have to look at his husband to know that he wore that small, sweet encouraging smile of his, the smile that brought life to the then dead, empty Todoroki Shouto. "As long as the world revolves, as long as time doesn't cease to exist, you still have a chance to show him how much he matters to you." "...you're right." Shouto parted, from Izuku, his Izuku who wore an unwavering smile as if he was not hurting. It was never too late.. was it? If he told the truth to Izuku, a sober Izuku, would he still want him? Awkward silence ensued after a large hand patted Shouto's head, and soon, the engine was running again. Izuku closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat again, slouching. "Mr. Shoucchan look-alike, just wake me up when I'm home. I don't want my Shoucchan to see me like this." "...why? Afraid he'll be mad?" "He'll probably cry." Shouto was indeed crying. "If he is at home, that is." "He is." Shouto breathed out, wiping his remaining tears with the back of his hand. He looked through the rearview mirror and smiled whilst sniffling. His hand carefully crept on Izuku's hand, fingers slipping through the gaps and squeezing. "He'll be home, and he will be yours and yours only, even if you don't want him anymore... promise." Izuku's lips curled up as his body relaxed. "I'm glad."'
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