Title: A Lie and Two Truths
Pairing: Aizawa/Shiraishi
Summary: Aizawa and his inner turmoils, mostly caused by a certain staff-leader.
Notes: I was trying to get back to writing and continue all my stories (and write new ones) when I found the prompt in the title! Also this is quite different from what I have written so far but I want the challenge and I learn a lot from writing this. I hope you guys enjoy this very short drabble!
Words are everlasting. Even when time changes and the meaning behind fades.
Maybe that's why he usually opts not to say a lot of it.
He's scared of forever and what it could do to him. When he said something though, it's comprised of truth as he saw no purpose in conveying lies.
"I'm sorry. I have no intention of returning to lifesaving."
That was supposed to be the truth, but why is he finding himself sounding like more of a liar as time goes by?
Maybe he's afraid of the the way her eyes pierce through his, knocking on every door possible.
He pretends not to hear it.
It's an endless abyss of escape, what he's running from he didn't even know.
He's a man of resolve, what his brain puts him to do he sees the end of it as there's nothing holding him back.
He likes it, the unchained wings of freedom he's always lived with.
He'll by no means live by anybody else's belief let alone be concerned of what people think of him.
He's never shaken, always knew what he wants.
He knows where he belongs (sort of).
He learnt to find serenity in the ground of predictables but he can't deny he'd also find the excitement of unthinkables he heard from her stories reaching out to his soul as it always did.
He barely manages to restrain himself thinking it's for the greater good at the cost of what he didn't know important, at least the result spoke millions, he thought as he consoles himself.
But a mere glimpse of her forlorn expression sends his resolve crumbling.
He couldn't help but be of help to her, delivering a ray of hope he didn't intend to. As the lives of the people unceremoniously defeat his willpower one way or another, he still attempts to run.
And finally the heavens decided to reprimand him in the form of her helpless plea, urging his insides to break free from the fortress he built himself.
"That's enough. I understood. I will go to the scene."
He gives in, letting her desperation tore down the last bit of defense he supposedly have.
It's almost as if warmth envelopes his whole-being and he's reborn, the wind caressing his face brought all the memories etched on his brain.
He decides it's time to stop deceiving himself. He's going back to be the honest man he is, whatever the consequences are.
He doesn't know where he's going but somehow he places a great deal of faith in the power of words for once to guide him.
"You're interesting."
He just hopes that she will understand.