I actually ended up shipping these two so hard and my heart </3 "It's not what it looks like!" she cried. I raised an eyebrow, "You sneaking into my room because you had another nightmare is what it looks like!" Izzy flushes red and takes another step into my territory. A sigh leaves my lips. I should have been preparing for another night of sleep interrupted but I can’t bring myself to kick her out. I grab my torch so we can start to set up a few blankets and a mattress on the floor. The bags under her eyes are huge representing that while I have slept peacefully Izzy has not had the same experience. “Thank you.” Is all she says before she helps me dig out blankets from my wardrobe. She grabs one and places it on the floor before I grab another one feeling the silky sensation run down my fingers before I place my hand on my friends shoulder. As expected, she melts into my touch and is putty in my hands. I give her a reassuring squeeze before I ask her, “Was it about that again?” Izzy does not respond verbally, instead settling on nodding her head and wiping away her tears. In that moment I feel the responsibility she feels every day. She works so hard all day every day to keep the pressure off herself, to listen to us talk about whatever makes us feel down and it is only the third time she has come to me from fear of whatever plagues her. “You can cry, c’mon Iz I was there when you grazed your knee all those years ago and you shrieked about how it was broken. Now? When you hear a snap you make sure it was not any of us before you stand up and brace the pain. You don’t have to now. Iz?” I start weaving my fingers in her hair in an attempt to calm her and lower her defences. I haven’t done it years if it even works now is unknown to me. The second I pull on a knot she breaks and sobs come from her no matter how hard she tries to keep them in. Accepting her defeat she leans her head in on mine and starts to wash my clothes with her tears, “Yeah?” I smile when she responds and speak up, “Let us if not me, help you. We all miss her but I know it hurts the most for you. Iz you need to rest, you have a job to continue tomorrow.” She nods before she shuts her eyes and falls asleep almost instantly in my embrace. It is in these moments I hate the system, we save the pedestrians and the leader of your foundation saves you. The people who save the leader, we all know they do not care. They do not care that Izzy at fifteen is putting through pain no one else can imagine, they need her alive and working. Love and emotions are a distraction to her. I should block them off as well yet while she is curled in my lap looking peaceful for the first time in years I cannot find it in myself to care what they say. My heart is warm and fuzzy with her nearby. I look at her again and I come to a conclusion. Screw the rules and the hierarchy, I would die for her. -563 words- Song is despacito >:3
