Shadewood I only wish we weren't friends

there was relief in hearing that it was a challenging feat to accomplish – losing the love of another. while she was positive in her affirmation that he could never do something to cause the same result, the young star child worried, nonetheless. it was childish, but he was still very young and his ideas of how emotions were formed and how they transitioned over time was limited to what he had experienced. deku knew only that he loved his mother and father more than the air that he breathed. he even loved orochi, though his brother was something frightening when things did not go his way.
 
“can dad fix? he can make better?” deku then prompted with a hopeful glittering in the puppy blue of his gaze. whether it was true or not, the young boy wanted to think that it was possible for his parents to reconcile their differences and find what had brought them together in the first place. so young, and already so full of hopes that would never come true.