#mha rarepairs

Wow, is it the 19th already? dang. Oh well. I definitely thought I would be posting a lot more this month but of course I had a case of the *Anxiety* which is a big yikes on my part. Anyways, this one is based off of real experiences (not fun ones) because that always happens when I end up in a less than happy situation with a cockroach. This one has been saved in my drafts for a while and I only just finished it in October, so I hope it’s ~*~*humorous*~*~ n stuff.

Prompt: Day 19 - 3am

Ship: Hitomina (Shinsou x Mina)

Word count: 1,817

I know this is a really rarepair but please no ship criticism or hate!

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It was quiet in Hitoshi’s room. The lights were out and the only thing illuminating the space was the moon shining through his thin purple drapes. His dreams were pleasant, too.

Nothing disturbing or weird. Not something involving the philosophy of quirks or human society (he had too many dreams about that to the point where he thought it was a little concerning).

Hitoshi’s covers wrapped around his body nicely, keeping him warm and in comfort. He would trade a lot to have more nights like this.

Subtle, calm, sleepy, pleasant…

And suddenly that all ended when he snapped awake from his dreams.

His vision was blurry and he could feel something nudging him and probably staring at him.

“Shinsou… Shinsou…!” He heard a girlish voice whisper.

He groaned in response and squinted to focus on the face in front of him. Pink. “Hm?” Hitoshi tried to speak but his mouth was dry so he hummed instead.

“Hey, you’re awake!” She silently cheers, clasping her hands together.

He moved his neck to the side to get a better look at her face. “Ashido?” He mumbled. “What are you doing here?”

“So I need your help.” She begins with a hopeful gleam in her eye.

“With what? and why at…” He glances at his digital alarm clock on his desk. “3am?”

“I saw a roach in my bathroom.”

“What?”

“Cockroach. In my bathroom.” She says, something hidden in her voice. “I need your help killing it—or preferably you kill it.”

“Wait—“ Hitoshi sits up right, forcing the sleepiness right out of him. “Why?”

Ashido stares at him like he’s an idiot and he might as well be. “Shinsou,” she scoffs. “It’s a roach.”

He sighs. Right. “Why couldn’t you wake up Bakugou?”

She stares at him again. “Wake up Bakugou? I don’t think so. He’d kill me before the roach.”

“Kirishima?”

“He’s not that manly.”

Hitoshi sighed once more. “Alright, ok. I’ll kill it.” He threw his covers off him.

“Oh, thank you, Shinsou!” The pink girl wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“Uh-huh.” He crawls out of bed and lets Ashido lead the way to her room.

She opened her bedroom door and as soon as he was a few steps in, she slid behind him so he could go first. “Where is it?” He asks when she closes the door and she points to the bathroom.

Hitoshi turned the handle and flicked the light on, momentarily blinding the both of them, filing up the space with bright light. His eyes scan the smaller space until something catches the corner of his vision. But right when he was only expecting to see a measly sewage beetle, he shivers then jumps back, almost landing on the girl behind him. “Holy—“ He did not want to go near that.

The bug was seated on a brightly colored shampoo bottle by one of the far corners of the bathtub. “There’s something wrong with that.” Hitoshi says, eyeing it with disgust.

“If you kill it, you’ll be awarded the highest level of prizes!” Ashido sheepishly grins. “Never seeing it again.”

Good enough for me, Hitoshi thought, but the only issue is the fact that he didn’t want to go near it. “Shoe.” He says simply and moving his hand in a grabbing motion before Ashido ran to her closet for one of her gym shoes.

Hitoshi kept his distance from the monstrosity as he dug around under the sink for a can of Lysol or cleaner. He grabbed a can of Lysol and then locked eyes with the roach. “You got this, Shinsou!” Ashido cheered.

Lysol in one hand, he nudged closer to it, taking careful steps. He had to physically make himself extend his arm to spray in its direction while Ashido gave him a thumbs up as he did so.

He took a deep breath and tried not to scream as he finally sprayed it. The cockroach scuttled around frantically and fell into the bathtub, moving around back and forth trying to spot its attacker. Just when Hitoshi thought his job was done and he was going to leave to his room again, something fluttered underneath the roach’s shell.

Oh, shoot. his brain whispers. The roach has frickin’ wings.

The cockroach fluttered upwards and re-situated itself on the side of the bathtub. Ashido squealed, clearly panicked while Hitoshi screamed and jumped back again, and if this was a cartoon, he was sure he would have jumped into the pink girl’s arms bridal-style. “It’s still alive?!” Ashido yelped.

Hitoshi now felt extremely grossed out and didn’t really want to put in the effort to kill it, not because he didn’t want to, but because… well, it had wings. That changed everything. Hitoshi eyed it from some distance away, then the roach made eye contact. Ew. he shuttered. But not a moment later, and the thing was trucking down the side of the bathtub, attempting to get revenge on the person who sprayed it with scented disinfectant spray. A scream was building it’s way to Hitoshi’s throat. “Move the curtain! Move the curtain!” Ashido urged, pointing to the white shower curtain the bug was about to touch any second.

Hitoshi grabbed the curtain and brought it forward before the cockroach could crawl on it. The purple haired boy looked around on the tub. It’s gone? he moved his head around and Ashido stepped forward, attempting to locate the roach. “Where’d it go…” she mumbled, sharing the boy’s confusion.

“Teleportation quirk.” Hitoshi suggested. Could bugs have quirks?

She shuttered, crossing her arms over her chest. “I guess it’s gone.” but before Hitoshi could agree, the dreaded thing crawled around the wall, too close to Hitoshi’s face for him to feel comfortable. The two yelped in unison and stumbled away, both wrapping their arms around each other, seeking comfort.

The roach was now sizing them from it’s place on the door frame, the other two–who’s eyes were now the size of saucers–were gluing their eyes to it. “You think it’ll try to attack us?” Ashido whispered.

If Hitoshi were in his right mind, and not high on adrenaline and sleepiness, he’d say ‘no’. It was a stupid bug. But because he’s not, Yes, he does think that. That thing will probably scuttled down the wall and shoot lasers at them.

The two teens awkwardly pulled their arms from each other and scooted closer to the door. “I’m too tired for this.” Hitoshi muttered, standing up right. “I want it dead.”

The girl sat up next to him, and then stared in the direction of the roach. “What if it has some special quirk–It’s moving!” Ashido began to aggressively point at the large bug crawling up the wall.

Hitoshi tightened his grip on the Lysol can. “If it comes even close to touching my hair,” Hitoshi lifted his arm up to spray it. “I will lose it and thoroughly blame it on you, Ashido.”

He hit the button on the can and the cockroach began to flutter, to which he responded my covering his head and ducking while running back to the door. “When that thing’s dead, remind me to pay you back.” she stammers.

“Sure,” he replies, watching the bug scuttle furiously to the border between the wall and the ceiling. “It’s getting too high.”

“You’re a tree, you can reach it.” she states.

“Yes, but that means I’ll be closer to it.” he says simply. “Meaning, I could spray it and it could fall down my shirt sleeve, or get in my hair, or, in general, touch me.”

Ashido shivers again. “I guess you’re right.”

Hitoshi and the pink girl ended up huddled in the corner by the door and a good amount of feet away from the insect. “What do we do if it stays up there?” she asks in a quieter tone.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Hitoshi shifts his weight. “But for now, I really don’t want to go near it.”

The girl nods along and focuses her dark eyes onto it.

Minutes passed after that with casual conversation between the two teenagers. Things like their current classmates (“Midoriya still breaking his bones?” “It’s less, actually!”), the English homework they were supposed to have handed in that day (“Haven’t touched it. I think that man is out to get us.”), or basic questions like what’s the weather going to be like (but they didn’t know what either because they never touched the weather app).

They might have been bonding.

And there was no suspicious activity from the large bug on the bright wall. Well. So they thought. “Shinsou, it’s moving again!” Ashido grabbed the taller boy’s arm and shook it to get his attention.

His eyes shot up like a bullet to look at the bug and clutched the Lysol can in his hand. The dark colored insect scuttled on the wall they were closest to and seemed to have locked it’s seemingly non-existent eyes with the two for what felt like the tenth time and it might have been.

Hitoshi didn’t want to be here right now. During the day, this probably would have been fine. But since it was currently around 3:30, it was not fine. “Ah, come on, Shinsou!” Ashido was pretty close to begging. “Be a man and spray it!”

Of course, she knew where her purple haired counter part was coming from–being scared and all–but she was getting tiered and freaked out by the size of the cockroach and wanted to sleep. “Oh my gosh–fine.” he slumps, wearily approaching the creature. He extended his arm and pressed the release trigger and watched the bug squirm. “Ep!” the boy let out a scream that was only fit for 8 year-old of the opposite gender and stepped back frantically.

Hitoshi gathered all his strength to reach out again and hit it once more with the spray cleaner. The roach fell to its doom and landed on the hard tile floor. Mental Hitoshi was howling a fierce battle cry and trudging to his fallen enemy but since he couldn’t do that because of the hour, he very quickly slapped it as hard as he could with the small gym shoe and let out another girlish shriek before pulling back again. “Yay!” Ashido cheered, clinging to the other boy with a wide grin spread over her face.

“Can I sleep now?”

Ashido nods quickly and tears off a stack of toilet paper to clean the crime scene up with. Hitoshi slipped out of the bathroom and was about to pass out again when Ashido called him. “Hey, Shinsou!” she flushed the toilet, ridding the world of the foul creature. “Thanks a bunch.” her face was painted with her signature Ashido smile.

He gave her one last look. “Sure thing, Ashido.” he left her room to find his own to slip into another deep slumber.

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Here’s my first work for bnha rarepair month. I liked the way it came out but maybe it could be better ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Some parts might be a bit slow but sometimes describing scenes gets a little hard for me hehe. I’m also really not sure how much of the days I’ll participate in because huehue *finger guns* I’m uncreative when it comes to one-word prompts.

Prompt: Day 1 - Meetup

Pairing: Huwumi (Hawks x Fuyumi)

Word count: 1,000 words

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Fuyumi stared at the blinking, neon red numbers at the top of the elevator, anxiously waiting to hear the sweet ding noise to let her know she was at the right floor. How many floors were in here anyway? She adjusted the large stack of papers crumpled between her hands and her chin to realize her wrist was cramping from the weight of the heaping mound of files and reports.

The elevator made that classic bing! noise and the doors opened, revealing a crowded room full of desks and busy Pro Heroes running from one room to the other, answering calls and running past her to get to the elevator to an emergency call. Fuyumi self-consciously straightened her posture in front of the sidekicks, her eyes frantically switching between staring at the two very large double doors at the end of the room or the loud and bustling heroes surrounding her at all angles with only a few stopping to glance at her.

One person, a tall man with brightly colored orange hair and cargo pants, ran past her and bumped her shoulder at unfair speeds, causing the top file to fall from her neat tower to the ground with a disappointing smack.

Fuyumi frowned at the dull cream colored file sitting on the darkly colored carpet. The stack of papers wobbled in her arms as she made for the thick file. “Need a hand?” a voice casually said, picking up the untidy folder before her.

He met her at eye level (but he was still taller than her, merely looking down since he was a head taller) and smiled kindly. “Oh, thanks!” Fuyumi says nervously.

“No problem.” he says, holding the file loosely in one hand. The sunlight that was streaming in through the windows almost matched his golden hair. The warm hue was a contrast to his huge red wings that stretched around them like a wall of soft feathers. Fuyumi guesses his wings have something to do with his quirk.

“I’m Fuyumi.” she’s able to move the stack into one barely supportive hand and reaches her other hand out, her abrupt motion causes her over sized glasses to slide down her nose.

He reaches for her hand and shakes. “Hawks. You work here?” She assumes he’s a Pro.

“Nope.” she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose then readjusts the papers into both hands again. “I’m just making a delivery. My Dad’s Endeavor, he left all of this at the house and he needs them today.”

Hawks nods understandingly. If he was being honest, he wouldn’t have guessed Endeavor had a home, much less a family. “You need any help with it?”

“Huh–oh, carrying this? Um, sure.” she hesitantly extends her arms out so he can grab at the heavy stack, suddenly relieved that it was lighter now. “Do you work here?”

“Not yet,” he jokes with a grin plastered across his face. “I’m a work study for now.”

“Oh?” she thinks. “What’s it like working here?”

“Hm, boring.” Hawks shakes his head dramatically. “I’m Endeavor’s errand boy for now.” he leans closer to white haired girl. “But I think he’s afraid I’ll surpass him.”

She let herself smile; however she was nervous even coming here and it was even worse she had to interact with him. Here’s to hoping he’s on patrol. Fuyumi mentally held up a champagne glass. “Are you in the hero course? You know, since you’re Endeavor’s daughter and all.” his words catch her off guard.

Fuyumi shakes her head, clutching the already crumpled papers. “I’m not.” she focuses her eyes on the doors that seem miles away. “I’m planning on going to school to get a degree in child development.”

Hawks nods his head again. With every other word and lively movement, the skirt of her jersey dress bumps around herself. She was like an awkward, expressive bouncy ball of nerves. “Here we are.” he says, opening one of the large doors to her father’s office, letting her in first.

There’s a few windows in the room with all except one covered by deep red curtains that match the carpet. She’d never been in his office, or his agency for that matter. He sits behind his desk, a ball of orange flames going over paper work. “Uh, hey, Dad.” Fuyumi says, almost in a quieter tone to when she was talking with the other boy, conveniently looking away from the No.2 Hero as Hawks drops his bundle on the desk (which he proceeds to lean against). “I got all your things.”

He drops his pen against the dark oak desk and then looks in between his daughter and intern. “Thank you, Fuyumi.” he says, flicking his hand to let her know to set her half down then sends the winged student a less than threatening glare.

She carefully set her stack beside a (more likely than not) fake plant and stared at her feet. “You can go now.” Endeavor clicks his pen open again and continues to harshly fill out the paper work.

The winged boy flicks his yellow eyes between the two. Fuyumi turns around to leave and Hawks follows her out, making subtle glances at the hero behind him. He closes the door as she adjusts her loose fitted cropped shrug back on her pale shoulder. Hawks thought the whole interaction was just weird. Is he that detached? “So, you coming back again or something?” Hawks asks, nonchalantly.

Fuyumi has a look on her face as if she was just snapped out of a trance. “Oh no, probably not.” she purses her pink lips. “This is actually my first time here.”

“Hm,”

“I should get going.” Fuyumi flashes him a polite smile before holding up a hand to wave him bye. “It was nice meeting you, Hawks.”

Hawks waves and aims a small smile at the girl as she turns her back to go through the jumble and bustle of the office floor. “I’ll see you around Fuyumi.”

**NO SHIP HATE**