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XOXO - Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader
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Welcome to the fifth of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! Fifth up is Hitoshi Shinsou with the candy heart saying “XOXO”. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February!
Prompt: The little notes slipped onto your desk by a secret admirer have you hiding your smile and twirling your hair. Just who is writing his way into your heart?
A/N: And here’s the sixth! This one I actually wrote with a friend on FT, so that was pretty fun! I am sorry to say that the final fic, Levi’s, will have to be postponed to tomorrow - I have some school work that has to be done tonight unfortunately, so only this one for now - but, the last fic of the Candy Hearts Club will be up tomorrow! I hope you all enjoy!
Word Count: 1.1K
You look exceptionally gorgeous today.
You have my heart.
Your smile lights up the room.
At the end of each sweet note written on notebook paper is an XOXO. No name, no symbolism on who it could be. Just an anonymous, secret admirer, and it made you feel like a schoolgirl in a tropey romance movie. As soon as you found them on your desk, you’d sweep them up and put them straight into your backpack to save until you could read them in the privacy of your own dorm room. Each note held a special place in your heart, all of them either pulling you out of a particularly sad afternoon or lifting your already high spirits on a good day. They were so in tune with your feelings and said all of the right things that you had to savor them.
In a pretty little shoebox that you had just recently decorated and intended to be for UA memories, the notes lay. Folded up, scattered inside that pretty little box were the keys to your heart.
“What have you got there Y/N/N?” Your best friends teasing voice weaves its way into your ears as he snatches the folded bit of notebook paper. Filled with a sense of urgency you take it right back from him and hold it close to your heart.
“None of your business, that’s what.” You respond, eyeing your friend warily. However, if there’s something that Hitoshi Shinsou doesn’t do, it’s quit.
“Nope,” he says, popping the p to further annoy you, “you’ve got something juicy don’t you.” He says, prying further. You bring up your foot to push him back as far away from you as you could so he’s basically across from you in the little study room you two were supposed to be reviewing material for the upcoming test in.
“It’s nothing,” you say, shaking your head to try and get his attention off of you. It was a stupid, stupid decision to open it up with him around - you just couldn’t wait anymore to read it. But just as you were about to unfold the carefully folded paper, he just had to set his eyes upon it.
“It’s certainly not nothing since you’re blushing like a fool over there.” Your eyes narrow at his words and you cross your arms.
“I am not a fool, that is for sure. This is all warranted.” You proclaim, motioning to your face.
“Why, did you get a bad grade on your report card or something?” He asks, clearly trying to get you to reveal what exactly was in the little piece of paper. And finally, you relent.
“It is a love note okay? There, I said it. And it kinda means a lot to me, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep it private.” Clear passion leaking from your voice, Shinsou’s gaze towards you turns from playful teasing to one of utter shock. “You don’t believe me,” you scoff, rolling your eyes.
“N-no, I believe you.” You raise an eyebrow in disbelief.
“Uh huh, sure. Wait there, I’ll be back.”
In your hands, the shoebox. In front of you, a visibly sweating Shinsou.
“You wanted proof? Here’s proof.” You huff, flipping the lid open.
“I never wanted proof,” Shinsou mumbled but one look from you shushed him.
“See? Love notes. Loads of ‘em. It’s not a one time thing, not a joke. Some guy in this school really loves me, and dammit, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him too!”
“What if you don’t even know him?” The purple-haired boy prompts, causing you to pause for a moment. What if you didn’t know him? Maybe he was just some rando who decided to use you on a case study to see if a love note would affect a person’s work ethic or psyche. But, you had a feeling he wasn’t something about the way a voice seemed to be in his words and even the writing - it seemed so… familiar.
“I still think I’d love him.” When Shinsou looks at you, he sees a girl in love, and he loves that expression on your face. He loves that, secretly, he was the one who put that there.
“Hey Y/N/N.”
“Do. Not. Tease me.”
“I won’t. But just hear me out.” You settle into the chair next to him and prop your head up on the back of it. “What if you found out that I was the one that sent you those letters.”
“I told you not to make fun.” You sigh, but the Shinsou come closer to you.
“I’m not.” A beat of silence passes and the tension in the room is so thick it would have to take a meat cleaver to cut through it.
“Prove it.” You whisper. He nods and swivels his chair around to the desk, ripping out a piece of paper from his notebook. It’s horrible, painstaking seconds before he folds the piece of paper and places it gently in the palm of your hand, curling your fingers around it. Swallowing deeply, you unfold the paper and you suck in your breath. The handwriting is identical. You hear Shinsou’s sarcastically wonderful voice hold true through the graphite words. But something was missing. You don’t even realize that your eyes are misting when you look back up at him.
“You forgot to put the XOXO.” Without hesitation, Shinsou cups both of your cheeks with his hands, almost cradling them, and kisses you. It’s the kind of kiss that knocks you off your feet and like your gasping for air after drowning in the ocean. It’s over quickly, lasting for only a second, and you’re shell shocked as he pulls away from you. “I guess there they are,” you say, breathless.
“So you love me then?” He poses, a grin appearing across his face.
“Well I know you love me. What with all of your ‘you make my heart sing’ notes.”
“Did I say that? I don’t think I did,” He quips, gathering you up into his arms. You laugh and grab the shoebox, holding it close to the both of you.
“I could probably dig into this and fish one out,” you joke back, earning a laugh from him.
“I think it’s cute you kept them all. I thought you’d at least thrown one out by now,”
“No way!” You protest, playfully slapping his arm. “You took a lot of time writing those and thinking about them. Unless you just searched up a list of cute sayings.”
“Never, Y/N/N.” You sigh and let yourself fully lean against him, relishing in his embrace. “XOXO, Toshi.”
“XOXO Y/N.”
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Welcome to the third of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! Our third boy up is Hitoshi Shinsou with the candy heart saying “Be Mine”. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February!
Prompt: Shinso doesn’t do overly lovey-dovey stuff. He’s not a ‘show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a heart box full of chocolate’ type of guy. But now he has you, and well… he’s just a little more romantic nowadays.
A/N: Hi guys! Here is the third part of the Valentine’s Day event! Again, I’m so sorry this is coming out a bit later than expected, but it’s here nevertheless! There will be more works coming out in the days leading up to Valentine’s Day, so be on the lookout - I hope you all enjoy, and as always, just comment or message me if you’d like to be added to the masterlist! ENJOY!!!
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When Shinsou thought about the whole “boyfriend” gig, it wasn’t really his speed. Everything from the media to real life has told him that boyfriends are supposed to be taking their significant others out on dates every other week and buying them jewelry and showing up at their doors with flowers every morning. Frankly, to him, it seemed exhausting. That’s why when he thought about getting into a relationship, he would make sure it would be chill and casual, nothing to stress about or sweat over.
But then you came along and so quickly did he drop those thoughts of casualty. It’s like everything about you makes him melt into a puddle. Your academic prowess makes him impressed beyond belief as he’s able to sit back and marvel as you answer every question Present Mic poses you. Your ability to hang out with absolutely anyone and manage to have a good time - which is saying something since Monama and Bakugou are looped into that bunch - makes him smile. Everything you do makes him want to shower you in love and affection all the time - which was a completely unnatural and terrifying feeling to him… but also exciting.
Walking around with you by his side and his arm wrapped around your waist gave him such a high he couldn’t explain it. Maybe it had something to do with the competing aromas of the different plants and flowers that found purchase within the beautiful plant conservatory the two of you were walking around in. Maybe it was the type of perfume you always wore - vanilla with a bit of honey. Maybe it was just you.
“This place is beautiful, Toshi. How’d you find out about it?” You wondered, taking in the gorgeous morning glories and tulips and daisies. They all looked so delicate - like a single nudge could bring them down, so you refrained from touching them. The smile on your face was one of pure content.
“Must’ve seen it in the newspaper or something - I just remembered it was opening here in Musutafu.” Lies, pure lies was what he was spouting. He had this place bookmarked ever since he caught a whiff of it on “date-night Japan”, a website that let people know the new outings and excursions that were opening up all across the country. It was something he knew you’d like and boy was he correct.
“Well, I’m glad you remembered - this is absolutely breathtaking.” You marvel, spinning around a bit. Your light-as-a-feather sundress swishes along with you and Shinsou can’t help but grin.
“You’re adorable.” He says, grabbing your hand and leading you along to another section of the conservatory.
“Hold on, what was that?” You ask, a cheeky smile on your face. Your boyfriend rolls his eyes and squeezes your hand.
“You know what I said.” He says, watching you pull back your hair a bit to smell a tiger-lily, careful to not let a strand touch the stunning flower. You sigh as the lovely scent works its way through your senses.
“Hmm, maybe,” you hum, your eyes still on the flower. “Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it again.” You remark, walking a bit in front of him. He jogs a bit to catch up to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss into your hair.
“You’re adorable,” he whispers into your ear, sending a little chill down your spine. Your cheeks redden and laugh.
“Okay lover boy, let’s check out the little café. I know you’ve been dying to do so since we got here.” Shinsou squeezes your shoulders again and leads you right on over to the stall-like thing. The menu looked close to perfection - croissants and scones and crépes were available for purchase along with several different types of coffee and tea.
“If you grab us a spot on that terrace thing I’ll bring us back some food.” He says, nodding his head towards the outdoor patio-like place that was basking in pure sunlight.
“I can pay for my own stuff Toshi,” you protest, but earn a little push from him.
“What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t pay for my date?” He says, chuckling at your lips that were pulled into an irritated frown.
“A guy who would let their date pay for him because the date wants to.” Shinsou just waves his hand nonchalantly and reaches the other to grab his wallet from his jean pocket.
“I’ll be back, five minutes tops.” He says, holding up his hand to show five fingers. You smile and roll your eyes.
“Fine. I’ll cave, but just this once.” You say, spinning on your heel and heading towards one of the iron garden chairs.
The sun feels lovely on your face as you bask in it, your head hanging over the back of your chair. The warmth is splendid and there’s not a cloud in the sky… but somehow, a shade pours over your skin. Taking a peek by just opening one of your eyes, you squint at the being interrupting the sun.
“Am I spoiling your sunshine?” Shinsou asks, looking down at you with a toothy grin. You stick out our tongue and sit up in your chair.
“How can you when you are my sunshine.” You say in a teasing tone, causing Shinsou to fake gag. You laugh as he slides an iced coffee and a crèpe towards you while keeping a cup of chamomile tea and a chocolate croissant for himself. “Thank you,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee and a careful bite of your crèpe so as to not spill anything on your dress. You feel his foot link around your ankle, initiating a game of footsies with you - which you accept. It’s quiet and nice - like most of your time spent with your boyfriend. Your whole relationship has felt this comfortable - from the first date you took to now, one year later, it has been utterly perfect for you.
“What are you thinking about?” Shinsou asks, nudging your foot a little bit and looking at you. You’re brought back to the moment so you smile and shake your head. You prop your head up with your hand, your elbow resting on the glass table.
“Nothing really,” you hum, nudging his foot with yours.
“C’mon,” he says, giving you a look, “humor me.” You sigh and reach across the table to grab his hand. It’s a little bigger compared to yours and the tops of his palms are calloused from his continuous use of his binding cloth during training.
“I’m just really happy.” You admit, earning a content grin from Shinsou.
“Cause you have food and are sitting in the sun? You’re like a cat.” He quips, resulting in you pressing your nails into his palm, effectively getting him to quiet down.
“Because I have you. You’re genuinely one of the best people I’ve ever known.”
“Sunshine, you’re making me blush.” He says, standing up and walking over towards you. Then, from his pocket, he reveals a morning glory flower. Your eyes go wide.
“Toshi what the hell?! We’re not supposed to pick any of the plant life!” You whisper-scream, covering the flower with your hands.
“Re-lax I got it from the little café over there. They’re in season and the guy gave it to me for free, so,” He says as he tucks the flower behind your ear. He leans down a bit so he’s eye level with you and his face is close to yours. “Hey Morning Glory,” he murmurs, giving you a sweet kiss. It’s the kind that pulls you in for more, like two gentle waves lapping over each other in the ocean. It’s making you feel so much more comorted, so much more warm than the sun beaming down could ever give you. It’s utterly romantic. He breaks a part, gives you one more peck on the lips, and looks at you with such adoration in his eyes. “Be mine?” He asks, making you giggle.
“Always.”
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Pro Hero Shinsou Hitoshi/Reader {patreon poll winner}
Shinsou just likes to know the ins and outs of his mask. That’s why he spends so much time hovering over you in the support center of the agency. Right?
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Yandere Hitoshi Shinso: The Psychiatrist’s Office
“I love her, Doc. She’s absolutely everything to me.” Shinso was leaned back against the plush chair, sitting relaxed with his hands behind his head. He stared at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m glad you’ve found someone to share your time with Shinso.”
Shinso couldnt help but smirk, just a bit. “I want to share my whole life with her, she’s beyond everything I’d ever hope to find in a partner.” He closed his eyes and pictured your face, your sweet eyes. Your bubbly laugh that sends shivers down his spine. “The other day was perfect. She finally came to my place. We laid on the couch, under a huge pile of blankets. We barely watched the movie I put on. Her lips hardly left mine to breathe.”
“You’re talking like there is an issue, your tone, Shinso…”
“You’re right, damn you are good aren’t you?” Shinso leaned forward on his knees and stared directly into the eyes of the shivering, flustered doctor. His cold violet glare pierced the nerves of the hostage, but the doctor’s words remained calm.
“You can always talk to me Shinso, you’re safe here.”
Shinso’s eyes flicked around the room for a moment, before fixing them back onto the Dr. “Well I suppose the issue is it’s not enough for me.” He clasped his hands together, his knuckles turning white. “Sure I know she likes me back, maybe even loves me…” The picture of your perfect body walking out of his apartment in the morning made anger boil up inside him. “There’s always an excuse, she’s off to ‘work’ she’s meeting a 'friend’ for 'coffee’” He used air quotations, like he was mocking you. “But I don’t want her to leave I want her to stay with me, why can’t she feel the same way I do?”
“Well…” The doctor started to speak. “Have you had a conversation with her?” He wanted so desperately to push the emergency button under his desk, to have security sweep into the room and free him from his wrist restraints.
“Of course I have, that’s why I’m here today. I don’t know why but the conversation went south fast.” The doctor noticed that Shinso was starting to genuinely look concerned.
“Walk me through what happened… maybe I can offer some insight.”
Shinso seemed to relax again and settled back into the chair. “I took her out on a date, we had a lot of fun. She had some wine at dinner, and asked to come back to my apartment. I was ecstatic.” Shinso almost seemed like he might start tearing up, his voice cracking just enough for a proffesional to notice. “But the next morning she had errands to run, and I asked her the big question. Will you move in with me? I thought I’d feel better if she was going to come back to me. Ya know?”
“And she… rejected your offer?” The Dr was able to get part of the hand released from the bonds, he had to move slowly so that his patient wouldn’t notice his sudden freedom.
“She said that she would think about it. I panicked Dr okay? I panicked!” Shinso was yelling now. He covered his face in frustration, clawing at his skin.
The Dr stopped moving towards the emergency button. “Shinso… what did you do? You can tell me, I won’t judge you.”
“Stop moving, and turn off your recording device.” Shinso’s voice was chilling, deep and full of calm rage. The Dr couldn’t help but follow his commands, his mind fogging over. The Dr reached for the recorder and shut it off before leaning back in his chair, sitting eerily still. Shinso smashed the machine with his fist. “I know that she’ll be happier with me, we’re moving out of the city this weekend. I think some country air should do us good. I just needed to get off of my chest, help the guilt some you know? I’m not delusional. I know tying up your girlfriend and keeping her in a closet is probably a bad look for a pro hero…”
He stood over the Drs slack jawed face, feeling no remorse for his actions. “But I feel good about my choice. Thanks for being such a good listener Doc. Now swallow your fucking tongue.”
who made this!? That’s my secret Shinsou audio at the top. I disguised it as a Mineta audio because I told people I was only writing for class 1A students and thought I could freak a few people out. This is brilliant ❤
This whole picture emphasizes the oddness of my life, proud friendo who is also somehow terrifying. I adore these two so much.
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Happy birthday Eri!!!! [21.12]
Little family celebration with some crying
Shinso
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Now did I take a reference photo for this drawing in the middle of the night cause my cat came to sleep on me and I thought big Shinso vibes? Yes, yes i did. And its the most disturbing photo i have of myself lol literally looks like some creep took it
Haha fuck that prop now there is a random ass snake on an adorable selfie.. also denkis hair !!
Saw a tiktok of some girl using a baby wrap to carry their dog so i tried it out with my cat and ye works great lol so here is Shinso with a kitty
Funny Way of Showing It - Shinsou x Sister! Reader Pt. 2
My class got off a couple of days off after the attack. I spent it either in my room or with Dad. He was doing pretty good for being nearly beaten to a pulp. The class was going to be surprised when he walks in tomorrow. During this time off, Hitoshi had been trying to talk to me a lot. Everytime he comes home from school, he comes to check on me. It was my turn to be silent towards him.
“Hey, do you want to walk to school with me?” He asked while we did dishes after dinner. I shrugged.
“Don’t we normally?” I asked. He stalled for a moment, trying to find something to say. I turned towards dad and papa at the table. “Do you want some tea?”
“No thank you, honey. Shota?” Papa looked towards the bandage covered man. Dad shook his head.
“Okay then.” I wiped my hands off. “Well, I’m going to take a bath and goto bed.” I started taking my hair down from my braid.
“Okay, honey.” Papa smiled. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Papa” I kissed his head before doing the same to dad carefully. “Goodnight, dad.”
“Goodnight baby.” He said softly. He reached up and hugged me tight as he could.
When I went to see him in the hospital after the attack, he was beside himself. Apologizing multiple times about not being able to protect everyone and letting the villains ever get close. It took all three of us to calm him down. I hugged back before letting go. I glanced up at Hitoshi who was watching us.
“Night, Hitoshi.” I said as I walked out of the room.
“Night.” I heard him reply. As I walked through the hall to the bathroom, I could hear the three males talking. Hitoshi sounded distraught and heard a mention of my name.
“I don’t know what to do to make it up to Y/N. She won’t ever talk to me. I know I deserve it since that’s what I did to her but I was doing it so I wouldn’t take out my frustration on her. I’m still upset about my placement and didn’t want to take it out on her.”
“But ignoring her didn’t help either Hitoshi.” Dad chided.
“I know.” I heard Hitoshi huff and groan. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Give her time Tosh. She’s upset and needs time to work through it. Just like you did.” Papa comforted him.
“I just want to tell her how sorry I am.” He paused. “She thinks I don’t believe in her. That I’m not proud of her and what she’s accomplished. But I do and I am!”
“I know you are Toshi.” I Whispered before going to take my bath.
I had formulated a plan in my head while I was in the bath. A way that could make it easier on Toshi to speak his mind with me. I made it back into my room after making sure Toshi was still up. Like he would be asleep.
“Hey Hitoshi! Can you come here?” I called from my doorway. I went and sat on my bed as I heard his door open. He tentatively stuck his head in.
“What’s up, sis?” He asked. I was messing with my hair while I looked at him.
“Can you help me with my hair? I got a terrible knot and I can’t get it out.” I asked. He stepped into the doorway slowly.
“Are you sure you want my help? Why not ask Papa or Dad?” He scratched the back of his head.
“No. You know Papa is too rough since he has a head and roots of steel.” We both chuckled. “And I don’t want to ask Dad since he needs to rest for tomorrow and you know still bandaged up. Plus you’re the best at it, even though you have the shortest hair. I don’t know how that works. So please Hitoshi?” He sighed before nodding.
“Alright, Alright.” He cracked the door and walked over. “Let me see.”
“Right here.” I turned around on the bed and pointed to the spot.
“Dang. How did you do this?” He gently prodded at the knot.
“Mm. I don’t know.” I said while thinking back to the twisting, rubbing, and whatever else to purposely make a knot. We were quiet as he slowly and softly pulling the knot out. He left one time to get some detangler and a comb. When he came back he hit my back.
“Scooch over.” I moved forward on the bed so he could sit comfortably. After another few minutes of silence, he finally spoke up. “Hey sis.”
“Hmm?” I hummed in response.
“I just want to…” He sighed. “I want to apologize. I shouldn’t have shut you out. I shouldn’t have been cross with you and I should have been better about how proud I am of you. I just, I just was so mad about how unfair it was and the disappointment that there’s no chance for me to be in the hero course.”
“Toshi.”
“Wait, please Y/N. I need to say this.” He said while setting down the comb, finally done with the knot. He then grabbed the towel from around my neck and started to dry my hair. “I can’t express just how damn proud I am of you. You didn’t even think you would get a chance yet here you are a part of a hero class that’s already making history.”
“Oh I don’t know about that.” I whispered.
“I do.” He said as he let the towel drop. “I’ve been a terrible brother but I want to make up for it.” We sat in silence as he fiddled with my hair.
“You want to know how you can do that?” I felt him come to attention behind me.
“Yes.” I hopped around. I held up two fingers.
“Two things. Okay, three things.” I put up one more finger.
“Okay, what are they?” He raised an eyebrow.
“1. Don’t ignore me, please. I know you were… are upset but I want to help, be there for you. Just like I know you do for me. Okay?” He nodded. “Okay, 2. Don’t give up.”
“What?” He looked up at me confused. I smiled softly.
“Don’t give up on the hero course. You can get in.” He sighed looking down.
“But how? My quirk was basically useless in the entrance exam.” He looked up at me through his eyelashes.
“Yeeesss. You’re right."I said getting up. I skipped over to my desk and started digging around.
"Wow thanks, be more honest, why don’t you.” He deadpanned.
“Oh shush and let me finish.” I finally found the papers I was looking for. I skipped back and flopped down. “But the entrance exam isn’t the only way to get into the hero course.”
“It isn’t?” He asked, peeking at the papers.
“Unh uh.” I scooched up close and showed him the papers. “I’ve been doing some research. There are other chances to get into the hero course. Like the sports festival.”
“The sports festival?” He was even more curious now.
“Mmhm. You can prove yourself and your quirk at the sports festival. All the teachers are there and will be watching and so will a lot of Pros. The homeroom teachers have the power to pull a student from the other class if they think they’re worthy just like Dad has the power to expel an entire class.” His eyes got wider and wider with every word.
“ You’re joking!” He snatched the papers from my hands.
“Nope. Dad and Vlad King-sensei can transfer you out of General Studies. Though they have to transfer someone out to compensate. You could either be in Class 1-A or 1-B! But you have to know Dad is not going to be easy on you just because you’re his son.” I let the information hang in the air. I saw his eyes scan the paper furiously.
“There really is a way.” He looked up at me with a renewed sparkle in his eye. “Yes, yes, yes!” He got up and paced the room excited but stopped suddenly. “But there are so many people with better quirks than me that could get in and from what I heard, all of Class 1-A are impressive. There’s no way…”
“Hitoshi!” I got up and stopped him by the shoulders. “I can personally vouch that there are a couple that most of us would be happy if you replaced.” I shivered at the thought of the one. “Especially the grape.”
“The…grape?”
“Nevermind. Not important. What is important is that this isn’t like you. Where’s the Toshi I know? You can do it, I know you can.” I pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around me.
“How do you know?” He asked. I pulled back.
“Because I… believe in you.” I poked his chest. He laughed but looked at me in thanks.
“Thanks sis. I needed that.” He sniffled a bit before shaking himself out. When he looked back up, I saw my brother back to normal.
“ You’re welcome. It’s what I’m here for.” I said before plopping back on my bed. He followed suit. He read over the papers again. I could tell he was deep in thought so I didn’t interrupt. Suddenly though, he lifted his head and spoke.
“Oh, what was the third thing?”
“Third thing?”
“Yeah. You said there were 3 things I could do to make it up to you. What was the third?” .
“Oh! Right.” I sat up and sat indian style. “Never and I repeat, NEVER change yourself for someone else.” I said earnestly. “Be who you are and nobody else. You are not a villain in the making, you are Hitoshi Shinsou. The soon to be hero in training. A total badass and the best brother in the world."
"I, I… huh. I don’t know about that but…” He chuckled softly. He looked up at me before taking my hands. “I promise to not ignore you, to never give up, and to NEVER change myself and to always be who I am.”
“Good.” I said while squeezing his hands. “Now, you realize you’re going to need to start training to get ready for the sports festival.”
“Uhhh!” He groaned and threw himself back. “ You’re an asshole for bringing that up now. A straight up asshole.”
“Sorry.” I said unapologetically. He peeked at me with one eye and glared. I shrugged. He sighed and sat up slouched.
“You know your class has been the talk of the school the past couple days.” He told me. “It’s like you’re all celebrities. ‘The first year class that survived a villian attack.’ It’s annoying yet cool because I can say my sister is one of those students.”
“Shut up.” I hit him with my shoulder. “It’ll be old news soon.”
“I don’t know. It’s been a pretty big deal.” He insisted. I just laughed before a yawn forced its way out of my mouth. “Well I better let you get some sleep. Since your break ends tomorrow.”
“Yeah. I’m beat.” I stretched and went to grab my towel.
“I’ll take it back to the bathroom.” He said beating me to grabbing my towel. “Get some rest.”
“Okay.” I got under my covers. “Please try to sleep, Toshi.”
“I’ll try.” He said. He flipped my light off as he went out the door.
“Love you, Toshi.”
“Love you too, Sis.”
“Love you kids!!” We both jumped at Papa’s voice.
“Hizashi!” We heard Dad chide. We both laughed.
“Love you Dad. Love you too Papa.” We answered.
“Love you too. Now go to bed.”
*The Next Day*
Hitoshi and I walked together that morning, talking about what to do in prep for the sports festival until we had to part ways. The day went smoothly after the shock of Dad walking into the room. It was smooth until the end of the day and half of the first year class was outside our door.
“I heard Class 1-A was impressive but you just sound like an ass.” I covered my mouth trying not to laugh at my brother’s sass. He looked at me over Bakugou’s shoulder and gave me a ghost of a smirk. He mentioned the things I told him the night before and Bakuyou stormed off. The rest of the class was shook.
“Really?” I asked him as I met him outside. He cocked his head to the side. “Bakugou is already unbearable and you went and poked the Lion.”
“Sorry, not sorry.” He laughed as we walked home. “I meant what I said.”
“I know.” I said. “But not me right?” The question came out more meek than I meant for it too. I looked at me in worry and confusion for a second. It must have clicked in his head. He grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Of course not.” He assured me. “If they tried to replace you with me, I would say hell no. I wouldn’t do that to you.” He hugged me. “Plus, I don’t think Dad would let that happen. Since it’s his decision.”
“You have a very valid point there my dear brother.” I said jokingly. We laughed before a gasp caught our attention.
“He’s your brother?” A whiney voice made me groan. I turned to see Mineta standing behind us. “The asshole that threatened to take one of our spots?”
“Yes Mineta, this asshole is my brother.” I smirked. “Just wait till you find out who our Dad is.” We laughed as he paled. “Plus if he’s going to take anyone’s spot, it is going to be yours, grape.” I said the last word under my breath to where only Toshi could hear.
“You can’t do that!” He ran off crying.
“Watch me.” Toshi smirked.
“You know, you have a funny way of showing it.”
“Showing what?” He furrowed his eyebrows.
“That you’re not a total badass and the best brother in the world.” I grabbed his shoulders before jumping onto his back, He laughed, grabbing onto my legs as he walked us home.
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I forgot to say this last week, but how is anyone going to say Kaminari isn’t head over heels for Shinso bro. LOOK AT HIM LOOKING AT HIM !!
It’s That Time of Year
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28310448
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“No.”
Yamada feels like he’s going to break. He put too much hope into this plan, he supposes. He told himself that Aizawa would agree when really there was a strong possibility that this rotten elf wouldn’t. “But—”
"No.“
"But, please—”
"I said, no.“ Aizawa’s voice comes out harsh, and cold. The warm office seems to lose all feeling of comfort. Happiness draining out and tense, suffocating anxiety seeping in.
Yamada stands up abruptly, nearly tripping over the chair legs, and heads towards the door. He opens the door and steps out, and all is quiet until he finally speaks up, his voice cold and sad and angry, and yet also devoid of emotion. Numb.
"You disgust me.”
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Wow, uh, I’ve been working on this for the past… four days? It’s 7k and I’m pretty proud of it.
Anyways, Merry Christmas everyone!
