Bakugo: You know your boyfriend is not used to the ways of relationship but he is not clueless either. He just never really had a reason to think about it Until now.
I was sitting on a couch in the common room holding a pillow in my lap. I had been sitting here for a few hours actually waiting for my MIA Boyfriend. He wasn’t really MIA but he might as well have been. I groaned out loud, throwing my head back.
“What’s up, L/N?” I jumped slightly before turning to see Shoji.
“Oh, just waiting in vain.”
“Again?” He leant against the arm of the couch. I nodded. “Have you tried to talk to him?”
“Never get the moment because I only see him in class or in passing. He’s never there long enough for me to say anything more than hi.” I vented. “Sorry Shoji.”
“It’s alright.” He shrugged. “You have a reason to be upset.”
Yeah.“ I bit my lip and looked at the clock. "Well, it’s getting late. I’m going to head to bed. Night.”
“Goodnight.” I got up and set the pillow aside. I walked to the elevator and went to bed. I went to sleep annoyed.
The next morning I got up and got ready for class, deciding to skip breakfast. I walked out of the elevator while putting in my earphones. I walked through the lobby to go out the door.
“Hey babe!” I heard Bakugo call out to me. “I got some breakfast for you. Come on and eat!” I acted like I didn’t hear him and continued to put on my shoes. “Baby?”
“Aw, Bakugo acting cute.” I heard Kami tease Bakugo.
“Shut up Spark Plug!” He snapped and while he was distracted I darted out the door.
All day I could feel Bakugo giving me strange looks. I would meet his eyes and smile like nothing was wrong and go back to what I was doing. I sat with him like normal at lunch and when he asked why I didn’t respond this morning, I told him I had earphones in.
“Thanks L/N for the help on the homework. I owe you one.” Midoriya said as he packed up his Stuff.
“It’s no problem, Midoriya. Glad to help.” I smiled and finished up what I was writing. He left and I relaxed back into the couch. I felt someone sit down next to me. When they put they’re com cround me, I knew instantly who it was.
“Hey blasty.”
“Ugh. I curse whoever came up with that nickname.” I giggled softly before looking at him. I went to say something but Kiri walked over and they started up a conversation. I heard them talk about a hiking trip and started to get annoyed. I huffed silently and tuned them out. “Babe?”
“Hmm?” I turned back. He had his eyes narrowed at me. I was expecting him to tell me he had to go. I waited and looked at him expectantly.
“What?” He asked in response.
“Oh, nothing.” I said before turning away. I Scooted forward and reached down for my bag to put my school stuff away. I felt him grab my arm gently and pull me back.
“It’s something. You’ve been acting Weird all day.” He says before cupping my cheek. “What’s up?”
“Oh it’s just…” I pause asking myself if I really was going to do this now. “Shouldn’t you be with Kiri? I mean you shouldn’t just drop any PLANS you have with him to spend time with me. It’s not like I’m that important.” I got up and walked away. I heard him stuttering to find words behind me but I was already up the stairs before he could find any.
Kirishima: I walked around, searching for my red headed boyfriend. We haven’t got to spend a lot of time together lately. He had been doing some extra training and had some time with the Bakusquad. I don’t mind but sometimes I wonder if he prefers to not spend time with me.
“Hey Bakugo, have you seen Kiri?” I came up behind the blonde on the couch. He leant his head back and looked at me upside down.
“I think he’s with Spark plug & raccoon eyes.” He said while eying me.
“Oh…” I felt a slight disappointment. The feeling must have shown on my face because he moved and gave me his full attention.
“I only think. They were together earlier.” I sighed, appreciating his try even though he probably doesn’t care.
“They’re always together.” I mumbled before turning away. I felt him grab my hand before letting go.
I walked out to get some air. I heard footsteps following me. I knew it was Bakugo and we walked together. After a minute we heard familiar voices.
“Hey Bakubro, Hey babe!” Kiri called. I looked cuel smiced. “What are you up to?”
“Oh, nothing just getting some air.” I felt a small nudge on my back. I looked at Bakugo and he motioned to the red head. “Was also looking for you to see what you were up too.”
“Oh, Kami, Mina, and I were going to the movies.” A shout from Kami got his attention. I felt the insecure feeling rise in my chest. He really didn’t care to spend time with me anymore. “Gotta go.”
“Shitty hair!” Bakugo yelled but I was already walking away wiping tears away. “L/N!”
I was sitting in a window just staring out when they came back. They were all raving about the movie. Bakugo hadn’t left you alone in the room. I heard him and Kiri talk before footsteps came up to me. I looked and saw Kiri.
“Hey there.” He smiled. I just turned back to the window without a word. “What’s wrong? You’re acting weird.”
“It’s nothing, Kiri.” I waved off. He grabbed my hand.
“Don’t give me that.” He pushed softly. I looked at him. I was about to give into his puppy eyes when I heard Mina call for him. He looked at her and Bakugo snapped at her.
“Shouldn’t you be with them?” His eyes were back on me in a second.
“What?”
“Mina & Kaminari. Shouldn’t you be hanging with them? I mean, they’re more fun then I am so don’t waste your time on me.” I said and got up. I pulled my hand from his grip with some needed force. I walked silently through to and up the stairs, last thing I heard being Bakugo yelling.
Kaminari: I watched as Denki bounced around trying to figure out how to get into Shinso’s good Graces. Ever since the training exercise when he first joined our class, Denk’s has been bound determined to his friend. The purple haired boy was ‘being difficult’ to quote Denki.
“I just can’t figure it out. I’m an amazing guy with a wonderful personality. How could he not want to be friends with me?” I looked over my Switch at him. I pushed down the annoyance. Shinso is all he could talk about anymore.
“You are kind of a pervert sometimes. And hyperactive.” I said with a cheeky smile. He glared at me for a solid minute.
“Well you’re not wrong but I wouldn’t be perverted to him. Even though he is hot.” I shrugged and nodded. He sat down next to me. “Plus you love me this way.”
“Do I?” I teased. He shoved me before going into another brainstorming session. I was about to snuggle up to him when he jumped up.
“Got it!” He yelled and ran from the room without even saying goodbye.
“De-Denki!” I yelled after him. “Hey I thought it was game night…” He was already long gone. I groaned in irritation. I got up and walked down to the common room. Midoriya, Roki, Mineta, and Sero were there. “Have any of you seen my electric ferret tumble through here?”
“Electric ferret?” Todoroki looked at me weird. Sero burst out laughing. Todoroki looked at him confused.
“Kaminari just ran out saying he’s cracked Shinso.” Sero said. My jaw dropped before clamping shut in growing irritation. I saw Sero cringe a little. “Drop a date again?”
“More like ran out on one. Thanks guys.”
“I can keep you company.” I turned to see Mineta before shoving him. I walked to the elevator. As I got in I heard Todoroki.
“Why did they call him an electric ferret though?” I heard them laughing.
“It was a joke, Roki. A nickname of Sorts. Because of his quirk & hyperactivity …”
The next few days could almost prove Denki didn’t exist in my world. My texts were ignored. I could never catch him in person. He was nowhere to be seen at lunch. It would have been as if he never existed if I hadn’t seen him in class. That is until I heard a familiar knock on the door.
“Yes?” I ripped my door open. I was beyond pissed off.
“Heya!” He went to come in but I put my arm across the opening. He looked at me confused. “What’s up, baby?”
“You remembered I exist.” I stated with venom laced in my voice. His eyes widened in shock.
“How could I forget? Baby, what’s got you so uptight?” He flinched at his choice of words immediately after they left his lips. I shook my head, holding my tongue.
“Shouldn’t you be with Shinso? You haven’t been anywhere else as of late.” I snapped before slamming the door in his face.
Todoroki: I watched as Midoriya showed something to Roki. He seemed to be very entranced by whatever it was. I sighed looking back at the paper in my hand. It was tickets to the movie he had been waiting to see.
“Hey, love?” I walked over. He looked up at me and gave me a smile. I waved at Midoriya who returned before going back to his book excitedly.
“What is it, darling?”
“Are you busy this afternoon?” I asked hopefully. He nodded.
“Yeah, Midoriya & I are going to Watch and analyze some training video’s. Try and figure out if We can learn some new Moves.” He said simply.
“Oh, okay.” I hid my disappointment. “So that will be the rest of your afternoon?”
“Yep.” He nodded before looking at his phone. I sighed before looking at Midoriya. He had a sorry look on his face that I just waved off. I kissed Shoto’s cheek. “Alright, have fun and be Safe.”
It has been like this for a while now. I would ask if he wanted to hang out but he would already have plans with Midoriya to study, train, or something else. At first, I was fine with it. I mean he was new to the friends thing and was making up for lost time. Also, he wasn’t used to the concept of a relationship either. Now, I was getting more and more upset. Enough to overshadow the understanding.
“See ya, L/N!” Kiri called as he walked past.
“See ya! Have fun at your moms!” I waved as he went out the door. I went back to my room to grab my bags. As I zipped it up there was a knock on the door.
“Hey love, I was thinking, Oh… Are you going somewhere for the weekend?” I turned and saw Todoroki standing there.
“Yeah. My sister and I are going to a hot spring spa for the weekend.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize you had plans. I was hoping to spend the weekend with you.” He said sadly. I couldn’t hold back tere eye roll and mutter.
“Like you’ve been there to know if I had plans or not.”
“What?” He asked. I sighed heavily before throwing the bag on my shoulder.
“Look, I’m sorry to disappoint you. We’ll have to make up for it another time. But shouldn’t you…” I paused before Snapping at him, completely over it. “Shouldn’t you be with Midoriya? I’m sure there is something you two can do together. I mean you’ve been able to do that for the last month anyway.”
“L/N? I…” Todoroki looked so confused and conflicted, pulling at my heart.
“I’m sorry, Roki. I just … I’ll see you later.”
Midoriya: I was bouncing in place outside the gallery. I looked at everyone who walked past or went in, trying to see the familiar green Curls. I looked down at my phone to see it was close to the start time.
“Where are you?” I said under my breath. After a few more minutes, I decided to text him.
What are you up to? I gently probed through the text. It was only a few seconds before he replied.
Doing some extra training with All Might. You caught me taking a break. I stared at the phone in shock and disbelief. I closed my phone for a moment to compose myself.
I knew he was determined to harness One for All and I was happy he trusted me with this secret but come on. He had promised to be here. I felt tears of anger trying and forced their way out.
Why? What’s up? Another text came through. I was about to snap when my dad came out.
“It’s starting.” I nodded and saw him look around confused. “Where’s Midoriya?”
“Not coming.” I walked past while typing out my last text. Just curious. Thought you had plans.
I was interrupted the next morning by furious knocking on my door. I gave an annoyed sigh and got up to open my dorm door. There stood Midoriya and by the look on his face, he knew.
“Really?!” I snapped before he could say anything. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, not finding anything to say. “You knew how important…you promised…”
“L/N…I just forgot and… I, I, I.” He looked down at the ground. I looked down and saw him fingering at one of the scars on his hands.
“Look…” He looked up at me. “Shouldn’t you be with All Might? You’re not going to become the world’s greatest hero by spending time with me.” I said solemnly.
“L/N…” He reached out but I closed the door.
Shinso: Ever since Shinso finally moved into the class A dorms, he has Spent every moment he could with me. Enough that it made some of the others gag by how 'Love Sick’ we were. Every now and again though, someone would be able to Pull him away. Mainly Deku or Denki.
“Hmm.” Shinso hummed happily as he snuggled into my chest. I was running fingers through his hair as I read over some study guides on the couch in the common room.
“Hey! Toshi!” I yelped as he nipped at some bare skin. He giggled as I wacked his shoulder. “You little Shit.”
“You love me.” He got comfortable again as I shook my head. It was quiet for a few minutes until a screech of Shinso’s name. We both jumped as a certain blonde came running.
“Shinso!” He tried to slow down but ran into the back of the couch, falling over and landing on top of us.
“Kaminari!” We both yelled.
“Sorry!” He scrambled Up with help from Toshi. He sat up and glared.
“Yes?”
“I need you to come with me.”
“Right now?” Kami nodded enthusiastically. Toshi groaned and looked at me. I giggled at the look in his eyes. “I’m not going to get out of this?” Kami shook his head and grabbed him.
“See you later!” I waved to him as Kami dragged him off.
I had moved to my room some time later and was watching some random movies. It was getting close to 8pm when my door opened. In trudged Toshi, looking more tired than usual. He plopped down next to me and wrapped himself around my waist.
“Well hello there.” I laughed, running my hand over his back. He mumbled something into my side. “Shouldn’t you be with Kaminari?” I jested.
“Dear god, no!” He sat up. “He just wanted my opinion on this person he likes.”
“And that took nearly four, no, five hours?”
“He also wanted some advice on what to do. But no it didn’t. Midoriya caught me after and he wanted to train a bit.” I nodded. I leant down and kissed his head.
“So, shouldn’t you be with Deku?” He glared. He ripped the pillow from under my head and walloped me. “Toshi! Sorry, sorry!” He threw the pillow away and laid down.
“You know I’d rather be with you.” He nosed my temple as he pulled me into his chest.
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.
songs they canonically would send you if they were interested (horikoshi approved)
izuku midoriya— be your man; H 3 F
he’s such a cutie, such a sweetheart. he says it reminds him of you, and then proceeds to send about fifty texts following before you can even respond (“i mean not romantic!! as friends!!” “unless you’d mean romantic” “but i’m not saying that!” “blech icky” “NOT SAYING YOUR EHICKY” “NO” “OKAY SORRY JUST IGNORE THIS HAHA(´⊙ω⊙`)”). he absolutely clearly means it in a romantic way, for someone who’s keeping the secret of the number one hero he is a bad mf liar.
runner up: japanese denim. he likes love songs, he thinks they’re kind and anything he hears that’s the slightest bit about love he’s gonna associate w you
katsuki bakugo— bitches; mindless self indulgence
he wants you to be bitches? he wants u to love him cos u know that he can rock?!!!!?!!!?!?! that he can rhyme?! that he can fuck?!!!! THAT HES ON TIME?! plain and simple. he does not say this reminds you of him, he does not link it with you in any way. he just randomly sends it (if even).
if you were really lucky he’d send you love me dead by ludo.
denki kaminari— natalie; HUNNY
he tells you to ignore the name, of course, (unless your name is natalie lol) but the whole rest of it is absolutely applicable. he’s very upfront about it. is acting a lot more reassured than he is but he’s literally about to shit himself he wants you so bad bro. he practiced ways to tell you it wasn’t for you / “he didn’t mean it like that, man” before he sent it to you just incase you rejected him lol.
right after you two confess he sends you teenage dirtbag by wheatus and says “fr felt it when they said whatever it was they said, anyway u free tmrw?!”
eijiro kirishima— someone to you; banners
ew this is so cliche. this man would be so cheesy, especially in the preemptive stages of a relationship. if he wants you, you know (i mean maybe not, he’s nice to a lot of people, but he clearly cares about you). he’s on brand fr, but he really, genuinely blares this shit at full volume in his earbuds and headbangs. this is fr how he feels…. he probably wouldn’t panic sending it, he doesn’t think it’s a big confession, he just thinks about you when he hears it so he wants to share.
a kiss; THE DRIVER ERA. his main reason for this one is “just the vibes man!!” he selectively pays attention to lyrics
hanta sero— love is only a feeling; joey bada$$
he’s corny and very transparent about it. he sends it to you like three days before he asks you out. he’s pretty confident, but he types and deletes ‘i’ve got a song that makes me think of you’ about five times before he sends it. i think he listens to a lot of music, but rnb and rnb rap are probably his romantic go to’s in my mind.
alternatively: me and your mama; childish gambino
shoto todoroki— on an evening in roma (sott’er celo de roma)- remastered; dean martin
idk i feel like he listens to a lot of really old pretentious shit. he likes the music, it helps him stay calm, it makes him feel warm. he thinks the instruments are nice when they swell just right, and he wants to share that with you. he has also definitely offered to take you on a trip w his dads money (i hate fanon characters but i absolutely thrive off the idea that shoto buys his s/o shit w his dads money)
also a high chance hed send scene one— james dean & audrey hepburn; sleeping with sirens and that makes me sick to my stomach it’s so cheesy. he’s not like a coward and once he figured out he had feelings for you, he’d be pretty blunt about it.
neito monoma— star killer; bear ghost
if you ask why it makes him think about you he’s gonna say some arrogant shit about how you want him. but actually this is a really good song and he for sure sings it in his bathroom mirror and checks himself out. how humiliating. idk what to say other than listen to it
alternatively: the ballad of big poppa and diamond girl; cobra starship. this song screams neito to me, if i could dance w him to this song life would actually be okay? the only reason i didn’t put it as the main is because i didn’t know if it was projecting, anyway THIS.
hitoshi shinsou— k; cigarettes after sex
this would lowkey be embarrassing for him tbh. this song feels so personal and intimate, if someone you weren’t dating said this reminded you of them, youd have to be really into them for it to not weird you out. however luckily you are really into him. he knows his point is gonna come across, and he’s confident behind it. he sent it as a way to say hey mf im into you, i know you’re into me
compass; the neighbourhood. he kinda listens to teenage girl music, he’s going through that phase. this song is so cute tho!! he’s kinda doting in a weird way, it’s sweet.
A/N: this is my secret santa for the anilysium server! i got to write for the lovely @miyarinrin! i decided on writing a few little love letters, something i did last year and had a ton of fun doing. hope you enjoy <3
CHARACTER PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou, Hitoshi Shinsou, Giyuu Tomioka x reader (all adults)
WORD COUNT:1008
WARNINGS: just a sappy collection of letters!
SYNOPSIS: sometimes it’s easier to put pen to paper, and in this case, a few of your loves did just that.
uh, hi?
i’m not really sure how to start this. how do people write letters? it feels like some cliche 80’s movie thing but i know it would make you happy, much happier than a text, and there’s no way in hell i could say this to you in person just quite yet. i mean, it seems like i’m relaxed, like there’s not much going on in the world, like i’m just happy to be happy, but it’s you who really brings the happiness out in me. i’m just some dork, nobody special, eager to prove to the world how smart i can really be, how dedicated i can become to a life i want to live. it’s you who pushes me on though, you who cheers for me, brings me food when i’m too tired to eat, runs me a bath when i am so overworked i can’t even clean myself, runs your fingers through my hair so i can actually sleep. don’t think for a second that i don’t notice you selflessly running yourself into the ground at times to support me in my dreams. this letter is just a prelude of what’s to come. one day i’ll have enough money to support you tenfold. you can become the person you always wanted to and i’ll be your cheerleader, i can promise you that. and then we’ll both be happy, living our lives like we’ve always wanted. i know it seems so farfetched now as we meander by as adults but we’re so close to getting there that i can see a light at the end of the tunnel. just hang with me a bit longer sweetheart and we will have it all.
yours always,
Kuroo
love,
Denki suggested i do this so here i am, trying to figure this whole letter thing out. i want to be more romantic, i really do, but this seems a little cheesy to be writing a love letter. i could just say these things to your face but he insists on me writing it down so that you can save it. i turned him down though when he said to spray cologne all over it. that’s a little too questionable, even for me. so here goes nothing…
you’ve known for a long time that i’ve wanted to be a pro. and now that i’m here, i don’t really know what to do with my life. i’ve proved to everyone that my quirk does not mean that i’m a villain. you’ve fought beside me, both metaphorically and physically, to make sure that everyone saw my true potential. you didn’t waver as i struggled through highschool and well into adulthood, attempting to live my life authentically. but what kind of life would i have had if i hadn’t asked you to be my partner? i don’t know why i had ever thought that you would say no but that idea was embedded deep into my head for awhile. i mean, did we want to ruin the friendship that we had spent years building? but i knew that i needed you to be by my side as more than a friend and i knew i wanted to spoil you more than i could in those regards too. so i swept away my anxiety and asked you without hesitation, expecting the worst but hoping for the best. and now here we are, still together.
as i’m writing this, i continue to find it hard to believe that you’ve dealt with my shit for so long, the late nights of worrying, fighting, studying, striving to be better than ever. i know you’ll say i’ve done the same for you but it feels like nothing i’ll ever do will be good enough to thank you for being with me.
the only thing i can think of right now is how i want you by my side forever. how i hope to be able to, over my lifetime, make you as happy as you’ve made me. so if you could do me a favor and turn around to look at me, i’d really appreciate it. i’ve got a real important question to ask you.
-Shinsou
p.s. i hope you say yes otherwise this letter will be quite embarrassing.
hello,
i don’t really know what to say, so here i am writing it. it’s not that i don’t feel this way but rather, i just don’t know how to express it. i hope in the way i let you sleep in for a few minutes, how food is always prepared for you, how i tuck your hair behind your ear when it slips into your face, how i run you a hot bath after a grueling mission, how to try to protect you with every fiber of my being, shows you how much i care. words are not my strong suit but i still desperately need you to know that i love you, that i would be lost without you, that you are a key part of my existence. everything i do in life is to create a world where we can live in safely, where we can be happy together without the fear of death by demons. this world is cruel and unjust and proving to be much more confusing. life and death isn’t so black and white, but rather ugly shades of gray that muddle together so much it’s hard to understand where one concept ends and the other begins. that said, the only thing that is crystal clear to me is you and my affection towards you. there’s no question about that, no uncomfortable feelings, not anymore. you understand me, protect the protector, give me space when needed and smother me when i can’t comprehend life. i’ll forever appreciate you being by my side and will fight, with my very last breath if i have to, for a life that you can live safely in. i won’t fail to protect you like i have with so many others, that’s a promise.
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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!!!
Word Count: 1.3K
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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Hihi~! So I saw that your requests is open, so I was wondering if you could write Hitoshi with a hyper/chaotic S/O headcanons, hope you have a nice day btw~~ <333
A/N: Hey hey!!! So sorry these took longer than I thought they would, but omg they were so fun to make! I hope you all enjoy these fun headcanons and let me know if you want more posts like these or a part two!
So we all know Shinsou is kind of unbothered with most things, so dating someone who has a lot of energy wouldn’t be completely out of the question
Relies on you as his morning alarm
When he needs to get to early morning training, has an early class, etc. you’re always there with a smile on your face and coffee or caffeinated tea in hand
Sleepovers/chill nights in watching a movie are not always easy since sitting still isn’t something you’re keen on doing
But, over time, he’s found tips and tricks that help you relax and enjoy just hanging out on the couch with him
Weighted blankets do wonders
Sometimes your competing personalities can lead to arguments - especially when it comes to dates
The both of you will have something planned, but then Shinsou’s social battery kind of runs out and he’ll call for a rain-check
You, however, are game for anything anytime so you can get pretty frustrated when he’ll cancel stuff like this
However, in the end, the both of you will just settle for a breakfast date the next morning at the cafe you both like
Speaking of dates, the both you and Shinsou will plan dates that appeal to both of you
Some of these dates include:
Cat cafés (you get to be out and about, Shinsou can hang with cats)
Aquariums (You get to mill about and ask the staff questions about all the animals, Shinsou can stay happily in the darker lighting)
Picking fruit (The sun beating on your face is so pleasant and you get to go climbing in trees to find the best apples and peaches, Shinsou gets a yummy snack along the way)
When it comes to hero training, he is so in awe of you
The way you can bounce back from anything is so admirable
But, there are times when you don’t get immediately back up and he gets super worried
Because you are hyper, this can lead to you overworking yourself and being quite exhausted – which he can absolutely understand
During times like these, he’ll carry you either on his back or koala style into his dorm – since it’s definitely the coziest, and let you sprawl out on his bed while he plays video games or reads
Now – for your chaotic side
Oh, Shinsou is always there with you whenever you’re messing with other people or playing pranks on others.
He’ll never use his quirk to pull anything off – he thinks that’s lazy and lacks effort, even for him
The two of you create MASTERMIND level pranks
And, when your plans finally fall into place – which they always do – he’ll give you a searing kiss on the lips and hold your hand, pulling you along to get a picture of whichever poor UA student fell into your clutches
Ok general relationship stuff now
He was scared shitless to ask you out the first time
He didn’t really think that he was the kind of person that you would want to date
However, you saw that the chill and tired personality he has was really attractive to you
The way he asked you out was sweet and a little awkward, since he was looking at the floor basically the entire time, but your enthusiasm for the date reassured him
It was a bit tough for the two of you to fall into an easy relationship rhythm
As aforementioned, dates and canceling them, love languages, and all that kind of stuff clashed with the two of you
Finally, after a month or so of phone tag and miscommunication, the two of you sat down and talked it out, explaining what you and Shinsou saw in a relationship
From there one out it was smooth sailing
You, due to your hyper/chaotic nature, are very go with the flow and live in the moment
Shinsou has you future lives already planned
First shared home, wedding, married life – everything
He is so in love with you and so whipped for you that he knows every little detail about things you love
Favorite flower? He knows it
Color? Oh come on, he’s not an amateur
Food or snacks? He’s got all of it cataloged and stocked up in his mini fridge in his room
Through everything, where you’re similar and where you’re different, he loves you and you love him so so freaking much
Shinsou wants to either die or sleep. Whichever comes first.
He trudges into his apartment just at the break of Dawn after the longestnight patrol ever—seriously, fuck this shit.
He drops his duffel bag, takes off his shirt, and collapses onto the couch for those preciousthree hours a night of sleep.
It feels like he only just fell asleep when he hears his phone beep. He feels his fucking eyeballs clench when he fishes the phone out of his pocket and squints at the name.
“Fuck” he answers it, “Hello?”
‘Briefing in thirty minutes,’ Aizawa says plainly, then hangs up.
Shinsou has a mini tantrum and flails so hard that he falls onto the hardwood floor. But he has to get up eventually and go to this stupid meeting.
“Morning Shinsou,” a sidekick greets
“Don’tperceive me,” Shinsou growls, gripping his patent black and purple MindJack™️ thermos so hard he’s sure it’s cracked.
He marches right up to the elevator, punches the top floor button a fewtimes out of frustration, and chugs his black coffee.
The briefing has already started, so he just slinks into the seat next to some random young hero and watches the slideshow.
“What’d I miss?” He whispers to the guy
“Just something quick, some villains and vigilantes we’ve got to keep an eye out for.”
Shinsou nods half listening and already falling asleep with his head in his hand.
Aizawa presses the remote again, and the following figure comes into view. Some cute chick with long braids and a mildly annoyed expression standing on top of a big building with a silver baseball bat.
‘She’s cute. I’d hit that,’ Shinsou thinks.
He doesn’t realize everyone is looking at him weird
“What did you just say?” Aizawa cocks a brow
Wait, did he say that out loud?
The guy next to him is trying so hard to hold in his laugh
“Uhhhh, I thought we were playing smash or pass,” Shinsou laughs nervously
Aizawa just shakes his head and mutters a quiet ‘idiot’before turning back to the presentation
Shinsou buries his face in his hands, “I’m so tired.”
The guy next to him leans over, “Not gonna lie, I’d hit that too.”
“Please leave me alone.”
Aizawa keeps him behind after the briefing, slapping the folder on the table.
“So….smash or pass?”
Shinsou resists flipping him off, “Look, I’m exhausted because someonedidn’t let me sleep after an all-nighter.”
“That’scrazy, anyway, since you’re so keen on hittingher, you’re assigned to bring her in. She usually operates downtown. Good luck”
“What’s her quirk?” Shinsou asks while looking through the folder.
“We’re not sure yet. But she’s skilled in hand to hand so be careful.”
“How hard could it be?”
And now here he is, sitting on top of some cafe with a warm coffee in his hand and his voice modulation mask around his neck.
“Fuck I need a nap,” he groans before sipping the coffee, “Needs more sugar.” He says, even though there’re already ten packets in there.
It’s a slow Saturday. He’s watching people down below go about their day. He’s even caught a few walks of shame.
“Must be fucking nice,” he mumbles when he sees one girl holding up her sparkly dress with one arm and her shoes under the other. She had a goodnight.
He hasn’t been laid in over a year,and it’s starting to get to him.
Stupid hero work.
The sound of police sirens tore him away from his coffee as police cars raced towards a bank maybe two blocks from him. Yet, nobody besides him noticed a figure jumping from rooftop to rooftop away from the scene.
Using his capture weapon, he swung from his spot above the cafe after the hooded figure. Landing on the rooftop they just leaped on, Hitoshi shot his capture weapon at the thief. “Stop!” he growls, wishing to get this over with so he could go get some sleep.
Staring at the villain, he noticed them wave their hands as the weapon missed them completely and fell to the floor, not responding to Hitoshi’s movements. What the hell?!
“Sothis is the hero supposed to catch me? Guess robbing a bank does draw attention.”
“Save it for jail, Villain.”
“How can you catch me without any handcuffs or a weapon, ‘hero’?”
Turning around, you grin wickedly as Hitoshi recognizes you from the debriefing.
“Catch you around,” you snicker before jumping off the roof.
“Wait!” he shouts, running after you, and looking at the alleyway, only to see no trace of you.
“What the fuck?” Shinsou groans. There’s no way you disappeared into fucking thin air. Maybe that’s your quirk?
He picks up his scarf and examines it. Why didn’t it work on you before? It was as if it just…gave up.”
He scratches his neck and realizes his mask is still around it. So he forgot to use his quirk…..
“I just want to fucking sleep!” He yells into the air before stomping away to finish his patrol.
*
The following Monday, he’s on evening patrol with the same over-sweetened coffee order. Monday nights are usually quieter, with people resting up for work the next day. Well, they would be calmer if he didn’t have a partneras loud as a foghorn.
“I’m so frickin’ excited to be in this part of town!” Tetsu beams, knocking his knuckles together, “Usually I’m stuck with Red but wow I can’t believe I’m with you. You’re so cool, bro. And the view up here is awesome!”
“Mhm. Thanks. Let’s just be a little quieter. I kinda got a headache.”
“Oh yeah, right. No problem!”
It lasts all of two minutes before Tetsutetsu starts rambling on about something that makes Shinsou’s eye twitch. He could just use his quirk, but that would be a dick move, so he endures. Scanning the streets below, he notices a hooded figure walking away from a jewelry store. The items in their open duffel bag shimmered in the light before dashing as the alarms went off.
“Oooh, first catch of the night!” Tetsu grins, hardening his skin and jumping off the roof towards the figure that appeared on the roof, two buildings over. “Let’s go!”
“Be careful—fucking idiot,” Shinsou scoffs, running after him.
Shinsou unravels his scarf and launches the end at you, but just like the other day, it misses you completely and falls flat to the ground, refusing to move.
“What the hell?” He tugs it, but it doesn’t budge, “How are they doing that?”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with your scarf, but we’ll stop them with good old-fashioned brute force!”
As Tetsu slammed into the concrete roof, you jumped onto the next building, tripping over your feet and nearly falling.
“Gotcha,” Tetsu smirks, getting ready to jump at you, skin silver and hardened. You hold your hand out, and he freezes mid-air.
“Wha—what’s going on?” He stammers as he flails helplessly. “Mindjack?!”
Shinsou watches from afar as you flick your wrist, and Tetsu is tossed at him. He manages to jump out of the way before he gets crushed. Staring at Tetsu and your outstretched hand, his eyes are wide as saucers as Tetsutetsu gets up and starts swinging at him. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t know?!” Tetsu yells back, still swinging, “I can’t move my body, it’s like….I’m not in charge of it.”
You wave two fingers, and he kicks at Shinsou, managing to just nudge his ribs.
Shinsou thinks through the options of what your quirk could be and how he could stop it. You didn’t do it to him, so what makes Tetsu so unique? He glances at your moving hands, then at Tetsu, who’s still bright silver. Maybe—
“I’m sorry for this Real Steel.”
“Sorry for w—” his eyes go white.
“Turn off your quirk.”
Tetsutetsu goes back to his regular lightly tanned self. As Shinsou expected, he falls to the floor, no longer being controlled.
“Dammit,” you whisper.
“I’ve figured you out!” Shinsou yells at you. “Not so tough now!”
Rolling your eyes beneath your mask, you flip him off before running towards the other rooftops and jumping into an alley. Shinsou chases after you, but when he looks down, you’re already gone.
“Fuck!”He tugs his hair in frustration. “How the hell does she keep doing that?!”
He goes back to a dazed Tetsutetsu, “Hey, you okay?”
“I think so, your quirk is super weird bro. It’s like everything—”
“Goes purple and white, yeah I know. Whatever. Can we get back to patrol so I can just get some sleep?!”
“You don’t have to yell at me,” Tetsu mutters.
“Listen, I haven’t slept in three days, three!And now Aizawa won’t let me until I catch fucking metal woman over here who, apparently, is some fucking Houdini and just disappears into thin air,” he presses the communicator in his ear, “Eraserhead? Her quirk is metal control. There, now it’s registered. Can I go sleep now?”
‘Roger that,’ Aizawa’s voice sounds in his ear, ‘I’m assuming you caught her then?’
Shinsou punches the air a few times, “Negative. She got away.”
‘You know what that means then’ The static stops crackling, indicating Aizawa was offline.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m seriously going to kill him.” Shinsou groans and picks up his scarf, “Let’s go.”
“Where do you and Red get all this fucking energy?”
“Cause life is the best booster shot.”
“……..ok.”
*
“Good morning, MindJack!” A sidekick greets Shinsou when he enters the agency, “You look…….how are you?”
“Exhausted,” he grits out, stepping into the elevator and punching the top floor button.
When it opens, Aizawa is already waiting for him in the hallway.
“Morning,” he nods.
Shinsou just walks past him.
“Someone had a long night.”
“Oh?Oh! ‘Long night’, he says, the same person who’s been making me bust my ass for the past week. I’m living off 3 hours of sleep, sugar, and cheap coffee.”
“You get used to it, kid.”
“Don’t fucking call me kid, I’m a grown-ass twenty-two-year-old man.”
“Who still sleeps in cat boxers and Mr. Snoozy the bear.”
“Fuck you da—Eraserhead. He doesn’t sleep on my bed anymore.”
“Uh-huh. Anyway, got a new side mission for you.”
“Finally!What is it?”
Aizawa holds up a yellow folder, “Undercover at Lilac Gardens. Some villains have been spotted going in there a few times so I want youto investigate tonight.”
“Lilac Gardens huh? Sounds cute. I’ll check it out.”
After a long day of paperwork, Shinsou gets ready to go to the Lilac Garden on the other side of town. He tries his best to look inconspicuous in his leather jacket,black band t-shirt, dark ripped jeans,and a black beanie to hide his bright hair.
The outside is dark, with the name in purple neon lights on the front. He pushes the door open and immediately regrets it.
“Fuckme,” he sighs wearily and walks in. The name doesnotmatch the interior. It’s seedyas hell and crawlingwith villains. Maybe he should’ve brought backup.
He walks up to the bar, tugging his black mask down.
“Whaddya want?” The bartender asks, putting her hand on her hip.
That voice. It can’t be. Looking up at the bartender, he hid the shock behind his eyes as he looked at the woman he’d been hunting for the past week.
“Dude, I don’t have all night,” you tell him, “Order or get the fuck out.”
He squints and scans the options on the shelves behind you, “Rum and coke. Aren’t you supposed to check I.D before serving customers?”
“Ew, you a cop or something? ”
The clamoring of the bar stops to a standstill as they await his response, your piercing glare the only thing in front of him.
“Nope. Just….new to this side of town.”
Much to his relief, the regular ambiance returns.
“… right. Rum and coke.”
He exhales when you turn around and start making the drink, waving your fingers to float the spoons and tumblers.
“Neat trick,” He comments, “What’s your quirk?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” you put the drink in front of him, “Not a good idea here.”
“Seems like I should be, considering I’m arresting you after your shift,” he whispers low enough for you to hear.
You squint, looking him over, “Ah fuck, you found me. Try anything funny and everyone in here will skin you alive.”
Shinsou takes the drink and sniffs it, “You’re not slick, what’s in here?”
You shrug, “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you.”
He puts the drink aside. “I don’t trust you. Did you poison it?”
“Maybe. Now, you can stay here and do whatever it is you’re supposed to do or get out.”
“As long as I catch you, I finish two missions at the same time and I finally get to sleep.”
“Damn they’re putting you through the wringer, huh? You look dead. Tragic.”
He rolls his eyes, “Can I have anactualdrink?”
“I don’t serve narcs. You want a drink, the toilets are filled with piss by now, enjoy.”
“God, you’re a bitch.”
“You flatter me,” you faux swoon, “I did some research on you, y’know? Pro Hero MindJack.Lame ass name by the way.”
“So you know I could make you walk out of here handcuffed with no resistance?”
“Why haven’t you?”
That’s a good question. Why hasn’t he used his quirk on the girl before him? Maybe he wanted to chase her and arrest her the ‘old-fashioned way’, or perhaps it was something else.
“Also, can’t use metal, dumbass.” You wiggle your finger at a spoon on the counter, and it twists into a curled ball, “That scarf of yours has some kind of alloy in it. Imagine my fucking surprise when I found that out.”
“So….. you had no idea that would work and just went for it?”
You shrug and move from behind the counter to pack up some glasses from the tables, then come back.
“So how long have you been doing this?”
“Bartending? About three years now.” You say while loading the dishwasher.
“And petty crimes?”
“A year. Bartending wasn’t cutting it.”
“Is it interesting? Any stories to tell?”
“Like I warned you earlier, quit asking questions. It won’t end well.”
“I’m trying to fit in.”
“Ugh,” you put a pint glass down and spray something pale yellow and fizzy from the nozzle into it, “Here, drink this and shut up.”
“What is it?”
“Ginger Ale.”
Hitoshi sniffs, then sips, wincing at the tang from the bubbles, “Wow, tastes like medicine.”
“Ginger ale is used as ‘medicine’ in some cultures. Great for sore throats which I’m sure you have considering your quirk and all.”
Looking at the glass, Hitoshi raised his hand to grab it and tilted his head back, sleeve falling towards his elbow, revealing a sea and a venomous cobra inked onto his left arm and the words ‘don’t talk to me’ on his neck in big black letters.
You reach out and lightly poke his bobbing Adam’s apple. He snorts and chokes, drawing a few stares from some patrons.
“What was that for?!” He hisses, wiping his nose with his jacket sleeve.
“No reason, just felt like it,” you laugh. “Worth it though considering you’re planning on arrestingme.”
Oh right…. That’s still supposed to happen.
Rolling his eyes, he gives you a sliver of a smile when he hears your laugh. Fuck, that’s adorable. Adorable? She’s a villain. You can’t fall in love with a villain. Right?
“Anyway MindFuck, my shift is almost over. So you wanna catch me outside or cause a scene here and risk it all?”
He glances around at the numerous villains whose faces he’d always seen in folders and on screens.
“Outside works,” he settles.
“Good choice.”
A little while later, another girl comes in to relieve you of your duties. You take off your apron and hand it to her before stepping out from behind the bar.
“Alright, the safest place for you to work is the roof so—“ you point to the ceiling and quickly disappear into the back room.
Hitoshi drops a couple of bills on the counter and rushes outside, looking up at the roof.
“Better hurry up, MindFuck!” You yell down at him.
“It’s MindJack!” He yells back.
“Probably shouldn’t be saying it out loud like that in front of the bar, stupid.” Your face backs out of view.
“Dammit.” He unravels the scarf around his neck and shoots it towards a nearby lampost, the end wrapping itself around the hanger. Landing on it, he jumps towards the roof and lands on his feet like a cat.
“Flashy,” you scoff, crossing your arms.
“Are you going to come quietly?”
“Kind of impossible. Don’t you think so?”
He registers the joke and blushes, “I hate you.”
“Damn, my feelings,” You fake hurt and put your hands over your heart, “Anyway, to make it easy for you, I won’t fuck with your scarf. Can’t guarantee you’ll beat me though.”
“Hmph. We’ll see. So any more rules?” He asks, thinking he could use his quirk on you, “Before you try to run can I ask you something?”
You stay quiet.
“No response? You were so chattyearlier.
You shrug.
“Yup, you’re the worst.”
You turn on your heel and stand on the edge of the roof. Shinsou steps forward, waiting for your next move.
Turning around, you wink at him before jumping off the ledge and rolling onto the next roof of the building next door. “Catch me if you can MindFreak.”
“Oh,nowyou talk!” He chases after you.
Grinning wickedly, you keep running, occasionally bending metal out of your way and moving a pipe just before Hitoshi manages to get where you once were.
“How the fuck are you so fast?!” He pants, launching his weapon and instead snagging a piece of pipe you toss at him, “This is destruction of public property y’know?!”
“Not my problem, troll doll!”
Stopping for a moment, Hitoshi glared at your retreating figure before shooting his scarf at the closest thing near you to swing on. Troll doll?! Seriously!
The cat and mouse game continues. You easily dodge his weapon as both of you run across the roofs.
“This is getting ridiculous,” Shinsou grunts, his lungs on fire. He sees his opening when you reach the end of your path and stare down at the busy street, the other ledge too far to jump to.
“Fuck, my back,” he wheezes quietly and catches his breath, “Okay, end of the line, sweetheart. Come with me, you’re under arrest. There’s nowhere to run.”
You scan through your options, then turn to stare at him and pout before shrugging and holding your hands up in surrender.
Shinsou hesitates. No way you’re giving up that easily, but he’s too tired to care right now.
“I’m kinda sad it’s got to end like this,” you say, “I’ll see you around.”
“Wait….what?”
You wave your hand, and his scarf wraps around his arms and torso, pulling him to the ground.
“Oh come on!” He writhes on the floor, “Forgot about that.”
You walk up and look down at him, a smile on your face, “You a little tiedup?”
“Thought you said you won’t fuck with my scarf?”
“Ilied.”
You clench your fist, and the scarf tightens around him, “That should hold you for a while. I’ll see ya around.” You walk away from him.
Shinsou wiggles some more, trying to get loose, “You can’t leave me here! Come back. I need to take you in.”
A loose end of his scarf hooks over his mouth, effectively silencing him. Your upside-down face comes into view, “You talk way too much, dude.”
He glares up at you, thick brows furrowed deeply.
“Anyway, this was fun. Maybe we can do this again sometime. Buuuutttt since you wasted my time—“ you squat and start rummaging through his jacket pockets, pulling out his wallet. You open it and scoff, “Really? Nothing? Fucking broke ass. Oooh, who’s this?” You look at the small photo of a tired-looking dark-haired man standing with Shinsou, “Cute, is he your dad? I’d totally bang him.”
He protests and tries to sit up, but you put your boot on his chest and continue tossing the contents onto the floor, only pocketing a few coins. Stealing his beanie, you wink as you step backward away from his tied-up figure.
You throw the wallet on the ground next to him, “Alright, bye MindFuck! See ya around.”
Shinsou tries to yell at you, but the gag around his mouth muffles it. You jump down out of view, and he hears your footsteps running off. He relaxes and stares up at the night sky, wishing he was dead.
Minutes later, he feels the scarf loosen snug for him to get free and stand up. He gathers up his wallet and stuffs it back in his pocket before pulling out his phone. A few taps later and he sees the blinking purple spot. It was a dumbmove to steal his beanie, considering he had a tracker in it in case something were to happen to him. But boy, is he grateful you did.
“Gotcha.” He smirks at the screen.
Groaning to himself, he takes out his earbuds, jumps off of the building towards the alley, and walks towards the street. Making his way towards the bus stop, a squeaky voice calls out to him.
“Mommy! Look! It’s MindJack!”
“That’s right, it is.” The tired woman tells her child.
“Can I have your au-autagaph? I’m your biggestfan!”
Hitoshi smiles tiredly. “Sure kid. What’s your name?”
“Kaede.”
“Nice to meet you Kaede. What should I sign?”
Kaede jumps up and down before getting a crude crayon drawing he made of himself and Hitoshi from his little backpack. “Sign this, peez?”
Nodding, he takes out a pen from his utility belt and writes right underneath the purple drawing of him:
‘To Kaede,
My number one fan and future hero.
-MindJack’
Kaede smiles eagerly, hugging Hitoshi’s thigh before putting the drawing in his backpack.
“Tank you,” he giggles before running towards his mother, who nods and smiles at Hitoshi.
Hitoshi waves tiredly before stepping into the bus, putting his mask over the lower half of his face, and rides home.
After about twenty minutes, Hitoshi face plants onto his bed, groaning loudly out of exhaustion and stress.
This is all her fucking fault! I swear the next time I see her, I’m gonna—
An image of you on your knees, between his thighs with your eyes rolled back flashes in his mind. No. He shouldn’t, but he was so stressed out.
“I just need a shower, Yeah that’s it.” He begrudgingly gets out of bed and strips down to his boxers, tossing his clothes into the already full hamper.
Another image of smooth brown skin tied with black rope flashes behind his eyes.
“No! We’re not doing this!” He yells into the empty apartment.
He takes off his boxers and steps into the shower, letting the almost scalding water run over him.
Sighing gently as the hot water ran over him, he couldn’t stop thinking about you despite the self-declaration he had just made. Your laugh, the way your hands move while you’re using your quirk, your pretty face. Everything.
Maybe the exhaustion is finally catching up to him because Hitoshi didn’t know when it started. Still, he slowly wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself to the thought of you on his bed, tied up in a harness made from his scarf at his mercy. The thoughts of you screaming his name mixed with moans and pleas of “faster! Harder!” flooded his senses as he stroked faster before eventually painting his charcoal black shower walls a murky white.
Okay, no big deal, he just jacked off to the thought of having sexwith a villain….
That’s normal, right?
He watches the white disappear down the drain and quickly finishes up the shower. He’s still plagued by the thoughts even after he crawls into bed and shuts his eyes to get ready for the few hours he’s going to sleep.
He thinks of how satisfyingit’ll be when he finally gets you and takes you into custody. He can almost see the smug look on your face disappear into mild annoyance or maybe fear? Would you struggle? God, he hopes you will just so he can tie you up some more.
“…….dammit!” He hisses and kicks the sheets off when he
suddenly feels too warm. He lays on the bed spread-eagle and stares at the ceiling, forcefully willing himself to go to sleep to no avail.
“I hate her,” he mumbles as he shoves his hands down his boxers and grips himself, stroking it to full hardness, “I hate her.”
He shuts his eyes and thinks of you tied up in front of him, arms behind your back and legs open and bound in a frog tie.
‘You got me,’ fantasy you mocking him, unable to close her legs because of the intricate rope holding them open, ‘Whatcha gonna do now, MindFuck?”
Shinsou fists himself to the thought of fucking you in that same position, his scarf around your neck tight enough to keep you still but not too tight.
Are you a crier or screamer?
A creamer or a squirter?
Do you shake and shiver when you come and gasp his name?
He hopes it’s all of the above. He reallydoes. Not that he’d find out anyway.
The Shinsou in the fantasy pulls out and paints your skin with streaks of white just as he cums in real life, staining his boxers and hand. Maybe you’d let him finish inside to avoid this mess.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his body suddenly too heavy to do anything. He looks at his messy hand and cringes, “This is so fucking dumb.”
*
“Shinsou….Shinsou?Hitoshi!”
Shinsou snorts awake, lifting his head from the desk to look at Aizawa, “Huh?”
“Sleeping on the job? Thought I raised you better.”
Shinsou yawns loudly, “I’m fucking exhausted. You had me infiltrate a villain’s bar without telling me last night.”
“All part of the job kid, you didn’t submit any intel though. Why?”
“I didn’t…..get anything interesting. They drink, eat, and shoot the breeze. I’d wait a while before you try to sting it, I think they were on to me.”
Aizawa hums, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it. What about metal quirk girl? Any news?”
Shinsou swallows dryly, “……no. Nothing yet.”
“That’s too bad, all the best. Hizashi is making your fave tonight, kushikatsu. I’ll leave it in your apartment.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Shinsou smiles.
Aizawa pats his head before leaving the office. As soon as he’s gone, Shinsou pulls out his phone and opens the tracking app, watching the purple dot move around. He’s approximated where you live, but he’s not sure what to do yet. A sting or a solo mission?
He’s already made his decision.
You clutch your phone to your ear while you unlock your apartment door, listening to your sister ramble about her day.
‘—I’m still not allowed to use my quirk, though,” you hear her pout.
“Damn, that’s too bad. I bet it’s pretty powerful now,” you smile and shut the door behind you.
‘I can bend forks now!’
“That’s great, soon you’ll be just like me,”
You flick the light on and put your backpack down on the small table you eat at and start rummaging through the fridge.
“Yeah, I just got home from work so I’m about to eat. So I’ll call you later. Love you, byeeeee.” You pop open the Tupperware and plate the leftovers, putting them in the microwave.
As you wait, you make a realization. Where’s Whiskey? He always greets you when you come home and purrs as loud as a truck. The window isn’t open, so he couldn’t have snuck out.
Before you can turn, you feel your hands get tied behind your back, immobilizing your fingers and wrists. You’re yanked onto the floor, hitting your head on the hardwood.
“Jesus, fuck that hurt!” You groan, looking at the ceiling.
A head of purple hair comes into view, “Boo.”
You frown up at him, “How did you find me?”
“I have my ways,” he watches you struggle a bit in the scarf, “Don’t bother trying to control it. I switched to silk.”
“Ugh, dammit.” You roll onto your side, “Where’s my cat?”
“In your room with some catnip.”
“So what now? You take me in and I get locked up? Mission accomplished I guess.” You sigh.
“Mmmm, not exactly.” Shinsou yanks you to your feet, “I thought I’d do a little interrogation.”
He pulls you to the small couch and seats you down while he sits on the coffee table in front of you, knees spread, “So why do you do it?”
“What?”
“Robbery. Petty crimes.”
You chuckle, “Some of us have needs that a nine to five can’t fulfill.”
“But you still stay in this dingy ass apartment.”
“Hey, it’s not much but it’s myhome.”
Shinsou hums, clearly annoyed, “I can’t fucking stand you, y'know.”
“Feelings mutual, MindFuck. Just take me away already if that’s what you wanna do.”
Shinsou squints, “Tell me who you steal for.”
“I’m not—“ your mind goes blank; the only thing filling it is purple and white smoke.
“Mhm, tell me why you steal.”
“My sister is in school in America so I pay for her tuition with the stuff I steal,” you explain in a monotone voice.
“Where are your parents? Tell me.”
“Dead. Villain attack five years ago.”
Shinsou’s jaw tenses and he lets you go. You gasp loudly and double over, dry heaving, “Wha—what was th-that?”
“My quirk. Takes some time to get used to. It’s kinda jarring not being in control of your body,” Shinsou drawls, “So…your sister huh?”
He sees the worry on your face, “Don’t talk about her. She doesn’t know anything.”
“Mhm.” He thinks for a second, “I’m not arresting you.”
“You’re not?”
“Nope.”
“…..why?”
“I feel like….it wouldn’t be right. I know what it’s like to be alone, believe me. I’m not taking you in.”
You give him a once over, “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”
He shrugs, “No catch. Like I said I’mnot the one who’s gonna arrest you but I’ve been assigned to you so as long as I’m on your ass, no one will come looking for you.”
You relax a little, “I see. Okay, whatever. Is that all?”
Shinsou smirks, “Nope. You fucked up my sleep schedule for a week and a half, I deservecompensation.”
“Youare broke. I could give you a quarter of what I get from my heists if it’s money you want.”
Looking down at you, tied up and struggling in his scarf, spurred him to move closer. “Mmm, not exactly.”
“So what do you want from me?”
“One, for you to take three days a week off so I can finally fucking sleep. And two, payment for the sleep you stole from me.”
“But you don’t want money….”
“There are other ways to pay, sweetheart.”
“H—No.”
“You don’t even know what I was gonna suggest.”
“I’ve dealt with enough skeezy people to know what you mean. I’m notfucking you. I’d rather go to jail.”
“First off, I’m not that bad. Second of all, it’s either this or I leave and call another hero to take you away. What about your sister and poor little Whiskey?”
“Shut up…”
“Whiskey would probably get thrown into the streets and your sister would get tossed out of school. What would happen to them then?”
“Isaid shut up!”
“Look, I can make it enjoyablefor both of us. Blow off some steam. Whaddya say?” He holds his hand out.
“Really?” You stare at it.
“I’m not untying you until you say yes. And don’t try anything cause I have a friendwho’ll be alerted if anything happens to me.”
“Ugh, you and your limp dick can go fuck off.”
“Wrong answer.”
“…fine.”
“What was that?”
“I said okay.”
“Good girl.”
Feeling your brain reboot for a second, you stare at him as he starts to untie you.
“W-What did you call me?”
“I said you’re a good girl.” Seems like she has a praise kink. Noted.
Reaching into his backpack, he pulls out a small paper packet and another separate sheet, “Alright, let’s go over some things. Basic Dom/Sub etiquette.”
“I’m not a bottom.”
“You are with me. Like I said, basic etiquette. Hard limits, safe words, all the normal stuff.”
You take the paper and go over the list with a small box next to each item, “There are a bunchof options.”
“Always need to be thorough.”
You go over a few times, “I mean….all this is fine just don’t….piss or shit on me. And no blood.”
“Cool. So sign the bottom there and we have a deal.”
You hold your hand out, and a pen flies into it. You sign your name and hand it back to him, “There, I signed your dumb contract. Now leave.”
Placing the papers back in his bag, he shakes his head and smirks at you. “Not yet. You owe me. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Hitoshi got up, making his way towards your bedroom to pick up Whiskey, move him out of the room, and clean up the bed.
When he left the living room, you got up and stuck your tongue at the corner he passed. Stupid hero. Who the hell does he think he is?!
You pick up Whiskey, your brown and white shorthair who wobbled in a few minutes after Hitoshi left, from the ground, the poor kitty on a catnip high, “Ugh, my poor baby. You’re conked out. Did the mean man get you high?”
Scratching underneath his neck. You kiss his forehead before putting him down on the counter for him to ride out his high.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay on the couch?” Hitoshi growls into your ear.
“Holy fucking shit! When did you get here?” you shout.
“Language, bunny.”
“Bunny?”
“You’re always running around, and your ears twitch like a bunny’s when you’re annoyed. So yeah, you’re my little bunny.”
Rolling your eyes, you turn around as he cages you between him and the counter.
“Don’t give me attitude, Bunny.”
“Or what?”
Hitoshi pulls you into a soft yet passionate kiss, cut short by you slapping him and pushing him away. Chuckling quietly, he touches his cheek, lilac hues glaring at you. Before you could blink, his hand was wrapped around your throat, his thumb and index finger pressing above your pulse point. “Try that shit again, bunny, and this won’t end well for you.”
Breath hitching at the motion, your eyes roll back at the unexpected pressure on your neck, a very dull heat forming between your thighs.
“Oh,does my bunny like this?” He taunts.
You wheeze when his grip tightens. Your hand grips his sturdy wrist, but it doesn’t budge.
You want to stop just to spite him, but the arched eyebrow and the piercing gaze he gives you stop you from doing otherwise.
“When I tell you something, you do it, understand?”
Nodding frantically, you gasp as Hitoshi scoffs and slaps you.
“Hey!” You protest, cheek stinging.
“Use your words, bunny.”
“Asshole,” you huff.
Increasing the grip on your neck, he glared at you as your eyes crossed a bit. “Look at
you, gettin’ off on this. Try again, bunny. What do you say?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Good bunny. Now follow me. I’m not done with you yet.”
You’re jerked back when he lets your neck go. What the fuckwas that?
“I won’t ask again, Bunny.”
Staring at him, you try to catch your breath before yelping as his scarf shoots at you and wraps itself around you before Hitoshi drags you along the floor towards your bedroom.
“Goddamn, you’re such a fucking brat. You’re lucky I like brats.”
“Hooray for me,” you mumble, words dripping in sarcasm.
“Keep using that sharp tongue of yours, and I’ll gag you, ya little shit.”
After he turned around, you stuck your tongue out at him. Furby head ass bitch…
Plopping you on the bed, you stared at him cross-armed as he smirked at you. “Quit lookin’ at me like that!”
Hitoshi grinned. “You never said quirk usage was a no for you.”
You stay quiet, still glaring at him.
“We had a deal.”
“Ugh, fine. Just—“ your eyes white out.
“Strip,” he orders.
“Yes, sir,” you drone.
Stripping off your shirt and leggings, you stand before him in a violet lace bra and black lace underwear.
“Heh. Cute. I didn’t say stop. Keep going.”
Palming himself over his pants as he watches you unclip your bra from the back, slide it down your arms, and drop it onto the floor. Shimmying your underwear down your cocoa skinned thighs, you stand before him, waiting for his next order.
“Other way, bunny,” he says, twirling his finger around, stopping his movements. “Hand me a rope from my bag.”
Reaching into the bag, you pick out a yellow rope, and you mindlessly hand it to him as he examines it. “Nice color choice. Now stay still. Hands behind your back.”
You turn around and stay as still as a statue following his command. He ties the rope into a box tie, wrapping it around your forearms, shoulders, wrists, and breasts, squeezing them and smirking as you let out a shudder.
“Sit on the bed. On your knees, bunny,” Hitoshi smirks. “Don’t hurt yourself, though.”
Carefully lowering yourself, you sit on your knees as Hitoshi puts your legs in a frog tie.
“Good bunny, you look so good like this. You should see yourself.”
You gasp and regain control of your body, feeling the tug of the rope on your skin.
“What the fuck? What is this?” You try to move your hands, but they’re secure behind you, “Why am I not surprised you’re into this kind of shit?”
“Such a foul mouth, my feisty little bunny.” He coos, reaching out to squeeze your cheeks together in a pout, “What are your safewords?”
“Huh?”
He lets your face go, “Safewords. What do you say if you want me to stop or slow down?”
You stare blankly at him, “I don’t have any. Never needed them before.”
“Do you know what the traffic light system is?”
“Kind of.”
“Red means stop everything. Yellow means slow down or wait, and green means keep going. Got it?”
“I guess. It seems easy enough to remember.”
“So, what’s your color now?”
“Uh, green?”
“Green, what?”
“Green,sir.” “Good bunny.”
He pulls you in for another kiss, softly gripping your face, smiling when you kiss back tentatively.
Placing a hand on your neck, he cups the side of your face while letting the other trail down your body, resting on your thigh. Flinching gently when he feels your teeth nip his tongue that he tries to force into your mouth, he pulls away as you look up at him with a smirk.
“Brat,” he growls, popping you in the face with one hand and slapping your folds with the other. “Behave, bunny.”
“Ngh,” you groan when his hand harshly slaps your pussy, the sting making you jolt on the bed.
“Feels good?” He teases, smacking you again until you’re squirming.
“No!”
“Then why’re you getting wet?” He presses two fingers to your hole and feels the slick there.
“I…” you whine as his thumb toys with your clit while pressing his fingers against your opening.
“Answer the question, bunny~.”
You laugh breathily, “That’s how pussies work, dumbass. What, you a fucking virginor you’ve never gotten a girl wet before?”
Your mocking laugh is cut off when he smacks you across the face again, hard enough for your cheek to burn.
“Ow! Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir,” you whimper.
“Good, you’re learning. What’s your color?”
“….green.”
“You need to be sure.”
“Green, fucking hell!” You snap at him, “Just get it over with already.”
“You’re not enjoying yourself?”
You look away briefly, face warm, “I am. Can you just…..tie my hair back? It’s getting annoying.”
Hitoshi nods, cutting a spare piece of rope and using it as a makeshift hair tie for your braids.”Better, bunny?”
“Yes, thank you, sir.”
“Good girl,” he praises, “But you still need to be punished for that mouth of yours andfor the ten days of sleep you stole from me.”
“What?! No that wasn’t my fault!” “Yes, it was. I was assigned to you, and now you’re part of my caseload so, yes, it is.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Removing his shirt, capture weapon, and undershirt, he chuckled as you gaped at his chiseled body covered in the most randomtattoos.
“Take a photo. It’ll last longer,” Hitoshi snickers, booping your nose, watching it twitch from the sensation. “You really area bunny.”
Looking away as your face grew much hotter, you tried focusing on something else in the room, only for him to tilt your head up, forcing your gaze back on him. “Eyes on me, little bunny.”
Nodding at his instructions, his eyes softened momentarily before removing his black cargo pants, revealing jet black boxers with gray cats on them.
“Cat boxers? Really?” you snicker as he grumbles.
“Oh,shutup,” he snaps.
You bite your lip to stifle your laughter, “Sorry, sir.”
“It’s alright. Now,” he huffs, adjusting himself to sit you at the head of the bed while he maneuvered, lying flat on your sheets on his stomach. “Be a good bunny, and pay me what you owe.”
Squirming against the binds which held you, you felt your skin flush against as Hitoshi’s face got close to your folds. Playfully blowing on your clit, he chuckles as you jolt slightly. His lilac pools catch your brown ones for a moment before winking and focusing on your clit, licking around and beneath the bud. Pulling away, he kept licking and occasionally sucking until he pulled away, licking a stripe from your opening up to your clit. “Having fun, bunny?”
Whining softly, you looked up at your bedframe, trying to think of anything else until his tongue slipped inside as his thumb rubbed harshly at your bud.
“Fuck!” you shout and try to close your legs but the rope holds them far apart.
His laughter vibrated against your folds as he pulled away, tongue toying with your folds as his pointer finger inched its way inside you, curving itself against your g-spot, gently pumping in and out of you.
“MindJack!”
“Call me Shinsou or sir, Bunny.”
“Fuck, sir, please!” you cry out. “Don’t stop!”
Hitoshi smirked at your pleas. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll listen to you this time.”
Pumping his finger faster, he slowly pushes in a second, steadily lapping at your clit as he pushes both digits at a rapid speed, relishing in the sounds of your soft sighs and moans. Gasping at the knot forming in your stomach, you whimpered loudly, arching your lower half into Hitoshi’s touch. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”
Hitoshi pulls away just as you announce your impending orgasm. “W-What?”
“That’s one.”
Hitoshi stole four more orgasms from you with just his tongue and fingers.
“What’s your color?” He asks, caressing your tired thigh Panting heavily, you stared at him, whimpering as he pulled away from your folds, his lips glossy with your essence, “G-green”
Lightly fondling your breasts, he teases one nipple, softly biting the flesh of the other. Pulling away when you try to get some friction from the sheets, he grips the elbow of the rope tied between your neck and breasts, pulling you close to him in a seated position.
“You don’t get to cum, unless Isay so, bunny.”
“Yes,sir,” you shudder.
Gripping the binds tightly, he removed his boxers, revealing another tattoo that says: Taste the Rainbow on both his thighs with arrows pointing toward his bulge. Jesus fuck, he’s big. “Now, I’m finally gonna put good use to that sharp tongue of yours. Open wide, little bunny.”
Looking up at him, you sigh softly before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as he groans at the look before him. Finally got this brat right where I fucking want her.
Resting the weight of his dick on your tongue, he stroked it gently before gripping the ponytail he made for you earlier. “Suck, bunny.”
Taking him into your mouth, you hum gently as Hitoshi hisses at the sensation.
“Such a, fuck, slutty, bratty bunny I have. Your mouth feels so good. Just like that,” he grunts.
Looking down at you, he grips the ponytail he made, he grips the base, hand covering it and the back of your neck.
“Stay still, bunny. Just, lemme use your throat.”
Moving your head a little faster, Hitoshi starts using your mouth as a fleshlight, ignoring the sounds of you gagging quietly. He presses all the way in so your nose is brushing the short purple pubes on his crotch.
“Look at me,” he mutters then groans when your teary eyes focus on his own. Your tongue snakes along the underside of his shaft, teasing the veins winding along the bottom. The action makes thick strings of spit and precum drool down your chin and chest but the weight of his dick in your mouth is so satisfying, you can’t help but moan around it and rock your hips trying to get some friction from the sheets.
“Fuck, almost there bunny. Oh, shit!” he gasps and pulls out of your mouth, stroking his dick over your face until the first spurt of cum hits your nose. You open your mouth for the rest, the tang landing on your lips and taste buds. Licking away what you could, Hitoshi pants heavily while you catch your breath, “Ugh, drink more water.”
“Youtry getting any work done with barely any sleep,” he grumbles back, “Coffee is all I have.”
“Uh-huh. Are we done?” You ask, still upset and would right from being edged and the rope is still digging into your skin.
“Oh, so you don’t wanna come, then? I could just leave you here, all tied up.”
“No! No wait! Please, sir. I want you to. I wanna cum.” You squirm.
“Mhm,” he hums nonchalantly, “Do you deserve it?”
“I—“ you hesitate, “Yes?”
“You don’t sound sure.”
You try to kick your feet but they’re held tight to your thighs, “Yes!I’m sure. You can’t leave me like this, please! Shinsou, fuck me. Ruinme. Um, yellow.”
“Woah, hey, calm down,” he rubs your shoulders, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I’m just….reallyhorny right now and you’re killing me over here.”
“Breathe, bunny,” he coos.
“(Y/n),” you mumble.
“What?”
“That’s my name. You can call me (Y/n).”
“Beautiful name for my beautiful bunny.
“You’re so fucking cringe,” you chuckle.
“Shut up, you like it,” he smirks.
“Nope, still can’t stand you.”
“You sure about that,” he chuckles, pulling you up to look at him.
“Very,” you smirk leaning in.
Neither one of you remember who initiated the kiss but it was sloppy, messy, and yet somehow so romantically passionate, it would make your teeth rot at how sweet it was.
Pushing you down onto your back, Hitoshi pulled away, looking down at your flustered form. “You said you wanted me to ruin you, right Bunny? I’ll ruin you, alright.”
Feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach, Hitoshi dipped his head, nipping at your jaw with a grin before starting on a hickey near your pulse point, grinning at the soft moan you gave.
“You clean?”
“Kind of too late to ask since you already stuck your tongue in there,” you muse, “Yeah, I am.”
Continuing his hickeys, his hands trailed down your body, groping at your breasts before fondling your cheeks.
Tapping himself against your clit, he shuddered as he slowly ran himself along your entrance before slowly pushing in with a deep groan. “Fuck, bunny,” he sighs as you pant from the initial stretch. “You’re so tight.”
After a minute or two of getting used to him, you nodded your head, giving him the okay to start moving.
Moaning as he starts thrusting, you gasp when he starts hitting that spot inside you while toying with your clit.
“Fuck, Shinsou, please!”
“Tell me what you want, bunny.”
“Choke me,” you mewl.
“Oh?” he hums, gripping your throat just as he thrusts back in, steadily increasing and relieving the pressure in tune with his thrusts. “Little bunny wants to see stars, hmm? I can do that. Be a good girl and take it and I’ll make you see the whole. damn. galaxy.”
Crying out at his statement, you felt your eyes roll back as the edges of your vision slowly turned black. “Fuck, sir, please. I’m close. Wanna cum! Wanna cum so bad.”
“You deserve it, bunny, go ahead. Make a mess on my cock, sweetheart.”
The rapid thrusts mixed with the stimulation pushed you right over the edge. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you shout, coming down from your high.
But he doesn’tstop. He’s still keeping the same cruel pace and you’re starting to curl into yourself from overstimulation but the rope keeps you spread out.
Shinsou gropes your framed chest, pinching one nipple and smacking the other a few times.
He watches his dick move in and out of you, white cream collecting at the base and staining his pubes.
He throws his head back and groans, “Fuck I needed this. Your pussy’s fucking amazing.”
He shoves himself nice and deep at the last word.
“Shit!” You shout when you feel his tip push your poor cervix, “That hurts!”
“You know how to make it stop,” he squeezes your throat again to hear you wheeze out a curse. His free hand moves from your hip to smack you across the face again, “You’re so goddamn annoying,”he grunts.
You frowned at him, lips swollen and parted, “You too, sir.”
He chokes you again, gritting his teeth when he feels you clench around him and your pussy fluttering wildly.
Your body jerks and shakes when you cum again, high-pitched moans of his leaving your lips.
Hitoshi, not too far behind, pulled out, finishing on your stomach. “Goddamn, that was…”
“Amazing,” you slur.”
“You okay, Bunny?”
You hum and sigh loudly, eyes fluttering closed.
Shinsou gets to work untying your hands and legs. You groan in relief when you can finally control your limbs and curl up on the bed, hugging your shoulders.
“I’ll be right back, okay?” He tells you in a soft voice, rubbing your thigh.
“Mm.” You respond sleepily.
He leaves to check your bathroom for a washcloth to clean you up with. He runs it under warm water and comes back to wipe you down.
“I feel like a baby getting their diaper changed,” you smile tiredly as he cleans between your legs, “Now I see why they shit all the time.”
Shinsou chuckles and cleans himself up too, “You did great,”
“Mm,” you hum and reach over for the oversized shirt you sleep in, “I’m gonna have a crick in my neck for days because of you.”
Shinsou puts on his pants, “You good?”
“I’m great,” you wave dismissively,covering yourself with your blanket, “You using the front door or window?”
“Window,” he pulls on the rest of his clothes and picks out the pamphlet from earlier, “If this is gonna be a consistent thing,I really need you to go over these so I know your limits.”
“Ugh,” you groan,rubbing your face, “Like I said,just don’t piss or shit on me and I’m cool.”
“Still,this is a binding for both of us so just check the boxes. I’ll come by and pick it up when I have time.”
You yawn and mumble something along the lines of a positive response, shutting your eyes.
Shinsou leaves the papers on your nightstand, packs up his stuff and makes his way to the living area.
Whiskey meows at him from the ground, green eyes stuck in a hard glare.
“Sorry little buddy. It was necessary.” Shinsou reaches down to scratch his ear before opening the window and climbing out onto the fire escape. Just as he shuts it, his phone pings with a message from Aizawa asking how his patrol was going.
Shinsou takes out an energy drink from his backpack and texts back a simple ‘fine’ before hopping up onto the roof to continue his patrol.
In all of Shinsou’s 20 years as a pro, with so many mishaps through love, loss, and mayhem he never could have foresaw this. Something so sudden, so spontaneous, so…ridiculous.
“Kekekeke!” You, his pro sidekick and wife, snickered.
“…it’s not funny, (Name).” He said.
“KYAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA- HEEEE!”
“Quit it!” The purple haired man’s newly developed panther ears flattened on his head at your laughter. His lavender eyes also narrowed in slits.
Warnings: Neito is a dick, Jealous toshi, rumors being spread,
Three weeks pass by, and they are probably the most romantic weeks of your life. Hitoshi is so sweet and caring towards you.
Since then, you’ve been on almost half a dozen dates, and Hitoshi was always courtside cheering you on at every game.
With him by your side, it makes the idea of the upcoming championship game seem like it’ll be a cakewalk.
Shindo is excusedfrom practice because of an unfortunate accident that resulted in a broken nose.
But of course, he can’t keep his mouth shut.
“Did you hear what (Y/n) did to Yo?”
During a practice break, Tatami, Shindos current fling of the month and vice cheer captain, whispers to her friends, “She’s the one that broke his nose.”
“No way!” one of her friends, Mai, gasps, “Why?”
“Yo said she just went off on him, she’s so weird.”
“I never liked her,” another one, Yua, comments. “She thinks she’s better than everyone else.”
“Really? She’s super nice to me,” Mai says. “Helps me with homework too.”
They look over and watch you make practice shots with Mina watching.
“If she’s so smart then why did I hear people saying she was getting tutored by some nerd a couple weeks back?” Tatami scoffs.
“What’d he look like?”
“Purple eyes and hair. Kinda buff but lanky. Always looks exhausted and hangs out with Professor Aizawa.”
“Oh, I know him! I have Biology with him! Nice guy but super quiet. Shi—something.”
Hearing the whistle blow from both coaches, both groups split up as they signaled the end of practice. Going to the locker room, Tatami and her little group kept whispering as you and Mina spoke to each other in English.
“So then I told her, if you want to meet up with him, by all means, go ahead, but don’t do anything stupid,” Mina gossips as you giggle at the weekly tea session. After a shower, you change into a pale white back tie crop top, and navy blue flared ripped boot-cut jeans. You grin as Mina hypes you up on your outfit before leaving with you.
“Where the hell is she going all dressed up like that?” Yua scoffs.
“Let’s find out,” Tatami smirks, finishing and following you and Mina.
Mina waves at you as she walks down the street with Eijirou. As the cheerleaders waited to see what you were doing, they gasped when the purple-haired nerd they mentioned earlier walked up to you and wrapped a hand around your waist, blushing as you kissed him.
“She’s dating that nerd?! Also, did you see his eye? What the hell? Do you think she hits him?” Yua gasps.
“No way! She’s so sweet, she would never! And he looks really happy,” Mai replies. “Maybe we should ask her what happened? We don’t know the whole story from Shindo….“
“Why would Shindo lie to me? He loves me.”
“Does he really?”
“Oh, screw you, Mai! Of course he does.”
“Right, so he tells you that his ex just randomly beat him up, without a good reason? Oh, that’s bullshit.”
“You’ve seen her! She’s fucking crazy on the court! She kicked that girl in the shin because she got crossed. She acts like a guy.”
“Oooh, if she’s a guy, then Shindo likes dick,” Mai snickers.
“No shame in that,” Yua shrugs. “Everyone has their preference.
“He doesn’t like dick!” Tatami growls, “And she doesn’t have one, I’ve seen her in the shower.”
“Why are you looking at her in the shower, Tatami?” Mai smirks.
“We shower together after practice, dumbass.”
“Yeah but you don’t have to look.”
“Whatever! Of course they’d be together, They’re both weirdos.”
Mai sighs, “I think they’re cute together. They seem to be good for each other.”
“Ugh, let’s just go,” Tatami walks off with her mini posse after her.
“So where’re we going Hitoshi?” You ask your boyfriend.
“Well, I was thinking about this cat cafe downtown that I used to go to.”
“That’s so cute!” You squeal, “I’d love to.”
“We have to take the bus though.”
“That’s fine. Do you have any pets? You seem to really like cats.”
“Sort of. There’s this cat that is a stray, but she sleeps just beneath my window. She’s pretty cute. Her name’s Luna.”
“Cuter than me?” you tease.
“See for yourself,” he smiles, showing you a photo of a gorgeous fluffy black cat with golden eyes.
“Wow, she really is pretty. Guess I have some competition, huh?”
“No, she’s pretty friendly. I think you’ll be fine.”
Cooing over the cat photos, you almost miss your bus.
“C’mon, babe,” you smile.
After about a ten-minute ride, you and Hitoshi get off the bus and find yourselves at a cozy little cafe with an outside area for the cats.
Holding your hand, Hitoshi smiles at you as he leads you into the cafe. Smiling at the lady behind the register, you watch as she rounds the corner and hugs Hitoshi.
“Hitoshi! Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you! How’s school? How’s your family? Oh, who’s this?”
“Hi, Mrs. Nakumura. School’s good. My parents are okay. This beautiful woman, she’s my girlfriend,” he smiles, swooning internally.
“Hi. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. My name is (Y/n),” you smile as you introduce yourself.
“Nana, I need to make an—Oh, Hitoshi! Hey, man. It’s been a while,” a voice calls out as they walk through the staff door.
“Yeah. Hi, Neito.”
“Can we see the cats now? Ooh, unless you wanna order something first?” You ask Hitoshi.
“Yeah. That’s a good idea. Two marble pound cake slices, please. Also, a bag of cat treats.”
“That’ll be 711.25 Yen.”
“What about the treats?” you ask.
“Free of charge for a cutie like you,” Neito smirks.
Rolling your eyes, you smile politely, “Thanks I guess. I’m just gonna go sit down,” you take the little bag of treats.
Walking away with Hitoshi, you feel him wrap an arm around your waist. “Toshi?”
“I don’t like how he was looking at you. C’mon. Let’s just eat our food and meet the cats.”
“Alright,” you nod, sitting down in an empty booth.
A fat orange tabby jumps in your lap immediately and purrs loudly, “Oh my god, you’re sochunky!” you squeal. “Toshi look at this big guy!”
“He’s cute,” he smiles while you pet the cat.
“I’ll name you Fatso.”
The cat just lays down and blinks slowly, relaxed as ever.
“I’m sure he already has a name, but he seems happy. You look stunning today, babe,” Hitoshi tells you.
“Thank you,” you smile, your braces sparkling in the light, “I’m trying to change up my style.”
“I like you no matter how you look.”
“Awww,” you swoon, “You’re such a sweetheart.”
Neito comes over with the two cake slices, “Here you go,” he puts them on the table, “A big slice for the cutie.”
You shift uncomfortably in your seat, “Ew.”
Hitoshi frowns at Neito, “Dude, you’re making my girlfriend uncomfortable.”
Neito looks between the two of you, “Fuck off, she is notyour girlfriend. She’s way out of your league.”
“I am,” you pipe up, “And you aremaking me very uncomfortable.”
Neito stifles his laugh, “No way, you’re dating this weirdo? He always comes in here by himself and just sits in the corner for hours petting cats and studying. He’s a loser.”
“God, I hate you,” Hitoshi mumbles.
You wave Neito off, “You’re kinda interrupting our date.”
Neito shrugs, “Just saying, you can do better, sweetheart.” With a wink, he walks away and disappears behind the staff door.
“Prick,” you scoff and reach over to hold Hitoshi’s hand, “You’re not a weirdo.”
He snorts, “Yes I am, and it’s cool.”
“It’s very cool. I could listen to you rant about Biochem for hours. Gets me hot. Well, it doesn’t matter. If you’re a weirdo, then you’re my weirdo.”
A pink flush spreads over his cheeks at your comment when a tuxedo cat jumps onto the back of Hitoshi’s seat. “Hey Fancy Pants,” he chuckles.
“You call him Fancy Pants?”
“You called the tabby in your lap Fatso. Funny cause his name is Ginger.”
Looking up at the sound of his name, he trills gently as you grab a treat for him.
“Hi Ginger. You’re so cute,” you coo, letting the cat smell your hand before scratching under his chin. “Pretty boy wants a treat?”
Hitoshi ignored the butterflies that erupted in his stomach when you said those two words.
“W-What?”
“I was asking Ginger here if he wanted a treat.”
“Oh right, the cat.”
“You okay? You’re a little red,” you giggle.
“I’m good. Peachy,” Hitoshi mumbles.
“Alright,” you shrug before feeding Ginger and petting him before he gets up and climbs off your lap and sits next to you. His spot on your lap is soon replaced by a Calico.
“Aww, aren’t you cute. I love calicos. You’re all so sweet,” you giggle as the cat sits down, staring at you before putting a paw on your nose. “Toe beans!”
“Yeah,” he sighs happily, “They’re up for adoption though.”
“Really? We should totally get a cat together when we graduate! We could have a little fur baby!”
“That sounds adorable but just know that I am gonna be his favorite,” he teases.
“What if the cat’s a girl?” you grin.
“Then I’ll have two baby girls to take care of,” he smirks, wiping cake crumbs from your mouth.
“You’re so corny,” you laugh, feeling your face warm.
“You like it.”
“Mmmm, I do. It’s sexy. Isn’t he?” you ask the cat in your lap, who just keeps purring.
Both of you finish up your cakes and play with the cats some more.
Neito comes over to clear the plates, “How was it cutie?”
“Fine,” you reply curtly, too focused on scratching Ginger’s chin.
“I made it myself. Come by for more anytime.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
You gag when he’s out of earshot, “What a loser. Ruined marble cake for me.”
“He’s always been like that. Don’t worry about him. He’s not worth it. I’m sure we could make a better cake than his.”
“Can you bake?”
“Only cookies. You?”
“Yeah. It’s been a while though.”
“We can learn together.”
“Yes we can,” you smile as you place a hand on top of his as you feed the calico in your lap. “Oh my, you’re such a cute baby.”
After petting the cats and chatting idly with Hitoshi for about an hour, you give a goodbye pat to all the cats in your area before waving goodbye to the owner with Hitoshi.
“Hey cutie, wait up!” Neito calls out, slipping you a piece of paper. “Just in case you ever want a better option.”
“That won’t happen but I’m sure there’s someone out there. Not me though,” you grin before walking away with Hitoshi.
“Why did I get stuck with the short end of the gene stick?!”
A shout interrupted Hitoshi’s Minecraft stream. The chat erupted in emojis and comments as he stopped the game for a second. Hitoshi looked up from his switch towards the camera. Huh?Pausing for a moment as he heard a yell from the kitchen. Was that (Y/n)?
“Almost got it….God damn it!”
That was definitely (Y/n). Chuckling to himself, he checked out the chat answering a couple of questions before hearing another shout. “I’ll be right back guys,” he grins before muting his mic and putting the BRB banner he had for his channel.
Making his way down the hallway, he snickers as he sees you kneeling on the countertop, trying to reach something in the back of the top shelf. He knew you were a little “height challenged” and that sometimes things would be out of reach, assuming he didn’t place objects higher up just to see you try to get them down. “Hey, kitten. Need help?”
Reassuring you while you’re being treated after getting injured
@windex-princess-ami asked: Hi!!! Can I request a fluffy angsty one where Bakugou/Shinsou/Todoroki hold and comfort their s/o while someone else removes shrapnel from a wound after a fight (bonus of their s/o is silently crying from the pain) please???
like, lots kisses and hugs and comforting words please (i kinda picture them sitting on a counter or something) THANK YOU
authors.note: I love comfort fics and just holding their s/o while they are in pain, I just generally like being reassured everything is going to be okay! Don’t judge me. Enjoy <3
TW MENTIONS OF INJURY AND BLOOD
BAKUGOUhad seen you get hit. He watched from the sidelines as the villain sent you flying through a glass window and punched you roughly to the ground, remnants of your blood on his knuckles as he hit you again and again. He doesn’t remember much of the remaining fight and it doesn’t really matter in his eyes, all he knows is that you have several bleeding wounds from glass being wedged into your skin. Without missing a beat he is up and running, you delicately in his arms reassuring words leaving his lips as he tries to calm both of you down. The medics are at loss of words when they see your state instructing Bakugou to lay you down on the stretcher and hold you as still as possible while they remove the shards. “Baby, baby, look at me.” You manage to focus on his eyes, wincing as they took out the shards slowly. You grasped his forearm as more searing pain shot through your side, a particularly large piece of glass giving the medics a hard time while also making the whole process a lot more painful. “I-it hurts- Ah!” He shushed you, guiding your forehead to his with a gloved hand on your nape, rubbing soothing circles on your forearm with his other hand. “I know baby I know. You just have to be strong for me, it’s almost over I promise.” And true to his word, a couple of shards later it was over. They stitched a few cuts that were too deep and wrapped up your torso preventing you from bleeding out. Bakugou still held you, opting to press light kisses on your cheeks and forehead, whispering how proud he was of you and how strong you were. You did pass out after a while giving him a heart attack but he was reassured by the med team that your body was just exhausted. He went back to his usual mean and loud self but he stayed close to your cot for the duration of your unconsciousness.
SHINSOUwas tackled by you when the bomb went off. Both of you were blasted across the road but all the debris which were thrown alongside you collided with only your body ripping a pained cry from your throat. Shinsou tried to soften your impact with the ground by wrapping you in his arms, tucking you away but the damage had already been made as his uniform’s sleeves were stained crimson once they came into contact with your waist. After your very awkward landing, Hitoshi took one look at your state and immediately left the scene with you in his arms. He wasn’t about to lose you and besides, the others could take care of the villain. The med team helped him place you on the stretcher, cutting off your uniform and started taking out the shrapnel causing you to cry out and recoil from their touch. Hitoshi was quick to soothe you, coming into your line of view and making you focus all your attention on him and only him while simultaneously placing one of your palms over his heart knowing full well that the rhythmic beat always calmed you down. “Darling, follow my breathing. There you go.” He would squeeze your hand whenever a particularly large piece of metal was pried, wiping away stray tears with his thumb and rubbing lightly on the spot. Once everything was removed and you were all patched up, he helped you sit up on the bed, supporting all of your weight and not allowing you to stand up on your own. Now it was your turn to reassure him that everything was going to be okay, poor man was panicking.
TODOROKIhadn’t seen you get hit. Hell, he wasn’t even at the scene when it happened. He learned about it through your shared com system, the moment the phrase “Y/H/N has been hit!” left your sidekick’s mouth, he was sprinting to you, shoving anyone that got in his way completely disregarding his public image. He found you being supported by your sidekick, two metal columns sticking out from your sides while blood was already pooling at your feet. You could barely comprehend what was happening, your head hanging low and your feet dragging behind you as you tried to keep up with your sidekick. Shoto rushed to your side, taking you completely off your colleague’s hands and into his own wincing at the pained cry that left your lips as he heaved you into his arms. “I’m sorry, i’m so sorry, I’m going to get you help love okay? Stay awake for me.” He doubts if you even realized that he was talking to you. It’s hard to maneuver you without inflicting any pain and every pained groan or grunt or sob that leaves your body, breaks Shoto’s heart. The medics, upon seeing your condition, tried prying you from his arms but Shoto wasn’t having it. He seemed to be in a trance where only you and your pain occupied his mind. They managed to convince you to put you down on the stretcher but he didn’t leave; he stayed by your side calling your name and telling you things you could hardly make out. You must’ve been crying because he would lean in and kiss the skin under your eyes every few minutes, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. You passed out before they were done patching you up causing Shoto to go into a panic the moment your eyelids fell shut. Poor thing sat next to you until you woke up, kissing your knuckles, the tips of your fingers, your face, in an attempt to ease both of your pains.
⤷Bakugou he likes it when you sit on the nearest surface with your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. one of his hands on the side of your face/neck so he can hold you in place while kissing you like it’s the first and last time; your forgotten spotify playlist playing in the background. his body is so big and hot against you as his strong arm wraps around you and closes all the little distance between you; he loves to suck and bite your bottom lip when you least expect it, and if you make the slightest moan, he’ll laugh and call you needy. he also likes to pull away a little too often just so you can chase his lips; he loves to see that you need and want him just the same way he needs and wants you. he teasingly asks if you want to move into the bedroom and, before you can even answer, he picks you up and carries you there, leaving teasing kisses every now and then on your lips.
⤷Deku there is a smooth pattern of raindrops on the window; the netflix movie you’re trying to get him to watch with you is now neglected as it only serves as background noise for the sounds of your lips moving in unison and he just sighs in contentment because even though he doesn’t say it, he loves it when your lip gloss is smudged all over his lips; it tastes like you. his hands sliding lightly down your back as he leans you down to lie on the sofa; he settles between your legs and holds your thigh tightly with one hand as you wrap your legs around his waist; he can’t help but moan against your mouth as he rolls his hips against yours.
snyopsis: y/n always winds up in the same corner of the third floor of the library, studying near the guy who always has his headphones in. and the one that always smiles at them in a silent greeting.
content:college au, smiley shinso, nerdy y/n, greek myth references at the end bc IM a nerd
word count: 1.7k
a/n: 5/5 of my 500 follower celebration. last fic ahh!! I had a lot of fun planning the event out and working on all of the fics :) thank you guys for supporting my blog!! i love reading through your reblog tags or seeing your responses, they truly make my day and motivate me to write more!! luv u <3
Oh, him again.
It’d only been a few weeks since Y/N had finally found their favorite spot in the library. They remembered an upperclassmen commenting that the higher up you went, the quieter each floor was. This particular library on campus had five floors, but Y/N found that in a small corner of the library, where there was one table and four armchairs, was usually perfectly abandoned and just the right amount of quiet.
Apparently someone else had discovered this, too, because the purple haired boy was somehow always there when Y/N arrived every week, earbuds in and attentively staring at his laptop in an armchair or reading at the table.
At first Y/N was scared they were stealing his spot—they usually sat as far away from him as possible so as to not annoy him—but the second time they showed up he offered them a small smile. Y/N decided to take it as a friendly sign, and they smiled back tentatively.
It was sort of hard to be far away from each other, since the area was a bit small, but Y/N did their best to stay out of his way. He sometimes took naps during his break times, and Y/N would move quietly so as to not wake him. He usually dozed off when Y/N was deep in the study-zone, and he snored softly, which is how Y/N would notice he’d fallen asleep. Then they were touched for a bit, realizing he must trust them somewhat enough to fall asleep near them. This perception was quickly destroyed when Y/N discovered he was a light sleeper, though.
It was now almost time for finals, and Y/N was determined to escape the hectic atmosphere of the dorm rooms and escape to the library.
They almost ran into the purple haired boy, who was also just arriving.
“Sorry,” he said quietly, keeping in mind the quietness around them both. He smiled before setting his things down at one end of the table, and Y/N smiled back at him as they settled down on the opposite side.
He plugged in his headphones and got to work, and Y/N did, too. They always felt oddly motivated to study near him—they’d tried studying with their friends a few times, but they got…distracted easily. And studying alone was something that they’d become accustomed to, for a while, but now that earbuds guy was always around, Y/N became used to the presence of someone else.
They both stayed in their area the entire afternoon, only leaving to use the restroom or to stretch for a bit. Y/N loved walking through the shelves of books, idly noting authors and running their fingers against the book’s spines gently. Sometimes they ate a small snack, but they usually held off on eating until their study session was over.
In the middle of reviewing a new topic, they heard the now familiar sound of purple haired boy’s snoring. They peeked at him from behind their laptop to see him fast asleep on top of his books, his face mostly hidden as he rested his head in his arms. He looked so peaceful, Y/N was envious. How he could just fall asleep so easily they’d never know.
He awoke just as Y/N was finishing up reviewing the topic, yawning quietly. His movement caught Y/N’s eye, and they glanced over to see he was staring right back at them.
They quickly looked away, intently scrolling on their laptop through lecture notes and review sheets frantically.
Purple haired guy let out what sounded like a quiet laugh, but Y/N was sure they’d hallucinated. Too many hours in this library.
They started to gather their things, and realized he was doing the same. Y/N tried to pretend he wasn’t there, intent on not subconsciously slowing down to let him leave first so they wouldn’t have to take the elevator together.
Y/N darted for the stairs as soon as they were done collecting their things, weaving in and out of the bookshelves. The stairs were actually a bit nice—the windows showcased nice views of campus.
The purple haired guy had reached them first. He held the door open for Y/N, who mumbled a thanks and hurriedly started their descent, suddenly very desperate to get away from the guy who looked ridiculously cute when he was sleeping. Horrified by their own creepy thought, Y/N all but burst out of the library and ran back to their room, slamming the door shut behind them as though someone were chasing them.
They avoided the library for a week after that, instead choosing the study lounge in their dorm, which was tolerable during finals season, and with headphones, even more so. They spent the rest of the week there, although their eyes were constantly scanning around the room in case someone was coincidentally friends with the library boy and had invited them over to the dorm lounge, which Y/N knew was an irrational thought to have.
They found themselves back in the library before their last exam, though. It was just so tranquil there, among the books, they couldn’t help it.
Purple haired boy was right where he always was, sitting at the far right end of the table with his things splayed out around him.
When he noticed Y/N he gave them a wider smile than usual and shuffled a few of his things closer, knowing Y/N also liked to have their things surround them as they studied. Y/N brightened at his show of kindness and offered him a much cheerier smile than usual before setting their things down and getting to work.
“Missed you the past week.” Y/N almost jumped at his words. The most they’d ever spoken to one another was that time they almost ran into each other.
“I was trying out the study lounge at my dorm,” Y/N answered, waiting for their laptop to turn on. “It was fine, I guess.”
He smiled at them, again. Two in one day? Damn Y/N and you thought of trying out a cafe instead of the library.
“Do you come here every day?” Y/N asked, genuinely curious. He always seemed to be here when Y/N showed up.
“Usually, yeah. I do my homework here everyday, and study when I need to.” They’d both abandoned their notes for a second, turning to face each other better in their seats. Y/N had never really noticed it before, but he had noticeable eyebags, which somehow made his eye color more vibrant and made him look more attractive.
They held back any emotion of embarrassment on their face at the thought.
“I’m Y/N,” they said, fearful they’d blurt out “You’re hot!” instead.
“Shinso Hitoshi,” he replied, eyes never leaving theirs. “Do you like cafes, Y/N?”
“You know, I almost started studying here regularly instead of the library.”
Shinso and Y/N were at their usual table in the cafe a few blocks off campus. After Shinso had invited them over after their study session, Y/N had fallen even more in love with the atmosphere, and they spent some days there doing homework together. It had been months since their first real conversation, adn right after that the winter semester had ended and they’d had winter break, so they didn’t see each other again until the start of next semester.
Now they switched up their study sessions and homework sessions regularly, agreeing where to meet over text. Shinso had picked the cafe today, saying he was in the mood for some coffee, which he always seemed to be.
“But then we never would have met,” Shinso said, in a voice devoid of any emotion indicating this made him sad. But Y/N had learned to read him the past few weeks—his eyes were twinkling as he teased them.
“I know, right? Lucky I like the library so much, like a huge nerd.”
“And lucky I talked to you first.”
“I was going to talk to you eventually!” Y/N said indignantly, scoffing when Shinso laughed into his coffee cup. “I’m just shy!”
“Are you, or do I make you shy?” He was watching them in what appeared to be a nonchalant way—Y/N couldn’t decipher what he was thinking.
“Shut up,” they mumbled, failing to hide a sheepish smile. Shinso nudged his foot with theirs under the table.
“Remember when you practically ran away when you looked at me after I woke up?” He laughed at the memory. “I’ve never seen anyone pack up their things so quickly.”
Y/N had no retort for that. They focused back on their laptop, staring at their blank word doc.
Thankfully they were just getting ahead on homework today, and nothing was due this week. Doing work in the cafe was always a bit lazier, since Shinso was more talkative when he was caffeinated and Y/N loved to try the pastries they sold and got distracted by the extensiveness of their options.
“Hey.” Another nudge to the foot.
Y/N glanced up at Shinso, who was staring at them attentively from his side of the small table. “Wanna go out for dinner?”
Y/N froze. “Sure, if you’re buying.”
He laughed again, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “Is this like your fourth cup of coffee? You’re so friendly I should switch out your vitamins for caffeine pills.”
“I’d die,” Shinso said stoically. “And I meant that in a date way, Y/N.”
“Huh?Huh?”
“I’ll pick you up at seven, hows that sound?”
“Fine,” Y/N answered quickly, not wanting Shinso to think he’d caught them off guard. He was always trying to do that, and it was endearingly annoying. “Will we be crossing the river Styx together? Should I dress in all black?”
“Wha—”
“You said you’d die, and meant that in a date way,” Y/N explained slowly, as though Shinso were inebriated and not just caffeinated. “So, when is Thanatos coming?”
“Y/N I swear you’re too much of a nerd sometimes.”
They laughed, nudging his foot under the table. One point for Y/N.
a/n: you guys seemed to like the kiri headcanons! & i’m sooooo happy! i’m half way through bnha & im glad i can write for the characters! requests are open!
✸ BAKUGO huffs out a laugh when your head comes to rest on his shoulder not even halfway through the movie youinsisted on watching. if you were awake, he’d say “i told you so,” but he was willing to set his competitive nature aside to shamelessly stare at your sleeping figure. while the sight of you resting so tranquilly was one he could swear he’d never get tired of, he’d rather you not wake up with a sore neck due to what had to have been an uncomfortable position. so he carefully slides a hand beneath your head, slipping out from under you before hooking his arm below your knees and effortlessly carrying you back to the bedroom. he’s quick to shut off the tv and lights before joining you on the mattress and wrapping you in his warmth.
✸ DEKU only realizes you’ve knocked out when you fail to answer his question even after he repeats himself. he figures either the soothing circles he was tracing on your arm or the sound of his voice as he rambled on about the book he was reading must have lulled you asleep. your head had made a home on his lap and the rise and fall of your chest was steady with slumber. the last thing he wants to do is wake you, so he leaves you be, keeping as still as he can as he reaches over to grab the blanket hanging from the arm of the couch. unfolding it comes as a bit of a challenge, but he easily drapes the fabric over you, brushing any hair away from your forehead to place a kiss on the skin.
✸ SERO smiles and pulls out his phone, seeing it as an opportunity to expand the content of his camera roll. he even goes as far as making cute little poses, but nothing enough to disturb you; like forming half of a heart with his hand and holding it up to your cheek with a goofy grin playing at his lips as he presses the shutter button. when he’s had his fun using you as a model, he browses through each photo he’s taken before he lands on the one he likes the most, setting it as his new lock screen. he knows you’ll end up giving him shit for it the next morning, and while the does smirk that appears on his face whenever you point an accusing finger at him for taking unflattering pictures of you is inevitable, he truly does find you beautiful when you’re asleep.
✸ SHINSOU is more than familiar with your tendency to crawl on top of him and get comfortable as if you were one of his beloved feline friends. though, your cheek is usually pressed to his chest so that you can see the television. if not that, your chin rests on his sternum as you tell him about your day, your fingers leisurely running through his hair. so when you’re unimpressed groans at the events playing out on your favorite show fail to fill the room, shinsou’s focus turns from his phone to your unmoving figure. the light that reflects in your irises as you stare intently at the screen is missing, traded in for closed eyelids and thick eyelashes brushing against the tops of your cheeks. he silently smiles, locking his phone and setting it to the side before wrapping his arms around you to join you in dreamland.
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Let me preface this by saying that this is not a fanfiction, this is a drabble. Thank you to @craftycheetah for helping me get this out!!
No, no, no, but can you imagine a no-powers AU professional chess player Shinsou? Because I can see it!
Okay, so let me set the scene…
You two met in high school; you both were in AP classes, most of your classes lining up. And so often, you would see this boy get tormented for everything under the sun, his looks, his hair, his hobbies, but there was one thing about him that stuck out to you. At lunch, while you’d hang out with your friends, you would see him sitting with one other person, a blonde fellow with a black lightning stripe down his hair. You’d seen him around before. He was on the cheer team. But there was something different, laying on the table was a chessboard.
“Wow, Hitoshi!” The blonde exclaimed, “You’re super good at this!”
You were intrigued, to say the least, so what do intrigued people do? They investigate, of course! So you made your way over to the nearly empty table, waving and smiling at the two boys, asking them what they were doing.
“We’re playing chess!” Energy radiated in the blonde’s voice. “Hitoshi is a literal genius when it comes to this game!”
“Mind if I have a turn?” You asked.
“Go ahead!” The energetic one answered.
So you played, trying your best to make small talk between each chess piece moving. Hitoshi answered politely, asking you questions in return about your day, how the classes you shared were going, etc. One question caught you off guard, though.
“So do you have a boyfriend?”
You spluttered and dropped the piece on the floor, going under the table to pick it back up and place it on the board.
“Oh-um! I… I’m single, pretty much….”
“What a shame,” A small sigh left his lips. “You seem like a lovely person. Especially to be talking to the ‘weird kid’,”
“I don’t think you’re weird, I think you’re pretty cool!” You offered him a small smile.
Your eyes gravitated towards his, away from the pieces and the game, towards his facial features. You thought he was pretty, he had a strong jawline, beautiful lavender-colored eyes, and the eye bags actually suited him!
“Checkmate,” His smooth voice rolled over you, and your eyes met. “I hope to see you again, (Y/N).”
A/N!— just my take on what their love languages are! yet ANOTHER draft. i’ve posted like three times this week because i’ve just been trying to clean out my drafts so i really hope you guys are enjoying
DEKU feels most loved through words of affirmation. growing up quirkless, deku never really received the proper words of encouragement that he needed to hear from inko. while things are different now, he still has moments where he feels as though he’s weaker than his classmates and it’s up to you to erase that doubt from his mind. deku grows to see you as another prominent figure in his life, and he’ll very gladly demonstrate just how grateful he is you through any and every mean of affection.
BAKUGOU feels most loved through quality time. we all know that bakugou isn’t very good with being vulnerable,,,or with words. it takes both time and effort to learn how to gently coax him out of his low moments without making him feel as though you’re pitying him. he’s a busy guy with a hectic schedule so whenever you guys spend together, it means a lot to him (even if he doesn’t verbally express it). once you guys get the hang of the timing, you’ll become a pillar of support for the blond; doing homework together, working out together, cooking together, napping together. it’s pretty much just the small moments you guys get throughout the week that makes bakugou’s smile towards you a bit softer.
TODOROKI feels most loved through physical touch. whenever you give him so much as a kiss on the cheek, this boy dies. growing up with endeavor’s harsh hand and words, your soft touch has him in a chokehold. especially whenever you chose to touch him in public (hand holding, hugging, kissing). like, the tips of his ears will turn all red because wow, he’s so happy that you’re his partner and he’ll get all warm inside at the fact that you’re letting everyone else know that you’re with him. todoroki will start turning to you whenever he’s angry, sad, stressed, or even perfectly fine. he doesn’t really need a reason in particular, he’ll just lay his head on your lap and expect your hand to start running through his hair.
KAMINARI feels most loved through words of affirmation. it’s known to everyone that kaminari isn’t exactly top of the class in terms of academics or strength and he grows to rely on you to remind him that he’s more than that. he’s still deserving of his spot in class A and you’re there to make sure to let him know that a test score shouldn’t convince him otherwise. he’ll act all nonchalant about it and it’ll take gentle coaxing to get him to admit what’s bothering him, but he’ll eventually snap and fall apart in your arms. it breaks your heart to see such a beautiful boy feel so negatively about himself so you always try your best to remind him of his worth.
KIRISHIMA feels most loved through acts of service. if you offer to dye his roots for him, or give him a massage after a tough day, his cheeks will turn the color of his hair. he loves having you in his corner and knowing you’re always there to offer a helping hand. and when you offer to help him study, he almost cries because holy shit thank you so much, bakugou is too mean! overall really appreciative of all the support you provide, you give him the motivation to be his best self all the time in order to be that same light for you.
Summary: YouTube is filled with creative people and collabs to bring more creativity. But when you want to try to collab with a particular tired youtuber, things get a little messy. Hopefully he doesn’t regret it in the end.
Summary: YouTube is filled with creative people and collabs to bring more creativity. But when you want to try to collab with a particular tired youtuber, things get a little messy. Hopefully he doesn’t regret it in the end.
Summary: YouTube is filled with creative people and collabs to bring more creativity. But when you want to try to collab with a particular tired youtuber, things get a little messy. Hopefully he doesn’t regret it in the end.
Another a/n: My first series will be about the reader finding her old burn book which isn’t really a burn book but a smut book, describing and rating her college day sex adventures with the BNHA AND HQ Men. It will include a one shot obvvv and ima post pics of the book pages I’m quite excited to do them bc of the xtra craft aspect lol!!
Now Denki was a lot of things… and just recently he’d like to add- a fucking pervert.
Yes it was an accident— at first. You see when he heard your usually firm voice so needy and breathless as you called for your boyfriend- Hitoshi, his best friend and roommate– it shook his world.
His and Hitoshi’s room are side by side so it wasn’t uncommon for him to hear you two whispering or laughing, but nothing like this. He wondered if you two were having a fight and the thought made Kaminari sad, hoping you two could resolve whatever problem had arisen because you sounded so vulnerable. Did Hitoshi really manage to crack your tough interior?
The answer to that was yes, but oh you two weren’t fighting. The moan that is ripped from your lungs after that proves that you two sure as hell were not fighting. It shocked Kaminari so much that he slightly jerked back as if he was caught playing porn out loud.
That didn’t stop him from shakily climbing on to his bed and pressing his ear against the wall, unsure but overly intrigued. That’s when he could really hear it. The creaking of the floor. The bed springs. The gasps. The skin on skin slapping.
He was so stunned he just stayed there on all fours, ear pressed to the cold wall, listening but not listening at the same time. Just trying to process what was happening.
“—holy fuck Toshi please fuck me more!”
“That’s it use your fucking words, slut!”
Kaminari couldn’t believe his ears, you sounded nothing like your normal dominant, blunt self. To think that Hitoshi was fucking you so well on the other side of that wall that it was reducing you to a sub mess made the blond flush red. That and hearing his best friend’s tone that was normally so nonchalantly, filled with rugged passion and such mean words fully sent him over. He didn’t realize he was aroused until his hard-on started pressing against the wall.
He flicked his eyes down at it then back at the wall, no no no don’t, he thought. But a particularly loud slap of what he assumed was Hitoshi’s hips against your ass made you squeal,“d-daddy!”
Hitoshi and he both groaned at the same time and that was enough to have the blond absentmindedly pushing his jeans and underwear down. His mouth fell open as he messily grasped his cock, pumping it clumsily a few times to spread his precum.
“Yea- fuck- take all this cock. You’re doing so good, baby.”
Kaminari had to cup a hand over his mouth to stop his own wine at the lavender haired man’s praise. His gruff, lust bound voice also did nothing to slow down the dribbling precum that was drenching his cock. You two sounded like you were straight out of a porno movie, so kinky and forbidden. It had him growing desperate and he needed more, so he grabbed the nearest item to him- a crisp white pillow. He placed it against his crotch and the wall before he placed his ear back against the wall too.
He caught on to the rolling of Hitoshis hips, finding the rhythm through the loud slapping and mimicking it as he started to hump the pillow. It was almost like he was there with you two, but that didn’t stop him from wondering how you two looked.
You were probably on all fours while his best friend brought you against his erect cock. He wondered how you looked bare. Wondered if you had your hair down and bouncing with each thrust that you took.
He even wondered how good Hitoshi probably looked. Would he be flushed red? Hair matted down? Did he look mad while he was degrading you — something Kaminari did NOT think he was capable of nor something that you would want.
The lack of knowledge and suprise of how nasty your and Hitoshi’s sexual life was left way too much room for intrperatation up for the blond. His mind came up with nasty scenarios of Hitoshi using his quirk on you to get you to submit as he began to thrust his pulsating cock faster against the soft fabric.
He wanted to be there for fucks sake and his neck was starting to hurt from his crouched position, but was he going to stop? No, not when it sounded like you’re close to sobbing, begging ‘Toshi!’ to choke you because you’re about to cum and him obliging while his moans started to turn into deep, raspy grunts.
The blond is a mess, biting his lip so roughly to muffle his moans as he grasped the pillow with one hand. The other balled into a fist and against the wall as he thrusted more roughly even bringing the pillow to meet his hips and sensitive cock.
He completely drenched his pillow when you came loudly, overstimulating himself by rolling his hips and sliding his cock through his filth until Hitoshi came. A twitching mess is an understatement as he doubles over trying to catch his breath.
The shame doesn’t kick in until the next day when he came out to see you on the couch eating breakfast that you two had cooked.
“Morning’ breakfasts on the counter.” Hitoshi would grunt as he sat next to you.
“Left you the strawberry jam!” You said and he’s just beat red in the face, squealing out a thank you before running away.
Kaminari would love to say it was a one time thing. That it never happened again, but that was a fucking lie. At first he didn’t. He didn’t touch himself for a while as an act of punishment.
Until he catches you and Hitoshi making out on the couch, his hand hotly in your hair with a fat cock straining his joggers. That night starts the series of him jerking off and humping his pillow to the sound of you two fucking. For weeks, maybe even months.
And he was growing antsy. He wanted to up the stakes and had been thinking of how he to do so.
And then his perfect opportunity came.
One day he has the house to himself, Hitoshi having left to train with Koda, and his mind is working overtime to think of ways to actually see you two fucking. You know with his own eyes.
At first he liked the barrier of the wall, it shielding you two from knowing what a pervert he was. It also created a nice teaser, the whole he can hear but not see. However, his mind grew restless with thoughts of how you two looked and the dynamics of your sex life. He is fast to catch on to the Dom and Sub domains of it and it has been one of the most intriguing aspects of it. He thinks it is so hot that Hitoshi uses his quirk to control you, another idea he acted out in his head while stroking himself.
Finally, he comes up with the perfect plan: he is going to place a camera in Hitoshi’s room.
It is disgusting, sleezy, immoral? Yes, but he has justified it in his head. I mean you two are just so damn hot, how could he not want to watch you two with the way you guys are always putting on a show. Plus it’s better that it’s him and not anybody else right? He knows you feel comfy around him, the way you casually walk around the house in whatever attire proves that.
It’s just one time. He’ll watch it and then delete it. Never to do anything like this again.
That’s why he is currently sneaking down the hallway with a small camera in hand. His heart is pounding in his chest, hell, he almost feels like he will vomit as the adrenaline pushes him to open the door that is not his.
When he does it though, he is greeted with the combined smell of you two and he takes a moment to just stand in the doorway. He looks at the neatly made bed, the walls cluttered with books, games and other decor. That’s when he notices a cute little nook that can hide his camera right in between a digital clock and a picture of you two. It even seems to blend in well with the dark wall paper of the room.
After placing it, he sighs out of relief and hurries to escape not wanting to spend any more time there than he needs to. In the process though, he catches something on the floor close to the bed. It’s the color of lavender and it makes the man stutter step.
He walks a bit closer to it before looking over his shoulder again as if someone is watching. It does not stop him from moving further until he’s directly standing over it, dipping down to collect it in his hand.
It’s so soft and his mouth falls open when he fully unbundles it. To think you wear such sexy thongs for his roommate is enough to have him stuffing the fabric in his own pocket. Now he leaves the room with new found vigor as he dashes to his own bed.
As soon as he flops on it, he is digging the lacey pair of panties out of his pocket. He takes a moment to dangle it over his face before fisting it in his hand and bringing it to his nose. He wishes he didn’t like inhaling the scent of your dirty underwear, but he does. So much so that he inhales it again while pulling his cock out of his shorts.
He hasn’t been able to fuck anybody else since he started to partake in his perverted activities, probably the earth’s way of punishing him, and because of this his member is already leaking copious amounts of precum.
No matter how tight of a makeshift hole he makes with his two hands— making sure to have your panties in his hand while doing so— he still needs more. His hips thrust about desperately, fucking up into his hands like they were going somewhere.
Each nut only temporarily relieves him, painting the lavender panties over and over again until they’re beyond damp with his kids.
He can’t even drift off to sleep because he is getting a text from Sero saying to come over and play a new game he has gotten. The blond hoping it will take his mind off of his still raging but raw cock, says yes.
Even though he had an amazing time with Sero, Kiri, and Katsuki, his mind is still on you two when he gets home. As soon as he locks the door he feels like something is off. All the lights are off and it’s eerily quiet, but there’s a slight whimper in the distance.
For a moment Kaminari is happy, you two are fucking and he has placed the camera, so he will get his visual soon. He grabs a water bottle from the fridge and starts on to his room except something is weird.
As he walks towards his room and away from Hitoshi’s, it seems the noises only get louder, but then he sees his door slightly ajar. A little bit of light illuminates the dark hallways and his mouth goes a bit dry, but still he shakily pushes the door open and it’s all soo soo soo crystal clear.
At first he can only focus on your face. The way your eyes are low, red rimmed, and glassy as they try to focus, widening when they see him. Eyebrows scrunched together and redden lips agape so that your white teeth and pink tongue are on display– even more so when you squeal out his name, cheeks flushing an even darker shade of red.
“The fuckin star of the night is here!” Hitoshi’s rough voice pierces through the air and frightens the blond out of his trance that he is in, making him drop the water bottle which bounces on the floor. He is positioned behind you on his knees and is angrily staring at the blond, his eyes equally as low but more focused– deadly narrowed actually. His normally pale skin has splotches of red littered on it and his lips are equally as red, bruised.
“Wha-
Is all the blond can say before he is falling victim to the slope in your back, the way you are arched perfectly on all fours for the man behind you. Your skin stands out so mesmerizingly against his white sheets, looking so soft and glowing. You seem to only be wearing a thong and a white tank top.
“You see how he’s fucking staring at you!” Hitoshi is talking through clenched teeth as he yanks you up a bit more by the hair and you whimper.
“I- what ? No I mean you guys are on my bed like-
“Tell me Kam. Min. Nari. Do you put a camera in all your friends’ rooms?”
The man’s heart drops at the statement, let alone the punctuatedly aggressive tone and he’s instantly moving his arms around and stuttering, “NO!-
As soon as he utters that word he feels like his body is stiffening, mind going blank, but still all there. He knew exactly what this was.
“Come get on your knees in front of y/n.” The lavender haired man commands the blond who is under the deep confines of his quirk. His body moves immediately after, mounting the bed and staying on his knees so that you are level with his thighs.
There are a million questions swarming his mind like how can Hitoshi use his quirk on two people at the same time? How do you feel about being so exposed in front of the two men? Will his cock burst?
“You know we were about to fuck, but I luckily spotted the camera and well I was fucking mad. Then my dumb kitten here-
He brings a large palm down on your ass and you’re yelping, the blond can move his pupils to see the way your brown flesh rises in hives under the powerful slap. He continues though, “she said that it couldn’t have been you. She picked your side! So I come in here to yell at you, to show her the truth, and what do we fucking find!!?”
Suddenly the blond is falling forward just barely catching himself before he lands on you, Hitoshi has given him back control of his body, so he shakily scrambles to straighten up. However, not daring to move from the bed, out of fear and curiosity for what he is going to say.
“—THE FUCKING PANTIES, DID YOU FORGET?!” The yell makes him jump then shrieval up in his spot, he’s red everywhere. Ashamed and embarrassed as he flicks his eyes to his shaking hands.
“You doing perverted shit and my girlfriend standing up for you, what will I do with you two!”
“I didn’t take his side! All I said is that he- he- there might be more to this than him just looking at me!” You stumble over your words as you try to look at both men. A scoff comes directly from the deepest pits of Hitoshi’s stomach as he directs your face to look at the blonds crotch.
“Do you see that? You see how hard he is! That’s because he has a fucking crush on you and only you!”
This snaps Kaminari out of his trance and once he opens his mouth, the truth is coming out in fast pant like spurts. “No well yes but no! I maybe have a crush on y/n? But I have a crush maybe on you too Hitoshi? I actually never thought about it like that but I am attracted to you both. You both are so attractive and like after hearing you fucking through the wall for so many nights, I was intrigued especially about the dom and sub stuff and I know it’s nasty of me—— I’m sorry I’ll shut up.” His confidence dissipates when he sees the incredulous look you both are giving him.
For the first time of the night Hitoshi is silent as he looks at his best friend, “see!” You squeal, startling both men and sitting back on your hind legs to give your forearms some relaxation. With you almost leaning your back on your boyfriend’s chest, the blond can see your full chest which is only covered by a small white tank top. It leaves little to the imagination as nhe notices for the first time ever that your brown nipples are pierced with cute little hearts.
“I- can I…. watch you two sometime?”
It takes some warming up to mostly because Hitoshi didn’t like the approach Kaminari took in the beginning. However, this is also the reason why he is open to trying it out—- for revenge because the sleepy man knows Kaminari will not be able to handle what he has in store.
This starts to dawn on the blond as he is in the same position in his bed— on his knees in front of your face— for the last 30 mins as Hitoshi works his fingers deep in your pussy hole. His cock hurts so bad, no doubt having blue balls as he watches you take his fingers within you.
He lets out a stuttered breath when he flicks his eyes up and sees that Hitoshi is already looking at him. There seems to be sweat accumulating on the bridge of his nose, his hair already matted down under the intense heat filling the room. His arm is flexing and rippling under the slightest flick of the wrist and he can’t help the gasp that leaves his mouth under his friend’s intense gaze.
He is scared to lean over you yet he wants a better view at the man literally stretching you open. However, this leaves his mind when he sees the man retract his drenched digits, and finally pull down his underwear. His cock springs free and slaps dramatically against his abs, it’s so large and angry that Kaminari can’t stop himself from leaning forward. He needs a better look and he shudders when he gets it.
It has to be at least 10 inches and that’s putting it humbly. It’s girthy and looks like it is heavy, not to mention how aggressively prominent the veins are that are protruding up and along the soft, pale skin. Hitoshi is too busy lubricating his member with your arousal that he doesn’t see Kaminari in awe about his length. He does however catch him in time to see him now examining your puffy pussy, dripping and ready.
“I don’t recall saying to fucking move!” Hitoshi grumbles as he collects the soiled lavender thong that Kaminari had ejcualted in. He makes quick work of angrily stuffing them in The blonds mouth which he takes like the perverted champ he is. Only a slight blush dusting his cheeks and being seen so desperate even relishing the salty fabric.
The shaky breathless gasp that starts to bubble out of you as he begins to push inside makes the blond groan, “fuckkk.” He tries to say, only the fabric makes it hard as he begins to wet it with his spit. Your gasps turn loud untamed moans when he fully submerges inside you as you watch the blond try to moan around the fabric without gagging. You always feel so stuffed when he is inside you and you love it all the moree with the audience if you are being honest. It all makes you weak, mind fogging as you try to stay in place to take it all in.
He’s always so ruthless when you’re in doggy not to mention when he’s dishing out punishments. His sporadic thrusts to your gspot as he brings you back on his cock with both palms clamped to your hips proves that.
He’s shredding you and Kami is utterly aroused and… jealous to see you experiencing such pleasure. To see you on the receiving end of Hitoshi’s sadistic actions not even under his quirk which he almost lost his mind when he found out.
The next thing is all happening in slow motion, Hitoshi delivers a particularly rough thrust and you’re hiccuping on your words. Tears welding in your already glassy eyes, strands of hair falling in your face as you babble, “T-Toshi too much ‘ts too much!”
Kaminari is stretching his hand out, lost in your eyes, absentmindedly reaching to move the strand from your face. Just as he touches the delicate strand his wrist is being grasped in Hotshi’s large hand, tightly.
“Who said you could fucking touch her?” He growls and the man whimpers, eyes low as he looks up and into his hard, bagged rimmed eyes. You wiggle your ass back into your boyfriend’s hips, prompting him to keep moving while saying, “don’t be so mean to him!” He is quickly ridding the man of his gag, so that he can hear what he is trying to say.
“It’s okay. Be rough with me like you are with her.” Kami is talking in a trance, pupils blown out on just lust and surprising you two. It is hot to see Kami under such a spell and you know your boyfriend feels the same by the twitching of his cock.
“Go ahead and touch yourself, fucking pervert.” He demands, but deep down he wants to see it too. The blond is wide eyed and nodding, clumsily sliding his joggers down to free is beyond drenched cock. He takes it in his right hand and begins to pump the whole length, not patient enough to give teasing actions to his tip.
He doesn’t need to. His whole length is engorged and sensitive and whiny broken moans are falling from his lips at the first strokes of friction. They mix in with your moans, Hitoshi having started to rub you neglected clit while still smashing into your abused hole.
He watches as Kaminari brokenly tugs at his long, cute cock while you launch forward with each of his thrust. Your eyes ogling his friends’ pretty, leaky cock in front of you.
“Come on, pretty girl, I know you’re close. Cum for daddy. If you cum hard I’ll let you suck his cock.” This has the blond gaping almost cumming when he sees you nodding eagerly. You wanted to pop his cock into your mouth the moment you saw it straining and wetten his jeans.
“Wanna cum! Wanna cum for you both to watch— oh god!” You shriek as you begin to squeeze around his cock. Walls quaking as you shake, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Mouth falling ajar. You can;t believe this is happening and that it is so damn good.
“Fuck kitten, your making a mess of his bed!” Your boyfriend states with his voice, for the first time ever, showing signs of breathlessness.
You continue to rock with him, wanting to push your climax further which has the blond stroking himself faster. He watches as hot cum drips around Hitoshi’s cock and lap until it drops to the bed. He removes his fingers from your clit and grabs Kami by the chin with one hand and shoves his wet fingers in his mouth with the other.
He lewdly moans as he looks up at the man with puppy dog eyes, opening his mouth to further take the man’s fingers inside. You take the opportunity to wrap your lips around his salty tip, still being fucked into by Hitoshi who is making Kami drool around his long fingers.
It is so much for him to handle. His best friend fucking his mouth with his long skilled fingers, push so far that he gags and has drool splatting on his chest. This while you simalutanously engulf him in your own throat, taking him all the way and not focusing on the burn that it provides– too busy being fucked stupid.
“Dirty fucking boy. What a slut you are too huh?” Hitoshi chastises gripping his chin tighter, “you wanna be another toy for me to use huh?”
That’s the last straw for Kaminari because he’s panting your face with hot, thick ribbons of cum. The scene quite erotic to Hitoshi, you gloriously covered in Kami’s cum and your own cum while Kami twitches out of his mind while shaking his head.
The only thing on the blond’s mind is the insatiable hunger that this has lit under his ass.
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