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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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Eraserhead gets stalked home by a deranged fan, and his entire family held hostage. This an intense little erasermic family horror/thriller that really keeps you on the edge of your seat! The writing really has you feeling the horror of the situation. I highly recommend it. But siriously, read the warnings in the tags.
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A Common Cuckoo
by Mags_Pie
Shouta only managed a single step into the room before the sound of a gun being reloaded hit his ears. He jumped back, his capture weapon threaded through his fingers, his quirk flaring alive, shooting his hair up into the air as he scanned the room.
“You have a lovely family, Eraserhead,” a voice said in the dark of the room. A figure loomed behind three chairs, each with his family seated and tied to them.
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A villain has taken Shouta’s family hostage and has placed himself at the head of the family.
⚠️This one gets a little dark, so keep an eye on the tags!⚠️
Eraserhead gets stalked home by a deranged fan, and his entire family held hostage. This an intense little erasermic family horror/thriller that really keeps you on the edge of your seat! The writing really has you feeling the horror of the situation. I highly recommend it. But siriously, read the warnings in the tags.
Plot: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Writing: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
A Common Cuckoo
by Mags_Pie
Shouta only managed a single step into the room before the sound of a gun being reloaded hit his ears. He jumped back, his capture weapon threaded through his fingers, his quirk flaring alive, shooting his hair up into the air as he scanned the room.
“You have a lovely family, Eraserhead,” a voice said in the dark of the room. A figure loomed behind three chairs, each with his family seated and tied to them.
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A villain has taken Shouta’s family hostage and has placed himself at the head of the family.
Pro Hero Shinsou Hitoshi/Reader {patreon poll winner}
Shinsou just likes to know the ins and outs of his mask. That’s why he spends so much time hovering over you in the support center of the agency. Right? ao3 link
Pro Hero Shinsou Hitoshi/Reader {patreon poll winner}
Shinsou just likes to know the ins and outs of his mask. That’s why he spends so much time hovering over you in the support center of the agency. Right? ao3 link
Request -Shinso x reader where she sticks up for him and decks this one kid who’s just being super rude and Shinso has that moment where he’s like “oh. Oh no. Feelings. Hnnnnnnn”
Fluff
Warnings - Bullying,
Pairing - Hitoshi Shinsou X Fem!Reader
[ For the plot your quirk is called hydra, it allows you to produce a variety of nonlethal venoms and their antivenoms as well as changing your appearance in terms of your eyes, teeth, and skin around the eyes it also forces you to elongate your S’s ]
A/N This takes place before his years in UA
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Just another day. Shinsou tells himself as he walks down the hall. His head’s hung low, keeping under the radar of anyone who might know him or about his quirk. It was a curse for him since the day he developed it in his eyes. People always whispered around him, were always scared to talk to him, to utter a word to him. So the solution became to talk about him, around him.
“Did you hear what hisquirk is? Mind control.”
“Steer clear before he gets his hooks in you.”
“What a weirdo.”
“Creep”
“A real villain if you ask me.”
It was just normal for him at this point, the words that used to hurt just make him numb now. People avoid him in the hallway, going out of their way to move an extra step away from him.
“Watch it freak.” Some student laughs when he bumps shoulders with Shinsou. One of the boys with him laughs along, high-fiving him. Shinsou doesn’t reply, instead keeps his head down and presses on.
It wasn’t like anyone was going to step in and help him, he had no friends, everyone was too scared to talk to him in the fear of his quirk. Might as well take up selective mutism. He mused one day to his parents who just encouraged him to be himself. Like it’s doing me any good, to begin with.
Shinsou comes to a stop when someone steps right in front of him. The boy in front of him is tall, standing with his hands on his hips. Ram’s horns twist out of his head, adding to his intimidating look. “Well, if it isn’t Shinsou Hitoshi.” He looks down at the tired teen. “The brainwasher.” The boy mocks, getting people’s heads to turn towards the commotion. “Why are you still here? Don’t you have other things to do villain?” He takes a step towards Shinso.
Shinsou opens his mouth, closing it when kids step back in fear of him. He just huffs out a breath of frustration.
“Pathetic.” He states, towering over him with another step. “No one cares what happens here. If you left, if I beat you up like the villain you are, they don’t care.” He leans in close. “So you’re better off gone.”
Behind the boy, some people move aside, eyes going wide at something Shinsou couldn’t see. “You know.” A voice speaks up from behind the boy. He visibly stiffens, “you shouldn’t keep your back to a serpent ram.” Every s is drawn out, careful, alluring almost. “They might just decide to strike.” A hand appears on his shoulder, making him jump. The boy moves away to show off a student who just smirks, showing off the sharp teeth and fangs in her mouth. “Off you go ram.”
He straightens up in front of the crowd that gathered. “You don’t scare me.”
Her head tilts to the side. “No?” She steps closer to him, slit eyes gazing up at him. “You sure about that? All it takes is one little drop, one nick and you’re out for the day, you wanna risk that.”
“You can’t use your quirk without a license.”
“No one here will snitch that it was anything but an accident. Ain’t that right?” People nod, more afraid of the student with the snake quirk than the ram. “Exactly. So. Scram.” He scoffs, turning on his heel and leaving. She looks around at everyone and snaps her fingers. “What are you lot looking at? Scram.” She hisses out, getting the crowd to disperse. She turns and looks at Shinsou, who has yet to turn his gaze away from her. He’d never met anyone like her, so willing to step up for him, to help him. His heart was going to explode at this rate as this new feeling overtook him. “You okay?” She holds her hand out to him.
He nods, taking it and allowing her to help him up.
“He’s a jerk, don’t let him get to you. That idiot doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” She goes on, glaring in the direction that he’d gone down. “If he gives you trouble again let me know, I’ll kick his ass.” She looks back at him. “Where are my manners?” She sticks her hand out again to him. “L/N Y/N.” She states confidently.
He looks at her hand for a moment before taking it. “Shinsou Hitoshi.” His voice is soft, eyes drifting all across her face, taking in everything about her. His face heats up as she smiles ever so sweetly at him.
“Nice to meet you.” She’s the first person to willingly talk after him. She’s the first person who’s not afraid of him. She’s the first person he’s had a crush on.
im writing this fic that’s like a rock band bakusquad AU from denki’s pov and it’s so chaotic fodmjdjdk. there is stoner bassist sero and like mina on the vocals, drummer baku and guitarists kami and kiri and they practice in Sero’s basement bc I’m cliche af
and like there is kamibaku as kinda fwb but then shinsou comes along because he works at a bar they do gigs at fimddnsksm and like there are also like kiribaku undertones, like some unrequited feelings on bakugou’s part and istg kamibaku is a crackship of mine so I just plopped my actual ships in this mess and it’s getting pretty interesting but I honestly dont know who would read this fofmdndkdmdjdkd
okay so I’ve shipped shinkami for a while and ofc there is the whole young erasermic aspect to it but guyssss! I know the traitor theory is old news but I’m a traitor!kaminari enthusiast (bc I lowkey want my baby to have a powerful arc) and I cant stop thinking about the power dynamic that arc would create-
like can someone write a shinkami fic where they start being a thing or whatever and then shinsou finds out kami is like working for villains and doesn’t know what to do? bc shinsou has really strong beliefs on heroes and has been called a villain all his life. like what would he do, what would he choose, would he protect kami and become the very thing he swore to never be or would he sell him out on his journey to be a proper hero?
pls tell me I’m not a clown and that there are others on this ship pls
