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Yamada Hizashi(Present Mic) x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

The Songbird ✨✨by mighty-mighty-man (Pair_Up),  TheTortoiseQueen (fluff, humor) A mysterious woman has appeared-- And has stolen Present Mic's (other) dream job-- The (temporary) music teacher of UA! Just who does she think she is, coming in here with her beautiful dresses and beautiful singing voice, stealing Mic's heart-- Job! Stealing his job! [COMPLETED]

Oscillations/tumblr ✨by @ilcaeryx/Ilcaeryx ( oneshot, fluff, humor) Present Mic terrorizes everyone with the fact that he’s married, even you, his object of affection.[COMPLETED]

A Universe of Coincidences✨ by Aiden21(oneshot, fluff, neighbours) You just moved into your new place and one of your neighbors turns out to be really cute. Or, You're too dumb to recognize one of your favorite heroes out of uniform.[COMPLETED]

Last Night a DJ Saved My Life ✨✨by Lady_Dirtbag (tooth rooting fluff, slowburn)After Present Mic saves you from an attacker, the two of you strike up a friendship. Or: A year of being friends with Present Mic before you idiots realize that you're in love.[COMPLETED]

Fireworks ✨by Lady_Dirtbag (fluff) "Uh, hi there," he said, awkwardly patting her on the head. "Do I know you?" The little girl nodded, her pigtails swinging. "You're my daddy!"[COMPLETED]

Speechless by dupusdiingus (oneshot, friends to lovers, crushes, hurt/comfort) You're roomates with Aizawa and Hizashi, just cute shenanigans as you try to process your crush on Yamada while he's kinda oblivious....Or is he flirting with you?[COMPLETED]

To sing and to listen by @dira333/Fogfire(oneshot, comfort)You're a caretaker at the Crimson Riot Children Hospital. Sometimes calling the nice guy on the radio is the only thing calming down your kids.[COMPLETED]

No Filter by pancakeparker(oneshot, angst with happy ending, fluff) Hizashi has a nasty run-in with some villains. One of them has a Quirk that just makes him act… a little bit different.[COMPLETED]

Reasons Why I Love You by nek0zawakun( oneshot, fluff, humor) "I'm sorry, looks like something came up at school. I won’t make it to dinner, but I promise to make it up to you. How about…me? " [Y/N] chuckled at the silly selfie Hizashi attached and typed a quick reply. "I accept your humble offer."[COMPLETED]

The Call by AizawaIsCrazy(oneshot, suicide mention, hurt/comfort) Hizashi is doing his usual gig, radio show, calm music, q&as, everything was going great. But one call made his heart stop for a minute.[COMPLETED]

Quieter For You (Present Mic x Shy!Reader) by @lordsister (oneshot, fluff)“If I was quieter my chances with (y/n) would be better, right?” “Right.”[COMPLETED]

Number by @specialagentlokitty (pneshot, fluff)When you first met him, you were simply just walking through the store, heading to the cereal aisle.[COMPLETED]

Hello My Favorite Listener ! by SugarThief(fluff, mutual pinning)You are Present Mic’s personal assistant , but things between you both are becoming a little more personal.[COMPLETED]

Soup's On by tustinjomimori(oneshot, fluff) Your attempt to make a hot meal for your boyfriend backfires and leaves you bawling in the middle of his kitchen.[COMPLETED]

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Sleepy | Amajiki Tamaki

Summary | Tamaki has had a long day at the Fat Gum Agency, and falls asleep on you while on the train back to campus.

CW | Fluff, sleepy boi, no warnings

Word Count | 0.6k+

A/N | I thought this idea was cute. It ended up being a little shorter than I wanted, and I'm not sure how I feel about the end result, but I hope you enjoy our shy cutie!

Being from a different year and a different course than the people being targeted by the League of Villains, you had gotten permission to leave the UA campus unaccompanied to meet Tamaki as he leaves Fat Gum's agency.

You know he's been tired recently, having a lot of work, as well as recovery, to do after the whole Yakuza situation, so you thought it might be nice to surprise him.

You had only been there for a few moments, standing in front of Fat Gum's agency, before you see Kirishima and Amajiki exiting the building together.

"Hey!" you call out, making both of them look towards you.

Kirishima raises his hand and waves, Tamaki smiling softly as his eyes meet yours. The two boys walk over and say hello to you, Tamaki shyly taking your hand.

You give him a bright smile, standing on your tiptoes and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, making him blush.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

"I came to meet you, of course! I'm here to be your escort home!"

His eyes crinkle cutely as he squeezes your hand. "Our train leaves soon, we should start walking. We don't want to miss it."

You nod and give him another kiss on the cheek, flashing a smile at Kirishima as the three of you start walking towards the train station.

You and Kirishima chat as you walk, Tamaki just walking along beside you quietly, not joining in with the conversation, simply listening and glancing at you occasionally.

By the time you get to the train station, the train is almost there, so you don't bother sitting down, just standing on the platform and waiting.

When the train arrives, you enter quickly together, the train being relatively empty, allowing the three of you to sit together, Tamaki sitting between you and his red-haired friend.

Despite the train having few people inside, there are still people around, so you sit quietly, not wanting to be rude and disturb the people around you.

After a few moments, you feel something on your shoulder. When you look to see what it is, you see your boyfriend's head lulling, knocking against your shoulder.

You're a little surprised to see him asleep, you didn't expect that he'd fall asleep while still on the train, but you guide his head to properly rest on your shoulder so his neck has a bit more support.

"Should we wake him up?" Kirishima whispers to you.

"Let him sleep," you respond immediately, eyes not leaving your boyfriend. "He obviously needs the rest if he's falling asleep on the train."

"I think it's you," he says, smiling and continuing to explain when you tilt your head in questioning at him. "I think you make him comfortable. He'd never usually sleep on the train."

When he says that, you smile and look down a little, soft blush on your cheeks.

Upon arriving at the station, you gently shake the dark-haired boy awake, trying not to startle him. You do startle him though, him being a little confused, having not realised he was falling asleep.

Kirishima offered to go on ahead and leave you two alone, but considering that he's in Class 1-A, aka the class that has been targeted by the League of Villains, both you and Tamaki tell him to just walk with you.

On the walk back to campus from the train station, Tamaki continuously apologises to you for falling asleep, even though you keep insisting that it's okay and you found it cute.

Once you're back in your room, well, Tamaki's room, he tells you that he wants to stay awake and cuddle for a while, but he ends up quickly falling asleep on you once again, but this time in a place where he should be sleeping.

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' I THINK I REALLY LIKE YOU! '

accidently confessing/getting confessed to by the mha boys!

Including!

Hanta Sero, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Shota Aizawa, and Hizashi Yamada

part one / m. list

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may i request my bb tamaki amajiki for your touch starved boys series?🌚

hell YES you can get tamaki amajiki!! 🐙 full series here

touchstarved!tamaki who takes notice of you right away. it’s a reflex, really—as anxious as he is, he inputs new people into his brain immediately so he’s not faced with awkward situations later on

touchstarved!tamaki who overthinks every interaction, a habit that only gets worse the more time he spends with you. sends mirio at least three texts a day that begin with "DO YOU THINK THEY MEANT TO DO/SAY THAT"

touchstarved!tamaki who finally takes his friends’ advice and asks you out for coffee, feels his heart stutter when your pinky brushes against his, tucks your hand into his own before he can stop himself

touchstarved!tamaki who has hundreds of things he wants to do you (man is a freak you can't change my mind) but doesn't want his lack of confidence to get in the way. spends hours online researching dirty talk/positions/erogenous zones only for that to all fly out the window the minute you actually get your hands on him

touchstarved!tamaki who's, yes, a blushing stammering mess for the first few minutes, but transforms in front of your eyes once it sinks into his head that all those cute whimpers you're making are because of him

touchstarved!tamakii who whispers praise into the shell of your ear as he spreads you open on his fingers, "right here, love? is there where you need me?"

˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 feel free to drop an ask, too—i love chatting with y'all 🥰 adorable divider by @saradika-graphics

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Tamaki amakiji headcannons nsfw and sfw

SFW

Tamaki likes to cuddle into your thighs or belly, there just so soft

he whines until he gets his cuddles, he literally feeds of cuddles.

likes to have his fingers played with, he likes getting his fingers and palms kissed.

likes small chunky dogs ie bulldog puppies

he would rather kiss you then you kiss him, it gives him a feeling of purpose

Tamaki wants to be hand fed like a baby, like you sit in his lap and hand feed him the food he eats for his quirk.

because he wants to be positive but is so socially awkward, he probably wants you to be positive but quiet around him because it makes him feel better

is good with kids, he’d be a good dad

probably would date a girl in the 2nd or 1st year of UA, he’s too awkward with 3rd year girls

his nicknames for you are common “baby, sweetheart, bubs” ect

NSFW (only a few)

Probably likes positions were he can see your face (missionary, lotus, mating press)

He whimpers, like he’ll bury his face in your neck while holding you in a mating press and whimpers in your ear.

likes to eat you out when he’s bored, with your consent ofc

when he’s frustrated from either jealousy or hero work, just give him a blowjob and he’ll calm down

will push down on your belly whole fucking you and will try to feel his dick go in and out

likes your boobs, he likes to suck on them, play with them. Sometimes even makes breast feeding jokes but is never serious

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Shy Makeouts with Your Fav!

Summary: You initiate a makeout as a confession and he's just putty in your hands!

Warnings: Just fluffy stuff, makeouts, sub!character, dom!reader, gn!reader

"H-Hold on..." He said, staring up at you shyly. He'd always had the softest spot for you and no matter how confident he could be, no matter how resilient- he never could tell you no. That's what had him sitting on his own bedroom floor with you in his lap, kissing down his jaw without any shame for knowing neither had confessed yet.

"Sh-Shouldn't we talk about this first...?" He asked weakly, swallowing thickly as his head rolled to the side to give you more room. This felt so taboo, and yet he had no intent to stop it. "Hey..." He shuddered while your lips brushed his throat, but his palms stayed planted on the floor.

He could never pinpoint what it was about you that made him so shy. Maybe it was you dazzling smile or the mischievous glint your eyes would have when you had an idea that would get him in trouble. Kinda like right now. You were smirking at him for above, peppering his face with kisses, giggling at his blushed cheeks and furrowed brows.

"I'm seriou- ahh..." He sighed, melting when your lips brushed the shell of his ear. Your playful giggle rang in his ears as he tried to muster the willpower to stop you, to make you talk things out with him. "W-Wait, please-" He begged, trembling under your touch, but his arms betrayed him, pulling you closer instead of pushing you away. "Just talk to me, you know I hate it when you get all cryptic..."

"What would you like me to say, big guy?" You finally mused, breath hot on his ear.

"That you like me...?" He confessed with red cheeks. "T-That you keep kissing on me because you want be my..." He didn't have the heart to finish his thought, the embarrassment becoming too much to bare.

"Oh, but I do like you..." You smirk deviously. "And I do want to be whatever it is you want me to be." You didn't miss how his infectious, dopey grin cracked across his face at your confirmation. "There's that cute smile..." You giggled, settling back into his lap as he melted against your touch like butter in a pan. "Now, where where we?"

Mezo Shoji, Fumikage Tokoyami, Mashirao Ojiro, Eijiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki, Izuku Midoryia, Tenya Iida, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Juzo Honenuki, Shihai Kuroiro, Iguro Obanai, Inosuke Hashibura, Tanjiro Kamado, Gyomei Himejima, Tomioka Giyuu, God Usopp, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsoke Sanji, Cyborg Franky, Portgas D. Ace, Spirit Albarn, Soul Evans, and whoever else you'd like!

I hope you guys like this format! I wont be doing this like this all the time, but I thought it might be a way to give yall something when I'm away for a few days at a time!

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Why does this look like Murderface?

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Win-Win - Hizashi Yamada x Reader

for @alienaiver for the Milestone Week 5 - follow up to part 4

You’ve grown to know Hizashi as a being that’s curious to the core. 

You need a cane. Why? Since when? How does it work? Is there anything else that helps? 

His mind isn’t a hamster in a training wheel, instead, it’s a herd of eager sheep running over the hills, looking for the next delicious bite of grass. 

It doesn’t take him long to figure you out, even with the occasional bout of “acute amnesia” as you call it, when his overworked brain just drops the ball and he forgets seemingly everything.

“Want to cook with me tonight?” He asks often, even when sometimes your only job is to sit and watch him do the work and pretend he’s on a cooking show, besting his opponents.

It takes the sting out of all those perceived demands, his curiosity, and his eagerness to learn, change, and do things a little differently.

It helps shoulder the burden of a growing workload, because now there’s not just your laundry to be done, and your Dinner to be made, and your mess to be cleaned up.

Not that you have to do all that much. 

You know just how blessed you are with a husband like him.

Hizashi loves to perform and he can make everything a performance.

Vacuuming the living room? Please rate how sexy he’s swinging his hips - and the vacuum. 

More than once has he interrupted his dusting to sing you a song, the little duster a makeshift micro. 

Hizashi calls laundry day his favorite 3D Puzzle because everyone gets a pile and the first to have sorted theirs wins a kiss and the right to choose what’s for Dinner and he usually tries to clean the shower when you’re in it, winking at you every time he manages to make eye contact.

He’s silly and earnest at the same time and you can tell that all those little mundane things make him happy just because he can do them with you and for you.

Until… well, until he falls off his streak.

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People like to think that Hizashi is spontaneous, and he is, but he’s built on a foundation of routine. He brushes his teeth with the same brand of toothpaste he used in middle school, he figured out how he likes to wear his hair straight out of high school and stuck with it and he’d never tell, but you know he doesn’t sleep on the right side of the bed just because. 

With his routine in place, everything else is possible. Until it’s not.

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“It tastes different,” Hizashi whines, spitting out his toothpaste. “They changed the formula, I’m telling you.”

“I’m sorry,” you press a kiss to the side of his mouth. “Do you want me to try at a different store? Maybe someone’s got backup.”

“No, it’s silly,” he tickles your side before letting go. “It’s just toothpaste.”

But you can tell it messes with him. 

You find him cooking dinner without asking for your help that night, guilt visible on his face when he realizes he forgot.

“It’s not a big deal,” you insist, “I’ll do the dishes, Chef Yamada.” 

He giggles at that, kissing you noisily over the lovingly decorated plates. Though when it’s time for you to do the dishes, he drags you into the living room instead, making the most of your previous rest day to throw a spontaneous dance party. And when your legs give out, he keeps swaying you from left to right.

You find the dirty dishes in the morning, exactly where you left them. 

“Don’t do them,” Hizashi insists, almost dropping his coffee in the usual morning rush. “I’ll do them after work, I promise.”

He’s out the door only to race back inside for his kiss. “I didn’t forget,” he insists, already on the way out again.

If it feels a little like a bad omen, you push the thought away.

-

The dishes keep piling up.

You meant to unload the dishwasher only to find you couldn’t bend over long enough and taking a short nap to gather your strength has turned into sleeping the day away, exhaustion weighing you down.

You can tell that the mess is driving Hizashi crazy. He came home late on Monday, his kisses tasting like cold leftovers and cold coffee.

Tuesday he takes you out to dinner and Wednesday he eats in school. 

On Thursday, you gather all your strength and tackle the pile of laundry, deciding that fresh clothes are a little more important than clean dishes right now. You can eat out, but you can’t send Hizashi to work naked. 

“You did the laundry?” Hizashi’s frozen in the doorway.

“Yeah,” you smile up at him from where you’re folding the last of his shirts. “It was necessary.”

“But we always do laundry together,” he says, a tone in his voice you know all too well from yourself. 

“I thought-”

“That’s the only thing I was looking forward to this week,” he exclaims, louder than necessary. “After everything, you could have let me do the laundry with you.”

“Hizashi-”

“Now I have to do the dishes,” he can’t hear you, it seems, staring off into space. “And you know I hate doing the dishes. Why do I have to do all the awful stuff? Why-”

You grab his face, press your hands against his cheeks until his mouth resembles that of a fish. “Hizashi!” You cut him off. “You’re spiraling.”

“mnt”, he tries to disagree. 

You kiss him softly and pull back, still holding tight. “Please. I know everything’s messy right now and it sucks, but we can do it together, okay? Just don’t spiral, please.”

He’s quiet for a while, almost going cross-eyed as he tries to focus on you.

“Kiss?” He asks finally and you lean in, loosening the tight hold on you.

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“It all started with that stupid toothpaste,” Hizashi grumbles out half an hour later.

It had been hard to lure him back into the kitchen again, mainly because you too could think of better things to do than tackle the mess. Like cuddling in bed, or kissing him until you’re dizzy.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. My mouth felt weird all the time. Maybe I’m allergic to an ingredient. Do you know how long it took me to figure out this was the brand I liked the most?”

“No,” you look up from the pan you’d been drying. “How long?”

“Oh,” Hizashi halts, the sponge in his hand dripping suds. “I don’t know, actually.”

You can’t help but laugh. “You know what? I’ll go look for a new toothpaste for you tomorrow. I know what you like. Maybe I’ll find your new favorite and if not, we can make it a thing, testing out different toothpaste.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course, after all, I took the laundry from you.”

He pouts. “Don’t make fun of me. I love doing laundry with you.”

“I know,” you lean in to kiss his cheek. “I love doing anything with you.”

Hizashi sighs. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”

“It’s fine. You’re a loveable mess.” You hesitate. “But really, if something hits you hard, tell me, okay? Even if you think it’s just toothpaste.”

Hizashi nods, knocking his head against yours. “I’m glad I married you.”

“I’m glad I married you too.”

“Can we do a contest on who’s faster with the dishes?”

“No,” you hesitate. “But I’ll get you extra kisses if you vacuum the living room while I put everything away.”

Hizashi sighs, though his sorrow is short-lived. “I can show my new sexy dance routine while I vacuum. It’s a win-win, really.”

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“ᴡᴏᴀʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴏ?”

Minoru Mineta x Black!Reader

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Synopsis: The reader and Mineta are best friends with 3 things in common. They're both in love with each other, they both play guitar, and neither of them know that abt the other.

Pronouns: Fem

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: None, just fluff

A/N: Making this bc I can't find ANY on tumblr and I'm OBSESSED with Minoru

My fanfics are not bald friendly

3RD PERSON POV:

It was a bright and sunny saturday morning, birds happily chirping outside of your window.

You were lying in your bed reading a book to unwind, you so desperately needing a break from the shit Class 1-A ends up getting into damn near daily. You loved UA, don't get me wrong, but you didn't expect to be saving the world at 16. You thought you'd at least get a 10 year head start! The book you were reading was extremely interesting, which was surprising given the fact that you had stole borrowed it from Bakugou. It was a story about AI taking over the world, and a group of kids banding together to put a stop to the terror. Just as the story was really getting good, you feel your phone start to vibrate, pausing your music in the process. With a groan, you glance at your phone, the contact picture making your face heat up. It's your best friend, Mineta, which was weird because he usually spent his saturdays sleeping in or hanging out with Kaminari. You smile to yourself as you answer the phone, "Helloo?" You say, dragging out the last syllable. "Oh! Hey- Hey [name]! Shit, sorry, didn't actually expect you to pick up heh, figured you'd be busy" he stammered out, tripping over his words. You laugh at his reaction, the heat in your face picking up. God, he's just the cutest you think to yourself as you clear your throat, "Well I WAS kinda busy, but I'll always pick up if it's you Noru. You're up earlier than usual tho, what's up? Denki broke up with you?" You giggled as you teased him. Mineta's laughter echoed through you headphones, making you heart skip a beat. "I'm offended by that, I'm WAY out of Denki's league," he joked back, still laughing. His voice suddenly softened as he cleared his throat, "No no uhm.. I was actually calling to ask if you'd wanna hang out? Just us? Been a bit since we've had some time to ourselves, y'know? BUT NOT LIKE A DATE OR ANYTHING Y'KNOW JUST CUZ YOU'RE LIKE MY BEST FRIEND HAHA JUST TWO FRIENDS... hanging out..." his voice went up an octave at the end as he began rambling about how he "wasn't being weird" and just "really missed being around you." You smile softly at this, letting a small chuckle escape your lips. "I'd love to hang out man, no worries. Though is it cool if we just stay in? Don't really feel like walking today, yesterday absolutely KILLED my legs." You gently reply, recalling yesterday's intense training session. "Yeah!! Yeah yeah uhm totally yeah that's awesome bro haha we can definitely stay in," he stuttered out, clearly surprised that you agreed and also very flustered. He sucked his teeth before letting out a deep breath, his voice shaky as he asked, "Wanna come to my dorm? Since we always hang out in yours..." You stopped for a minute and started to think. You can't recall ever seeing his dorm actually, as he was right about yours being the hangout hotspot. "Sure! Better have all your porn mags away before I get there tho ya freakazoid." You heard a very quiet 'yes!' Come from his end before he cleared his throat again, nervously laughing as he spoke, "Alright then! Just uhm... come over whenever you're ready! And unlike YOU i actually keep my dorm clean." You scoff at his remark, "My dorm is spotless, thank you very much. Cya soon Noru." "Yeah right, cya [nickname]."

You stood up from your bed, tossing your bonnet on it as you searched through your 'very efficient clothes pile', which was your excuse to never put clothes up. After throwing on a band tee and some joggers, you made your way to your vanity to get ready.

HIS POV:

Ho. Ly. SHIT. SHE ACTUALLY SAID YES. SHE'S GONNA COME OVER TO MY DORM. I quickly look around, making sure my room is infact spotless like I had told her over the phone. I smiled at the fact that the only messy part was my desk, which was just covered in my homework, and my dresser. "Phew, good thing I don't gotta clean up! Tho i probably should atleast make myself look decent..." I made my way over to my mirror as I took a moment to look at myself. My hair was a mess, my face had dried up drool on it, i was still in my pajamas, and I hadn't brushed my teeth yet. I looked like i had just rolled out of bed, which i had but still! She didn't need to see me like this, that's so embarrassing for me. All i could think about as i got ready was how excited i was to see her, but I quickly felt a wave of anxiety rush over me.

Fuck fuck fuck what if she thinks my room is silly, what if it's not up to her standards, what if i accidentally make her uncomfortable fuckkkk what if I-

3RD PERSON POV:

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Am I allowed... to look at her like that?" He began, his voice soft and sweet, "Could it be wrong, when she's just so nice to look at?" Ah, so he was writing a love song, you didn't expect that from Mineta to be honest

The sound of you knocking broke Mineta from his spiraling, his face heating up as it hit him just who exactly was at the door. "C-COMING!! BE RIGHT THERE!" He shouted, sounds of shuffling heard through the door. You shifted from one foot to the other, nervousness slowly infecting your body. You looked down at your outfit, feeling a tad underdressed. You don't know why, you were just gonna hang out in his room, but you felt like you should've put a little more effort into your look. You were brought back to reality by the sound of Mineta opening his door. He looked up at you, meeting your gaze and smiling widely, "H-hey [name]! Sorry for not opening the door sooner, you caught me at a bad time hehe," he said, his voice small and awkward. You took notice of his forehead, it was slightly covered in water, letting you know he had just finished showering. The imagery of him showering made it's way into your head, causing you to blush and avoid eye contact with the boy, "Nah nah no worries man, you all good. Uh, can I come in or am i just gonna stand here...?" He blushed at that and laughed, "Yeah, of course! Sorry, here," he opened the door wider and moved to the side, allowing you to enter. As you made your way into his room, you felt your jaw drop in awe. His room was... normal? It was spotless just like he said it'd be, and he had a desk littered in homework and figurines, a nice bed with a fluffy green blankey, posters on his wall, and... oh my god is that "A guitar? You play guitar?" You asked him, your eyes lit up. He blushed harder at your expression as he scratched the back of his neck, "Yeah, I'm working on a song right now actually! Denki wanted to get one for Jirou, and I tagged along, and ended up with her." He said as he carefully picked up the guitar. It was a beautiful [favorite color] acoustic guitar, complete with a lavender strap on the back. "You wanna hold her? She's tough, so I know you won't damage her." You laughed as you happily accepted his offer and took the guitar into your hands, gently lifting the strap over your head, "So... her? It's a girl?" He blushed and started fidgeting with his hands, "Uh, yeah, just feels right to let it be a girl, y'know?" even though he knew the real reason he thought of it as a girl was because it was your favorite color and reminded him of you. He watched as you fiddled with the strings for a bit before playing a little tune. He didn't recognize it, but he also made no effort to as he looked at you in astonishment. "Woah... you play too?" He asked, staring at you absolutely starstruck. "Yeah, you're not the only one with a secret rockstar career man! I've been playing since I was young actually, it was my mom and i's favorite bonding activity... can I hear the song you're working on?" You asked, your voice quiet. You saw a look of panic rush over his features before leaving just as quickly as it appeared. "Uhm... fine. But you can't laugh, okay?" You giggled and held out your pinky, "Promise i won't laugh." He interlocked your pinkies and smiled, taking the guitar back from you and making his way to his bed. As he put the guitar into his lap and messed with the tuning a bit, he looked up and patted the spot next to him. "Sit." Was all he said, and you happily accepted, climbing into his bed. He cleared his throat and sighed, his fingers beginning to pluck at the strings.

You felt a pang in your chest, anxiety telling you that you wasted your time and that you'd never be able to have him now. You brushed it off as he continued, "And she smells like lemongrass and sleep, she tastes like apple juice and peach. Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture. And she... means everything to me, oh.." his voice sang out, and you felt tears sting the corners of your eyes. You couldn't tell if it was because of you enjoying the song, or the jealousy brewing inside of you. "I'd never tell...No, I'd never say a word" he scrunched his eyes up as he began the next part, almost as if to prevent tears, "And oh, it aches...but it feels oddly good to hurt." You smiled, taking in the raw emotion he was displaying. "And she smells like lemongrass and sleep..she tastes like apple juice and peach. Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture...and she means everything to me, oh.." He suddenly looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours as you noticed tears threatening to fall, "And I'll be okay admiring from afar, cause even when she's next to me, we could not be more far apart..." You swore your heart stopped as you two stared into each other's eyes, sharing the same teary eyed look with one another, "And she tastes like birthday cake, and storytime, and fall...But to her...I taste of nothing at all" as he finished off the verse he broke his stare, looking at his legs as tears silently fell. With a shaky voice he continued on, "And she smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach. Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture..." as he repeated the chorus one last time, you remembered the fact that he did in fact keep a polaroid picture of a girl in his phone case, "And she means everything to me...Yes, she means everything to me! She... means everything to...me..." he finished, sighing as he brought his hand to his face to wipe his tears away. You felt your heartbeat speed up, because the polaroid he kept in his phone case was of you. You both had matching polaroids of each other that you kept. This song was about

"Me?" He sniffled as he looked up at you, "wh-what?" You laughed, tears escaping your eyes, "The song. You wrote that about me, didn't you?" You saw his expression change from confusion to one of heartbreak and embarrassment, blush covering his face. "Oh... yeah... I-I did... you probably think I'm super weird huh? I get if you don't wanna be friends anymo-" his sentence was cut off as you brought your lips on to his. His eyes widened as he processed what was happening. You were kissing him. He wasn't dreaming. YOU were kissing HIM. his eyes softened as he returned the kiss, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. You took a mental note of the fact he was a sloppy kisser, probably due to lack of experience, but you didn't mind at all. You found it sweet, you were his first kiss. He pulled away, a goofy smile plastered on his face, "So... you're not mad?" You threw your head back as you let out a loud laugh, "OF COURSE I'M NOT MAD DUMMY, I KISSED YOU!" He blushed and crossed his arms, "HEY YOU CANT BLAME ME YOU'D ASK THE SAME IF YOU WERE ME" He shouted back in defense. You wiped the tears from your face as your laugh shrunk into a giggle, "Jesus you're an idiot, I love you, Mineta. A lot. I have for a while now." You watched as he covered his face with his hands, blood slowly trickling down from his nose, "I-I-I don't know what to say [name] I- holy shit. You love me... YOU LOVE ME. I LOVE YOU TOO." You smiled and kissed the back of his hand. "Guess that makes us a thing now..?" He simply nodded in response, too flustered to form any more words. It was a good enough answer for you as you rested your head on his shoulder. You sat like that for a bit, before his voice cut through the silence.

"Denki owes me soooo much money."

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Tomura was probably never taught how to talk to people he finds attractive.

So, if he ever heard you say something negative about your appearance, he’d try to comfort you like—

Tomura: “What? Don’t say that. You’re hot.”

You: “You think I’m hot?”

Tomura: “Yeah, you’re in like 99% of my fantasies.”

You: “Oh.”

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TGIF! 📨

(Prints and stickers coming soon of this handsome and tired CFO)

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murderface is gender goals

He reminds me so much of Divine in Pink Flamingos but if she was, like, SUPER repressed :3c

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the last two pictures from the cowboy series!! maybe there will be sketches with other characters

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love, laugh, snakes n' barrels pickles. i'm obsessed

can't stop drawing him in these poses because it looks hot ahem

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An agitated Charles in the distance

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sketchie animation with nickles!! this red beast occupied nathan's mind and now appears in dreams (don't ask why this song was chosen, there will be no context ahah)

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golden wind part ???? 🐸