#alone without you kirishima ff

[katsuki-goodness]

Alone Without You | Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warning // Strong language and sexual themes ahead. There may be none in this chapter but the rest of the story will have these themes. Read at your own discretion.

Pairing: Kirishina x f!reader

Tags: School!AU, College!AU

Count: 3,469

In just a few days, you were going on a date with Katsuki to a party. You didn’t think you were excited because you weren’t thinking of Kiri, and yes, it was kind of hard, or really, thinking of anything. It’s until a day before the party, the butterflies in your stomach were apparent.

You weren’t sure what to wear, though, looking through your closet and randomly picking out things you assumed would fit. The mirror showed otherwise and you had to buy something new for that day. You quickly called one of your friends, taking a few calls to answer since she couldn’t stop playing her guitar. Jirou held her phone between her ear and her shoulder, plucking some strings then strumming which you clearly heard from the other side of the line.

“Hello,” you heard the dead pan voice of Jirou who was too concentrated to put any emotion.

“Hey, you busy?” Another strum was heard as it fell silent.

"What do you need me for? Don't tell me I have to cover for you again."

"No, I need help with something. I'm going to a party this week-"

"I'm not going."

"That's not what I was going to ask! I need help with my outfit." Once again, silence fell on the other line. You could somehow feel her thinking, but she finally responded to you with a sigh.

"Sure. I'll be there in 10." She hung up without a goodbye and you just sat on you couch, contemplating whether you should have asked someone else instead. Well, she is more direct so her opinion is of high value for you and you appreciated how quickly she was able to assist you. You made sure it was both ways because she was there when you cried even if it was unintentionally.

You silently played with your hands, rubbing your knuckles, pulling lightly at your skin, anything that would distract you from the party in a few hours. Bakugou had called you an hour after he dropped you off, giving him your number by taking his phone and typing it in. He looked kind of happy, even his smile looked more like a grin. That is his face after all. He told you he was going to pick you up in his car, and to make sure you bring your jacket because he wasn’t going to let you borrow his. Your apparent smile made you think how happy you felt to be taken out by a guy, and you weren’t giving it any thought about how Kirishima would see you and him if you two ended up dating.

You shook your head. You didn’t want to think of that when this date was just to a party. He could be interested in someone else and he just wanted to catch up with you. Technically, this would be the easiest way how if you didn’t want to be alone in regular light, you guessed. Either way, you didn’t want to get your hopes up, just like you did with Kirishima.

Just like Jirou said, she was there in 10, and she walked in with a bag full of something you assumed was make up. “Alright, I brought what I could in 2 minutes, and some snacks since I wasn’t sure how long this was going to take.” She set down the bag on the counter as you closed the door behind you, chuckling at her unintentionally funny comment.

“Thank you for coming. Seriously, I wasn’t sure who to ask. I would have asked Mina for advice if she wasn’t 300 miles from here.”

“Well, you would have asked me regardless.” That was true. Having them both in the room would be the easiest way of having the best outfit and make up.

Jirou did not disappoint as always. She made you look amazing, and the amount of times you remember putting yourself down, have now become times where you felt like they were nothing. You finally picked an outfit that both you and Jirou liked, not taking into account how many times you had to change your shoes because it barely fit anything in your wardrobe. You went with a blouse, see-through sleeves and black jeans and knee high boots. Your hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, curled and with complimentary leather jacket. It somehow seem a lot but you found it perfect.

“You look good,” Jirou complimented, smiling at your own smiling reflection in the mirror.

"Well, you helped me. Thank you, Jirou. I don't know what I'll do if I didn't ask for your help."

"Probably canceled on the party."

"Yeah. I don't think Bakugou would like that." Silence fell through the room as you saw Jirou, was now looking at you. You stared back and she started to laugh.

"Bakugou?!"

"Why are you laughing?!" She didn't answer back but she had a fun time laughing at you, imaging so many scenarios between you and the hot-headed blonde.

"I didn't take you as a Bakugou kind of girl. When did this happen? Don't tell me you just up and asked him because of Kirishima?"

"N-no, of course not. He asked me to a-accompany him." She didn't believe you, especially after nervously stuttering. She was basically looking at you with an unamused expression, but she didn't laughing at you anymore. She was thinking to herself as she stared.

"Maybe I should go, just to see what happens. No offense."

"Is that really a good idea? I mean, I'm not even sure who's part it is."

"Well, I can always just stay here just in case. Its not like I had anything to do today." Its not like she can't stay, but what if it went farther than just taking you to the party? Maybe you are thinking a bit ahead for the night to come but it was crazy to think its Bakugou. He use to be so mean to everyone, but now, he has calm down. Izuku was nowhere to be found, at least, not here in the area, but even then.

A knock at the door made you jump, both Jirou's eyes and yours trailed to the sound of the door. You quickly went to the door, opening it slowly as you saw Bakugou in a dark fitted outfit with the only thing standing out was his bright garnet eyes. His eyes sparkled a bit, widening at the sight of you.

"Hey Bakugou. Come in," You said as you stepped aside for him to step through. He looked a bit relucent but he did lead himself in with his eyes scanning your living space. It wasn't big but very cozy, and he even thought of how he didn't want to go to the party anymore just to sit here in your small living room.

He had another thought too, but he couldn't act on it. "You're ready to go? I came a bit early without meaning to," His low voice trailing off as he continued to admire your apartment.

"Y-yeah, I'm good! Let me just get my purse and we can head out." You quickly head over to your room, Jirou staring back at you with a face that is just asking for the details. Grabbing your phone and purse, you smile very excitedly at her and she pushes your back lightly so you hurry through the door. She closed the door behind you, and now you were basically alone with him. You had to head out because now that you feel happy about going on a date with bakugou, somehow you felt a little bad about a certain someone. You didn't say his name, you made sure not to think about it. That wasn’t important right now.

“Shall we?” It prompted Bakugou to open the door for you in response.

“After you.” You walked out with the blonde trailing behind you. As your door closed, your bedroom door opened with Jirou peeking out, smiling as she sliently wished you luck on your date. It was nice to see you nervous because of someone else, and she stayed just so she can take care of you once you come home. You liked Kirishima for so long and got nothing out of it aside from being friend’s with him. The friendship should have been enough but Jirou didn’t think so.

-

You checked multiple times to make sure that your phone and your wallet was in your purse. You didn’t realize how nervous you felt just looking over at Bakugou and seeing how hot he looked in that all black outfit. It was nerve-wrecking but you kept your cool as much as possible. He was paying attention to the road, and you were making sure to look away, the silence in the car making you feel uncomfortable. Bakugou use to yell a lot and was unnecessarily mean to everyone but he was never one to really talk to anyone properly. You didn't know him that well but that was basically what everyone said and from the little you knew about him and through Kirishima.

You knew you had to say something to him but something was putting you off and you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Nothing told you that you should but you felt that way.

Even with that thought in mind, It felt like forever to get to the house but you finally got there. Bakugou turned off the car but told you to stay put. He got off and walked around the car just to open the door for you, a light smile plastered on his face as you stepped off. "Watch your step." You stepped forward as he closed the door behind you, then he placed his hand on your lower back to guide you towards the house, looking around to see the people at the party. You felt the nerves just burst out, blushing so hard that you stumbled on your feet that Bakugou had to hold your waist as he asked you "Are you okay?"

You nodded in response, fixing your outfit quickly before walking in with Bakugou still guiding you up the steps and into the door. It was so loud, people were having fun but there was so much alcohol that seeing all of those drinks was putting you off. You almost retracted from there but Bakugou was still pushing you lightly. He led you to the kitchen right away, letting you go and grabbing a couple of waters, handing you one with his back towards you. He seem to be looking for something and tried looking over his shoulder as you grab the water out of his hand.

"Here you go," His hand holding a plastic cup. You took it from his hand as well, looking a bit confused. "Its just in case you wanted to drink."

"Oh, I don't know about that," You retorted, handing him back the empty cup and he takes it again.

"You sure? It seems like you need it."

"No, I'm okay. I don't like drinking that much. Personal reasons, I guess." He only responded with a hum. You weren't sure if it was because he denied the drink, but he seem to have gotten a lot less enthusiastic about being with you. He was with you throughout the night but his eyes weren't on you anymore. He talked as if you were annoying him. The simplest responses were sometimes ignored right after, so you decided to walk away from him. You needed some space to think. You weren't sure what was wrong but the tension between you two was growing, and it didn't help that he would constantly look at his phone. Who was he texting?

You didn't want to deal with this, not anymore. You thought you would be meeting new people with Bakugou beside to introduce you. Now it seems like he didn't care to even be next to you. His cold stare was the worst part of it all. His red eyes staring back as you but nothing seem to be there. You remembered when he picked you up how bright they seem to look, but now it didn't feel that way.

You entered the upstairs bathroom, closing it behind you and locking it as you began to breath heavily, the compression on your chest more apparent. You had to calm down, everything was okay. You can call someone to pick you up. Jirou won't be able to though.

Right. You can call Jirou.

You didn't think twice. You quickly dialed her, the phone ringing only a second when she answered, some rustling on the other side. She always seem to be doing something as she answers the phone.

"Y/N?" She said as more rustling was heard. "How's the date going?" You didn't say anything but her voice made your eyes close shut. You didn't think that calling her would make you cry, or was it because you felt like you're getting betrayed again?

"Y/N," Was heard again and you finally started to whimper softly. She let you cry as they began to die down after a few minutes.

"I'm sorry," Was all you could muster to her. She didn't answer right away. It took her a bit of time for her to orginize her thoughts before saying anything.

"I don't know what happened between you and Bakugou but I can go get you. I can ask Kaminari.” You shook your head as if she could see you saying no to her.

“I can’t have you coming here… I’m okay…” Why did you say you were okay when you weren’t? It was because he brought you here and you didn’t want to rudely leave. You weren’t like that but at the same time it was hard to stay.

“You’re crying, Y/N. It shouldn’t matter what Bakugou thinks.”

“I know but… I just..” You didn’t understand it. You couldn’t leave but you should, so what else were you suppose to do? “Okay, I’ll leave. But I’m going to tell Katsuki I’m leaving.”

“I say you don’t but if that’s what you want. I’ll be there in a few. Call me if something happens. I’ll call you once I’m there.” She ended the call right after. You assume she was quickly calling Denki and trying to get here as soon as possible before anything else ended up happening.

In your fail attempted to clean yourself up and wipe your tears, you hear a knock at the door. You quickly got your things and opened the door, passing the person and letting them in. You quickly walked down the stairs and looked for Bakugou, his blonde hair not even standing out and was gone from where you previously left him. Your eyes trailed around as you walked through the people, squishing you as you held your phone close to your chest.

After some searching, you finally found him. He was speaking to someone almost angry, like he was told the most absurd thing, and it seem like you were right. The person he was talking to was getting upset too, his red hair flat down and eyes burning from his anger seeping through.

“How could you lose her?! I told you to stay with her when I texted you!”

“Don’t go blaming me for your faults,” Bakugou had grabbed his friend’s shirt, his well known anger finally showing itself. You looked at them both, and you noticed that he hasn’t changed one bit. Maybe the addition of an eyebrow piercing was the only difference you saw, but everything was basically the same. He looked at you, his eyes softening as he pushed Bakugou back, approaching you with the intent to talk to you. You instinctively walk back a bit but he still moved towards you as his arms lightly spread open.

“Y/N.” He said your name with the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard coming from his lips. You didn’t say anything and just stared back, almost in fear. “What's with that face? You can’t just forget me like that, can you?” This can't be happening. He shouldn't be here.

"Kiri, leave her alone," Bakugou had tried to grab onto Kirishima but he just shook him off.

"It's nice seeing you here. Can we talk?" Your thoughts running wild, you didn't know if you were having a mental breakdown or the fear of seeing him was preventing you to say anything, but you could only muster a small mutter. You didn't even try to explain yourself.

"No," Was all you said, walking away, making sure you didn't look back at anyone you bumped into. You thought maybe this would have been a nice day, spending time with Bakugou and maybe going back to your place a bit drunk but still managing to talk to him. The hopes you had for a splended night were gone. You walked out the door quickly, trying to text Jirou, the tears running down, making it hard to even spell out the right words. You were trembling so bad that the thought of Kirishima and Bakugou made it even harder, and you ended up dropping your phone on the way to the sidewalk. Why did it have to happen like this? What did they say?

'How could you lose her. I told you to stay with her when I texted you'? Bakugou was helping him. You should have known when he asked you out. How could someone like Bakugou ask you out? Just because he wanted to? You didn't think so. You sometimes you forget that even your best friend at the time didn't want you around. It didn't matter the reason you two didn't talk to anymore, what mattered was leaving this place.

You didn't even get far enough down the street when someone tapped your shoulder. The red eyes of the blonde you were beginning to like was now sorrowful and even his usual angry expression was a lot more softer, almost like he was hurting.

"I'm sure you don't want to leave without your phone," He said to you. You quickly grabbed it out of his hand but not before he grab yours. He looked so guilty but you were so angry. He held it your hand gently, looking down at it as he scrunched up his face, turning it into a frown. "I wasn't trying to hurt you."

You can't believe this. What kind of an excuse was that? "You did, Bakugou. Thanks to you I ran out like an idiot." He didn't respond back so you pulled your hand away and walked away from him. The amount of thoughts running through your mind and the emotions running through you almost made you turn around and slap Bakugou, but deep down, you weren't like that. You still didn't want to hurt him just because you were hurting.

"Let me take you home at least," He shouted out to you but you kept walking. You started to hear footsteps behind you, assuming it was Bakugou trying to stop you again but when you turned around to shout to bakugou out of pure pain, another pair of red eyes were staring back at you. He looked as surprised as you when his eyes met yours.

"O-oh, uh," Kirishima was stuttering, since when? He didn't say anything else aside from that. It seems like he was thinking but the words weren't coming out, even as an apology. Nothing was said. It was so silent that the only thing heard were the buzzing of the street lights and it made you very uncomfortable.

Almost on cue, there was a honk of a horn and the open of a door, Jirou quickly stepping out to get your hand and pull you away. "Sorry guys, it seems like I got to her first."

"H-Hey, wait a minute," Kirishima was so confused that he unintentionally tried reaching for you, but Jirou was somehow quicker. She pulled you behind her, putting a boundary between you and him.

"If you're just going to hurt her, I suggest you save it." With that simple angry statement, she pushed you into the car who had Denki driving it, his worried expression noticable to both Bakugou and Kirishima. He felt bad he was going against his friends but he can clearly see that they both fucked up. You didn't do anything to them and you clearly didn't deserve any of that, so why not help? You are a friend of his after all too.

After Jirou got into the care with you in the backseat, Denki drove off, leaving the pair of boys behind. You didn't dare look back because then you would start to feel bad. For once, you wanted to feel sorry for yourself instead of putting someone else before you.

| Not edited |

taglist: none

[ If you were previously on my taglist, please let me know ✨ it’s been a long time after all. If you want to be part of it, send a message ✨]

[shigarakisbabyy]

The MHA boys and their favorite way to cuddle- part 1

Have some fluff and romantic shiz because I’m touch starved and yearning rn <3 gender neutral reader <3.

Warnings: none!

Eijiro Kirishima

You laying on top of him with your head on his chest, or him laying on you

He just loves fully-body cuddling with no bit of space between y’all

And he loves to be held/ hold you (it makes him feel so safe and secure)

He’ll be laying in bed and grab your arm and drag you on top of him anytime he wants to cuddle

He’s like a big baby ffs

Izuku Midoriya

At first this man is gonna be so flustered the most he’s gonna be able to hand is your head on his shoulder

But this man LOVESS being big spoon

He just loves holding you and making sure ur safe and protected in his arms

He will wrap his arms around you and probably his legs too to keep you nice and close

Bakugo Katsuki

Him laying on his back with you laying on ur side with ur head on his chest and ur arms and legs wrapped around him, aka half-spoon

Or being big spoon

He loves both equally

Will make fun of you if you want to cuddle but when y’all are alone you cannot get him off of you

Shoto Todoroki

Pls this boy loves being little spoon or just being held

Play with his hair please

He also really likes laying on you with his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat while y’all are covered in big warm blankets

He’s such a big soft babie

Tenya Iida

Say what you want, this man is little spoon.

It doesn’t matter if he’s bigger than u, he’s little spoon

Please kiss him and hold him close

Hitoshi Shinso

He likes you two facing each other with your arms wrapped around each other and holding you to his chest, aka honey-moon hug

He loves playing with ur hair or having his hair played with, or just running his hands over your back

Perfect position to whisper to you how much he loves you

Fumikage Tokoyami

He’s big spoon and dark shadow is probably ur little spoon

Big ol’ cuddle pile

Or he’ll lay his head in your lap cuz however intimidating and dark he may seem, he’s a big babie

Denki Kaminari

Laying on top of you with his head on ur chest or you on top of him

It just feels so safe and comforting

He don’t care if he can’t breathe right, he just likes to hold you

Hanta Sero

This boy is big spoon

No other options

Big spooooooooooon

Will hold you as close as he can to his body and whisper to you how much he loves you

Tamaki Amajiki

Honey-moon hug with his head in your chest while u play with his hair

But he’ll be so flustered at first it’ll take a while before he can cuddle you without almsot passing out from all the adrenaline

He also rlly rlly likes laying his head on your lap

Baby just likes when you play with his hair

[cinnamoonsworld]

A Harsh Meal [Fatgum x chubby fem!reader]

Hi everyone! Before continuing the Aizawa's ff, I wanted to give myself a short story about another pro hero I love so much, Fatgum. What is written comes from my personal experiences and from people I know very well, and I hope everyone in life will find a person like Fatgum in their life <3

Happy reading, see you next week for the new chapters of "Two Worlds Collide"!

You can also find me on Ao3!

Words: 2,666

Trigger Warnings: eating disorders, eventual smut

--------------------------------

You and Taishiro have been together for several years. You met during an attack by a villain who had begun to destroy everything that happened to him without any reason, and you were among the civilians that Fatgum had saved. Unlike all the other people, Fatgum was impressed with your smile when you thanked him for protecting you and all the other people.

For days he had dreamed of your smile and your (Y/E/C) eyes, until he saw you one night while he was on patrol and you were lowering the shutter of a store. He took note of the place and its location, and the next morning he showed up inside your little bakery. He was almost breathless to see you in your work uniform, which included a pastel apron and a dress with a wide 50s skirt.

From that day on, Taishiro began to come into the shop every day and you began to become, as time went on, more and more intimate. Sometimes he would come there with two shoulders of his own, Tamaki and Kirishima, and he would never fail to list the whole menu by heart and say how good everything was. You started to make sweets just for him, inspired by his character.

One day he did not come to see you. Initially you did not worry, thinking that he would pass later in the day. When you closed, you went to his agency to ask if anything happened to Fatgum. His secretary informed you that he had been hospitalized following a raid that he and other heroes had carried out that morning.

You got the name of the hospital, and you went straight to the bakery to make her favorite cupcakes, the Oreo's one. You were upset that Taishiro was in a hospital bed alone, without you beside him to lift his spirits.

You rushed to the hospital with a box full of cupcakes. You went to a nurse and showed her the tide of candy you were carrying, and she took you to her room. They were all desperate, because it was from the moment he arrived that all he did was asking for food and that he never stopped being hungry.

"At least, if he asks to eat, it means he’s fine!" You thought feeling a little more relieved.

The nurse let you in the room, and on the bed there was a thin, tall, blond boy who was watching TV and laughing.

You looked at him in a daze, thinking the nurse had taken you to the wrong room.

As Taishiro saw you, his face lit up and he jumped out of bed to hug you. Your doubts passed when you saw him smile: even if he was thinner, that was Fatgum. He almost cried when you showed him the box of cupcakes at the Oreo, and made you promise that at least a couple of them would be saved for Suneater and Red Riot, who were also there.

You went to see him every day with something different to eat, and the nurses were extremely grateful because he was literally draining their kitchen supplies. The longer the days went by, the more he was returning to his giant teddy bear form with which you had known him.

On the last day of recovery, you noticed he was extremely agitated. You were afraid he wasn’t feeling well, and you were going to call the nurse when he came between you and the door and kissed you. It was a long, sweet and exciting kiss. Detaching himself, he looked into your eyes with an expression of pure panic. He was afraid you’d laugh at him or, worse still, that he’d disgust you with his gesture. Instead, surprisingly, you embroider that kiss without hesitation.

From that moment on, you and Taishiro started dating first and then, noticing that it worked and you were both taken by each other, you decided to officially get together. At least three years passed before they decided to move in together. You were both very happy, you were looking forward to cooking for your boyfriend and he was looking forward to coming home to eat what you had prepared for him and to spend time with you. You filled him with food and attention, while he did everything to see you always happy.

Everything was going great until you started having problems with your body. By now you knew that Taishiro, when he used too much strength, dried up and became a sweet and very high muscular boy. He hated being like that, couldn’t work and felt very vulnerable. Needless to say, in that form, it attracted the attention of many girls who were flirting with him shamelessly. It also happened while you were together somewhere, and many times you had heard these girls tell Taishiro to let you lose, because an Adonis like him did not make a good impression to be seen around with "someone like you".

You had never been thin, and you knew it very well. For you your body had never been a problem, and you always liked it the way you are. Taishiro, then, saw you as the representation of a Goddess descended to earth, he found you perfect in everything and everything. He always pointed it out to you, even when you were making love. You were perfect in everything and for everything to him, and he never failed to let you know even with small gestures. Whatever you was wearing, from a tracksuit to a fancy dress, you made him lose his mind.

You began to spend more and more time in front of the mirror, touching your belly or your thighs and finding more and more imperfections. It started out as a few minutes a day until it became an hour or more, and on the worst days you stared in the mirror until you cried because you felt ugly and shapeless. Fat, cellulite or stretch marks: you hated yourself, and you couldn’t find something of yourself that would change your mind.

Even Taishiro had noticed that something was wrong, and he began to notice it when, gradually, you started to eat less and less.

One of the things that made Taishiro one of the happiest men on earth was to share food with you, and he was alarmed to see that you were offering him your leftovers from dinner even though you had eaten only three mouthfuls of what was on the plate.

You started to wear clothes that were getting wider and wider so you could hide your shapes. You were convinced that when you left the house, everyone looked at you and commented on your body. You could feel people’s judgmental looks on you, even though they weren’t even looking at you. When you and Taishiro were out, you were always trying to get as little food as possible. You didn’t want people to judge you for what was on your plate.

Since you started eating less and less, you were always getting tired and in a bad mood. You stopped talking to Taishiro about what was going on at work or what was going on in your head, and sometimes you felt so weak that you didn’t even have the strength to cook. For Taishiro there was no problem, he was more than happy to take away to spend more time with you, but you barely ate something and went to sleep with the excuse that at work had been a hard day and that you wanted to rest.

Finally, you began to think of the worst thing: that Taishiro was only with you because you prepared food for him and that in reality he only felt disgust for you. This little thought slowly began to creep into your head until it became a recurring judgment. You started to really meditate that you were only convenient for food, and you were sure he would run off with a girl much prettier and thinner than you as soon as he had the chance.

Even at work these thoughts did not leave you, and the situation worsened when, a few buildings from your bakery, opened a gym. Every day, in front of the windows, it was a parade of women, young and not, in brilliant physical form and with nothing out of place. They were so happy, so skinny...everything you weren’t, and they’d rub it in your face every single day.

You also stopped eating, and drank only water. Taishiro was increasingly alarmed, you were turning into something that wasn’t you. You started fighting more and more about the food issue, he wanted you to eat but you told him that you were fine and that you had already eaten something at work and so there was no need to stress about these things. He just wanted to help you whatever was going on with you, but you had built a wall between you two.

You didn’t want him to touch you anymore, you thought he was ashamed to go around with you, with a "shapeless being". He deserved a better person, a girl much prettier than you, and that made him look better when they called him to the charity nights.

You were so short of energy, you had trouble getting out of bed. One day, in particular, it seemed to you that even breathing was an inhuman effort. You went to the store early like every morning to start baking. As usual, your mood was under your shoes, and the fight you had the night before with Taishiro certainly didn’t help. The walk you took from your apartment seemed like a mountain hike, even though it was only two blocks away.

You had time to turn on the lab lights that you collapsed suddenly.

Around lunchtime, Taishiro became seriously concerned. Even if you fought a lot, when he wrote to you, you always answered, even if in a cold tone. You didn’t even see the messages that morning, and you didn’t post anything on any social media.

Driven by anxiety, in the early afternoon he went to your shop where he found the half-shutters lowered. When he tried to call you, he clearly heard your phone ring go off, but no one answered. He was getting more and more agitated.

Luckily, when you moved in together, you gave Fatgum a copy of the keys to your club and the lab door in case of need. The lab door was looking at a dead end, and he came in through it.

He had a heart attack when he found you lying on the ground and very pale. He immediately called an ambulance and they rushed you to the hospital. Taishiro was in the waiting room waiting for some news of yours. He was so agitated that he had not touched food and the feeling of hunger, for the first time in his life, had disappeared.

After several hours, finally, they called him inside to talk to the doctor who was taking care of you, and the diagnosis shocked the hero: malnutrition. You were passed out because you hadn’t eaten anything for who knows how long, and in your stomach they had found no trace of food, only water. You pushed your body so far, you couldn’t take it anymore.

The doctor took Taishiro to your room, and his heart stopped again to see you attached to all those tubes so that you could ingest some nutrient so that your body would not collapse again. He sat down next to you, fondling your hand lovingly. He didn’t understand how all this could have happened, and he was afraid of losing you forever.

He fell asleep next to you, and woke up in the middle of the night when he felt a familiar sensation of a kiss on his forehead. He immediately opened his eyes and almost wept with joy at seeing you awake.

"Cupcake..." He whispered with clear eyes. "You don’t know how happy I am to see you awake..."

"Tai..." you answered with a nervous stomach. "I’m sorry...I didn’t want it to end this way..."

"What happened to you, my love?" asked the blond.

You could barely hold back your tears after that question.

"I hate myself." You finally answered without being able to hold back the crying. "I hate myself Taishiro. I’m horrible, I’m fat. Anything about me disgusts me, and I don’t know how you can be with a freak like me. Those girls are right, Tai. You deserve someone better than me, not someone who makes you look bad."

While you were sobbing, Fatgum was really sad and angry at what you thought of yourself. Of all the things he thought about your behavior change, he never imagined it would be something that would make you suffer so much that you would go so far as to refuse food. He didn’t think even remotely that some girls' comments could hurt you so deeply, and he felt terrible that he had always downplayed it and had always just not listened to them. But not you, you listened to them all too well.

"My sweet cupcake." Tai said, wiping tears from your eyes. "Do you remember the first time I kissed you? I felt terribly stupid. I was afraid you’d turn me down because of my looks. I know perfectly well that I am not perfect, and that when I am in my low-form I am very ashamed...and yet you accepted me as I am. You never let me weigh my physical form, both thin and fat..."

"You’re such a wonderful person that I never cared about your body, my teddy bear." You spoke with a slight smile trying to stop crying.

"And the same goes for you, too, (Y/N)." Fatgum said with a kiss on your forehead. "I love you for who you are and for what you give me every day, your little gestures and how you make me feel happy every day. And I don’t care if you’re skinny or fat, I would love you in all forms of this world."

You felt very relieved to hear those words, and at that moment you realized how much unnecessary harm you had done just because your head was telling you. You embraced each other in silence, a silence full of love and meaning.

In the days of your hospitalization, Taishiro came to see you every day and had literally camped in the hospital. When he had a free moment he would come to spend with you and every night, after having left work, he would rush into your hospital room because it was the part of the day that made him exalt like a child in front of a toy store: Having dinner with you while you told each other what happened to you during the day. You started eating again and God, how you missed the taste of food and talk to Tai. You almost forgot about this feeling of happiness, and you almost cried with joy when you ate together. He wouldn’t even go home to sleep, he’d sit next to you in a chair and watch TV together until you fell asleep on each other’s shoulder.

The day you were discharged, when you returned home, all the colleagues from Fatgum’s agency were waiting for you. They too were very concerned about you, and seeing you smiling and strong again made them very happy. They filled you with flowers and gifts, and when the party was over, when everybody left, you and Tai made love, and you didn’t care if the neighborhood heard you or not. You finally came back, and you had to celebrate. He kissed you from head to toe, to show how much love and veneration he felt for every inch of your being, whispering sweet words to you until, exhausted, you fell asleep hugging each other.

It was nice to be back.

[jaideite]

HC about Bakugou participating in no shave november. I bet he cant grow an actual beard and that its patchy. He was probs dared by his "friends". His s/o really tries to not make fun of him but they cant help it.

This is gold omg i was giggling so hard while writing this my mom is scared for me

BAKUGOU PARTICIPATING IN NO SHAVE NOVEMBER BUT CANT GROW A BEARD

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

— when he first came to you about this you kind of just glanced at him and then snort loudly giggling

— he glares at you with like a cold ass glare and a growl

— “What?”

— “Kat...you can’t grow a beard...” you start, covering your mouth with your hand to stop laughing. “You...you aren’t manly enough—“

— “wHAT DID YOU SAY?!”

— once you’ve calmed down from giggling you ask him why he’s doing it because he’s never shown interest in facial hair

— then he goes on to say how he was roped into doing it because he’s participating in “No Shave November.”

— you blink at him innocently before asking

— “But what’s there to shave? You don’t even have chest hair.”

— “Y/N I will break you if you keep it up.”

— “It’s like a babys bum. So smooth.”

— “Shut. The fuck. Up.”

— so you leave him alone about it, the thought of your boyfriend growing a beard making you giggle every now and then

— and the days go by until one morning you walk to his room so you guys can walk to school

— you knock and wait for him on your phone and you are vaguely aware of the door opening

— “Hey are you ready to...”

— your mouth opens as you meet your boyfriend, who’s leaning against the doorway with his hand in his pockets, stroking a barely visible peach fuzz on his jaw with a smug look on his face

— you stare at him, and it’s silent for a few moments

— and then you just lose it

— “—hAHAHA—KAT, W-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!”

— “wHAT DO YOU MEAN?! ITS MY BEARD!!”

— poor boy feels like he’s been kicked in the balls

— you choke on air at the sentence ‘It’s my beard.’

— “That’s—“ you struggle for air on the floor. “That’s not a beard...” you wheeze.

— “The fuck are you talking about?! It’s a fucking beard! You wouldn’t know a beard if you saw one!”

— “I know what a beard is...” you wheeze, clutching your stomach. “And I can tell you...this ain’t it chief.”

— with all the commotion going on it doesn’t take long for someone to come up

— and ffs it’s Kirishima getting ready to walk out the door

— you notice he got some stubble and it actually looks good on him

— “Hey what’s going on out he—“

— “Shitty hair, answer me this; this is a beard, right?”

— Kiri looks up from where your slowly recovering and standing to bakugous pencil thin mustache and blinks once before losing it too

— all that recovery time was useless because now y’all are on the floor banging and he’s seething

— “Is that even a mustache?!?”

— “OF COURSE IT IS YOU FUCKING DUMBFUCK!”

— through your tears you can see smoke coming out his nose and you wheeze

— you can faintly hear Kirishima go “I need a fucking inhaler I can’t breathe.” and you just lose it once more

— “I seriously fucking hate...the both of you...” you hear your boyfriend start, stepping over you as he makes his way towards the elevator

— you and Kirishima help each other off the floor with hiccups, giggling at Bakugous pencil thin mustache

— “I thought,” Kirishima start, giggling in between hiccups “That he could actually do it..what the fuck was that?!”

— “Wait till he gets to class!” You start and other students are giving y’all strange looks as you guys cackle like hyenas outside the dorms

— you barely made it to class before you hear “SHUT THE FUCK UP DUNCE FACE!”

— you guys rush in to see bakugou practically blowing up the room and Kaminari who’s gone thumbs up

— and most of the boys have some hair on their faces

— so your confused until you look at everyone’s facial hair and then look at your boyfriends and you bust out laughing again

— because from where your standing it looks practically invisible

— he is pissed lmaoooo

— “All of you...shut up...I swear to fucking god...shut up....goddamnit....”

— “We’ll shut up when you grow a mustache.”

— rip sero

— anyways so the whole class is just bombing bakugou for his pencil drawn in mustache and he’s ready to end them all

— when Aizawa finally gets up from his nap and rolls out the sleeping bag

— “All of you, shut up and sit down. Now.”

— “Ok but Mr. Aizawa, answer this.” and bakugou gets shoved up front. “Is this a mustache?”

— there’s just a sigh and then a pause

— “No.”

— the choking noises from you and the spit laugh thingie from everyone else

— and you happen to glance at your boyfriend only to see him looking like he’s going to murder someone

— “Y/N aren’t you supposed to be supporting him?”

— “How can I support when there’s nothing there to support?” You giggle clutching your stomach

— there are a couple surprised noises and shook faces and barbaric breathing

— and Aizawa is just tired man

— bakugou has stopped working at this point

— he threatens to kill you all if you come in a five foot radius of him

— this goes on for the whole day

— till finally you guys head back to the dorms and he without a word storms back up to his room mumbling about his “mustache”

— “Maybe I should go talk to him.” you think looking back up at the stairs and fiddling with your fingers

— “You should. That would be super womanly of you.”

— “Yeah, comfort him on the lack of facial hair he can grow.”

— “Um—“

— “And the fact that he lost No Shave November.”

— so while everyone is downstairs chit chatting you come up and knock on his door

— “Kat?”

— “Leave.”

— “Katsukiii...” you sing song, tapping on the door. “Let me in.”

— “Fuck you.”

— “Is this about your little mustache?” You ask and you hear a growl. “Look I’m sorry okay? We were all just having a little fun, y’know? Come on, stop being such a baby!” You tease

— a couple seconds later the door swings open followed by “Who you calling a goddamn baby?!”

— and you look up at him to see he’s shaved off the little facial hair he’s grown

— “What happened to the mini-mustache?” You start, grazing your fingers over where it once was

— “I shaved it. What do you want?”

— you roll your eyes. “I came to apologize for teasing you. It was wrong and you didn’t deserve it. Can you forgive me?”

— he’s quiet for a while and then he just pushes your face away from him with a soft “Fuck you.”

— “Awe,” you smile, dodging him and wrapping your arms around. “I love you too.”

— “I said fuck you.”

— “Tomato Tomah-toe.”

[franeridart]

Hey hey hey, so I've seen your lack of Bokutoo art (or haikyuu art in general) and at first I was going to comment on it, but then I saw your art theft post and I hope that won't have too much influence on your haikyuu art? Of corse I'm gonna let you post whatever you'd like to post, I just miss it a lot y'know :0

Well. Okay, I’ve talked about this a lot but I understand people don’t just read all my answers and it’s totally my fault for procrastinating on that faq page so let me just go through this again in an as clear way as possible?

I haven’t stopped drawing for hq! As a matter of fact in the last week alone I have posted one, two and three things for that fandom for a total of five portraits and a three panels comic

That said I understand with the rhythm I update this blog you might think “well, that isn’t much at all, is it?”, which, again, is my fault because - even though when compared to most art blogs’ update schedules eight drawing in one week is more than enough - I’m the one who set the rhythm here

The “problem” with hq is that all my favorite characters are currently absent from the manga and there’s no anime airing, while at the same time my other main fandom (bnha) has both an interesting arc going on in the manga AND an anime season airing right now - I hope you’ll understand if my interest at the moment is mostly focused there, that’s a continuous stream of inspiration I have coming my way

To add to that some parts of the Haikyuu!! fandom are being unrespectful of what I post (this includes reposting, treating my stuff as if it were templates for their own art instead of ship/character specific content, honestly unrespectful comments and tags under a lot of my main ships posts and so on) which, you’ll excuse me, but dampens the joy I get from posting art a lot

Moreover, the creative side of the hq fandom is being, at least for what concerns the zones I frequent, pretty damn quiet lately, so I can’t say I get much inspiration from there either

I haven’t stopped and I can’t see in my foreseeable future myself stopping posting stuff for haikyuu!!, and all things considered I don’t think I’m posting too little for it either? Art and inspiration aren’t things I want to force, if I started I would stop finding drawing enjoyable really damn fast and I can’t let that happen - please be understanding, I first and foremost draw for myself, I can’t help it if sometimes I get stuck on one fandom or another

Anon said: Have you seen the latest chapter of haikyuu? I like how they are showing more Daishou. It’s fun to see his reactions and thoughts about nationals! And I will love to see him in your art style.

Anon, my friend!!! I have drawn Daishou in the past! As a matter of fact the last one was just after he appeared again in chapter 251! I love that snake boy a lot, seeing him there made me really really happy haha

Anon said:SAEKO NEE-SAAAAANNNNNN

SHE WAS AMAZING WASN’T SHE OH MY G O D !!!

Anon said:Kirishima and/or Bakugou being good at singing. And then gay happens.

BOI ANON I have drawn these boys singing to each other a whole lot already (like here or here) at this point I would assume you guys were fed up with it hahaha (… can’t say I won’t ever have them sing to each other again, though)

Anon said:DADZAWA IS SO REAL! But I’m actually so amused because Izuku is basically Ron Swanson with his “I can do what I want” permit except Aizawa wrote and signed the permit

No no anon it’s even better because Aizawa wasn’t like “you can do what you want” he was like “you can do only what I tell you you can do and it just so happens that I’m deciding that you can do exactly what you want to do but it’s still my decison” it was amazing lmao I love Aizawa so much poor man

Anon said:friendo, whats your opinion on the traitor kaminari theory? it breaks my heart but it has a good backbone to it?? like in the new chapter, theres a character that looks like kaminari’s dad/uncle/older family member and im worried for my electric baby

I still don’t think Kaminari is the traitor - as a matter of fact, I still don’t think the traitor is any of the kids. If that’s how it’ll turn out to be I’ll be sad about it, for sure, but right now I really, really don’t believe it. It’s true that the Kaminari-is-the-traitor theory is very cleverly worded and super convincing, but a lot of the things in it are really stretched out as far as I’m concerned

ie, taking the weird faces Horikoshi makes him make in the sketches and using them as proof that he’s got a double face? Too far out for me; his original design being that of a villain? Deku’s original design was villain-ish too, no one is calling him a traitor; taking the expression he made when Aizawa told him he could go to the camp and making it sound like he didn’t want to go? Might be believable as long as you don’t take into account the fact that he had just had a conversation with Midoriya in which he told him it was impossible Aizawa would let them go and that Midoriya was just being too optimistic, the “what the actual fuck is this” expression makes a lot more sense in that context; the fact that he makes clever quotes and uses a complex vocabulary used to say that he’s pretending to be stupid is unfair towards the very real possibility of him just not liking studying or thinking things through analytically but otherwise enjoying reading and being fairly intelligent in his own way?? - in the theory it’s also mentioned that it’s weird how during USJ he was worried about an electricity villain overcharging him as if that’s not perfectly normal, having an electricity quirk obviously doesn’t stop him from suffering overcharges, and later during the end of term exam they say it’s “weird” he refused to go all out with his qurik from the start, again, as if that weren’t a perfectly sensible decision in that context (you have to keep in mind that Kaminari is also studying to become an hero, him going “wait a second, maybe keeping on going stupid and putting myself out of commission every time I fight isn’t the right choice” is perfectly in line with him growing up and learning)

Now I don’t have the post open in front of me and it’s been a while since I’ve read it, but most of the theory as far as I get it is based on the idea that Kaminari can’t be lazy and an airhead and might talk without thinking now and again (the Stain comment), but at the same time be clever in his own ways, which just isn’t convincing for me. It’s taking this character’s three dimensionality and making it a plot-hole, why would you want to do that

(on a similar note, the Kirishima-is-the-traitor theory doesn’t convince me for the same kind of reason, it’s all based on the idea that he can’t just genuinely like Bakugou for who he is without having second reasons for it, which is just unfair and cuts too much off the personality of a really good, well written character)

As far as the new villain guy goes, I understand why most of the fandom might be weary and linking him to Kaminari, but we don’t know his color scheme nor his quirk and the pattern on his hair isn’t even a lightning bolt - Horikoshi has had to make up unique designs for a whole damn lot of characters, the fact that one random guy might have something similar to Kaminari isn’t really enough to make him his dad (again, it might turn out to be true, but in my opinion it’s still too early to make theories about it). Also, this guy is from the Eight Precepts. Weren’t you all trying to link Kaminari to the League of Villains? Isn’t the traitor supposedly tied with the League? How many people is this boy working for even

By the way, during the USJ attack the villains had informations they couldn’t have gotten from any of the kids aside from Midoriya (the “they told me All Might was getting weaker” comment) and tbh that’s enough for me to not believe any of the student is behind the informations leak, but all of this is just my opinion

Anon said:Your thoughts on mob psycho 100??

LOVE IT  one of the best anime I’ve watched lately, without any doubts

Anon said: Being a bokuroo artist? More like drawing art but every time someone says brOTP, you get steadily more annoyed, lol - love your art, btw; you have a really cute and fluffy style

Yyyyyyyyeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhh… sadly you kind of grow used to it but it is incredibly annoying and one of the reasons why I’ve been drawing it less, t b h

Anon said:I love the concept of the bakubowl because unlike with other characters where everyone’s like “omf they’re so cute!!” the bakubowl is just “why is he like this. why do we ALL like him for this ffs”

WELP I don’t ship Bakugou with everyone so I can’t say I’m fond of the idea as a whole, and the ships I do ship Bakugou in are with the people that actually do like him for whatever reason (lmao), but I can understand why you’d find it a fresh take on the concept! 

Anon said:Ily your art gives me life <3 I smile every time I see it on my dash

AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much!!!!! *O*

[katsuki-goodness]

Alone Without You

Part 1, Part 2

Warning // Strong language and sexual themes ahead (There may be none but just making sure since the rest of the story will have these themes). Read at your own discretion.

Pairing: Kirishima x f!reader, School!AU, College!AU

Count: 1,500 words (or so)

Summary: He was a loving guy in high school, non-changing, cheerful. The years passed and he shifted to a guy who partied, slept with any girl he found attractive, and drank like a maniac. You stayed the same, wishing for your friend to come back.

Funny enough, you weren't much of a shy girl and you also weren't the most noticeable, your hair barely standing out among the other girls in the class. You thought of yourself as pretty average but your friend, who you called shark boy, had his own opinion, calling you his beautiful friend who just so happens to be a badass at playing music. It stung, for sure, but you were friends with him. Maybe he didn't think of you in that way, but your heart didn't change how you felt about him.

Kirishima had always been a good guy who deserved the best, and no one could change your mind. It might be a little far fetched to say that, but he had been there for you many times even if it wasn't all the time. You understood someone can't be there all the time because no one was perfect in this world. We aren't heroes who can be there in three seconds when asked. He didn't do wrong in your eyes and you knew that was a dangerous way of thinking.

"Wow, she is amazing," He had told you. He was looking at a girl who he had known from a previous class, and who he only talked to a few times due to a paper deadline he so happen to have forgotten about. She was kind enough to help him at last minute and that way he was able to get a C for the class.

"I heard about the millionth time, Kiri," You exclaimed with a slight eye shift to the side. You two were in a physical education class together while another P.E. class was doing their runs.

"I really can't help it! Just look at her!" You both stared towards the girl who was running alone, fit and very pretty, you had thought. She didn't seem to stand out a lot either but she was what you called a "hidden beauty" and Kirishima noticed it. She came across very classy, looking like the best friend of any guy who actually liked her.

You were sure you heard your red head friend say something under his breath, but to not get yourself worked up and tease him, you ignored it. You didn’t even acknowledge his cursing when she turned towards Kirishima’s direction, smiling and waving to him as he did the same, sighing like the love struck boy he was.

“I want to ask her out,” He exclaimed. “Maybe if I ask her at the end of the day, and I get her like a small gift, then she might say yes.” Since you were looking the other way, you rolled your eyes. You weren’t too involved with this conversation and you chose to ignore him as he continued on about her. In reality, it wasn’t his fault but you couldn’t stop yourself to feel this way when he just throws it out there for you to judge. It’s like he wanted you to feel some type of way. You weren’t happy about this topic but you also couldn’t be petty about it. What else can you say to it.

“Y/n? You aren’t paying attention again, huh?” You gazed over just in time for him to show his puppy eyes to you, but it quickly disappeared when he began to chuckle at you, feeling as if he was mocking you for being jealous. Who could have known that this guy, who you were friends with, was the guy who you ended up liking. He was… so handsome and so charismatic, it was just crazy to think he was your friend.

“Sorry, you blabbered on about her that I couldn’t help but doze off,” You exclaimed to him only to have his arm around your shoulder, his smile lingering as he looked at you.

“That hurts my feelings, Y/n. Considering that I always help you with guy advice, and I still don’t know who this mystery guy is.”

“You won’t find out. I just want to have the advice of a guy so if I so happen to go with it, I can use it to my advantage. Right now, I have no chance with the guy so I rather keep it to myself.” There was silence on his end, making it awkward for him to even say anything nice to you, but good thing he didn't have to because the girl he had been crushing on had begun to walk towards you two. You felt sweat forming on the palms of your hands, feeling your heart quickly skip a beat as you heard her say hi to Kirishima.

"Hey, I see you are slacking off again," She joked, her smile bright and somehow sweet. It made you sad but it also made you notice that she seem like a nice girl. It made you want to cry because how were you suppose to compete with her? You did tell Kirishima you weren’t going to say anything, but without a reason and you knew that the more you kept to yourself, the harder it would be to keep together. She was talking to him, ignoring you but it felt more like her being shy. You didn’t want to interrupt her conversation with your friend.

“Hey Kiri, I’m going to the restroom,” You said, your attempt to get away from the light flirting and the feeling of pressure in your chest.

“Oh, wait, Y/N. Remember we have to meet after school,” He said to you as you walked away. You felt a slight smile cross your cheeks, and you looked back.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, but yeah, I didn’t forget.” You walked away, the tint on your cheeks noticeable to whoever decided to look your way, but you were glad you got the bathroom without a hitch. You had realized that your time in the bathroom was interrupted by a loud ring of the school bell, realizing you left class earlier than you should have but since you were in the locker room, it wasn’t too difficult to hide from the teacher’s sight. After running into the crowd of girls, you changed quickly into your school uniform, looking around for the teacher just in case they decided to pop out and scold you for leaving class early. In the time it took you to change, you noticed Kirishima’s friend changing in the distance, making it a point to not stare at her too long because that would be considered weird. Then again, you couldn’t stop noticing her features even in a school uniform. She was a nice fitted girl who seem to be surrounded by a lot of girls. She might have been someone who doesn’t get a lot of attention, but it was noticeable to all the girls that she was really pretty, smart and charming. It took a toll at your heart and your self-esteem that you were thinking this way just because Kiri liked her.

You decided to push it to the back of your mind and walked out quickly, making your way to the bathroom in the second floor. You knew that bathroom was usually lonely but occasionally the group of girls would gather inside to gossip. You walked in and made sure no one was inside, and you started to tear up. You didn't cry but the tears just ran down your face and they didn't stop. You tried to wipe them away, but the more you did, the more you started to think about how useless you felt. Why couldn't you say anything to him? It was so hard to even ask him how he felt about you . Not just as a friend but just a normal girl.

Even after all that, you thought maybe letting some emotions out would make it a little better to face your friend, but it never really was. You ended up going home instead, forgetting that you were suppose to meet him after school like he had reminded you. You didn't even remember when you got home, and even then, you weren't worried about seeing him that day. Its when he called you that you had remembered. You took your time to answer, giving off a tired 'hello' in response.

"Hey, where are you? Its been 20 minutes since school was over and I didn't see you come out the locker rooms. Are you doing okay?"

"Ah, sorry. I went home. I will have to take a rain check today." It went silent for a bit, hearing some shuffling on the other side before he responded.

"Alright, well, I was invited to hang with you-know-who so I guess I can go with her. Just... keep me updated? Last time you didn't even say anything when you hurt your arm." You couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of your broken arm.

"Yeah, sure. I'll make sure to keep you on the loop at all hours of the day. You have fun." You could hear his chuckle as he hung up, your smile fading as you heard the end of the call.

"Don't have too much fun.."

[katsuki-goodness]

Alone Without You | Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warning // Strong language and sexual themes ahead. There may be none in this chapter but the rest of the story will have these themes. Read at your own discretion.

Pairing: Kirishima x f!reader

Tags: School!AU, College!AU

Count: 2,089

Summary: He was a loving guy in high school, noon-changing, cheerful. The years passed and he shifted to a guy who partied, slept with any girl he found attractive, and drank like a maniac. You stayed the same, wishing for your friend to come back.

One day in the week.

Then two days.

Then the days come when you stop seeing him for a whole week and it starts to get worse from there. It was scary to you, seeing him change so quickly because of someone else. It might have been in the time spam of a few months but the noticeable change from the once caring boy to the now party animal, was a big gap.

You remember how he wanted to hang out that day, and he asked you to hang the next day. It was fun, nothing too weird, until later when the hangouts were less frequent, the way he talked to you, his posture, and even his eyes were different. He mentioned once that he was talking to his crush, just to get to know each other. In that instance, it hurt so bad but not as bad as seeing him transform.

“She was better than I had expected, and wow, she is amazing,” He told you, and you smiled with the fakest smile you could put on to show him how disappointed you felt inside. He didn’t even notice that. He continued to talk about her and didn’t stop. You had to make him stop. You told him that you wanted to talk about something else, not her.

“Listen, I want to hangout with you, but we can’t hangout when you keep talking about her all the time. I get you’re happy about her. I’m not trying to shut you up, but i rather talk about anyone else or anything else aside from her.” He didn’t take that very well. Maybe I shouldn’t have worded it that way, you thought.

“If that’s how you feel, then I should just hangout with her instead,” and just as quickly as he spoke, with anger, he left.

“Eijirou! Please, come back! I didn’t mean it like that!” He had pulled away in his car, speeding off and leaving you alone outside, watching his car disappear in the fog.

You did cry, but for being an idiot. You were just angry to hear him talk about her all the time when you were just sitting there listening to it. He should know but he doesn’t. He never asked and you never said anything either. You were a hypocrite because you can remember the times you mentioned a guy and his face was always displeased. You wanted his advice and wanted to talk about how to approach him, but it was always about him. You wanted to know how to tell him “I like you” or “let’s go out on a date because I’m tired of waiting for you”, but nothing came out of your mouth.

Just remembering that day felt so… heartbreaking. You can admit it was your fault in some way, and anything that reminded you of him would send a sharp pain to your chest. At the time, you wanted to go back and tell him you were sorry, but you were scared because yes, you two probably would be friends again, but you didn’t want to be involved anymore. He wanted to drag you to parties, make you meet his new girlfriend but you weren’t comfortable with any of that. He always got upset but you didn’t care. It’s not something you want to do.

No matter how much you try to remind yourself that the friendship was over, even if it’s been a few weeks, it was hard to move on. You and him were best friends, almost like you were joint to the hip. Thinking of it all with your music made it worse, so you took off your earphones and decided to take a walk to the park where you frequented whenever you needed some air.

It was the middle of fall and your thin sweater barely warmed you up at all. You mentally hit yourself for not bringing a bigger jacket. As you sat on the top of the slide in the middle of the park, you let out a sigh, feeling your mind clear and your body relax. This was always nice and super effective to relieving any type of trouble you had the moment. Your now cold body getting a little warmer from all the shivers, but nonetheless, this was nice.

You looked around, admiring the sight of people enjoying their evening. You didn’t notice the figure coming from behind you, and when they touched your shoulder, you jolted to the side and moved away. His angry eyes were staring back at you but his sly smirk was present. “Don’t worry, Forehead. It’s just me.”

You exhale as you moved over for him, giving him some room to sit. “You scared me. I seriously thought you were some random dude.”

He sat down, his thick jacket and his scarf puffing out as he took his place next to you. “I’m technically a random dude. We barely even talked in high school. We only talked because of Kiri.” You nodded in response. This was Kiri’s other best friend, but he was actually his best friend. They talked about anything from what Kirishima would mention. It was really cute seeing them both bicker but you always felt left out. You accepted it because he was his best friend and you were just a ‘good friend’.

Seeing the blonde with short hair and his usual angry eyes was so weird. He looked over at you, staring back and your mind couldn’t help but wonder, how come I didn’t fall for this guy instead?

“What are you looking at, Forehead?” You’re quickly snap back to your senses, looking down at your hands, too afraid to say a word about his best friend. “So?”

“Ah… it’s nothing really. Just had a lot on my mind. Nothing to note, though.” Silence followed suit. He didn’t respond to you at all and just stared out with you as you both look at the sunset. You hear him rustling but you don’t look towards him, instead you feel something warm, his jacket, put over you. “Wait, you don’t-“

“Just take it. You were shivering.” You barely nodded to his remark, the warmth of his jacket engulfing you. You had looked over at him and he had another sweater underneath his jacket it seems, taking no time to zip it up.

“I’m going to keep this,” you told him as you got up, a smile plastered on your face which he took as a sign that you were at least okay to walk home.

“I’ll just come looking for you if you don’t. Thats my favorite jacket.” You chuckle and thank him for letting you borrow it to get home. You didn’t want to leave, maybe say a few things about Kiri to him, but you two weren’t really friends. You knew each other, talked a few times, but not much aside from that. It was nice of him to even think of lending his jacket to you.

You got home pretty quickly, making sure to put Katsuki’s jacket on the couch to wash it later. You went over to the kitchen, getting a glass of water as you stepped back into the living room of your apartment. As you thought of Katsuki, your mind wandered to Eijirou who was probably with his girlfriend having a wonderful time. It occurred to you that Katsuki didn’t ask about Kiri at all, even though you didn’t expect him to just out right say anything to you. Was it because he knew what he was up to, or he assumed you two were still talking?

The way he went silent a few times was the indication that he knew something. You weren’t going to ask, and you most certainly weren’t going to talk about it even if you wanted to. Maybe you’re thinking too much about it that by now you were just thinking about the red head in an unhealthy way.

You say that, but at the end of the day, quite literally, you were still thinking about him. You fell asleep thinking about him, wondering if he was doing okay, if he was eating well, if they were treating him right. It was impossible for you to know In your current situation. Even when you went to class the next day, it was difficult. You shook your head a few times to stop the thoughts and you kept yourself occupied.

Going to the library on campus, you grabbed a few books to read, checking them out and heading off back home until you saw someone. He was talking to Katsuki, joking around but you dared to look in their direction and you saw Kiri with bags under his eyes, his hair longer than you last saw him. His style changed too, and you remembered he would wear pretty neutral colors but now it was bright. You can spot him from a mile away.

You quickly passed by them, ignoring the stares from the boys as you made sure to quickly go into a cafe where you would come to study. The sigh of relief calmed you down, and just like that, you sat down at one of the far tables, away from the window and looked down at your books.

“If I didn’t go get books, I wouldn’t have saw them,” blaming yourself out loud as you opened one up and began to read.

You can say that you’ve read better books, but at least you got to read more because you felt so stressed and a bit dazed thinking about him all day and night for the past day. You weren’t completely done with the first book, but you decided to go home since the coast was clear. No one followed you and no one was making fun of you.

It’s like life was quiet, not completely but also almost silent. It felt somehow.. very weird, especially since you just realized how quiet it actually was. Even walking down the same old street to your apartment was unusually quiet when it’s always been like this.

The world has stopped around you in some way as you opened the door to the main building of your apartment. You went up the steps, the hallway still looking the same, and even getting to your door, it was normal, except the guy standing in front of the door. Was he waiting for you?

“Hey, remember you have my jacket?” His grin was visible to you, somehow feeling tense as he spoke.

“Oh, right. Come in,” You had told him as you opened the door, letting him in with you right behind him. “I washed it for you, I hope you don’t mind.”

You heard him snicker at your remark. “Why would I be upset? You literally saved me the time.” The smile on your face notified him that you at least felt a bit more comfortable with him. It surely did relax you a bit, but you felt like he could have waited to get his jacket back from you, but right now, it felt like he was here for something else. It couldn’t have just been for his jacket, but who would want to see you, you would think many times.

“On another note, I wanted to invite you to a party that a friend is having this week.” There it was. A party? Why something… weird, like that?

“Umm, sorry, I don’t do parties.”

“That’s weird, I surely thought you would be a party girl. I just thought you’d be okay with going with me. I didn’t want to go alone.” His blush on his face was barely visible, but it was there.

“The great Bakugou is asking me out, and to a party?” You tease, his red face, very much visible.

“S-shut it, Forehead. This is a serious offer. Take it or leave it.” Thinking back to your high school years, Katsuki was always loud and aggressive, never nervous, and always willing to fight back. He was a scary dude, nothing like Eijirou. Maybe that’s why I never liked him?

The more you thought about it, the harder it was to deny the blonde. It’s not like you can’t have fun. You can pull off some styles, and who was going to stop you?

With a sigh, you look at the man standing in front of you. “I’ll go, but if we’re going together, you better not leave my side. I’m not planning to go home alone.”

He grinned towards you, “Deal.”

= = =

Tag list: @eijiandkatspebble

[katsuki-goodness]

For the peeps waiting for part three of Alone Without You, it’s on its way~ I have started it but I’m too excited to continue it. Either way, sorry for taking so long to finish it. I’ll do my best and get it out to you all!