#shinso drabble

[lilacgaby]

hiii! i was wondering if you could do “is he proposing or..” with shinsou ?? i lovedddd ur kiri and katsuki ones 🙈🙈

have a lovely day <3

is he proposing or is he sliding his rings on you more often, specifically one you'd never seen before, onto your ring finger?

is he proposing or is paying even more attention to your interests than usual? asking to be added to things like your pinterest boards, seeing your likes on instagram, seeing what softer songs you like, what shoes you prefer, every detail suddenly matters.

is he proposing or is he asking you out more often? you two were homebodies, but he suddenly had gotten the urge to take you out around town.

is he proposing or has he been randomly asking you about what types of venues you like? showing you articles, magazines, and billboards of different places that would be perfect. for what? but he'd never say.

is he proposing or while you were were napping on top of him like you usually would do, you overheard his conversation with his friend, him smilig softly against your skin as he said, "i'm going to marry her soon for sure."

is he proposing or did you two paint each others nails, you'd usually match but this time he opted for you to do a really bad white floral design on his ring fingers, and he did a really cute french tip on you (show off).

is he proposing or is he taking you to the park where you first met, you telling him how cool he was for his performance in the sports festival.

is he proposing or did he plan a picnic, only he chose to get the chinese food from the restaurant you both ate for your first date instead of a normal sandwhiches.

he handed you a fortune cookie as he opened his, he laughed at the thing on his paper. "let me see!"

"no, open yours first." and you did, pulling out the paper that read, 'will you marry me?' "you're joking! stop it--" but he wasn't as he held up a box in his hand, opening it to reveal an intricately designed band that housed a breathtakingly large purple sapphire, accompanied by black diamonds and silver. you noticed it matched the ring you always would compliment on him, saying you'd steal it one day. as you accepted, giving him your first kiss as fiancés, he showed you his paper.

it read,

'new beginnings will spark with your loved one.'

as you looked into his eyes, you knew it was telling your future.

[zorosbeau33]

Behind the Curtain~ Shinso Hitoshi BNHA/MHA Drabble

❖ MHA/BNHA, Shinso x gender neutral reader

❖ Timestamp/drabble, fluff

❖ No trigger warnings other than if mentions of alcohol and gambling

❖ wc: 421

❖ @atiny-piratequeen ❖ Masterlist ❖

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All characters and people in this au are aged up college or more~

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Hitoshi was not expecting it, not just a concert…they wanted more than just a concert? A whole casino bar and lounge?! Wasn’t this ridiculous? What villain would fall for this? The answer surprised him, it was entirely a surprise but it seemed the scum could not resist the dark vibes and a supposed house-losing streak for the gambling tables on the second floor. What he was not anticipating was how gorgeous you looked decked out in harajuku-style clothes and mask. Standing off stage as your safety guard Hitoshi could hardly believe the level of criminals that filtered in and out of the doors that night to catch a glimpse of your stellar musical performance and have a crack at the delicious drinks and gambling. Some after night two were even comfortable enough to start cracking deals in the VIP lounge. And the cops were lapping up the information they were getting every night. 

Though he would if possible have had you safely behind the stage and behind the scenes with him then upfront twice a night. It didn’t matter how beautiful your voice was, or how easily the crooks played into your hands begging for dates. Knowing the person he had been in love with since school days was being fawned over and nearly, (they’d foiled two plots already) taken away by these dangerous entrepreneurs of darkness made his blood pressure almost unmanageably rise. Even now as you leapt back and darted towards him, Hitoshi’s heart beat didn’t slow. Using his voice modifier he was able to trick the drunk patron into answering him and freezing on stage, giving security-the cops undercover-catch him and take him down. Hitoshi didn’t pause to watch, rather following you backstage to your changing room. “You okay?” He asked, watching you shed your disguise and take deep calming breaths. Your triumphant smile and nod made him sigh and lean on the doorframe, a rueful smile sliding across his lips. Happy to listen to you babble about this helping you guys catch another villain! Honestly he wasn’t sure how many more nights of this his sanity could take, watching you play to a crowd that would kill you if they knew you were a hero. Besides how long before your wit and charm made someone fall as crazy in love with you as he was? Toying with his voice modulator, Hitoshi watched you, and wondered if tonight would be the night he’d finally ask you to go to that new cat cafe…but as a date at last.

[foxfracture]

shinsou’s definitely into dumbification.

in the day to day, he loves how smart you are. he constantly finds himself in awe of your thoughtfulness, of how you reason through things, of the clever remarks that come naturally. it’s one of the main things that draws him to you.

and honestly, it makes it all the more satisfying to fuck you dumb later.

he loves seeing your eyes get cloudy and your mouth go slack with pleasure as he pounds you into the bed. watching you get less and less self-conscious every second as the buzzing in your body travels to your brain. you’re not even aware of the sounds you’re making anymore, just groaning in time with his hips, the rhythmic “uh-uh-unh” interrupted only by his own shaky gasps.

“so pretty” he pants, and means it. he prefers to have you on your back, facing him so he can see everything- your eyes glassy and half-lidded, your cheeks flushed. on display just for him. “doing so good for me darling.” 

he’ll ask you questions just to see you not be able to form words into an answer. gently clearing your hair out of the way so he can see your pretty face, “you okay baby? you feeling good? should i change anything?” no response- you can’t think straight, totally blissed out. 

it’s okay. he can think for you.

[luvseraphh]

caught in the act.

⊹ synopsis. in which you're making out with your boyfriend when his father walks in and catches you two...

⊹ content warnings. fluff, suggestive but no smut, drabble, gn!reader

⊹ pairing. hitoshi shinso x reader

Five minutes ago you were straddling your purple haired boyfriend's lap. The two of you were in the middle of a passionate make out session when you heard the door to his bedroom open. You pulled away from each other to look and were met with the sight of his father, Aizawa, looking back at the two of you with a frustrated gaze.

Now the two of you were sitting on opposite sides of the bed, Hitoshi's eyes awkwardly fluttering around and your gaze burning holes through the floor out of sheer embarrassment.

"I'm too young to be a grandpa, and you two are too young to be parents. If I catch you two doing this again, you won't be allowed in his room when you're both over. You'll have to hang out in the living room where Hizashi will most definitely be spying on you. Don't disappoint me again," he sighed, getting up from the chair he sat in, leaving the room and leaving the door wide open.

After the two of you sat in silence for a long moment, you both looked over at each other, beginning to snicker as you made eye contact. As you both bask in the awkwardness of the situation what started as soft giggles turned into a full blown laugh attack, faces red and chests burning.

"That was like, painful," you manage out between laughs, barely able to breathe from how hard the two of you were laughing.

Taglist - @justmylvr @lwcedribbons @im0nsaturn @dvartefox @failurewater @f0reverfaded @t0asty1 @iv-vee @mp3nai @straows @grenadehearts @hecate-frenchfries @imagine-all-the-imagines

ⓒ luvseraph 6/11/25

[todorokies]

shinsou could never really wrap his head around the fact that some men don’t find pleasure in eating pussy or completely avoid the act in general.

you mean to tell him that after the day finally quiets down, where the sky soon decorates itself in a pretty flame orange hues intertwined with a dusty faint blue, that one doesn’t seek the sweetened comfort of slick gummy walls fluttering with grace around their tongue?

feeling a pair of pillowy plush thighs squeeze fervently around their head in a desperate manner followed by a rough tug at the hair doesn’t make one eagerly throb in their boxers in anticipation?

and above all else, the most rewarding part of the act in shinsou’s opinion; hearing the most melodic whines and whimpers ripple from your chest like a soft lullaby as you hastily grind yourself against his working mouth.

being a pro hero has its perks but oftentimes the long and demanding hours overshadows the fulfilled purpose of perseverance and noble sacrifice. with most heroes needing to find a grounding anchor to endure with their lives.

you are his anchor.

and he wishes so dearly to tell you how your presence in his life gives him the willpower to continue on, how endearing the ways you showcase your raw and vulnerable self along with your love.

but he can never find the exact words to express this correctly with the way his head gets all mushy with you constantly cycling around in there like a damn looped love song.

so instead, after a long day of crime fighting with ached muscles and an extra set of dark circles under his defined eye-bags, he comes home and assists you with putting on the prettiest lingerie set for him; a deep lilac colour that matches his eyes.

the act itself is intimate, his larger calloused hands delicately roams over your body as he slides the lacy fabric onto your skin with ease as small slurred murmurs of “you’re the prettiest.” and “all for me.” escapes from him.

the final touches include him looking up at you with blown-out lidded eyes as he teasingly pulls at the thighs garters allowing it to snap back against your skin and elicit a small whine from you.

and now he has you situated upon his face, hungrily lapping at your soaked cunt with your juices smearing all over the lower half of his face. and while he enjoys making out with your pussy for his pleasure, you needs always comes first in mind especially when you moan a little louder when he captures your swole clit in his mouth and sucks firmly on the bud.

he allows you use him, to ride his face until you see fit, shamelessly grinding yourself and letting out the cutest squeals when his nose occasionally nudges at your clit.

and hitoshi? he takes it. all of it. as he’s closer than ever to cumming untouched and he can’t help but to lazily smile against your pussy as this method of unwinding knocks the more “ethical” ways of relaxing out the park.

men who don’t eat pussy are definitely missing out.

reblogs and feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[taones]

tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down. 

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry. 

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend. 

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning. 

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk. 

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction. 

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

[grenadehearts]

authors note: ohhh yeaaa a drunken makeout sesh w shinsou?? while the neighborhood plays.. should i continue this drabble further?

You and Shinsou had staggered up the stairs to some random, crappy bedroom, the purple and blue hue of the LED lights casting over him, making him look even more enticing than he usually did—messy, tousled hair, smudged eyeliner, and that cocky toothy grin that sent you to your knees with his hand fisted in your hair. Your hands tugged at his loose flannel, one buried in his purple curls while he guided you back—one large hand pressing against the small of your back, while the other cradled your face, angling you just right. Crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that was all mess, and searing heat with a taste of urgency, the remnants of cheap alcohol lingering on his tongue.

There was nothing gentle nor kind about his actions, they weren't slow or sweet—nor, was their any tenderness in the way he held you, in the way he devoured your mouth like a man drowning trying to grasp any amount of air out of his lungs, even the way his grip tightened against your back sure to be embedded into your skin by sunrise,  as he navigated you up the creaky stairs of some shitty college house party The farther up you went, the needier you both became. The pounding bass from downstairs softened, the muffled lyrics of Sweater Weather fading into the walls, drowned out by the way your breath hitched every time his teeth grazed your bottom lip. its muffled barely coherent lyrics mixing with the tiny gasps of air you and Shinsou stole between fevered kisses, the shuffle of his Docs against the wooden stairs filling the gaps in sound.

When another drunk couple stumbled past—her heels in hand, mini dress riding up to expose a shitty thigh tattoo she probably got to rebel against her parents—giggling against a guy clumsily gripping her waist—Shinsou yanked you flush against his chest, pressing his back to the wall, to avoid any drunken collision.

 His scent hit you like a drug—cigarettes, faded cologne, along with something that was  distinctly him, but there wasn’t nearly enough time to fully take it in before he was on you again, lips crashing against yours, rough and impatient. The cold metal of his chain brushing against your exposed cleavage, sending a delicious chill up your spine. And when he got tired of just your lips, his mouth trailed lower, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down to your collarbone. His breath was hot, each exhale a tease against your skin as he sucked at the delicate flesh, leaving a pale bruise and a sleek trail of saliva.

But when your reaction wasn’t enough—when you weren’t trembling the way he wanted—he bit down, a sharp nip that had your thighs clenching on instinct. A breathy, involuntary whimper slipped past your lips. He heard it. Felt it. The bastard smirked against your neck, lips curving against the sensitive skin as his hand slithered between your thighs, fingers pressing right against that pulse point.

A shudder rolled through you as his breath ghosted over the shell of your ear, his voice low, rough, dripping with satisfaction.

"Atta girl," he murmured, fingers teasing against the heat between your legs. "Give me more of that."

p.s i've never written for shinsou so.. bare w me pls..

[11110003]

It's not sex— you don't have sex with your brother, Hitoshi.

Even as he has your legs spread, your back against his solid chest as his hand guides your hand through your folds. You can feel his intense gaze on your pussy— but that's only so that he can make sure you're doing it properly. Not because he's enjoying it, because it's weird to stare and drool at your sisters pussy. It's weird and wrong, and Shinso's just helping you out. The boner pressing against your back? Well, it's just a natural reaction. Any guy would get hard in this situation.

It's not incest, either... Shinso isn't actually touching your wet cunt, he's just guiding your hand along, moving your fingers the way he any guy with experience would! It's just to help you! He's being a good brother isn't he? Making sure you don't have to whine in your pillows at night, trying to reach a peak but never being able to. He's just being sweet on you, is all.

"Shh.. You're being too loud, dad might hear." You can feel Shinso's grin at the back of your neck, and you try to bite down the pitiful sound that tries to escape from your lips.

Shinso seems to take mercy on you this time, not too keen on being walked in with his hand draped over your own (pushing your fingers in and out of your wet pussy, your juices costing his own hands as he subtly grinds against your back). He can't help himself.

"Here, pooor baby, put my fingers in your mouth, yeah? Clean it up for me?" Shinso brings his soiled hand away from your cunt and to your lips, not waiting for a response before he pushes the digits inside of your mouth.

He practically groans as your tongue swirls around his digits.

[silkysoftie]

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭

hitoshi shinsou x female reader

summary: in which hitoshi unexpectedly finds himself getting off to a photo of his classmate.

↳ warnings: 18+, nsfw, ua college au, established friendship, masturbation, light exhibitionism/voyeurism (aged up characters)

a/n: hope you like this lil’ fic! don’t worry toshi stans, i plan to write more content for him in the future :)

Hitoshi was no stranger to 3am, as is natural for an insomniac. Not only did he find himself to be more productive after 9pm, but he’d also grown to enjoy the stillness that settled over the dorms and the darkness that creeped down the hallway outside his door. He often spent this time catching up on homework, or winding down from the long day of training without worry of being disturbed.

It was an uncommonly quiet night. Usually, he could hear Tokoyami, a fellow night owl, up and clattering about in the common area. Occasionally, the pipes in his walls would creak and groan as someone, likely Midoriya coming back from a late night run, showered, but not tonight. Hitoshi couldn’t even hear Y/N, his classmate and friend whom he shared a wall with, shuffling about. Tonight the dorms were noiseless, leading him to believe that all of his classmates were asleep.

Unfazed by the silence, Histoshi busied himself with little tasks just like he would any other night. He spent an hour or two finishing an essay, mended a tear in his capture scarf, and packed up his book bag before deciding to take a well deserved break.

After carefully placing his favorite vinyl on his record player, he stripped off his shirt, threw on a pair of pajama pants, and settled into bed. As the soft music filled the room, he unplugged his phone, intending to browse instagram for a while.

Humming along to the song, Hitoshi scrolled through countless photos and videos of his friends and classmates. Ashido had posted a dance cover that he liked and left a comment under. A little further down Todoroki had uploaded a family photo with his father’s head cropped out. Hitoshi couldn’t help but cackle at that. And then he came upon a very different photo. It was posted a few hours ago by the very girl that was asleep just on the other side of his wall, Y/N.

The picture was of her, laughing and smiling as she was being smooshed between the girls from Class 1A. But what made this photo unique was that it was taken during the girls trip to the beach last weekend, and Y/N was in a bikini.

Hitoshi’s eyes widened as he drew in an unusually shaky breath. He’d never seen his classmate in anything less than her school uniform or hero costume which, much to his dismay, was not very revealing. He glanced nervously at the wall they shared, as if she’d somehow phase through it at any moment and bear witness to his wandering eyes.

Clearing his throat, Hitoshi scrolled away from the post, but as he half heartedly watched a work out video Midoriya had uploaded, his mind kept wandering back to the photo.

Though he was alone, Hitoshi tilted the screen a bit closer to his chest, a light blush staining his cheeks. One more peak couldn’t hurt… With a quick search, he’d pulled up her account, bikini pic proudly pinned at the top.

Feeling a bit like a pervert, Hitoshi’s eyes wandered over his friend’s half-naked body. She was much… softer than he expected. The serious mask she put on during combat training had somehow led him to believe she was all sharp edges and strength, but the gentle curves of her torso said otherwise.

Not only was he transfixed by the light sheen of sweat shimmering on her smooth skin, but also by the swimsuit she dawned. It seemed to hug her in all the right places, just barely teasing what might be underneath. And though she was surrounded by plenty of scantily clothed women, he just couldn’t pull his gaze away from her.

A low groan escaped his throat as he threw his hand over his eyes, telltale signs of arousal earning a reaction from his body.

Good lord, he was pathetic. As though he’d never seen a woman before, a simple bikini photo had him pitching a tent.

Sighing, Hitoshi peaked through his fingers at his erection. He’d have to take care of that before he could move on with his night.

Maybe he could use the photo?

No… Y/N was his friend and a rather good one at that. She trusted him. They respected one another.

But the thought of getting off to someone else made his brows furrow in dissatisfaction. He couldn’t, not when she had been the source of his excitement. Hitoshi huffed in frustration. This was no good.

Maybe… maybe she wouldn’t mind? Maybe she intended for him to see this photo when she’d posted it!

It was with these feeble justifications that Hitoshi’s resolve easily crumbled. Without another thought, he hurriedly yanked down his pajama pants, red, aching cock springing free.

Just this once.

Humming with relief, he gripped his throbbing member. Setting a slow pace, Hitoshi’s gaze wandered back down to his phone, the screen illuminating his fucked out expression in the dim room.

Hitoshi stroked his cock lazily as he began committing the shape of her to memory. The subtle slope of her hips, the curve of her breasts... even the way her hair, wind-blown and salty, fell over her shoulders.

Had she always been this beautiful?

A whimper caught in Hitoshi’s throat as his thumb caught on the tip. Without the presence of mind to feel guilty, he imagined it was Y/N’s hands running over him instead. In his mind’s eye he could see her, big, round eyes staring longingly up at him, practically begging for him to take her. Hitoshi moaned at the mere thought.

Would she want to blow him? His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he envisioned her waiting patiently on her knees for him, mouth open and ready to receive.

Groaning, he thought of all the ways in which he might pleasure her. He’d tie her up, eat her out, and leave her gasping for more. Oh, and he just knew she would sound absolutely exquisite. What he wouldn’t give to hear little whines and whimpers rolling off her tongue as she pleaded for release.

By now, grunts and moans fell freely from Hitoshi’s lips as he panted without care of who might hear. His hand began to move quicker, his movements growing sloppier as he approached his high. Throwing down his phone, Hitoshi gripped the base of his cock tightly. With a desperate whine of his friend’s name, sticky, hot ropes of cum shot out, covering his bare, heaving chest.

Hitoshi raked a shaky hand through his mussed, purple hair as he came down from his high. He hadn’t finished that hard in quite some time and boy, had he missed it. Just as he was beginning to catch his breath, a ‘ding’ from his phone caught his attention.

Not even bothering to clean himself up, he picked up his phone, curious to see who might have texted him this late at night.

A jolt of surprise zapped through him as his screen lit up with the notification.

Y/N

‘Whatcha doin over there? Sure sounds like fun ;)’

Caught off guard, Hitoshi��s eyes flicked between his phone and his wall. She’d heard him? He’d thought she was asleep…

Maybe he could play this off somehow? Licking his lips nervously, he typed out a quick response.

Toshi

‘Wouldn’t you like to know ;)’

Copying her little winky face, he pressed send, hopeful it implied his volume had been intentional even if it hadn’t.

Y/N

‘Why don’t you come over here and show me?’

Hitoshi had never moved so fast in his life.

tags:

[peachesvault]

★I can be romantic okay?

———————-

D.Kaminari & H.Shinsou smau

telling the boys the literal name of their pet names (eg sweetie pie = sugar pastry)

A/n: MY SHAYLAA I LOVE MY SILLY BOYS ESP DENKI IM GOING TO EAT HIM

DO NOT COPY OR POST ELSEWHERE. REBLOGS AND LIKES APPRECIATED

[bloomness]

bloom omg hiii! first time in the ask box.. kinda nervous. put can i please request head-cannons as the reader being the mha boys workout/gym crush 🤗

( and can u plssss include bakugo ! only if u want though no pressure :p)

CRUSHED REPS

ft. kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou

contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship to established relationship

authors note: sorry for the long wait anon ! n thank u for the request mwah. btw hitoshi is actually delusional abt every interaction you have. he goes home and breaks it down w the guys while gaming.

also no bakugo cus guys i cant but there are so many other amazing bloggers who can and will do it amazingly so pls request and follow them !!!

kirishima eijiro

eijiro wouldn’t notice you right away, being so immersed in his own workouts, but over the span of a couple of weeks he can’t help but take note of you. 

when you're nearby he lifts just a little heavier than usual at the chance to impress you. if you so much as glance over at him and flash him a smile, he considers it a win.

and if you compliment him it makes his day! he tries to play it off but he can’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot. “ah, it’s nothing really! um, i saw you and— you were doing great too!” 

eijiro would finally ask you out by putting flowers in your locker and then popping up behind you like, “hey, you're a really stable lifter— wanna go on a date with me?” 

once you are officially dating you are also officially gym partners for life. 

eijiro falls into the habit of buying the same gym brand equipment as you because he’s now shopping for two and it’s easier. 

you two start your mornings by making protein packed smoothies alongside a nutrient rich breakfast. eijiro encourages early runs before work together and you always accept— he wraps a scarf around your neck, insisting that your workout outfit isn’t warm enough.

eijiro is discussing both your workout plans on your way to the gym and runs at any opportunity to spot you.

at the end of the day, you like to take photos to document your progress and eijiro flexing in the back of them has become your new normal.

eijiro makes a joint diet schedule that’s hung up on your fridge and plans ice cream dates on your shared cheat days.

kaminari denki

when denki first saw you at the gym— which was pretty soon after you began going because he’s always distracted at the gym — he lost track of his speed and flew off his treadmill. to no one's surprise, he spent the next couple of weeks watching you, not in a creepy way, but in an admirable one. 

you were consistent, confident, and exactly his type and he could tell all this without even having to talk to you.

your high gym attendance improves denki’s. now he spends hour-long sessions at the gym in hopes to run into or even just see you.

denki would come up with the stupidest way to talk to you for the first time. like he notices you’ve been focused on your biceps recently and challenges you to an arm wrestle. 

he goes home and practices complimenting you in the mirror, “woahhh nice form— no, that sounds weird. perfect form beautiful! …no not that. you are so sex— fuck.” (and maybe gets a little side tracked)

once he finally makes his move and you accept, he’s genuinely just sooo ecstatic to show you off at the gym. he loooves spotting for you, even if you don’t need it. 

denki loses his mind when you arrive with a new workout set that fits your figure just right, literally ogling at you shamelessly. he’ll say you need to fix your strap, no, he’ll do it for you just so he can get his hands on you.  

getting smoothies after working out is a new favorite part of both your routines. 

sero hanta

hanta sees you killing it on the stairmaster and immediately knows he needs you to be a part of his life.

he finds you at the front desk after one of his late night workout sessions, and sparks up a conversation with you. he’ll be sure to include how he notices you really like to do cardio and expresses his fascination for it.

from then on you two have a very flirty dynamic. there’s never a day where he doesn’t compliment you. 

he always brings an extra jacket just in case you want to do your exercises outside. 

hanta remembers your favorite energy drink, and somehow ‘accidentally buys two’ so he ends up giving you one. this happens more times than it should. 

hanta hears music blasting from your headphones one day and suggests making a shared playlist. he’d tease you for your music taste but listens to your favorite albums when he does solo runs or is studying.  

the first time you properly flirt back with him, he genuinely starts lagging. “yeah? really— i mean that great, you’re great.”

if someone’s creeping on you at the gym? he’s there in seconds. arm draped around your shoulders, casual but firm. “hey babe, you ready to go?” (he’d do this before you’re even official)

you could be doing two different exercises at the gym, but he makes sure that you’re always in his line of sight.

though hanta is an amazing boyfriend, he isn’t always the best gym buddy. all it takes is waking up next to you, breathing slow and peacefully as you’re tucked under his arm, for him to cancel his 8am workout session. and he’ll beg you to not leave his side when it’s time for you to get up. 

shinsou hitoshi

hitoshi first noticed you because you actually wiped down the equipment after using it. that’s it. his knew his standards were already high and maybe you’d prove he wasn’t out of his mind. 

hitoshi unapologetically looked you up on social media when he got home that day and physically flung his phone across the room when he accidentally liked your latest post. 

he definitely didn’t avoid going to the gym for a couple days after that…

eventually, you two end up at the water fountain at the same time and hitoshi forces his resting bitch face to curl up into a small smile. it pays off when you tell him he’s cute and pointed out his one sided dimple.

hitoshi would only ask you out after you've complimented him a dozen times, he’s dropped a million hints, and he’s 100% sure you’re interested in him.

even after becoming official, hitoshi gets totally flustered if you compliment his progress and will try to cover it with sarcasm. “whatever it’s nothing.” (he’s blushing)

you’re the only person he ever gives unsolicited advice to gently. “if you adjust your grip just a little, it’ll hit your lats better.” it’s his version of flirting.

hitoshi stopped taking pre-workout and started stretching with you in the morning instead (and it has worked wonders for him.)

you’re genuinely his biggest motivation. he thinks you’re cool and wants to keep you around so as long as you’re the one kissing his biceps by the day and he will keep on fighting.

if you’re both facing the mirror, and he catches your gaze he tries soooooo hard to act nonchalant but you can see him smiling to himself and quietly hyping himself up. 

[lilacgaby]

can I request shinsou with cold hands?? Kind of based on show me how by men I trust?

Thank you!

title: i'll love you, even from afar.

pairing: shinsou x fem!reader

summary: shinsou couldn't feel your love anymore, but it didn't mean you'd stop loving him.

note: i made this kinda an unrequited love thing bc that's how i interpreted the song, lmk if you'd like a happier ask love <3

as you grabbed onto his hands, they were freezing. hitoshi had not even the ghost of a smile on his lips left, staring at you blankly. "what are you doing?" he said, moving his frosted hands away from yours.

"nothing." you said, putting your hands back onto your lap, nicely folded.

you don't take his words to heart, you knew not to anymore. he assured you before that he'd cared for you, so why would that have changed?

you hope to see your old friend in him, you've realized.

you love someone who doesn't exist anymore, the friend who'd hold you closely when you were scared. who'd congratulate you when you passed a hard test you crammed for.

who'd hold your hands in the haunted houses your school forcefully made you go through. who'd take you to cat cafes and bookstores after school just to hang out with you a bit longer.

your first love was dead. this is the thought you pondered as you looked down at your lap.

when was the last time he'd taken you anywhere besides the dorms? excuses piled up and he was here now only out of pure obligation. there was no hug for you at the door, no handholding on the couch, not even a word of content uttered from his straight lined mouth.

he looked beyond you, even when faced directly to yours it was like you weren't really there.

you wanted to yell at him. beg at him to just do something. show you that he cared, that he was here with you, that he even liked you.

he made the room feel cold, the book in your lap now a block of ice as he disregarded your every move. every attempt at a conversation was met with a disgruntled sigh, a wave of a hand the only gesture you'd managed to squeeze out of him.

he finally grew bored of you. a hand on your shoulder as he announced his departure, he collected his bags, and without looking back, walked out.

you felt sick to your stomach.

because you felt happy at the slightest bit of recognition.

you felt sick to your stomach because as the moonlight settled into your room from your windowsill, your heart was full of thoughts of him.

you clutched your burning hands close to your rapid heart, as you looked around the room to see the past memories of him.

of him lounging on your bed, of him sitting on your windowsill to sneak in, of him painting your nails on the desk beside you,

of him taking your first kiss by your door.

those thoughts lulled you to sleep that night, as they have been for the past month that hitoshi had been acting strangely.

you understood your first love was long gone,

that he couldn't feel the admiration you held in your soul openly for him because he was far in a place you'd never reach.

he'd never feel or welcome the love that weighed over you constantly,

but the feeling would never leave you.

and you accepted that.

[zorosbeau33]

Time to be a hero~ MHA/BNHA Hitoshi Shinso Imagine

❖ MHA/BNHA Hitoshi Shinso, Hitoshi x gender neutral reader ❖ Imagine/Drabble, angst ❖ Tw: Blood, Fighting, ❖ wc: 820 ❖ Tags: @atiny-piratequeen ❖ Masterlist ❖

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A sneer tugged at his lips, hands lifting to shoulder level long fingers dropping his weapons. Both eyes focused on the villain's knife, tensing as it nears that all to blood-filled artery inches below the mandible. Hatred tinged his purple eyes, feet stalled against the dusty hallways linoleum flooring. 

“They’re not a threat to you, let them go…before you make your sentence an even longer one.” His tone was even, not a tremble in it as he kept his eyes focused on the villains half covered face. The villains emotions emulated Shinso’s it seemed as his golden eyes turned icy, narrowing as he let out a disgusted huff but no response. Shinso took one step closer while the other man took two back. “The cops already know Lucard, they’ll be arresting your buddies in your hide out as we speak. Other heroes have already taken down your friends…let them go and I’ll let you try to fight this out.”

Shinso didn’t know who had told the villain not answer him vocally, perhaps there was a mole on his side, but he had bigger things to worry about as Lucard pressed the knife down. Once again the hero stopped dead in his tracks, the pearly beads of red dripping down the silvered edge sending cold down his spine. Dammit, was his fleeting thought before he opened his mouth, speaking softly. Lucard hesitated back meeting a wall. Shinso did not risk it though his training with Aizawa screamed at him to use the split second to throw out his wraps in an attempt to yank the knife arm away from him. This villain had proved one too many times to have near supernaturally sharp reflexes, the fifty-fifty chance of who would move quicker was not one he could risk. 

“Just put the knife…down…” The low dry tone hummed out of his throat, hiding any of his internal desperation in this moment as he lowers his chin. He didn’t want to take risks, he didn’t LIKE to take risks. The adrenaline junkies were Sero, Kirishima and Monoma not him, but here he was dipping into that reservoir of internal strength, calculating exactly each of his next moves-CLATTER. The knife had hit the floor, all at once both men sprang into action. Lucard still not responding to a word Shinso was saying shoved away and booked it for the stairwell. He was fast, but Hitoshi had memorized the layout of this entire block of buildings. The only thing that slowed him down was throwing his wraps out to catch your falling body before you could limply crash to the ground. For the first time a growl of rage left him, and after you were down he vaulted the stairwell. 

Rolling as he hit the floor two stories below Shinso called out again to Lucard using his AVC mask, in the tone of Lucards best friend. Wide eyed the villain spun around desperately seeking his ally. That was all it took, and as Hitoshi took him down in one fell swoop the answer became obvious. Out of all the heroes to take this villain down he perhaps was the least effective, empathy moving through him despite his anger for the plight you had been placed through. Lucard could have fought him off, could have stopped him possibly. But at the sound of his friends voice the villain had turned and lifted his hands to sign a warning a plee for his friend to run away. Of course his quirk was useless here, Lucard was mute. 

The moment of empathy however was fleeting, once he was down Hitoshi’s next thoughts were of you. Hanging the villain up in a submission tie to keep him from running away Shinso took off running. Radioing their success as he rushed to your side, memory of the dripping red line upon your neck haunting his every moment. Nothing would stop him from scooping your limp form back up into his arms, it was time for a vacation. Aizawa was right he needed some time off and he intended to take however much he needed, so he could stand beside you and be yoru support as you recovered from this. 

You were strong he knew, a hero who would bounce back from this harrowing experience, but right now as he clung to your limp body and carried you to safety Hitoshi felt like even his gentle touch would shatter you like glass. He was so proud of you for holding out under the villains grasp for those few days. It was time, you could relax now this time he would be your hero. This story of your lives together was just beginning and he swore he would protect it with every fiber of his heart and soul. It was the right moment for the rolls to reverse, he was a pro now and it was his time to be a hero, your hero.

[sanipoyo]

“USE YOUR QUIRK ON ME, HITOSHI”

note - this is edited! i changed some of it :3, shinso drabble, enjoy cuties!

SHINSO kneeled, trying to catch his breath after sparring with his mentor. “when you’re ready, let’s go again. i want you to use your quirk this time”, mr. aizawa instructed and shinso nodded.

a minute later, shinso leaped towards aizawa in attempt to sneak attack him. the old man dodged to no surprise and continued dodging all of shinso’s attempted punches and kicks.

“i’m surprised your still so agile, guessing your age hasn’t caught up to you yet, huh?” hitoshi taunts, trying to get a verbal reaction out of aizawa. instead, he got tied up with mr. aizawa’s binds.

“you’re pretty stubborn, erasure”, hitoshi huffed, chest heaving while he stood in front of mr. aizawa, immobilized and trying to buy time so he could think of a plan. “these villains aren’t gonna be any better, you know.” eraserhead replied and shinso sighed.

“ya think so?” hitsohi asked, causing aizawa to shoot a glare at him. was shinso doubting his teacher? a pro hero? “i know s-“ mr. aizawa began to say getting cut off by shinso’s brainwashing. the binds loosened, freeing him from being unable to move. shinso couldn’t believe it at first, he commanded mr. aizawa to surrender the binding cloth as a whole and he did it. shinso approached his teacher, pushing his shoulder slightly and he snapped out of the brainwashing.

“i won this time.”

Ⓒ all published work belongs to sanipoyo! do not copy/plagiarize.

[luvseraphh]

the babysitter h. shinso

In which Hitoshi comes home a bit earlier than usual and meets his little sister, Eri's, babysitter, who appears to be about his age.

Hitoshi entered his house, his backpack falling off his shoulder and onto the ground. He could overhear the sound of My Little Pony playing on the TV and his little sister giggling softly.

He went into the living room, thinking he was about to greet one of his parents, but instead he was greeted by the pretty face of his sister's babysitter. His jaw dropped as he wracked his mind to think of something to say, but instead he just looked like a fish out of water.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," you introduce yourself, trying to save both of you from the embarrassment. Despite your casual demeanor, you had on a princess tiara and stickers Eri had dotted all over your face.

"I'm Hitoshi, I'm Eri's brother," he says, pupils still blown as he takes in your appearance.

"Oh, sorry about... everything, I let Eri have some fun. I'm gonna get this off and then get headed home. My parents will get worried if I'm out too late," you explain with a smile and a soft laugh. The angelic sound that fell from your lips was enough to make the world stop spinning in Hitoshi's mind, and he wished he could hear it every day.

"No worries. Do you have a ride or are you walking home?" he asks as you pull the previously discarded hoodie over your body and hand the tiara back to Eri.

"Oh, I'm walking, I only live a few blocks away," you respond, peeling the stickers from your face.

"Me and Eri could walk you home if you want. It's no trouble," he offers, half wanting to spend more time with you and half not wanting to subject you to the dangers of walking home alone at night.

"That would be great," you say with a soft smile, accepting his sweet offer.

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ⓒ luvseraph 4/17/25

[seumyo]

You never thought much about it.

Not when you set down the container of cookies right in front of Shinsou in home economics class, even though your friends had been eyeing them first. They had asked, but you had offered them to him—who hadn’t even spoken a word about wanting one.

(The utter betrayal.)

“Try it,” you had said, nudging the container slightly closer to him.

Shinsou blinked at you before taking a cookie, chewing thoughtfully. The corner of his lips quirked up. “Not bad,” he admitted quietly.

You smiled.

Your friends exchanged glances, but neither you nor Shinsou noticed.

It was casual.

Just like how it was casual when you would practically light up about a new show you thought he would like. You’d excitedly explain the entire premise, detailing why Shinsou—of all people—would appreciate the clever writing and the slow-burn tension between the characters.

Shinsou, for his part, would hum in acknowledgment, only half-listening. Not because he wasn’t interested, but because he kept getting lost in your eyes. They sparkled when you spoke, brimming with excitement and warmth, and he found himself nodding along just to keep you talking.

Casual.

Just like how you sometimes—only sometimes—waited for Shinsou at the train station in the mornings. Your house wasn’t even that far from the school, maybe one station or two in distance, but you still took the train some days. On those days, you never told him you were waiting. You’d just “casually” be there, pretending like it was a coincidence when he spotted you.

“Oh, hi,” you’d greet, rocking back and forth on your heel.

Shinsou would raise a brow but never questioned it. “Morning.” He yawned, nodding to you as he fixed the scarf around his neck. A cold morning today. “Did you forget yours, or are you immune to the cold?”

“Nope!” you answered, reaching for your bag. “Ta-da!” you waved the material in front of him. “How could I forget?” He even had the courtesy to fix it for you without you having to tell him. How sweet of him.

And then you’d walk together, matching steps, as if you both had planned it all along.

Casual.

Like what friends do.

Just like when Shinsou noticed a crumb of biscuit at the corner of your lips during lunch. Without thinking, he lifted his thumb, swiping it away.

You froze.

So did he.

But instead of acknowledging the moment, Shinsou, ever so casually, licked the crumb off his thumb like it was nothing.

You felt your entire soul leave your body.

Her friends at the table gawked, barely containing their squeals, but Shinsou just took another bite of his food, unfazed.

Casual.

So painfully, frustratingly, and stupidly casual.

Or maybe he was just too nonchalant.

And yet—

When you walked home together that afternoon, there was something lingering in the air between you two.

Shinsou noticed the way you kept sneaking glances at him. You noticed the way his fingers twitched slightly at his sides, as if resisting the urge to reach for you—or maybe your delusions have finally caught up to you.

Neither of you said anything.

Neither of you acknowledged the way your hearts raced just a little faster when your arms brushed.

Neither of you admitted that, maybe—just maybe—none of it had ever been casual at all.

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