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I feel like we moved past this man way too fast. He is the most respectful, caring and protective man ever!! Yet he still looks like a bad boy and totally sexy which makes him so much better!

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「 Shattered Horizons—Nanami Kento x Itadori Yuji」

As Yuji took another bite of the delicious takoyaki, the rich sauce dribbled down his chin, and he cursed under his breath, “Fuck, I’m such a mess!” He quickly grabbed a napkin, but before he could wipe it away, Nanami leaned closer, his expression half-amused and half-exasperated.

“Here, let me help you with that,” he said, almost deadpan, wiping the sauce off Yuji’s chin with his finger. The simple gesture made something heat up in Yuji’s chest, but it didn’t prepare him for what happened next. Nanami pressed his thumb against Yuji’s lips, his gaze intense and steady.

Yuji’s heart raced, pounding in his chest as he found himself instinctively parting his lips. What the actual hell? he thought, his mind racing. When he couldn’t help it anymore, he gently sucked the sauce off Nanami’s finger, and time seemed to freeze. Nanami watched him with that gaze, the one that made Yuji’s knees feel weak and his face burn hotter than the summer sun.

As he released Nanami's thumb, his mouth opened and closed like a fish, caught completely off guard by the bizarre but thrilling moment. Then, just like that, Nanami looked away, an almost imperceptible flush creeping onto his cheeks. “It’s pretty good, isn’t it?” he said, sounding casual as he took another bite, his straight-laced demeanor returning eerily fast.

Yuji could only nod, his mind reeling as he tried to process what had just happened. Is this guy for real? How can he act so normal while I’m freaking the fuck out over here? He was struggling to focus on the food, and the overwhelming urge to reach out and pull Nanami closer was nearly unbearable.

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Kainess fanfic — Behind The Curtain — on ao3 by unrequit3dlove! (angst/dark romance)

“What the hell are you whining for?” Michael chuckled darkly, breaking the kiss just enough to tilt Alexis’s chin up, that smirk edging back into place. “You sound like a damn brat, just begging for more.” The teasing glimmer in his eyes only fueled Alexis's frustration, but that frustration was tangled with something else, a reluctant thrill.

“Shut up, Michael!” Alexis gasped, feeling a rush of embarrassment flooding his cheeks. “You’re not exactly making this easy!” He clumsily pushed their bodies together again, but the moment his lips met Michael’s, he could feel his inexperience leaking through, each movement seemingly more awkward than the last.

Michael noticed it, the way Alexis fumbled for him, the rough hands of a novice exploring territory he wasn’t yet comfortable with. “Wow, is this your first kiss or something?” he taunted, eyebrows raised in mock surprise. “You’re practically tripping over your own tongue!”

The silence that followed spoke volumes, and something deep within Michael twisted with a wave of unexpected possessiveness. The realization sank in, making him both thrilled and irritated that he’d somehow gotten a hold of something so pristine. “Look at you, just taking it all,” he continued, voice dripping with condescension, but his grip tightened possessively as he leaned closer. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you? Even if it means stealing your first kiss just to make you squirm?”

“Fuck you, Michael!” Alexis shot back, the fire in his voice almost drowning out the heat spreading through his body. But there was a tremor of vulnerability beneath his bravado, a war between embarrassment and excitement that made his heart race. It frustrated him, yet the undeniable chemistry sent pulses of electricity skimming over his skin.

Michael’s lips curled into a devilish grin as he surged forward again, reclaiming the space between them with a fierce kiss, pressing Alexis even more firmly against the wall. “Aw, come on, Alexis, don’t you want me to mess you up a little more?” he murmured against his lips, the taunt sweetened with a dark edge, every word sinking deeper into the charged atmosphere. "Admit it—you love this."

“I hate you!” Alexis protested, but it was half-hearted, his body betraying him as he melted into the kiss, his hands finding their way to Michael’s hair, fingers tangling desperately. The sharp thrust of Michael’s tongue mingled with an intensity that made his resolve wane, the lines of their rivalry blurring under the heat of the moment.

“Sure, you do,” Michael replied, breaking the kiss just enough to gaze into Alexis’s flustered face, his own emotions churning wildly. “But let’s be real—you’re loving every fucking second of it. You need this, and deep down, you know it.”

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Bakudeku Fanfic —Permanently Yours— by unrequit3dlove on ao3!

tattoo artist izuku finally gets over his past, when suddenly his ex bully walks through the door of his studio for his appointment

Finally, Katsuki broke the silence. “You look different.”

Izuku scoffed, attempting to dismiss the compliment. “Of course I look different; I’m not sixteen anymore.”

Katsuki shook his head slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Yeah, guess not. You’re taller now, put on some muscle too.” He pointed at Izuku’s biceps, which were nicely hugged by his tight T-shirt. Izuku couldn’t deny it—he’d been hitting the gym for two years and had developed a lean physique. Still, Katsuki’s unwavering gaze felt like it was searching deeper, taking in his features as if he were seeing him for the first time.

Izuku wasn’t that insecure teenager anymore, but under Katsuki's intense scrutiny, he found himself looking away, feeling slightly exposed. “You have a lot of piercings,” Katsuki pointed out, his eyes drifting from Izuku’s pierced ears to the silver ring in his lip.

Izuku touched the piercing nervously, then quickly shifted back into teasing mode. “You like it?” he asked, smirking as he tugged at the ring.

He watched as Katsuki’s jaw clenched, a mix of admiration and something else flickering in his eyes. “You dyed your hair too,” Katsuki noted, and Izuku couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, my black hair reminded me of how lame I used to be.”

Katsuki merely hummed, as if lost in thought. Then, to Izuku’s surprise, he reached out, fingers brushing against Izuku’s hair, taking a curl between them. “I like the green; it matches your eyes,” he said softly before letting go.

Izuku froze, realizing he’d been holding his breath, heart racing at the unexpected compliment. “Uh, right…” he stammered, trying to regain his composure. “I figured I might as well go bold, you know?”

“Yeah, well, it’s working for you,” Katsuki admitted, as his gaze lingered just a moment longer, an unspoken connection thrumming in the air between them.

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Bakudeku Fanfic —Permanently Yours— by unrequit3dlove on ao3!!

"Relax, I'm not expecting an apology," Izuku teased, trying to keep the mood light, though beneath his facade, anger bubbled just under the surface.

But Katsuki's gaze locked onto his, those beautiful, fierce eyes now softened with an intensity that made Izuku swallow hard. "You know, I'm not proud of what I did to you," Katsuki admitted, and the words felt like a punch to the gut.

It was overwhelming, having him here, essentially acknowledging that he'd made Izuku's school years a living hell. Instead of unleashing his emotions physically, Izuku forced a fake smirk, irritation coursing through him.

"Couldn't care less about that. It was years ago; get over it.

I know I did," he replied, the bravado masking the ache inside.

Or, tattoo artist Izuku Midoriya stumbles upon forgotten memories when his ex bully walks through his studio door.

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Gofushi fic —Blessing— by unrequit3dlove on ao3! (Megumi and Satoru developing feelings for each other over the years)

Nanami raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the railing. “When did you start caring about him this much, Satoru? It doesn't seem like the best idea to get attached. You know how this world is.”

“Yeah,” Suguru chimed in, exhaling smoke. “You do realise it’s not exactly safe to let your heart get tangled up in a kid like that, right? Kids get hurt, and you’re—”

“—and you’re not exactly known for your sentimental nature!” Nanami finished, offering a pointed look.

Satoru bristled, clenching his jaw tightly as he glared at his friends. “What’s your point? Just because it’s dangerous doesn’t mean I’m supposed to cut him off emotionally. Maybe I want to be the good guy for once!”

Megumi’s banging intensified, his voice rising in pitch. “I can’t hear you! Let me in, you old farts! This isn’t funny!”

“We’re busy out here, Megs!” Satoru called, but his tone lacked any real urgency to comply with the request.

Nanami leaned back, his expression thoughtful yet unyielding. “You know, Satoru, nothing good lasts forever in a sorcerer’s world. That kid is gonna face some harsh realities. Are you ready for that?”

Satoru’s gaze darkened, the smile fading from his lips. “I’ll make this last no matter what,” he declared firmly, a fire igniting behind his cerulean eyes. “I won't let the world snatch away the joy he has. If I can give him something—anything—that feels normal, I will. He deserves that much."

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Gofushi fic —Blessing— by unrequit3dlove on ao3

In the bright light of the principal’s office, Megumi sat slumped in a chair, his gaze fixed on the floor, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy that had surged through him just hours before. His body, marked with fresh bruises and a swollen nose, told the tale of the brawl he had just endured, a reckless clash with older boys who had underestimated him—an insult he relished dismantling even as pain blossomed under his skin. Yet, as he lingered in the aftermath, the adrenaline faded, leaving only the weight of his choices and the acrid taste of blood on his lips.

He sensed Gojo's presence the moment the front door creaked open, the familiar, vibrant energy of the older man filling the room, but he couldn’t muster the strength to look up. Instead, Megumi concentrated on the scuffed floorboards, tracing the grain with the tip of his shoe, focusing on anything but the impending confrontation. Gojo’s footsteps drew nearer, but Megumi didn't want to face the disappointment he felt hanging thick in the air. Each thud echoed in his chest like the resounding reminder of a tether snapping.

Gojo stood in the principal's office, arms crossed and a frown etched deep into his usually carefree face. "Look, he won't cause any more trouble," he stated firmly, his voice low and serious. "I’ll make sure of it." With that, he turned sharply and strode out, leaving the principal fumbling with papers, a mix of disapproval and concern painting his features.

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