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[gatitties]

Therapy

─Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─Summary: You're falling apart in your own thoughts, but you're so much better than that, you just need to cause more trouble.

─Warnings: slight mental breakdown, some pessimistic/dark thoughts, but mc recovers their stupidity quickly

13 < 14 > 15

Thanks again to Gay4kitty on AO3 for making me want to write more nonsense about this series 🙏

You roll and roll in your poor bed, your weight making the hinges creak, they groan just as you groan about your mood, you don't know how long you've been trapped in this dimension. Killers and survivors come and go, everyone gets used to this madness at some point, but you're slowly losing your mind, you're running out of ideas to mess with everyone, no one is surprised by your strange things anymore. You're not a box of surprises, and it's getting you down.

That, or maybe your birthday is approaching.

Are you the only person who feels strangely disappointed about their birthday? You know there are more people just like you, surely, you feel them, you're with them in this pointless battle.

You don't even know why or if you really have a reason to be this way, you just are. The bad mood spreads through the camp like an infection, you seem more irritated, with a deep frown and less cooperative in games. Dwight has scolded you for your recklessness, the Legion has pointed out that your behavior is even more childish than usual.

You feel your head heating up with every pessimistic thought, you shut yourself away, you distance yourself from everyone, and... the camp feels too quiet, the games feel too monotonous. While everyone has grown accustomed to your madness or antics, they always expect you to be there with an arrogant, stupid smile, looking at them as if making fun of everyone is your favorite activity, —which it is— they inevitably notice, your absence, your bad mood, your slackness in the activities, you don't even visit the assassins' camp anymore, michael is relieved by that, but Bubba misses you.

"Maybe if I get enough blood points, the entity will let me out of here... return to my home... my family... will they remember me? Will everything be back to the way it was?"

Thoughts eat away at your mind, filling your brain with negative energy, before you know it, you're a sea of ​​tears, you've already collapsed at the thought of never being able to go back, but now it seems to have hit you harder.

You frown in the midst of your existential crisis, what's wrong with you? What's with all this bratty attitude? Ugh, you hate yourself right now, you're just a teenager trying to avoid the thoughts that have been haunting you since you woke up here in those stupid slippers in the middle of a snowy landscape.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

You scream in frustration, sadness mixing with anger, you've never been this bad, yeah, you usually cry on your birthday, but damn, all these thoughts feel heavier, like a plague that's spread to you. You stare blankly into space for a few seconds after realizing something, all this shit that's been swirling around in your head has been doing so before, but now it intensifies when you're in a moment of weakness?

"You bitch! I know it was you, ugh, well, you think that's going to stop me? Screw you!"

You jump out of bed, your hamster watches as you show the middle finger in all directions around your cabin, his little heart nearly bursts out when you grab him to wipe your hot tears with his fur.

A knock on your door makes you abandon all numeracy, you calm down by counting to ten before opening the door, a worried Claudette greets you.

"You've been worrying us lately... I wanted to check that everything was okay."

"Haha, yeah, sorry, I was just having a bad week, but I'm better now! I know how to solve my problems now."

"That's great!" she claps, her worried expression changing to a more relaxed one "By the way, we know it's your birthday, we wanted to make you a surprise party, but since we didn't know if you'd be in the mood... we only got you a cake, if you're still a little upset, you can just eat it here by yourself."

"Oh... I... I'd love to eat it with everyone!"

Your response seemed to widen Claudette's smile, she led you to the bonfire where most people seemed eager to see you, yes, they'd gotten used to your antics, which is why now more than ever they missed the little devil you were running around causing trouble.

Bill patted your back gently, inviting you to sit between him and Dave, you enjoyed the cake for the moment, while the chatter filled the silence, everyone noticed how your smile and gaze had taken on that mischievous quality, already planning your next crazy idea.

"Thanks for the cake! But now I need to do something important…"

"Please, just try not to set the forest on fire, again"

Reassuring Leon with a thumbs-up, you immediately disappeared into the fog of the camp, once no one else could see you, you checked your blood points, with a mischievous smile, you wished.

You knew who was responsible for your misery —besides yourself—, for all the shit that happened in this cursed place, who instilled those negative thoughts, not only in you, but in every living being in this cursed realm, making every form of life miserable without remorse.

The entity.

The entity intensified those feelings, like a sedative to your attitude, it calmed her discomfort for a short time, but the sedative only made you come back stronger, like the flu, no matter how many times they try to get rid of you, you'll come back, oh, you promise, just to annoy the entity.

"Wow, it looks even better than I thought! But it's a little small... meh."

In front of you, thanks to the use of your blood points, was one of these small-scale children's cars. It had bubblegum pink color, glitter details, and even working turn signals —not that you'd be using it anyway, the model is a BMW, why would you?— it even had this ridiculous music that played like it was pixelated, so cool.

You climbed into the driver's seat, your legs awkwardly bent as they held the steering wheel, you put on a pair of glasses that had come out of nowhere just to make you look cooler, turned up the music, speeding through the woods to reach the assassins' camp.

If the entity was everyone's problem, if she was the plague that had taken root in everyone's minds to rot them further, you would be the cure.

"It seems they're back to their normal selves."

The Witch murmurs, causing The Huntress to watch as you approach the camp in a small, overly conspicuous car, Michael and The Doctor disappear from the scene immediately, while The Legion and Bubba approach when you stop the car. Before anyone can say anything, you honk the horn —sounding like a turtle with a cold making love—, push your glasses up so they rest on your head, and pat the plastic car.

"Come on, get in, I'll take you to therapy."

You sweep an eye over everyone, with great confidence, even though most of them are expressionless at your entrance. Bubba silently climbs in next to you, making the seats even tighter.

Well, you have another job now, you're a psychologist and therapist! Screw the entity for putting shitty thoughts into everyone's minds.

[gatitties]

Is this your AO3 account?

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Gatitties/pseuds/Gatitties

Just want to make sure.

yup, that's me

[gatitties]

Could i request a straw hats and kidd pirates with a s/o from their crew thats a demon host? (Kinf of like in black clover) She can host various demons, some stronger than others, wich she can possess. The thing is with each demon she hosts she need to give up a part of her body. (If she gives up all of her body she becoms a full demon, not just a demon host). When she "fuses" with one of her demons, she becomes almost unrecognizable. (White hair, bat like wings, pointy horns, sharp teeth and claws, dry skin)

—Strawhats & Kid Pirates x demon host!reader

—Summary: Your power allows you to control some demons or even become one for a simple deal.

—Warnings: none

— The first time they see a part of your body disappear so a demon can control it, Chopper cries.

— The poor guy simply thought the enemies had destroyed your leg in the blink of an eye, although everyone was stunned, they calmed down when they saw how normal it seemed to be for you.

— They asked you a lot, for a long time, so you wouldn't scare them to death again if another of your limbs was going to disappear so suddenly.

—Please spare Usopp, Nami, and Chopper the mini-heart attacks.

— The most interested are Brook and Franky, aside from Robin's curiosity, of course, there's barely any information about demons, much less about people who can contain them within their bodies, in any book she'd read.

— Luffy will ask you to change completely so he can meet the demons you're most compatible with, the ones you use the most.

— While your powers are an advantage in battles, you can't let a demon remain in your body for too long if it's a full transformation, Zoro, Sanji, or Jinbe will knock you out if you push your time limits too far.

— Totally captivated by the full demon transformation, as if it's mesmerizing to see how much your appearance changes; the surprise makes attacking enemies easier.

— They thought you were making fun of Kid when they casually saw you without an arm, replaced by one ridiculously similar to his mass of steel, bolts, and scrap.

— Kid didn't seem amused, but everyone was laughing, feeling your captain's piercing gaze, you had to quickly explain that you weren't making fun of him.

— The atmosphere calms down considerably after that; now Kid is more than interested in what you have to say about your powers.

— Heat is completely amazed by all the information you share, from how you can transform just small parts or your entire body, to the types of demons you usually deal with.

— Killer and Wire seem a little reluctant about the idea; they're not entirely convinced that you have to make a deal with a demon to use its powers in exchange for a body part.

— They'll surely make sure that if anything gets out of your control, you come back to your senses quickly.

— Kid, on the other hand, is completely fascinated by this new discovery.

— He'll encourage you to use it whenever you can, it's always a good opportunity to turn into a demon, with horns, wings, and everything! You just look too cool.

[gatitties]

Around two ago i asked you if i can draw things inspired by your fanworks. I did, but i didn't finish them until this day (canon artist event) so i think i will just send them until i finish my Tawjihi year :)

Full canvas, honestly i feel upset about previous me for not using a bigger canvas since all of the details are blurry. I will just drop the parts the based each of these. They are all from the two requests for the trio (Kazutora was there so i need to draw him)

"—He'll definitely hit you with his rubber band when you start to disassociate, he'll slingshot it straight in your face, never misses."

My favorite! though i want to add curls to the hair because this white twink in the drawing is supposed to be my self-based persona (did not now how to draw them back then.)

"─ He has one of these small sensory pieces on his key chain to lend you in case you feel too anxious or overloaded with the atmosphere of the place." Corner chibi doodle.

"─ He will be patient when you can't express yourself correctly with words, don't stress about it, he can always find another way to understand you." The abandoned sketches.

"─ If necessary he will call the reinforcements, that is, Peke J, to help you relax."

"─ He'll definitely steal one of the doodles, cut it out, and put it in his phone case to take it with him." The purple doodle.

I genuinely plan on finishing these sometime, but i felt bad everytime i see them rotting in my galary and also excited to fix all the mistakes :) hope this wasn't a boring yapping, have a great day

I recall taking too long on this hoodie back then, because i was devolping my style an recolored it was too many times to figure it out, the little lines are following the folds directions if you can see it.

omg- that's so freaking cute, you all have incredible talent here!!!

I want to eat your art (in a respectful manner)

I love seeing this kind of stuff, I think it's so cool that people inspire each other, from writing to drawings and vice versa

thanks for sending me this, it really made my day!!! And by the way, your based persona is very cute! 😌 love the lil curls

please feel free to yapping here, all yapping is appreciated :9

have a great day you too friend!!

(this is the post btw :p)

[gatitties]

Hello :)) could i request a straw hat, heart pirates (law) , kidd pirates(kidd and killer) having a gem! Reader (from steven universe) that can fuse with people? (Its not a devil fruit and they are actually a side project from vegapunk).

If its too many characters, perhaps only the strawhats?

Have a nice day ♡

—Strawhats, Heart Pirates & Kid Pirates x gem!reader

—Summary: A Vegapunk experiment gives you life, a gem with powers beyond a simple devil fruit user.

—Warnings: none

I apologize again for another break :/ and sorry if this is a bit brief, I don't know much about Steven Universe or what a gem can do specifically

─ It feels strange to have any kind of power that isn't conceived by a devil fruit, but at least you have the advantage of being able to swim in the sea.

─ Robin and Chopper are the most interested in how your abilities work; the fact that you can bond with someone who isn't a gem is fascinating.

─ Luffy will just want to team up with you for fun; you'll have to explain to him that you should only do it at certain times.

─ You tend to combine more with those who already have a powers; Luffy, Robin, or Brook, you're usually more powerful because they already have other abilities.

─ Although combining your own powers with Sanji's kicks, Zoro's sword style, or Nami, Usopp, and Jinbe's knowledge is also very beneficial depending on the situation.

─ Franky is the most excited to do the little dance to blend in with you, unlike Zoro, who prefers not to have to.

─ Sometimes you've even separated in the middle of a transformation just because you had an internal argument with that person.

─ Once your gem cracked a little, you gave Chopper a heart attack because he'd never seen you hurt before, but it was easily fixed.

─ They're extremely careful not to damage your gem for fear that you won't be able to regenerate.

─ The most aggressive combinations are Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy; the most defensive are Nami, Robin, and Brook.

─ It's quite incredible to see you in action, your abilities as a gem are a complete enigma to him; you just keep coming up with new tricks.

─ But what fascinates him most is your healing process, at first, he found you as a broken gem he was going to sell.

─ Then he found you as a human body, with that broken gem completely repaired attached to you.

─ He asked you a ton of questions and tested you after you joined the crew, even though you were just discovering your powers a bit, you were an experiment, just testing out everything you could do.

─ Then he discovered you could combine with non-gems, you're a real treasure trove of surprises.

─ He loves the way you two combine, your abilities and his knowledge (plus his own power) make you a real threat to your enemies.

— Although Law is very strict about this, you've done some testing and you can't combine for too long, or it will create instability.

—He'll bandage the area where your gem is located to protect it from damage, just in case.

—Combining with Law is both an offensive and defensive card.

— Probably the most unstable (at least Kid) you can mix with.

— Killer is always the best choice, although of all the crews, this is the one where your gem has broken the most.

— They're more careless, but they still worry if your human form disappears for too long.

— Kid is a little devil who enjoys mixing with you even if he has to do that stupid dance, but it's easier for you to end up in your own bodies after a short time.

— His fierceness and spontaneity make the transformation unstable, sometimes even impossible if he's very angry.

— Killer is the one you have the most compatibility with for a battle of attrition, his calm but aggressive nature and your skills combined make you two a very offensive individual for a battle, capable of holding together for longer.

— Although if you're also in a bad mood and you team up with an equally angry Kid, it can become a time bomb.

— It only happens in exceptional cases, where there is a rush to crush opponents effectively and quickly with aggression.

[gatitties]

May I ask what's your major (English not my first lang, I think that's the right word)? Out of pure curiosity so sorry if this sounded rude

Oh wait, it's a little complicated for me too, but if I'm not mistaken, you're asking me about what I'm studying? (sorry if that's not what you mean 😭) If that's it, I'm finishing a higher degree in lighting, image capture and processing :p

Ironically, I don't like photography very much, but I do like video and editing in general 😔🤚🏻

[gatitties]

Somebody on wattpad is stealing your la squadra teen story!! their name is Veng_

Oh, thanks for letting me know, but that's actually one of my accounts! But I really appreciate it!!

I'm also sorry for the break, but I was fighting to finish my degree and I hope to finish my internship well :p

And taking advantage of the second question, yes, I have Wattpad, Quotev and Ao3

[gatitties]

wanted to say that your fics brings me joy, I often like rewarding myself after studying by re-reading my favorite ones, it's a true comfort. Your works (the ones I read at least) are always comfy, not too much complexity but also well written.

OMG- i'm so happy that you enjoy my writing and even take the time to re-read it? nah i love you, hand in marriage now🫵🏻😳🫴🏻

[gatitties]

Sweet comfort

─Rikido Sato x reader

─Summary: Everything seems to be against you and it puts you in a very bad mood, luckily your neighbor knows how to calm you down

─Warnings: none

You stared at the wall as if it was the most interesting thing in your room, focusing on one fixed point, on one of the many dents it had, trying not to start hitting your head against it again. The accumulated frustration quickly turned into anger, your frown deepened, you bit your lip to avoid exploding emotionally, but you didn't last long, first it was a small punch with bare knuckles, then it began to intensify until you hit your head hoping that the pain would overcome your emotions.

You writhed in your bed under the pain, it was too extreme a method for emotional constipation, but effective and fast enough for your mind not to play with you, you could barely hear some light knocks beyond your wall, they were rhythmic and careful, transmitting a message. Three knocks, a pause between the second and third, it was a question from your neighbor, Rikido, you answered with four knocks, much softer than before, with your aching knuckles.

You were quite prone to getting carried away by your emotions, and the way to not let this consume you was a bit violent, but at least, you and Rikido learned to communicate with a mix of morse code and your own signals, it continued for at least a couple of minutes until he decided to visit you.

"You didn't need to come."

"Your knuckles are bleeding, I think you should think of other methods of emotional management." you complained like a child, not wanting to admit that he was right, he softened his gaze when he looked at you, he knew you had been having a bad streak lately "Hey, don't worry about whatever it is, you have me here, everything will be fine."

You stopped complaining, sighing, you let his hands rub your cheeks lovingly, melting at the touch, momentarily forgetting the pain you just self-inflicted.

"I don't know, lately only bad things happen to me, everything has been one disaster after another."

He pulled you closer, until you were trapped in his arms, still, he could feel how you didn't seem cheerful enough, so he decided to take out another of his most lethal weapons against your pessimistic mood. He gently separated from you, getting close to your ear to whisper, trying to be as calm as possible so as not to break the atmosphere of tranquility he had managed to create.

"Come on, I'll bake your favorite sweet, but I need some of your help, okay? I promise things will get better from now on."

You took a couple more minutes enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by muscles, although a little hesitant, you decided to accept the offer, it was a sweet comfort, keeping your worries at bay as you struggled not to lose in a little flour fight and other nonsense while the oven did its job, the bad emotions gone for the moment.

[gatitties]

Oh, oh! I have a idea! Because i was read the new post about reader who didn't mind to eat spicy food made me giggled and gave me a new idea.

How about.. a reader, who is just popping out of nowhere?

Like every time someone doing anything or someone calls their name, they're like "Hello!" and then startling the people in the process. It would be funny!

Can the straw hats, heart pirates, and kid pirates react?

─Heart Pirates & Kid Pirates x reader

─Summary: You appear and disappear like a magician when your name is called, scaring everyone.

─Warnings: none

Strawhats ver.

Oh, I have a similar post with the strawhats, but not for the other two hehehe

─ If you're going to kill the entire crew with a heart attack, you're doing it just fine, Law doesn't even understand how you appear out of nowhere.

─ Do you have some kind of secret power that they don't know about? He really thinks about it seriously.

─ Poor Bepo, no matter how many times it happens, he'll always be startled when he does a double take and finds you in a corner where you definitely weren't just a second ago.

─ As incredible as it may seem, Shachi and Penguin can detect when and where you'll appear, as if they sense the storm brewing with your mere presence.

─ Ikkaku has scolded you so many times for scaring her in the kitchen, more than once she's hit you with a spoon accidentally just like Jean Bart, these two have fragile hearts, give them a break.

─ Law prepares a random object to teleport you somewhere else when he says your name, but you still go back to the room as if he hadn't sent you to the other end of the submarine.

─ He'll send you on all the missions that require a minimum of stealth, or simply if he wants to scare someone he doesn't like.

─ They start to think you live in the walls or something, you don't just appear out of nowhere, you also find out about all the gossip without being present (or that's what they think).

─ Sometimes they blame you if something breaks, even if you have nothing to do with it, since they assume you're everywhere like an omnipotent being, it's more likely that it's your fault.

─ Those days are a chaos of accusations to prove your innocence, because obviously it wasn't you, right? Probably not…

─ It was surprising the first few times, and yes, you scared some of them, but it's a regular thing now.

─ They don't understand where you come from, if it's a power or something, they don't question it either, but what they don't understand is why you just stare at them for a few seconds in silence before disappearing out of nowhere again.

─ Probably some staring contests with Wire until you get tired and disappear (you don't have to admit defeat if you run away before).

─ Whenever Kid needs help in his workshop he just says your name like it was a summons and there you are before he finishes saying your name.

─ Whenever they want to talk about you they call you “the-one-who-must-not-be-named” so you don't appear out of nowhere, it's very difficult to keep secrets from you when you seem to be everywhere at all times.

─ Although it is a plus point, you find out a lot of things, so you have long gossip talks with Heat and Wire.

─ Killer won't be surprised if he finds you in the kitchen at any time of the day having a small snack, you'll be gone in a blink as if you melted into the shadows before he can scold you.

─ They make bets on where or when you will appear in front of them during the day, the one who guesses the most can get out of doing chores the next day.

─ If something explodes out of nowhere, all the blame will be on you and you won't even be able to prove that it wasn't you, you can't fool Killer.

─ They definitely use you as an escape method if they are in a bind, you are a good distraction method against enemies.

[gatitties]

Zoro x reader with reader unable to feel pain since birth and suffers from haemophilia or a blood clotting disorder which causes heavy bleeding / haemorrhage even with the smallest cuts. But since reader doesnt feel pain, she doesnt notice the bleeding and thought she's just tired so she went to her room for a nap but actually ended up passing out on her bed. When Zoro thought he hasnt seen you for some time, goes to your room to check and is horrified to see pale reader and your sheets soaked in blood. Tried to see where the bleeding is from but cannot see a wound consistent with the bleeding, but notices a medium sized cut in your hand, though not heavy, this continues to bleed and doesnt show any signs of stopping even when he tried applying pressure in it. Panic settling in, he calls the crew for help. You can make it either angst or hurt/comfort, i'll let ypu decide ^^

─Zoro x reader

─Summary: Some advantages are also weaknesses, but above all a great concern for Zoro.

─Warnings: blood

"One last stretch and you can go rest"

Zoro warned you as your muscles flexed to strengthen your muscles and strength, ever since you decided to take the path of being a pirate with a bounty on your head, you thought that daily training would keep you fit enough so that the marines wouldn't give you too many headaches. Due to a disease you were born with, you are unable to feel pain, which is a great advantage in a fight but a disadvantage, not feeling anything will give you the drive to continue fighting without your brain registering the pain, but your body has its own limit even if you don't feel it physically. For that reason you asked Zoro for help with your training, since he did it himself, he checked that you didn't overexert yourself until your body started to fail.

"That's all for today, good job, you should take a shower and rest."

"Thanks, what's tomorrow?"

"Lower body" he smiled ghostly when he saw your annoyed face, he knew that training legs was not one of your favorite things but it was necessary "see you at dinner"

You said goodbye vaguely with a gesture, heeding his words, you took a long and well-deserved hot shower, although you didn't feel it, you knew that your muscles relax under the drops of water and it makes you sigh, the warm sensation relaxes you to the point of almost falling asleep, if it weren't for Nami wanting to come in, you could have fainted right there. You staggered a little trying to get to your room, thinking that your eyelids felt heavy due to the tiredness of training, as well as the slight feeling of dizziness, you didn't bother to adjust yourself, your body collapsed against the mattress and you immediately stopped being conscious.

The afternoon continued quietly like any other, Nami was mapping, Chopper was sorting out medical supplies, Brook was practicing some sheet music, Robin was reading while sunbathing, Sanji was cooking dinner… everyone gathered together once he finished today’s dish, but you didn’t show up at the time you usually did, Luffy was getting impatient because Sanji wasn’t going to let him eat unless everyone was at the table, so he sent Zoro to find you.

"Hey, dinner’s ready idiot, what’s taking you so long? I told you to rest, not hibernate."

He knocked on the door a couple of times with his knuckles, waiting a couple of seconds to knock again, not knowing that something more than impatience was making its way through his senses, he carelessly opened the door, horrified by the scene before his eyes, your body lay on your bed barely hanging on, ─you had been slowly sliding to the floor since you fell asleep─ your sheets were completely soaked in blood, your own blood staining the whole place as if someone had made a massacre right there.

"Fuck-"

He hurried to turn you around, your face was pale due to the loss of blood, his mind was going so fast that he didn't think about telling anyone at that moment, he needed to find where the bleeding was coming from and try to stop it, but his efforts were null, there wasn't any bruise, there wasn't any big cut on your body, it seemed as if you had simply decided to expel blood everywhere. He began to sweat as he noticed your labored breathing, overcoming the initial shock he screamed for help at the top of his lungs as he continued to investigate the cause of this strange event.

"Oh my God! What happened!? There's no time, quick, go to the medical room!"

He immediately carried your body, heeding the orders that Chopper barked with concern, the rest of the team followed them closely observing your condition with concern. Chopper did his job but he was also unable to find the reason for your problems, it was not until, when you entered a more stable state due to the blood transfusion that Zoro took your hand, he felt the crimson liquid stain his palm.

"Chopper, get a couple of bandages."

A small cut on your hand caused all that disaster, but once they found and fixed the problem, they allowed themselves to rest, at least the doctor and the others, continued with dinner as planned, Zoro however preferred to stay by your side in case you woke up, you always scared him to death with this kind of things, it's not the first nor the last time it will happen to you and he will never stop being worried enough about you, you are not helping him cope with his feelings and one day you will give him a heart attack if you keep going like this.

[gatitties]

Warm

─La squadra di esecuzioni x teen!fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: You make some new friends on your little trip to the beach

─Warnings: none

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

When Polpo told Risotto that a new person was joining his team, he wanted to refuse, but for obvious reasons, he couldn't say no to his boss, they already had enough problems on their own, he didn't need to have Polpo watching his every move in detail. Money was already a problem, thinking about having to feed another mouth... made him grumpy for a few days, the rest of the team wasn't very enthusiastic about the idea of ​​having to put up with another teammate either, what if that person is an idiot? someone who doesn't cooperate? problematic? what if that person is completely incompetent? too weak? The cloud of annoying thoughts encompassed all the members of La Squadra a week before you arrived.

Risotto found himself overthinking the situation as if it was the first time a person was thrown into the team without being able to express his opinion on whether it was a good idea or not, it happened with the majority that now make up the team, all without a vote to choose, they were forced to be the killer dogs of the mafia. But as the leader of the squad, he needed to be firm, respectable, he had to take careful steps with the new recruit, even when he preferred not to have to confront the problems between some of the members, he had to have some presence as a leader and impose himself.

But when he saw you walking through the door that day, he felt that all the weight he carried on his shoulders lightened, you were a teenager, you seemed nervous and insecure, your steps were careful like those of a prey surrounding its predator, everyone ignored you while Prosciutto led you to your room. Risotto wasn't the best at deciphering people's behaviors, he's preferred the comfort of solitude for a long time now, if he can help it, he'd rather not face other people's problems, take the fast track to fix things or ignore them until they decide to disappear somehow, but the moment his eyes fell on your hunched figure he knew you weren't going to cause him any trouble.

He had a lot of headaches because of Ghiaccio, Formaggio and Melone, a lot of confrontations, differences at the beginning of the relationships as a team, although Prosciutto, Pesci and Illuso helped establish a much more peaceful environment, he always had the final say in the discussions, he had to remain with that frown, imposing look and stand up to his full height to instill that feeling of superiority, even in moments where all he wanted to do was run away to his room to rest from all the fuss. It didn't work on you. His terrifying appearance ─as many others describe─ and his intimidating methods didn't affect you, yes, the first few weeks were uncomfortable for you, but that was until you adapted and began to create bonds with the team, despite not having to always be on guard, you never seemed to be withdrawn towards his behavior when he raised his voice in the most heated discussions between the team, perhaps because most of the time they were words not directed towards you.

"Psst Risotto are you there?"

And you found yourself in his office more than anyone else did, no one ever entered that small dark room unless he called them personally or they had an occasional question, but most of them knew how to do their job, what they should or shouldn't do, you didn't, so you preferred to ask before doing something that could be a problem, the small sofa against the wall next to the table was like a second bed for you the moment you started to gain confidence with your leader. He didn't think having someone keeping him company while he had an insufferable pile of paperwork was really a positive thing, normally he would rather lock himself away and concentrate on his tasks without distractions, in complete silence. Inevitably Risotto got used to you frequenting and perpetrating his privacy, anyway it's not like you were his shadow, you were just a little curious and he, being the oldest of the team, had most of the answers to your questions.

"Do you want a cookie? I stole them from Ghia, but he'll think it was Melone so it's okay."

"Didn't he catch you last time? You know how Ghiaccio is, if you steal from Formaggio he won't complain or yell at you."

"No, Illuso snitched because I left him without hot water to shower the day before" you laughed like an evil little elf, chewing the cookies, they tasted better when they weren't yours" Plus Maggio's taste weird, I think he has stomach problems, they're digestive and it feels like you're eating dirt."

"How do you know what it feels like to eat dirt?"

"I just know…"

He decided to continue with his work, feeling more and more frustrated because the damn computer didn't seem to pay attention to him, lately he had been having some complications, despite everything, his expressionless face remained just as impassive, and it was in these moments that he knew that not even he, who had almost perfect control over the features of his face,  could deceive you, that the lies didn't reach your ears because your senses were much stronger, enhanced by your stand, it was extremely easy to discover someone's true thoughts.

"Risotto… you're trying to copy with the windows key, you're supposed to press control c and v."

You peeked over his shoulder as soon as you knew his neutral mood was starting to mix with irritation, you too had discovered a lot of things about the team in these two months, Risotto was like a grandfather trying to understand the technologies, you took the time to make him a little list with little commands because he always seems to forget them, you even made a little doodle next to it, although the drawing looked like a deformed clown made of sticks, the only thing distinguishable was the hat with bells and the red eyes, if not, it could very well have been a random gothic clown.

After a while you always go off to do something, he's started to appreciate you spending a little bit of your time with him, it's a little reminder that he doesn't always need to be locked away in his solitude with work stuck.

"(Y/n), was looking for you."

"Hey Pesci" you quickly closed the kitchen cabinet, hoping he wouldn't see you putting the half-eaten packet of cookies back in its place "What do you want?"

"Prosciutto and I are going to the coast tomorrow, I thought you'd like to come, you can go to the beach while we take care of some personal matters."

"I'd love to! Thanks for telling me."

The man gave you a small smile, he had remembered the little chat the other day, while you were helping him make dinner, he remembered that you said that it had been a long time since you'd been to the beach and he thought it wouldn't be a problem if you accompanied them even if they went for other reasons. You made sure to leave a small backpack ready before going to sleep, the next morning you made sure to leave enough food for your little pet, although you threatened Illuso to keep an eye on it in case something happened, with everything ready, you settled into the backseat of Ghiaccio's red car, ─who only trusted Prosciutto or Risotto to drive it─ the breeze was cool, just what you needed for a hot summer day, the music in the car sounded much better than in Formaggio's old van and Prosciutto turned up the volume when he heard you and Pesci humming the song on the radio, you don't know if it was because you sang badly and he didn't want to listen to you or because he liked the song too, but it livened up the time of arrival.

"We'll be here in a couple of hours, be on time..." Prosciutto glanced at you, lighting a cigarette, waiting for Pesci to finish grabbing some things from the trunk "and watch your things, there are a lot of people with long arms around here."

You gave him a thumbs up as you checked that you had everything in order in your backpack, while they went deeper into the suburbs, you approached the beach with enthusiasm. Pesci gave you some directions, since he knew the area, you managed to get to a part where there were hardly any people, you didn't waste time, once you arranged your things, you jumped into the waves to cool off. You spent enough time in the water for your skin to wrinkle, so you decided to lie down on your towel, letting the sun dry you slowly, all your tranquility was broken when a beach ball hit your face.

"Ow sorry! Can you pass it?"

A rather unruly black-haired boy in an orange swimsuit came a little closer, waiting for you to throw back his form of entertainment, his companions waited behind, it was a quick glance, but it was certainly a group of strange people, just like your group, they all seemed so eccentric that they could be stand users, but it wasn't something that worried you too much. You smiled at the boy and quickly returned his ball, he thanked you and everyone continued with the game, this event happened at least four more times, apparently the boy was terrible at controlling the ball.

"I'm really sorry, I usually play much better, I swear, I don't know what's wrong with me today."

"Don't worry about it, what's your name?"

You threw the inflatable ball back, starting a small talk with the one you knew as Narancia until his friends yelled at him to get back in the game, it took him a few seconds to react, looking at the ball in his hands and at his friends, his eyes shining for a moment before he spoke again.

"Do you want to join? Fugo is fed up with us losing because of me, do you want to be my partner?" you looked at his group for a moment and nodded, you still had some time before the two brothers returned "Great!"

You decided not to question the swimsuits of his friends, one with green holes and strawberry print, another purple with ladybug pins on the sides, another with a tiger animal print, not to mention the man who had the swimsuit with a zipper in the middle of his… yeah, the only normal ones were the gothic man, the girl and Narancia, much simpler than the others. After a brief introduction the game began, you and Narancia were definitely not a good team, you lost almost every game, but in exchange you laughed a lot at his stumbles, unlike the others, the boy didn't know how to control his body on the sand. You were happy to receive a message from Pros warning that they would take a while longer, and would call you when everything was finished, which gave you time to have one of the craziest Uno games.

"Giorno you son of a b-" the gothic dad wanted to lash out at the blond, but a warning look from Bruno made him curl his tongue "Stop skipping me!"

Fugo stopped playing after the first game because Narancia was getting on his nerves, Mista had the entire deck of cards with him and Bruno was having a little fight with you over who won first, since Abbacchio and Giorno were too focused on their fight, Trish decided to just watch as chaos formed.

"Uno! Uno!"

Since no one was paying attention to Narancia, he almost ended up winning, almost because you all decided not to let him win, putting aside rivalries to focus on a common enemy. The buzz on your phone sounded as Mista shouted that he had won, laughing in his friends' faces, he had somehow managed to discard the large amount of cards ─which could very well have been the entire damn deck─ that he had, taking a quick glance you read the message from Prosciutto, it was time for you to go.

"Thanks for inviting me to hang out Narancia, it's been nice meeting you all, but I have to go now."

You offered them a small wave as you gathered your things, they replied briefly, your small and unexpected company had been nice, before you could leave Narancia grabbed your wrist gently.

"Hey wait, do you want to exchange numbers? We can meet up to play more times."

"Sounds good, sure."

You added your number to his phone just like he did to yours, promising to talk soon, you said goodbye again, you wiped the dry sand off your legs and headed out into the streets, abandoning the relaxing sound of the waves, on the way to the agreed upon spot you saw a souvenir shop, you debated internally for a few seconds whether to go in or not.

"I don’t think anything will happen if they wait five more minutes."

You shrugged, entering the small shop, there were a ton of pins, magnets, postcards… it had a small area for fishing gear too, but what caught your eye the most was a small camera, it looked a bit outdated, it was even on sale, maybe the reason you ended up buying it along with a magnet for your poor fridge at home, it felt bare without anything decorating it. With long steps you quickly arrived where they left you at the beginning of the day, you wanted to make a comment about why Pros seemed paler than usual, almost sick ─although still smoking─ and Pesci looked all sweaty as if he had done a triathlon, but you decided to keep quiet, clearly they didn't have as much fun as you, you noticed how the discomfort piled up on their shoulders, creating a heavy and silent atmosphere, so you took the liberty of trying to make whatever had complicated the mission for them go away.

"Pesci, Pros! Smile!"

You raised the camera just as the two turned to look at you, they could barely react when the flash momentarily blinded them, Prosciutto had a hard, darkened look, although a little lost since he wasn't expecting the photo, he was hunched over with one hand on the car door while Pesci, much more unprepared, came out with his eyes half-blinking, you also caught how some of the things he was carrying slid directly into the trunk carelessly, you, on the other hand, were occupying the lower right corner with a small closed-eye smile. The photo came out slightly overexposed, burning a little the edges where the sun illuminated the most, plus it was slightly crooked and poorly framed, you will have to practice your skills more from now on.

"Where did you get that?" Prosciutto looked over your shoulder, grimacing at himself, you hadn’t caught his best angle "Whatever, come on, I don’t want to spend any more time here, I hate the saltiness in the air."

The light music and your constant chatter about new friends made the tension in the men’s muscles disappear for the rest of the trip, focused on giving short answers or asking you questions about your day, you kept them from thinking too much about what had happened during their time in the small coastal town. The one-sided conversation was slowly fading away, your loud voice filled with enthusiasm about your free time turning into a short murmur over the music, when Pesci looked back due to how quiet you had become, he found you asleep, ─in a position that would make your neck hurt later─ it was incredible how easily your energy was drained, his brother always says he finds you passed out in the living room late at night with the TV on while teleshopping commercials light up the room, or maybe you just rest badly, the mattresses in the house are shit.

"Wake up, I'm not going to carry your stuff, we already have enough to carry on our own."

Prosciutto patted your shoulder, placing his hand down for a moment to carelessly shake you awake, he wasn’t always the gentlest at waking you up, but at least he wasn’t worse than Melone or Formaggio… they had unique ways of making your consciousness flee the world of dreams as if you were going to have a heart attack. You rubbed your eyes a little dazedly, feeling a stab of pain in your cervical spine, you ignored as much as possible the discomfort at the back of your neck, grabbing your things and waving at Ghiaccio, who had come out just when he heard you arrive to check that his car was unscathed.

You let out a satisfied sigh when you entered, everything was quiet, you quickly went to the kitchen to leave the magnet of the picturesque town, feeling proud of giving a more personal touch to the house, immediately you went up to the bathroom, you wanted to take a shower and remove the sticky layer of cream, sand and saltiness that had stuck to your skin and hair.

"Finally I can-" you watched silently as Illuso, in your room, played around and talked with that stupid squeaky voice that people put on to talk to babies or animals, with your rat, he looked back at you silently "...Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes."

The shadows on his face dimmed, still with your little pet in his hands, the little animal recognized you, raising one of its paws as you had taught it as a greeting, you held back a cry of pride, more focused on noticing how Illuso also seemed excited about the progress you were making with the training, although the small smile he could have vanished as quickly as it came when he turned his gaze towards you again, as if this whole situation was your fault, you closed the door again, well, you could let them spend some time together in the comfort of your room, because you know that without a doubt your room is the most comfortable and much better than the others.

"I suppose I can bother Risotto for a while…"

With a new found energy, your feet bounced against the floor, with a smile from ear to ear, you knocked on the door so familiar to you. While you often came to ask questions or to get advice from your leader on something, many other times you were just bored, and deciphering emotions from outwardly stoic people is quite fun, besides, it never hurt to help a goth with basic office problems, there was an enemy out there much worse than the traitors that Risotto had to kill almost daily, the internet.

BONUS!

"And I can share those…? Gifs? By message, you say."

Risotto looked at his phone, the small pixelated images twisted tirelessly in the small space, you had offered to give him some advice on how to use emojis, gifs or stickers, was it something useful or necessary? No, definitely a waste of time, but how funny would it be to see the faces of others when they see how their leader ─who only sends messages as if they were work emails through the group chat─ starts using emojis without context? You need to record their reactions.

"Yes, yes, and you can send it as many times as you want, in fact, if someone doesn't answer you quickly, you need to send them a lot, they will answer faster."

"I see, thanks for the help, I'll try to remember everything."

The rest of the team is not very happy when they see that they have at least a hundred meaningless messages from his boss, Ghiaccio swears that he will throw his phone against the wall if he sees another gif of an exploding kitten.

[gatitties]

Hey hope you having a good day, I was requesting for one piece one shot. So can we do that child reader doesn't act like their age instead they act like a grownup and are VERY mature. Causing them to be like an entire grownup and having worries and feels the need to fix a promblems on their own like a groen up. If its alright can we do the (SH) , (WP), (HP) that try to help child reader feel more like a chuld so reader dosent overthink over things that are not for their age. Thank you. Love your books ♡

─Strawhats, Whitebeard Pirates & Heart Pirates x child!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: The crew takes you on a surprise trip with the intention that you enjoy and behave like someone appropriate to your age.

─Warnings: none

Everyone noticed your strange behavior from the beginning, at least, strange for a child of your age, when normally children were carefree, naive or whiny, you never stopped worrying about things that you definitely shouldn't worry about.

Expenses, proper nutrition, daily exercise to keep fit, you had a notebook where you had a rigorous table for each month, an organization that prevented the anxiety of not knowing what to do or how to act from bothering you, you didn't need 'unnecessary' or 'wasted' time in your life.

What completely confused Luffy was why didn't you want to play with him and Ussop? Normally children are a bunch of inexhaustible and elastic energy, but you prefer to do some problems to train your mind, which is fine in a way, but you didn't even like stuffing yourself with candy with Chopper, you were a child for god's sake! Your arms and legs were small, you still struggled with psychomotor and coordination problems in some situations, but you behaved like someone divorced and with debts piling up non-stop.

Of course, Robin and Sanji noticed that all that maturity disappeared from time to time, in your most vulnerable moments, when mental fatigue takes its toll on the deepest part of you, that's when you let out your true behavior, the one you should have at such a young age.

"Aren't we deviating from the established route?"

"Don't worry about it, we just took a detour, we need to buy somethings before the island we were originally going to."

Nami frowned at the exaggeration in your voice, always so exasperated at the slightest change, thinking it would cause some trouble, of course you were worried because you hadn't noticed that the supplies were running out, but luckily Zoro was able to keep you distracted enough for you to notice that they didn't really need to go shopping.

Your expression was completely indecipherable when Franky put you on his shoulder, pointing at the strange city that was on that island, something similar to the roller coasters and attractions of Sabaody, but on a smaller scale, that they came across this island was luck, Brook read about it in the newspaper and they all agreed that a break wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Are you sure we can take a break? The log pose will get deconfigured if we take too long."

Jinbe patted your head, pointing at one of the milder attractions, silently asking if they should go there or to other intensities.

"We have everything under control, where do you want to ride first?"

"I don't know, I've never been in an amusement park"

You rested your chin against Franky's head, a little embarrassed at not knowing what to do, the fish man smiled softly at you and decided to guide you all to the more childish area, everyone divided and joined together depending on each one's tastes, although at first you felt insecure, you began to enjoy and appreciate the time off, letting your mind go unconcerned about things that were beyond your reach, bringing out your most capricious and childish side, you allowed yourself to be a child during the day. The crew still had to fight your worries, but they were relieved to see that your childish mind was still there.

They're worried, very worried, Marco was the first to notice how you seemed to lose hair for every little problem that happened on the Moby Dick, was there a shortage of food? You were making a shopping list, did the cannons have a malfunction? You'll read books about them so that the defenses don't go down, was there a mess after a party? You got up early to leave everything spotless.

You didn't even bother to run around the deck with Ace, he adored you and used to drag you around to play little pranks on the crew, but you always left him hanging, excusing yourself by saying that they were absurd things and that there were problems to deal with. So everyone has a meeting to talk about why you act like a grumpy old person and not a carefree child, Izo really thinks he'll see wrinkles on your face when you reach adolescence.

"We have to keep the child from thinking about that kind of thing, the other day asked me if I had done the inventory of the medicines."

"My god… the other day the kiddo asked me if could start shooting."

"Mmmh, the child asked me if could start hand-to-hand defense training too."

"Kiddo was worried because the portions didn't have enough vitamins that an adult needs to ingest."

Whitebeard listened in silence, his face darkened as he continued to listen to the others' conversation, he needed to end this, you're not at the age to occupy your mind with that kind of worries, you should worry about getting enough sleep, having fun, getting into mischief, being a little fussy or whiny… it caused him deep pain to see you like that.

"The discussion is over, let's make the child behave like a child."

Everyone listened to their captain's strict orders, his absolute word spreading throughout all of his subordinates immediately, leaving you confused when you were prevented from doing anything the next day, unable to enter the kitchen, Marco's office, or the small armory, you had no time to get angry at the fact that they were delaying your work because Ace dragged you into mischief. It wasn't what you had planned to do today, but since you had no other options, you preferred to keep your mind occupied than to think about why your captain wouldn't let you do what you usually did.

With your thoughts much less occupied, the simplicity of spending a good time with the people who love you made you show a facet much more in line with your age, you laughed carefree at how Marco tripped over a bucket that Ace left lying around, you escaped from Thatch after throwing flour on his face, Izou caught you trying to steal his makeup… your mischievous attitude gave years of joy to the crew, your laughter sounded throughout the ship like a melody, something you usually didn't do.

"This is much better, I hope you can take things more calmly, you will have time to grow up."

Whitebeard directed his words towards you, although you were completely asleep on his lap, he smiled tenderly, caressing your head, he didn't want you to worry about adult things again, you don't need to grow up so fast, you have to give him time to cry when you are a full-grown adult, but you need to enjoy your childhood first.

Law appreciates you, he really does, he loves that you understand that everything has to be clean, disinfected, organized... it's okay that you want to have a healthy routine and he doesn't prohibit you from taking care of yourself, but my god, you have the behavior of an impulsive parent who has twenty children and doesn't have time to take care of them all.

Ikkaku takes care of the food, Bepo takes care of the navigation, Law is a doctor, Shachi and Penguin… well, they are there, but you don't need to occupy all those positions when you think something is going to cause problems. Law understands that you may be a little ─too much sometimes─ more mature than most children your age, he himself had to face childhood in a hard way, but you didn't have to go through that, everyone was there to take care of you, pamper you, you can have a totally normal childhood without worries, however you decide to make all the problems yours.

"You have to stop, I've already told you that you don't need to worry about those things, I'm the captain."

"But-"

It only took one look from your captain to stop you from ranting, he confronted you directly because he knew you would understand what he meant, but you got to the point of worrying about things that he didn't even care about, you need to relax or your heart would stop. No one has died from a little disorganization, some junk food or not washing their hands after eating with nothing but a napkin. But it was too hard to put all those thoughts aside, the crew made sure not to let you think about it too much, but with each passing day it seemed like you were blowing more and more smoke out of your ears like a locomotive at full speed, you could stop doing things but not overthinking them.

He had to pull you out of the Polar Tang, the idea was from the idiot duo, but it was what he needed right now, a stupid and fun idea, ─although Law didn't find it too funny─ he stopped at the first snowy island he found and let the chaos begin on its own.

"This is war, eat snow!"

It only took one of Penguin's snowballs to hit you to activate a switch in you, you don't know if it was out of frustration or because you were having a good time, but you started throwing snow left and right, Ikkaku, Bepo, Law, Jean Bart… they were all fired without discrimination, you didn't stop to think about how the snow got under your clothes or that you'll catch a cold after this, you enjoyed the moment without your mind plagued by unnecessary problems.

"That's our child! ack-"

The crew smiled upon hearing your malicious grin at having hit Shachi, who was celebrating that you had hit his friend, unleashing your most childish and hyperactive side, however he also suffered the consequences of your change of mentality, they still had a long way to go before you stopped behaving like a complete adult, but you let those more childish hues that you hid from yourself show.

[gatitties]

Hugs

—Tamaki Amajiki x reader

—Summary: It seems that the best cure for anxiety is your hugs.

—Warnings: none

"I want to go home."

You sighed as you watched Tamaki press himself against the nearest wall, trying to blend in, go through it, or merge with it, whatever it takes to disappear.

"You'll do well."

You patted his back, causing a slight tremor in his body, Tamaki was feeling too anxious about the talk he had to give to the first-year students, his body felt hot and cold, his palms were sweaty and his stomach hurt.

"W-what if I say something wrong?"

You sighed, running your hands over his shoulders, offering a small circular massage over the tension that seemed to pile up on them, massaging his shoulder blades along the way, you stared into his eyes for a few seconds, causing a tickle in the boy's stomach, not from anxiety this time.

"Mirio and Nejire will be with you, you have nothing to fear" you dragged him further away from the wall, pushing his body slightly towards the large door "Besides, you are the great Suneater!"

His lips curved into a shaky smile, with a slight glint in his eyes he looked at your face, blood spreading across his cheeks with a slight blush as he wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a tight hug. He always liked to hug you, because he felt safe, comfortable and protected in your arms, the warmth your body provided him was all he needed in this world, if he died he wanted it to be in your arms.

He sighed at your scent before pulling away, taking some courage, looking at his two companions who had just arrived just in time to drag him away before he regretted his decisions. He closed his eyes tightly and walked to the door, when he entered he immediately regretted it, wanting to return to the warmth of your arms. He remained silent while the other two talked, glancing from time to time at the door where you were, making sure everything was okay.

He was the first to come out, as if the devil itself was chasing him, mocking his cowardice, you opened your arms knowing he would dive in without a thought, his arms wrapped around you and his head rested in the crook of your neck.

"First years are scary."

You almost felt the air knocked out of you as he tightened his hold on you a little more, you patted his shoulder to loosen it, he mumbled an apology but still looked dejected as if he had witnessed a war crime.

"If it’s any consolation, I think you were great there."

"I don’t know, you always say I’m great."

"Because you are."

[gatitties]

Hi, lovely! I've got a request for Hank Anderson from DBH! Would you write about a female reader who helps him get his life back together? As in, cleaning around the house and shopping for new clothes with him and convincing him to get a haircut. You know, to help him get out of that depression spiral the poor man has been living in for years. I'd appreciate some romantic/fluffy interactions between the two, if that's okay!

Oh, also, I think it'd be funny if reader teamed up with Connor to convince Hank to be more active

Thank you! <3

─Hank Anderson x fem!reader

─Summary: Your walk ends up being a reminder that there is still a lot to overcome, but that Hank will always have you by his side.

─Warnings: mention of suicide

"Connor?" you took your hands out of your pockets to greet him, letting the cold winter wind hit your warm skin, you watched as the cyborg stood in front of the door without moving "Isn't Hank home?"

"Ah, I'm glad to see you, I don't know, I've been calling for a while, Lieutenant Hank hasn't shown up at his scheduled time at his office."

"I see…"

You frowned at the information, you were very worried about Hank, now you were really just taking a walk around the neighborhood, it was your day off, but you couldn't help but approach Hank's house, knowing that these last few months he had been more down, even after all this time and with the arrival of Connor into his life ─although accepted a little reluctantly─ you thought that everything was going to go much better than before, in fact, he made progress, but perhaps, the current date made him overthink too much about situations from the past, about the immovable destiny.

You took out a spare key that he had left you, you had to use it many times, countless days in which a bad feeling closed the mouth of your stomach and infected your mind like a plague, you are never prepared enough to see a person you love pointing a gun at their temple, and as much as you try to erase that disgusting image, it is not easy to forget. You open the door with a soft click, letting Connor in who already seems to be taking in the state of the house, he immediately informs you that Hank seems to be in the bathroom, the dining room and kitchen are a mess, there are bottles thrown around and chinese food lying around.

"I can pick all this up, could you check on the lieutenant?"

"You don't have to tell me twice, I'll let you know if I need help upstairs."

You heard murmurs in the bathroom, moving quickly, you opened the door, hoping not to see something grotesque, luckily, you only found a dejected Hank, with traces of vomit on his clothes and beard, his eyes met yours, they were tired, darkened, without shine or life, your heart crumpled, immediately you slid to his side, patting his shoulder.

"I'm disgusting… I don't even have enough courage to-"

"Don't go on" you cut him off angrily, not directed at him, but at the vulnerable situation he was in, he was still somewhat drunk "come on, let's clean you up a little, okay?"

You softened your tone, helping him stand up, he grabbed your shoulder and waist, a persistent dizziness made him stagger a little, you fought against the weight of his own body against yours, turning on the faucet, you were there for at least half an hour to make him look like a totally normal and functional person. You forced him to change his clothes, brush his teeth, among other basic things to keep up, you waited patiently in his room until he finished being a walking disaster, when the drunkenness began to subside the guilt began to take over him, he had lost count of how many times you had had to come to help him even when he didn't tell you that he was feeling bad.

He came in like a scolded dog, like a child who knew he had done something wrong and was going to be scolded, like a guilty person entering the police station, his head down, his shoulders hunched, his body betraying his thoughts, his weight making the mattress sink beside you, unable to look at you, he decided he needed to sort out his mind a bit before saying anything and you were patient.

"I'm sorry… I- the truth is I don't know how to thank you for all this, it's just that lately the sessions haven't progressed and it's like I'm still stuck at the same point, repeating the story over and over again, I feel frustrated, I really didn't plan to do…" he left the sentence hanging for a moment, looking at you quickly to see your expression, your lips pursed in a grimace of concern, but you didn't seem upset "none of that, it's embarrassing because I thought I was over it, but I just- uh- I drank too much last night."

You sighed nasally, you weren't the one to lecture him about this, he already had a nice psychologist he went to for when this kind of thing happened, so you stuck to your role, comforting him and supporting him unconditionally.

"It's okay Hank, calm down, the truth is that it relieves me a lot and at the same time worries me, I'm going to cut your damn drinking habit."

He rolled his eyes, recovering his spirits minimally, he pushed you aside, getting up from the bed, you copied his actions, both of you going downstairs where Connor waited patiently, he had finished cleaning a while ago, but he thought it was better not to interrupt your talk, feeling like you were having an intimate moment.

"I'm glad to know that you're feeling better Lieutenant, but there's work to do."

"I know, I know… god, why did you let him in?"

He murmured the last part to you, you hit his arm moderately, looking at him as a warning sign, he just ignored you, grabbing his jacket along with a lighter and tobacco, he still had unfortunate comments with poor Connor, but it doesn't matter, you will jump to defend your android son tooth and nail.

The cold hit your face again when the door opened, indicating that the unexpected and short visit had come to an end, Hank signaled Connor to wait for him in the car, while you stayed a moment longer enjoying the company, he took your hands in his, wrapping them, his gaze shone slightly again when he looked at you, you didn't know if he was blushing because of what he was doing or because the cold began to penetrate our bones, but his cheeks ─just like yours─ began to warm up.

"I am very grateful to have you by my side, thank you for everything."

"Hank…" you looked away, feeling shy all of a sudden, your eyes wandering from your joined hands to his lips "that sounds stupidly cheesy."

You let out a small giggle, making his cheeks turn a deeper red, making him sputter out some denials about your statement, deciding that you were holding him back too long, seeing as he was in for a good scolding for being late to work, you cut the whole scene short with a quick kiss on the lips, leaving the man speechless, you left as quickly as you came, solving problems, but creating others, at least he would know how to deal with the kind of problems you caused him, one day you would make his poor heart burst.

"Do people feel better if you kiss them? I've been noticing that lately, I can give you a kiss too if you tell me you're not feeling well, Lieutenant."

"Shut up Connor, it doesn't work like that."

"Could you explain it to me, then?"

"Can't you look it up on the internet or something?" his cheeks returned to a more natural color, remembering the sensation you left on his lips "God, you better not look anything up, you might get more confused."

[gatitties]

Warm

─La squadra di esecuzioni x teen!fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: You have a big mouth and your stand is not your best ally to hide your emotions, at least you know how to handle it

─Warnings: blood

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Five

Mornings used to be quiet in the assassins' house, with only four people awake at the beginning of the day, Risotto didn't make a single sound, Illuso and Ghiaccio didn't come out of their room until mid-morning and Prosciutto wasn't a loudmouth, it was a little bit of quiet until the loudmouths got up, but today, that quiet was being annoying, without knowing it, they were being irritated by any little thing, with a permanent frown on their faces ─if it's not there normally─, the only reason for this, you, your annoyance was affecting everyone without you knowing it, but you were really in a bad mood.

"Ugh, why the hell won't it get better? Did someone curse me? Fuck, fuck, fuck, this only means that the day is going to get worse."

You wandered off looking at yourself in the small mirror, you had strangely woken up early, unable to fall asleep again, you forced yourself to do some morning exercise to keep in shape, a light shower, some training with your rat… but now that your hair was dry ─much shinier and silkier since you followed Prosciutto’s advice─, you were trying to comb it, however one damn hair was still unruly and restless, you had tried using Pros’s setting gel, but it didn’t work, not even Ghiaccio’s hairspray to keep the curls intact seemed to do anything against the unruly hair, and you were getting so desperate that you almost hit your head with the comb, if it weren’t for Illuso appearing in the mirror stopping you.

"Okay, that’s it, you’re getting on my nerves because of your stand, you should learn to control it better."

"I'm sorry, but please help me or I'll go crazy and drag you all into madness."

You let yourself be dragged into his room, he was trying to comb his pigtails himself, strangely he was unable to comb your hair as you normally did, causing the desperation to increase in the house, a not very happy Ghiaccio interrupted the dark-haired boy's room to try to do something himself or he was going to start biting the furniture out of the accumulated rage, he couldn't, he couldn't against your hair, everyone went to Prosciutto, who was trying to get rid of the bad feeling by smoking like a locomotive in the kitchen window, he couldn't solve your problem either.

"How is it possible that you don't know how to comb unruly hair!? You two are always so well combed like prissy whores, it's ridiculous!"

"God, shut up," the blond let go of your hair, completely tangled now, rubbing his temples, feeling the headache starting to form in the front "it's not the same to comb your own hair than to comb someone else's."

Risotto, Pesci and Melone were ruled out, probably they didn't even comb their hair that much, leaving only Formaggio… Prosciutto recommended you to wash your hair again while Ghiaccio was prepared to cut your stupid hair with the kitchen scissors right there.

"You're all such idiots, leave this to me!"

To everyone's surprise Formaggio had woken up from all the noise, no one believed he could actually fix the problem when he didn't even need to comb his hair, but no one objected anything, whatever it took to let that feeling leave their minds. You took him to your room, giving him your things so he could comb your hair, he gave a few rough tugs to your locks, but he was quite effective at doing his job, simple, neat and pretty, your usual hairstyle was back to normal, without that stupid hair bothering you, your mood lightened, all irritation and desperation vanished from the house.

"Wow, I would never think a bald guy would be the best at combing unruly hair."

"I'm not bald, it's shaved" he finished giving you one last look to make sure everything was okay, nodding to himself at seeing his good work  "and I'm good from experience."

"Did you have long hair before? Like longer than Melone? Let me guess! Before you were assassin you were a hairdresser, you had an accident with someone from Passione, you accidentally cut off their ear and boom! They made you do their dirty work for them because of the lack of respect."

"You are horrible at guessing things," his laughter filled your room, sitting on your bed, he looked out the window longingly, "I come from a big family, with lots of sisters, I had to take care of them many times."

"Ah… You haven’t cut off anyone’s ear then?"

"Yes, a couple of times, but that’s not why I ended up here," his expression soured at thoughts of the past, you quickly noticed how his emotions changed abruptly, you had already caused a lot of trouble this morning, you didn’t want Formaggio to feel bad remembering something "I-"

"It’s okay! We don’t need to remember things that make us feel bad, think of something nice, warm, comforting! Like for example… Ummh… Your cat! How long has she been with you?"

"It was actually a gift from one of my older sisters-"

"I'm sorry, I should tape my mouth shut or never speak for the rest of my life or sew it up, industrial glue? Doesn't sound bad."

Formaggio rolled his eyes as he heard you mutter stupid things, followed by the occasional apology for touching on a subject that might be sensitive for him, although it wasn't something he liked to remember, it was his story and he couldn't erase it or redo it, it wasn't your fault for not knowing, you even tried to make him feel better about something that can't be controlled, fate is very capricious.

"Shut up already, you don't need to apologize, just go out there and show that I'm the best of all, since no one has been able to comb your hair."

"Yeah, of course, you're the best Maggio!"

You both left your room, with long strides you reached the living room where everyone was sitting, each one doing their things, you announced yourself strutting in front of everyone, being ignored by most, but proud to be back to your normal state, tranquility reigned again in the morning after the little chaos. Nothing really interesting happened during the day, nothing besides Risotto sending you a mission in a couple of days, it didn't cause too much nervousness in you for your stand to affect as much as this morning, but although you had already done several missions before, you always had that slight uncertainty of whether you could successfully complete the objective.

You used the old procrastination trick so you wouldn't feel that pressure, you cleaned a few more parts of the house that were screaming for a much deeper cleaning and did a few more chores, keeping your mind busy with other things always lightened your mood, if you could you would like to be able to go blank, but your mind was a train running twenty-four hours a day, the word overthink and you go hand in hand like best friends.

"Hey, come on, I don't have all day."

Formaggio tapped your shoulder, pulling you out of your daydream, you nodded, asking for a minute to go to the bathroom before leaving, you said goodbye to everyone in the living room, following the man who was already waiting in his rickety van, the car had seen better days, but that, and Ghiaccio's car were the only available means of transportation the group had, that, or public transport.

"I didn't know you were coming on the mission with me, Risotto didn't tell me anything."

"I'm not going, I have another mission, but both places are close, so I'm doing you the favor of bringing you over."

"Well, aren't you great? Thanks Maggio!"

"Tch, tch, you don't have to tell me, I know" his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, making a small turn more abrupt than necessary, he frowned when he saw how a car without priority was making his way difficult "Move asshole!"

The horn sounded like a turtle making love with a hoarse voice, your face got dangerously close to the dashboard due to the sudden braking, if it weren't for the seat belt you would have had a sore nose all day, god bless cars safety, Formaggio accelerated making the engine roar while showing the middle finger to the driver who had made him stop, the lady who was driving made angry gestures in turn, shouting things that you didn't hear.

"People drive terribly, do they think the street is only for them?"

His words left you thinking for a moment, everyone in the group was of legal age, you didn't know exactly if they all had a legal driving license, but you did know that they all knew how to drive, which led you to think that maybe, although not legally, you should learn basic notions about automobiles, you could get into trouble and need to drive.

"Maggio, do you think you could teach me how to drive?" He glanced at you, focusing on the road to make a lane change "You know, what happens if something happens and neither of you can use a car? I don't know anything about driving, I'd like to know the basics to get out of a tight spot."

The speed of the van was slowly decreasing, he made a small turn to a dead end, he put on the handbrake, looking through the rearview mirror to check that no one was passing by, he turned to face you with a crooked smile.

"I'll think about it, now get to work, when you finish come back to this alley, I'll pick you up, don't take too long, if I finish quickly I won't wait for you, understood?"

"Aye, aye, my captain, everything clear as crystal!"

You made a stupid pirate salute without any context, jumping out of the vehicle quickly, you waved effusively once he reversed, leaving for his own destination, taking a more focused attitude, you looked at the street name plate, looking for the exact address you had been sent to. You were in a bad neighborhood, similar to the neighborhood you live in now, there wasn't a single soul walking down the street, besides a few children who hid when they saw you, you didn't pay attention to them once you reached the door of your destination, the white wood was worn, one of the windows was broken and there was grass growing up the wall a few inches, whoever it was, they had neglected their home a lot, so much so that you doubted the veracity of the information they had given you. A woman had betrayed Polpo's trust, and according to what it says in the document, she doesn't leave the house unless it's really important.

You felt your waist, feeling that the gun was still there and hadn't escaped, with a shaky sigh, you knocked on the door, you waited, you waited... impatience hit you too quickly, you didn't know if she had received threats that she was already being hunted, so you decided to just open it yourself, the broken window was perfect to put your arm through and open the door on your own, with a soft creak, you entered taking careful steps.

The house was gloomy, messy, as if a storm had destroyed everything, the furniture was broken or scattered on the floor, plates, glasses, pictures… everything completely shattered against the wooden floor, a hysterical voice pulled you out of your thoughts, the shrill screams came from the living room to the right, it seemed like the woman was losing her temper having a hysterical attack, you almost felt bad seeing how her face was stained with tears, she had clumps of hair torn out and she was hitting her head, she was the one who caused all this mess in her own house. You almost didn't manage to dodge the flowerpot she threw at you, too focused on her disastrous appearance.

"Are you a murderer? Aren't you? They're coming for me! I'm going to die! That's it… my life thrown down the drain for… for… AGH, I HATE YOU, YOU AND THAT CRAPPY ORGANIZATION! DIE! DIE!"

She pointed at you as if you were the cause of all her problems, feeling a little offended by her accusation, she lunged at you determinedly, you staggered to the side making her trip over her own feet, falling face first onto the ground, though she grabbed your leg pushing you to the ground, she quickly climbed on top of you, placing her hands on your neck squeezing, you hit her chest hard making her step back with a grunt, you rolled on the ground dodging her second attack, sticking some broken porcelain pieces that were scattered around in your arms and legs, you didn't let the pain register on you and continued with the little fight.

Blows went back and forth between the two of you, neither of you being too experienced in physical fights, somehow the woman was good enough to stop you from bringing out your gun, but you decided it was time to stop playing when her stand showed itself.

"What…?" you were amazed to see how a bubble formed inside your skin, it burst with a small sound making you moan in pain, blood splashed on the place and your face "Ouch!"

"I got you!" although the attack was planned to repeat itself, it was not directed at you but at the wall that was next to you, some splinters flew out from the bursting of the bubble "shit, I still can't control this fucking power well, just wait! I'll make you explode and suffer like they did to me!"

"Don't make me responsible for your bad decisions!"

You gritted your teeth as you felt another bubble against your skin burst, it stung a lot, it cost you a few more wounds but you ended up hitting the back of her neck, making her dizzy enough for her to stay still, you took out the gun, taking off the safety, still half unconscious, the woman managed to speak between murmurs, which distracted you enough.

"I'm not going to let... a rat like you kill me... I prefer... I prefer this."

A shiver ran through your body, blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls, ceiling and floor, of course, you too, completely covered in blood you almost vomited, but you held it back, silently looking at the gun you held in your hand.

"I could have made it less painful" you tried to wipe your face with your hands, but you only spread more of the red liquid that began to oxidize and turn darker, ruining your outfit completely, you would have to go around the store again to buy that stain remover "Well, whatever, I'm done."

You grimaced as you walked, you felt sticky, dirty, would Formaggio even let you get into his car covered in blood? You were going to find out soon because you saw his van parked in the same place as before, he was probably waiting to see you and make a joke about how he had been waiting for hours ─when he had just arrived ten minutes ago─ but that since he is such a good person he had waited for you, but his jokes died on the tip of his tongue when he saw you covered in blood, with a blank look.

"Are you okay? Where is all that blood coming from? You're not hurt, right?" like a worried mother he greeted you with an avalanche of questions "Wait before you get in the car, I'll put a cardboard or a bag, damn it, don't lean your back on the seat, better not touch anything."

"Yes, yes, and don't worry, the blood is not mine."

He looked at you for a second as he rummaged through the trunk, he put some plastic bags over the passenger seat and let you in, the ride back was a little quieter because you were a little upset. You didn’t like the job, you didn’t think you of all people got to choose a person’s life or death, surely they had a story behind them, friends or family who cared about those people even if they were the lowest scum in the world. You had witnessed enough deaths to desensitize yourself to the job, but you vowed to make quick and painless work for people, not wanting to know their background because you’d be too weak to pull the trigger if you knew the person. You were a little upset that the woman killed herself with her stand, you experienced it briefly luckily and it was very painful.

"Whatever you're thinking, let it go" Formaggio was going to put his hand on your shoulder to reassure you, but stopped halfway remembering that you were covered in blood "It's not worth thinking too much about it."

"Maggio, uff- can you read minds or something? In fact, you all seem to notice when I'm in a bad mood or thinking too much…"

"You're pretty simple to read, plus your stand doesn't help you. Do I remind you what happened two days ago with your hair?"

You gasped in surprise as you saw your personal action figure giggle, sitting on the man's shoulder as if they had snitch on your train of thought.

"That's treason!"

You pointed accusingly causing the man to let out a chuckle, which was quickly replaced by a frown and a small cry, your face crashed into the dashboard from the sudden braking because he almost ran a stop sign and crashed into another car, as you didn't want to get anything dirty, you didn't use your seatbelt, this time nothing saved you from the impact.

"Maybe I can ask Ghiaccio about driving lessons…"  you looked with disgust at how a dry blood mark was left right where your face had hit "ow, that hurt."

You pressed your nose, noticing the itch, the crimson liquid soon ran down your lip and chin, you made a face of disgust, not even on your worst period days was this bloody.

"Shit, I'm sorry, there's paper in there."

You opened the glove compartment, taking out a crushed roll of paper, you grabbed some to press it against your nose and stop the bleeding, hopefully, the rest of the trip passed without further incident. Pesci almost fainted at the sight of you covered in blood from head to toe, quickly looking for Melone to check that you weren't really seriously injured, Prosciutto forbade you to set foot in the house when you were so dirty, made you put on gloves and bags in your shoes, sending you straight to the shower. The tension you didn't know you had been accumulating in your shoulders vanished with the water dyed by the shower siphon, feeling much better, hunger hit you, deciding to bother the idiot on duty who had to make dinner, but since it was Pesci, you simply helped him finish whatever he had in hand.

"I would like to be as confident as you on missions, I always have to go out with Prosciutto."

You tilted your head in confusion at the fisherman's words, squinting your eyes, Pesci had always underestimated himself, of course, he was one of the most insecure, and his brother was sometimes too harsh with his words, despite not doing it in bad faith, you felt everything that made poor Pesci feel bad, that's why you made sure to give him an extra dose of kindness, he was, without a doubt, the easiest to hurt emotionally. You weren't very different from him, your own stand was related to people's feelings and sensations, it wasn't your determination, but the ability to not let yourself think about what you were really doing.

"Pfft- I'm not confident, I just don't think about what I do and let things happen, like stimuli? If they don't hit me I pull the trigger, if they hit me, I hit and pull the trigger, you know? It's simple"

"I still can't find that much determination… I think Prosciutto will never be proud of me."

You hit his shoulder, almost making the pan he was holding fall to the floor due to your unexpected action, glancing at him for a moment, returning to cut the vegetable again or you would cut a finger.

"You don't need anyone's approval, but I'm sure he's already proud of you, not everyone can say they're a murderer!" you mentally hit yourself, maybe they weren't here by choice, like almost everyone in the group, your big mouth again, before he could answer you changed the subject "but, yeah... aaaaanyway why don't you talk to me about fishing? You seem to like it a lot."

"Oh yes, I lived near the coast…"

You sighed in relief as his nervousness subsided to a slight satisfaction about the direction of the conversation, saving the day once again, you found yourself enjoying a chat about the different marine species off the coast of Naples.

BONUS!

"This is simple, three pedals, five gears not counting the reverse gear" Formaggio told you, sitting in the passenger seat "just use your left foot for the clutch, it's the pedal on the left, the middle one is the brake and the right one is the accelerator, for these two you use your right leg, avoid stepping on both pedals at the same time."

You nodded, testing the pedals under your feet, then the man briefly explained how to use the gears, first left up, second down from first, third from the center to the top, fourth the opposite, fifth right up and reverse down, good, you got it

"Now press the brake and the clutch at the same time, I'm going to release the handbrake, you have to release the clutch little by- you didn't finish listening, your foot lifted too quickly causing the car to hum until it stopped instantly  "little… turn the key again to start it and finish listening before doing anything."

"Oh, it's moving, I'm doing it!" the second time, with some bounces, you managed to get it to move forward slowly, Formaggio asked you to brake, but you hit the wrong pedal and accelerated, he pulled the handbrake before you crashed into Ghiaccio's convertible "Mmh, I don't think I've got the pedals under control yet."

"You think so? You almost signed our death sentence if that fucking miata had any scratches."

[gatitties]

My hero academia gang reacts to a new student male!reader who has an unusual quirk of being extremely lucky. They can still fight and have insane strength of their own but their quirk when activated makes enemies stumble, their attacks weaker, get blown up by their own moves and perfect his own abilities. Not only does it affect them on the battlefield but outside in their daily life too. Everything seems to go their way without even trying. Perfect in school, perfect on the field, many lovestruck admirers, and a perfect hero in the making.

But in the reader’s eyes it’s more of a curse than a blessing. They try to minimize their quirk to the point it doesn’t have such a direct effect on their life. Reader comes from an insanely rich well renowned family who is thought highly of by society thanks to that lucky quirk. Also the reader is considered a pretty boy by everyone so he’s quite popular and a quickly growing fan favorite by the public. Everyone wants to be his friend. This actually makes them uncomfortable and insecure because they believe it’s just the quirk that’s making it all happen. Thats it’s not him that they want.

First meeting reader seems like the most perfect guy in the world who has it all. Confident, charming, and a model student. Everything goes right for him. But then people notice that he seems distant and avoids people some may see this as being stuck up but he’s actually afraid of making friends because he thinks it’s the quirk they’re really drawn to. But underneath he’s really an energetic, giddy, nerd with a lot of heart just wanting to break free of his family’s shadow and prove that he can make it on his own.

─MHA x male!reader

─Summary: Your family and your quirk don't help you trust others, but you try to make a change, step by step.

─Warnings: none

Sorry if this is too general and not focused on just one group more :(

─ When you start the hero course everything goes as you thought, your parents' position and old reputation at school only made you stand out like a sore thumb among the other teens, you were a correct, polite, patient, good student… a perfect model of the best version of a student.

─ Practically all the departments and teachers knew about you for one reason or another, of course, your influence and power made you be in class 1-A, where you found those who admired your quirk and others not so much.

─ It was more than nice, although strange, to be rejected by Bakugo without having really done anything, that guy just hates everyone by the looks of it, but since you had never been rejected, it made you feel that he was really sincere about his thoughts about you.

─ That didn't mean you stopped paying attention to others, the class itself was quite welcoming, there was that determination that characterizes all heroes, although the first few weeks you only leaned towards small interactions due to your insecurities.

─ Your ability was very useful and certainly something out of the ordinary, where you can find mutations or alterations of space, you are simply lucky and depend on your own body, many people find it incredible, and many people only approach you because of that same ability, if you think about it, you can have everything you want if you have luck on your side!

─ You hate it, that's why it takes you a long time to really be friends with anyone, no matter how friendly Izuku's group is, in your eyes they are not being sincere, on the contrary, Bakugo's group along with some other students from class B will think that you are conceited, that you think you are better than others and that is why you don't want to spend some time with them.

─ The fact that you minimized the use of your ability is what made you develop that good layer of muscles, since if you don't want to depend on your quirk, it's better to have your body and mind well trained, being in good shape also ruined your mood a bit, it made you more popular among some people.

─ The teachers are the only ones who know why you are like this, maybe they have received some warning from your parents, they know how hard it is for you to make friends and they didn't want you to close yourself off.

─ Sometimes they are the cause of this, you carry the whole family lineage and many hopes on you make you feel unsure if you will be as good as all of them, unintentionally they put those expectations on you, although you won't let them know.

─ Aizawa pairs you with Uraraka, Mina, Denki or Kirishima, since they are the ones who are most open to talking to anyone naturally, probably one of them will be your first friend.

─ All Might will leave you in Izuku's hands, he knows what his boy is like and this broccoli is willing to make you feel much better, although he doesn't understand why sometimes you still prefer Bakugo's company.

─ When small bonds of friendship begin to blossom, you decides that you should make friends on your own, since it had been the class itself who had taken the trouble to make you come out of your mental hiding place, this time you should be the one to initiate the interactions, you thought it would be a step forward to put aside your insecurity.

─ It wasn't easy, Monoma didn't like you very much (he just doesn't like anyone from 1-A), still, just like with the explosive blonde in your class, you were glad it was like that, you knew he was totally sincere, although if he went too far making comments here and there that could be hurtful, Kendo would take care of giving him a good punch.

─ Kendo, Tetsutetsu and Ibara are pretty easy going, so you consider it a personal achievement to have made friends with them on your own, when you tell your group of friends from 1-A they are happy that you have managed to leave behind the prejudices about your quirk and make more friends on your own.

─ As for Todoroki and Hitoshi (who you coincided with a lot because of Aizawa) they were the hardest to relate to, they also distanced themselves from people, like you at first, although they did not hide a personality as bubbly as yours once you move around in a more comfortable environment.

─ Quite nice once you manage to get past their walls, like you, they thought they did not need anyone to move forward, that company would be useless or interest moved people, but many people have shown you that those thoughts are false.

─ You also took the time to talk to your family, all the burden that came with being the son of a big company or two well-known figures, you wanted to have more room to make mistakes in practice, to experiment without having an accusing eye for your stumbles being part of the family, to demonstrate your worth without the need for your last name.

─ Almost everyone loves the new change (Bakugo is not yet in his redemption arc), before you looked good, but your gaze was lost and dull, now your smile is sincere, your eyes have a new light and you take the time to chat at length with every person who stops you in the hallways.