spider boy secrets â spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader
synopsis: after almost a week of avoiding you left and right, you finally run into midoriya on campus. After some convincing, he finally tells you what heâs been up to as spider-man, and why heâs been so adamant about avoiding you. [part 3/5 - series masterlist]
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authorâs note: the mystery is revealed, the suspense is over!! or is it :0Â
Itâs been a few days since youâve seen Midoriya in person.Â
If it werenât for the fact that you can hear him come home every night and the fact that he has been sending the odd text or two, you wouldâve called the police and led a search party yourself.
Heâs never avoided you before. Because that is what heâs doing, after all. Avoiding you. No matter how you look at it.Â
His texts are assurances that heâs okay, and he occasionally sends an upside-down selfie. But heâs wearing his mask in every single one, and you canât tell if heâs just being coy or if heâs hiding a bruised-up face behind the mask.Â
You receive one that morning just before you leave for class, and you canât help but smile. It looks like it's from the night before, and you donât recognize where he is exactly. You snap a quick picture of Moony napping on the couch and send it to him as you leave your apartment, avoiding your gaze on his door just a few feet away.Â
You get to class early and continue with what youâve been doing since Midoriya started avoiding youâinvestigating. There isnât much to you; you go to class, you come home, and occasionally you attend club activities on campus or meet up with a friend to study.Â
There hasnât been any obvious overlap between the two of you, aside from knowing his giant secret and being his neighbor. You arenât in the same social circles, major, department, or anything. But you do frequent the same libraries.Â
Which he hasnât been doing for the past weekâyou noticed that right away. Even though you can usually count on him to be there before you and save you a spot, in the back near the giant window he likes to stare out of when he gets fed up with his chemistry homework.Â
After the lecture, you follow your biology professor to his office in the building over, making idle small talk before jumping into your questions on topics covered in class. You donât stay for very long, and itâs on your way out of his office and the building that you spot him.Â
Midoriya is sitting against a wall, really crouching as though to make himself as small as possible, nearly hidden thanks to the crevice the water fountain creates in the corner. You freeze, afraid heâs already heard you, but he doesnât seem to have noticed you yet. Heâs leaning forward as much as he can to avoid being spotted on the other side of the corner, listening.Â
You take a few steps forward and strain to listen. You donât recognize the professorâs voice, but he sounds nervous. A few words do register even from where youâre standingâ ânot ready yet,â âstill need to test,â and you swear you hear the word âspider,â but that could just be because youâve finally spotted the little shiâ
Midoriya suddenly scrambles to his feet from underneath the water fountain and heads straight towards you. Stifling a gasp, youâre so surprised at how quickly he loops an arm through yours and ushers you down the hallway you donât even try to say anything. You both hurry down the hall into the stairwell, and he makes sure to softly close the door behind him.Â
You hear muffled sounds of footsteps walking right by the door. Whoever was talking was headed straight towards the both of you.Â
âWho was that?â you whispered, even though the stairwell was visibly empty, and Midoriya was still holding you close to his side. He gently tugged you along down the stairs, glancing behind you as he did.Â
âNobody,â he says as you both leave the building, still glancing around as you walk out the doors. âSo, howâve you been?â
You tug your arm loose as you both stop in front of a shady bench by the building you just fled from, narrowing your eyes at him. âCut the bullshit, Midoriya,â you said. âYouâve been avoiding me for the past week, and now youâre deflecting. Who were you spying on?â
âY/N, I canâtââ
âDo you seriously think Iâd tell someone?â
âI donât want to risk putting you in danger,â he sighed. âOf course I donât think youâd tell anyone. I justâŚknowing anything about what I get up to when I wear the suit could put you in danger.â heâs still avoiding your gaze.Â
âIs it someone I know? Is that why?â He shakes his head a little too quickly.Â
âMidoriya. I will stand here and list every single person I know on this campus. You canât lie to me, and you canât keep avoiding me. And if I know them, then that means I can help you.â You clear your throat, mind scrambling. Can you even name everyone?
He waves his hands frantically at you, eyes wide, and you donât get the chance to even attempt anything. âItâs Professor Kyudai. I was eavesdropping on him.â
You frown, crossing your arms. âWho?â
Midoriya furrows his eyebrows as he slowly meets your gaze. âKyudai? The chair of the molecular and cell biology department?â
You shake your head. âWhy do you think I know who he is?â
Midoriya looks as confused as you feel. âYouâre listed as an undergraduate research assistant on his webpage.â
âI am?â
Midoriya moves to sit on the bench youâve both been standing in front of, and you move to sit next to him. He pulled up the page on his phone surprisingly fast, and you see your legal name listed there, alongside two others and Professor Kyudaiâs, and a brief description of some research study youâve never even heard of.Â
You stared at the name on the webpage, and you remember a mixup that happened your second year after you had already declared your major. Youâd received the wrong email for the wrong Y/N, whoâd declared as a molecular and cellular biology majorâsomething you had certainly never done. And how the poor advisor had apologized profusely for the mixup and had asked if you didnât happen to know this other person.Â
You canât help but laugh, quick to cover your mouth in an attempt to stifle your giggles at the absurdity of this situation. Midoriya still looks confused, which makes you laugh harder.Â
âThat isnât me,â you explained. âIâm not even a STEM major, Midoriya.â
He slouches forward and puts his face in his hands, in relief or surprise, youâre not sure.Â
âSeriously?â
âYes,â you laughed, patting him on the shoulder. âIs that why youâve been avoiding me?â
He nodded, still hiding his face in his hands. âI was so nervous I was going to have to arrest you or something.â
âArrest?â you whispered, scooting closer to him even though there was no one within earshot of either of you. You nudge his knee with your own until he looks up at you, a smile tugging at his lips. âOkay, you need to fill me in on what the hell youâve been up to, spider boy.â
Eventually, after a lot of convincing, he does.Â
âKyudai has been dabbling in some⌠illegal activities,â he said, scratching Moony behind her ears and smiling at how loudly she purrs in response. Youâre both back in your apartment, and the second Midoriya stepped inside Moony has not left his side. Youâre a little peeved with herâwhen you come home she only meows at you before going back to grooming herself or staring at the birds out the window.Â
âHeâs been doing some research on the side for some sketchy people, using funds he shouldnât be using. I donât know exactly what heâs up to yet, but I know other professors might be in on it, too. I think heâs threatening them.â
âWhat about research assistants?â you asked. âAre they being threatened, too?â You did recognize one of the other names on the list, besides your name twinâs, that is.Â
He shrugged and explained he didnât know how deeply involved they were. From what he can tell and what heâs witnessed for himself, the three assistants have been running most of his actual research for the past month.Â
No one has formally reported KyudaiâMidoriya only noticed because heâd been at the right place at the right time, as both himself and as Spider-Man.Â
âI was watching a building by the docks one night, just patrolling, and I saw a university truck,â he continued. âKyudai was driving. I watched him trade some vials for some briefcases I can only assume were filled with cash. The guys who took it, I turned them in a week later to the police. They were messed up, high on something Iâve never seen before. I almost broke my arm that night.â Â
And the day after turning them in, his biology professor hadnât shown up for class.Â
âHeâs my mentor,â Midoriya explained, voice quavering a little. âI was his research assistant last summer, and Iâm supposed to help him launch a new program next semester. I see him every week for office hours. I know he wouldnât just leave.â
Professor Yagi, it turns out, is Kyudaiâs lab neighbor, and Midoriya suspects he was poking around and asking too many questions. And Kyudai got rid of him somehow.Â
âEven though I recorded Kyudai making the exchange, itâs not enough yet to arrest him,â Midoriya said. âIâve been looking for Professor Yagi, tracking Kyudai. I knew youâd want to help, but because I thought you were already connected to the situation, I thought itâd be too dangerous.âÂ
 You stay silent for a few seconds, mind racing. âThank you for trusting me,â you said softly, smiling when he met your gaze. âI think I can help you out.â
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spider boy â spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader
synopsis: you don't interact with your neighbor muchâthat is until you realize he's none other than your city's beloved friendly neighborhood spider-man.
though your friendship is off to a rocky start, you're both quick to trust each other. though you do think midoriya hides things from you to protect you when all you want to do is protect him.
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chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4 (coming soon)
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fake it till you make it â pro hero!kaminari denki x quirkless!reader
synopsis: the company encourages it, after the first accidental incident. they see it as an opportunity to help denki grow, have a time in the limelight. they say it will encourage questions about him: who is this mystery person he spends his free time with? who is this mystery person he so publicly saved, with a romantic victory kiss?
itâs you. and no one can know.Â
youâre actually a coworker, working in PR for the same agency denki is under. heâd saved you once when he was off duty, but that was enough. the tabloids got ahold of a picture of the both of you, and from there denkiâs ratings skyrocketed. for the sake of both of your jobs, you play along. your identity is safe for now, so whatâs the harm?
content warnings: violence (reader is briefly held hostage)
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chapter 1 - and so it begins
Itâs 8 a.m. on a Monday and youâre actually looking forward to clocking in for your shift. This kind of excitement for the start of the week is new for you, and you know the stockholm syndrome-happiness-high that is the first couple of months at a new job will fade away soon. But for now, you cling to it.Â
Itâs hard not to like your job when your closest work friend happens to be a literal superhero.Â
Kaminari is waiting for you by the elevator, not bothering to hide his smug grin grins you jump in surprise upon seeing him. âGood morning, Y/N!â
âGood morning, Kaminari,â you reply, walking towards your desk, not at all surprised when he follows. âDid Missy pair us up again?â
He nods and sits in the empty chair next to your desk, idly spinning in it and watching you settle in for the day. âShe said youâre helping with my Instagram today. I donât see whatâs wrong with it, though!â
You glance over at Missyâs office a few feet away and see her wink at you before going back to typing on her computer, and you sigh. If Kaminari thinks his account looks okay, it probably means a lot of work for you.Â
âOkay, you know the drill. Write down your password and Iâll log in to get started.â You slide your sticky note set and a pen to him across your desk, watching as he scrawls down his password.Â
Over the past two weeks, youâve been paired up with Kaminari to work on his branding, and how he comes across on social media platforms and with news outlets. Youâre both relatively new to the company and around the same age, which you suspect is why Missy has paired you up for the remainder of the month.Â
The past few weeks of spending most of your days with each other made you fast friends, and it also made you knowledgeable about how predictable Kaminari is with his passwords.Â
âOkay, weâre changing this one too,â you tell him when he slides the sticky notes back to you. He groans and slides down in his chair a little. âIâm honestly surprised you havenât been hacked yet.â You donât need to look up from your computer to know heâs pouting at you. Heâs predictable in his mannerisms, too.Â
âWhat time is your shift over today?â Kaminari asks you as you write down his new password (Y/N0325isthebest*). Heâs been asking you this question every time you come into work and he gives you your assignment from Missy and Stardust, your boss, and his boss.Â
Heâs usually clocked in an hour before you for morning briefings, so he gets to relay information to you. Another way Missy has pushed you both to become friends. It annoyed you in the beginning, having to talk to someone on forced terms so early in the morning. But Kaminari has become a welcome presence and a good work friend.Â
â5 o'clock as always,â you tell him, yawning as you log onto his Instagram. You try to keep the grimace off your face. Itâs not the worst youâve seen, but you can tell heâs been running it all on his own.Â
He perks up at that, leaping up from his seat beside you. âMe too! Iâll walk you home today. Iâve been craving a donut from that shop near your apartment.âÂ
âOkay,â you agree, attention having been refocused onto the task at hand. Youâre already working on pitches for him and Missy to look over later. âSee you then.â
After he cheerfully says goodbye he leaves the little clutter of desks in the corner of the agency that is the PR and Marketing departments and takes off down the hall to where the other pro heroes sit, and you revel in the quiet around you. Youâre the only one at the desks for this part of the morningâmost of your other coworkers choose to come in later during the day and work the first half from home.Â
For this reason, Missy often invites you to eat lunch with her in her office. Normally everyone eats in the small breakroom, but since itâs just the two of you on Monday mornings, she started inviting you to her office.Â
Lunch comes faster than you expect, and passes just as quickly. You and Missy make small talk that quickly evolves into discussing pro-hero gossip. âOff the record, of course,â Missy says before saying anything too scandalous.Â
The new gossip you learn is enough to fuel your energy for the rest of the day, and before you know it youâre waiting for Kaminari outside the agency, idly looking through his updated Instagram to appreciate your work.Â
âY/N!â you glance up from your phone just as Kaminari reaches you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and guiding you down the street. Heâs in civilian clothing now, which is why you let him keep an arm around you. Youâve seen how sweaty he gets after patrol shifts, and you happen to value your work attire too much to let him stain you with sweat.
âHow was your patrol?â you ask him, slipping your phone back into your bag and turning to look at him as you walk. âSlow?â
He nods, patting you idly on the shoulder with the arm thatâs still around you. You donât even flinch when he shocks you a little, like when you reach for a shopping cart. Itâs become a habit at this point for you to expect it whenever he touches you, and it doesnât hurt enough for you to point it out. Kaminari isnât even aware he does it, you think.Â
Heâs telling you all about his shift, where he patrolled with his usual partner Nova (who was your first friend at the agency and whom you regularly had dinner with) and youâre listening attentively, not noticing someone coming up behind you.Â
You feel a tug at your bag, which makes you reflexively tug back and turn around, meeting the wild eyes of a man youâve never seen before. In the split second before he grabs you, you notice heâs holding a bag of vials and has a needle in his free hand.Â
Kaminariâs arm tenses around you, but it happens so quickly he isnât able to pull you back closer to him. The man yanks you away with surprising force, the both of you stumbling back several feet, his bag of vials clinking against your own bag. You push against him but freeze when you feel something sharp against your neck.Â
âDonât move,â he snarls, pressing his arm closer to you. âNobody move, and I wonât kill them.â His arm had sprouted what looked like thick spines, and one was pressing into your throat. He waved his other spined arm around, the vials clinking against one another. Someone screamed nearby, and you watched as people scattered away from you.
You look around wildly, doing your best not to press closer to the spine at your throat. In the commotion, youâd lost sight of Kaminari. Other people had pushed past you to get away from the spined man and you were several feet away from where youâd been earlier. You feel panic beginning to settle in.Â
âWhatâs the matter, no quirk to defend yourself with?â the man snarled into your ear, making you wince at his closeness. âI had that problem too until I woke up and realized!â he shouted the last part, raising the bag of vials high in the air. âThat they keep it from us! Rob us of this power!âÂ
And then you realize Kaminari is right in front of you. Heâd appeared so quietly you hadnât noticed, and you see the way his hands are raised slightly. But he doesnât have any of his gear, and he looks like heâs hesitating. You realize he doesnât want to shock you by mistake.Â
As discreetly as you can, you shake your head slowly at him. The man is now ranting about the government and its secrets, too busy trying to gather the attention of frightened people walking by to notice you signaling Kaminari. You hold up your hand slowly, making sure Kaminari can see you moving, and spread your hand out to make a five.
You wince again when the man jostles around, still ranting and waving his arm around. You use your body weight to turn you even further, so his back is to Kaminari. You count five seconds and shove his arm away from you as hard as you can, and lunge away from him as he tries to reach for you again.
Hoping youâd counted correctly, you land on your hands and needs and cover your head. You gasp when you feel the electricity coursing through the air, finding its target a mere inches away from you. The spined man screams and drops his bag of vials, which you discern from the sound of glass breaking.Â
You flinch and scream a little when you feel someone reach for your arms that are still covering your head, but you relax when you hear his voice. âItâs okay, Y/N.â
Kaminari gently helps you to your feet and you realize youâre shaking a little. You grip his arms for support. âAre you okay?â you ask hurriedly, still trying to catch your breath.Â
He nods, holding you tightly by your arms. âIâm fine. Are you?â he looks you up and down, looking for injuries.Â
âYeah,â you reply. âDid you get him?â youâre still facing away from him, and canât find the strength in you to look away from Kaminari, who you realize is standing very close to you. Way closer than youâve ever been to him.Â
He nods and tugs you a little closer until youâre almost leaning into him, until you can feel his breath on your face. His eyes dart down to your lips before looking back up to meet your gaze. And before you even realize what youâre doing, you lean in to press your lips against his.Â
Your grip on his arms loosens, and your hands travel up to his shoulders and neck as you kiss him. You hum in surprise when his grip on your arm tightens and he pulls you impossibly closer. As his hands start to travel down to your waist you break away from him, panting slightly.Â
He rests his forehead on yours, eyes half-lidded, cheeks and lips pink. You feel yourself get hot all over and you take a step back, pulling your hands away as realization starts to settle in.Â
Before you can even begin to apologize, Kaminari licks his lips and mumbles, âYour chapstick tastes nice.âÂ
His eyes move to focus on something behind you, and suddenly everything comes back into focus and you realize where you are. Kaminari's realization came a bit earlier because he was already guiding you to the ambulance you hadnât fully realized had arrived before you could say anything in response.Â
He makes sure you sit on the open bay of the ambulance and that a paramedic is there to check on you before he leaves. âIâll be back in a bit,â he tells you, squeezing your hands. You look down and realize heâs been holding them this entire time. âDonât move.â
The paramedic asks you questions as she examines you and you answer, but your eyes are following Kaminari as he moves around the scene, now closed off and bustling with police officers. Heâs in full hero mode now, giving his statement and walking with the officers to where the spined man is still toppled over, now in handcuffs and being carefully examined by a paramedic.Â
The paramedic checking on you gives you a salve for your hands, which instantly makes them feel better, and moves on to check on other people who are in the crowd. You move to make room but stay near the ambulance, remembering Kaminari told you to stay put.Â
True to his word, he jogs over to you a few minutes later, an officer in tow. âY/N, I have to stay for a bit longer, but Officer Aki will walk you the rest of the way home.â You nod, smiling at the officer as Kaminari pulls you away from the ambulance. His hands are warm against yours, and when you say goodbye and he slips them out of your grasp, you feel cold all over again.Â
You make it home safely, profusely thanking Officer Aki for walking you all the way. Itâs only when you unlock the door to your apartment that everything starts to settle in your mind, that it starts to feel more like a reality.Â
You kissed Kaminari. You kissed your best work friend, your clientâ
With a strangled gasp that sounds more like a groan of anguish, you collapse face-first onto your couch, letting yourself drown in your comforting blankets youâd left from the night before
Youâre so going to get fired tomorrow.Â
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fake it till you make it â pro hero!kaminari denki x quirkless!reader
synopsis: the company encourages it, after the first accidental incident. they see it as an opportunity to help denki grow, have a time in the limelight. they say it will encourage questions about him: who is this mystery person he spends his free time with? who is this mystery person he so publicly saved, with a romantic victory kiss?
itâs you. and no one can know.Â
youâre actually a coworker, working in PR for the same agency denki is under. heâd saved you once when he was off duty, but that was enough. the tabloids got ahold of a picture of the both of you, and from there denkiâs ratings skyrocketed. for the sake of both of your jobs, you play along. your identity is safe for now, so whatâs the harm?
contents: fake dating au, fluff, reader and denki are obliviously smitten w/ each other, mentions of blood/injuries, âwhy did you kiss me with tongue?â âcause it was kinda funnyâ
chapter 1 - and so it begins
chapter 2 -
chapter 3 -
chapter 4 -
chapter 5 -
authorâs note: i like to think about the logistics of hero agencies bc im a nerd: this also means I make my own rules so consider some of this canon divergent. so excited for this series!!
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spider boy promises â spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader
synopsis: youâre spider-manâs neighbor, his friend. but thereâs still secrets between the two of you, ones he refuses to share and ones youâre too scared to ask about in fear of him leaving. so they sit between you, festering and threatening to spill over. patched up and kept at bay by promises that might be left unfulfilled. PART 1 HERE
content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, angst
wc: 1.3k
authorâs note: part 2 of the spider boy series. thanks for all the love <3
You hold his hand until he falls asleep, brush away his tears. You cannot bring yourself to let go of even long after his breathing has evened out, after his face has melted to a more peaceful expression. His furrowed eyebrows smoothed out, lips almost tilted into a smile.
Midoriya started sleeping over more often, especially on days when he was not out patrolling and coming back to his quiet apartment bloody and bruised, patching himself up because he did not want to worry you. Even though you had insisted you did not mind, that you wanted to help him.
When you wake up, he is usually gone. In his place, you find a new spider sketch on your kitchen table. You had started a small collection, hanging them up on your fridge with the unused magnets that had been waiting for a purpose ever since you had moved in.
Knowing he would be gone in the morning meant you stared at him until sleep made your eyes heavy and took him away from you.
You fight it off as long as you can. But when the morning sun shines in your eyes and wakes you up, you realize your bed is still warm. And his hand is still in yours.
âYou stayed?â You asked before you even opened your eyes. Maybe this was a dream. A cruel dream where you were both free to stay under the covers all day, away from harm and the burdens of being a busy student and beloved vigilante.
âYeah,â he replied. âItâs Saturday.â
You opened your eyes at that. Saturday.
On Saturdays, Midoriya hardly went out. Police presence tended to be stronger, and he only went out if he was continuing something, following a lead, or if there was an emergency. That much he had shared with you, that much you knew.
Selfishly, you loved Saturdays.
He smiled at you when your eyes met his. âIs it okay that I stayed?â
You nodded.
His smile faltered, and he reached up to poke your cheek. âPromise?â
You smiled at his action. âPromise.â
You realized you had never lied to him before. Could he say the same about you?
The morning was spent inside, in pajamas, avoiding your phones and reminders of upcoming assignments. Moony slept on Midoriyaâs lap all through breakfast, and as you made pancakes for the both of you, you could hear him quietly cooing over her, whispering what a good cat she was.
Really. It was impossible for you not to develop feelings for him. You angrily flipped a pancake, exhaling through your nose strongly. This would be easier if your feelings were nonexistent.
He was no better later in the day, during your TV show catch-up time. Moony was off somewhere napping, so he seemed to seek a replacement. Something to do with his hands. An arm wrapped around your shoulder, a hand reaching for yours. His fingers idly traced your knuckles, intertwining with yours over and over. His eyes never left the TV screen.
You were a mess. You could feel your palms starting to sweat, but Midoriya either did not notice or chose not to mention it. So you melted into his touch, leaning onto his chest and watching the TV show you watched together, letting him play with your hand.
By the third episode, you had your head in his lap and he was braiding your hair.
âYour hair smells nice,â he said from above you. You could hear the smile in his voice.
âThanks.â
He hummed a response. You let your eyes close, the TV serving as the perfect background noise to pair with the soothing motions of Midoriya braiding your hair. You let sleep overtake you this time, welcomed it. He would be there when you woke up.
âââ * * * âââ
When you woke up a few hours later, you knew something is off.
You were in the same exact position, but the room was darker, the lights never turned on. You turned, adjusting yourself until you were facing the ceiling and Midoriya.
He was wearing his suit, mask still on. âMidoriya?â you asked. Patting his thigh frantically when he did not respond. âMidoriya?â
You sat up, the hand that was resting in your hair falling limp into his lap. You grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little, a lump forming in your throat and your eyes becoming blurry with tears. âMidoriya wake up. Midoriya Izuku wake the fuââ you break off with a startled gasp when he stirs, groaning.
âY/N?â
âThank god,â you said, pulling him forward and hugging him. âYou scared me, you little shit.â
âIâm sorry,â he said, pulling off his mask, nuzzling his face into your neck, and wrapping his arms around you to tighten the hug. âGot back really tired.â
You sighed, idly running a hand through his hair. âYouâre okay?â
You felt him nod, and then could actually feel him smile into your skin. âDid you use the full name card on me?â
You tugged at his hair, earning a surprised yelp. âIt worked, didnât it?â
He laughed, pulling away. Your smile fell the second you saw his face.
There were tear steaks cutting through a thin layer of dirt, and you watch as another falls and trails down his cheek. You wiped the other away and smiled sadly at him. âNeed help getting to your place?â
He shook his head. âIâm okay.â
Liar. You had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from saying it. You forced another smile and stood up. âOkay, then you can shower here. Chance for you to use my shampoo since you like it so much.â
The second you heard the shower turn on you opened your Spider-News tab and started scrolling, looking for any clues. It had become a horrible habit, but you could not help it. Your search was unsuccessful, though. There was no breaking news for you to discover, no sighting of Spider-Man at all that day.
So where the hell was he going?
âââ * * * âââ
You asked him three days later, when you found him curled up outside your bedroom door with Moony on a Tuesday morning. After making sure he was okay you scolded him for scaring you, and he was so ashamed he refused to meet your gaze.
âDidnât wanna wake you up,â he yawned. He was not hurt, but the bags under his eyes were more defined. âMoony kept me company.â An unhelpful meow from Moony, which you ignored. She spoiled him too much.
He insisted on making you breakfast before you left for class, and knowing he would keep insisting if you did not back down, you let him. You kept a watchful eye on him as he made your eggs, making sure he was wincing with certain movements or limping. But he looked perfectly fine.
âWhereâd you go?â
His back was turned away from you, so you could not see his expression. You were not sure if you preferred that.
âOut patrolling,â he said, turning the stove off and moving your eggs to a plate. âFollowing a lead.â
He sat down and ate with you, refusing to meet your gaze.
âWhy canât you tell me?â If you were going to ask, might as well push as much as you could.
âI want to,â he said, setting down his fork and finally looking up. His eyes were dull with weariness. None of the bright energy usually in them to be seen. âBut itâs too dangerous right now.â
âAre you being safe?â you said, trying hard to keep your voice from shaking.
He nodded. âPromise.â
Was he lying again?
âOkay. I trust you.â
Did you?
You stayed awake as long as you could that night, but you never heard him come back to his apartment, and he was not outside your bedroom door when you woke up the next morning either. You scrabbled to get dressed and rushed to the library, but every step you took away from your apartment filled your stomach with more and more dread.
He was not at your usual spot at the library. And you knew he would not be waiting in your kitchen when you got back.
So where the hell was he?
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sparring partner â pro hero!sero hanta x pro hero!reader
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âRough day?â
You sigh, not even bothering to turn towards the voice. âYep. You?â
âYeah,â Sero replies, grinning at you and taking his position behind the punching bag, bracing himself.
Itâs your second time seeing Sero at the gym that week, so you can only imagine how his weeks going. Yours, not so great.
You tell Serp about it as you hit the punching bag, and he adds in his own comments. You smirk when he actually stumbles back at one of your stronger kicks, and he just rolls his eyes at you.
You met him a year ago, when he was training by himself on one of the simulator dummies they had at the gym. He was beating the hell out of it, and you could tell he was bored. So you offered to spar with him. Offer him a real opponent.
Youâve worked out and sparred together at least once a week since then, catching each other up on gossip from your respective agencies.
âShe totally slept with her,â Sero said as you switched spots. Now it was your turn to listen as he hit. âThereâs just no way they havenât done it,â
âWhat are you, a teenager?â
You regret goading him, because he punches the bag harder than he normally does and itâs your turn to take a step back. âYou asshat.â
He laughs, and you have to look down at your shoes. The way his eyes crinkle up when he laughs, how wide his smile is, his goddamn eyesâitâs his fault you have a massive crush on him. Getting to punch him once a week definitely helps channel your rage about it.
Youâre looking forward to boxing with him and you hurry him along to the small ring in another one of the rooms. Heâs talking about an event he has to go to for his agency as you both put your gloves on, and youâre so focused on putting them on securely that you barely register the question he asks you.
âSo, want to be my plus one?â
You pause in the tightening of your gloves before maintaining your composure.
âTo the gala?â
âYeah! Could be fun. Thereâs an open bar, and a few other agencies go. Denki will be there, you can finally meet him and he can suck it because heâs convinced I made you up,â and heâs smiling at you again, and how can you say no to him when heâs looking at you like that?
âOkay, Iâll go with you,â you smile back at him. âIf you can get five hits on me.â
âYou better start planning your outfit,â Sero smirks, and you just laugh as you both make your way into the ring. âIâm going to date the hell out of you this weekend.â
âOh so itâs a date?â you ask, putting your arms up and raising your eyebrows at him. âThought I was your plus one?â
âMy special plus one,â he says, still smirking at you. âI look hot in a suit, thereâs no way youâll turn me down when I officially ask you out at the gala. Think of it as our warm up date.â
âFive hits,â you remind him. But you canât stop smiling and picturing him in a suit, because youâre positive he looks great in one. âIâll go easy on you.â
He takes you shopping later that week, and you pick out matching outfits for the gala, where he does ask you out and where he does âdate the hell out of you.â
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what are we? â todoroki shoto x reader
prompt: "i'm sick of playing this game with you." "what game?" "the game where we pretend we don't like each other." college au
word count: 530
âShotoâs coming.â
âShit.â
You scrambled to your feet from your previously comfortable position on the armchair, searching desperately for a way out. Tsyuyu just watched you from above her book, eyes crinkled with mirth.
âTsyuyu, do you know ifââ he stopped when he saw you, eyes narrowing. âWhatâre you doing?â
You crouched down further behind the armchair, as though you could disappear into the bookshelf behind you. âNothing.â
He paused and you stayed frozen in your position, waiting to see what heâd do. But he ignored you, turning back to Tsyuyu to ask about some homework problem theyâd been working on the day before.
They kept talking, Todoroki taking the armchair across from you next to her. Refusing to backdown and abandon your corner of the library, you settled back into your seat and went back to your book, soon becoming lost in it and forgetting he was even there.
Until you realized it was a bit too quiet, even for the library. Tsuyu usually listened to music, and her headphones were a little broken so you could always hear a little bit of it playing. But that familiar muted sound was gone. You put your book down and looked up to meet Todorokiâs gaze. He quickly looked away, back to his own book. But youâd caught him.
âWhatâre you looking at?â you snapped, face warming.
He didnât respond.
You huffed, picking your book back up. You considered leaving, but really, he should be the one to leave. This was your corner.
âIâm sick of playing this game with you,â he said. Just as you were getting back into your book. Really, the nerve of this boy.
âWhat game?â you asked, deciding to humor him.
âThe game where we pretend we don't like each other."
You nearly dropped your book. But your recovery was quick.
âLike you? Me?â you covered your smile with your hand.
But Todorokiâs gaze was unwavering. He furrowed his eyebrows a little, as though you were doing something confusing. He was the one being weirdâyour reaction was perfectly sane.
âYes.â
You stared back. If this was a challenge you werenât going to lose.
âAnd what makes you say that?â
âIf you wanted me gone you wouldâve gotten rid of me ten minutes ago.â
Itâd been ten minutes? Had you really been sitting peacefully with him for that long? Normally you couldnât go five minutes without squabbling with one another. It drove your friends crazy.
You couldnât really remember when it had started, only that you werenât going to be the one to back down.
But this had caught you off guard, and you saw Todorokiâs eyes flicker with amusement as he stared back at you. âRealizing, are we?â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â you huffed, picking your book up and holding it over your face to hide from his view. Was it warm in here?
âOkay,â Todoroki said. Was he smiling? Why could you hear it in his tone? âThen you wonât mind if I stay?â
âDo what you want,â you replied, waving a hand at him. Still not trusting yourself to put the book down.
âI always do.â
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spider boy â spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader
synopsis: Â youâve talked to your neighbor a few times before and have waved at him on campus. But youâve noticed he keeps really weird hours, sometimes hearing him go into his apartment at ungodly hours of the night. So when spider-man enters your apartment one night, itâs easy for you to connect the dots from there.Â
content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, hints of angst, hurt/comfort
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authorâs note: I believe in spider-man!deku supremacy :)
part 1 of the spider boy series
âSpider-man does it again! Only three blocks from the UA university campus, the masked heroââ
âYouâre a spider-man fan?â
You jumped, almost dropping your phone and falling off of the bench in the process.Â
âMidoriya! You scared me.â
He laughed and you paused the video you were watching, a news clip from this morning. He settled down beside you on the bench, taking a sip of his iced coffee as he did.Â
âYeah, I guess I am a fan,â you said. âCampus PD sucks and I think itâs funny a spider guy is more reliant than all of them put together.â
You both shared a laugh.Â
âI have to get to class,â Midoriya sighed, not making any movements to get up from the bench. âHowâs Moony?â
âSheâs great, thanks for asking,â you said, smiling back at him. Because Midoriya was the definition of a perfect neighbor. He had introduced himself when you first moved in and he saw the small cat carrier with a little black kitten, Moony, inside of it. From there it had been a pleasant acquaintanceship between the two of you.Â
âIâll see you later, then,â he said, really standing up this time. âBye!â
You waved goodbye as he left, then turned back to the video.Â
A thief had been running loose on campus for the last week, snatching cell phones and wallets from unsuspecting students on their way to class. Campus PD had found the thief this morning, literally on their doorstep with a sticky note that had a spider sketch stuck on his face.Â
A smaller feat of Spider-Manâs, but a good one nonetheless.Â
During your first lecture of the day you could see other people were watching the same video and reading the accompanying article. It was the first time Spider-Man had acted so close to campus, practically on the grounds of it considering where he had turned in the thief.Â
The person in front of you had a Reddit post pulled up, and you had to bite your cheek to refrain from laughing as you read the title. Spider boy or whatever is totally a UA student. Hereâs my proof!!!!
Finding the professorâs lecture increasingly dry and dull, you decided to pull up the Reddit tab on your own laptop so you could read it, too.Â
By the time the lecture was over you had read the entire post (it was surprisingly long) and all of the comments underneath it, half-convinced of the theory yourself. It made some reasonable argumentsâSpider-Man stuck to the surrounding city, usually went around at night, rarely seen throughout the dayâkeeping with the schedule of a college student. Sticking to the surrounding city pointed to the fact that he lived near campus. And the latest crime heâd solved was the cherry on top, because the alerts about it had gone out to all campus members since the incidents were contained to the campus.Â
The dull lecture came with dull readings, which you idly flipped through later that night. It was nearing 1 am, but sleep had not yet found you, and even the reading was not putting you to sleep.Â
You mustâve dozed off on your tiny kitchen table, Moony curled up on the chair next to you, because her surprised meow and the sound of a door closing close by woke you up a few hours later. Your phone lit up with an email notification (professors were truly unhinged with their work hours) and you were able to see the time without lifting your head up from the table. 4 am.Â
The door that had closed and woken you and Moony up had been Midoriyaâs, you realized even in your half-asleep state. Occasionally the sound would wake you up, but you never minded it much and usually rolled over and fell back asleep.Â
This time you had to drag yourself over to your bed, and you could vaguely hear Midoriya moving around next door. What business he had this early in the morning you never knew. He seemed pretty normal, and you always assumed he was fond of late library study sessions. Even if it was not exactly exam season. But then again, he was a biochem major, you mused.Â
You fell asleep wondering about this and woke up five hours later to the sound of your blaring alarm. It snapped you awake, enough to hear a thud from next door. Did Midoriya fall out of bed?
The day passed as usual. You went to class, took half-hearted notes (it was hard to focus at this point in the semesterâeveryone was already burnt out) came home and ate dinner with Moony, and cuddled up on the couch together to do your readings.Â
This time you were ready to pass out outside of the warm embrace of your bed, so youâd done your nightly routine and brought over blankets to the couch, ready for sleep to come whenever it was ready.Â
The sound that woke you up this time was much louder. And Moony hissed.Â
She never hissed.Â
You froze from your curled-up position on the couch, eyes still heavy with sleep and senses scrambling to catch up with your brain and racing heart. The coffee table was right across from you, and by some miracle, youâd been sipping on a lemonade earlierâone in a glass bottle.Â
As swiftly as you could, you untangled yourself from the blankets and grabbed the lemonade bottle, wielding it in front of you like a sword.
It slipped from your grasp when you saw who was standing in front of you, next to your open window you always kept closed, scared Moony would climb out.Â
As if on reflex, as if he expected you to drop your weapon, Spider-Man shot a web just as it slipped from your fingers, catching it in his hands before you could even register you had dropped it.
Moony, who had been very annoyed at being woken up just a minute ago, was now rubbing her head on his shins affectionately.Â
âMoony,â you whispered. âGet away from him.â
âItâs okay!â Spider-Man said, mirroring your whisper. âIâm not here to hurt anyone.â
You narrowed your eyes. âThen why did you break into my apartment?â You looked around for your phone, or another potential weapon. Instead, your gaze found the small digital clock you kept on a shelf near the door, the bright green numbers clearing away the fogginess of sleep.Â
It was 4am.Â
You could not help the gasp that escaped you.Â
âMidoriya?â
The effect was instantaneous. Spider-Manâs entire body language changed, that much you could tell, even in the dark. He took a step away from you, back toward the window, shoulders tense.Â
âWhat?â he said. Trying hard to keep his voice steady, even deepening it a little. But you knew it was him.Â
âDid you think this was your apartment?â You were connecting the dots now. âThis is why you always come back so late.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he said, inching towards the window. âI just got a little lost. Thought this place was empty.â
âYouâre bleeding,â you said, pointing at the gash in his arm as though he had not noticed it himself. âWhyâre you bleeding?â
Moony meowed, as though echoing your question. She was still close to him, and leaned forward to rub her head against his shin again.Â
This seemed to break himâhis shoulders drooped and he let out a long exhale. He reached up and pulled the mask off, and you gasped again.Â
The left side of his face was covered in bruises, his eye starting to swell a bit. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, glancing down at Moony.Â
âSmart cat. She recognized me.â You winced and instinctively moved toward him when he tried to smile and grimaced at the action.Â
âSit down, please,â you said, remembering to speak quietly. âYou canât die in my apartment. You canât.â
âI wonât,â he said, letting you manhandle him into sitting on the couch. âPromise.â
âIf you thought this was your apartment youâre definitely concussed,â you said, reaching up to move his curls aside, careful not to touch his face. The bruises covered his entire left side, also the side his arm was bleeding. âWhat happened to you?â
You snatched your hand away when he realized he was frozen, eyes to the side where your hand was.Â
âI got thrown into a wall,â he said, smiling again. A smaller grimace this time. âIâm really sorry.âÂ
âYouâre sorry for being thrown into a wall?â You shuffled to the kitchen to grab the tiny first aid kit you kept there. It was dusty and unused and consisted mainly of bandaids, something you started laughing at a little hysterically as you opened it on the couch, in between you and Midoriya. Heâd leaned back onto the couch, breathing evened out. He was lying so still you thought he was sleeping, until he turned his head to see what you were laughing at.Â
âI only have bandaids,â you said, still laughing a little. âIâm sorry.â
âOh,â he said. âOh, I didnât meanâŚâ he started laughing. Quietly, then a little louder until you were both giggling and suppressing loud laughs.Â
âItâs okay,â he said, catching his breath again. âCan you help me get to my place? Iâm used to patching myself up.âÂ
It took five minutes, but eventually, you both managed to get out your front door, coaxing Moony to stay inside. Midoriya had one of his arms draped around your shoulder, keeping him upright. He had reassured you plenty of times as you both shuffled out the door that he was fine, he had been through worse. Which only made you feel worse.Â
His apartment was the exact same layout as yours, though a little messier, which he apologized for. There were notes all over his kitchen table, his couch was covered in blankets. You had a feeling he was prone to falling asleep all over his apartment like you did. Â
âThank you,â he said once he had settled down on his couch. âIâm really sorry, again.â
âI know,â you said, sitting down beside him. You stared at the clock directly across from you, above his small TV. âIâm sorry for figuring out who you are.â
Another small laugh from him. âSâokay.â he shifted to look at you, and you mirrored him. It would have felt awkward being this close to someone you knew more in passing a day ago, but you felt as though this entire experience had automatically made the two of you friends. A trauma bond, of sorts. âYou wonât tell anyone?â
You smiled back at him. âPromise.â
You didnât remember getting back to your apartment, only that it took a lot of convincing on Midoriyaâs part. The second you woke up (on your couch) you rushed to get out the door and knock on Midoriyaâs until he opened, if anything to confirm you had not dreamed anything that had happened. But before you could get your slippers on, you saw a small note on the floor in front of the door.Â
Two spiders drawn holding hands, with âfriends?â written underneath.
You slid it back under his door with your own addition â a drawing of a cat and âfriendsâ written underneath his question.Â
âââ * * * âââ
âTrauma bond?â
âYeah,â you said, shoving at his shoulder and ignoring his fake wince. âAm I wrong?â
âNo,â he agreed, petting a meowing Moony in his lap. He was frowning down at her, and you had been around him long enough to know something was wrong.Â
It had been over a month since the break-in incident (which Midoriya was still apologizing for) and you had grown used to each otherâs company. It had started off smallâseeing him in the library during the day, studying quietly next to him. Stifling your laughter when he slid a spider doodle across the table to you.Â
After that, you noticed him around campus more often. You had always greeted him when he crossed your path, stopping to make small talk. But now you actually talked about things of substance. Setting up study sessions, inviting him over to play with Moony, exchanging recipes and even starting to cook at each otherâs apartments.Â
âIs my pasta not good?â you said. Moony meowed, echoing your question from his lap.Â
âIt could use some pepper,â he said, smiling teasingly at you. âNo, itâs good. Just a rough night.â
âWanna talk about it?â you said.Â
âSâokay,â he said. âWeâre trauma bonded enough.â You felt a pang of guilt at the sadness in his tone.Â
âMidoriyaââÂ
âThank you for the pasta,â he said. âI can help with the dishes.â
âIâm sorry,â you said. âYou know weâre friends friends, right?â
He nodded. âIâm messing with you.â
âYou little shit!â he laughed as you set your dishes down in the sink, shoving him slightly. He smiled slyly at you. He seemed like the perfect boy next door, but he was really a little shit. And he was the perfect boy next door.Â
âI havenât heard you come back late in a while,â you said. He turned to look at you from his place at the sink, eyebrows raised.Â
âYou wait up for me?â
âNo!â you said indiginantly. âIt just used to wake us up.âÂ
âReally? Iâm sorry.â
âSâokay,â you said. âBut you have to wake me up if youâre hurt really bad, okay? Even if itâs just to sit with you.â
A small noise of acknowledgement from Midoriya.Â
âWhat was that?â
âPromise.âÂ
Satisfied, you got up from your place at the table, letting him finish up the dishes. âAre you going out tonight?â
âYeah,â he said. âSorry in advance about the early morning wake up call.â
He still would not tell you where he went. But the news reports the next day served as the answers to your questions. A crime solved here, a criminal turned in there. The Spider-Man news page, ran by dedicated fans, was bookmarked on your computer and one of your most visited tabs. On nights when you couldnât sleep and didnât know where he was, you would refresh it every few minutes, waiting for an update.Â
Sometimes he would go during the day, and when you would get back from class he would be there on your couch with Moony, napping. You would sit on the opposite end and wait for him to wake up, then decide on what to make for lunch together. Not talking about the new bruise on his arm or the new cut on his leg. If he brought it up you knew it was okay to talk about it, but usually you both talked about normal topics. Avoiding the giant spider in the room.Â
âAll done!â he said, falling down on the couch beside you. Reaching to pet Moony, who was cuddled up on your lap. Arm muscles flexing, hands softly running through Moonyâs fur. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how jacked he was. Especially when he was literally always stripping in your apartment, changing from his suit into his regular clothes. Letting you sneak glances at his back, his chest.Â
âTake a nap,â you blurted. âIf youâre going to be out tonight. You need to rest.â
âI will,â he said, smiling up at you. âDonât worry.â
âIâm not!â you said, huffing. âYou better not visit me tonight. I expect you to kick ass and come back with no injuries.â
ââKay,â he said. âSee you tomorrow?â You nodded and watched him dramatically sigh, throwing his head back on the couch before getting up and shuffling to the door.Â
The rest of your evening was spent anxiously trying to distract yourself. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your head, in the pit of your stomach. After finishing your homework and realizing it was hours before your usual bedtime, you cleaned your apartment. Reorganized, moved things around.Â
You decided to settle on the couch for the night. Better place to hear Midoriya come back.Â
The sound that jolted you awake a couple hours later was louder than usual, and it woke you up quicker. A quick glance at your clock let you know it was only 1am.
âMidoriya?â you said quietly, sitting up. âYou okay?â
He was standing near your window, at almost the exact same spot as a month before, when he had first broken in.Â
âNo,â he said. Voice hoarse and almost too quiet for you to hear.Â
You were up and leading him over to the couch in an instant. His mask was already off, clutched in between his fingers
âAre you hurt?â you said, patting down his arms and running your fingers over his face softly, scared to touch a bruise or aggravate a cut. A shake of his head.Â
You gently took the mask from him, setting it down on the coffee table with one hand, the other gripping his hands tightly. âWant to talk about it?â
He nodded, squeezing your hands back. âLater.â
âOkay,â you said, scooting closer to him on the couch so your shoulders pressed together. âIâm here, okay? Itâs okay.â
You were ready when his shoulders started shaking and he slid into your hug, staining your shirt with his tears. You ran your hands through his hair, rubbing your fingers along the nape of his neck. Repeating the phrase over and over until it felt like you were trying to convince yourself of the same thing.Â
The bruises were on his side this timeâno cuts deep enough to warrant him going back to his apartment to patch himself up. You helped him get his suit off slowly. The tears hadnât stopped, and yours had started fifteen minutes after his. It hurt to see him like this and not know how to help. Knowing all you could do was help him get back to his apartment and keep his secret.
âCan I stay?â he said. He was holding the top half of his suit to his chest, hugging it.Â
âYeah, course you can,â you said. âIâll get you some clothes.â
Moony walked out of your room with an annoyed meow. She had been sleeping, but once she spotted Midoriya she happily sauntered over, already purring.Â
Once he had changed into the clothes his eyes started to droop, and you started convincing him to sleep in your room. He kept shaking his head, until he finally told you, âDonât want to be alone.âÂ
âOkay, Iâll stay with you,â you said. Slipped out so easily you had no time to realize you had said it until he nodded and you were walking into your room and settling under the covers, Midoriya turning to face you, lashes wet with tears.
âIâm not leaving,â you said, reaching to intertwine your fingers with his. âYouâre okay. Weâre okay.â
He blinked slowly at you, sleep making his eyes heavy. âPromise?â
âPromise.â
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touchy â roommate!hinta shoyo x readerÂ
wc: 847
It was getting a little concerning.Â
Hinata had moved in three months ago, but it wasnât like he was a total stranger. Youâd known him for a couple of years beforehand, and when you were both looking for roommates during college, it seemed like the obvious choice just to get an apartment together.Â
And he was the perfect roommate. Which really just made this all the more upsetting for you.Â
You really didnât want to move out or have to search for another place to live. But if Hinata kept touching you like he was doing right now, you were inevitably going to develop a massive crush on him. You would have to move continents in order to maintain the friendship and not completely embarrass yourself.Â
Heâd always been very affectionate, even before you lived together. Always greeting you with a hug, slinging an arm over your shoulders when you were standing close to him, holding hands in crowded spaces. But ever since youâd become roommates, heâd gotten even more⌠touchy. And the worst part was that you were enjoying it. Had come very accustomed to it.Â
Before he left for his morning runs, right around the time youâd wake up to start your day, you could expect a morning hug. It didnât matter that you hadnât even brushed your teeth yet, that your hair was messy and all over the place, and that you were wearing a raggedy old t-shirt as pajamas. Hinata would smile that goddamn perfect smile at you and hug you for a few seconds before leaving.Â
And when he came back. Oh god. When he came back all sweaty and flushed heâd give you another hug, and youâd complain about how sweaty he was but never pull away, and heâd laugh before going off to shower and leaving you to finish your breakfast. And then heâd come and sit right next to you at the kitchen table to eat his own breakfast, literally pressed right next to you despite the other side of the table being completely empty. Lately, heâd gotten into the habit of resting his head against your shoulder while he ate, claiming he was tired from getting up so early to run. You suspected this was a lie since he was clearly a morning person, but youâd never shove him off.Â
You cooked side by side. Folded laundry side by side. Watched movies on the couch every Friday night, even if Hinataâs friends invited him out to parties. When you asked why he wouldnât go, heâd shrug and say, âItâs our movie night.â
While you were both in classes, your side felt cold. Empty. Like your body was having tiny withdrawals of the heat that Hinataâs body gave off. Except even after classes, Hinata would appear to walk home with you, slinging an arm across your shoulder, and telling you about his classes that day.Â
But right now is when you had decided this was getting concerning.Â
It was Saturday morning. So the night before had been movie night, and youâd both stayed up way too late binging old animated movies and fallen asleep on the couch together. You mustâve fallen asleep first because you didnât remember even finishing the movie you were on. And Hinata mustâve been too lazy to take you both to your own beds (something heâd done before) because when you woke up you were practically lying on top of him, one of his arms around your waist and legs tangled together.
It shouldâve been uncomfortable, falling asleep on the couch that barely fit you both. But he was impossibly warm, and he was still sleeping, his warm exhale tickling your face. And he looked so peaceful.Â
And then realization settled in, and you realized how you were literally pressed up against him, youâd slept together (not in that way, but still) and you tried to get up off the couch without falling off of it or waking Hinata up.Â
He mumbled something, making a noise of indignation (dare you call it a whine?) before pulling you closer, so your head was tucked under his chin. âDonât wanna get up.â
You exhaled a laugh, smiling when he wiggled because of your breath hitting his neck. You were about to settle back in and go to sleep when he poked your side, making you laugh again.Â
âStop tickling me,â you exhaled, with more breath than necessary to make him laugh again. âI thought you were sleepy?â
âNot anymore,â he yawned, still not letting go of your waist or making any movements to get up. âBut I still donât wanna get up.âÂ
And it just felt right, to be cuddled together like this on the couch you shared, in your apartment. The fear of what it meant was melting away, and all you could think about was how warm Hinata was, how secure you felt with his arms around you. How you always felt safe around him.Â
Youâd have to bring it up eventually, you knew that. But for right now, none of it mattered too much.
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