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You Can't Swim??

SUMMARY: The Octotrio don't know that you have never learned to swim. And you went to a beach. What could go wrong? WORD COUNT: 1.9k (I need to sleep)

WARNINGS: Floyd almost let you drown, reader kind of gets panic attacks? Idk (I'm the writer I should know, someone hit me), reader thinks about whacking Floyd, Azul is genuinely in love, Azul is also very traumatized I think, Azul overthinks A/N: Gotta love how I have no warnings about Jade I- Gotta love getting a fic idea about me being unable to swim- And I've had this thought swimming (lol) in my thoughts for a couple of days?? Idk if reader is the significant other of these guys or just besties. I think it leans toward s/o though This reads like a crack fic to me but honestly make sure you know how to swim so you don't die (i don't but that's not the point here) Maybe OOC Jade because he hides himself too well for me to get an accurate read on personality lmfao When Jade is genuinely sweet but the others are unhinged so naturally the unhinged ones are longer- I'm sorry I get no decent ideas for Jade </3 Another late late night post (it's 1:50 AM)

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You had never learned to swim. It wasn't that you were afraid, really. It was just that you had passed the age where people normally learned, and now you were too lazy to and/or didn't have enough time. Whatever excuse to stop a nagging person.

Now, this wouldn't have been a problem if you never went anywhere near bodies of water. Which you mostly didn't. However, knowing merfolk was not the best idea if you didn't know how to swim.

Now you have gone to the beach with him, and that probably wasn't the best idea for either of you.

Floyd Leech

You had been sitting on the beach near the water, absently looking over some shells as Floyd splashed around deeper in the ocean. The shells really were interesting - nothing like the ones where you had come from (although they had some similarities) and were colorful. So many shapes and varieties, although most were not intact.

You had been so engrossed in this, in fact, that you hadn't realized Floyd had been sneaking up on you. Before you could say another word, he playfully dragged you into the water. While you were fully clothed.

You weren't expecting to go into the water, but you should've known better with Floyd. He was playful and loved to do stuff like this. Usually if Azul was around, he'd have done something… But he wasn't here.

Before you knew it, you were deeper in the ocean than you ever had been before, courtesy to the teal-haired boy swimming and dragging you along. You flailed around a bit, eyes wide in panic. You were, quite honestly, terrified. And it obviously didn't help when Floyd just immediately let you go.

Was he an idiot or was he an idiot?

"Floyd-" You got out before coughing as water shot up your nose, still flailing miserably. It didn't work. You didn't know what to do. Surely, Floyd would help… If he realized what was going on. No matter what you thought, he was bright, wasn't he?

Not bright enough, it seemed, as he was still laughing and not realizing how actually panicked you were.

"Koebi-chan, you look so ridiculous like that," he laughed, almost in hysterics, and you would've smacked him if you weren't so close to actually dying.

And then you sunk.

Your desperate attempts to go to the surface were pointless as you didn't even know how to float or move around in the water.

After a few seconds, Floyd finally noticed you were gone and quickly dove under the surface. Maybe you were trying to get him back?

But his gaze immediately widened as he saw you literally sinking to the ocean floor. His eel tail moved quickly, almost without thinking as he shot to grab you and take you up, up, up so you could actually breathe.

When you came to, you were on the sandy beach again, Floyd leaning over you. His eyes, normally filled with a joking light, were unusually subdued.

"Koebi-chan, why didn't you tell me you couldn't swim?" A pout grew on Floyd's face. "If I knew, I wouldn't have-"

"Yes you would have. We would still be here, just having a different conversation."

"But-"

"No buts."

"I would've made it more fun-"

"Drowning in the ocean is the opposite of fun, Floyd-"

~Bonus because I don't know how to fit one into the story~ "I can teach you how to swim. You just go whoo and let your body move. Y'know. Like dancing." "No, I don't know, Floyd, and this is not going to help me with anything-"

Jade Leech

Jade had been spending his time on the beach with you, but you were almost certain that he wanted to be swimming in the ocean. It was his natural element, after all.

"Jade, you sure you don't want to go in the water?"

"I'm fine staying here with you, [Y/N]." He gave you a soft smile.

You shook your head. "We've come all the way here, you might as well go swim." You gave him a gentle nudge.

"Well, I'd like you to come with me, if that is possible?" He watched you quietly. "You never go swimming with me."

You paused. Although it was sweet that he wanted you to go with him… "No, I don't think so…" You trailed off. You never liked telling people that you couldn't swim. At this point, it was embarrassing.

The pair of heterochromia eyes staring at you only left you feeling more jittery. "…I, er… I can't swim. So going into the ocean with you sounds kind of like… A bad idea." You froze. "Did you use your Signature Spell on me?"

"Of course not, [Y/N]." Jade stared at you with eyes of hurt, one that looked almost identical to that of his twin's. Only, it was almost obvious that Jade didn't mean the hurt in his eyes. "You just trust me enough to say things to me."

You couldn't deny the truth there. You trusted Jade. "And you wouldn't use your Signature Spell on something so trivial, would you?"

"No, I would not." He shrugged. "On a different note, I can help you learn how to swim."

"I really don't need it-"

"What if someone tries to hurt you one day and they know your weakness?"

"Why would-"

"It's an example, [Y/N]. But if that person decides to do that, you wouldn't be able to do anything. So I should help you in case that scenario occurs."

You sighed softly. "Fine, I guess I can take lessons from you… If it's not too much of a hassle."

"Of course it would not be a hassle or anything of the sort." Jade inclined his head. "All to help you stay safe."

The day went on with Jade helping you learn the basics of swimming - he was a good teacher, which you were happy about. He was patient, and always was there if you ever started to panic.

"We wouldn't want you getting scared of the ocean now, would we?"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had gotten used to you after a couple months. Sure, he hadn't opened up to many people in a while (only Floyd and Jade, but they also teased him constantly about everything, so), but you were soothing and nice. Sure, you teased him sometimes, but it was different. It didn't feel mean, you stopped as soon as you noticed him looking a little uncomfortable, and… He honestly felt like he could open up about anything.

So when it was decided that you two were going to the beach - together - alone? It kind of made him very messed up.

Would you like being at the beach with him? He wasn't completely against showing his octopus form… Would you want him to swim with you? Was he even ready for that?

Those thoughts led him down a spiral, and the day you two were to go, he had bags under his eyes and looked like he was half-dead.

You gently nudged him, murmuring how he should've tried to get more sleep for this day supposedly filled with fun, but he just shrugged.

Soon, you were at the beach, and as Azul saw your smiling face, his gaze softened a little. He loved seeing your happy face.

"C'mon!" You grabbed Azul's hand as you started to run to the water, ignoring his surprised stumbling as he was dragged along. He had a light flush on his cheeks that he was glad you couldn't see.

Soon, you had reached the edge of the water, splashing around in your sandals. It was really fun, even though you knew that you were going to be getting sand in your toes later on.

Azul just kind of watched on, a relaxed expression on his face. This really was soothing… Although he was still thinking about if the Mostro Lounge would be okay with him gone. Surely Jade would do something if Floyd got into trouble… Hopefully. And hopefully, no more dishes would break.

"What are you looking so glum for?" Your voice brought him back to his senses.

"Nothing, just hoping that Jade and Floyd can take care of things at the Mostro Lounge." He sighed softly.

"Oh, I'm sure they'll be fine. Jade's there, right?"

"He can cause as much trouble as Floyd, you know. Although he won't be outright about it." Azul shook his head, a small frown on his face.

"C'mon, turn that frown upside down." You moved closer to him, gently squishing his cheeks. "Today is for having fun, Azul."

"Yes, yes, I know." Azul couldn't help himself; he let out a soft laugh. A genuine one.

You smiled brightly. "You aren't charging me for hearing your little cute laugh?"

"I will charge you if you call it cute."

"Of course you will." You rolled your eyes before abruptly changing the subject. "So are you not going to swim?"

Azul paused. Did you want him to swim? To see his true form? There was an even chance. What should his answer be? "Er… I don't know?"

"Of course you don't have to, Azul, I just thought… I mean, there's no one around." You shrugged a little.

And now more pressure on Azul. Great. He was used to dealing with pressure, yes. Just not this kind from you. "Er… Would you come swim with me?" If you were with him, then maybe…

"No." Your lips parted, maybe to offer an explanation, but it was too late.

Azul was in a downward spiral. Why had you said no? Perhaps octopi merfolk were really too much. Perhaps you would rather be with someone with a pretty tailfin than tentacles. Or maybe a human, one of your own kind. Who said that you even liked him at all? Perhaps you were only with him out of pity, because he was that useless, chubby, good-for-nothing-

"Azul? Azul, are you listening to me?"

He snapped back to attention.

"Seriously, are you okay? Did you seriously get enough sleep last night?" You sighed.

"That's none of your-"

"It is if you're literally zoning out every five seconds." You rolled your eyes. "And anyway, I was just saying that I kind of can't go deeper into the ocean where you probably feel comfortable swimming. Because I can't swim." You shrugged nonchalantly.

But for Azul, it felt like a figurative bomb had been dropped.

You? Couldn't swim? Now that he thought about it, it did make sense… How you always looked so awkward and uncomfortable with water, especially when you came to the Octavinelle dorm. But seriously? How could you not know how to swim?

"Is not knowing how to swim… Normal?"

"Definitely not." You rolled your eyes. "But I'm just too lazy to learn now. And I have no time."

"You do if you have time to scroll on Magicam." Finally, Azul felt a bit better. At least you didn't hate him.

"And this time, I'll teach you how to swim. I'll even do it free of charge." Azul shook his head. "Seeing as I'm so generous."

"You sound like headmage Crowley."

"Do be quiet."

Azul was a pretty good teacher. He ended up not turning into his octopus form until nearly the end of the day, you were practicing your swimming and then just playing around on the sand, building sand castles, anything that you might do at a normal beach outing.

His octopus form was beautiful (as expected), and although you couldn't go to deeper waters, you enjoyed seeing him swim around, always eventually coming back to you.

"Today was truly relaxing, [Y/N]. We should do this again another time."

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Just Like Animals

SUMMARY: Floyd isn't what he appears to be on the outside. WORD COUNT: ~300

WARNINGS: Basically yandere/possessive/jealous Floyd, NOT FLUFF, Floyd being genuinely scary to everyone except you, Grim please be careful, Floyd hurting someone (implied??), scary ending (to me, I'm weak) A/N: When I say Floyd is one of my fav characters (was my first pick at the start, now Azul is my first) yet I still knew I had to write this- I could most definitely make a whole series out of this with yandere TWST boys but I'm tired and lazy (I absolutely want to do the Octavinelle trio because I'm biased but I also don't have time) (I can 100% see Jade being creepier than Floyd but I don't think my "I get scared when watching horror movies" self could handle it) I casually wrote this in under 30 minutes hahaha I need sleep and to do my homework Song this is based from is: Animals by Maroon 5

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Floyd had never stuck you as the possessive type. Or the jealous type.

But you couldn't deny that you felt a bit relieved when he offered to 'squeeze' whoever hurt you.

You knew he was good at protecting you, after all.

What you didn't know was the nature of how he looked after you.

You thought it was normal, but it clearly wasn't to others.

No one was hurting Floyd's koebi-chan, and everyone knew it.

Not even Jade or Azul could get away with doing anything to you. If they even touched a singular hair on your head… Pretty things wouldn't happen.

And if it was anyone else, worse things would definitely occur.

He was always in a good mood with you - but when he was away from you, his moods were often sour.

He was such a lighthearted goofball when he was with you that you found yourself forgetting how dangerous he could be.

You had seen him almost hurt Grim once because "he had been too rude to you" (you were used to it at this point, there was no use in hurting the furball).

Every time you even tried to be friendly to another human, Floyd was always there, almost like he was claiming you as his.

He was always there, always with you.

It got to the point where it could be seen as creepy.

Still, you brushed it off as it was just Floyd. He was always like that.

Then one day, you woke up, freezing as you felt someone beside you in your bed. You turned to see a mop of teal hair. It made you feel sick, almost like you were going to throw up.

Why was he here, in your room - laying so close to you? What was going on?

Floyd nuzzled into you, holding you close to his chest. His special treasure.

"I'm never letting you go, koebi-chan~"

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Surprises, Surprises

SUMMARY: Azul is full of surprises, and you are too. WORD COUNT: 2.1k (wow)

WARNINGS: Trans male reader (he/him pronouns), canon divergent (it branches off after the prologue), Azul being Azul, insecurities (mostly Azul), mentions of dysphoria, mentions of transphobia, mentions of periods & period products

A/N: Give me more trans & male readers because games like this are never given enough of that- (especially in otome-like games) I apologize if this became really OOC but I uh. I tried. I haven't written for months- (this whole thing reads like a crack fic to me even though I was 100% serious while writing) Uh anyways so maybe this won’t be relatable for most but this is how I view my non-cisness. If this gives anyone dysphoria I’m sorry because I genuinely haven’t written for non-gender-neutral readers in a while (and I always used to write only fem readers) so uh. This is basically a self-indulgence fic because Azul is one of my favs. I love the three Octavinelle boys- My summary-making skills are dying guys

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You never expected to land in a school for… boys. Obviously, since you were magicked away by some external force, it would seem odd that the magic that had isekai’d you would automatically put you in a school with hordes of cisgender men. I mean, technically the magic should categorize you as female, right? Not that you were complaining, of course, it just didn’t make much sense to your head. Hey, at least the Dark Mirror is supportive…?

Truthfully though, you were glad. And you quickly fitted into your weird life with stranger and stranger people. They never suspected that you were anything other than a cis male. How could they when you never said anything, and you were more confident by the minute? Sure, sometimes it felt like there was something off about you… But they always tried to rationalize it.

It helped that Ace, Deuce, and Grim, the three who were always with you, didn’t seem to be very bright. Of course you loved them, but they definitely needed to study more on their tests and exams. You had had enough with the scoldings from all of the teachers, especially with Grim. Of course, since you were technically half of a student, you had to get scolded alongside the little furball.

Classes that didn’t involve the use of magic went fairly well for you. Especially since Grim didn’t get the chance to mess things up (at least, not often).

Even though you didn't have magic, you could at least try to stop Grim from doing the obviously wrong thing during class (such as dozing off, pouring the wrong thing into a mixture, etc).

The one thing you were glad about in this whole mess of things was Sam. He helped you get period products (for a reduced price as he knows you're going to be coming often anyways). Anytime someone asked about it, you always brushed it off as nothing. Obviously you weren't going to tell them and get a fallout from that. Sam was basically the only person who had known that you were biologically a girl, out of necessity. At least he understood and was supportive.

As you blearily walked through the halls of Night Raven College, you sighed softly. You could never get used to the throngs of people in the many hallways that led to class. It was definitely one of the biggest schools that you had attended. And the fact that you always had to get woken up by Grim yelling at you… It sucked.

In your half-asleep state, you didn't notice a boy with a slightly eccentric gray jacket striding toward you. Not surprisingly, you bumped into him and lost your balance. You mumbled a small apology as you caught yourself, eyes flickering up to meet his gaze.

You froze slightly. This must be the infamous Azul Ashengrotto. You had heard about him from rumors, how he created contracts that came with a price. You had learned enough about Night Raven College to know that you should probably stay away.

Seems like you were a moment too late, however, as you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped in surprise before the boy that was behind you came to stand in front of you.

"Boo," he said with a soft giggle. His hair was teal, and he had a sharp grin on his face… Must be one of the Leech twins.

You blinked slightly, unimpressed. "Sorry, I kind of have to go…" You gestured slightly, cursing Grim mentally for just leaving you behind. Obviously the most caring creature you've ever met.

The teal-haired male frowned ever so slightly. "Koebi-chan, you aren't going to stay? C'mon, come play with us." He looked plaintive, almost like a kicked puppy.

Ebi? Oh, shrimp. Why was he calling you shrimp… That wasn't the point, you really did need to go.

"Come, Floyd, we can't stop kantokusei-san from going to class. Let him be a good student." Another tall, teal-haired boy popped up. Must be the other twin. It surprised you that he would have known your name - but you shouldn't have been. You were close to being famous yourself in this school, after all.

"Yes, Floyd, let us leave him alone." Azul spoke up, and his voice was very smooth - too smooth. One of a liar, perhaps.

You nodded slightly with a small, tight smile as Floyd let you go, quickly making your way to class. You let out a soft sigh of relief as you saw Grim's familiar face, him talking about how you were such a 'useless kobun' and how you should be 'grateful that the Great Grim is still with you even though you're so useless'. You weren't listening to it at all, just grateful that you had escaped the three Octavinelle boys (which Grim got mad at later).

You wished Lunch came sooner. You were always starving - maybe it had to do with the subjects that you didn't know anything about that you were being forced to learn. And to remember, as Grim wasn't one to remember anything. You sighed softly, gripping Grim by the scruff of his neck as you carried your tray (which had his food as well) to the table where you usually sat. At least Grim hadn't done anything too bad, like stealing. But still, he came really close, and you really didn't want to take any chances. Soon, Ace and Deuce joined you, bickering lightheartedly, and you all started talking and enjoying your lunch together.

Just when you thought you could relax, a familiar voice scared you with a 'boo' and then a laugh. You inadvertently let out a yelp, making the voice that you knew was Floyd's laugh again. "Koebi-chan, you're so funny, you're gonna make me want to scare you more!"

You turned to glare at him, but before you could speak, Ace grabbed your arm. "You know the Leech twins?"

"Yes, and I don't want to talk about it." You sighed, shaking your head. Before you could say anything else, a figure walked closer to you, and you sighed. Please, don't let him sit with us…

But it seems that whoever you were pleading/praying to didn't listen, as Azul Ashengrotto just sat down beside you. He was very obviously acting like he didn't care what was going on, but he was poised, waiting for you to talk. Definitely a smooth businessman, then.

You stared at Ace's and Deuce's gaping faces, feeling slightly amused for a moment before quickly turning back to the matters at hand (Grim didn't notice, he was too engrossed in his lunch (and would take yours too, if you weren't careful)). Even as Floyd was whining and Jade (who popped out of nowhere) was dragging him away, you still watched Azul. "So… Are you going to talk about why you aren't sitting with your friends?"

"I just wanted to get to know you, since you're a new student and all." He turned wide eyes on you, and you almost let down your guard. Almost.

"Nice try. You're just trying to get the better of me, aren't you. Let down my guard so you can create a contract with me?" You raised a brow as you watched him.

"Oh I would never. The mere thought that you would think this wounds me." What a drama queen. "I just wanted to get to know you, as one student to another."

Yeah, and you really wanted to punch him in the face. You knew you couldn't do that - it was against the rules. Still, it was particularly hard when you were pretty sure he was saying blatant lies. But you knew you had to play nice.

You put on a big, charming smile, one that felt like it could make you sick with how sweet it was. "Well, sure, I'd love to take you up on that offer. If you really don't want to hurt me?"

"Of course I wouldn't hurt you, who do you think I am?" He shrugged slightly, looking slightly disappointed in you. "I only want to help people."

Yup, definitely all an act. "All right. What do you want to know?"

As your conversation went on, you felt your guard gradually fall. He seemed to be very nice, and whatever you told yourself, it didn't seem like he was a bad person. You almost liked him. All too soon, the bell rung and lunch was over. You bowed your head to him slightly in thanks with a small smile, genuine this time, before turning to meet the two Heartslabyul boys' gaze, as well as that of your little gremlin. "What?"

"…Nothing," Deuce said before Grim started assaulting you with loads of questions, such as where did you know the guy, he looks really smart, do you think he could help us study, etc. You just shook your head, telling him that he should study on his own and that you were help enough.

Still, Azul seemed to be popping up quite frequently, which was always odd. Sometimes the twins were with him, sometimes they weren't. Although you were initially confused by who was who, you gradually started to remember their faces and voices enough to tell them apart. Although they seemed scary, they really weren't (although they did have their times… Especially Jade. You wouldn't put it past him to be a killer in disguise).

Azul just seemed to get odder and odder to you. You knew he was probably using you, but why would he keep on interacting with you? There was no way that he liked you or anything, after all.

Still, you found yourself gradually liking the time you spent together. Even Grim was commenting on how he was losing his kobun.

He did have his times of depression and withdrawal, but as he got closer to you, he gradually started to confide in you. About his worries about his appearance, about his feelings that he was powerless. That he needed more power, that he needed to shed his past.

And some part of that made you pause because it reminded you of yourself.

How you always tried to fit the mold, how you never felt right in your own body.

How you didn't know what to do when you think two completely different things about yourself.

You didn't tell him that you were trans though. Not yet. You couldn't destroy this little moment of peace in your lives.

It was selfish, you knew it was, but you couldn't help it. You were used to rejection from the people you cared about, even from other people who were around you, who didn't know you. So you continued to wear a delicate mask, hiding your true struggles.

Still, it got to a point where it was too much. You couldn't keep it from him anymore. You had to face your fears, even if it got you hurt.

So, taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door to the VIP Room. It was open most of the time (to you, anyway), but you always had to check. You were terrified of coming in while Azul was making a deal - who knows what kind of scoldings (or worse) you could get.

After hearing the words 'come in,' you walked in hesitantly. Azul had been shuffling some papers around before he looked up, seeing you. A small, genuine smile was on his lips. "Hello, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Almost immediately after he finished speaking, you blurted out, "I'm trans," and, in a big rush, you quickly ran away.

Azul for his part was confused and a little concerned. Had he heard you right? Trans? That was where a person's gender identity was different… Hmm. So did that mean you were a girl? Or a boy? He wasn't sure.

You, on the other hand, did not know the confusion you were putting the housewarden of Octavinelle through, just sitting inside Mostro Lounge. You knew you could've run farther if you wanted to… But too late for that thought, as Jade had found you.

Without a word, he took you back into the VIP Room (without much protest from you), where you had to meet Azul's gaze.

"…So. What pronouns do you use?"

You blinked. That was… Unexpected. "Uh, he/him," you got out. "I'm a boy. Was born as a girl, but I don't like to talk about that." You shrugged slightly.

Azul looked startled for a moment before he caught himself, and he seemed to be unsure on what to do.

"Uh… I'm still the same old me, you know."

"Yes, of course. I was just… Thinking about the similarities that we must have had in childhood. Especially the not liking appearances part."

Oh, absolutely. "Yeah… Yeah, there is that." There was a strange comfort that came in knowing that he also had felt similar (if not the same) things as you had. That he wouldn't judge you.

"Oh, and uh, by the way, I like you," you said after a moment. "Since I'm done keeping secrets."

You were definitely not prepared for the explosion of flusteredness that ensued from the octo-mer in front of you.

A/N: Yeah might do a part 2 if I get enough requests (and I don't get burnt out - I shouldn't be writing, I need to be doing summer homework-)

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I'm Only Human

SUMMARY: Dabi isn’t just using you, right...? He does love you... At least, you think he does. But right now, you aren’t even sure. WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: Dabi awkwardly comforting you, you feeling like you’re being used, Dabi breaking a door, Toga being an annoying little sister.

A/N: Inspired by this song <3 A/N PART 2: Originally posted here.

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You never knew why you had even got with Dabi in the first place. You knew it was a bad idea, especially since he was such a wanted villain... But something about him drew him to you. You weren't sure what exactly, but... Still.

You let out a soft sigh, flinching slightly as you heard the banging on the door. Your arms wrapped around yourself, trying to hug yourself to gain even the littlest bit of comfort.

You wanted him to wrap his arms around you, and hold you close... So why were you the one shutting him out and not allowing him to enter? Well, simple. You heard him talking with the other members of the League of Villains about utilizing your quirk, and from the way they were talking, they'd talked about this before.

You weren't exactly unhappy that you were being kept here. Yeah, you didn't get to go outside that often, and you had to admit you sometimes wanted to talk to your other friends, and not just stick with the villains. Not to mention you were getting bored of getting sent out only for errands, like they were just trying to use you. Still, this was the only way you could stay with Dabi full time, so it was bearable. Well, at least you thought it was.

You let out a soft whimper, cringing in on yourself as you heard the small noise that you had grown to associate with Dabi's quirk. He must be burning the door down. Great.

Dabi didn't know what was wrong with you. You walked in to the meeting he and the other League of Villains were in, sobbing and talking unintelligibly before storming off to your room. At the looks from the others, as well as a soft snicker from Toga, he walked after you to try to see what was wrong.

And now he was stuck outside, his pounding on the door only met by soft sobs. He gradually grew more panicked; why were you crying so much? It wasn't like he'd hurt you—at least he didn't think he did—and he wasn't forcing you to do anything. So why...?

So, finally, he was forced to burn down the door. It was fine, you could go buy a door for them, anyways, right?

He watched you, frown growing on his lips as he did so. He walked a bit closer, freezing as you flinched away. He forced his voice to be softer, calmer as he crouched down, asking what was wrong. When he was met with a small shake of your head, he sighed again before getting up, slowly walking toward you and grabbing your wrists.

"[Y/N]-chan, I don't know what's wrong unless you tell me. So, please..." He rubbed your wrists a little, trying to calm you down, which worked somewhat.

You let out a small sniffle before finally starting to speak. "Y-you're just using me..." You mumbled, fiddling with your hands a bit. "A-and... And you probably never even loved me..."

Dabi blinked. Where had that come from? Him, just using you? And not loving you? He let out a soft snort, rolling his eyes. "Why'd you think that? Don't be so stupid, [Y/N]-chan." You cringed back as he reached toward you.

"But... That, that meeting... You were talking about using my quirk..." You paused for a moment. "And, you've been just keeping me here unless there's an advantage for you... I barely get to go outside, I can't be on my phone, I can't even talk to my friends..." Your head drooped. "I don't think I can cope with this anymore... I’m only human, Dabi, you can’t make me stay here with minimal human interaction...”

Dabi's eyes widened slightly. That was how you'd felt this whole time...? He hadn't known, else he'd have done more for you to make you happier. He didn't like the thought he had now, that you were just smiling to make him happy, and you weren't happy yourself.

He let out a soft sigh before holding his arms out, biting his lip when you didn't come closer, like you usually did. "I promise I do love you, [Y/N], and I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I didn't mean to make you feel alone, I swear." He paused. "And, I just... Wanted to think that I was enough for you. Which is probably a stupid thought, I know." He rolled his eyes with a soft snort. "But, really, you don't need to worry, I promise." He smiled gently at you.

You weren't sure, but you slowly moved closer to him, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling in to him slightly. You felt his arms gently wrap around you, a comforting presence. You were still shaking ever so slightly, but the warmth that radiated from him, as well as the gentle flames that were playing over your skin, soon made you stop. You were warmed up a lot as well.

Dabi ran a hand through your hair gently, holding you close. "Well... We can go outside later, just you and me. No errands. Just, enjoy the fresh air. And, I'll get you a new phone... You can talk to your friends, just don't say anything about the League, mkay?" He kissed your forehead, rubbing your back a little bit more.

You nodded a little. "Okay... I promise I won't talk about you guys." You played with his hair a bit. "And, are you going to take advantage of my quirk...?"

"No, I promise we won't. I won't let them. I don't want you to get involved and get hurt, either... If you're captured, I don't know if I'd be able to get you back." He nuzzled in to you a bit, grip on you increasing slightly. He really didn't want to lose you. You were the one static thing in his life, and he didn't want that to change.

"Mkay... If you do need my quirk, though, let me join in the discussion. I don't want all of you making decisions that involve me." You nudged him gently.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." A soft huff escaped him, rolling his eyes. "I still wouldn't like it."

"I know you wouldn't. But, I still want to do something to help. Well, as long as it isn't too dangerous." You let out a soft sigh. "I just- don't want to feel like you're making all the decisions for me, like I can't do anything, and like I don't have opinions and thoughts about what I do want to do."

Dabi grumbled a little, clearly not liking this, but he relented. He wanted you to be happy, after all. And he didn't like the thought of taking advantage of you... It made him feel almost like his father, in a way, which he didn't like. It wasn't even similar, really, but still... He knew he had to be a good partner. Gentle flames flickered over your body, warming you up a bit more. "Well, what do you want to do now...?"

"Well, spend time with you, I guess." You smiled a little bit more, nuzzling in to his touch. "You're so soft with me..."

"Hush."

You laughed a bit more, humming softly to yourself as you played with his hair, knowing that you'd enjoy this day more than any others.

BONUS (mostly because I couldn’t resist-):

Toga was silently listening in to the conversation (thanks to the thin walls), smiling happily as she did so. What a cute couple. She let out a soft laugh before pulling away, skipping a bit as she went to the rest of the League of Villains to tell them what had happened between you two. Of course she wasn't going to let the guy who she thought of as her brother get away with being so soft to you. It would be interesting to see how flustered the two of you would get, anyway.

[kazumiwrites]

Hurt

SUMMARY: What has the world come to, where the children are hurting because they aren’t understood, respected, helped? WORD COUNT: ~500

WARNINGS: Mentions/alludes to self-harm, suicide, alludes to Leelah Alcorn, probably transphobia and maybe homophobia

A/N: Adults need to get better, and as a 15.5 year old, I will support any younger people who relate to this (which, sadly, I know there are). You can always text me on @kazumify. I, and many other people of the queer community, are here for you.

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I want to help them But I can’t They’re too far away I can’t do Anything

I see them hurting Want to hold them close They’re younger Older Children Adults But they all Suffer the same

The world wants to discriminate Male or female But some Don’t even fit into these categories

They fight hard Against their oppressors But they still get dragged down Because They’re obviously wrong They need to be categorized Into two Distinct Boxes

Boxes that they don’t even Fit into

A square trying to fit into A circular hole

She is hurting Kills herself In the middle of winter Her parents Didn’t listen to her

The world Forgot her message

Her message to make The world better It’s been years Is it better?

They say “it’s just a phase” “It’s just a new way of thinking” Ignoring the cultures Where this Is thought of As normal

They just want some way to Validate their Discrimination Pulling on religion Mostly Hurting themselves in The process

Telling a little kid that how they feel Is obviously wrong Because an adult always Knows best

Mother knows best, that’s a phrase “I birthed you, so I know everything” Children are forced To hide themselves away To act a certain way Because they fear Children fear Little children, the ones we Are supposed to protect To support They are scared Scared of what us What us older people Will think

Should we continue hurting them? Our words, so flippantly said Hurting their very soul Should we keep Hurting the next Generation?

They’re the ones that Are our future They’re only a couple years younger Than me, and maybe you But they know So much About the hurt The pain From such a young age

They don’t deserve this They don’t deserve this pain This hurt These thoughts That they are wrong When they are perfect The way they are

They shouldn’t be Laughed at For hurting themselves For the blood spilled from The blade As a reprieve from The scary thoughts

Young children Shouldn’t think Of killing themselves.

The suicide rate among This youth Should not Be this High.

It’s sad to see Scrolling through the news

Bans

“Protecting kids” when all they do is harm She can’t be called a she He’s not a real man They don’t want to choose

When there are adults —Adults over 20– Who think the same way Who feel the same way

This doesn’t only happen to Little children To teens who don’t know Any better

It happens to all of them They all know better Than you do

They know firsthand The pain of Being discriminated against Because of their identity

They can’t change it Although you may want them to They can’t change it To follow your standards

They won’t change it Just to follow the norm They will not change it So they can fake their own Happiness.

[kazumiwrites]

Love

SUMMARY: What is love? WORD COUNT: 150+

WARNINGS: Nothing? I don’t think anything is really bad enough to say (if I said it, I’d draw unnecessary attention to the line-)

A/N: Uhm yeah late night thoughts :D

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Love is That feeling Of happiness Joy Whenever you talk To someone else

Love is Playful fights Pushing each other around Affectionately Smiles and joy All around

Love is Doing things you don’t Particularly like Just so you Can see their smile

Love is Holding your pet close Whenever you’re feeling Sad And letting them Help you feel happier

Love is Fighting for your friends Whenever they cry Comforting them Not letting them Feel alone

Love is Inside jokes Laughing together Getting weird stares But you don’t care Because They don’t know what You’re talking about And that’s okay

Love is not Forced Compulsory Should not Be forced Because They carry The same blood As you

The most important type Of love Is the love That you Choose For yourself Whether in relationships Or friendships

The love between One chosen friend to Another Will be stronger Than a blood relationship Kept out of Obligation

[kazumiwrites]

Musical Soulmates

SUMMARY: You always knew about your soulmate... Who could’ve guessed that you two would meet in a very uneventful morning? WORD COUNT: 600+

WARNINGS: Katsuki listening to too much rock music, you listening to more pop music (so sorry if you don’t listen to that), Katsuki with his crazy reflexes, you getting pinned/pushed/thrown to the ground (no not in a sexual way, it was Katsuki’s reflexes), and yeah... That’s it.

A/N: Inspired by this post about soulmates where every time your soulmate listens to music, you can hear it too. So yes- fun. This was for a collab with @sasusaki​​ for their Kavyaverse Collab! This was pretty fun to write (although I’m lowkey disappointed because what exactly is that word count ew- I wish I could’ve wrote more  b u t  I accidentally wrote an ending and I was like “well that sounds good with me I guess so yeah-) A/N PART 2: Originally posted here.

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You sighed a little as you woke up to... Rock music. Of course it was rock music. You rubbed your eyes a little as you just sat up, stretching back before getting ready for your day.

You never knew why your soulmate always listened to such loud music. It had always given you a headache. Seriously. What kind of person woke themselves up with heavy metal? Maybe a lot of people did that. Not you. You usually woke yourself up to more pleasant things. Such as gentle piano music, or something.

You hummed softly as you got ready for your day, putting on your school uniform before going out to go to class.

People were surprised that a person like you would go to UA. You were smart, yeah, and pretty creative. But UA? It seemed too random. Why would you want to go there, anyway?

Well, you wanted to create support items. Ever since you were little, you thought the different items that heroes had were cool. And you always had an interest in inventors. You had been building things out of random scraps for years.

You shook your head slightly to dispel those thoughts as you walked out of your dorm, skipping slightly as you moved to go to school. You paused slightly on the sidewalk, though. Because you heard a small humming noise that went along with the music in your ears...

You blinked a bit in surprise before running after the blond a bit. "Hey- wait!" You called after him. He didn't stop, however, and you had to almost sprint to catch up to him enough that you could grab his arm. "Aren't you- aren't you my soulmate...?"

Katsuki had always known about soulmates. Specifically his soulmate. He knew that they always listened to less rock music than he did. More of a variety of different types. Some songs were in a foreign language, which he didn't particularly care about... But he didn't particularly like it, either.

He let out a soft huff, the hard rock music that he was listening to drowning out the other people's voices as he got ready for another tiring day at UA.

He walked quickly out as he was done, head nodding slightly to the beat of the music as he walked. Although it had been pretty loud, he turned down the volume a bit as he got to the road.

He heard a voice, calling out to someone, but he ignored it. Maybe it was another extra, or maybe they were calling someone else.

He flinched ever so slightly as the person grabbed his arm, however, before his instincts kicked in, flipping them over and landing on top of them, their back hitting the ground.

He paused slightly though as the words that the other had said finally caught on. "Wait... Soulmate?" He frowned slightly, blinking.

You nodded slightly, gasping for breath; you were a bit winded.

He let out a soft huff, shaking his head. "...Where's the proof?"

"Let me... Listen to your music," you got out, and with a small sigh, Katsuki took off his headphones, gently putting them in your ears.

He froze slightly as he heard the music, eyes widening. "...So you weren't lying..." He murmured softly. "Well, what's your name?"

"I'm [L/N] [Y/N]. And you're... Bakugo Katsuki, aren't you?" Your head tilted slightly to the side, relieved that you had finally caught your breath.

"...Okay. And, yeah. Well, nice to meet you, [L/N]." He smiled faintly at you before helping you up. "Well, what do you want to do now, soulmate? Walk to school together?"

[kazumiwrites]

You Can Stop Queerphobia

SUMMARY: A poem about how queerphobia affects people. WORD COUNT: ~200

WARNINGS: Queerphobia/homophobia/transphobia. That’s basically it.

A/N: Poetry that I wrote for this poetry contest for my school…The message was supposed to be positive and uplifting and stuff and obviously my dumb ass was like “Nah let me drag this poem down and then bring it up” so yeah- It’s so bad I’m sorry- A/N PART 2: Originally posted here.

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“You got marriage,” they say, “isn’t that enough?” President thinks people like you are okay But just because this is true Doesn’t mean they can back away

Hate, harassment, hurt, bullying Fear to even go enroll Not wanting to hear the words That would soon break your soul

Quelling your anger, quelling your pain Trying to find calm to maintain Because you know, oh you think you know! You can’t do anything to change how people may crow

“Girls love guys, guys love girls,” they say “That’s a simple fact” What a sad so-called truth When you don’t fit in; just lost, out of place

Cyndi Lauper, Marsha Johnson, and Madonna People who helped make kids thrive Freddie Mercury, Lady Gaga, and Demi Lovato All singers helping queer youth survive

So you try, seeing happiness Hope in a new bill signed Gentle words uttered from a person’s mouth Acceptance, a loving hand in another Hugs, tears of joy

“Haters are gonna hate,” “Don’t be so weak” The words uttered, trying to drag you down But discrimination still awaits, So who’s to say a single person Can’t do anything to stop the hate?

[kazumiwrites]

Overworking Isn’t Good

SUMMARY: What do you do when Katsuki, the person you love so, so much, shows signs of overworking  himself? What can you even do to help him? WORD COUNT: 700+

WARNINGS: Katsuki overworking, self-harm (just adding this in case) (he uses his quirk so uh-), you comforting Katsuki, Katsuki not thinking he’s strong enough (he’s so strong tho-)

A/N: This took me waaaay too long to finish- I kept getting distracted </3 Anyways, yes- this was a collab with @minsipie​ for their Ease the Pain Collab! (Yes I’m tryna finish all of my Collab stuff so I can start writing stuff for my own collab...) No because he’s my comfort character and deserves all the love- Katsuki deserves like, a couple forehead kisses. A/N PART 2: Also y’all, please don’t overwork yourself… It’s not good (I say this as I am currently doing a lot of things at once and slightly overworking myself-) BUT, I don’t want y’all getting exhausted. Take some time for yourself to just relax. <33 A/N PART 3: Originally posted here.

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"How long has it been since you slept?"

Your eyes were filled with worry for Katsuki, frowning softly. "Seriously. What have you been doing?" You smacked his shoulder gently. "You look like you're about to collapse."

"...'S nothing, don't worry about me." A soft huff escaped the ash-blond male, not meeting your gaze. "'M fine, I promise."

You shook your head, disbelieving. "Oh, hush. That's clearly not true." You grabbed his arm, dragging him toward his bed. "Go. To. Sleep."

"But..." He mumbled, barely resisting your touch. He was pretty sleepy, anyway.

You sighed softly as you plopped down on the bed next to him. "Have you been sleeping much?" You asked, gently running a hand through his hair.

He grumbled softly as he laid down, leaning in to your touch. "...Suppose not. But, I have to train... I can't let Icy Hot beat me, or Deku..." He muttered, huffing a little. "I have to be the best, Number One in my class; otherwise, how'll I be a good hero...?"

You huffed a little, gently smacking his shoulder. "That's stupid. Of course you'll be a good hero. Look at Hawks, he's a good hero, and he's not number one, is he?"

"Yeah, but... I have to be number one, I have to beat all the extras-"

"Yes, yes, but you have to rest. If you don't rest, then your body would be too overworked, and that wouldn't be good, would it? Just take some time off. You're clearly exhausted."

"'M not..." He muttered, just leaning in to your touch as his eyes fluttered shut.

A few moments later, he fell asleep, you yawning a bit before wrapping your arms around him, laying next to him and nuzzling in to him. You soon drifted off as well, being a bit tired.

A couple hours later, Katsuki stirred slightly. You were already awake, laying next to him on your stomach as you were on your computer. When you heard him stirring, you closed your computer before leaning next to him, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Feel better?" You asked softly, wrapping your arms around him.

The male nodded with a soft hum, relaxing ever so slightly at your touch. He leaned in to your touch even more, content. "Yeah... Thanks. You really don't need to worry about me, though."

"Oh really," you deadpanned, staring at him. "If I didn't worry, you'd overwork yourself until you passed out." You nudged him gently with a small sigh. "You're an idiot."

Katsuki grumbled softly, frowning a bit. "...'M not an idiot, [Y/N]." He huffed a little.

"Yes you are. I love you, though." You paused for a moment. "How exactly are you overworking yourself, though?"

"I'm not overworking myself." He huffed again at your stare, then pulled the sleeves of his hoodie up.

You hadn't really realized that he never wore short sleeves anymore; you had thought that he was just cold. Your eyes widened slightly as you saw the bruises on his raw skin, some that looked like it had been scratched off. "I... Katsuki."

"It's not what you think- I, I've been trying to be able to use my quirk more, and I was just using it on myself to make sure I was getting stronger..." He bit his lip lightly, cringing in on himself. He hated having you stare at him like this... It made him uneasy.

"So? You can't keep hurting yourself like this." You huffed softly, arms moving to gently wrap around the male. "It'll make you worse. I know you're trying to get stronger, I really do. But overworking yourself is like going one step forward and two steps back. Proper rest, as well as not overusing your quirk, will help you become better, I promise." You held him close, gently wrapping your arms around him. "So... Promise me you won't try to use your quirk as much, please..."

"...Whatever, you really don't need to worry so much. It's unnecessary." The male sighed. "But, fine, I won't. Or, I'll try not to, at least..." He grumbled softly. He really would do anything for you... Even this. Even stop doing a lot of his training just to appease you. His eyes softened a bit as he held you close, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. This was the one thing that comforted him, just having you here, and he wouldn't want anything else to change.

[kazumiwrites]

YouTube.

SUMMARY: These guys finding out YouTube Music exists, basically.

A/N: Originally posted here.

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I dunno why but at 11 PM last night when I was listening to music on YouTube while being half-asleep, I heard this ad that talked about why you should download the YouTube Music app and like- I just- Dio and Sukuna specifically would say this.

 “What’s this... A YouTube supermix? Tailored specifically to me and not some other mortal? Hmm... Interesting.”

Dio in particular would be like “I need to download it. One of you download it for me” while lazily gesturing to some other people (and because he’s hot they would do it for him). 

Sukuna would either get a new phone using either Yuuji’s or Gojo’s money (poor Yuuji) or just go on to corrupt Yuuji’s phone with his musical tastes because why not. And then poor Yuuji would be listening to music or whatever and he’d be like “what- what is this-” 

Sukuna probably would enjoy listening to Yuuji’s music though.

I kinda feel like Dio would just obsessively be like “This?? Who listens to this- this kind of music” and be annoyed- and then just listen to the songs of his childhood. Like y’know parents being like “wtf is this” when they see (hear...?) what music their kid is listening to-

Y’all if you want an actual story to go with this please ask-

[kazumiwrites]

Not a Phase

SUMMARY: My sexuality won’t change to fit your ideals. WORD COUNT: ~800

WARNINGS: Internalized homophobia, homophobia, more internalized homophobia, etc

A/N: Is this about my pansexuality? Yes. Is this how I came out to my language arts teacher and like a couple of her classes (because she loved it so much that she asked if she could share it out to the class on Google Classroom as one of the best pieces of writing that quarter)? Yes. Even six months later this still hits hard I-

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they’re so pretty (my first thought) but it’s not love (my second thought) …right?

not talking about guys (though they are pretty too) i’m talking about girls (not like you didn’t expect it)

but it’s not as if it’s real

or that’s what i thought.

never thought i’d feel this way; wouldn’t have ever believed i’d be gay.

if you asked a younger version of me, she’d stare up, blinking, not understanding: what does that even mean?

never even knew what it meant, not until fifth grade; never even knew a person who was “that way,” not until sixth.

it wasn’t until the end of seventh grade that i figured it out; that the mere presence of a girl could make my heart race without doubt.

i still remember the day when my eyes were wide open, realizing that these weren’t just some random thoughts; that they weren’t

normal.

that most people didn’t think girls were pretty; maybe a guy would. (my gender is a mess; that’s a different story)

it was as if all the years of ignoring it, of hoping it would go away, of denying it, (whether intentionally or not) didn’t work

like sappho and her poems was my queer awakening

aphrodite, goddess of love: her affections pulled me to a girl, not only guys.

do i really even like them? analyzing every bit to try to see what was so special about them, about girls.

(was there anything special?) (why did i feel this way?) (am i broken?) (why don’t i only like guys?)

even after i realized that my feelings were real, i still didn’t believe myself.

maybe there was a mistake, an error.

something wrong deep inside of me.

am i a joke? is this a game? why am i like this?

the confusion in me as i research seeing the multitude of names for different types of love finally making me realize and even accept the fact

that

i don’t care who i fall in love with i don’t care about what gender they are a guy, a girl, neither, or any—

that the heart wants what the heart wants, and it only depends on personality, not the looks.

but then again, i feel like i never fit into one place never gay enough, never straight enough never fully accepted by either group

“you have to have it rough, and you have to choose a side.” “you can’t have both, you can only be gay or straight.”

even now, i worry that it’s just a phase that i’m just going through something that it’s just not real

that i’m faking it. that i’ve been pressured into thinking this way

the words people say don’t help; hurts even worse when it comes from someone i know, maybe even care about (a classmate) (a teacher) (a friend) (a crush) (a family member)

their opinions drag me down; a hurtful word, a downward glance, even a quiet noise of distaste can make my chest ache, my heart hurt, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

even though i know (i’ve known for more than two years now), i just don’t get accepted by everyone, especially not the people who matter the most.

“it’s just a phase.” “you’re too young to know anything.” “you need to find a good husband.” the implications that a wife would not be accepted.

it’s really amazing to be queer, isn’t it? always happiness and rainbows.

no one talks about the shame, the fear, the hurt, from both yourself and others.

forced to be hidden in “the closet,” a shell, only showing a glimpse of my true self, of who i really am

but i just remind myself no one can drag me down. that a flag with pink, yellow, and blue shouldn’t make me want to hide.

and just because people want to hurt me doesn’t mean that i should just let them.

still, some days i feel bad ashamed pained

like i shouldn’t be gay, that it’s just plain wrong. falling prey to their sharp words; listening to it, accepting it as truth.

but on other days? i feel better prouder stronger and that’s a good thing to feel, to

know.

able to be confident in who you are without any regrets. tentatively stepping out of “the closet;” starting to tell others the truth. happiness as they accept, not caring if they don’t because i was born this way— and nothing anyone says will ever change that.

knowing deep inside you that you are who you are

—and accepting it—

is much more important than having someone else acknowledge it, accept it, be happy with it.

pride in who you are is the first and most important step to accepting yourself.

[kazumiwrites]

You’re Not Mine To Have

SUMMARY: Kai never told you how he really felt about you, and now he’s paying the price. WORD COUNT: 800+

WARNINGS: Character death, hanahaki, Chisaki being jealous, just angst in general with no happy ending

A/N: I spent ages on this fic, and for what? A measly 800 words?? I’m disappointed in myself </3 Anyways, this was a collab with @okkatsudon​​ for their Somebody New Collab! One down, one more to go- A/N Part 2: Kinda realized that this is an involuntary reminder to myself to just- confess to my crushes before they start dating someone else?? Lmaoo- A/N PART 3: Originally posted here.

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Kai hated this. Hated how he didn't ask for you beforehand. And now you were gone, on a date with some other guy, who he would've gladly obliterated if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to destroy your happiness.

He grazed his hand over his mouth, another cough racking his body. Eyes narrowed, he frowned softly. This... This disease, it was getting worse, wasn't it. He clenched his fists, biting his lip. He hated all of this. At least it wasn't too dirty... But he still didn't like this.

He huffed softly as he threw the petals that fell from his lips into the trashcan, closing his eyes as he tried to breathe in, laying down on the bed. His body started trembling a little, a sob racking his body. He curled in on himself, shaking as he gripped at his arms. He just- he just wanted you. He wanted you to like him back, he wanted you to smile at him the way you smiled at that other guy. He was so unhygenic, and he was stupid. What made you fall for him?

What was the point anyways... As long as you were happy, that was all that mattered, right?

No. That wasn't it.

He just- he wanted you for himself.  He wanted to love you better. Not as a friend, but as a lover. But he knew he couldn't do that. You had someone else you cared for, and you only saw him as a friend. Although he hated the fact, he couldn't deny it.

He sighed softly, then flinched as he heard a knock. "Go- go away..." He got out, voice cracking.

Your eyes widened in surprise, you had just gotten back from your date. "Kai...?" You asked softly, worry clear in your voice.

He froze, biting his lip before hurriedly putting the petals away under his bed. "Go away, [Y/N]." His voice was sharp.

You ignored him, opening the door and stepping inside. "Kai, what's going on?"

He shook his head slightly as he glanced back at you. The pain in his chest seemed to lessen the more he was around you, but... He knew that that would make him fall more for you. But he didn't want you to look at him with those soft eyes of yours, filled with... What? Disgust, pity? Love, but not in the way that he wanted you to love him? It didn't matter, though. He just needed to get through this conversation.

"Seriously. Kai. Please." Your voice was soft, pleading. Your eyes were wide with worry as you walked a bit closer to him. "Tell me what's going on..."

He let out a soft huff, closing his eyes as he tried to think. Then, another cough racked his body, tears welling in his eyes.

You were quick to move toward him, staying next to him and rubbing his back gently until the coughs subsided. "Seriously... What's wrong, Kai?"

The male just leaned in to your touch, a soft sigh escaping him. "I... Have, uhm, Hanahaki..." He mumbled softly.

"I- seriously? Who's the person you like?" Your eyes were wide.

"...I'm not telling you, and anyways... They have no chance of being with me." He started coughing again, flinching as he coughed out a whole flower. Shit... "A-anyways... How was your date?"

"No. Stop changing the subject. Please, just tell me..."

He shook his head stubbornly, and you sighed as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close to you. "I don't... It'll just hurt more when y- they reject me..."

You frowned softly at his words. "I might be able to help, though. Put you on a blind date or something with them-"

"No!" His voice was sharp, then he started coughing again. Was that... Blood...? He didn't have much time, he might even die today... But it would be all right. Just hold on until you left.

You froze slightly as a thought dawned on you, eyes widening. "Kai... It's not me, is it? You have a crush on someone else, right...?"

The yakuza froze, trembling slightly. His voice broke as he uttered a single word. "Yes..."

You tensed a little, worry flashing in your eyes. "You have to get the surgery- I can't- I don't want to see you die, please..."

"I'd rather die than forget about you, or lose my romantic feelings for you." He huffed softly. "I don't want to die, yeah, but... I'd rather- rather be with you."

Tears blurred your vision as you held him close. "K-kai, please..."

His breaths were becoming laboured, eyes half-shut as he just leaned in to your touch, too weak to even start coughing again. He swallowed a little as he looked up at you, eyes softer than you had ever seen them. "...I love you... And I'm sorry, [Y/N]." His eyes then fluttered shut, leaving only the sound of your soft sobs to fill the room.

[kazumiwrites]

Being Queer Is Complicated

SUMMARY: Yeah, being queer is complicated. But we can’t let that drag us down. WORD COUNT: 100+

WARNINGS: Uhh basically queerphobia in general? Basically transphobia and homophobia (at least it talks about that)

A/N: Another poem I wrote for that poetry contest… Lol. But this is the one that I didn’t send sooo- A/N PART 2: Originally posted here.

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What’s normal? People telling you to be this way or that Gender, sexuality, everything in between Who am I?

I know who I like; I know who I am; The feelings spreading through me, a battering ram But I try, still I try I want to get it all out, out right now

Silently walking through the school hallways Slouched down, not wanting anyone to suspect Do I really want to stay this way? No; but how do I change?

Friends, love, relationships, all changing around me An ocean of emotions Trying to figure out my place

Slowly, it dawns; I’m not alone Others have walked this path before me, tried to let other people know Now I just have to let myself be free

Years ago, people couldn’t be themselves; now, they can People accepting, tears, happiness Smiles on their faces

So what does it matter that I don’t know who I am? What does it matter that I’m complicated? Because every single person is different And being “normal” was overrated anyway

[kazumiwrites]

“It Must Have Been Love”

SUMMARY: You loved Touya, sure. But fading love as well as some other stuff led to your eventual heartbreak. WORD COUNT: 900+

WARNINGS: Implied cheating, crying, more crying, basically you cry a lot (please drink some water [Y/N]) (my computer fell onto my face as I was writing this like it wanted you to not listen to my advice- rude), love dying away, Touya kinda harassing you in an alleyway (but like I don't think it's too bad), uh best friend Yuuma being amazing.

A/N: I'm scared that I won't be able to write a good angsty fic for Touya so uh yes- Let's see if I succeed (as I write this I have like... 1/4 of it done(ish)) Also this is for a collab with @okkatsudon​ for their Somebody New Collab. Also heavily inspired by ‘It Must Have Been Love’ by Roxette (link here (also yes 80s songs <33)) A/N PART 2: I was on a vibe while writing and then I wrote four words starting with h in a row- like- damn- lmao- A/N PART 3: Originally posted here.

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You sighed softly as you looked over the photo album that held all the photos of the past year. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you scanned over the happy images. The ones with you and Touya.

You knew exactly why you two broke up. Your love slowly died away. Touya was away just too often. You knew why, he had to try to defeat his father. But still... You just wanted him to give you attention. Maybe that was clingy of you. But hey, everyone wants their love. You were no different.

But then one day, you came home to a... Scene. Him and some other person. You didn't get a good look at either of them, just slamming the door as a soft sob escaped your lips.

That was the last straw; you stormed out of your shared apartment, driving to your friend, Yuuma's house. Thankfully, he let you in, holding you and letting you know that you could stay for as long as you needed. A relief. At least he wouldn't leave you. He rubbed your back gently, comforting you.

You had spent the night there, before going back to your shared apartment the next day. You walked through the rooms, grabbing all of your things. You sighed softly, dropping down and sitting on the bed as you closed your eyes. Your body was trembling, soft sobs escaping you. You didn't even hear the door opening, soft footfalls walking over to you.

Touya himself wasn't sure what to do as he stared at your figure, curled up in yourself. He wanted to reach out to you, wrap his arms around you and hold you close, but... He couldn't. Why? It had been so, so easy before. As easy as breathing. But what now? Where was the love for you that he had held close in his heart? Gone? He wasn't sure. After a moment, he just rested a hand on your shoulder.

You just flinched away when you felt his touch, moving your hand to hit him somewhat hard. Ouch. "...Don't touch me." Your voice was harsher than he had ever heard it. "You- I just- no. I'm leaving. And I'm breaking up with you." You got up, sighing shakily. You looked almost... Broken.

The male stepped closer to you, mouth opening to speak, but you just fixed him with a glare. "No. I'm leaving. And don't try to do anything." You let out a soft huff, glancing away before he could see the hurt in your eyes. "Go. Have fun with that- that person you were with yesterday."

His eyes widened slightly. "[Y/N], I-"

"Shut up. I don't have anything I want to hear from you, Dabi. Now be quiet, and let me get out."

The use of his villain name was what had hit him hardest. He wasn't Touya anymore to you. Just Dabi.

You shook your head with a soft sigh, holding two suitcases and a couple more bags as you lugged them outside, into your car. You got them all in before driving away, texting your friend that you were all right.

The turquoise-eyed male just froze, shaking a bit as he ran his hand through his hair. He hadn't thought that you would actually leave... But now that you had, he felt almost... Lighter.

You, however, were not. You had been a wreck for so long. Seeing the news that a certain cremation quirk user had gone into the League of Villains soon after the break up. Yuuma was there for you the whole time, which you were grateful for. Without him... You would've broken into a million pieces, probably.

You let out a soft sigh as you got up, shaking your head to get rid of the reminiscing. Yeah, you missed him... Wanted to be with him even more. The hollow in your heart could never be healed. Not really.

He seemed fine, though. Dabi seemed to almost be having fun, from what you had seen on the news. So what? It wasn't like you were hurting. Hating that this villain work made him happier than you ever could have.

And seeing him on a date with some other person on the news? That didn't make you jealous either. The twist in your heart was just because you ate something bad, and the tears in your eyes were just from pollen getting in them in the middle of winter.

You tried so hard to convince yourself that you were okay. So what was this? You stared up at Dabi, back pressed against the wall of the building in a narrow alley. The one time you had to go there, he was there.

"Fancy seeing you here, [L/N]." His voice was carefully calm, staring at you. Eyes devoid of emotion.

"Yeah, you too, Dabi. Just let me go, all right? Give me a break." Your voice was sharp, blinking back tears.

"What happened to us, [Y/N]?" Dabi's voice was soft, almost... Gentle. You didn't miss how he used your given name, either.

"Well, it must've been love. But it's over now." You let out a soft sigh.

"Really." His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yes, really. Now let me go." You grabbed his wrist tightly, pushing him away before turning around and walking away, closing your eyes and ignoring his gaze on your back. Ignoring how it made you feel. Because it really was over now. Whatever he made you feel. You could've been a perfect couple... But not anymore. It would never happen.

A/N PART 4: Kinda wanna write a Part 2 just to make this less angsty... But oh well. Because like I feel like Touya would've been sad as well (over time) so uh- yes. (But then again Yuuma was a very good "friend" (he likes [Y/N]) and the whole time I was writing this I was like "Dude go make a move??" but he was like "no <3" so uh- yes. My OC, he's a playboy, and he's like this. At least he's a good(?) friend?? What do y'all think-) A/N PART 5: Please don't go into alleyways because every time I write/roleplay something happening into alleyways, something bad happens- so yes. Please don't- A/N PART 6: Also what're the newscasters doing- they should be calling the police instead of taking pictures of the villain and his "hot date" </3 I'm crying over here please-

[kazumiwrites]

Questioning

SUMMARY: We can all question our identity, and we shouldn’t be forced to fit into “the norm.” WORD COUNT: 200+

WARNINGS: Probably the only things are words that are stuff that queerphobic adults would say??

A/N: A poem I wrote for class :D And some cishet homophobic dude probably read it but yk, I’m fine (totally wasn’t terrified-)

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wondering where you went wrong do we have to fit into society’s norms? to make them happy we forced ourselves to fit into a mold

you have to like that person because they are the opposite gender you have to wear this you’re only what you were born as

we listened to them, perfect little children since we thought we don’t know any better listen to your parents, to your teachers, they’re the adults, they know more

you can’t be different just be normal it doesn’t matter since it’s just a phase

but what if that’s not true? what if it’s different? what if we like someone else? what if we have a different gender?

people want us to be the same though we all live in a messed up world. think that we can’t change because they are so narrow-minded.

but we can change we don’t all have to be the same because diversity is important and should never be replaced

it doesn’t matter if we love someone of the same gender it doesn’t matter if we are not the gender we were assigned at birth

we all just want to live, love be happy and free and who is anyone to say that we should be sorry?

[kazumiwrites]

Gender Confusion (A Reverse Poem)

SUMMARY: Genderfluid???? WORD COUNT: 150+

WARNINGS: Sounds transphobic kinda depending on the way you read it (which was intentional to show internalized transphobia, I didn’t mean to make it sound so mean but that’s there so-)

A/N: Another poem I wrote for school and had some cishet transphobic dude probably read it- but this poem took so long and was so hard to write, reverse poems are not fun-

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why is my gender so complicated? i ask myself on a daily basis but most people don’t struggle with this

this is a path that i shouldn’t follow never will believe that i was born this way

i’m sometimes a girl, a guy, or something in between but that’s all a blatant lie the only gender that i can be is a girl

clothes don’t equal gender that’s what i was led to think, but it’s stupid to want to wear boy’s clothes better stick to the girl’s section

there is one specific way to live i should never believe that my gender is normal

i go against human nature it is dumb to ever think that i am perfect just the way i am

i should not have been “this way” i must fit the mold the world made, and i would never even think that I should have pride in being genderfluid

[kazumiwrites]

Getting Caught Wearing Feminine Clothing

SUMMARY: How will your relationship with Aone change when you see him wearing feminine clothing? WORD COUNT: 300+

WARNINGS: Poor Aone being a lil worried, probably more of a fem reader?

A/N: I hope this was good (and in character- I think it’s a bit bad, since I don’t have much of a connection to him- so uh-) Anyways I really do hope it was good- A/N PART 2: Originally posted here.

© kazumiwrites - All rights reserved; please do not steal, edit, copy, repost (etc) my work without my express permission.

Aone didn't want anyone to know that he liked wearing feminine clothing.

It wasn't that he was embarrassed, per se, he just didn't feel like explaining it to anyone.

He just loved wearing feminine clothes, and no one would understand, right...?

So he wasn't sure what to do when you came in, knocking on his door and then just bursting in, like you always did.

"O-oh- Hey." He stared at you, uncertainly shifting from side to side as he pulled his skirt down a bit.

You weren't sure what you were supposed to do, really.

"Aone? You all right?" You walk closer to him, worried.

He nodded a little, but he still looked uncertain.

"Yeah, it's fine. I just- you don't feel awkward, seeing me in... This?"

You blinked, then shook your head. "No. Why would I?" Your head tilted slightly to the side. "You look pretty in that, anyway."

You watched as a faint blush grew on his cheeks, head tilting slightly to the side. "...Thanks..." He mumbled softly.

He soon got used to you coming and let you help choose clothes for him.

"Do you think this looks good?"

You were always so happy to help him find different clothes (it was easier for you, since you didn't seem as intimidating and it seemed less weird for you, since people didn't give you so many odd looks; you were happy to help go to the store and buy clothes for him).

He honestly grew really soft with you, and sent you pictures of different outfits.

He was bad at expressing how grateful he was to you... He was really glad that you did this for him, although he didn't talk too much about it.

Still, he hoped that you'd be there for him for a long while, and not leave; he'd miss you and your chatter if you did.