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Warmth | Yandere!EraserMic x Reader

Description: It’s the dead of night and you find yourself unable to sleep due to the cold. Luckily (or unluckily) for you, your captors have just the idea to help you out.

- Trigger Warnings - Mentions of kidnapping, restraints, and obsessive tendencies. (Y/n)’s willingness is ambiguous at first, gradually accepting. Nothing too serious is shown, since this is meant to be fluff. Age of Characters - Shouta and Hizashi are in their 30s. (Y/n) is 20+. Gender Identity of (Y/n) - Unspecified. Gender-neutral pronouns are used.

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It was freezing cold.

Your body wavered as unrelenting shivers rippled through your skin. With curled knuckles, you clutched the duvet tightly as you clung for any semblance of warmth underneath the fabric. It's so cold that the warmth from your breath created small, fleeting clouds before your face. Or maybe you were just delirious due to sleep deprivation. The coldness nipped sharply at your exhausted state, forcing you to remain conscious despite your longing to sleep. It was uncomfortable and unbearable. It had never been this cold in the house before. At this rate, you aren't going to get any ounce of sleep.

As dusk ascended, the late hours swathed the sky in a vantablack canopy, illuminated by the bespeckled constellations and the pale glow of the moonlight. Your eyelids narrowed in focus as you squinted, looking at the window. Maybe one of your "partners" unlocked it without your knowledge. Maybe to let some of the winter air inside, you thought to yourself, but the thought was squandered immediately. Considering their tendency to be... overprotective, that was wishful thinking at best. The latches fastened to the frame attested to this. You were a captive for a reason- despite being a coddled one, at that. If the windows were locked, then the source of your problem was somewhere else. You rolled onto your side as you cradled yourself into a fetal position. Your ears seemed to ring as you noted the lack of audible ambience in your bedroom, signifying the absence of an active furnace.

You groaned loudly, grumbling as you thought about the two men. How could they expect anyone to sleep through a freezing night such as this, without so much as a furnace on? Were they not cold as well? You knew damn well Shouta would've bitched about the cold, considering that man is a walking furnace. Your cuddle sessions with him proved that time and time again. Well, maybe Shouta could handle the cold, if he's bundled up in his sleeping bag and all, but Hizashi being as finicky as he is would've pulled one of his tantrums, and would likely force his husband to deal with it. You could practically hear Hizashi's babyish complaints as you imagined the scenario; the thought of a shivering Mic clinging to the ever-stoic Eraserhead brought a soft grin to your lips. Then again, Mic was likely responsible for this, he could be so irresponsible at times... Was it beyond the hyperactive man to forget about basic tasks like turning on the furnace? No. No, it was not. He probably got distracted playing with one of the cats... Speaking of, where the hell are the cats? You sure would love to nestle with one of them right now... Mochi, preferably, the chonky bastard that he is.

“Ugh.” Your forearm rested on your temple and your half-lidded eyes drilled into the ceiling above- your gaze heavy with lethargy. You didn’t feel like tossing and turning for the remainder of the night, but you also didn’t feel like getting up knowing you'd have to address this to your "husbands."

Another involuntary yawn passes from your system, and you smacked your fist against the headboard in frustration. Tossing, turning, and huddling for warmth proved as futile efforts to ease you into slumber. At this point, your somnolence and desire to sleep overwhelmed your reluctance, and with a heaved sigh, you decided to seek assistance from your oh-so beloved captors. With sluggish movements, you arose from the bed and slipped a thin blanket over your form along the way, clinging to it like a baby. A short while ago, the duo removed your restraints, granting you the privilege of being able to wander about the home freely. You could try to escape, but you aren't certain if you should. You aren't confident if you'd even make it that far to begin with.

Ever since your . . . "arrival" to their home- ahem, YOUR new home- you’ve displayed to them your obedience to them, your ability to do as they say without much complaint, and thus, they were able to trust you enough to wander the house of your own accord. So long as you never attempted to leave. That would be a problem. A very big problem. After all, they never intended of confining you indefinitely. That would be cruel, wouldn't it? Keeping you locked away forever? Their precious darling? In the very least... they wouldn't keep you locked away your bedroom.

What, did you really think you would be able to leave the house? Much less alone? Unshackled? Don't be ridiculous. They would allow you to wander the house. But that was the limit of their generosity.

They could trust you. They wanted to trust you. You’d be sure to not waver that trust, lest you desired to face an unpleasant consequence.

As your feet grazed the smoothness of the cold wooden floor, it sent another shiver down your spine. You slowly made your venture to the room of your devotees. Your knuckles reached out to knock on the slightly ajar door. Hesitation ensued as you noticed the dull golden glow of a lamp streaming from the gaps in the door frame. They were still awake? Then why the hell is it still so damn cold-

“I know you’re there.”

A stifled noise of surprise escaped your throat as a voice unexpectedly called out. Aizawa’s velvetly voice reached you from inside the room, sending a jolt down your body, bringing you back to the present. You weren’t expecting to have been caught so quickly. Should you be surprised? Not really. They were pro-hero's, after all; with advanced senses and capabilities, they remained the best of the best in their respective hero careers, Aizawa especially.

You stood there awkwardly, unaware of what your next move should be, when you finally noticed the difference in temperature. The wood below your feet absorbed the coldness, and you felt the warm air in their bedroom seep out, wafting against your cold skin like an inviting caress.

“Don’t just stand there. Come inside.”

His stoic beckoning urged you to move, pulling you from your thoughts. With the warmth emanating the room, you could hardly refuse. You cleared your throat and pardoned your entry as you sidled inside. As you entered the room, the warmth slowly enveloped you. As inviting as it was, you were visibly nervousness. You weren't used to being in their room yet. Hell, you were still adjusting to being their captive lover.

“Sorry to intrude.”

“No need to apologize. You're free to enter our bedroom anytime. You know this.”

“R-right.”

The atmosphere was quaint and content. Shouta was propped against the bedframe with a book in his hands, using the light from the bedside lamp to illuminate the words. Mochi was sleeping peacefully on his lap, purring like a motorboat. At the end of the bed, resting in cute little loaf positions, were Sakura and Koko, the other two cats. Shouta finally turned his gaze away from his book to acknowledge you. Obsidian eyes, framed by a curious brow, peaked at you from behind partial strands of raven hair. He could tell you were nervous, but didn't make a point to mention it. His pajamas consisted only of a pair of sweatpants, and his shirtless frame ignited a blush across your cheeks. To his left was a slumbering Hizashi, splayed out across the kind-sized bed with his back turned to the both of you. His long, golden blonde hair was in a similar state of disarray, spilling out across the fabric, yet retained a luminous shine under the gentle glow of the light. The blanket covering his form rose and lowered in synchronization to his breathing.

They seemed rather cozy, didn't they?

Mild irritation crept along your disposition in the form of an analytical gaze. Why was it freezing in your bedroom, but not in here? The sight of their coziness made you a bit annoyed. The Erasure hero, as observational as he was, appeared to notice your agitation. An almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lip as he interjected your thoughts.

“Is something the matter? It’s late, you know. You should be asleep by now.”

His words carried an air of innocent deception- a hint of condescension tinctured the way he phrased his otherwise apathetic statement. His worry seemed sugarcoated, almost. As if he actually was expecting your presence.

“Well?”

You blinked, realizing your silence.

“Yeah, um,” you nervously spoke, trying to find your words as you gestured to the hallway, “do you not find it cold? Maybe not in here, but out there?”

“No. Why do you ask?” he questioned with a half-hearted tone as he closed the book and placed it on the bedside table.

Is he taunting you? Why else would you ask? You couldn't help but ponder as a quirk of suspicion caused your eyebrow to arch. The two men always kept such a close eye on you, ensuring your basic needs were met. There’s no way he wasn’t aware of the temperature. It wouldn't be very "loving" of them, as they say, had they not been aware.

“It's freezing in my room. I can't exactly sleep because of it.” you explained as you cradled the blanket closer to your body.

Aizawa closed his eyes and hummed in acknowledgement, “Is that so?”

"Yeah..."

“I wonder what can be done about that.”

. . .

Turn on the furnace, maybe? You thought to yourself sardonically. His tone got on your nerve but you didn't have much time to mull over it as your attention was redirected to Present Mic, who began to stir in his slumbering state. Aizawa moved a hand to rest on his husband’s back. With a placid voice and a gentle shudder, he eased the blonde male into a wakefulness. Hizashi shifted to face your direction, his upper bodyweight supported by one of his palms as he awakened. He rubbed his eye with his one hand and glanced between you and his husband.

Groggily, he asked aloud, “Ah? What are my two lovebirds doing up so late?”

“(Y/n) can’t sleep.” Shouta responded, his tone matching the stoicism displayed on his expression.

The tiredness seemed to fade almost immediately as a shit-eating grin brightened across Hizashi’s face. He exchanged a knowing glance with Shouta, who raised an amused eyebrow. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Ah, really? That’s such a bummer.”

“It’s apparently "too cold".” Shouta's monotonous tone faltered as he added to the conversation with a sickeningly sweet inflection, accentuated by the vague contortion of a smile creeping up on the corner of his lip.

“It's too cold? Oh, my- who could have seen this comin'?!”

“Indeed. What to do, what to do.”

. . .

Oh, those sneaky motherfuckers.

They definitely messed with the temperature.

You were tempted to smack their grins away. This was preplanned, wasn't it? A ploy of sorts to lure you into their love nest? Another way for them to smother you in their endless, loving affectations? You wouldn't entertain their games. You're far too tired for that. Instead, you feigned ignorance, and cleared your throat as you spoke up.

“Maybe you can turn the furnac-–?”

“PSSSH!” the blonde fiercely interjected as he admonished the suggestion, “C’mon, now, that’s so boringgggg-uh. Why don’t we make this interesting, eh?”

“"Interesting?"” you repeated in confusion.

“Put two and two together, my little Songbird~ You've got two personal heaters right here! In the form of your most beloved husbands.”

“I agree. After all, the most efficient way to warm yourself up is through body heat.” Aizawa added.

“--with the added bonus of our furbabies, of course!!” Hizashi exclaimed as he held up a helpless Mochi, his small cat legs dangling in the air as he meowed softly in protest.

“Put the cat down, Mic,”

“Aww, but he loves it!”

He gave the blonde man a cold, deadpanned stare, but it wasn't unkind. A flicker of amusement was evident in his gaze as he watched Hizashi pout like a child, putting down Mochi, who eagerly snuggled into his side, despite having been ragdolled just a moment ago. The two men then focused their attention back to you, waiting for your response expectantly.

“Uh, well, um,”

A series of embarrassed stammers slipped from your lips as you stumbled over your words, unable to formulate a proper response. Needless to say, you were rather flustered by their words. Sure, you've cuddled with them before, but... never in their bedroom, and never overnight. The idea wasn't met with outright rejection from your end but the atmosphere added a rather intimate element to the suggestion that you simply couldn't ignore, leaving you feeling a sense of abashment despite the innocent nature of their affection. You were still adjusting to this new life of yours, after all, being a partner to two men who were insanely captivated by you. Both of them, as if sensing your hesitancy, softened their patronizing expressions, and were quick to part you some words of encouragement.

“There's no need to be so shy. We aren't going to bite, you know.”

“Yeah, baby. We're all friends here, yeah? Of course, we're more than that, but ya get it.”

Shouta departed from the bed and approached you with a relaxed gait. His tall, slender form seemed to overshadow you as he hovered behind you and draped his hands onto your shoulders. Calloused fingertips worked around the blanket to stroke against the bare skin of your arms. Under his delicate touch, an amorous tingle ignited in your skin. Your breath hitched and your visage radiated with warmth; you’re sure Mic will tease you for your display of mortification, but his expression was sweet and tender as he gazed at the two of you. Shouta's head lowered to the nape of your neck, lips brushing against your flesh as he paused in a momentary stage of contemplation. He moved to your shoulder blade and hummed in contemplation, instigating a shudder from your body, and you could feel a small frown form on his lips against your skin.

“You’re freezing, kitten. Come lay with us.” the black-haired male cooed gently.

“I-I don’t know,”

“We’re not asking.” he affirmed with an assertive toe as he brushed strands of hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your skin, “You’ll get better sleep if you stay with us for the night. Don’t you think, Hizashi?”

The blonde man chuckled as he nodded in agreement, “I do indeed, Sho! Get over here, Songbird. Stay with us overnight for once, yeah? We insist~!”

“You need to know that you're safe with us, (Y/n). And we'd never do anything to harm you. We'll make sure you get the rest you need. Just trust us.”

“...”

Silence was your response as Shouta decided for you. You posed no resistance to their command. Despite this, you didn't oppose the idea. Cuddling with the two men, along with the three cats, was an irresistible offer, and you couldn't help the surge of affection that coursed through your being as you allowed yourself to get comfortable in the love and care they possess for you.

He ushered you to the bed, with his hands interwoven with your own. From there on, you complied to their ministrations. Hizashi crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket away from you. He inched closer and ducked his hands over your waist and planted his face in the curvature of your neck. Your head tilted to the side slightly as he did so, and Shouta took this opening to kiss you so tenderly. Your mouth locked with his in a slow, sensual embrace of lips. Hizashi manipulated his hands in a continuous rhythm on your arms for friction- the action worked as you slowly felt yourself start to warm up, the heat beginning to weigh you down with exhaustion.

“You really are cold, huh? Don’t worry, Songbird. We’ll get you nice and toasty warm in no time.” Hizashi gently purred into your ear as you and Shouta relinquished the kiss.

In the immediate absence, Hizashi claimed your lips, letting out a low giggle into the kiss that vibrated through your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Shouta gazed on with a fond glint in his dark gaze, the gentle purring of the cats in the background adding to the safe and comforting atmosphere.

The two men then guided you to lay down on the bed. Not a moment was taken for granted as they cuddled up against you, their legs intertwining with your own. Shouta embraced you from behind while Hizashi snuggled into your chest. Shouta’s hands gently maneuvered your waist and his fingers grabbed ahold of your sides, his strong arms secured around your soft body. Hizashi pressed himself into your collarbone as his hands slid over your shoulders- his fingers interlocking behind your neck. The cats were quick to snuggle with you, too, as Mochi hopped on top of your entangled bodies, with Koko and Sakura following suit. The three of you were amused by the clinginess of the cats, eagerly accepting them into the cocoon of love shared between you all. Shouta peppered the side of your face with delicate kisses as Hizashi moved his lips against yours once again in a slow, but passionate pace to your own. You were wholeheartedly enveloped by the two men, with no chance of escaping. But maybe you didn't want to.

In your eyes, you didn't have much to complain about. At least they cared for you, tended to your needs. With tender care, they ensured you were well-pampered, though you never demanded much, and maintained a relatively reserved demeanor, confined within your boundaries. You still valued your independence, after all. Even after they ripped it away from you by whisking you away into their lives forever.

Even after all this time, you remained uncertain if it was romantic love or twisted obsession, in regards to what they felt for you. But their actions spoke volumes; their devotion to you remained a boundless certainty as they shower you in blinding adoration; so much so, it subconsciously detached you from the concepts of normalcy. Maybe you’ve already grown used to their loving insanity. And as you saw it, you could’ve been kidnapped by people with less than pure intentions and treated much more differently, so you had no right to complain.

Hizashi parted from the kiss, but your lips were quickly captured by Shouta as he pecked you once more, the taste of strong dark coffee lingering as he pulled away.

“Bet that warmed you up real good, didn't it? Cuddles, kisses, and kitties, who wouldn't want that every night?” Hizashi chuckled, causing you to let out an abashed giggle in response.

Aizawa quirked a brow, peering down at you, silently amused by your shyness despite the affectionate situation. Despite this, his tone took on a bit of a firmer inflection as he spoke.

“There's no reason to be so quiet.”

“I think their silence speaks volumes. I can tell they love us just as much as we love them!” Hizashi hummed as his grip on you tightened, not painfully, but it served as a constant reminder of his presence. A slightly possessive sign, an all-too familiar one, but an accepted one, nonetheless.

“You wouldn't have had to ensure the coldness if you simply moved into the bedroom with us.”

“Fo' sho, Sho'!” Hizashi drawled with poor pronunciation, earning himself a collective eyeroll from you and Shouta.

Hizashi chuckled awkwardly at his corny joke before rephrasing, “Aha, I just mean, what's the point in living together if we're gonna be in separate rooms? Helloooo~?! We're a throuple! And that's not what normal relationships do, ya dig? We gotta be tighter than bark on a tree!”

Well, this wasn't a normal relationship to begin with.

You pursued your lips as you shook away the thought. You decided to break the ice, almost literally, by confronting them with your suspicions.

“Did you guys mess with the temperature on purpose?” you muttered in a deadpanned tone.

Hizashi's lip protruded in mock-dumbfoundedness as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe we did, maybe we didn’t. What’s it to ‘ya if we did?”

His playful dismissiveness did nothing more than prove your point. You couldn’t express much disdain other than a repressed scoff as you remained huddled between the two men, maximizing warmth. Again, you weren't going to complain about the conditions. It was much cozier sleeping between them than alone in your bed, you had to admit...

“Don't worry about that, (Y/n),” Shouta gruffly stated, brushing his ear to your lip, “Do you feel any better?”

“I do,” you murmured, “thank you.”

“Anything for you, kitten.” he assured you tenderly, “But, back to what Yamada said... There’s no reason for us to be separated. We aren't strangers to you anymore and we refuse to be.”

“It’s exactly as Sho-chan says. You don’t need to be cooped up in that room all alone anymore. We can share this bed together, as the lovers we are and will always be.”

Aizawa huffed at the nickname, but didn't say anything against it, choosing to agree with the sentiment spoken. He clung to you, muttering softly into your ear, “Isn’t that a fine idea, kitten?”

A soft smile graced your lips as you nodded in agreement. The slight tension in their bodies eased at your acquiescence. A comfortable silence persisted, broken only by your breathing and the soft purring of the cats as you gently reached out to pet them. Exchanging body heat with the two men, the warmth coursed through your entire being, stimulating a surge of pleasant weariness as your body continued to relaxed. It was unbelievable, how utterly boneless you were, cocooned protectively in the arms of your captors. As the coldness gradually receded from your body, you allowed yourself to melt like a puddle into their sweet embrace. The two men noticed the tension leave your body, exchanging a satisfied glance between each other, before they cradled you closer to their bodies. Their plan had worked, and now the three of you are closer than ever before. Nothing wrong with a little bit of harmless manipulation, eh? As the three of you lay there, they caressed and cradled and stroked you in a successful attempt to ease you into a comfortable rest. The warmth of their bodies, pressed closely against yours, combined with their gentle efforts to soothe you, provided you with the most restful sleep of your life. But before the welcoming embrace of slumber could take you whole, you heard them part loving words to you.

“We love you, (Y/n).”

And you couldn't help but reciprocate their love with the genuine love you now felt for them, too.

“I love you both, too.”

Maybe this wasn't so bad, afterall.

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kiraley · 6 months ago

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Hitoshi Shinsou x Yandere!Reader

Description: Shinsou doesn’t like your obsessive coddling. Or maybe he does.

Trigger Warnings - Infantilization. Pet play. Yandere and tsundere themes. Kidnapping. Brief brainwashing. Mentions of bullying, insecurity, and being restrained. Stockholm syndrome. This is meant to be a lighthearted one-shot, however, so nothing too serious is shown! No NSFW content. Age of Characters - 18+. Gender Identity of (Y/n) - Unspecified.

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“Stay still for me, Kitty Cat!”

“No.”

“But these cat ears are the cutest! You’d look so cute if you just stayed still and let me put them on you.”

“Don’t care.”

“Don’t be like that. Who’s my good little kitty cat?”

“Stop this.”

“You are! Yes, you are~!”

“I said stop.”

Shinsou’s deep voice severed through your affectionate babbles. He dismissed you in any way he could. Though, he couldn’t do much to begin with. Not with you straddled to the lap of the taller male, forcing him to be pampered like a helpless little kitten. He shifted in discomfort against the restraints securing him to a chair. Funnily enough, the restraints in question were of his own capture weapon. He was almost impressed at your ability to one-up him, had he not been pissed at being abducted. He’s long since abandoned the struggle to escape his binding, but that didn’t stop him from occasionally retracting from you, or uttering a grievance in protest. He didn’t appreciate you stepping over his pride with your affectionate overindulgence. He found it to be quite flustering.

“Why would I stop now? We’re just getting to the good part!”

After placing a cat ear headband onto his scalp, you continued to accessorize your darling. Hitoshi’s gaze lingered past your own as he stared off into the distance with a deadpan expression. Your fingers brushed against the nape of his neck as you worked to clasp a black choker around his neck suited with a small bell. He shivered against the feeling of your fingers on his skin. Finally, you dismounted his lap and stepped back to view your progress. Hitoshi donned a black, white, and purple themed cat boy maid outfit, with matching cat ears, gloves, thigh-high stockings, and a tail. Minor cosmetic application complimented his look as you adorned his face with emo-esq eyeliner- accentuating his sleep-deprived eyes, and a touch of dark lipstick. And of course a painted on nose and whiskers!

You couldn’t help but swoon even more. He was just too cute! Though the outfit was missing something- a final touch! BUT WHAT???

In contrast, Hitoshi grunted in dissatisfaction. He couldn’t have been more humiliated.

“We're just about done with your outfit! It's coming along so nicely.”

“Oh, goody.”

Your outstretched smile was greeted by his unimpressed muse. You giggled at his reaction and toyed with the bell attached to his necklace.

“This choker really adds to that edge of your personality. Don't you agree?”

“I'm not answering that.”

“You just did, Kitty Cat!”

“Stop calling me that.”

“I'll consider it if you behave like a good kitty for me~,”

“That's an oxymoron.”

“Aw, shucks. I guess you're right! I guess I'll just call you Kitty Cat, anyway.”

Much to his dismay, his impassive commentary was dodged left and right, rendered useless against your blinding adoration. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, enclasping him partially, and snuggled into the side of his face. He huffed out and tried to turn his head away from yours as you rubbed against him like a cat in demand of scritchies. For someone who refers to him as a kitty cat, you sure behaved more like a cat than he did.

“This is highly unorthodox.”

“"Unorthodox"? Please! Is it so wrong to be hopelessly in-love with you?” you purred in admiration.

“If that’s what you’d call being a delusional stalker.”

A quirk of agitation flexed a muscle on his forehead as you laughed off his insult.

“Being feisty, are we? I do love it when you bare your teeth at me, Kitty Cat,” you lulled into his ear. “Be a good little kitten and “meow” for me, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m not entertaining your insanity.”

“You should. It’s far too much fun.”

“Have mercy on me, (Y/n). I’m not a pet.” he retorted, sardonically.

“That’s not my name, silly.” you countered in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Through gritted teeth, Hitoshi spoke with much reluctance.

“Oh, sweet darling of mine,” he corrected himself, “please, do have mercy on me. I think we’ve both had our fair share of coddling tonight.”

“But, Kitty Cat! It would be unmerciful if I deprived you of my affection!” you said lightly, “And you’re just the cutest thing ever! I couldn’t stop showering you in love, even if I wanted to. Not that I would ever want to. Or even could.”

“How considerate of you.” he mumbled sarcastically. He tried to ignore the warmth in his cheeks by looking away. Maybe he was just feeling restless.

“Look, I'm getting tired. Can I just go to bed?”

“You mean, can WE go to bed~?”

“Can. We. Please. Go. To. Bed.” he seethed through a gritted smile.

“But I'm so close to completing your outfit! And I had so many fun activities planned! And you just wanna sleep?!”

“Obviously.”

You sighed.

“Well, I don't want you to be tired. My kitty needs his beauty sleep, after all. So I guess I'll wrap this up.”

��Good.” he said sternly.

“Right after I finish your look and take some pictures!”

“ . . . ”

“I'd knew you'd agree!”

“I was feeling the exact opposite.”

“Now,” you cleared your throat as you reached for something in your back pocket, “let’s finish your look, shall we? This bow-tie is just the thing.”

“Please, don’t.” he countered blandly as he attempted to wriggle away. His disobedience caused you to grin.

“I’ll loosen your binds if you promise to behave like a good kitten.”

He stopped moving and his eyes noticeably lit up at the prospect. Was he about to sacrifice what little pride he had left just to appease your insanity? Well, not like he had much pride to begin with after everything you’ve subjected him to in terms of your mollycoddling. He considered your proposal as a possible way to break free to the outside world once again. Without being tied-up, he’d have a much easier time to plan his escape. And inevitably fail.

His compliance lacked verbalization as he nodded silently in agreement.

“Use your words, Kitty.”

He paused to glare at you. You were getting under his skin, and he knew that you knew that. He could tell from your ever-growing smirk and how your words tinged with innocent condescension. There was nothing more enjoyable to you than teasing your darling to death.

“I promise.”

“You promise to~?” you drawled with a loving coo, leaning in for added effect.

He heaved another sigh and rolled his eyes.

“I promise to behave.”

You hummed a smooth chuckle and patted his head as a reward for his obedience. He cringed as you did so.

“Good boy.”

You parted from his lap to unravel the binding cloth around his torso and limbs. The white fabric fell to the floor in a muted thump as his arms and hands gained freedom. You stepped back and watched him stretch out his weary limbs and rub his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at his ever-persistent state of sleepiness. He reminded you too much of a cat, even down to the smallest of details. You knew the cat costume was a great idea! And of course it had to be maid-themed. Not for any particular reason. But the emo aspect of his outfit spoke for itself. It fit his personality! Your cute little emo boyfriend!

His eyes slowly drifted to meet yours. A subtle look of calculation crossed his visage. A look that, perhaps, you'd fail to pick up on in your current state of swooning.

“Will you ever get tired of the kitten play?” he asked, yet behind his words, there was a strategic element at play. He was planning something.

“I could never!!”

Bingo.

He smirked to himself. The words slipped past your lips seemingly without thought. With his body unrestrained, and your blissful ignorance causing you to respond, the opportunity to escape presented itself. He was about to activate his quirk when he stopped to think about his plan. Maybe he'll keep you under a state of immobilization. But how long would the effects of his quirk last until he found a means to escape? You’ve broken the immobilization tactic before as he was mid-escape; the process would likely repeat if he tried it again. Or he could brainwash you into going to sleep. Or brainwash you into entering a comatose state.

No- he's tried that, too. He shuddered as he remembered that night; the moment he ordered you to slip into unconsciousness, your conscious mind awakened immediately to subdue him. It both impressed him and terrified him, to say the least. You may not be the first to break from his hypnosis, but you remain the only person to actively break from his hypnosis. It's as if the grip of his quirk is useless against you.

If he can't subdue you in that regard, maybe he could get you to unlock the front door or a window leading to the outside world. Then he could run away into the night with his newly found freedom. Or maybe he could restrain you with his capture weapon, and then call the police to deal with your crazy ass. He needed to find a way to brainwash you that wouldn't involve you snapping out of his hypnosis, consequently leading to a time-out for his misbehavior. He shuddered again at the thought. Sometimes he'd be forced to wear a hat of shame as part of his punishment for acting out, but we don't talk about that.

. . .

“Earth to 'Toshi~,”

Just like that, he was snapped from his daze.

“''Toshi"? That's your new nickname for me?”

“I figured that would get your attention.”

He shot you a stoical expression.

“I can't believe how uncool you are.”

“Le gasp!! I am OFFENDED!” you overemphasized as you clamped a hand over your heart, before a smile flickered on your lips. “Anyway, where were we?”

“Doing anything but this.”

“Heh! You're funny!”

Hitoshi grunted. For once, he decided to ignore his thoughts. He'll think of an escape plan later, he rationalized as he thinned his lips, tasting the faint flavor of the lipstick. His gloved fingers started smoothening over his wrists and forearms. They were kind of sore from being restrained. You replaced his fingers with your own as you massaged the tender areas. You hummed as you did so- a contended look etched on your face. His hardened gaze softened ever so lightly at your delicate ministrations. There was such a slight, but tender look in his eye as he inspected you, as if the tranquility of your aura was affecting him, as well. The way your fingers moved with such gentle precision . . . Taking care of him with such doting consideration . . . As you always did . . .

“Better?” you questioned, bringing him back to the present.

“Yeah,” he replied softly, “thanks.”

His absentminded politeness caused you to let out a surprised gasp.

“Look at you using your manners! I didn't even have to remind you. I’m so proud of you.”

Your hand found its way to his head as you rewarded him with the head pats of a lifetime. Your fingers interweaved with his already messy locks, rustling his hair back and forth, and the tips of your nails gently grazed his scalp. You even caressed his cat ears, feigning them to be real ears.

“Such a good kitty cat, aren’t you? Aren’t youuuu? Who's my precious baby boy?”

His contentment dispersed, replaced by bashfulness. A stuttered noise emitted from his throat as he found himself at a loss for words. To add insult to injury, you started leaving smoochies all over his face. The added peppering of kisses proved too much for him to handle and he crumbled under the weight of your love.

“Ngh, hey--! Stop that!”

A deep shade of crimson tinctured his fair face. With your affection making him feel more flustered than usual, his brows furrowed and he tried to shoo you away. You denied his efforts to do so- instead, you giggled at his mortification.

“Awe, is my Kitty cat feeling embarrassed? Do you enjoy your head pats and kisses? Don't be shy, now. You can tell me.”

He refuted your observation with subtle indignance, huffing to himself.

“N--no, I don't, you idiot. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

“Noooo, I would never.” you teased, sitting back on his lap, “It's not like your face is beet red or anything.”

He cleared his throat sharply. The uncomfortably hot sensation in his cheeks couldn't be disputed. You were an expert in making him feel flustered, after all. It's not like there was a part of him that enjoyed this.

“I'm only red because you're irritating me.”

“Sureeeeee. Definitely not because you're blushing.”

“Would you shut up already?” he mumbled, cursing at himself internally for blushing.

“Easy, tiger! No need to bring your claws out! Let’s just finish up your outfit, shall we?”

Begrudgingly, he sat there in silence as you finalized his look. You fastened a frilly purple bow tie around his neck to seal the deal, humming innocently to yourself. The reserved man detested this more than anything. The poor dude just wanted his sleep. Or in the very least, to get away from your babying. His pride and heart couldn't take much more of this.

An adjustment here- a tightening there, and . . . VOILA! You bounced to your feet to admire your magnum opus. At last, the emo maid cat boy arc has been achieved, and you couldn’t have been happier. The same could not be said for your purple-haired pet. You doubled-over, placing your hands on your knees as you positioned yourself to be at eye-level with Hitoshi.

“Do you feel bonita?”

. . .

“Do you, or do you not feel bonita?” you asked again- this time, with much more conviction.

He sighed out the last remaining semblance of dignity.

“I feel bonita.”

“Wonderful! Because you look bonita,”

You grabbed his face and planted a prolonged smooch on his forehead. A noise of disgruntlement warbled from his squished cheeks as you rested your forehead against his.

“You are very precious to me.”

“I can't say the same.”

“Come on, now,” you started, softly, “it’s not so bad, is it? Being here with me? We're in-love, and we're meant to be together. Forever. You know this just as much as I do.”

Shinsou's stare hardened as he glared daggers at you. An expression that read "are you kidding me?"

“This is what you would call a power imbalance. Or perhaps a "toxic relationship." No- "unrequited love" works better. What we have is not even a relationship to begin with. I never agreed to be your partner.”

“Silly little kitten,” you murmured with a hint of slyness in your tone, “if you were against me as much as you say, you would’ve used your quirk to free yourself ages ago.”

Suddenly, his fierce composure wavered. His gaze inadvertently softened as his eyes expanded in realization.

“I–I have tried. Numerous times.” he stumbled over his words, foiling his attempt to sound serious.

“No, no, no,” you booped his nose in three intervals, feigning offence, “don’t lie like that. It's not fair to either of us when you lie. You can’t sit there and tell me you were actually trying to escape those previous times.”

Hitoshi gave you an incredulous look. Your accusations had him flummoxed to a degree he couldn't quite explain. He was against this situation, wasn't he? Of course he would be. There's no way he actually enjoyed your company.

. . .

Maybe you had a point, after all.

No. He shook his head.

There's just no way.

Maybe just a little bit.

Hitoshi scoffed, his eye failing to meet yours as he dismissed your words, “What makes you think I wasn't trying, (Y/n)? You literally kidnapped me. You force me to be your "kitty cat" everyday. So of course I've tried to escape.”

“Hitoshi, darling,” you started and pulled away to meet his uncertain gaze, “"Tried" is exactly the point. You don't try to escape with that much effort anymore. I'll admit, at first when I brought you here, you gave it your all trying to escape my love. Trying to deny your love for me. You almost got away from me at one point, too, y'know. Almost,”

You pinched his cheek lovingly before continuing.

“But it didn't take long for your "declaration of war" to run its course. You aren't resisting as much anymore. Your attempts to "fight back" are amusing at best, lackluster at worst. And let's be real; you're the type to put up a fight. You won't let anything get in your way, no matter the cost. You and I both know just how capable you are. How strong and dedicated you are when it comes to your goals. You aren’t weak. Not by any means. If you wanted to leave, you would’ve done so long ago. Especially with how powerful your quirk is.”

Silence was his only response- sans for a gaping mouth. The deepest hue of rosiness tinged his pale cheeks and his brain wracked with a surge of thoughts as he struggled to rationalize with this revelation. Meanwhile, you were nonchalant. Your half-lidded gaze looked down as you adjusted his bowtie. It's like you were expecting this. And that's because you were.

“That’s why I know that, deep down, you're okay with this. That’s how I know you love me, too. You just haven't accepted it into your heart yet. Not completely, anyway.”

You crane your neck to peer down at him with an expression of prideful amusement. His composure faltered underneath your smirk. It was a soft but domineering look. There was no way he could refute your argument. You had him figured out even before he had himself figured out.

“Judging by your reaction, I can already tell you've come to terms with all of this. I can see you accepted that, maybe, just maybe, you aren't as against this as you initially thought. Isn't that right?”

He avoided your gaze to glance to the side as he cleared the tension from the back of his throat.

Well, shit.

Looks like the cat is out of the bag for real this time.

“I guess I’ll take this over being outcasted by society and villainized for my quirk.”

His relented response caused you to chuckle. He attempted to maintain an expressionless facade but you could tell he was overwhelmed with emotion. You maneuvered your hand through the soft, disheveled tufts of his Indigo mane. The small act of comfort caused his heart to soar with elation. He probably shouldn’t enjoy this, but he can’t help it. He was wrapped around your pretty little finger; an indisputable fact, one that he'd finally come to accept. Maybe deep down, all along, he knew his little acts of resistance were something to prolong the inevitable. To delay accepting his feelings for you. After all, the only real escape was in your arms. The only future he had going for him is a future where you're right beside him. Even if that meant being pampered like a pet all the way. Maybe you weren't that bad, after all.

“I already knew that.”

He closed his eyes and sighed gently. Not in agitation. Rather, in a subtle display of submission and acceptance.

“The world doesn’t appreciate you. It never has. Nobody has ever appreciated you,” you spoke partially to yourself and partially to him. “Nobody could ever appreciate you the way I do.”

A deep chuckle reverberated from his chest. He couldn’t help but agree with your statement.

“Maybe you’re right. You’re the first person to not view me as less than human, or accuse me of being something I’m not. The first to see me as something other than a villain.”

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I mean, at this point, there's no point in denying my feelings. And there's no denying that you're the only one who never judged me for my quirk. And for that, I'm grateful to you, (Y/n). For giving me a chance. For always being there for me, and for taking care of me now.”

He hated to admit it, but he could appreciate you for who you are. Even prior to becoming your captive, you were the only one to ever treat him with basic human respect. Others rejected him, ostracized him. They deemed him a freak- someone with a quirk suited for villainy. He kept to himself, yet they persisted in his apparent villainous nature. If he was silent, he was plotting. If he spoke, he was an intrusion. If he looked at you, he was perverse. If he didn’t, he was judging. If he worked with others, he was a mooch. If he was alone, he was stuck-up. That’s all he was to people; the embodiment of depravity, no matter the angle he was viewed from, no matter how contradictory their accusations were. He would always be the bad guy. All because of his natural gift.

“Of course. It’s because I love you. I’m the only one in this world who understands you. The REAL you.”

You were the opposite. The complete opposite to what he’d been accustomed to for his entire life. You weren’t afraid to be around him. You weren’t disgusted, judgmental, or abrasive. You spoke to him directly, answering his questions with direct eye-contact. No sign of hesitation, no waver in your voice. You regarded him as another human being- simple as that. You felt comfortable enough to approach him, to smile at him, to invite him for studying sessions and the likes. The only one to ever see past his apparent “villainous” exterior. And for that, he had to thank you, to show you his gratitude.

“The people who judge you and bully you- they claim to be better, yet they treat you so terribly. Who is the villain then, huh? The one fighting to become a hero despite everything, or the one who rejects those based on something they can’t control?” you asked in rhetorical reference. “You aren't the villain. They are. The audacity they have to mistreat you, abuse you, and then claim to be heroic is disgusting. They're hypocrites. Every last one of them.”

You scoffed. Your hands instinctively tightened around him and you nestled into the curvature of his neck. Your words, tinged with repugnance, hit too close to home for the introverted male. All he could do was look at you in his state of shock. His heart fluttered, accelerated by a burning passion emerging from his soul. He remained silent, allowing the sentiments to fester in his mind, and allowing his repressed feelings to finally surface.

“You don’t need to worry about them anymore. You don't need to worry about anything else anymore. I’ll take care of you. From now until forever.”

A comfortable silence befell the two of you. He made no effort to protest your love this time around, nor did he feel any resistance to your benevolence. On the contrary- he wanted to indulge further. From the bottom of his heart, he longed to share his heart with yours. He wanted to accept your love. To be a willing recipient, who not only receives love, but delivers it, too. His soft expression then soured. His thoughts of internal self-wallowing began to emerge, and his expression furrowed into a display of doubt. Even after your declaration, lingering anxieties got the better of him. The remnants of his past came back to haunt him again as he doubted your intentions. He couldn't help it.

“You mean it when you say you love me, right? This isn’t some sick joke? Some misguided, deluded power-trip?”

Your head shot up as you responded to him in a heartbeat.

“Of course I do–,”

The sound of your own heartbeat reverberated in your ears as an immediate stillness enclosed every fiber of your being. A cold numbness beyond your capabilities restricted your mind and body, depriving you of free will. No longer were you in control of yourself.

With your movements halted and your eyes glazed over with an expression starved of emotion, he pounced. He’s brainwashed you before, but never to inquire about your true intentions. A part of him needed to be reminded of your love, but under the condition of his quirk. He needed to know that this was real.

He was a needy little kitty, after all.

“Answer truthfully,” he commanded. “Do you love me?”

“Yes. I love you more than anything. I would do anything to prove my love for you. I would do anything for you to love me.”

Your response was instantaneous. Even under hypnosis, your voice was defined by pure, unadulterated compassion. Shinsou released a staggered breath of air- one he wasn’t aware he was holding in.

He shouldn’t care about your love.

He really shouldn’t.

He shouldn’t even think about loving you, either.

Even after you kidnapped him- even after the countless pampering sessions, where you treat him as some little pet needing to be cared for constantly. He shouldn’t be entertaining your insanity; he’s said it before.

But . . .

Maybe he doesn't care what he "should" or "shouldn't" do anymore. Maybe that’s the line between heroism and villainy that becomes blurred. To love someone who is a villain- to acknowledge and appreciate the good qualities in them.

But who's to say who is and who isn't a villain? Maybe you were just like him. Someone deemed a “villain” merely for existing out of the boundaries of conventionality. Someone called a "villain" just because you lived life a little differently from others.

You may have done some.. less than lawful things, but you still had a good heart. Was this justification? Rationalization? Should he be concerned that he was falling for his kidnapper?

Eh.

Looks like he didn’t care about that anymore.

Coloration was restored the shrinking whites of your eyes as the grip of his quirk relinquished from your being. When you came to, you gazed at him in loving adoration, a soft smirk adorning your lips. The coldness from his quirk was replaced by the warmth of your love. He refused your stare by looking at the ground in shame. The bell on his choker jangled slightly as he did so.

“Have I,” he struggled to find his words as he willingly resigned to his fate, “misbehaved?”

You giggled at his remark.

“Not at all,”

Your hand grasped his cheek as you redirected his gaze, staring deeply into his dark purple eyes.

“I like when you use your quirk on me, Kitty Cat.”

Any mental restraint holding him back disappeared once you said those words.

For the first time, Shinsou made the first move by leaning in to kiss you. Something unexpected from both sides. Your breathing caught in your throat as you were taken aback by his emboldened act of love. His arms slithered around your form to pull you flush against his chest- his long digits splaying across your back, sending a jolt of pleasant tingles down your spine. Your shock diminished quickly and you melted into his touch. Your palms cupped his cheeks as you cradled his face in your hands and rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone. His lips moved in slow, passional synchronization with your own lips as you indulged in a moment of tender intimacy. For once, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, accepting you as his own. The world beyond the two of you didn't need to matter. Not anymore. Your hands slithered up his outfit to entangle in his hair. The feline-themed headband fell to the ground as your fingers tousled about, and you could taste his lipstick smearing onto your own lips. He tilted your head slightly to deepen the kiss and you oh-so graciously accepted. The two of you kissed passionately for what felt like a heavenly eternity. When the kiss parted, the two of you were breathless, weighted in an atmosphere of requited fondness. Hitoshi’s breath intermingled with your own. His lips hovered against yours, as if waiting with bated breath for your next word.

The silence was broken when he peered up at you and muttered against your lips, “You’re the first person to say that to me.”

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him.

“I’ll be the first and only one.”

He closed his eyes to indulge in the taste and feeling of your lips once more. You pulled away briefly, a mischievous glint sparkling in your eye.

“Now, then,” you cooed, “why don’t you meow for me, like the good little kitty that you are?”

Shinsou sighed. This time, he sighed in contentment, with a gentle smile gracing his lips.

“Meow.”

“Now purr for me!”

“Don't push your luck.”

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