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If you're a bird, I'm a bird

Part 2 !!MINORS DNI!!

Characters: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

Words: 4.6k

Summary: Virgin Reader and Shinso go back to Reader’s house and talk about their feelings and then things get ~spicy~. Reader goes by she/her and is female-bodied. Part 3 is in the works. 

Warnings: Reader loses her virginity. She calls Shinso “sir.” Female receiving Oral. It’s pretty vanilla.

Also, um, this is baby’s first smut, soooo, pls feel free to send some constructive criticism. Emphasis on constructive. If you’re mean to me I’ll cry beat your ass.

The two of you spend the rest of the cab ride catching up and talking about old times. You are pleased to find it’s nowhere nearly as uncomfortable as you suspected it would be. The conversation is entirely natural and teasing, just like old times. 

“Well, this is me,” you say, unlocking your apartment door. “Want some coffee or anything?”

“Duh,” Shinso responds, following you into your small apartment, following your lead and kicking off his shoes. “Black, please. And I’ll go find you some Advil.”

“Oh! Medicine cabinet. Bathroom. Thanks! You’re a lifesaver!”

You begin brewing the coffee as Shinso digs through your medicine cabinet. Searching for the Advil, he finds a bottle of Zoloft and one of anxiety medication. Huh. I didn’t know about those, he thinks to himself, inspecting the containers. They date back a few months ago. He finds the Advil behind a packet of birth control pills and brings it into the kitchen. 

“Thanks a million,” you say, making a glass of water and throwing two pills into your mouth.

“Don’t mention it,” he says, grabbing a couple for himself. “Soooo. This is where you live, huh?”

“Yep. I know it’s not a whole lot. But it’s mine.”

“No, it’s great! Cozy. It’s exactly what you used to say you wanted when we were younger.”

“Yeah, but they don’t allow pets, except for fish, which sucks.”

“Damn, so no cats?? No, we’ve gotta find you a new place immediately,” he jokes.

You giggle and fill two mugs with coffee, gesturing for him to follow you into the living room. There’s a moment of silence as you sit on opposite ends of the couch, savoring your hot coffees.

“So,” Hitoshi begins, shifting around in his seat, “I hate to ruin the good vibes, but-”

“But you wanna talk? I figured you would,” you interrupt. He was never one to beat around the bush. “Hitoshi, we really don’t have to. People grow older. They grow apart. C’est la vie,” you say, watching your beverage form a whirlpool as you swirl your mug. “It sucks, but it happens. You don’t have to-”

“But I do, though. You deserve some sort of an explanation. What I did was… well, it was unforgivable. And tonight on the balcony, we were alone, and I was waiting for you to get mad, to let me have it, but you never did. And then we came here, and, well, you seem like you don’t even have a problem with me, welcoming me back with open arms? And giving me coffee? Which honestly makes me feel so much worse than yelling or fighting would have because I know that’s what I deserve from you-”

“Come on, Hitoshi. You’re acting like you killed my pet or something. It was never that big of a deal.” That might be the biggest lie I’ve ever told. The truth is, you truly do not want to talk to Hitoshi about whatever made him leave you behind. Even now, as he tries his best to apologize and explain himself, you can feel his words ripping apart the seams of old wounds you thought had healed, and you feel tears pricking at your eyes. I can’t go through these feelings again. The feelings after losing you. Please.

“It was a big deal! It was to me, at least, because you meant so much to me! I even told you as much that last day that we spoke. I know you remember. And I- I had to have meant as much to you as you did to me because… well because I just know I had to,” he said, desperation filling his eyes as he searched yours for any sign of emotion. “So, please, don’t just sit there and try to pretend like you’re unbothered by what I did to us, okay? That’s the whole reason I fucked everything up; it was because I was trying to save face and act like I didn’t care, but I did. I really, really did. So please, yell at me, say something, say anything, throw things, cuss me out. Just prove to me that you cared about me as much as I did you. I know it wasn’t one-sided. It couldn’t have been. Please, just let me talk to you about it; let me make it right!” he says, eyes watery.

You have never seen Hitoshi so emotional, other than the day he told you he was leaving for the hero course. You have to tell him the truth. “I was never angry with you, ‘Toshi. I could never be angry with you, not for following your dreams.” You take a shaky breath. “I only wish you would have told me why. I was so confused.”

“Well, why did you think I did it? You had to have come up with some theory or-”

“It’ll only upset you, Hitoshi,” you respond, eyes glued to your toes as they dig into the fluffy rug beneath the couch.

“I have to know. Please?” he says, leaning closer, placing his hand on yours.

You let out a defeated sigh, walls breaking down from his touch. “Okay. Just promise you won’t, like, lose it or anything, okay? And don’t interrupt.” He gives you a silent nod, clasping your hand in his. “I-I came up with a lot of reasons about why you might have wanted to, um, you know, forget about me.” Tears start leaking from your eyes. You take a shaky breath. “Um th-the one I had finally decided made the most sense was that you just didn’t need me anymore, I guess. It was a new school. People thought you were so cool with your quirk. You didn’t need me as your, um, a-as,” a loud sob escapes your body. “S-sorry. Sorry,” you say as you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down enough to speak. “You didn’t need me to be your last resort friend anymore because e-everyone else wanted to be friends with you. And ever since middle school, I had always been the one chasing after you in the first place. I offered to be your friend; I offered to follow you to UA. And then, when you joined the h-hero course, and you didn’t chase me back, well, ya know. I figured out how one-sided the friendship seemed. It made sense that, well, that, maybe, you just didn’t w-want me around anymore. Because I was rep-replaceable to you. And that’s fine,” you say, snatching your hand away from his and turning to face the other direction as you let out another sob. “You really were my only friend for a long time. But I would have rather been alone than been stuck as someone’s charity case.”

It is only now that you realize, you really are angry. In high school, it was easy to push the anger down because you were blinded by the love you had for Shinso. But now, as an adult, you understand your feelings so much better. You feel your cheeks go red and a pounding in your head as you want nothing more than for Shinso to feel the same hurt that you did. “I-I cried for hours every night for months, Hitoshi,” you say as you whip your head around to look into his shocked eyes. “You were all I had; you knew you were all I had, and- and you just disappeared. You could have said something, anything, Some kinda forewarning would have been real nice!” You’re yelling now. All of these suppressed emotions bubbling up from years ago are nearly too much for you to handle. “I hate you! I wasn’t smart enough to resent you then, but I hate you now!” You begin flinging every insult and hurtful word you can think of at him, but he just sits there and takes it, tears silently pouring out over his cheeks. You know you mean nothing you say, and you’re certain he knows it too, but you’re too enraged to care. “Well?” you scream at him, desperate for some kind of reaction. “You wanted a rise out of me Hitoshi? You wanted proof that I cared, that you meant something to me? You meant everything to me! I loved you so much. And you just left me behind in the dirt with no explanation, no anything! You never even-”

“You loved me?” he interrupts, looking at you with a bewildered expression through wet eyelashes. 

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. Of course I loved you,” you say, quieter now, still shaking with emotion. 

He grabs your hand in his again, rubbing soothing circles into your skin with his thumb, trying to calm you down. It’s as if all the rage you felt in that moment dissipated, leaving you behind with nothing but despair and weakness. Sobs wrack through your body, leaving you shaking and gasping for air.

“I wish I would have known,” he says, staring at your entwined hands, a stony expression on his face. 

“Would it have changed an-anything?” you gasp out, laying your head on his shoulder for comfort.

He moves his other hand to your cheek, wiping away a tear, his violet eyes softening as he looks into yours. “Oh, baby,” he says, a sympathetic look overtaking his features. “It would have changed everything.”

You aren’t sure who kisses who first; you just know that all of a sudden his lips are attacking yours. Your hands tangle in his hair, desperate to get closer, closer to the boy you still love. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you on top of him so that you are straddling his lap. His kisses are devouring, tongue snaking out and fighting for dominance with your own. Your lips separate for a fraction of a second to allow a quick breath, but never for longer than that. If you were to stop kissing him for even a second, you know your heart would burst from longing.

Your hands start roaming Shinso’s body, unsure of where to land and desperate to explore all of him. They travel from his hair to his neck, to his thighs, across his hard chest, to his thick biceps, back up to his hair, just to start their journey all over again. You feel a hardness poking into you through his pants, causing a heat to spread throughout your body and a wetness to pool in your panties. You grind your clothed pussy against his hard-on, causing him to jolt and gasp with pleasure. He swallows your whimpers as the two of you grind against one another. 

“Baby, I want you. Baby, please,” he begs in between kisses. “Can I have you, please, baby?”

“Mm-hm,” you moan into his mouth. “Want you, too, ‘Toshi.”

He finally breaks your kiss, yanking your top off and throwing it to the floor. You feel his strong arms grab you by the waist and pull you off of his lap, twisting the position until you’re lying on your back beneath him. He begins peppering tiny kisses from the corner of your mouth down to the base of your throat as you continue to grind against him, desperate to feel his touch beneath your clothing. Shinso begins licking and nipping at your neck as he unclasps your bra and drops it on the floor. You moan as you feel his strong hands groping your breasts and his fingers pinching and twisting your nipples. He moves his mouth down your body, biting and sucking in a manner that is sure to leave marks, creating a trail down to the spot right in between your breasts. Your hands tangle in his hair as his tongue slides across your bare skin onto your nipple. His tongue swirls around the area right before his teeth catch the sensitive bud. He alternates between suckling and biting one nipple while his fingers continue to pinch and pull the other. He begins switching between your breasts, giving the other attention with his mouth. 

More, you need more. As if with a mind of their own, your hands fly down to his belt to undo the buckle. It takes a second of fiddling because you can’t see what your hands are doing, but you finally get the buckle and the buttons on his pants undone. His hands help you slide his pants off and toss them across the room. His mouth feels amazing on your tits, but you are beginning to grow impatient from the lack of attention farther down your body. You grab his soft, purple locks, yanking him up, and he releases you with a pop. “Stop fucking teasing, and touch me already,” you whine into his ear. 

You feel him give you a playful smirk as his lips ghost up against yours. “Well that’s not very polite.” He lets out a dark chuckle, twisting a hand into your hair and pulling, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Why don’t you beg me a little nicer? Huh, baby? Can you do that for me?”

This is a side of Shinso you have never seen before. And, good lord, is it turning you on. “Um. Y-yes. Uhm. I-”

“Mmmm, no, baby,” he grins, sliding a hand down your stomach, over your belly, and under the waistband of your pants. He pauses with his fingers on top of your panties, right on top of your clit. “Try, ‘Yes, sir.’ Can you try that for me?” 

The feeling of his fingers right on top of that weak spot makes you gasp. “Y-yes sir. Please, touch me, please,” you whine. You begin grinding your clit into his fingers, desperate for some stimulation, but he uses his other arm to hold your hips still. 

“Nuh-uh, baby,” he says, removing his hand from beneath your pants, causing you to whimper. “I think,” he whispers, leaning into your neck, peppering a few more kisses onto the area, “I think you need to be a little more specific. Tell me exactly what you want from me, baby.” 

“I-I want you to take all of our clothes off.” Your face flushes red from the embarrassment of the vulgar thoughts Shinso is making you express. “A-and I want you to make me feel good, p-please. Sir.”

Shinso smirks and springs into action, yanking off your bottoms, leaving you completely exposed to him. He sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his strong arms and muscular physique in all its glory. Your eyes follow his lilac happy trail down to the bulge straining against the front of his black boxers. He’s fucking huge.

He grabs your ankles and throws them over his shoulders, leaning down to kiss your lips again, continuing to grind against you as he does so. “Um, ‘Toshi?” you say shyly. 

“Mm?” he responds, his lips never leaving your face.

“It’s just that I, um, I’ve never actually done anything like this before,” you say, a pink twinge in your cheeks.

You feel his body freeze as he pulls back to look at your face. “You’re still a virgin?” he asks incredulously.

“Yeah,” you reply, slightly embarrassed. “Is that, um, ya know, bad?”

“No! No, it’s not bad at all. It’s kind of a big thing, though. Are you still sure you want to um, do this, with, uh, with me?”

The way he’s staring at you is so genuinely caring and almost protective, in a way. It’s the way he’s always looked at you. Truthfully, there’s no one you’d feel safer or more comfortable doing this with. Your heart flutters. “I’m positive,” you answer.

“Okay,” he grins, leaning down to kiss you again.

His tongue begins sliding down your neck, past your breasts, down your torso. He reaches your pussy and gives your clit a little kitten lick. Your body involuntarily shivers from the excitement of the touch. Shinso smirks, dragging a finger across your slit. “Oh, baby,” he groans. “You’re practically dripping down here. Is all this for me?” You let out a moan in response. “Uh-uh. Use your words, baby,” he says, dragging his finger across your slit again, appreciating the feeling of your soaked pussy.

“Y-yes, sir. S’all for you. Want you to touch me, please,” you whine.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he says, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit as he inhales a deep breath. Suddenly, you feel the tip of Shinso’s tongue stroke up your slit. You yelp at the feeling, body jerking as your thighs try to snap shut from the unfamiliar pleasure. 

“Relax, baby,” Shinso says, placing his hands on each of your thighs, forcing them apart. “And don’t even think about doing that again.”

“I wasn’t trying to-”

“What was that, sweetheart?” he asks, with a small slap to your clit.

You gasp from the sensation. “I-I mean, yes, sir.”

“Mmm. Good girl,” he says, delving back into your folds, his fingers gripping your thighs so hard they’re certain to leave little purple bruises. His tongue laps at your juices, prodding at your entrance. He lets out a soft moan as his tongue eases its way inside of you. Your body bucks forward as you fight against the urge to pull your thighs together for a second time. Your moans drive him absolutely feral, encouraging him to tongue-fuck you even faster. His mouth slides up your slit, landing on your clit. 

“You taste so good, baby,” he moans. He pinches your delicate nub with his teeth, causing you to arch your back and let out a loud moan. A hot, intense feeling begins coiling in your belly. “Oh! Ohmygosh, ‘Toshi, fuck! Please don’t stop,” you beg as he goes harder. He alternates between sucking, biting, and leaving soft little kisses on your most sensitive spot. 

“Gonna cum from just my mouth, baby? Hmm?” his question vibrates around your nub. 

“Yes sir, please, you feel too good,” you whine, breathless.

Just as he feels that you're about to come undone, he thrusts two thick fingers into your hole, curling and scissoring them inside of you. “Shit!” you yell. The foreign feeling of something thrusting inside of you causes a slight discomfort, but paired with Shinso’s sucking and licking on your clit, it adds immensely to your pleasure. You feel a cord snap inside of you as an intense feeling washes over you. Your walls convulse around Shinso’s fingers, and you can’t hold back from screaming his name. He continues thrusting them in and out of you, helping you ride out your high. 

When he feels you relax around him, he slowly removes his thick fingers from inside of you, pushing himself up so that you’re face to face. He admires you as you lie there with a fucked-out expression, breathless and panting. “Open, baby,” he says as he pushes the two fingers covered in your juices against your lips. Head still foggy, you open your mouth for him. “Now suck,” he commands, and you wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking and tasting your juices from off his pretty hands.

He takes his fingers out of your mouth and uses them to push a few strands of sweaty hair from your face. His mouth meets yours in a gentle kiss. “You okay?” he asks, noticing you’re still in shock from your orgasm.

“M’okay,” you mutter, hands holding on tight to his arms. “That was just… I mean, wow,” you say, shaking your head.

He chuckles, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “You’re so fucking cute. You know that?” he asks, grabbing your face to plant another kiss on your lips. His groin brushes against your thigh, and he kisses you harder, suddenly very aware of the problem still tucked away beneath his boxers. 

“I’m gonna keep going, okay?” he whispers into your ear. He knows he should probably slow down, give you a little more time to adjust, to come back down to earth after that first orgasm, especially considering this is your first time. But damn, he is so hard for you and God, he has waited so long to have you like this.

He slides his boxers off and discards them onto the floor with the rest of the clothing. He slots himself in between your legs, eager to finally feel you around him. “I’m gonna go slow, okay? It’s probably gonna hurt for a second, but I’ll try to be gentle. Let me know if you need me to stop, alright?”

“Yes, sir,” you respond, your heart rate pumping at a million beats per minute.

He smirks at the use of the name, “Such a quick learner.” He spits into his hand, rubbing his cock with his saliva, prepping it to slide into your hole a little more easily. “Can’t wait to have my cock inside your tight little pussy, baby,” he says, making you squirm.

“Okay,” he huffs, pressing the tip of his cock into your slit. He slides the first couple inches inside of you, causing you to release a sharp gasp. “Shit, baby,” he groans, feeling you squeeze around his tip. He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. “This okay?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer, adjusting to his impressive girth. The stretch so far is uncomfortable, but it’s nowhere near as bad as you thought it would be. He gives you a moment to get used to the feeling of being stretched open and then pushes himself a couple inches deeper inside you, swallowing your whimpers as he does so. “Oh my God,” you breathe, feeling the stretch a little bit more now.

“Oh, baby, you’re squeezing my cock so tight,” he moans. “Don’t worry. Halfway there,” he tries to comfort you, seeing your pained expression.

“Half??” you gasp out.

He chuckles at your cute, shocked expression. “Yeah, baby, half.” His smirking lips pull yours into another deep, passionate kiss, a couple inches of his cock naturally sliding inside you as you grind gently against each other. Your fingers tangle in his soft, fluffy hair. “Mmm,” he moans against your lips. “Ready for the rest of it, baby?”

“I-I think so,” you say, having almost adjusted to the length already inside you.

His hips slowly thrust up, pushing the final few inches of his cock into you, sheathed fully inside you at last. You yelp at the painful feeling of him bottoming out inside of you, tears springing to your eyes. “I know, baby, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” he says, eyes full of concern. “I know it hurts, but the worst part is over now, okay? I promise.” He stays still inside of you, feeling your too-tight walls desperately try to stretch to take his impressive size. A few tears spill from your eyes, and Shinso’s soft fingertips immediately come to brush them away. “Just let me know when you’re ready for me to move, okay, baby?”

The two of you lie still for a moment, getting used to the feeling of the other. Your walls slowly begin to relax around Shinso’s cock as you grow accustomed to his size. “How you feelin’?” he asks you. 

“I’m okay,” you respond. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, just feels… I dunno, weird. And full. But I-I think I’m ready for you to move now.”

Shinso places a delicate kiss on your forehead. “If you need me to stop just let me know, okay, sweetheart?” You give him a small nod as he puts his hands on your hips, preparing himself to move. You feel his length slide partially out of you, before he thrusts up into you, dragging himself against your walls. 

“Oh my God!” you gasp. Slowly, he begins repeating the motion, careful not to overwhelm you, giving you time to grow accustomed to this new feeling. He releases a moan as he feels your pussy fluttering so prettily around him. You appreciate his tenderness and the way he’s trying to be gentle, but you grow needier, longing to feel more of him. 

With a new sense of desperation, you roll your hips, searching for that feeling of more of him, meeting him in a thrust. The two of you cry out as the tip of Shinso’s cock unexpectedly kisses your cervix, making you close your eyes and throw your head back in pleasure.

“Shit, baby,” Shinso gasps out, thrusting in and out of you. “Want me to go faster?”

“Yes, sir. Please,” you whine, eyes shut, mouth hanging open in a pout. “Need to feel more of you, Toshi’, please, please,” you beg, brain fuzzy with desire.

His grasp on your hips tightens as he starts moving harder, faster against your walls, hitting your sensitive spot effortlessly, over and over again, causing the fire in your tummy to ignite once more. He feels your tight cunt squeeze around him harder, desperately trying to suck him in deeper. “Oh, did I find something baby?” he moans into your ear. He didn’t expect a coherent answer, your face twisted up into a blissful expression, mouth hanging open, not even trying to keep your moans and whimpers quiet anymore. You simply moaned loud, burying your face in his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders, desperate to find something to latch onto.

“Wrap your legs around my waist. It’ll feel better,” he gasps out.

You do as he says, wrapping your legs tightly around him. “Toshi’!” you yell out his name as he begins pounding into you harder and deeper, his tip meeting your cervix with every thrust of his hips.

“Open your eyes baby,” he tells you. “Want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

You open your eyes to meet his, his vulgar language causing the intense feeling in your tummy to grow stronger, hotter. He grabs your hands from his back, lacing his fingers through your own, giving you the clutch you were so desperately craving. Your cunt starts convulsing and clenching around the big man pounding into you. “Fuck, Toshi’, I-I think-”

“Gonna come for me, baby? Hm?” he asks you, never slowing down his now relentless pace. “Go ahead, baby. Come on my cock.”

Your back arches and your toes curl as a damn breaks inside of you. Hitoshi fucks you through your orgasm, wanting it to last as long and intense as possible. Only when you stop twitching underneath him does he pull out and release his load, scrunching up his face and opening his mouth wide in a moan, allowing his cum to spurt all over your cute belly. 

He collapses on top of you, holding you tight in his arms, running a hand through your hair as the two of you catch your breath and come down from your highs. 

Your eyelids feel heavy, but you fight off sleep, not wanting this moment you had fantasized about for so long to end. “So,” you start.

“So,” he repeats, giving you a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“I guess the curtains do match the drapes, huh? I always kind of wondered that.”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck you,” he says with a smile, giving you a few more tender kisses on your cheek. “You feel okay?”

“Pretty sore,” you admit. “Mostly just really sleepy.”

“Yeah, that’ll happen,” he chuckles. “Next time won’t hurt so much.” He lets go of you and hops off the couch. You whine at the lack of contact. “Come on,” he says, reaching out a hand. “I know you’re tired, but we need to clean you up.”

“Only if you promise to stay the night,” you say, sitting upright and grabbing his hand. He helps you up and places a strong hand behind your back.

“Baby,” he says, giving you a final peck on the lips, “I am never letting you go again.”

@critter-junior​

[numbinousss]

If you're a bird, I'm a bird

Part 1

Characters: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

Words: 6.6k

Summary: Shinso and reader were best friends during middle school, but then he suddenly stopped talking to her when he joined the hero course. What will happen when they meet again years later?

This is gonna have multiple parts, some of them ~smutty~ so minors dni. Reader has female anatomy and uses she/her pronouns. Reader is also a virgin, but that won't matter til later. *wink* 😉

Warnings: There's some language and one mention of a hit-list. This part is pretty PG.

This is also baby's first fic, so constructive criticism is ALWAYS appreciated (*ahem* emphasis on constructive). Pls enjoy (:

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Unghhhhhh,” you groan, slapping the top of your alarm clock. Swinging your legs over the side of your bed, you stand up, grab your phone, and stretch your arms.

You move groggily to the sitting room, wiping your eyes and letting out a huge yawn. Stumbling over to the couch, you allow yourself to collapse onto the soft, velvety cushions, stretching your legs and arms once more. Still half asleep, you grab the TV remote and let the news play while you check your missed messages and social media accounts.

“-in front of Tokyo Post Bank, where several pro heroes, including Suneater and Mindjack, are currently attempting to restrain the villains and retrieve the hostages inside.”

Your ears perk up at the newscaster’s words. Mindjack. Hitoshi. You drop your phone and lean forward, staring intently at the images broadcasted on the television.

“At the moment, it is uncertain exactly how many civilians are stuck inside the bank; however, officials have estimated as many as seventeen people. This stick-up is thought to be linked with the multiple other attempts made in Tokyo this month by the gang currently referring to themselves as-”

Shit, Hitoshi. Come on. Images of the purple-haired young man flash through your mind as you bite your nails in anticipation. You hadn’t seen Hitoshi in over a year, not since the two of you graduated from UA High School, him from the hero course and you from general studies. It had been even longer since you had spoken to the hero, but you thought about him often.

You manage to pry yourself away from the TV so that you won’t be late for work again. You turn the volume up so that you can hear it throughout your small one-bedroom apartment and head to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Splashing water on your face, you think about your history with the pro hero Mindjack.

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You and Shinso were in the same class in middle school. It was the first day of the semester, and your teacher had planned an activity for everyone to get acquainted with one another.

“Okay,” announced your teacher, “for this activity, I’m going to write a few quirks on the board, and I want you to match the student with their quirk.”

Most of the quirks were simple and common abilities, but a couple stuck out to you. Brainwashing? Holy shit. That’s kinda overpowered. You looked around the room and tried to guess which classmate possessed such a unique quirk. A pair of violet eyes met your own. They belonged to a scrawny, purple-haired kid who appeared as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. It felt like those eyes were piercing directly into your soul. With an awkward scratch of your neck, you whipped your head around, breaking eye contact and writing his name down on the answer sheet. Yeah, that makes sense.

The teacher went over the answers, and you weren’t shocked to find out that you were right about the brainwashing kid. He just had that vibe.

The bell rang, and you began gathering your things. Seeing three other students approach the purple-haired boy out of the corner of your eye, you slowed down to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Wow! Your quirk is brainwashing? That’s so cool!” exclaimed a handsome raven-haired student.

“Seriously! I can’t think of anyone who’s had that power!” blurted out a weaselly-looking boy.

“I’m so jealous, Shinso,” wheezed out a pink-haired girl, who had an eerie resemblance to a blobfish.

“Imagine all the cool stuff you could do controlling people!”

“Yeah! You could do any bad thing you want!”

“And no one would ever know it was you!” said the girl, with a prominent blush rising to her cheeks. “Just promise you won’t make us your slaves, okay?”

“Heh,” Shinso let out a forced chuckle, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Everyone always says that.” His voice was attractive, deep, and calm with almost a musical lilt to it. You felt butterflies tickle the bottom of your tummy. Oh, absolutely not. It’s the first day of school; I refuse to go catching feelings for the first pretty boy I see.

You listened as the other students continued gushing about his quirk. They were being kind of rude, mentioning all the ways Shinso was the perfect candidate to be an undefeatable villain. Shinso just sat there with a polite smile on his face, but you could tell he was uncomfortable with the situation. Shit. I’m gonna regret this.

“Hey! You’re clearly embarrassing him. Lay off,” you say, turning your attention to his admirers. It’s the first day of school and these people are already gonna hate me.

“We’re complimenting him,” the weasel scoffed. “He’s flattered.”

Shinso shifted in his seat uncomfortably, eyeing you while his whole face and neck blushed red.

“Flattered? How would you feel if someone told you your quirk predestined you to become a piece of shit?” you shot back.

“Language, please,” announced your teacher from her desk. She had been listening to the conversation the whole time. Well maybe if she would have told them to stop picking on him...

“His quirk is brainwashing,” sneered the raven-haired boy. “Just having that quirk sounds criminal. It’s an awesome quirk, but it’s terrifying. They should just go ahead and lock him up now, before he has a chance to make us all hurt ourselves.”

“That’s not even-” you start, but you’re interrupted.

“He’s too powerful,” hissed the weasel. “It’s inevitable; someone with a quirk like that is going to become a villain.”

“And if he does I hope he puts you down for number one on his hit list,” you bite back.

“That’s enough!” exclaimed the teacher, standing up. She turned to you. “I don’t appreciate you starting drama in my classroom. On the first day of school, no less.”

“Me? But all I-”

“Don’t backtalk.”

“But they were the ones-”

“Detention. After school,” said your teacher with a stern look on her face. She turned to your peers. “Anyone else?”

You glanced at your classmates. The blobfish girl had clearly seen the situation going to shit and had already slipped out of the classroom unnoticed. The weasel and the raven-haired boy were staring at the floor, a pathetic attempt at hiding their smug grins. Shinso just sat, staring at his twiddling thumbs with a stony, unreadable expression on his face.

“Good.” Your teacher began retreating to her desk when Shinso suddenly stood up, pushing his chair back with a loud scrape against the tile floor. “Yes, Shinso?” your teacher turned around, giving him a death glare, daring him to question her authority.

“I-I uhm,” he stuttered out, his eyes traveling from your teacher to you, back to the teacher again. “I- uhhh,” he took a breath and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was about to do. “Kiss my ass.” It sounded more like a question than a statement.

Your teacher sighed, touching her temples as if she had a migraine. “Fine. Detention for you, too, Shinso,” she declared as she marched back to her desk.

The other two boys were already heading out of the classroom, snickering and off to gossip about the recent events. You turned to the purple-haired boy, feeling a hot shame rising in your cheeks. You stared at your shoes. “I am so so sorry. I didn’t think... I-I mean they were just being so rude so I-”

“No, don’t apologize. I’m glad you said something. I just didn’t know how to get them off my back without seeming like a jackass.” You looked up from your shoes into the same captivating violet eyes as before. “I’m glad someone was there to act like a jackass for me,” he said with a playful smirk.

“Well, you didn’t have to go and give yourself detention over it, Shinso. You know that goes-”

“Hitoshi.”

“What?”

“Call me Hitoshi,” he said, keeping his playful smirk and reaching out his right arm.

It was taking all your willpower to shove down the butterflies that were going wild in your tummy. The way he was looking at you wasn’t helping. “Hitoshi,” you said with a smile as you grabbed his hand in a way-too enthusiastic handshake.

And that's how you met your best friend. Your only friend, really. People were too scared to talk to “the freaky brainwashing guy,” and they certainly didn’t trust his best friend, who they assumed must be just as evil or brainwashed by him, but it was fine with you. Shinso was all you needed. That’s why, when people would make snide comments about Shinso, you had no problem kicking their asses. Shinso refused to do anything about it. “I’m gonna be a hero,” he would say. “I need to come off as a nice guy. They have to trust me. I can’t fight against them or they really will think I’m a villain.”

“Fine then, Mr. Nice Guy, I’ll do it,” you would say before making their life a living hell. They learned to back off pretty quickly. They still wouldn’t approach the two of you, but they kept your names out of their mouths, which was good enough for you.

And that’s how it was for years. Just you and your best friend, taking on the world.

_______________

“Sorry I’m late!” you yell to your manager as you throw on your apron. “Have you seen what’s going on down at the bank? It’s crazy!”

“Right? This is the sixth time this month. I’m hardly even surprised anymore,” said your manager, Minori.

“You care if I turn on the news upfront?”

“Go ahead,” he replies. His dark hair falls in his face as he kneads dough with large, strong hands. “With everything going on today, we’ll probably be kinda slow, anyway. Go ahead and turn it up so I can hear it from back here.”

You head to the front of the bakery and turn on the news.

“-are all captured and being placed into police custody. It seems that our heroes got the situation under control before anyone was seriously injured or hurt. And while a few heroes were at the bank, other top heroes including Deku, Shoto, and Lemillion were on the other side of town where they managed to capture the ring leaders of this terrifying organization. This should be the last incident of this nature-”

You turned the TV off, satisfied with the newscaster’s words. You let out a sigh of relief and let go of the tongs you didn’t realize you were holding so tightly until just now. Hitoshi’s okay. Despite how long it had been since you spoke to the man, you couldn’t help but worry about him. His field of work was often deadly, after all. Even if he could never worry about me.

It looked like Minori was right about it being a slow day, so you decided to busy yourself by making the display case of cookies, cupcakes, cake pops, and other sweet treats look pretty. When you were done with that, you set about deep cleaning the entire front half of the bakery. The bakery was still relatively new. It was opened six months ago and owned by the pro hero Sugarman, who seemed to have a passion for baking, alongside his hero work. You look at the purple letters above you reading “Sugar Rush Bakery” and can’t help but think of Hitoshi’s violet eyes and matching hair. You just can’t get him out of your head recently. With his career taking off, his face is everywhere; he managed to make it into the top five pro heroes without having a physical quirk, something that had never been done before. Considering all the hard work it took to get where he is, you’re proud of him.

_______________

“UA? Isn’t that gonna be kinda hard?” you questioned your friend as the two of you sat alone at a table in your middle school cafeteria.

“I mean yeah, but they’re the best. I just have to get in. Pass the entrance exam and then I’ll be on my way to becoming a pro,” Shinso said with determination. “What? You don’t think I can make it?”

“I think you can do anything you put your mind to, Hitoshi,” you said with an eye roll. He knew that you believed in him; he was just being defensive of his dreams. You didn’t blame him for that. “It’s just gonna be really difficult. Everyone wants to be in their hero course, and there isn’t much space. Do you at least have backup plans?”

“No. I’m going to UA.”

“But what about the entrance exam? What if they make you fight? Your quirk is insane, but everyone else’s quirk is going to assist them physically. What if the test doesn’t allow you to show off your quirk? You need a backup plan.”

“I don’t need a backup plan. I’m going to UA,” he repeated.

“But-”

“Everyone thinks I’m a villain. If I get into the top hero school, I’ll have connections with the best agencies and easy access to the top. No one will ever be able to doubt me again. I’ll be able to become one of the top heroes.”

“Right, but that’s a massive ‘if.’ If you’ve got your heart set on UA then you should at least apply to another course, too. Just to be safe. I’ll even apply with you if you want.”

“Really? You would do that?”

“Of course. I mean, I’ve gotta go somewhere. Why not just go with you?” You tried to play it off as nonchalantly as possible. Truth be told, you just didn’t want to be separated from the guy you loved. He had grown into so much more than just a “best friend” in the time you had known him. Of course, you would never tell him that and risk losing his friendship over a silly little crush. So you kept it inside.

“Fine. We can apply to general studies together,” he said with his playful smirk. “Even if I don’t get into the hero course, I think I could handle general studies if you were there with me.”

Ugh, butterflies.

“And who knows?” he continued. “If I don’t make it through the entrance exam, perhaps I could eventually transfer into the hero course.”

“Right,” you said with a smile, glad he was taking your advice.

Hitoshi didn’t make it into the hero course because the stupid test made him fight against robots. You were livid when you found out.

“What? But that’s no fair! That doesn’t suit your quirk at all! It isn’t your fault!” you said, pacing back and forth in Hitoshi’s room.

“I know. I’m certain I didn’t get in. It was based on a points system. I had no points at all,” he said, fiddling his thumbs.

You looked over at him and realized you were probably just making him feel worse. “I- I mean we were definitely accepted into general studies, though,” you backtracked, trying to liven the mood. “There’s still hope.”

“Right,” he replied, his face stony and unreadable.

“Don’t lose faith, Hitoshi. I’m sure everything will work out fine.” And we get to stay together. For now, at least. “You still have plenty of chances to show them that you belong in the hero course. I have complete faith in you.”

He looked at you with a sad, but slightly hopeful, smile. “You’re right. I’m not gonna lose hope. I’m gonna keep on fighting for what I want.” His eyes met yours with his intense stare. “Thank you.”

I am so in love with this man, holy shit. “What are friends for, right?” you responded, breaking eye contact.

And so you and Shinso went to UA together and were both in class 1-C. And this time, after the sports festival, people actually thought Hitoshi was pretty cool and that his quirk was incredible. Unlike in middle school, no one was scared to be friends with the two of you.

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DING

You hear your first customer of the day ring the little bell on the counter. You’re in the kitchen, helping Minori with the dishes.

“Be there in two seconds!” you yell to the customer as you reach for a towel and dry your hands.

You speed walk into the front room, throwing the towel on the counter as you go.

“So sorry about that!” you say, looking up at the customers.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

Your eyes meet a pair of familiar violet-colored irises, and it takes you a moment to register what’s going on. What should I do? What should I say? Do I pretend like I don’t know him? Yeah, that sounds- Wait, stop, no. That’s a terrible idea; what the fuck. Be normal.

“Uhm, hi, hey! Welcome to Sugar Rush!” Ew, I feel so awkward. “What can I do for you today?”

“Y/N? S’that really you?” asks the tall purple-haired man on the other side of the counter.

“Oh my God, Hitoshi?” you feign your shock. “I barely even recognized you!” Well, that was a bald-faced lie.

“Yeah, it’s been a few years, hasn’t it?” he asks sheepishly while scratching his reddening neck. “Well you, uh, ya look good. How have things been?”

“Oh, thanks! You, um, you look good, too! You look very buff a-and, um, taller, too, much taller, like you’ve hit a growth spurt or something!” Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. “Things have been great! I’ve been working here for a few months now. Ya know, paying for school and stuff,” you say, fighting to keep the heat from rising to your cheeks.

“Really? Where did you-”

“Cake, dumbass,” interrupts the blonde man standing behind Hitoshi. He has his arms crossed and his brows furrowed as if he’s angry at something. “We’re in a rush. Order the damn cake already.”

You feel bad for not acknowledging him at first. “Oh, hey, Bakugo, right? I remember you from UA.”

“Yeah. Listen, we need a birthday cake for damn Deku’s surprise party tomorrow night, can you do it or not?” he asks, clearly irritated by how long this is taking.

“Sure thing!” You take the men’s order and type it into the computer system. “We can also do delivery if you guys don’t wanna pick it up yourselves tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that’d be awesome,” says Hitoshi with a gentle smile.

The heroes pay and are about to walk out the door when Shinso whips around and says to you, “Hey, um, I don’t know if you handle the deliveries and stuff, but if you have some free time tomorrow, you should come to the party.” He scratches the back of his neck and flashes another awkward smile. “It’d be nice to catch up and everything, and it’ll probably be a lot of fun.”

Absolutely not, that'd be such a train wreck. “Oh, um, I’m not sure if they’ll need me here tomorrow or not,” you say, cheeks flushing red. You look up at Hitoshi who is now staring at the floor, dejected.

“Right,” he responds, slightly less chipper. “Well, it was nice to see you anyway.” He turns to walk out the door.

Oh shoot, he looks so upset. Damnit. “I-I mean I will definitely try my best to be there, though! I promise!” you blurt out. Why the hell did I say that?

He looks at you with his same old playful smirk, and for a moment your tummy flutters. You better fucking not.

His eyes light up a bit. “Cool. I look forward to seeing you, then. I’ll DM you with the details,” he says before turning and walking out the door.

“I am an idiot,” you say aloud to yourself as you walk to the kitchen to give Minori the order form.

“So… who was that?”

“Oh, ya know, just some customers. Wanted a cake,” you say with an awkward laugh.

“Right, right. And what about the guy with the growth spurt?” your manager asks with a chuckle.

“You were listening?” you ask, mortified. “I can’t believe… Oh shit. I did say that, didn't I? Ughhhhhhh,” you groan. “I sounded like his fucking grandma,” you say putting your face in your hands.

“And what about the party? You aren’t even on the schedule tomorrow. Why don’t you want to go?”

You let out a sigh. “It’s complicated.”

_______________

You sat at your usual lunch table with your friends, the seat across from you empty for the sixth day in a row.

“Where’s Shinso been, Y/N? He usually isn’t gone for this long at a time,” questioned Chikuchi, another girl in class 1-C.

“He must be training with Aizawa again,” you grumbled. “I don’t know, though; he hasn’t even spoken to me since Monday. I’m kind of worried,” you said with a look of concern.

“I’m sure he’s fine. You know how hard he’s trying to make it into the hero course. He’s probably just caught up in all the action, that’s all,” your friend tried to comfort you. Her eyes glanced at the door. “Speak of the devil,” she said, turning back to her food.

You saw Hitoshi running over to the table with a huge smile on his face. Since he’d started training with Aizawa he had buffed up a lot, and he was far from the scrawny middle school boy you’d met years ago. It certainly wasn’t helping with the undying love and attraction you felt towards him and the feelings that you were constantly trying to force down. You’d never seen him so energetic before; he was like a puppy. He slid into the seat across from you. “I have to tell you something, but I’m supposed to keep it private. Come with me?” he asked in as low of a tone as he could manage with all the excitement threatening to burst out of him.

Your heart flutters just from talking to him again after so long. “Yeah, okay,” you responded as he grabbed your hand and led you into a deserted hallway. He sat there and stared at you for a moment, still smiling like he had won the lottery.

His excitement was contagious. You couldn’t help but smile with him. “Well?” you asked with a chuckle. You gave him a playful shove. “Spit it out ‘Toshi!”

“Okay, so yesterday, when I missed math class it was because Mr. Aizawa asked me to come with him to spar with class 1-A and 1-B. So I was talking to-”

“Wait wait wait, you never told me that! ‘Toshi, that’s huge! Why-”

“Yeah, sorry, I just couldn’t find any time this week. I’ve been training so hard to get ready,” he says with an apologetic smile. “Anyways, it went super well, and Aizawa called me into his classroom about an hour ago, and we talked about it and we went to the counselors and Principal Nezu and my parents came and-”

“Hitoshi! Breathe! Please!”

“Right, right, sorry,” he slowed down. “I-I did it, Y/N. They’re transferring me into the hero course,” he said, beaming.

“Oh my God,” you replied, shocked. You were so proud of him. He had worked so hard for everything he had. Of course you were sad to see your best friend leave for another class, but it was worth it. He deserved everything that was happening to him. “I-I don’t even know what to say! That’s incredible! I mean, this is it! Everything you’ve ever worked for is-”

“It’s all coming true. This is it. I’m in the hero course now, and I’m stronger than ever. All I have to do is train and graduate and that’s it. I've reached the starting line to becoming a pro. This is literally the key to unlocking everything I have ever wanted.”

You had tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Don’t you dare fucking cry, bitch, I will literally kill you. Your thoughts were in vain. You let out a sob as tears started pouring from your eyes and you captured Shinso in a hug.

“Oof!” He let out a sound of surprise as you embraced him. You had never really been physical with each other, never touching or hugging as some best friends do. You knew that if you did your affections would only intensify, and you weren’t trying to torture yourself. This, however, was an exception. He didn’t really know how to react, so he awkwardly hugged you back with one arm while the other one pet your hair.

“Why are you crying??” he asked incredulously.

You started crying even harder, your words barely even comprehensible. “I don’t know. Because you’ve worked so hard, and you’ve gone through so much, and it’s finally working out, not that I’m shocked because I’ve always known you would do it, you know, eventually, but it’s here, and it’s happening, and I’m so proud of you for every-”

“Y/N! Breathe. Please,” he said with a chuckle. You tilted your head up to look at him and were met with his same old playful smirk and intense violet eyes. Your faces were very, very close to each other. All of a sudden, you were very aware of his warm, hard chest pressing against you and the abrupt tension in the room.

Shinso’s face turned serious, and he swallowed before speaking. “Listen, there’s something I-”

“Oh crap!” You pulled away from him and took a step back. “I’m so sorry! I think I got a little makeup on your shirt!” you said, gesturing to the two little black splotches on his white button-down. Shit. Touching him felt really good. Reminder to never ever do that again.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. It’ll wash out,” he said, smirking again.

“Right, sorry. What were you saying?”

His wide eyes met yours. “Oh, uh, nothing,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, which was turning a subtle shade of pink. “So, I’ve gotta go pack and move dorms and stuff. They want me over there as soon as possible. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Right. Later, ‘Toshi,” you responded with a little wave.

You watched as he walked down the hallway. He stopped halfway and turned around. “I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for you, you know. You were always there for me, and you gave me hope when I wanted to give up and advice when I was being rash. You were there for me when everyone else was too afraid. I just… Thank you. You’re just... important to me. That’s all,” he said, looking at the ground and scratching his neck.

“I never doubted you for a second ‘Toshi,” you responded with a prominent blush rising to your cheeks. “Just remember us little people when you’re the number one hero in Japan,” you joked.

He looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “Duh,” he responded with a grin, before spinning around and leaving you abandoned in the hallway.

I love you, Hitoshi.

That was the last time you spoke to him.

He never contacted you or tried to reach out after that day. At first, you figured he was just busy with his crazy new schedule. But then a month passed. And then three.

You were sitting on your balcony with Chikuchi, eating takeout as a cool breeze sent a shiver through your body. “If he wanted to reach out, he would,” you said, stabbing at a piece of chicken with a chopstick.

“I’m sure he’s got a good explanation. You should go talk to him,” Chikuchi advised. “And stop demolishing your chicken.”

You sighed. “I don’t want to make the first move. He’s the one who left, and he’s probably still adjusting. If he wants to talk to me, he can do it when he’s ready. But I don’t think he does.”

“Why on earth would you think that? You two have been best friends forever. Of course he misses you.”

“That’s what I thought at first, too. But then I started thinking about it,” you said with another sigh. “When we became friends in middle school, everyone else hated him. They were scared of his quirk and treated him like a villain. I was the only one nice to him. I was the only one open to being his friend. I was his only option.” The cold air made you shiver. “And then, when he told me he wanted to apply to UA, it was me who suggested we both apply to general studies. I wanted to follow him. And I did.”

“So?” responded Chikuchi. “What does that mean?”

“Ever since we first met I’ve been following along after him. I never really stopped to consider whether or not he wanted me to. To be honest, I probably kinda forced myself onto him,” you said, staring at your socks. “Now that fate has separated us and he isn’t chasing me back, well… I wonder if he ever really liked me in the first place, or if I was more of a last resort or maybe a charity case.”

“Why don’t you just call him? Tell him exactly what you told me. Shinso has always been honest and down to earth about his feelings. Just ask him about it. You love him, don’t you?” she asked, placing a hand on yours.

You stayed silent for a good minute, cheeks reddening. “Was I that obvious?”

Chikuchi chuckled, “You both were. It was obvious he liked you a lot, too. He treated you differently than he did everyone else. He was never happier than when he was around you.”

Tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes. You took a deep breath and sighed. “I think you’re wrong,” you said. “Thanks for talking to me, but I should go to bed now,” you said, standing and walking back inside the dorms. When Chikuchi finally left, you cried into your pillow for hours. I love you, Hitoshi.

_______________

You step off of the elevator into a massive penthouse apartment, pulling a wagon with a five-tier dark green cake inside of it. Even though you weren’t scheduled to work today, you offered to drop the cake off for Minori, causing you to be about half an hour early for the party.

You look to your left and see Shinso hanging streamers and balloons from the staircase. Oh my God, his ass in those pants is- He notices you walking into the room.

“Hey! Glad you could make it!” he says, dropping his balloon and walking towards you.

“Yeah! Me too!” you say with an awkward laugh. “Holy shit, Hito- uh ahem” you let out a fake cough. Oh, shit are we still on a first-name basis? We haven’t spoken in years. Maybe I should call him Shinso? Shoot I don’t wanna offend him, though. “Uh, sir, your house is massive!” ‘Sir.’ Of everything you could have picked you chose ‘sir.’ Dumbass.

“Sir? No need to be so formal; I’m the same old ‘Toshi.” He smirks playfully. “Just buffer and taller,” he says, teasing. You feel your cheeks flush red. “Uh, anyways,” he says, scratching his neck, “this is where Midoriya lives. Bakugo had a key and let us in because it’s a surprise party and everything. Midoriya’s on patrol, but he should be back in about an hour. Sooo, you wanna help decorate? You can help me on the stairs.”

You look at the half-decorated railing on the huge staircase. Shit, I can’t be alone with him. It’d be so awkward. “Right, but, umm,” you glance around the room, trying to find an escape route. “But you’re almost done! And it looks like they’ve barely even started in the dining room! I should help over there,” you say, hurriedly turning away and making a beeline to a box of party decorations on the table. You notice a familiar head of pink hair pulling a large green and yellow table cloth from the box. “Mina? Is that you?”

“Y/N? Ohmagosh it’s been too long! I didn’t know you’d be here!”

“Yeah, Shinso just invited me yesterday!” You catch up with your old friend whilst the two of you tackle decorating the dining room and kitchen.

Shinso sits alone at the bottom of the staircase, watching as crowds of people slowly begin to trickle into the apartment.

“Dude, are you okay? You’ve been sulking for the past thirty minutes,” Denki says plopping down beside him. “It’s because she’s here isn’t it?”

“I’m glad she’s here. I just don’t know what to say to her. She was my best friend, and then I totally ignored her existence for three years. She’s got to be pissed and probably confused. What the hell am I supposed to say?”

“She might appreciate an explanation? You’ve told me about how things went down with you two. I’m sure she’d understand.”

Shinso lets out a sigh, “She doesn’t even want to be alone with me. Not that I blame her. I really fucked things up.”

“Yeah, you did. And I’ve been watching you beat yourself up over it for years. Fix it now. Because I doubt you’ll get another chance,” Denki tells him.

“I guess you’re right. No time like the present. Thanks,” says Shinso, standing up and heading towards you and Mina.

You stand next to the punch bowl with Mina, who is on her fourth cup of punch. “You don’t think this is spiked do you?” you ask, pouring the fruity drink into a plastic cup.

“If it isn’t yet, I’m sure it will be soon,” she giggles.

You look up and see Hitoshi heading in your direction. Just as you’re about to flee to the bathroom, Bakugo steps off of the elevator yelling, “He’s on his way up! Hide, idiots!”

Someone turns off the lights, making it difficult to see where you’re going. You begin searching for a decent hiding place. You try plopping yourself behind the counter next to Mina and a few others, but there simply isn’t enough room. You begin to panic as you hear the elevator getting closer. Crap crap crap. You spot a door just off to the right of the kitchen and run to it. Without checking to see what’s in it, you fling the door open and throw yourself into a small pantry, closing the door behind you. You realize the room isn’t empty as you had previously hoped when you run into a tall, hard figure. “Shoot, sorry, I didn’t realize someone was in here,” you whisper apologetically.

“Don’t worry about it,” the figure whispers back with a deep voice.

“So, when are we supposed to jump out?”

“Watch for the light under the door. When Deku turns it on we’re all gonna hop out.”

You are suddenly very aware of this person’s proximity to you. The two of you are practically spooning, not that either of you can help it in the cramped space. “Hey sorry, we’re just very close to one another,” you whisper, trying to adjust yourself to make the position a little less awkward.

“Oh right, sorry, maybe I can-” the person goes to move in the same direction as you, causing you to bump heads. “Ouch!” you say in unison.

You giggle. “Maybe we should just freeze?”

“Yeah, maybe,” the tall figure chuckles.

Just then, you spot a light flicker on from the crack underneath the door. Scrambling to twist the doorknob, you and the figure clearly have the same idea and bump heads again, but not before getting the door open. “Ah! Surprise!” you exclaim as you feel your foot trip over someone else’s. You try to latch onto the figure’s arm to stop yourself from falling but wind up taking him down with you. You feel the back of your head smack against the kitchen tiles and a heavy body falls on top of your own. “Shit,” you grimace, closing your eyes and rubbing the back of your head. “Well, that felt great.” You slowly open your eyes only to be met with worried lavender irises.

“Guess that pantry was a little too small for us, huh?” says Shinso, trying to laugh off the embarrassing moment. “Let’s go get you an ice pack, yeah?”

“Yeah, good idea,” you respond, standing and accepting Shinso’s help as the rest of the party-goers swarm Deku.

The two of you make your way to the freezer where Shinso digs out some frozen peas. “It’s kind of loud in here. Have you got a headache or anything?” he asks, voice full of concern.

You nod your head, feeling tears slowly starting to pool in your eyes. “No worries, come with me,” Shinso grabs your hand and leads you upstairs to Deku’s bedroom and out onto his private balcony.

He leads you to a bench and hands you the bag of frozen peas. “I hope you didn’t get a concussion or anything. Mind if I take a closer look?”

“Go ahead,” you answer, already feeling better from breathing in the fresh air and getting away from the now ear-splitting music pumping throughout the penthouse.

Shinso sits next to you on the bench and places a gentle hand behind your head, feeling around the area. “Yikes. You’re gonna have a pretty good-sized knot here in the morning. Wanna go to the doctor or anything?”

“Thanks, but I’m already feeling a little better. I should probably just head home and get some rest. You know these kinds of parties and stuff have never been my scene anyway,” you respond with a smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, I remember,” he says almost solemnly, looking at his feet. He looks back up into your eyes, moving to take his hand off you but pausing on your cheek for a moment. He sits there and stares for a long moment, searching your eyes for something. You just stare back. After what feels like an eternity, he removes his hand from your face. You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. He clears his throat, never breaking eye contact. “Well, ya know,” he starts, “these kinds of parties and stuff were never really my scene, either. And what kind of hero would I be if I let a damsel in distress walk home all alone?”

You finally break eye contact, feeling a blush rising to your cheeks and a fluttering in your tummy. “Thanks, Hitoshi, but I’d hate to pull you away from all you friends, especially on Deku’s birthday,” you say, rejecting his offer.

“Oh, come on,” he says, rising to his feet, “You know I’d much rather hang with you anyway.”

You smile and reach for his outstretched hand. “Okay. If you say so.”

He leads you through the crowds and down the elevator. “Oh hey. Believe it or not, I finally read Pride and Prejudice a few months ago.”

“Oh my God! Seriously? I tried to get you to read it for years! What’d you think?”

“Oh, it was positively atrocious. I couldn’t even finish it.”

“What?? But- but it’s a classic!” you argue as he slides in next to you in the cab.

“Riiiight. Yeah, I dunno if romance is my thing.”

“Man. It’s been, like, three years and you still have no taste.”

“Well at least I’m not a thief,” he says, matter-of-factly.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Shinso gestures towards the bag of frozen peas laying next to you on the seat.

“I-Wha- Well that’s not my fault!” you defend yourself. “I have a head injury you asshole,” you say, giving him a playful shove.

He chuckles, “Heh. Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.”

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