sweetheartdecay

[sweetheartdecay]

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[sweetheartdecay]

streamerkenma! x femreader!

as kenma sat at his gaming desk, his golden cat-like eyes flickered across the screen, focusing on the video game strategy session unfolding before him. his blond hair with black roots, now slightly longer than before, fell across his forehead as he leaned forward, his unsteady posture a result of the long hours spent gaming and working. he was clad in his black hoodie, slightly worn but still a familiar comfort.

suddenly, he felt a gentle touch on his thigh, causing him to stiffen slightly in his chair. glancing down, he saw his girlfriend's head as she knelt before him,

kenma's heart began to race as he felt her warm breath on his inner thigh, her face now inches from his hardening member straining against his uniform pants. he swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure as he continued narrating the game strategy, his voice only slightly strained.

"it's crucial here to utilize the element of surprise..." kenma began, his words trailing off as he gasped quietly when he felt her lips brush against the fabric covering his clothed erection. his fingers tightened on the keyboard, griping it white-knuckle tight as he fought the urge to thrust his hips forward.

she glanced up at him, her eyes filled with mischief and desire, before slowly pulling down his sweats. kenma's mouth fell open slightly, a soft exhale escaping his lips as his cock sprang free, already hard and leaking. he prayed that the mic would muffle the sound of his escalated breathing.

the camera remained focused on the game, unaware of the lewd act unfolding beneath the desk. kenma's mind raced as he tried to concentrate on the game, but all he could think about was her tongue, now running along the underside of his shaft.

"an ambush formation here can be effective against..." kenma coughed, his voice catching in his throat as he felt her take him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his thick cock.

kenma had to bite his lower lip hard to stifle a moan as he felt her start to bob her head, taking inches of his throbbing member in and out of her warm, wet mouth. his toes curled inside his shoes as he fought the overwhelming urge to grab her hair and guide her movements.

"keep your eye on... ah... the middle..." kenma spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as the intense sensation threatened to overwhelm him. he could feel her cheeks hollowing as she suckled him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head with each upstroke.

his chest rose and fell rapidly beneath his hoodie as he struggled to regulate his breathing. the cool air from the room felt refreshing against the flush of his skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his aching cock. kenma's grip tightened on the mouse, the game nearly forgotten as his girlfriend continued her sensual assault.

her nose nestled in the coarse hair at the base of his shaft as she took him to the hilt, holding him there as she inhaled, her throat constricting around his thick length. kenma's head fell back, a strangled sound escaping him before he quickly muted the mic, praying his audience wouldn't catch the telltale noise of his unraveling restraint.

"can't... focus on... the middle.."

in the twitch chat, the viewers were oblivious to the lewd act unfolding as kenma struggled to keep up his composure during the stream. the messages scrolled rapidly across the screen, filled with in-jokes, memes, and genz slang.

"bro, kenma looks extra greasy today, is he okay?" wrote one viewer.

" deadass tho, he's usually more hype, maybe the stream is lagging on his end?" another suggested.

"LOL i think i saw him mute his mic real quick, is he trying to hide something? 💀" a third viewer commented, getting closer to the truth.

"okay, i swear i've seen kenma's eyes glaze over before, but never like THIS, he's acting hella weird bro" another chat member observed.

meanwhile, kenma's girlfriend continued her relentless assault, sucking him with increasing fervor as she sensed his impending release. her head bobbed faster, tongue and lips working in tandem to drive him wild with lust. kenma gripped the underside of his desk hard enough to leave indents.

muted mic beeping, signaling his loss of control. kenma's chest heaved as he fought for air, beads of sweat forming on his brow. his uniform clung to his skin, damp with exertion and arousal. he glanced at the chat, seeing the viewers' snarky comments and meme references, praying they wouldn't put the pieces together.

"this... formation is only effective... if you can catch your opponent off guard..." kenma managed to get out, his voice strained and breathless. under the desk, he could feel her fingers tightening around the base of his shaft, pumping in time with her sucks. his balls drew up tight, that telltale pressure building at the base of his spine.

she seemed to sense his impending climax, doubling her efforts to bring him to completion. kenma gripped the armrests of his chair with white knuckles, knuckles turning bone-white as he battled the overwhelming urge to grab her head and fuck into her eager mouth.

the chat continued to scroll, oblivious to their streamer's predicament.

"damn, kenma's really struggling today, hope he's okay!"

"maybe he's just having a brain freeze from his gaming skills being too OP"

"imagine if he rage quits tho lmaoo"

the pressure became too much for kenma to bear. with a strangled groan, he finally succumbed to the ecstasy, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum erupted from the tip. his girlfriend expertly swallowed every drop, not spilling a single bit of his hot seed as she worked him through his intense climax.

under the desk, she released his spent member, giving it a parting lick before sitting back on her heels. kenma slumped in his chair, chest heaving and skin glistening with sweat, trying to compose himself. he knew he needed to end the stream before the true reason for his distraction became apparent to his audience.

"fi-fix your formation and..." kenma paused, taking a shaky breath, "and focus on pushing forward..." he trailed off, realizing his words sounded ridiculous given the circumstances. he couldn't maintain his usual calm and collected demeanor.

the chat reacted to their streamer's uncharacteristic stammering and loss of composure.

"bro, i think kenma is about to rage quit for real, he sounds wrecked💀"

"maybe he's just having a stroke of genius and it's short-circuiting his brain, heh 🧠💡" one viewer joked.

"guys, i think... i think before i wrap things up for today... i need to..." kenma began, his voice still strained as he fought to regain his usual calm composure. under the desk, he could see the glint of his girlfriend's mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction at the effect she had on him.

she had no intention of making this easy for him, however, as her hands crept up his thighs again, massaging the sensitive skin there. kenma bit back another moan, his grip tightening on the mouse as he struggled to focus.

"i'm sorry everyone, i... i need to take care of something urgent at home. i'll catch you all on the next stream, okay? let me know if you have any other questions or concerns..." kenma spoke quickly, desperate to end the stream before his arousal resurfaced.

the chat exploded with confused and amused comments at the sudden announcement.

"damn kenma, you can't even finish your sentence, what's up with that? 😂"

"fr tho, this is sus af, something def happened"

"the real question is, did he finally get laid for once in his life? 😂😂"

as the stream neared its end, kenma made a hasty sign-off, his screen fading to black before the chat could discern the truth.

the moment the stream ended, kenma let out a shuddering breath, his composure crumbling. he turned to face his girlfriend, golden eyes dark with lust and a hint of exasperation.

"not cool," he managed to say, even as his hands reached out to pull her into his lap, strong arms encircling her waist. "you can't just... i almost fucked up my stream because of you."

she smirked at him, draping her arms around his neck as she straddled his hips, her skirt riding up to reveal the lacy tops of her stockings. "well, you can't blame me for wanting a little fun. besides, i could tell how much you were enjoying it."

kenma's hands slid down to grope her ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he pulled her harder against him. "enjoying it? i barely kept it together. you're going to pay for that later," he threatened, even as his cock began to stir back to life beneath her.

she leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "i hope so. i look forward to it." with that, she captured his lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth as she climbed into his lap, ready for him to take her right there amidst the remnants of his abandoned gaming setup.

kenma groaned into the kiss, his resolve weakening as she grinded her hips against his renewed hardness. his hands slid under her skirt, gripping her ass tightly as he pulled her flush against him. the heat of her core seeped through the fabric of her panties, and he could feel her wetness even then.

breaking the kiss, he spun them around, laying her back on his gaming chair as he loomed over her. "you're playing a dangerous game," kenma warned, his voice low and gravelly with desire. his fingers hooked into her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs as his eyes roamed her body hungrily.

she simply smirked up at him, lifting her hips to help him remove her panties completely. "you'll have to catch me first," she taunted playfully, sitting up and undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one. her black bra came into view next, and kenma licked his lips as he drank in the sight of her skin.

his hands slid up her sides, pushing her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms until it fell to the floor. he unhooked her bra with expert ease, casting it aside and leaving her bare before him. kenma took a moment to admire her perfect breasts, before leaning down to capture a dusky nipple.

kenma flicked his tongue over the sensitive peak, teasing it into stiffness before drawing it into his mouth and suckling greedily. his hand palmed her other breast, kneading the soft flesh as he laved attention on her nipple. he could feel her arching into his touch, a breathy moan escaping her lips.

"mmm, you're so sensitive today," kenma murmured approvingly around her breast, giving it a sharp nip before switching to the other. he could feel his cock throbbing with need, straining against his pants as he groped and teased her perfect tits.

his free hand slid between her thighs, pushing her skirt up to reveal her glistening folds. kenma groaned at the sight, his fingers gliding through her slick arousal. "fuck, you're dripping wet," he observed, circling her clit with the pad of his thumb. "is this all because of me?"

she whimpered and nodded, spreading her legs wider in invitation. "yes, all because of you," she breathed, watching him through hooded eyes. "i want you so badly, kenma."

emboldened by her words, kenma parted her folds with his fingers, sinking two digits deep into her tight, hot cunt. he pumped them slowly, curling and twisting as he hit that special spot inside her

that made her cry out in ecstasy, her hips bucking against his hand. "oh fuck, just like that!" she gasped, her walls clenching tightly around his invading fingers. kenma could feel her arousal coating his hand as he continued to finger fuck her, his thumb rubbing firm circles on her clit.

unable to hold back any longer, kenma swiftly removed his hand from her dripping cunt, bringing his shiny fingers to his lips. he made a show of licking them clean, savoring her tangy essence with a low moan. "you taste fucking delicious," he growled, before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

as they made out passionately, kenma quickly shed his uniform, tossing it aside carelessly. his hard cock sprang free, bobbing against his stomach and leaving a smear of precum on his abs. he lined himself up with her entrance, the blunt head nudging her slick folds.

"tell me you want it," kenma demanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "tell me how badly you need my cock inside you."

"i... i need it," she panted against his lips, wrapping her legs around his waist. "please kenma, i want your big, hard cock stretching me open. i need you to fuck me so hard.."

kenma couldn't hold back any longer. with a swift thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside her slick, tight heat. they both groaned at the sudden intrusion, her walls stretching deliciously to accommodate his thick length.

"fuck, you're so goddamn tight," kenma grunted, giving her a moment to adjust before he began to move. he set a steady, deep pace, his hips rolling against hers as he filled and stretched her again and again.

she could only moan and gasp in response, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him. "nnnh... yes... just like that," she whimpered, meeting his every thrust with the roll of her own hips. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as kenma fucked her hard and deep, just as she had begged him to.

kenma could feel every inch of her velvet walls gripping him like a vice, as if trying to keep him inside her. It only spurred him on, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he chased his pleasure. one hand slid between their sweat-slicked bodies to rub tight circles on her clit, wanting to bring her to the edge with him.

"you feel so fucking good," kenma panted against her neck, his breath hot on her skin.

kenma pistoned his hips with renewed vigor, the force of his thrusts rocking the gaming chair beneath them. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with her increasingly loud moans and cries of pleasure.

"oh god, yes! fuck me harder kenma!" she cried out, not caring about the volume of her voice. her head thrown back in ecstasy, golden hair splayed out beneath her, and her pert breasts bouncing with every rough thrust.

kenma gritted his teeth, beads of sweat dripping down his temples as he put all his remaining strength into each powerful surge of his hips. "jeez, you're so loud," he grunted, even as he rubbed her clit with punishing intensity, sensing how close she was. "anyone could hear you screaming like that."

"mmmmnh, i can't... i'm going to... yes, yes, fuck!" she wailed, high-pitched and breathless as he drove into her relentlessly, his thick cock pounding her sweet spot dead-on. her thighs quivered and clenched around his waist, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks.

as kenma slammed into her one final time, burying himself balls-deep, he let out a guttural groan. his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her as he found his release, hot ropes of his seed flooding her spasming walls. "fuck, i'm cumming!" he growled, his voice strained with exhaustion but still intense with pleasure.

at the same time, her back arched sharply, mouth falling open in a silent scream as a powerful orgasm crashed through her. her pussy clenched and rippled around his twitching cock, milking him for every last drop as she squirted hard, her juices gushing out around his pistoning member.

"oh god, kenma!" she screamed, clear fluid splashing between their joined hips, soaking the gaming chair beneath them. her entire body shook and trembled, lost in the throes of intense ecstasy as they rode out their climax together.

finally, as the waves of pleasure began to subside, kenma collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and drenched in sweat. "that was... incredible," he managed to say between breaths, still buried deep inside her dripping cunt, his softening cock plugging his seed inside her.

she could only nod weakly, boneless and sated, clinging to him.

as they caught their breath, kenma gently brushed a few sweat-dampened strands of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly tender. he gazed down at her with a small, satiated smile, his golden eyes softening.

"hey... you okay?" he asked softly, his voice still a bit ragged from their intense lovemaking. his hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing over her lower lip almost lovingly.

she managed a weak but blissful smile in return, nuzzling into his palm. "more than okay," she murmured, looping her arms around his neck to keep him close. "that was amazing, kenma. you're amazing."

chuckling softly, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing in the scent of their coupling. "i aim to please," he joked softly, before leaning in to press a surprisingly sweet kiss to her lips.

he carefully pulled out of her, both of them wincing slightly at the sensitivity. kenma sat up and scooped her into his lap, cradling her against his chest as he reached for a discarded shirt. gently, he began to wipe away the mess on her inner thighs, cleaning up the combination of their releases that had leaked out.

"hey, you really made a mess of yourself and my gaming chair," he teased lightly, tossing the soiled cloth aside and pulling her close again, wrapping the clean shirt around her like a makeshift blanket. she leaned into his touch, savoring the gentleness of his caress after the rough passion of moments before.

"i guess i just couldn't help myself," she giggled softly, snuggling against his warmth. "you bring out a wild side in me."

"apparently," kenma chuckled, his arms tightening around her waist. he pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his lips lingering for a long moment as he breathed in the scent of her hair.

they sat in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow as the room slowly cooled. kenma idly ran his fingers through her damp hair, enjoying the silky texture.

"i'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he murmured, "even if you did scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear." despite his teasing tone, there was a note of affection beneath it.

she laughed softly and playfully slapped his chest. "hey, your dirty talk pushed me over the edge!" she protested. besides, i think the neighbors probably heard your grunting and the furniture shaking around here."

"tch, i was holding back, this time," kenma scoffed playfully, though he knew she was right. he had gotten a bit carried away in his

passion, lost in the throes of lust. but he couldn't deny the way his heart felt full, holding her close like this. the sex had been intense and satisfying, but there was something special about these quiet moments afterwards, too.

he gazed down at her, his golden eyes soft and warm. "maybe. but you've got to admit, that was incredible," he said softly, a note of wonder in his voice. "i've never seen you cum like that before."

she blushed lightly, tucking her face into his neck to hide her flustered expression. "well, you've never fucked me that hard before," she retorted playfully, nipping lightly at his throat. "i can't help it if you bring out a side of me i didn't know existed."

"hnng... keep that up and we'll be going for round two," kenma warned, even as his hands slid down to grope her ass, kneading the soft flesh. despite his words, he made no move to let her go, content to hold her close.

they remained wrapped around each other, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. outside, the sun began to set, casting a warm orange and pink hue over the room. Inside, they were lost in their own little world.

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how do you think someone like randal or luther would react to an s/o slowly falling out of love with them? or even admitting that they have fallen/are falling out of love with them?

do you think they’d notice immediately? acknowledge it? play along as they lead them on? or would they call it out? or anything else?

okay wait i’ve literally thought abt this before 😭 like u don’t understand how much brain space this scenario takes up sometimes. personally, i feel like randal would 100% notice IMMEDIATELY. he’s the type of guy to clock the tiniest shift in your vibe, like you take a second too long to text back or you don’t laugh at his stupid little jokes the same way, and he pretends he didn’t notice at first, but it eats at him so bad. it’s not even direct confrontation either. it starts with subtle comments, weird jokes that feel a little too sharp, passive aggressive remarks like “guess you’re too busy for me now huh” until it builds up. and when it gets too obvious he’d finally snap in the most emotionally loaded, self-destructive way possible. like dead silent then hitting you with a “just say it. you don’t love me anymore, right?” and it would ruin the entire room. he’d act like it’s whatever after but you’d see that glassy look in his eyes and know it’s over.

luther tho… he’s a whole different breed. i feel like he’d pick up on it slowly, like noticing you don’t reach for his hand as much or you stop showing up for little things. and instead of acknowledging it, he’d fully throw himself into denial. like acting like everything’s fine, overcompensating like crazy, getting super clingy, buying you random shit, trying to recreate old memories like “remember this place? we were so happy here.” and when you finally admit it, he wouldn’t fight. wouldn’t beg. he’d just go completely silent, maybe give you a quiet “okay.” and shut down emotionally, dead behind the eyes type beat. and then disappear from your life like a ghost even though it’s tearing him apart inside. either way both would be disasters about it lbr 💀 absolute messes.

[sweetheartdecay]

satoru lounged casually in his office chair, one long muscular leg draped carelessly over the armrest as he flipped through some paperwork. his snow-white hair, now let down to the base of his neck, cascaded around his attractive face framed by the black blindfold propped up against it. the dark blue zip-up jacket strained slightly against his broad, lean shoulders and the matching slim-fit black pants hugged his powerful thighs.

as the door to his office burst open, satoru glanced up with a lazy smirk, his vibrant blue six eyes hidden beneath the sunglasses glinting with intrigue. "well, well, well," he drawled, looking the girl up and down appraisingly. "to what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise visit?" his deep, husky voice sent a shiver down her spine.

the girl hesitated for a moment, biting her plump lower lip nervously before striding forward with renewed determination. satoru leaned back further in his chair, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he watched her approach. he could sense the desire radiating off her in waves, the air between them growing thick with tension.

"you're satoru gojo, right?" she asked breathlessly, coming to a stop in front of his desk. "the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the world?"

satoru chuckled darkly, a low rumble in his broad chest as he stood up from his chair. he towered over the girl, his muscular frame dwarfing her smaller one as he slowly circled around her like a predator stalking its prey. "that's what they say," he murmured, reaching out to tip her chin up with a single finger, forcing her to meet his obscured gaze. "but I'm curious, sweetheart. what makes you think you have what it takes to handle the real me?"

his thumb brushed over her plump lower lip, tracing the soft flesh as he leaned in closer, the scent of his expensive cologne filling her nostrils. satoru's other hand came to rest on the curve of her hip, pulling her body flush against his. she could feel every hard ridge and plane of his muscular physique through the thin fabric of her clothes.

"i've seen your file," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "a talented sorcerer, but still... weak. are you sure you want to play in my league, little one?"

satoru's hand slid down to grope the supple flesh of her ass, squeezing the plush mound possessively. he ground his hips against hers, letting her feel the growing bulge of his arousal pressing insistently against her stomach. a moan threatened to spill from her.

the girl gasped, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink as she felt satoru's bold touch and the prominent evidence of his desire. she swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure even as her body reacted instinctively to his proximity and the dark promises in his voice. "i... i think i can handle anything you throw at me, sensei," she breathed, tilting her head to hold his intense gaze.

satoru smirked at her defiant response, clearly amused and aroused by her bravado. "mmm, such a feisty little thing, aren't you?" he purred, his hand kneading and groping her ass more aggressively as he pulled her tighter against him. "alright then, sweetheart. let's put that claim to the test."

suddenly, satoru spun her around and bent her over his desk, sweeping the paperwork carelessly to the side. before she could react, he flipped up her skirt, exposing her lacy panties to his hungry gaze. "satoru!" she gasped, trying to cover herself, but he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"leave them off," he growled, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties and giving them a sharp tug, snapping the flimsy fabric like it was nothing.

satoru drank in the sight of her newly exposed flesh, admiring the way her round ass jiggled from the force of his actions. he let out a low, approving groan as his hands kneaded and spread her cheeks apart, revealing the tight pucker of her asshole and the glistening pink folds of her dripping cunt. "fuck, even your little holes are perfect," he muttered, giving her ass a hard smack that echoed through his office.

the girl cried out, arching her back as the sensation of the spank sent sparks of pleasure racing up her spine. satoru chuckled darkly, rubbing the reddened skin soothingly before delivering another stinging slap. he could see her arousal dripping down her inner thighs, and it only inflamed his lust. "look at you, getting this worked up over a little bit of pain," he teased, trailing a finger through the slickness and bringing it to his lips for a taste. "you're going to be so much fun to break in."

satoru's belt hit the floor with a thud as he hastily undid his pants, freeing his massive, throbbing erection. the thick head was already leaking with anticipation, smearing precum across her ass crack. he notched himself at her entrance, the heat of his cock searing against it.

satoru's hands gripped her hips bruisingly as he notched the bulbous head of his enormous cock at her dripping entrance. with one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, stretching her impossibly tight walls around his throbbing girth. a guttural groan tore from his throat at the exquisite feel of her silken heat engulfing him, gripping him like a vice.

"fuck, so goddamn tight," satoru grunted, giving her ass a hard squeeze as he started to move. he set a relentless pace, the wet squelch of her arousal filling the room as he pounded into her mercilessly. each powerful thrust shoved her forward on his desk, scattering pens and papers to the floor.

the girl could only moan and whimper, her pussy clenching desperately around the thick cock splitting her open again and again. pleasure ignited every nerve ending as satoru used her roughly, claiming her body with single-minded intensity. she could feel every ridge and vein of his shaft dragging against her sensitive walls, stoking the fire burning in her core.

"that's it, take this cock," satoru growled, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust that slammed her hips against the edge of the desk. "fuck, i knew you'd have a perfect cunt. squeezing me so fucking tight." satoru's hips snapped forward relentlessly, the force of his thrusts making the desk creak and shake beneath them. his heavy balls slapped lewdly against her clit with every pump of his hips, sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting through her veins.

satoru reached up and fisted a hand in her hair, yanking her head back as he hammered into her, forcing her to arch her spine sharply. "fuck, i'm going to ruin this pussy," he snarled, his breath coming in harsh pants against the side of her neck. "gonna fucking wreck you on my cock until the only thing you can think about is choking on my cum."

he could feel her silken walls fluttering wildly around his pistoning shaft, gripping him like a hot, slick fist. satoru knew he wouldn't last long at this rate, not with the way her perfect little cunt was milking his cock so greedily. he leaned down and sank his teeth into the side of her neck, marking her pale skin as he rutted into her harder and faster.

"come on, sweetheart," satoru growled against her throat, his voice rough and ragged with lust. "cum on my fucking cock. show me what a good little slut you are for your sensei." satoru's hand snaked around her hip, finding her swollen clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rough circles. her wanton cries grew louder and more desperate as he strummed her most intimate flesh, pushing her rapidly towards the edge.

the girl could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core, her thighs trembling and toes curling in her shoes. satoru's cock was pounding into her so hard and deep, striking that perfect spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. "s-satoru!" she keened, her pussy clenching down on him like a vice as her orgasm crashed through her.

satoru groaned as he felt her coming undone, her velvet walls rippling and squeezing his shaft deliciously. it was too much for him to take, and with one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside her spasming cunt. his cock jerked and throbbed as he began to cum, painting her insides white with thick ropes of his hot seed.

"fuck, take it!" his hips grinding against her ass as he pumped what felt like gallons of cum deep into her fertile womb. he continued to rub her clit through her orgasm, forcing her to ride out

the intense waves of pleasure until she was a mewling, shaking mess beneath him. satoru's potent release seemed endless, her belly starting to distend slightly from the sheer volume of his essence flooding her unprotected core.

as the final spurts of his cum dripped heavily from her well-used hole, satoru pulled out with a filthy squelch. he flipped the girl over onto her back on the desk, pushing her knees up to her shoulders to fully expose her dripping, twitching cunt. satoru admired his handiwork, watching in satisfaction as rivulets of their combined release leaked out to trickle down the crack of her ass and pool on the desk below.

"look at the mess we made," he purred wickedly, scooping up some of the creamy mixture of their juices and bringing his coated fingers to her lips. "open up, sweetheart. clean up the mess, and maybe i'll consider giving you another round on my cock." satoru traced the seam of her mouth teasingly, smearing the musky essence across her plump lower lip. his intense, concealed gaze bored into hers, daring her to submit to his depraved desires as he waited for her response with a smug, self-assured grin.

the girl hesitated for a moment, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. the taste of their coupling lingered on her tongue, a sinful blend of their essences that made her head spin. reluctantly, she parted her lips, allowing satoru's fingers to slip into her mouth. her small pink tongue darted out, lapping at his digits and savoring the taste of their combined releases.

satoru's eyes flashed with dark satisfaction as he watched her clean his fingers, his cock already starting to harden again at the erotic sight. he pulled his hand back once she had finished, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to his fingers. "such a good girl," he murmured, more to himself than to her. "but i'm still not nearly done with you yet."

satoru leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke in a low, teasing murmur. "mmm, but i don't think you've earned another round just yet, sweetheart. it takes more than a half-hearted attempt to satisfy me." he punctuated his words with a sharp smack to her sensitive pussy, making her yelp and flinch.

satoru chuckled darkly at her reaction, trailing his fingers along her inner thigh. "maybe next time, if you put in a better effort. for now, i think you should be grateful for the privilege of having my cum leaking out of this greedy little cunt." he brushed his thumb teasingly over her swollen, twitching hole before pulling away and tucking himself back into his pants.

straightening up, satoru gave her ass a parting squeeze before stepping back and looking down at her sprawled form with a smug, self-satisfied grin. "you should clean yourself up and get dressed before someone sees you like this. although..." he paused, letting his eyes rake over her once more. "i have to admit, the sight of you covered in my cum is quite the view. maybe i'll make a habit of bending you over my desk for a in-class demonstration. now hurry up and get out of here before i change my mind," satoru commanded, his tone still laced with dark amusement.

he watched with a critical eye as she hastily sat up, feeling the obscene amount of his seed sloshing inside her with the movement. she winced as the sticky fluid drooled out of her abused hole, dripping down onto his expensive leather chair.

blushing furiously, she scrambled to gather up her ruined panties and skirt, struggling to pull them back on over her wobbly legs. satoru leaned against his desk, arms crossed and eyebrows raised expectantly as he watched her fumbling attempts at modesty. a cruel smirk played at the corner of his lips as she finally managed to get herself somewhat presentable, though the red handprints on her ass and the scent of sex still clinging to her skin betrayed exactly what had just transpired.

satisfied that she was ready to leave, satoru jerked his head towards the door in a clear dismissal. "run along now, sweetheart. and don't forget, next time, bring a little more enthusiasm if you want more of what I just gave you." his voice was dripping with mocking gentleness, a clear contrast to the cruel, lustful intentions behind his words.

with a final, lingering blush, the girl hurried out of satoru's office, leaving him alone with the lingering scent of their intimate encounter. satoru couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he listened to the click of her heels fading away down the hallway. he had to admit, it was refreshing to have such a responsive and eager little toy to play with. he had a feeling he would be putting that tight body of hers to very good use in the future.

smoothing down his disheveled hair, satoru sat back down at his desk and leaned back in his chair, a smug grin still playing across his handsome face. he allowed himself a moment to revel in the satisfaction of marking his territory, so to speak. let the rumors spread, he didn't care. after all, he was satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer in the world. He could do as he pleased.

the girl would be back, of that he was certain. they always came back, drawn to his power and the dark promise in his eyes like moths to a flame. and when she did, he would be waiting, ready to claim her all over again and push her to the breaking point. but for now, he had work to attend to and a school to run.

with a sigh, satoru reached for a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag as he flipped open his laptop and began to review the day's lesson plans.

[sweetheartdecay]

Staring at you with big ol' puppy eyes

...Festival Izuku pt2??

festival blushes pt 2.

ANON PLS— YOU WIN I CAN’T RESIST THOSE PUPPY EYES 😭😭😭

₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ notes : ok sooooo this is literally a self-indulgent continuation bc this silly little anon stared at me with puppy eyes and i folded like wet paper 😭💚 ugh anyway here’s pt 2 of my roman empire. still in lowercase bc it feels like a sleepover chat and i love that for us. pls enjoy and prepare to scream and kick your feet bc THEY’RE SO STUPIDLY IN LOVE. ── .✦

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

the fireworks started slow — soft pops of color against the night sky, warm reds and pale pinks reflecting in izuku’s wide, green eyes as you both wandered away from the crowded stalls, out towards a quiet little patch of grass near the riverbank.

you were still holding hands. neither of you had let go since the taiyaki stand, and honestly, neither of you planned to.

“this spot’s perfect,” you said softly, tugging him down to sit beside you.

he plopped down a little too fast, nearly toppling over in the process. “o-oh! uh—yeah! perfect!”

you laughed under your breath. so dumb. so cute. so mine—wait. no. not mine. not yet. unless…

another firework exploded overhead, gold sparks raining down like tiny stars, and you caught the way his freckles practically glowed in the flickering light.

“hey,” you nudged him with your shoulder. “you okay? you’ve been kinda quiet.”

izuku startled a little, then rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.

“s-sorry! i just… i’m not great at… um… this. being alone with… you. not that i don’t want to! i mean—i really, really do! it’s just… you’re… really pretty. and you’re holding my hand. and you called me b-babe earlier and—”

you bit your lip to hide a grin. “izuku.”

“—and i’ve kinda had a crush on you since, like, forever and—”

“izuku.”

“—and if i don’t shut up right now i’m probably gonna say something embarrassing like i wanna kiss you or something and—”

“izuku.”

he finally looked up, blinking at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“breathe, babe.”

he made a noise. a tiny, high-pitched eek sound that probably wasn’t humanly possible.

you giggled and shifted closer, resting your head lightly against his shoulder. his entire body stiffened like he’d been electrocuted, then slowly, carefully, he relaxed, leaning his head against yours.

the two of you sat like that for a while, watching the fireworks paint the sky in purples and blues and soft shimmering golds.

“hey, izuku?” you murmured after a minute.

“y-yeah?”

“…can i kiss you?”

silence. not a single sound except the distant crackle of fireworks.

then, so softly you barely caught it��� “y-yeah. please.”

your heart squeezed so hard it physically hurt. you shifted to face him, hands trembling a little as you cupped his cheek. his skin was so warm it was unfair.

his eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

but just as you were about to lean in—

BOOM

a massive firework burst directly overhead, startling you both so bad you jerked apart, bumping heads in the process.

“ow—!”

“ah! s-sorrysorrysorry—”

you both broke into breathless, stupid laughter, clutching your heads and wheezing.

“guess… guess the universe wants to keep us waiting, huh?” you teased, grinning.

izuku rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks still bright pink but smiling so wide it made your stomach flip.

“i-i don’t mind waiting… as long as it’s with you.”

and you swore your heart completely stopped.

you laced your fingers through his again, and he squeezed them tight, both of you watching the last of the fireworks burst and fade above you.

maybe next time. maybe tomorrow. maybe after the next festival.

you weren’t in a rush.

not when holding his hand already felt like everything.

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‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ notes : OKAY I’M SO SOFT RN 😭😭😭 i just KNOW deku would fumble a first kiss like this and it would still be perfect bc he’s literally the sweetest boy alive. anyway thank u for reading and thank u to this person for puppy-eyeing me into this pt 2 bc i’m obsessed with them. if u want a pt 3 (like… them walking home after, sleepy soft confessions? 👀) PLS LMK i’m already unwell. love u mwamwa 💚 ── .✦

[sweetheartdecay]

festival blushes

izuku midoriya x reader

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ notes : HELLOOOO GUYSS 😭😭😭 it’s me again lmao i literally COULDN’T stop thinking about flustered deku and you calling him babe by accident and him just blue-screening and UGH. this is my roman empire actually. anyway this one’s kinda long AND written all in lowercase bc it feels more personal and soft like that 🥹💚 pls enjoy and scream w me after ok ok love u mwa mwa ── .✦

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

the ua dorm common room was loud, buzzing with excitement as students finished their final festival prep. someone was frying up takoyaki, someone else was arguing over what stalls to hit first, and outside the open windows, you could smell roasted sweet potatoes and hear the distant clatter of festival games being set up.

you sat on the couch in your yukata, sleeves a little loose around your wrists, your hair pinned up with two little star-shaped clips. uraraka was beside you, jirou on the other, and you were mid-convo about something that had your heart doing stupid little flips.

“okay but seriously,” you sighed dramatically, leaning your chin in your hand. “midoriya is way too cute sometimes. like it should be illegal.”

uraraka’s grin widened. “you mean like when you complimented his all might keychain and he dropped his entire bento?”

jirou snorted. “or when you called him ‘dude’ and he turned pink for no reason?”

you laughed. “exactly! and when he gets flustered, his freckles go all glowy and he makes those little noises like a kettle about to burst. it’s so dumb. i can’t.”

none of you noticed the poor green-haired boy standing frozen just around the corner, soda in hand, face a fiery red.

she thinks my freckles glow?! she noticed my… noises?! oh no oh no oh no—what do i do with this information?? what am i supposed to—

izuku midoriya, number one overthinker, quietly panicked and tiptoed away like a burglar caught mid-heist.

by sunset, the campus festival was alive with color and music. paper lanterns floated overhead, food stalls lined the paths, and students wandered around in yukatas and casual clothes, their laughter and chatter mixing with the sounds of taiko drums.

you showed up at the entrance, heart doing backflips when you spotted deku waiting there, nervously fidgeting with his phone.

“there you are!” you grinned, jogging up to him.

he looked up, startled, then nearly dropped his phone for real this time.

“o-oh! (y/n)!” his face immediately turned pink. “y-you look… um, really—i mean—w-wow—um—”

you laughed, grabbing his hand without thinking. “c’mon, the taiyaki line’s gonna get insane.”

he choked on air.

“w-w-w-we’re holding h-hands??” he stammered, stumbling after you as you dragged him through the crowd.

“you’ll get lost if i don’t,” you teased, but you didn’t let go.

izuku was pretty sure his heart was about to explode. his brain short-circuited every time your fingers squeezed his or when your shoulders bumped as you walked. this isn’t happening this isn’t happening this isn’t—

you spent the next hour playing games (he sucked at goldfish scooping, you teased him relentlessly), sharing dango, and laughing until your cheeks hurt. it was… easy. and it made your chest ache in the best way.

as you reached a taiyaki stand, you noticed a couple ahead of you holding hands, leaning into each other, laughing at something. it made you smile without thinking.

you turned to him. “hey babe, you want matcha or chocolate?”

time stopped.

deku’s face went completely blank. then… pure red.

“b-b-b-babe!?!?” he squeaked, his voice an octave higher than normal.

your eyes widened. your soul left your body. oh no.

“i-i didn’t mean—like—not that i—i mean it was a joke! haha! festival couple jokes! not that i… wouldn’t… if you… um…”

you wanted to crawl into a hole and vanish.

and then he mumbled, barely audible, looking down at his shoes, “i-i wouldn’t mind… if you… called me that more often…”

your heart quite literally skipped.

“wait… what?”

he glanced up at you through his lashes, the corners of his mouth lifting in a tiny, shy smile. his freckles looked extra bright under the glow of the lanterns.

“i… i kinda heard what you said. earlier. in the common room. about me.”

you gaped. “y-you did!?”

“i was just getting a soda! i swear i wasn’t eavesdropping!” he rambled. “but um… i thought it was… really nice.”

your brain completely broke.

“uh… i’ll take one matcha and one chocolate,” you blurted to the vendor.

as he handed you the warm pastries, you shyly slipped your hand back into izuku’s, your face burning. he squeezed it gently.

neither of you said anything for a moment, just stood there, hands entwined as colorful fireworks exploded in the sky above, painting the night in soft pinks and golds.

“hey,” you whispered, feeling braver now.

he turned to you, blinking.

“do you… wanna go watch the fireworks? somewhere… just us?”

his eyes lit up, and he smiled that bright, sunshine smile that made your stomach swoop.

“y-yeah! i’d really like that.”

and you both walked off together, hand in hand, hearts way too loud in your ears but not caring in the slightest.

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‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ notes : LITERALLY SCREAMING WHILE WRITING THIS 😭😭😭 he’s such a little blushy boy i love him so bad. i can already hear him stammering and i just know he’d be the type to panic over one “babe” like it’s the biggest deal ever 😭 also yes yes yes if you guys want a pt 2 with them watching the fireworks and maybe like a tiny almost kiss or actual kiss LMK BC I’M SO READY TO WRITE THAT AAAAAA 💚💚💚 love u mwamwa ok bye

if u want me to literally write that pt 2 rn just say the word 👀✨ ── .✦

[sweetheartdecay]

⚡ shockingly sweet night in

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ notes : hi hi!! okay so i wrote this because denki kaminari is literally the cutest disaster ever and i feel like he would 100% be the type to talk big during horror movies and then be the first one to lose his mind. also i made him call the reader sparks bc i thought it was rlly adorable and fitting :’) enjoy this fluffy chaotic mess. ── .✦

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

class 1-a had officially lost its collective mind.

it was friday night, and instead of relaxing after a brutal week of training, the class somehow decided that a horror movie marathon in the common room was the perfect way to unwind. denki kaminari, class clown, human battery, and certified big talker, had been the loudest voice in favor of it.

“c’mon, it’ll be fun!” he’d grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “i don’t get scared! i’m a pro-hero in training, sparks. nothing phases me.”

you should’ve known then he was full of it.

by the second movie, you noticed him inching closer to you on the couch. by the third, his hand was clenching a throw pillow like his life depended on it. when a particularly gnarly jump scare hit, a sudden ghost face appearing in a bathroom mirror, denki let out a scream so high-pitched, you thought it might shatter the windows.

“ahhhhh! what the hell was that?! oh crap, run!”

you and kirishima almost fell over laughing. even bakugo, sitting at the back of the room with his arms crossed, snorted. denki scrambled off the couch, eyes wide, muttering something about “ghosts in the walls” and “needing air,” before disappearing down the hallway.

you’d figured he was just being dramatic.

until now.

a soft knock at your door pulled you from the half-asleep haze you’d been floating in. you checked the time: 12:47 am.

another knock.

you groaned, dragging yourself out of bed and opening the door.

standing there in the dimly lit hallway was denki kaminari, looking like the most pathetic excuse for a hero you’d ever seen. his hair was a disheveled mess, there were faint static sparks popping from his bangs, and he had his favorite pikachu blanket draped over his head like a sad little ghost.

“sparks…” he whispered urgently. “it’s me…”

you stared. “denki, what are you doing?”

his eyes darted up and down the hallway like something was about to jump out at him. “i- i can’t sleep. the shadows are moving, i swear to god. i think one of the ghosts followed me back.”

you raised a skeptical brow. “seriously? you’re scared of a movie?”

“i am not scared,” he insisted quickly, though his voice cracked halfway through. “i’m just… being cautious. tactical retreat, y’know? gotta stay alert.”

you leaned against the doorframe, biting back a grin. “and you thought my room was ghost-free?”

“it’s scientifically proven that ghosts don’t haunt rooms with adorable people in them,” he declared, gesturing at you with a crooked smile. “so, uh… i figured you were a safe bet.”

your cheeks warmed. denki wasn’t always this smooth, but every now and then, he’d drop little compliments like that, so casual it made your heart skip.

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, but stepped aside. “fine. come in before someone sees you like this.”

denki let out a breath of relief and bolted inside, throwing himself dramatically onto your bed like a fainting victorian damsel. he let out a long groan, rolling around in the blanket.

“your room smells nice,” he commented, muffled against your pillow.

you snorted and closed the door behind him. “it’s called soap, kaminari. you should try it.”

he poked his head up, grinning. “sassy tonight, huh?”

“always.”

you grabbed an extra pillow from your chair and tossed it at him. “you better not snore.”

“hey, i don’t snore!” denki protested, fluffing the pillow and sitting up. “i make heroic sleep sounds.”

you rolled your eyes and sat beside him, grabbing your phone to check the time again. it was past one now, and the room was comfortably quiet. only the faint hum of the dorm’s night lights filtered through the door.

denki sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “why did we even think horror movies were a good idea? whose dumb idea was that?”

“yours.”

he groaned, slumping further down.

you grinned. “by the way… you should’ve heard yourself when that ghost popped up. i think you broke a sound barrier.”

“i did not scream.”

“oh really?” you cleared your throat and dramatically mimicked his earlier performance. “‘ahhhh what the hell was that?! oh crap, run!’”

denki choked out a laugh, clutching his stomach. “s-sparks-! stop-!”

but you weren’t done. you added flailing arms and wide, terrified eyes to your impersonation, dramatically throwing yourself off the bed like he had in the common room.

“not the bathroom mirror ghost! anything but that!” you wailed, pretending to crawl for safety.

denki howled, practically falling over. “i-i can’t breathe! oh my god-”

sparks popped around him as his laughter spiraled out of control. little static zaps crackled in the air, and before you could react, his hair puffed up comically, the tips standing on end as electricity crackled from his fingers.

“d-denki-!” you called, but it was too late.

bzzzzzt—

he short-circuited right then and there, a dazed, goofy grin plastered across his face. his eyes unfocused, little bolts dancing between his bangs.

you burst out laughing.

“dude! you shocked yourself!”

denki blinked, his head lolling to the side. “heh… worth it.”

you fell back onto the bed beside him, wiping tears from your eyes. “you are such a disaster.”

“yeah…” he muttered, voice softer now, a lingering smile on his face. when you glanced over, you caught him staring at you, not with his usual cheeky grin, but with this soft, heart-thudding look you didn’t see very often.

a beat passed.

“i’m seriously falling for you, y’know,” he said quietly, as if it slipped out before he could stop it.

your heart stopped.

you blinked. “wait. was that… out loud?”

denki’s eyes widened in horror. his face turned scarlet, sparks flickering at his temples. “i- i mean- uh- what i meant was- ”

you reached out, grabbing his sleeve. “hey.”

he froze.

you smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. “i like you too, dummy.”

his jaw dropped. “you… what?”

“i mean, who else is gonna scream at horror movies with me at two in the morning and fry their own brain cells?”

denki groaned and buried his face into the pillow, his entire body radiating embarrassment. “i swear, i’m never living this down.”

you laughed, leaning against his side. “nah. but you’re kinda cute when you’re terrified.”

he mumbled something incoherent into the pillow, but you felt his arm slide around your shoulders, pulling you in closer.

“you’re stuck with me now, sparks.”

you let your head rest against his shoulder, heart skipping in time with the little zaps in the air. “good. wouldn’t have it any other way.”

and for the rest of the night, neither of you moved, falling asleep to the sound of soft static and each other’s steady breathing.

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[sweetheartdecay]

''happy birthday, sei.''

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ notes : in honor of nagi's birthday i made a little fanfic of this silly :3 i hope u guys like it!! ── .✦

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

the early morning light peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. nagi seishiro lay fast asleep, his pale hair messy and slightly covering his eyes, one arm lazily draped over your waist as you stayed curled against him.

you grinned to yourself, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. it was his birthday today. and you wanted to be the very first one to greet him.

leaning in quietly, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. then one to the tip of his nose. and finally, a soft, lingering one to his lips.

“mmm…” he stirred, eyes fluttering open halfway. “huh…? y/n…?”

“happy birthday, sei,” you whispered, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear.

a small, sleepy smile tugged at the corner of his lips, the kind of soft expression only you ever got to see.

“mm… that’s nice,” he mumbled, pulling you closer into his warmth. “you woke me up for that?”

“yup,” you grinned. “worth it.”

he let out a soft chuckle, still half-asleep, but looking at you with that affection in his hazy gaze.

“oh- wait,” you said, remembering the other part of your surprise. you carefully reached for the small box on your nightstand and handed it to him. “open it.”

nagi blinked, propping himself up slightly on one elbow and unwrapping the box lazily. when he opened it, his eyes widened just a little his version of ‘surprised and touched.’

inside was a sleek, custom-made game controller in his favorite color scheme white and silver with soft mint accents. his initials “ns” were engraved on the side, and when he pressed the power button, a soft glow lit up around them.

“whoa…” he breathed. “… this is sick.”

you grinned, watching his fingers run over the smooth surface of the controller.

“i know it’s simple, but i wanted you to have something cool. you’ll think of me every time you rage-quit a game now,” you teased.

nagi chuckled, setting the controller aside for a moment to pull you back into his arms. “best gift’s still you, though,” he murmured against your hair.

you rolled your eyes but felt your face heat up. “cheesy.”

“dun care,” he mumbled. “c’mere.”

and with that, he captured your lips in a lazy, warm birthday morning kiss one that tasted like sleep and love and soft promises for a day you’d spend doing absolutely nothing… just the way he liked it.

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[sweetheartdecay]

HIIII :3

Can you write something about randal ivory x a non-binary trad goth reader?

Thx!

-anon 🪼

AN: hihihi OFCC i hope u like it </3 :P

something borrowed, something bruised

Randal Ivory x Non-Binary Trad Goth!Reader

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you didn’t expect to find randal waiting for you outside the old bookstore.

the street was empty, dusk settling in like a heavy, gray shroud. flickering neon signs buzzed against the silence. you’d just tucked a worn copy of the masque of the red death into your bag when you caught sight of him, leaning against a lamppost like he belonged there. like the crumbling sidewalk and peeling paint were made for him.

his grin was a crooked thing, half-charming, half-sinister.

“there you are, sweetheart,” he drawled, eyes glinting in the dim light.

you raised a brow beneath your dark bangs. “stalking me now, ivory?”

he tsked, pushing off the post and sauntering closer. his mismatched eyes one too sharp, the other almost sleepy roamed over your high-collared velvet coat, lace cuffs, the heavy cross pendant hanging at your throat.

“nah,” he smirked. “just missed you. is that a crime?”

“depends on your intentions.”

“always the best.” his voice dripped with sarcasm, but there was something else beneath it. a frayed tenderness. the kind of affection that looked like a cracked mirror jagged, but reflecting you all the same.

he reached into the pocket of his threadbare coat and produced something small, cradled in his palm. a ring. old, tarnished silver with a chipped black stone.

“found this,” he said, like it was the most casual thing in the world.

you took it, examining the strange little thing. it felt cold against your skin. wrong and right at the same time.

“where’d you steal it from?” you teased.

randal shrugged, flashing a grin too sharp to be harmless. “does it matter?”

your lips twitched. “suppose not.”

he watched you slide the ring onto your middle finger, his gaze heavy, almost reverent.

“looks better on you,” he murmured.

the streetlamp above buzzed, casting your shadows together on the cracked pavement. neither of you spoke for a moment, and in the quiet, the world felt like it had narrowed to just this two ruined things finding a strange kind of solace in each other.

“come on,” randal finally said, voice lower, rougher. “let’s get lost somewhere. someplace ugly.”

you smiled, something soft and fond curling in your chest.

“lead the way, ivory.”

and you followed, because if there was anyone you'd let drag you into the dark, it was him.

🖤

[sweetheartdecay]

a bouquet of wilting roses

a bouquet of dead roses blackened, brittle, and reeking of decay rests in randal’s outstretched hand, a grin tugging at his lips as he presents them like a precious gift. unsettled yet unable to refuse, you hesitate, knowing better than to question him. when he murmurs that they remind him of you, the weight of his words lingers, suffocating. the petals crumble at your touch, the thorns bite into your skin, but still you don’t let go.

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the roses are dead.

not just dried and brittle, not just on the verge of wilting dead.

petals blackened at the edges, curling inward as if recoiling from the touch of time. the once-vibrant red has dulled to the shade of drying blood, a deep, unsettling hue that whispers of decay. the stems, though still intact, have been bent at unnatural angles, as though plucked in a hurry, handled roughly, or perhaps tortured.

yet randal holds them out to you with a grin, as if presenting the most beautiful bouquet in the world.

"here," he says, voice smooth yet unsteady, like a lullaby played on an out-of-tune piano. "i got these for you."

for a moment, all you can do is stare.

the roses dangle from his grasp, barely holding together, petals trembling at the slightest movement. a few have already fallen, drifting lazily to the floor between you. the scent that reaches you isn’t the floral sweetness you expect. it’s something earthier, heavier a mix of damp soil and something faintly metallic.

"...randal," you start, hesitant, unsure how to phrase what you’re thinking.

that these aren’t flowers meant for a gift. that they look like they’ve been rotting in someone’s hands. that they belong in a place of mourning, not in an offering of affection.

he tilts his head, watching you like a cat observing a cornered mouse. "what? you don’t like them?"

there’s no anger in his voice, no sharp edge of insult taken, but there’s something else lurking beneath the words something dangerous.

your throat tightens.

"they’re... interesting," you settle on, glancing at the twisted stems, the bruised petals, the tiny streak of red staining his fingertips.

you don’t want to ask where it came from.

randal’s expression flickers, then shifts into something unreadable. slowly, he twirls the bouquet between his fingers, the stems twisting and creaking in protest. the thorns press against his skin, but he doesn’t react.

"they reminded me of you," he finally murmurs.

your gaze snaps to his. his mismatched eyes are heavy-lidded, calculating, as if studying every micro-expression on your face, waiting for a reaction he hasn’t yet received.

you swallow thickly. "because…?"

randal hums, rolling his shoulders in a lazy stretch. "because they’re beautiful, obviously," he says, offhandedly, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

you glance at the dead flowers again, their withering forms crumbling at the edges.

beautiful.

somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought lingers like an echo: is this how he sees you?

"i-" you hesitate. the bouquet still hangs between you, his outstretched hand unwavering. he’s waiting. expecting.

you don’t know what possesses you to reach out. maybe it’s the way his fingers twitch slightly, like he might pull them back if you take too long. maybe it’s the way his smile never fully reaches his eyes, like he’s daring you to reject him.

or maybe it’s because you already know you don’t say no to randal ivory.

your fingers brush his as you take the bouquet. the stems are rough, thorns digging in just enough to sting. a petal disintegrates at your touch, floating lifelessly to the floor.

randal watches with a slow blink. his lips twitch, just barely, before curling into a smile.

"they suit you," he murmurs.

a shiver creeps down your spine. you don’t ask what he means.

the scent of decay lingers between you, thick and suffocating.

and somehow, despite the weight in your chest, despite the quiet dread pooling in your stomach-

you don’t let go.

[sweetheartdecay]

late night art

late at night in the 1-A dorm common room, izuku and y/n bond over an impromptu art session. while izuku doodles all might in funny scenarios, y/n secretly sketches a portrait of him.

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the common room of the 1-A dorms was quiet, the moonlight spilling through the large windows and casting a soft glow on the scattered art supplies on the coffee table. most of the class was already asleep, but y/n and izuku sat side by side on the floor, surrounded by sketch pads, pencils, and a few stray markers.

izuku was hunched over his paper, biting his lip in concentration as he carefully shaded what looked like a small doodle of all might holding a cat. “i’m not really good at this,” he mumbled, glancing sideways at y/n. “but it’s kind of fun.”

y/n peeked over at his work, a grin tugging at their lips. “you’re doing fine, midoriya. that’s adorable. all might with a cat, though?”

izuku flushed, his pencil pausing mid-stroke. “i-i just thought… it’d be cute. like, maybe he had a pet when he was younger or something.”

“that’s actually really sweet,” y/n said, shaking their head as they turned back to their own drawing. they’d been sketching a quick portrait of izuku without telling him, trying to capture the way he always looked so determined, even while doing something as simple as art.

after a few minutes of silence, izuku tilted his head toward them, curiosity getting the better of him. “what are you drawing?” he asked, leaning closer to peek. jis eyes widened when he saw the lines of his own face staring back at him.

“is that… me?” he asked, his cheeks flushing pink.

y/n paused, caught in the act, before shrugging nonchalantly. “yeah. you’ve been sitting still for so long, it was easy to use you as a reference.”

izuku blinked, his gaze shifting between the sketch and y/n’s face. “it’s… amazing. you make me look way cooler than i really am.”

y/n rolled their eyes, a soft laugh escaping them. “you’re plenty cool, midoriya. you just don’t see it.”

they fell into a comfortable silence again, occasionally breaking it with quiet comments about each other’s work. by the end of the night, y/n had a series of quick sketches of izuku, while he proudly showed off a little collection of all might doodles with increasingly ridiculous scenarios, like all might in a chef’s hat or balancing a stack of books.

as the sky outside began to lighten with the first hints of dawn, y/n tore a page from their sketch pad a detailed portrait of izuku with his focused expression and handed it to him.

“here,” they said, pressing it into his hands. “keep it. a reminder of how amazing you are, even when you don’t feel like it.”

izuku stared at the drawing, his expression softening into a shy, grateful smile. “thank you, y/n. this means a lot.”

with that, they gathered up their supplies, sharing quiet goodbyes as they headed back to their rooms. as y/n crawled into bed, they couldn’t help but smile, knowing they’d shared a moment that was just theirs, etched into the stillness of the night.

[sweetheartdecay]

messy cooking

late at night in the 1-A dorm kitchen, izuku’s attempt to bake cookies turns into a chaotic mess. y/n steps in to help, and amidst playful flour fights and laughter, they bond over the imperfect but heartfelt moment, realizing they make the perfect team.

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it’s past midnight, and the 1-A dorm’s shared kitchen smells like chaos.

y/n stands in the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows raised as they watch izuku fumble around the counters. he’s still in his hero training sweats, his hair even messier than usual, with a streak of flour across his cheek. pots, bowls, and random utensils are scattered everywhere, and a thin trail of sugar leads from the counter to the sink.

“izu..” y/n says, barely holding back a laugh, “what on earth are you doing?”

izuku spins around, wide-eyed and guilty. “i—i was trying to make cookies!” he stammers, clutching a whisk that looks like it’s seen better days. “i thought it would be a nice surprise for you, but, uh… things got a little out of hand.”

y/n steps closer, surveying the battlefield of ingredients. “a little?” they tease, picking up an empty carton of eggs and gesturing to the flour explosion on the counter. “this looks like a sugar monster sneezed in here.”

izuku scratches the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “i thought it’d be easy, but i didn’t realize how fast everything happens. and then i forgot to preheat the oven, and, uh… i might’ve added salt instead of sugar at one point.”

y/n snorts, shaking their head as they grab an apron hanging nearby. “alright, chef midoriya. step aside. let me save this disaster.”

izuku blinks, his cheeks flushing. “you… you’re going to help me?”

“of course,” y/n says, pulling their hair back. “but only because you look like you’re about to cry over burnt cookie dough.”

together, they work to salvage the mess. izuku is surprisingly good at taking directions, though his clumsiness doesn’t exactly help. at one point, he accidentally flings a glob of dough onto y/n's cheek, earning a playful glare and a smear of flour across his nose in retaliation.

despite the chaos, laughter fills the room, and by the time the cookies come out of the oven, they’re leaning against the counter together, shoulders brushing and smiles lingering.

“these turned out pretty good,” y/n says, holding up a slightly misshapen cookie.

izuku takes a bite, his eyes lighting up. “they’re perfect,” he says earnestly, looking at y/n with that soft, adoring gaze that makes their heart skip a beat.

y/n grins, bumping their shoulder against his. “they’re messy, but they’re ours. just like this kitchen.”

he laughs, glancing at the disaster zone they’ll have to clean up. “yeah… i guess we make a good team.”

y/n rolls their eyes but leans in closer. “we always do, izu.”

[sweetheartdecay]

sleepy ramblings

in the warmth of izuku's dorm late at night, he and reader share a tender moment as he sleepily rambles about quirky hero ideas.

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the late-night quiet in izuku's dorm feels warmer than usual. y/n is curled up beside him on his bed, leaning against his shoulder as they both bask in the rare, calm moment. being with him like this close, comfortable, and completely at ease makes her heart swell. It’s just them, no pressures or responsibilities, sharing a space that’s so uniquely him.

izuku's head rests against the headboard, eyes half-lidded with sleep, but his voice is still soft as he talks, his words fading in and out. “so… i was thinking…” he murmurs, stifling a yawn. “what if there was a hero who… who could control pillows? they’d… they’d help everyone sleep better. just… make pillows appear… wherever they’re needed.” he chuckles sleepily, clearly a little embarrassed by his own rambling, but she can feel him relax against her.

she smiles, squeezing his hand. “a pillow hero, huh? that’s the cutest thing i’ve ever heard,” she teases softly, resting her head against his shoulder. “i bet they’d be the best teammate ever for your ice cream hero. endless naps and sweet treats.”

his fingers lace through hers, and he lets out a gentle laugh, his cheeks a little pink. “y-yeah,” he mutters, his words slurring as he gets sleepier. “and i’d… i'd test all the flavors for them, just to make sure they’re… safe…”

she laughs, squeezing his hand a bit tighter. she’s watched him push himself so hard, and it’s moments like this where he’s just izuku, a little tired and a lot softer that she cherishes the most. as she looks around his room, filled with pieces of his personality, she realizes how much she loves him, quirks and all.

“you know…” izuku’s voice pulls her back, softer now as his head tips to rest against hers. “i think… maybe i'm dreaming… if you’re here… holding my hand…”

her heart flutters, and she leans up to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, watching the blush deepen across his face even though his eyes are barely open. “you’re not dreaming, izuku,” she whispers, giving his hand another squeeze. “i'm right here. always.”

with a sleepy, contented smile, he leans his head on her shoulder, finally letting himself drift off with her by his side. In the quiet of his dorm, under the warm glow of the lamp, they both fall asleep wrapped in each other’s warmth, as if they were made to fit together.

[sweetheartdecay]

``for you, i'll win everytime.``

you attend yoichi isagi's big match, cheering him on from the sidelines. your encouragement fuels his determination, and he scores the winning goal, dedicating it to you. after the game, isagi expresses how much your presence means to him, admitting that you inspire him to be better both on and off the field.

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the stadium buzzed with excitement. the crowd’s energy was electric, filling the air with anticipation as the teams took their places on the field. it was one of the biggest matches of yoichi isagi’s career, and you wouldn’t miss it for the world.

you stood in the stands, surrounded by fans, your heart pounding in your chest. the game hadn’t even started yet, but you were already feeling the pressure for him. isagi had trained so hard for this moment, and now he was on the verge of proving himself once again.

from your spot near the front, you could see him clearly. he was warming up with his teammates, stretching and talking strategy, his usual focused expression in place. even from a distance, you could see the determination in his eyes.

as you watched, he glanced toward the stands, scanning the crowd. when his gaze landed on you, you waved with a wide smile, hoping he could feel your support even from afar.

isagi’s lips curved into a small, almost shy smile, and he gave you a subtle nod before turning back to his team. you knew that look well—it was his way of saying he’d noticed you, that he was glad you were here.

the whistle blew, signaling the start of the match, and the crowd erupted into cheers. you leaned forward, eyes glued to the field as the game began. isagi was quick on his feet, weaving through defenders with ease, his movements precise and calculated. every time the ball neared him, your breath hitched, waiting to see what he would do next.

as the minutes ticked by, the intensity of the match grew. the opposing team was strong, their defense nearly impenetrable, and for a while, it felt like no one would be able to break through.

but then, isagi got the ball.

your heart leaped as he dashed toward the goal, his focus sharp and unyielding. you knew this was his moment, he was going to take the shot.

“come on, isagi!” you shouted, your voice barely audible over the roaring crowd. “you can do it!”

as if hearing your voice cut through the noise, isagi looked up for just a split second. it was brief, but in that moment, you saw it. the fire in his eyes, the determination that burned brighter than ever.

he sped past the last defender, positioning himself perfectly in front of the goal. time seemed to slow as he pulled his leg back, preparing for the kick. you held your breath, watching as the ball soared through the air, straight toward the goalpost.

it happened so fast. the goalkeeper lunged, but it was too late. the ball hit the back of the net, and the stadium exploded with cheers.

“he did it!” you screamed, jumping up and down in excitement. “he scored!”

the team rushed to celebrate with him, but isagi’s eyes were already searching the stands, looking for you. when he found you, he smiled. it was wide and genuine, the kind of smile that made your heart skip a beat.

instead of running to his teammates immediately, isagi jogged toward the sidelines, as close as he could get to where you were standing. you leaned over the barrier, your face flushed with excitement, and he gave you a thumbs-up, his grin never fading.

“that one was for you,” isagi mouthed, and though you couldn’t hear him over the noise, you understood every word.

your face warmed at his gesture, and you felt your chest swell with pride. you knew how much this game meant to him, how much he had poured into his training and preparation. to know that he’d scored with you in mind made the moment even more special.

you cupped your hands around your mouth and shouted, “keep it up! you’re amazing!”

isagi chuckled, giving you a quick wave before turning back to his team. but as he ran back onto the field, you could see the confidence radiating from him. he was playing with renewed energy, like your presence had given him the extra boost he needed.

the rest of the game was intense, with both teams fighting for every inch of the field. but Isagi was unstoppable. every time he got the ball, the crowd roared louder, and you cheered with everything you had, your voice hoarse from shouting his name.

when the final whistle blew, signaling their victory, the stadium erupted in celebration. the scoreboard flashed with the final score, 2-1, with Isagi scoring both goals. you couldn’t have been prouder.

as the team gathered to celebrate, isagi broke away from the group, running back toward the sidelines. his face was flushed with exertion, but the smile on his lips told you everything, he had done it. he had won, and you had been there to witness it.

he stopped just in front of you, leaning over the barrier as far as he could. “did you see that?” he asked, his breath still heavy from the match.

you laughed, your heart racing with excitement. “i saw everything! you were incredible, isagi!”

he beamed, and for a moment, the two of you just stood there, grinning at each other like idiots. then, in a move that caught you completely off guard, isagi reached out and gently took your hand.

“thanks for being here,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “it… it really helped.”

your heart fluttered at his touch, your breath catching as the warmth of his hand spread through you. you squeezed his hand, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “i wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

isagi’s gaze softened, his eyes lingering on yours in a way that made your pulse quicken. his thumb traced gentle circles on your skin, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away, the crowd, the noise, everything. it was just you and him, standing there in the aftermath of his victory.

“you know,” he began, his voice quieter now, “i’ve been thinking about this for a while…”

you tilted your head, curiosity and nervousness bubbling up inside you. “about what?”

isagi hesitated, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “about you. and how… how much you mean to me.”

your heart skipped a beat, and you felt heat rise to your face as his words sank in. “isagi…”

he smiled, a little shy, but the sincerity in his eyes was undeniable. “i play better when you’re here. it’s like… you’re my good luck charm or something.”

you laughed softly, trying to mask how flustered you were. “i’m just here to cheer you on.”

isagi shook his head, still holding your hand. “no, it’s more than that. you make me want to be better, not just on the field, but as a person.”

you blinked, feeling overwhelmed by the honesty in his voice. the way he was looking at you now, like you were the most important person in the world, made your heart swell.

before you could say anything, Isagi leaned in slightly, his eyes flicking to your lips for the briefest of moments. “i… i want to win more than just games with you by my side.”

your breath hitched, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “isagi…”

he smiled back, and with a gentle squeeze of your hand, he asked softly, “can i…?”

you nodded, heart pounding in your chest, and in the next moment, his lips brushed softly against yours, warm and tender. It was brief, but it was enough to send sparks through your body.

when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm on your skin. “for you, i’ll win every time.”

End

[sweetheartdecay]

notebook swap

izuku midoriya, known for his meticulous note-taking on heroes and their quirks, accidentally swaps notebooks with reader. this seemingly small mix-up leads to a series of misunderstandings and revelations, ultimately bringing them closer together.

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it was a typical day in middle school. the bell rang, signaling the end of another lesson on hero history. you hurriedly packed up your things, eager to get to lunch before the cafeteria line grew too long. as you grabbed your notebook, you noticed that izuku midoriya, the quiet boy known for his obsessive note-taking, was doing the same.

in your rush, you didn't realize that your identical-looking notebooks had gotten mixed up. you shoved "your" notebook into your bag and dashed out of the classroom.

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you sat at your usual spot in the cafeteria, excited to review your notes for the upcoming quiz. opening the notebook, you were confused to find detailed analyses of various heroes, complete with sketches and personal thoughts. "this isn't mine," you muttered to yourself.

curiosity got the better of you, and you began flipping through the pages. it was fascinating to see the world through izuku's eyes. his passion for heroes was palpable, and his notes were incredibly detailed. you found yourself admiring his dedication and the depth of his thoughts.

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izuku was in a state of panic. he had opened what he thought was his notebook, only to find your class notes and doodles. "oh no, this isn't mine," he whispered, anxiety creeping in. he recognized your handwriting and realized what must have happened.

he spent the rest of the day nervously glancing around, hoping to catch you between classes. when the final bell rang, he finally spotted you at your locker.

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you saw izuku approaching, holding your notebook with a look of relief on his face. "um, hi. i think we accidentally swapped notebooks earlier," he said, handing yours over.

you smiled, handing his back. "yeah, i figured that out when i saw your hero analysis. it's really impressive, by the way."

izuku blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "thanks. your notes are really well-organized, too."

you both stood there awkwardly for a moment before you decided to break the silence. "how about we grab a snack after school? i'd love to hear more about your hero theories."

izuku's eyes lit up. "really? that sounds great!"

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from that day on, you and izuku started spending more time together. you'd meet after school to discuss heroes, study for tests, and even just hang out. the more you learned about him, the more you admired his dedication and kindness.

izuku, on the other hand, was thrilled to have someone who genuinely wanted to listen to his thoughts and theories. he found himself looking forward to your time together, feeling more confident and understood.

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as weeks turned into months, you noticed your feelings for Izuku beginning to change. what started as a simple admiration for his passion grew into a deeper affection. you found yourself looking forward to his shy smiles, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about heroes, and the comforting warmth of his presence.

one afternoon, as you both sat under a tree in the park, you decided to take a chance. "izuku," you began, your heart pounding, "i know we've become really good friends, but i think… i might like you as more than a friend."

izuku's eyes widened in surprise. "you do?"

you nodded, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "yeah, i do. i understand if you don't feel the same way…"

he reached out, taking your hand in his. "actually, i think i like you too," he admitted, his voice soft. "i just never thought you'd feel the same way."

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with your feelings out in the open, izuku asked you out on a proper date. you both decided on a simple outing to the local café. nervous but excited, you spent the day talking and laughing, the awkwardness of your confession melting away.

as the sun set, you walked home together, hand in hand. when you reached your door, izuku hesitated for a moment before leaning in and giving you a gentle, sweet kiss. "i've never been happier," he whispered.

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as the school year went on, your relationship with izuku blossomed into something beautiful. the initial notebook swap had been a happy accident, leading to a deep connection and a blossoming romance.

you both realized that sometimes, the smallest mix-ups could lead to the most wonderful outcomes. in the midst of school projects, hero analyses, and shared dreams, you and izuku found a bond that would only grow stronger with time.

and so, in the midst of study sessions, hero discussions, and tender moments, you and izuku found love in each other, a love that promised to stand the test of time.

[sweetheartdecay]

study sessions

during a series of study sessions with bakugo, you discover his intelligence and dedication, forming a bond through mutual respect and friendship. as your sessions continue, you both start to enjoy each other's company, leading to a tender moment where bakugo admits he likes spending time with you.

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the library was quiet, the perfect setting for a productive study session. you and katsuki bakugo had been paired together for a challenging assignment, much to his initial dismay. despite his reluctance, you saw this as an opportunity to break through his tough exterior and maybe even learn something new about him.

"alright, let's get this over with," bakugo grumbled as he sat down, spreading his notes across the table. his red eyes met yours, and you could see a flicker of determination behind the usual scowl.

you smiled, unfazed by his grumpiness. "sure thing, bakugo. Let's start with the analysis of hero tactics from last week's lecture."

he nodded curtly, focusing on his notes. as the minutes passed, you found yourself impressed by his thorough understanding of the material. bakugo's intelligence often went unnoticed due to his explosive personality, but it was clear he was a top student for a reason.

"you're really good at this," you remarked, glancing up from your textbook.

he scoffed, though there was a hint of pride in his eyes. "of course i am. i don't do anything half-assed."

you chuckled, shaking your head. "i can see that. maybe you could help me with this section? i'm having a bit of trouble understanding the strategy behind the coordinated attacks."

bakugo shifted closer, his eyes scanning your notes. "you're overthinking it. look, it's about timing and precision. you have to anticipate your opponent's moves and counter them effectively."

as he explained, you couldn't help but admire his dedication. his passion for hero work was evident in every word, and you found yourself drawn to his intensity.

"thanks, bakugo. that makes a lot more sense now," you said, genuinely grateful.

he shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. "whatever. just don't make me repeat myself."

you laughed softly, appreciating his unique way of showing kindness. the session continued smoothly, and you found yourself enjoying the time spent with him. bakugo's focused demeanor and surprisingly patient explanations made the material easier to grasp.

as the evening wore on, the library grew quieter, and you both leaned back in your chairs, satisfied with the progress you had made.

"you're not bad at this either," bakugo admitted, breaking the silence. "i mean, for someone who's not me."

you raised an eyebrow, smirking. "was that a compliment, bakugo?"

he rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. "don't get used to it."

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. "thanks. i appreciate it."

a comfortable silence settled between you, the only sound being the faint rustle of paper and the distant hum of the library lights. you glanced at bakugo, noting how the soft lighting softened his usually sharp features. there was something undeniably attractive about seeing him so focused and in his element.

"hey, bakugo," you began, hesitating slightly. "maybe we could make these study sessions a regular thing? i think we make a pretty good team."

he looked at you, his expression thoughtful. "yeah, i guess we do. Just don't slow me down."

you laughed, feeling a connection forming between you. "deal."

from that day on, your study sessions with bakugo became a regular occurrence. you both pushed each other to excel, and gradually, the initial reluctance gave way to mutual respect and even friendship. through these quiet moments of collaboration, you discovered a side of bakugo that few got to see a side that made you appreciate him even more.

one evening, after another productive study session, you both lingered in the library longer than usual. the silence between you was comfortable, filled with a newfound warmth. bakugo looked at you, a rare softness in his eyes.

"you know," he said quietly, "i never thought i'd actually enjoy these sessions."

you smiled, feeling your heart skip a beat. "me neither. but i like spending time with you, bakugo. you're… different when it's just us."

he moved closer, his hand brushing against yours. "you're not so bad yourself."

the touch of his hand sent a shiver down your spine, and you looked into his eyes, seeing something new a vulnerability, a longing. slowly, he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin.

"maybe we can do more than just study," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours.

your heart raced, and you closed the distance, your lips meeting in a gentle, lingering kiss. it was a promise, a new beginning.

as you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, both of you smiling. "i think i'd like that," you murmured.

bakugo nodded, his eyes shining with an emotion he rarely showed. "me too."

and so, what started as reluctant study sessions blossomed into something deeper, something more. together, you navigated the challenges of hero training and the complexities of young love, knowing that with each other's support, you could face anything.

[sweetheartdecay]

field trip bonding

hey guyss! sorry i haven't been posting lately, i haven't had the motivation :((

during a school field trip to a hero agency, you and izuku midoriya get separated from the group. as you explore the agency together, you share your dreams and aspirations, forging a bond that brings you closer than ever.

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the excitement in the air was palpable as your class arrived at the hero agency. this wasn't just any agency; it was the renowned agency of pro hero endeavor. you could feel your heart race with anticipation, and you knew you weren't the only one. your classmate, izuku midoriya, was practically vibrating with enthusiasm beside you.

"midoriya, this must be like a dream come true for you," you said, smiling at the green-haired boy.

izuku blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "y-yeah, it really is. i can't believe we're actually here!"

as your teacher began to lead the class through the agency, you found yourself lagging behind, mesmerized by the various hero memorabilia displayed in glass cases. izuku noticed and slowed his pace to match yours.

"look at this!" you exclaimed, pointing to a framed photograph of endeavor in action. "isn't it amazing?"

izuku nodded vigorously. "absolutely! endeavor's techniques are incredible. he's known for his relentless pursuit of justice and his intense training regimen."

you admired izuku's passion for heroes, which mirrored your own. the two of you continued to explore, occasionally stopping to marvel at the displays. it wasn't long before you realized the rest of the class had moved on without you.

"uh, midoriya?" you said, glancing around. "i think we might have lost the group."

izuku's eyes widened. "oh no! we should try to catch up."

you both quickened your pace, but the hallways of the agency were like a maze. despite your best efforts, you couldn't find your classmates. Instead of panicking, you decided to make the most of the situation.

"hey, why don't we explore a bit more?" you suggested. "we might find something interesting."

izuku hesitated but then nodded. "sure, let's do it."

as you wandered through the agency, you found yourselves in a training room filled with various exercise equipment and holographic simulation machines. izuku's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"wow, this is where the heroes train!" he exclaimed. "imagine how many heroes have honed their skills right here."

you smiled at his enthusiasm. "it's inspiring, isn't it? seeing all this makes me want to work even harder to achieve my dream."

izuku turned to you, curiosity evident in his gaze. "what's your dream?"

you took a deep breath, feeling a bit vulnerable but deciding to share anyway. "i want to be a hero who can make a difference in people's lives. someone who can bring hope to those who need it most."

izuku's expression softened. "that's a wonderful dream. i know you'll achieve it."

"thanks, midoriya. what about you? what's your dream?"

izuku's face lit up. "i want to be a hero like all might. someone who saves people with a smile, no matter the odds."

you felt a surge of admiration for him. "i believe you can do it. you have the heart of a hero."

izuku blushed at your words. "t-thank you. that means a lot."

just then, you heard footsteps approaching. your teacher appeared, looking relieved.

"there you two are! i've been looking everywhere for you. come on, let's get back to the group."

as you rejoined your classmates, you couldn't help but feel that something special had happened during your time alone with izuku. you had seen a side of him that few others had, and it made you appreciate him even more.

back on the bus, you sat next to izuku, and the two of you continued to chat about heroes, training, and your shared dreams. by the time you arrived back at school, you felt a deep connection with him that you knew would only grow stronger with time.

as you stepped off the bus, izuku turned to you with a shy smile. "thanks for today, y/n. i had a great time."

you smiled back, feeling your heart flutter. "me too, midoriya. maybe we can do something like this again, just the two of us."

izuku's eyes widened slightly before a soft blush spread across his cheeks. "i'd really like that."

you took a deep breath and gathered your courage. "so, how about this weekend? we could go to the new hero exhibit at the museum."

izuku's smile grew brighter. "it's a date."

your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you nodded, feeling a warmth spread through you. "it's a date."

as you walked home together, you couldn't help but feel that this was the start of something truly special, a bond that would only grow stronger with time and shared dreams.