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shorkbrian · 4 years

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Bad Vibrations

Prelude - You know those stories that like you read and then the ending is like “but it was all a DrEaM”? yeah this is that but in reverse. Also keep in mind that Shindo is an individual who keeps up a very polished outer appearance, very different underneath the surface. Bakugou saw through it; Shindou’s a little faker for the public just saying

Pairing - Shindo Yo X Reader

Prompt - Shindo but noncon

Warnings - NSFW, stalker Shindo, non con, dub con, graphic, vibrations (ofc), crying, idk, y’all should know by now that there aint nothing good going on in these here parts.

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/4FeWr4OsidcJClBjUEBHWI?si=Ea026PEQSX2vsQFf8AKkZw

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You wake up to a hand over your mouth, a weight across your waist.

It’s still dark, your bedroom window open and leaking cool air into your room.

There’s a figure above you, straddling your waist, eyes glinting through the darkness. It’s a man, you determine, with his unruly hair, muscled build and the rough “shhhh” noise he makes, his hand tightening over your mouth as you fully awaken.

“Mmh!” You whine, panic flushing through your body. Who is this? Why is he here? Oh god, are you going to die?

“If I take my hand off, can you be good?”

His voice is soft, barely above a whisper. The man doesn’t seem to be a threat from his body language, the smooth rhythm of his voice, even though he’s apparently broken into your house, into your bedroom.

You nod your head. As soon as your mouth is free, you’re begging quietly.

“Please don’t hurt me, please.”

“Shhh, I wouldn’t dream of such a thing.” The man cooed, a hand cupping the side of your face. Odd. “I just want you to be good, okay? You can do that for me, right?”

What does he mean? You suppose your puzzled face clues him into your confusion, because the man chuckles lowly.

“Aw, don’t worry… I know you don’t have a clue who I am, but that’s okay - it’s not your fault. I’m Shindo, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you, everything’s fine.”

The man was so soothing, if he wasn’t pinning you to your bed with his bodyweight, maybe you wouldn’t be shivering with fear. You couldn’t think straight, mind still foggy with sleep, all you could do was blink up at the man-Shindo.

“I’m tired of watching, I just want a little taste, y’know? You looked so pretty earlier, like a little treat.”

Your eyes widened, and your body tensed. What was he—? Had he been watching you? What did he mean by /earlier/? Your mind flitted back to what you were doing before you drifted off to sleep, and you immediately flushed. An electric toothbrush had been pressed to your cunt, over your panties, the vibrations ever so slight as you writhed under your own hand. You had never messed with toys before, too intimidated by all the different choices, the names, the reviews. Plus, the actual act of buying them was mortifying, even if you could just order one from Amazon - what if it showed up in a package clearly outlining what it was? What if your neighbors saw?

“Don’t be shy, I know it felt good, I mean, it certainly looked good.” Your attention was pulled back to the present, to the man-Shindo sitting on top of you. He was grinning, a small hint of teeth showing. Your heart hammered in your chest - you we’re going to die. This man was going to rape you, then kill you.

“Please, there’s-there’s money in the drawer, you can have it a-“

Shindo surged forward, capturing your mouth in a kiss, cutting you off mid-sentence. You squeaked, rearing backwards, but he followed, pressing his lips so firmly to your own that you felt like he was trying to worm his way inside. You tried to turn your head, shocked, scared, but a hand grabbed your chin with an iron grip, freezing you in place. It hurt.

A moment passed, then two, and you were fully panicking now, chest heaving, hands flailing. Shindo separated himself from you with a quiet, wet smack, barely pulling away from your lips before leaning back down to kiss your nose. The hand holding your chin relaxed.

“Don’t fight, just be good. I’ll treat you nice, okay? Don’t make me upset baby.” His voice had a sharp edge to it, and you had the immediate sense of mind to commit to doing what he said - you figured if you didn’t, you might not live to file a police report. You nodded shakily, tears brimming in your eyes. This couldn’t be happening.

Shindo smiled at your nod, patting your cheek lovingly, before another kiss was planted to the tip of your nose. “Good. Now, we’re going to get to the fun stuff, what do you say?”

It was a rhetorical question, the man not even waiting for a response before he was tugging at your shirt, almost ripping it as he pulled it up and over your chest, whistling as your bare chest was revealed. “Damn baby, you’re delicious.”

You flushed, hands twitching uselessly at your sides. You shouldn’t, you couldn’t fight, he’d hurt you. You just needed to stay still and quiet, let him do what he wanted, let him take what he wanted. It was going to be fine. You could do it.

Abandoning your shirt after he bunched it underneath your arms, the man immediately palmed at your chest, hands warm, soft. The chill of the night air plus his interest in your nipples had the small buds peaking almost immediately, stiff and upright. Shindo gave a quiet, pleased huff, before thumbing over your nipples, closely watching your face for a reaction. You turned to the side, determined to not give him one. Maybe if you just stayed still, didn’t engage, he’d get bored and hurry up, fuck off into the night and back from where he came.

A wet, searing heat enclosed your right nipple, and you gasped, arcing at the foreign sensation. A glance downward showed Shindo with his mouth around your tit, brown eyes hooded, twinkling up at you. You turned your face to the side again, shooting a hand up to bite down onto your fist as the man started sucking. It felt good, a dull pressure pulling at your breast, making you want to arch your back and push further into the man’s mouth.

He stayed there for a moment, sucking quietly, before quickly switching to your other tit, immediately bringing his hand up to palm softly at the spit-slicked nipple he’d just abandoned. You whined into your fist, it felt good, why did it feel good? It shouldn’t, this was wrong.

Shindo switched again, one hand always kneaded the breast not held up to his mouth. He kept his tongue busy, playing with your nipple, laving hotly over your skin, sucking bruises into the sensitive flesh of your breast. You could’ve sworn that his tongue vibrated a couple times when it passed over your nipple, but maybe that was just the intense shaking from your body.

You were so stressed, so scared, your body was practically vibrating in fear - you were shivering so hard you felt like you were going to throw up.

The man quickly got bored, detaching from your breast to shuffle down further, stripping the sheet away from your body as he did so. The tears that you had successfully held back so far came rolling down your cheeks as he gripped the waistband of your pajama pants. When you couldn’t quiet a sob, the man’s brown eyes flickered up, away from where he was peeling the pants down, barely pulling it past your belly button.

“Hey, don’t cry, I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you, like, three times. I’ll be gentle, I know how to treat my girl right.” He soothed, but his words just made you cry harder.

He clicked his tongue, before crawling up to flop down next to you, laying on his side, facing you. You closed your eyes, the intensity of his gaze too much for you to handle, muffled cries wracking your body. You couldn’t do this, he was going to rape you, this can’t happen.

Thumbs wiped at your face, rubbing your tears away. “You know, it’s kinda hard for me to get it up when you’re laying here crying like that, so I’m going to need you to stop.”

You kept your eyes closed, wanting to convince yourself this was just some bad dream, you could wake up, this wasn’t happening. A sharp pinch to your cheek had you giving a small cry, eyes snapping open to see his face inches from your own.

“Don’t fucking ignore me, I’m being fucking nice. You want that to change?” He growled, making you flinch. The whiplash from the personality change had you confused, lips quivering as you burst out into a fresh wave of tears, quickly trying to wipe them away. This man was dangerous.

Seeing you try to rectify your crying, Shindo backed away, offering you a comforting smile. “See? It’s not so hard. God, you’re perfect for me, so obedient.” His voice was sickeningly sweet again, nothing like the vicious growl it had been not ten even ten seconds ago. It was terrifying, the man was unhinged.

There was a quick press of his lips against yours again, before he was resuming his position by your lower half, busying himself with pulling your pajama pants off.

The second they passed your hips, revealing your bare pussy to his gaze, Shindo groaned out a curse, body sagging. Your pajama pants were quickly ripped the rest of the way off, leaving you completely exposed.

You wanted to cover yourself from his searing gaze, but something told you the the man wouldn’t like that - he might hurt you for trying - so you twisted them into the sheets by your head, anchoring yourself in the physical sensation that it provided you.

Shindo looked up, sticking his fingers in his mouth as he did so. You watched him suck on them, swirling his tongue around the digits before taking them out, absolutely drenched with his spit.

“You’re gonna like this part.”

Before you could ask what he meant by that, before you could even /think/, those fingers were pressed against your pussy, smushed up against your clit. The sensation from that lone had you breathing in quickly, closing your eyes. When the vibrations started, you almost screamed.

Your eyes flew open, mouth open in a silent cry, hips bucking uncontrollably both towards and away from the vibrating fingers. It felt so good it hurt, the vibrations hitting deep, buzzing and rumbly, so fast and heavy that you couldn’t think, you couldn’t even breath.

Shindo laughed, eyes dark as he watched you writhe on his fingers, slowly starting to rub them over your clit, along your labia, moving up to press hard against your mons pubis, which mad the vibrations go so impossibly deep, you choked on a moan, eyes rolling back into your head. The feeling was incredible, it was too much and not enough all at the same time, like nothing you had ever felt before.

He played with you like that, you don’t even know for how long. It could’ve been a second, it could’ve been an hour. All you knew is that it felt good, that you wanted more, that you couldn’t stop your hips from trying to grind down against his head. And then he was pulling back the hood that protected your sensitive clit, using a finger to flick at the bud, and you were sobbing through an orgasm.

“Please! Oh god, stop, stop! It-it hurts, no more, please!” You cried, the pleasure quickly breaching into overstimulated pain as he ghosted over your clit. It hurt, sharp pain, the buzzing reaching into your thighs, and you didn’t know if it would ever stop.

Then, it did, and you almost cried in relief, collapsing against the bed in a gasp, sweaty and breathless.

You think some time passed, enough for SHindo to strip out of his clothes, because when you next opened your eyes (when had you closed them?) the man was naked, watching you.

He had his fist loosely wrapped around his cock, his long, veiny cock, already shining with precum. He was stroking slowly, seemingly content to watch the rise and fall of your chest as you tried to regain your breath, the glistening wet of your pussy clenching between your legs.

Your eyes met his, those brown, glinting daggers, slitted dangerously as they watched you. “Mm, feel good pretty? I knew it would. Just gotta let me take care of you… I can make you feel even better.”

“I don’t….” You whispered, your sentence trailing off. You didn’t want to do this, but could you even say no? Would he hurt you?

Shindo didn’t hear you, or if he did, he didn’t acknowledge you. He leaned forward, letting go of his cock to situate himself between your thighs. You cringed when his wet hand brushed against your leg, pulling it up and over his elbow, opening you up to him.

This was so gross, his cock was leaking all over the place, and he was going to put it inside you, you were going to vomit.

“Let me in, let me treat you nice.” He cooed, tapping the tip of his cock sweetly against your clit, almost mocking you. You jerked on each tap, body shaking hard again.

Then he shifted, dipping down so he could line his cock up, slip it inside quickly, before you could move or wiggle backwards.

You couldn’t think about anything other than the solid heat filling you, pushing into your stomach, stretching you past the point of comfort. You had to bear down, relaxing your pussy around him so it didn’t hurt as much. He was long, and thick, and it hurt - was it supposed to hurt?

Shindo cursed again, his hand quickly patting along the bed before he found your own, immediately clenching it tight within his grasp.

“Baby, you feel so nice, clenching like that around me. Been waiting so long for this, was gonna do something all dramatic and romantic like flowers and candles…. I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

He was completely inside, stilling as his hips came into contact with your skin, panting above you.

“Been watching you for a while, you’re real dumb, I followed you home in plain sight several times. I even broke in a few times, stole some stuff.”

Your eyes were wide, staring up at the man above you with your mouth open. This was too much to process all at once, the physical sensation, the information being dumped on you.

Shindo continued “It was nothing big, just some panties and other little things here and there. You didn’t mind though, you never even noticed it was missing.” You had noticed some stuff go ‘missing’ but you had just chalked it up to your own faults, loosing your favorite necklace, misplacing towels, forgetting where you put your underwear after you folded it.

“You’re a little dumb, but that’s okay baby, I don’t mind. It’s kinda cute, y’know? Although it would’ve been nice for you to at least recognize me - I’m not in the top ten, but I’m still a pretty good hero.”

Wait, hero? You looked up at the man, scanning his face. He didn’t look like any hero you had seen on the news. He caught your suspicious gaze, his brow furrowing, a deep frown appearing on his face.

“What, you really don’t get the fuck who I am?” He snapped, the hand holding your own flashing towards your throat, fighting around your skin, cutting off your air. “I’ll give you a little hint.”

The cock inside of you vibrated, just like his fingers had.

You choked behind the hand cutting off your airway, thrashing under the man over you. The cock kept vibrating, but the hand let off your throat, letting you gulp in deep breaths.

“This ring any bells?” His voice was light again. You wanted to cry, he was moody, volatile, scary. You couldn’t do this - you could feel his lightly vibrating cock leaking inside of you, whether you could actually feel it or not, just the mental image was making you sick.

“I-I don’t know who you are..” You tried, voice slightly scratchy. “I just wanna stop, please? I won’t tell anyone, please, if you’re a hero…. This isn’t right.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Fine. I gave a plenty of chances.” The mean cut in his voice was back, and that’s all you could notice before his hips were pulling back, cock sucking out of you, before it plunged back inside.

It was vibrating even more intensely, like it was shaking your inside, and you couldn’t think past the quickly building thrusts, the man sweating and groaning above you, hand gripping your leg tightly. You couldn’t breathe.

“No, I don’t want this, it-it feels weird! I can’t—!” You squealed, Shindo unrelenting as he rolled his hips into you, grinning.

“I dunno, feels good to me.”

You moaned on his next thrust, the vibrations bringing you to the edge, too fast, too intensely. You felt like you were speeding towards it, and then you were falling over it, shaking on his cock as you came, clenching your teeth.

“Fuck, fuck baby, feel so good!” He didn’t let up, didn’t give you a second, just kept thrusting, leaning down to push his tongue into your mouth, his spit going everywhere. It was too much, you couldn’t take it, you just came!

“Shin-do! No, too - mmhm - much! Plea-se, too-too m-ah! Ah, ah, ah!” You moaned, embarrassed at the sounds tumbling out of your mouth as you ripped your head away from his slime tongue, but yet you couldn’t stop yourself as you whined.

“Nn, you’ve got such a tight little cunt, perfect - ah! - for my cock.” His thrust sped up, the vibrations getting stronger inside of you, and you threw your head back, squealing, bucking your hips, thrashing - anything to get away.

But his grip was unrelenting, as was the quickening slap of his hips against yours, his thick balls swinging to clap against your ass lewdly. You couldn’t get away, he was going to cum inside, you couldn’t make it stop.

“Oh, baby - haah - keep moving like that, you’re milking my cock, feels so good.” He moaned, dipping down to pant against your neck. You cried out, trying to still, trying not to egg him on. You just wanted this to be over, you could hardly think with the pleasant, intense buzzing in your pussy, the solid, warm cock filling you up, pushing you past your limits.

And then you were gone, screaming into another orgasm, loosing yourself to the sensation.

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You wake up to your covers tucked around your chin, safely snuggled into your pillows.

It’s light, your bedroom window open and leaking the sun into your room.

You go to stretch, reaching your arms above your head, only to pause at the unrelenting ache in your back, the horrible tight soreness between your legs. It-it wasn’t a nightmare.

It was real.

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hehebread · 4 years

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"OH you're jealous" for Bkdk?? :))

i’m late !! ;w; but here ya go anon! feat. a jealous deku and a shindou.

It’s the hot breath on the side of his neck, the brush of skin on the shell of his ear, the heat he can feel infiltrating his personal space.

Katsuki catches his breath before a gasp escapes him. Too close. Shindou’s too close.

It’s a dumb after party in a hotel ballroom post-Heroism Recognition Night. Not Katsuki’s scene and he’s regretting being robbed into staying for it by his idiot lot of friends.

The whole affair is a bustle of lights and loud music and people spilling drinks on an already-sticky floor. Definitely not Katsuki’s scene.

But then this freak with the perfect cookie cutter smile, the brand you see on a sleazy politician, and hair that flakes out like someone Katsuki is intimately familiar with, approaches him. He sways to the music with the bravado of a guy who’s too full of himself and knows it.

Katsuki already hates him.

This stranger talks to Katsuki like he knows him or some shit, and it takes him a few minutes to realise that they actually met before.

None of this matters though because the moment the beat gets noisier and the crowd rowdier, this Shindou fucker grows the nerve to lean into Katsuki’s space and croon honey-laced words straight into his ear.

The stench of alcohol is heavy in the air he blows unto Katsuki’s face. And in the few seconds where their cheeks almost brush, a shiver rakes up Katsuki’s spine. Time slows down for a fraction of second before it speeds up again.

And when it does, all Katsuki can see is green.

“There you are, Kacchan! I was looking all over the place for you.”

Fucking Deku is all over him in a flash.

Chin nestled on Katsuki’s shoulder, arms around his middle, chest pushed up against his back, lips teasing the dip of his neck and that’s not the worst of it.

Deku is smothering Katsuki from behind, grip as stiff as iron, but he’s not even looking at him. In fact, the nerd’s glowing eyes are fixated on the bastard standing right before them. “Shindou Yo, what a pleasure to see you again.” Deku’s knifelike tone betrays his sweet words.The fucker sounds ready to bounce and kill. What is wrong with him? “I believe the last time we talked was in Osaka.”

“Yes, the bribery scandal…how could I forget…?” The vibrator in a suit shoots a smile, but unlike his previously practiced doll face, this one is wavering. Whatever’s Deku hinting at, it’s making this Shindou guy shake in his boot, yet it doesn't scare him enough to back down.

It’s ridiculous.

They’re glaring at each other with fangs blared and Katsuki feels like a pot being held between two hard rocks. Neither are refusing to budge, and he’s about to crack.

“Deku,” Katsuki hisses under his breath. With a sizzling spark from his palm, he grabs Deku’s wrist.

“Ah, Kacchan!” The shock of the motion alerts Deku to the fact that he’s heating the air around them with the electricity of OFA.

Deku’s bullshit display of aggression seems to do the trick though, because Shindou backs off with a nonchalant huff.

Katsuki doesn’t waste time in fisting Deku’s shirt and bringing the nerd to face him. He readies an explosion with his other hand.

“The hell was that about?” Katsuki spits, furious and confused, because they’ve been dancing around each other for ages now.

Katsuki had been silently begging Deku to put a label on this hot clusterfuck ever since they smacked tongues without a fucking beep from the nerd. And he chooses NOW to claim his prize, to mark his territory, to flaunt their relationship, as if Katsuki was his and his alone all this time—

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” Deku says, voice unwavering and eyes sharp. This is the face of a little shit who doesn’t regret what he did. The motherfucker. “He was eyeing you like you’re nothing but a piece of meat and it made me mad.”

Something about the way Deku doesn’t flinch in front of Katsuki’s nitroglycerin smoke, how unbothered he is about the stares they're getting, how unapologetic the fucker is about the unease he draped over the room with his quirk – it gets Katsuki going. A moment passes. The coin drops and Katsuki's anger seeps away. He flashes his teeth to mirror the confidence Deku is sprouting like weeds.

“Oh, you’re jealous!”

A statement that should leave Deku a red, stuttering mess, but the shitty nerd doesn’t break eye contact when he detaches Katsuki’s fist from his shirt.

“Kacchan is amazing,” he mutters. “Everybody wants a taste, but I—” Deku takes advantage of the enclosed busy space of the ballroom, and leans into Katsuki space. “I won’t let them have any.” Lips brush against the sensitive skin of Katsuki’s neck, and he feels arms hold him in a vice grip. “Because he’s mine.”

“Idiot,” Katsuki grits out, and pats away Deku’s wild hair from where it’s tickling his nose. “Stop glaring at him over my shoulders.”

And, like a switch had been turned off, Deku splutters and blushes and squeaks, burying his face in Katsuki’s shirt to whine, “But, I’m nooooooot!”

Fucking nerd

#dekubaku #dkbk #bakudeku #bkdk #bnha #bnha fanfiction #fluff #icewrites #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero imagines

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tomurasprincess · 4 years

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Yandere!Yō Shindo with a soft, naive GF that doesn’t even realize she’s being manipulated by him or just thinks he’s only looking out for her?

Pairing: Shindou x Reader Warnings: Manipulation, controlling boyfriend, yandere

“Where are you going, sweetheart?”

You glance over your shoulder to see your boyfriend, Yo Shindou, leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he waits for your answer.

“I thought I’d go out with a few friends and get dinner. We won’t be out too late!” You reassure him. You know how much he worries about you when you stay out too late.

“Those friends from the office? I hate to say it, but I really don’t think they’re very good friends to you.” His tone is full of concern, and it makes you so happy to know that he’s looking out for you.

“I know you’ve mentioned that before. But I don’t understand why.” You give him a confused look. “They’re really nice and always try to include me.”

“Try to include you? What about those times they stood you up and then swore they texted you to tell you they changed the time or place?”

“That was just - a mistake,” you say quietly. “Things happen.”

“There’s been a lot of mistakes, sweetheart. What about when they all forgot your birthday? You were so upset.” Shindou internally smirks as he sees your face fall at the memory. He had been the one to pick up the pieces, making up for it by throwing you a party on his own.

“I mean, I was upset. But they just forgot the date, that’s not a big deal.” Your voice doesn’t sound convincing, as if you’re about to cry and are trying to hold back. He walks towards you, pulling you tightly against him as he pats your head in an attempt to comfort you.

“I’ve never forgotten anything,” he murmurs. “I love you too much.”

You bury your head into his chest, tears finally running down your face. “I know. You’re only trying to protect me.”

“Of course I am. Why don’t you just stay home with me? Forgot those fake friends.”

You give a quick nod. “You’re right. I’ll stay home with you.”

Shindou pauses for a second, deciding to push just a bit harder. “In fact, I think you should quit your job entirely. I can provide for us both now, you know I can.”

“You’d be okay with that? I’d feel like I wouldn’t be contributing anything if I stopped working.”

“You can at least find something different.” He gives you a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Something with people who respect you.”

He grins a smile of victory when he feels you nod your head against him. If he has his way, and he knows he will, you’ll never work or see those friends again.

After all, he’s the one who’s been deleting their texts.

#mari thirsts #shindou x reader #tw: manipulation

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aceavatar · 3 years

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Coffee Shop

Shoto Todoroki x gn!Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff!

It was a Tuesday morning. I was going to be late to school. I shrugged it off and decided, “I might as well just miss my first class instead of arriving more than halfway through.”

I tugged at my white shirt. Each class wore different shirts. I hated that mine was white that year; it seemed like it could never stay clean.

A small coffee shop caught my eye on the walk there, so I decided, why not? I opened the door, making the bell jingle a little bit. I breathed in through my nose and closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the smell. That’s when it all went wrong.

A strong force collided with me, making me stumble backwards, my chest burning.

“Oh- oh no, I’m so sorry,” a voice said. I opened my eyes to see there was a boy about my age, covered in coffee (just like I was).

“Oh, it’s fine,” I said, looking down at my stained shirt.

“You were wearing a white shirt, that makes it worse, ugh.” He tossed the to go cup in the trash can and got some napkins for the both of us.

“Thanks. It’s okay, I always carry a backup. I just hope I don’t spill my coffee on me. Knowing myself, it’s likely.” I joked, lightening the mood.

He shook his head, attempting to pat me dry before doing it to himself.

“That’s good.” He muttered. “Again, I’m sorry, will you allow me to pay for your drink?”

I tilted my head. “You don’t have to, I’m going to get a coffee for my teacher as well, that’s too much-“

“Please, it’s nothing.” He said sincerely.

I looked into his multicolored eyes. He wanted to. “Well, okay. Thank you..?”

“Todoroki.” He said.

“Y/n.” I replied, smiling softly at him. We stood in line for a minute, and I ordered a mocha for me and a cappuccino for Ms. Joke, and he got himself a new black coffee. “Hey, thank you for the coffee.” I said with a smile.

“No problem, sorry about the shirt.” He nodded at me and we parted ways.

The next time, it was a Thursday morning. It was much earlier; I was on time for school. He was too. “Hey, Y/n, right?” A voice said quietly.

I turned my head to face a familiar boy. “Todoroki, hello, nice to see you again!” I said with a smile.

“You too.” The corners of his lips turned upwards ever so slightly. We stood in line together, chatting briefly while we waited for our coffee. “So where do you go to school?” He asked, tilting his head backwards a bit and looking down at me.

“Oh, I go to Ketsubutsu.” I said, kicking my shoe on the floor. “How about you?”

“Oh, I go to UA.” He said quietly.

“Really? Woah, that’s amazing.” I said, impressed.

He shrugged. “It’s okay.”

“I tried to get in; I just missed it. I was one or two past the cutoff.” I frowned, remembering how crushed I was when I discovered I was so close, but not close enough. I’m still grateful that I got into another good hero school, but it’s not UA.

“Wow, that sucks. Still, you must be pretty powerful, and Ketsubutsu’s still a really good school.”

I shrugged. “Don’t like thinking about it.”

“Understandable.” He nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. “So what’s your quirk?”

I smiled at him, silently thanking him for changing the conversation. “It’s nothing great,” I muttered. “It’s-“

“Coffee for Y/n!” The woman behind the counter shouted, making eye contact with me.

“A story for next time I guess.” I glanced at my watch before going up and taking my coffee, thanking the barista. “Bye.” I quickly told him, heading for the door.

“Bye.” He called back.

The third time, it was even earlier. It was a Friday morning and I decided to head out extra early so I could grab a table and study for a math test that I had later in the afternoon.

I was sitting, legs crossed, pencil in my hand as I stared down at polynomials.

“Hey.” The now recognizable voice said.

I looked up and smiled at him. “Todoroki! Hi!”

“Mind if I join you?” He nodded at the seat across from me.

“Not at all, please do.”

“Thanks.” He put his backpack in the chair and went to get a coffee.

When he came back, I nodded at the cup in his hand. “Black?”

“Yep.” He chuckled a bit at the fact that I remembered.

He pulled out a biology textbook and started writing in it as we both studied in a comfortable silence together.

After a bit, my phone started buzzing. “Ugh, what?” I muttered to myself, picking it up. It was Shindou, begging for me to get him some breakfast. I typed a quick no, setting it down. It started buzzing again, making me roll my eyes and put it on do not disturb.

“Someone bothering you?” Todoroki raised an eyebrow, nodding at my phone.

“Ah, kinda, but it’s okay. Just Shindou wanting me to buy him breakfast.” I shook my head, chuckling. “He always eats his own breakfast, he doesn’t need another.” He laughed out his nose, looking back down at his textbook.

After a while, it’s time for us to leave for school. “Ooh, it’s chilly.” I commented at the changing weather.

“Want my jacket?” Todoroki asked.

“It’s okay, I don’t wanna bother. Thanks though.”

“Y/n, you’ll freeze. A cold front is supposed to move in today.” He insisted, shrugging it off.

“You don’t ha-“ I’m cut off by his jacket being draped over my shoulders. “Won’t you be cold?” “Nah.” He says, pointing at his left side.

“Oh yeah.” I laugh a bit, smiling up at him. “Thank you. Again.”

“It’s no problem. I will need it back though, so, do you wanna meet for coffee here again tomorrow morning? Spring break starts tomorrow, so we wouldn’t have to worry about getting to school on time.” He asked nervously.

A grin crept up on my face. “Todorki, are you asking me on a coffee date?”

“I mean, if you want it to be a date…”

“Yes.” I said, smiling and putting my arms through the sleeves. I moved closer to him, putting a hand on his jaw to hold him in place. Standing on my tiptoes, I press a quick kiss to his cheek before turning and walking (more like skipping) to school. I turned around, waving and shouting a goodbye.

He stood there, a smile gracing his face, cheeks pink. He waved back before brushing his hair out of his eyes, biting back a smile.

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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years

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kinktober day 30

Feet w/ Shindo

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I really said who’s a character who can be mean to the reader? ah Shindo. Also I can’t beilve it’s almost over I’ve had so much fun writing all these fics I hope there was at least one thing in this series you liked~

warnings: Foot play, degradation, dom/sub dynamic, humiliation, masturbation, kicking, painplay, praise kink,

word count: 1,000 (about)

Summary: Shindo isn’t nice when he fucks you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop fucking moving?” Shindo growls his hands digging into your hips forcing you to be still in his lap when you clearly couldn’t manage to do as he asked on your own.

“s-sorry, Yo,” you try to apologize but it’s hard when His tongue is still thrashing in your mouth. Shindo liked it when you sat patiently and let him grope and explore your body, like a good doll. But his hands felt so good it was near impossible to sit still. All you wanted to do was hump him but your hips were locked in his grasp even your most enthusiastic movements got you nowhere.

“Naughty girl you can’t do anything you’re told,” He growled smacking your ass hard. you whimpered. he grabbed a fist full of your hair yanking your head back, he sneered looking at you appraisingly before pushing you back roughly so you fell off of his lap, and the bed for that matter, landing sprawled out on the floor. You look up at him and he’s glaring down at you.

“If you want a punishment that bad you could have just asked for it,” He growled

“I think you need to be reminded who's in charge here,” you knew what he wanted and you obeyed instantly without him having to demand anything. You scrambled off your ass onto your hands and knees and crawled over to where he was sitting. You kept your eyes on him as you leaned down and pressed your lips to the top of his foot.

you knelt cupping his foot with both hands massaging the meat of his sole with your thumbs while you peppered his toes and the balls of his feet with kisses. He loved the power you gave him, the power that came with willingly putting yourself benieth the lowest part of him.

you dragged your nails softly along the instep of his foot, just tickling him a little bit before returning to massages and kisses.

“I’m sorry for disobeying you master. I want to be a good girl and make you proud,” you moan against his flesh, your mouth trailing down to his heal. your thumbs spread over the tense muscles forcing him to relax. Shindo didn’t relent.

“Come on we both know you can do better than that,” he scoffed. again you followed the implied order. you kept eye contact and started kissing the pads of his toes again before sucking them into your mouth, gently wrapping your tongue around the soft pads of his toes.

“there’s my good girl,” he praised patting the top of your head as you kissed over the top of his foot and across his ankle. His fingers knotted in your hair and yanked you back so you landed on your ass with a soft thud.

“Spread your legs,” you do and he rests his heal on your clit

“God you’re so wet,” he muttered, sifting his foot against the sensitive bud of nerves.

“You really know how to make a mess out of my pussy,” he growled the word my emphasizing it. you gulped and dropped your eyes unable to meet his burning gaze.

“Look at me baby,” his voice carried a warning. slowly you raised your eyes again.

“awe is my little slut embarrassed? embarrassed she got wet from sucking on master’s feet?” he teased moving his heal in a circle grinding his foot on your clit.

You couldn’t help but moan and rut your hips against his foot, which made him laugh.

“No my dirty slut isn’t embarrassed at all. You’ll do just about anything to get off,” Shindou sneered, and suddenly he stopped moving his foot. “Don’t be shy now slutty girl go and get yourself off,”

you gulped and followed his orders rolling your hips against his foot your own slick lubricating his heal as you fucked yourself.

“slut, you really are about to cum aren’t you? Well get on with it make yourself cum babe,” he snarled kicking your cunt roughly making you fall back.

you didn’t even wait for the pain to subside before crawling back to his foot at humping it again, you were so close just a little more friction to your now throbbing clit and you would cum.

Shindo laughed cruelly at the display. “Tell me slut how many times would I have to kick your cunt for you to stop humping me like a bitch in heat huh?” he dug his heal into your clit as a threat but it pushed you over the edge into orgasm. you pressed his foot closer to your core as you rode out your high.

“Are you going to clean that up that little mess or an I going to have to force you?” He asked you were quick to go back to your knees bringing his foot to your mouth and lick clean the mess you’d made all while looking him in the eye you could see how hard his cock had gotten, and you could only hope he would let you suck on that next.

“You need more princess?” he asked seemingly reading your thoughts. you nodded returning his leg to the floor.

“y-yes please master,” He cupped your jaw and brought you to your feet and brought you back into his lap.

“stay still this time and you might get what you want,” he purred. you could feel his hard cock press against your thigh. you wanted to rut against his length and make him feel as good as he made you feel but you managed to keep yourself still.

“you like feeling Master’s hard cock don’t you?”

“yes, I do,” you said averting your gaze, his fingers dug into your hip manually dragging your cunt against his crotch, you followed his lead and didn’t try to speed up.

“You looked so sexy humping my foot,” he muttered pulling you closer by the back of your neck and connected your lips in a searing kiss. He stopped guiding your hips and you reluctantly stopped with him. you whimpered into the kiss your clit throbbing with need.

“way to go babygirl I really did think you would be stupid enough to fall for an easy trick like that,” he hummed thoughtfully breaking the kiss.

“but no my good girl is too smart for that,” he stood you stumbled off his lap almost knocking you off your feet,

“come on good girl, I’m not done with you yet,”

#yo shindo #yo shindo x reader #shindo x reader #bnha yo shindo #imagine yo shindo #shindo x reader smut #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon #kinktober #kinktober 2020

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worldoshaking · 4 years

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Highlights of the latest Horimiya episode

- Ishikawa continues to be best boy; he is really that person who notices and appreciates the people around him

- the student council are a really sweet friend group; I loved Sakura standing up for Remi and Sengoku, and Sengoku telling Ishikawa not to call Sakura ‘glasses’ (although I feel like Ishikawa didn’t really mean it as an insult? translating it as ‘the nerdy girl’ made it feel a bit more negative idk? but my understanding of nuance in Japanese is not to be relied on)

- yay, the friend group is forming!

- this cute interaction. I love all Ishikawa/Yuki head pats, mlm/wlw solidarity

- Hori ships Ishikawa/Miyamura too (but um... boundaries girl 👀)

- another translation issue: Miyamura refers to Shindou as his ‘classmate,’ not his ‘friend’ (poor Shindou lol); it’s something of an issue because we know Miyamura is hesitant to label people as friends; he takes the label very seriously and is hesitant to presume (and also he thinks Shindou is annoying, but XD)

- protective little brother Sota was cute

- ah, Hori’s parents. *sigh* look, I love them as characters and I know they’re doing their best in the face of capitalism, but... I do think they take the amount of emotional (and physical) labour Hori does for granted. It doesn’t seem OK that Hori has been neglected all her life and is now parenting her younger brother as well, she didn’t sign up for this and they did. The fact that her parents aren’t bad people doesn’t change the fact that they’re extremely bad parents.

- Miyamura’s ‘instead of “where are you going,” did you mean “don’t go”’ was the sweetest thing ever! And it’s so important that Hori is finally encouraged to ask for what she wants, when clearly she’s been holding back from complaining all her life.

- I’ve always been a bit torn about the way the actual romance is written. I love the way Hori and Miyamura are able to give each other the support they’ve never got from anyone else, and give each other confidence. But I also think this should be the beginning of their journey to accept themselves, ask for what they need and make friends, and not in itself the basis for a lifelong relationship (not that a relationship between them wouldn’t work, but I feel like neither of them is in that place yet? At this point they’re both too insecure, and still finding themselves.)

- all in all, it was a cute episode, but it didn’t really hit as hard as the last.

(manga spoilers and a bit of salt below)

A few random manga things this episode reminded me I’m salty about.

I think it’s very understandable that Hori’s abandonment issues lead to her being insecure and possessive through the rest of the story... but it bothers me a little bit that it’s always played for laughs, when it’s actually a genuine issue for both of them; Hori’s fear of rejection is very real to her, but it also leads her to be unreasonable and controlling to Miyamura, who is just starting to make friends. Idk, I just dislike the whole ‘jealousy as a sign of love’ trope, I think we should normalise people being happy that their s/o has other healthy relationships, while we recognise that someone with insecurities needs reassurance but not pandering. I know it’s humour, but it does play into a problematic pattern.

Of course, Hori feeling that she’s allowed to be selfish and complain sometimes is also a really important form of character growth, but, well, it could be treated with more nuance.

Also, I kinda hate that these incidents usually involve Hori fantasising morbidly about Miyamura’s relationships with other boys. The way it’s written, it feels like a really cheap form of queerbait. If we must have queerbait, give me Ishikawa being soft and flower petals again. (Actually, give me soft Ishikawa and flower petals regardless.)

#horimiya #horimiya meta #mine #ishikawa tooru #yoshida yuki #hori kyoko #miyamura izumi #long post #ramble #horimiya spoilers

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legend-of-zelda-voices · 3 years

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"Maji de Kansha! from Inazuma All-Stars" from Inazuma Eleven GO

Translated title: "Super Thankful!"

LoZ: Link (SS)

LU: Sky

LoZ: Link (ALBW, LA:Switch, TFH:Option), Ravio, Gulley, Irene

LU: Legend, Ravio

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This song is for multiple characters.

Two Link voice actors are in this song.

The first picture lights up when Shindou (ALBW Link voice) sings and the fourth picture lights up when Tsurugi (SS Link voice) sings.

Translated English Lyrics:

A giant wall is in front of us

blocking our path

Even then, we'll never turn our backs away

Go forward to reach the goal with our friends -Ryuugo

Nothing's impossible as long as I'm with everyone

My passionate samurai soul is like a flash of lightning

Now call out! To the high skies!

It's all right, we’re here by your side -Tsurugi

Life isn't over yet! -All

I clenched my teeth and hung on

I couldn't help but cry

but everyone patted my shoulders for me

I felt awkwardly embarrassed, so I couldn't say it

“Thank you” I'm super thankful for our bonds!! -Mamoru

Hey!

Shanlanlanla shanlanlalanla

Shanlanlanla shanlanlala (Riiyo)

Shanlanlanla shanlanlalanla

Gamusha lala

Shanlanlanla shanlanlalanla

Shanlanlanla shanlanlala

Shanlanlanla shanlanlalan

I'm super thankful!! -All

Our bonds

Will never be severed

Even if we’re betrayed, what will never betray us

is the trust born from our feelings -Shindou

Those feelings support me

I can get stronger for someone's sake

I'll return the love I receive one hundred times over!

From you to me, from me to them -Tsurugi

Don't run from the things you like! -All

The generosity sent out from this single planet

is like the baton in a relay race

It passed through my chest and lit a fire

I'll never forget that warmth, I'm super thankful for your love!! -Tenma

Hey!

Shanlanlanla shanlanlalanla

Shanlanlanla shanlanlala (Riiyo)

Shanlanlanla shanlanlalanla

Gamusha lala

Life isn't over yet! -All

I clenched my teeth and hung on

I couldn't help but cry

but everyone patted my shoulders for me

I felt awkwardly embarrassed, so I couldn't say it

“Thank you” for our bonds! -Mamoru

No matter how dire the situation is, you aren’t alone, I'm here

The smiles of our friends are everywhere

I got stronger! I couldn't have done it by myself

I'm super thankful that we came across each other!! -Tenma

Hey! -All

Let's fill the world we live in with love and peace

Let's all give a big thanks to our lifelong bonds -Ryuugo

Even the days when all we do is get muddy

I'm sure they'll turn out to be useful at some point!!

To the wonderful treasure of friendship that can never be bought with money -Shindou

I'm super thankful! -All

Let's fill the world we live in with love and peace

Let's all give a big thanks to our lifelong bonds -Mamoru

Even the days when all we do is get muddy

I'm sure they'll turn out to be useful at some point!!

To the wonderful treasure of friendship that can never be bought with money -Tenma

(From the Inazuma Eleven Wiki website)

#LU Sky #Link #Legend of Zelda Voice Actors #Legend of Zelda Voices #Linked Universe Voices #LU Legend #IYCHLS&S Singing #IYCHLS&S Takashi Ōhara #IYCHLS&S Takashi Ōhara Singing #IYCHLS&S Mitsuki Saiga #IYCHLS&S Mitsuki Saiga Singing

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chaotic-fic-recs · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Shindou You Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Jock Bakugou Katsuki, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Nerd Midoriya Izuku - Freeform, Oblivious Midoriya Izuku, Everyone Knows But Izuku, Katsuki loves Izuku but he just can’t seem to geddit, Ochako is so done with their shit, and Izuku is as always the sunshine element of the entire fic thank you Deku, Romantic Comedy, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, First Kiss, Teenage Dorks, Idiots in Love Summary:

“Bakugou-kun’s practically marked you. You're his property now! So cute!"

"Wha—Mark? As in... like... vampires and werewolves?!"

Well... maybe Izuku had been reading a tad too many fantasy stories. Sue him.

"No! You're wearing his letterman jacket! And what's printed behind? His name, right? And since when did Jocks let other people even come close to their precious letterman jackets?"

Silence.

"I give up, Izu. And you call yourself a romantic clichés expert?"

"Hey! That was low, ‘Chako!”

Ochako rolled her eyes and patted the pouting green-haired nerd’s head in a sympathetic and motherly manner.

"Someday, you will realize it, sweetie."

The story in which Yuuei’s star quarterback pines over the nerdy, self-proclaimed “romance expert” (even though his so-called “knowledge” came from reading a bunch of shoujo mangas) who is so oblivious it’s actually kind of sad now.

#bnha #bakudeku #teen and up #fic rec

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maskedmuses-archived · 5 years

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Snake of Golden Wings

This is a story of how a mother molded a man.

Please be advised of the following tags: tw death, tw mental abuse, tw abuse, tw child abuse. Readmore for content and length.

Within Rusephine’s domain, good fortune had always been categorized by the colors white and gold. When the queen had produced a pearly egg, the kingdom had rejoiced, thinking her to have consummated a relationship with a new found king after three hundred years of rule. Whispers of a visitor from the Reptile Kingdom joining Rusephine had come to fruition when Gyasa, prince of the Snakes, had been discovered leaving behind the woman and egg he had helped borne into this world to return to his jungle.

There was no celebration when there was no King to accompany their Matriarch. No merriment when the egg shifted towards a gold, then twisted to a green sheen across its shell. Only fear erupted, when the crown prince emerged from the cracks in his birth casing. Golden hair dribbling down his face, and green eyes pupiless stared up at his mother, who glowered at the hatching of her only child.

Ensuring he imprinted upon her, Rusephine made eye contact merely once in the birthing room to bestow the hatchling a name: Osiris, the ancient human god of death. Then, with a purposed step, turned away from her newborn son, never to meet his gaze again for the next few years.

As a young child, he only aimed to impress his mother, to get her to look upon him with a smile without any success. Whether he made small drawings, or behaved well, nothing but a scowl was given before his mother would retire into her locked room, incapable of penetration by any aside whom Rusephine allowed.

His tiny wings began to flourish, the golden color predicted by his egg’s hue giving them a glittering color as he tried to flap and use them, honing his skills for flight. His body grew lanky, his tail stretching to accommodate his form, but the reptilian aspects taking form. Points along his canines, the skin that sloshed off of him in baths, his pointed ears coated with soft scaling.

Of course, there were those eyes that even the servants within the palace would not look directly upon.

Once Osiris managed to hover for more than a few seconds, he requested an audience with his mother. A proud child of five, able to hover longer than any else who had wings double his age, displayed the ability before his mother in the royal throne room. As she stared upon her creation, Rusephine’s face was cemented into a frown before she extended her hand, her feathers shooting out and surrounding his wings.

“No monster like you should be flying without permission.” Her voice echoed in the hall, striking his chest hard. Pain began to surge through his wings, his mother’s feathers crackling with a hellish static. A cry resounded in his head, only to realize it was his own screech as the power from the General took to his wings. Suspending them in time, they no longer grew, stumped, and the pain was blinding as he fell to his knees.

Nothing hurt more than the pain of being considered a monster.

Months began to pass and with the inability to fly, Osiris had become trapped within the palace. Creeping about and exploring new ways to make his home more interesting, Osiris stumbled upon guests that had been invited to their home. They were humanoid, one of them very pregnant. They had come to check up on his mother. A meeting of the Generals, as it would be later told to him by his room’s guard.

Crawling out of the vent in his room and to peer upon the meeting, eight adults surrounded a table, the boy finding it fascinating. All different people with so many names, Osiris had only ever seen bird-like Enterrans before. One was a large Taurian of sorts, one aquatic, one that seemed like a lion, one armored and bug like, a blond like him, who had fearsome green eyes. Then, there were the two humanoids.

The brunette, who began to speak, sounded kind. “Rusephine, Osiris seems to be growing very well. You should send him to Shindou sometime.” A gentle pat to her swollen stomach. “Koyakumo will need someone to look after her.”

“He is not some caretaker for your spawn, human.” Rusephine spoke flatly, riling the male humanoid before letting out a sigh. “I will consider visiting your little village when he is older. He needs to be taught his duties first.”

A huff came from the blond man, who crossed his arms and frowned at the Bird Queen. “He ought to learn it from his father. After all, my cousin may have his own quirks, but you did allow him into your chambers without any consult.”

A fist slammed down on the table, eclipsing the small gasp from the rafters, feathers bristled, but the woman was smiling. “Ryuma, you know I dislike mention of him at these meetings. Shall we move on from talking of our progeny, when you have none after your failure to make the human your bride?”

The silence that fell upon them was ignored as Osiris began to shift quietly away. He had a father. A father! He wanted to know more and plotted to greet the guests as soon as they left.

Crawling back to his room and bursting out of the room he had been sequestered in, the boy rushed down the hall, encountering the group as they began to exit. The female human had spotted him, and tugged on the male’s arm at her side, beckoning him to look. The violet haired man turned, the small child coming only to his knee.

“May I…May I visit you?” He blurted out. “You and your egg?” He pointed towards the brunette’s stomach causing laughter to ring from the woman as she nodded.

Smiling down upon the boy, she leaned down, gently patting his head. “Come any time you like, Osiris.”

A gasp emitted from his tiny frame. “You…know my name?” The two nodded, before Ryuma began to encroach.

“I’m sure Rusephine calls him something quite different.” As the woman’s hand began to move away from his golden locks, the man’s fingers extended down, giving him a small tap along the head. “I’m sure the boy hasn’t heard his name in years.”

“Ryuma!”

“Don’t scold me, huma—Yakumo.” A glance towards the male beside the woman made Ryuma reconsider his words. “Just because Mushra has bested me before does not make me wrong.” A turn and wave to them before he walked beyond the large doors, leaving behind the couple that had stopped. Both of them offered a smile to him before waving and giving pursuit to the other general.

Osiris stood in awe for a moment. A smile, a kindness. His name. It was all so new, his clawed fingers coming to touch the top of his head where he had been patted and given affection. Yet, it still felt empty; he only yearned it from his mother.

Sneaking out into the world had become common place for him when his mother’s attention was distracted by the Generals—people she had come to learn and understand their roles in the world as he grew—and met with the people in the city. Most were afraid of his appearance, but appreciated the help he could muster to them, from carrying groceries, to helping people with household chores.

Finally, cultivating enough bravery from those he helped, Osiris mustered enough strength to approach his mother once more. To ask to fly to this place that had been established: A city called Shindou.

“Alone? Little monster, are you mad?” Rusephine scoffed before looking away. “Guards—“

“Mother, if I am to be a good heir, don’t I need to see the world?” That was what he had deemed his role as a prince was, to become the successor to her throne. To make her proud. With how suddenly the Queen was upon him, her fingers digging into his face to the point he feared he might bleed and the rage swirling in her eyes, Osiris realized in an instant he had been far too mistaken.

“You are not my heir. I will rule for all time, do you understand?” A hastened nod that made her grip tighten painfully was made from his frame. “Good. Now, we can put this to rest—“

“If I see this place, I can become of better use to you!” Osiris sputtered out, his mother releasing his face and staring upon her son as he began to explain. “I…I can fly there and we can use this.” Plucking one of his small feathers, he knelt down and offered the golden gift to her. “My power can communicate with you. I can tell you if they are plotting anything. So that way, no one can challenge your authority!”

Silence fell between them, only the sound of the guard’s armor shifting nervously as Rusephine inspected the feather. Finally, her hand came down, placing firm upon his crown. “What a good little thing you are, thinking of your mother.” Slipping her hand away, Osiris was able to peer up, seeing his mother, wings expanded, and a smile stretched across her features. Truly, she was angelic and the boy felt weak before her.

“Let’s restore those wings of yours, my little monster.”

Shindou was a wondrous place to Osiris. All sorts of people were bustling around and finding the two who led the city—Mushra and Yakumo—hadn’t been easy. Practically lost, it was a small voice that had found the boy. “Hello!” Sounding akin to a chirp, confusion filling the prince as he glanced about, only for the voice to beckon once more. “Down!” It offered out.

The boy dipped his head, finding a violet haired child bowing to him before lifting up and smiling broadly. “Birdy!” She giggled out, he furrowing his brows in confusion until the girl pointed at his wings. “Mama said to find birdy!”

Once he arrived at the home of the Generals, Osiris had learned that was not what Yakumo had told the child, Koyakumo. Instead, she had told her to find someone with wings, but the three year old barely knew what that meant, so her father had clarified it was like a bird.

Osiris already felt tired and he had just arrived. Feeling as if this might have been a mistake, he turned, but his shirt was tugged on by the child, beckoning him to look back at her. When he did, he expected her to cower, just as all other children did. But instead she stared in awe at him, her mouth forming a circle in surprise. “Birdy has pretty eyes!” She cheered out, boy’s cheeks turning a bright red with a sputter.

It was a first, and the woman, Yakumo, swooped in to garner her child. “Forgive her, she speaks her mind ever since she learned to talk. Reminds me of someone I know.” A playful gaze was thrown to Mushra who chuckled. “Make yourself at home, Osiris.”

Home. That was what Shindou became for the boy.

Especially when it was where his father could meet him without the hounding from his mother.

Osiris had not held up his end of the bargain, instead giving his mother some information, but not all of it. Some that had been withheld was that of meeting with Gyasa within Shindou’s walls. It had been his mother that banished the prince from seeing his egg, and truthfully, the man seemed grateful. As Osiris grew towards a man, the more and more he realized the Snake Enterran would never have offered more than simply conflict within his life.

But the rebellion felt nice. The doors began to open to Osiris and upon his sixteenth year, he was openly helping the city, quelling their fears of him and instead his connections began to rise, not only of the other nobles, but of the common people. However, no matter what, any say of his succession was squashed, his mother always on the tip of his silver tongue.

She only left his mouth when his chambers were filled, those wishing to taste royalty, and deprived as he was, Osiris welcomed them, even without any enjoyment of his own. They smiled at him and relished his presence.

Even if they avoided his eyes.

The playboy was settled in his life, at least, until a visit when he was seventeen, and Gyasa had brought with him an attendant that wanted to meet his lord’s son. Older than him, the man was a reptile Enterran, a long green tail and scaling around his eyes and shoulders. His golden eyes were enticing, and despite being within the center of Rusephine’s domain, Osiris welcomed his father and his guest, Dipil, into the palace for the former to have conference with his mother.

The latter? Within days has Osiris wooed and welcoming him into lover’s embraces, all other expelled from his chambers in favor of his lover.

For the first time in years, things had seemed to be going well for the man, he was in love. He finally felt like the walls of the palace were a safety, not a prison. He could relish his company and fall asleep in his arms. A blissful dream.

But nothing more than that.

On the eve that Gyasa was to depart, a small glimmer of steel reflected the moonlight that filtered into the prince’s chambers. Dipil awoke the naïve man with blade to his throat, threatening to end his existence. He was a danger to those in the reptile kingdom. A posed false king among those in the actual ranks who worshiped his father. “Who could ever really love a monster like you?” A hissed out insult that snapped the last thread of hope in his heart.

“I do.”

The woman’s voice radiated, the reptile hissing as he was lifted up from atop his former lover’s frame, instantly his limps being split by razor sharp feathers. Blood rained from above, splattering the prince with crimson, which cleared only when tears rushed down his cheeks, leaving pale streaks in their wake. His mother stood at the door, holding the feather he had given her years before. “I never trusted this man. Finish this, Osiris.”

A command from his Queen, his mother, Osiris could not refuse. His body moved on its own, green stare unable to break away from Dipil. A trembling hand reached for his longer feathers, intending to turn them to steel, as the barely living man whispered from above. “…I’m sorry. I love you.”

Before Osiris could strike, the man disintegrated into a card, which felt helplessly through the air and landed upon the floor. The prince crumpled to the ground, weakened, and Rusephine rushed in, wrapping her arms and wings around him, pulling his feeble frame close to her chest.

“It’s alright now.” Tears were renewed along his face, confusion lighting his features as his mother hugged him. “This is why you should listen. Why you should never leave. People will want to kill you, no matter how much good you do in this world. Do you understand why?”

Shaking his head, Osiris couldn’t comprehend. He had done everything, given everything, done everything to know what love was. Rusephine smiled, leaning close to his ear with a small whisper.

“Because you’re a monster that only I can love.” Her smile turned wicked as the light began to dim from Osiris’ eyes. “Do as I say, stay here with me, and we can rule this world, together. Have whatever toys you want, but in the end?” Pulling her face back and placing her hand on his bloodstained cheek, the boy unable to divert his gaze from the woman’s. “I shall give you whatever you wish, as long as you obey me. None else shall suffer this fate.” Her wing brushed against the fallen card, scratching into it. “As long as you be a good little monster and offer me all of your power whenever I call upon it.” Her smile turned tender, a gentle stroke of her thumb against his cheek. “Do you understand, Osiris?”

“Yes…Mother.”

#||Snake of Golden Wings|Osiris||#tw death #tw childhood trauma #tw child harm #tw child abuse #tw mental abuse #tw abuse #tw gaslighting #Looooots of triggers here unfortunately #Please read at your own risk #About Osiris

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ao3feed-bakudeku · 5 years

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by RicaIncheroo

“Bakugou-kun’s practically marked you. You're his property now! So cute!"

"Wha—Mark? As in... like... vampires and werewolves?!"

Well... maybe Izuku had been reading a tad too many fantasy stories. Sue him.

"No! You're wearing his letterman jacket! And what's printed behind? His name, right? And since when did Jocks let other people even come close to their precious letterman jackets?"

Silence.

"I give up, Izu. And you call yourself a romantic clichés expert?"

"Hey! That was low, ‘Chako!”

Ochako rolled her eyes and patted the pouting green-haired nerd’s head in a sympathetic and motherly manner.

"Someday, you will realize it, sweetie."

Words: 3300, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Shindou You

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Jock Bakugou Katsuki, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Nerd Midoriya Izuku - Freeform, Oblivious Midoriya Izuku, Everyone Knows But Izuku, Katsuki loves Izuku but he just can’t seem to geddit, Ochako is so done with their shit, and Izuku is as always the sunshine element of the entire fic thank you Deku, Romantic Comedy, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, First Kiss, Teenage Dorks, Idiots in Love

#ao3feed #fanfic #BnHA #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #Bakugo Katsuki #Midoriya Izuku #ao3

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emeraldwaves · 6 years

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Title: Dance With Me (It Won’t Kill Ya) Lesson Interlude 2 Pairing: Kacchako (side Todomomo, side Kirimina) Dance/College AU Rating: M Word Count: 5,404 Read on Ao3 Summary: When Bakugou damages university property, he’s forced to take dance lessons with the best dance student at the school, Uraraka. There’s no way he’ll actually enjoy learning to dance though… right?

Absolutely not…

Sorry for this cliffhanger. Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for betaing this!

"I know you're all very excited to be here!" Midnight-sensei giggled, stretching her hands out. Uraraka let her ballet shoes gently pat against the floor.

She actually was very excited to participate in the invitational. She had completely forgotten about it until Todoroki brought it up the other night at dinner. She did invite Bakugou one more time, but she wasn't surprised he said no again, especially since he couldn't dance himself. The last thing he wanted to do was sit around and watch.

She could understand it to a degree. He was extreme about it, but she could recall many times watching Todoroki and Momo dance together and feeling jealous she didn't have a partner herself. But now she did!

Well, sort of.

"We're very excited to be here!" Joke-sensei had another name, but Uraraka didn't know it. Everyone at Ketsubutsu referred to her as Joke-sensei due to her playful, teasing nature, and Uraraka never thought to ask her actual name.

"We've set up to practice with Ketsubutsu, so feel free to pair off or work solo!" Midnight-sensei smiled, nudging Joke-sensei. "Once the practice is over, we'll perform for each other and have a friendly little competition. Break out of your comfort zone!"

Uraraka already decided she would be joining the solo dancers. As much as she loved partnering, she didn't feel right doing partnering with someone who wasn't Bakugou, especially when they were so hard at work on their plans for the ballroom competition.

She pushed herself up and smiled at Todoroki and Momo. "You're going to have to kick their partner dancers asses for me!"

"Of course," Momo smiled. "We wouldn't have it any other way."

"Like we would lose," Todoroki mumbled and folded his arms over his chest. "You better do the same with the solo dancers. We need to show Ketsubutsu that U.A is the better university."

Uraraka narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure it wasn't you who was more competitive with Shigetsu last year?" she asked, playfully teasing her friend.

He scoffed, "Positive."

"Uraraka-san!" A soft voice cut through the crowd and she turned her head to see Shindou You making his way over to where they stood. He was a third year, a year older than her, and well known in the ballroom circuit for his heavy footwork, yet incredibly skilled and sharp movement. It was said the ground vibrated when he danced. He was one of Ketsubutsu’s most well known dancers.

"Ah! Shindou-san!" she said, bowing her head as he approached. He smiled, his dark eyes looking at her with genuine interest. He looked sweet enough, but everyone was well aware of the intensity at which he danced and how dark his features could turn on dime.

"I hear you don't have a partner for today's exercise."

"Nope," she shrugged, trying not to seem too torn up about it. "I'm going to stick to my solo choreography!"

"Why don't you partner with me then?" he asked, offering his hand to her.

Immediately she frowned. Nakagame was his usual partner, but having graduated the year before him, he too would've been without a partner when it came to school sanctioned events. In the professional world, Uraraka was certain the two still danced together.

Still, Shindou You wanted to partner with her?!

"With you?" she said, gaping at him awkwardly. She glanced towards Momo who smiled wide and nodded.

"Isn't that what the invitational is all about?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, keeping his hand extended towards her.

"R-Right!" Uraraka squeaked. If it had only been a month or two earlier, Uraraka would've grabbed his hand so fast, neither of them would've known what hit them. However, now... she had Bakugou and while he was an amateur... she felt... a connection with him, and she could imagine how angry he would be if she went off and danced with someone else.

But for the invitational... it was different. It was a one time thing and Bakugou wasn't even here.

She smiled and reached forward, taking his hand. "I would love to dance with you, Shindou-san."

"Awesome!" he cheered. "Let's go practice some new choreography to beat these two," he said gesturing to Todoroki and Momo. She did know he was also very competitive and honestly, Uraraka knew she wouldn't mind having a friendly competition with her friends.

"I'd like to see you try," Momo hummed softly, wrapping her arm around Todoroki's waist. "Let's get going Shouto," she said, dragging him away.

"This'll be fun!" she giggled and squeezed Shindou's hand, pulling him towards one of the smaller practice rooms.

The invitational practice was meant to challenge the skills of the students, giving them about two hours to both choreograph and work on a dance of their choice, then they would come together to compete and one school would be considered the overall winner, based on the points given out between the various dancers. Last year, U.A beat Shigetsu, and Uraraka could tell Ketsubutsu was determined to beat them this year.

"I'm surprised you asked me," Uraraka admitted, stepping into the smaller practice space with the dark haired boy. She chuckled softly. "I thought it would turn into a competition like it did last year. Shigetsu was very competitive with us," she explained.

"I wouldn't want to give up the chance to compete with one of the best choreographers U.A has seen in a long while," he smiled. The compliment, paired with his expression threw her off guard.

"O-Oh!" she stammered. "Thanks. I have been working really hard on choreography lately."

"Perfect," he said, starting to stretch out. He leaned forward, his arm muscles flexing as he did, his black pants tight around his legs. He flipped himself back up, pulling his arm across his chest. A dark look crossed over his eyes as he smirked. "I'm looking forward to this. Plus, I know you're on U.A's side technically, but we're going to kick Todoroki's ass."

She pursed her lips, and snorted, unable to control her laughter. "S-Sorry!" she said, waving her hand up and down. "You looked so intense and it's not that I don't think we can win or anything I-I just..." she snorted. "I didn't expect you to be so serious about it!"

Shindou raised his eyebrow. "Why not? It's practically a mini-competition," he smirked. "It's been awhile since I've been able to compete with Todoroki."

She shook her head slightly. Everyone always wanted to face off with Todoroki since he came from a family of dancers. That, and he himself was incredibly talented. Everyone in the dance world was well aware of the grace and professionalism of Todoroki and Momo. Their partnership was well known and they were already doing well on the semi-professional circuit.

"Well, we're going to have to come up with something flashy to beat him and Momo. They're a well-oiled machine for sure."

"True," he said and stepped towards her. "But I took their choreographer."

It wasn't a lie. She was a much better choreographer than both Todoroki and Momo. They weren't bad at it, but usually Uraraka did most of their planning, which admittedly, she did thoroughly enjoy. They were so easy to work with. It was so enjoyable to mold their bodies and follow the music with a perfect flow.

"You did," she giggled.

"I leave it to you," he smirked, and Uraraka nodded.

"Alright... what would you say is your best type of dance?"

"Mmm... how about a foxtrot?" he said. "It's smoother, I think it'll suit us both nicely."

"Sure!" she said, clapping her hands together. "It's been awhile since I've worked with a foxtrot. We've been really focusing on waltzes and tangos for the upcoming ballroom competition," she nodded.

"Ah... yes!" he said. "I hear you've entered with an amateur?"

Boy did word travel fast. She felt her cheeks flush. "Well, yes but he's really great! He's shockingly talented for someone who just started! We probably won't win, but it's a good starting point."

Shindou narrowed his eyes for a moment, staring at her, and Uraraka couldn't figure out why he looked so intense. Was he confused by her choice? "I see. I'm glad you've found a partner. Though I have to wonder where he is today?"

"Mhm. For now at least," she muttered, hoping that losing the competition wouldn't completely break Bakugou's dancing spirit. "Ah uhm, he's actually nursing an injury right now. He twisted his ankle a bit during a rugby match."

"Rugby!?" Shindou blinked. "He does both then?"

"Yeah," Uraraka said, realizing the two sports were very different. "He's... athletic..." she said, choosing her words carefully. "Ah, anyway, we should get started." She wanted to change the subject; not keen on discussing Bakugou with Shindou, especially when he could end up being their competition.

"Yes! Let's!" The gentle smile returned to his face and Uraraka couldn't help but blush. Shindou was incredibly handsome, and so far he had been very kind. A large difference compared to Bakugou. Yes, Bakugou was handsome, but he was always scowling and he rarely complimented her so directly like Shindou had.

He stepped towards her and slid his arm around her back, pulling her body closer. His arm was raised, his back leaning ever so slightly away from her as he took her hand in his own. She blushed and swallowed; it was so odd, not having to worry about fixing his posture. Shindou was just as well-practiced as she was.

"Right," she said. "I have an idea. If we lead with you bringing me towards the front of the room into a gentle spin and dip-" she began to explain and Shindou immediately listened to her, leading in the direction she mentioned. Immediately he spun her away from him and dipped her down, his dark eyes staring into hers as her hand slipped around his neck to hold herself in place.

"Wow," she said softly. "That was so fast."

He chuckled. "I think you're far too used to dancing with this amateur. You don't have to go through things slowly with me, I'll pick it up."

He really wasn't kidding. He moved with her so fast, swinging her body around his. He was incredible at leading, and even with his heavy footwork, Uraraka felt grounded. It wasn't like Bakugou, who stomped against the ground because he didn't know how to use his feet, Shindou took each step with a purpose and the floor vibrated against his feet. He owned it, and swung her around with such grace, she felt her cheeks flush.

It had been so long she since danced with someone who really appreciated the art and knew exactly how to handle himself on the dance floor. Admittedly, he might have been a better lead than Todoroki even. When she told him to do things he did it with zero hesitation, and made adjustments quickly.

When the exercise began, she did internally worry about actually getting things done in a timely manner, but now two hours almost seemed to be too much time.

She breathed heavily as they slid into the final pose. She moved her arm as if it gently cut through water, posing against him.

"Wow," she said. "I know we need to finalize things but... I really think that was great."

"Yup! I knew it would be." Shindou smiled, though something about his face unsettled her, like he was thinking about something deeper.

"Anyway... again?"

She hated to admit Shindou had been right about her dancing with an amateur, but it was true. She wasn't used to such fluid easy movements. It didn't change how she felt about Bakugou. She still loved dancing with him, and their chemistry was far better. Shindou was nice and handsome, but something about him made her feel a little wary, like he was a ticking time bomb about to explode.

"I really think we have a chance against Todoroki and Momo," she said. "Of course I have no idea what they came up with, but... I guess we're about to find out!" Uraraka glanced at the clock, surprised how quickly time flew by.

"I'm looking forward to taking them down," he smirked. He held her hand and led her back towards the main dance hall, and she was surprised when he didn't let go even when they stepped out of the room.

It felt... odd, her hand in his. Even dancing with him felt off. By all accounts, it should've felt better, since he was well trained, but something about the look in his eyes made Uraraka feel uneasy.

They took their place on the side of the room with the other couples, Momo waving when she came back. Uraraka could see the surprised look on her face when they came in holding hands and she was not looking forward to explaining to her best friend that no, she swore she didn't have feelings for Shindou.

"Thank you," Shindou said, breaking her of her thoughts and she turned to face him, his handsome features pulled into a smile. "I really appreciate you partnering with me."

Her heart leaped up into her throat. Bakugou never thanked her... never seemed grateful for the time they shared together. Or... well... he did but in his own weird Bakugou way. She shook her head. It really wasn't fair to compare the two. And if she was being honest with herself, even standing next to Shindou right now she kinda missed Bakugou. He would've been yelling at Todoroki about how they could beat him and he would've probably caused something of a scene.

She oddly found herself endeared to Bakugou’s tenacity.

The solo dancers went first, performing their short pieces. Some of the dancers from Ketsubutsu were so incredibly talented, Uraraka couldn't take her eyes off of them. She truly loved watching dance. She loved trying to see how she could imagine their bodies moving with choreography she came up with.

"Since we're the ones hosting, all U.A pairs will go first! Followed by our joint pair and then Ketsubutsu pairs," Midnight-sensei explained, nodding towards Uraraka. It was rare people from the other schools mixed in such a way, but the two teachers seemed thrilled at the prospect of it.

Uraraka watched Todoroki and Momo take the floor. Todoroki slipped his arm around Momo's back, and their gazes met. Uraraka was jealous of how much passion the room could feel between them. It didn't matter the dance or the style, they always held each other's gaze so intently and their eyes were full of romance.

Their music began and they started a Viennese waltz, elegant and simple, perfect for the way their bodies moved. Momo's small skirt brushed around her tights, her body angling like a delicate swan. Their feet moved slowly, Todoroki twirling her out, only to pull her back towards his body, holding her close.

"Mmm, they do look beautiful," Shindou muttered next to her and Uraraka nodded.

"They're really in love. I think... it adds a lot to their dancing."

"You don't need to be in love to be a good partner dancer," Shindou said.

"No, no," Uraraka shook her head quickly. "Of course not, but... I think it's a nice little... bonus," she said, her cheeks flushed.

Todoroki dipped Momo down, a gentle smile present on her lips. She radiated beautiful energy, her long dark hair swaying across her neck. It was impossible not to watch her, and Todoroki knew exactly how to highlight her movements. Uraraka could always tell her best friend was the happiest when she danced with Todoroki.

They moved to their final pose, Momo's arm reaching out to the side and Todoroki's leg stretched behind him, their foreheads pressed together as the rest of the class began to clap. It was a stunning performance, especially for something they put together in two hours. Uraraka couldn't help but cheer for her friends.

The two bowed and returned to the side, allowing the next couple to go.

"Amazing as always, Momo-chan!" Uraraka said, hugging her.

"You think? It wasn't anything special. Two hours isn't nearly enough time to do anything groundbreaking!" she said, waving her hand up and down.

"No, but you both looked stunning!"

"Thank you," Todoroki muttered.

"I'm looking forward to you and Shindou-san's dance!" Momo smiled.

Uraraka was actually feeling nervous. It had been awhile since she worked on a partner dance with someone of Shindou's caliber, let alone perform for others and she wasn't quite sure how it would go.

After watching the other U.A performers, Midnight-sensei called Uraraka and Shindou to the middle of the floor. "We're thrilled to see the two of you partner up! It's so rare we get cross school pairings!" she cheered, clapping her hands for the two of them.

Uraraka bowed to Shindou and took a deep breath before stepping towards him. Her arm raised up and she wrapped her fingers around his, curving her spine. He smiled at her, his face as handsome as ever, and she was certain dancing this close to him was something she would never be able to be used to.

"Exciting," he whispered and she couldn't help but giggle as their music began. She swung her leg out, twisting her hips as they began their fast-paced movement across the floor. Shindou's hand held her back, guiding her across the floor. His steps were heavy and she planted her feet with him, her hips swaying back and forth playfully. He twirled her out and pulled her back, dipping her down.

His dark eyes stayed fixated on hers, full of focus. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him. Her brown eyes followed his, an immediate amount of trust between them as she moved. She knew he wouldn't lead her wrong, and there was no reason to feel like she needed to be in control. She let herself be led, Shindou dipping her into their various poses.

When the song ended, she stared into his eyes, her arms wrapped around his neck. She swallowed, the clapping behind her feeling like a blur. What had just happened? Was their dance really over?

"Simply amazing!" Midnight-sensei cheered and the entire class called out both of their names. Uraraka bowed, her hands shaking, even the one that Shindou held felt clammy as they walked to the side.

"You were excellent!" Shindou smiled, and brought her hand to his lips. "Thank you for dancing with me."

Uraraka's face turned bright red. "A-AH!" she gasped. "Y-You're welcome! I-It was fun!" she stammered, trying to catch her ground.

Her legs wobbled as she made her way over the side of the room, the rush of the performance causing her heart to beat, the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

"That was amazing, Ochako-chan!" Momo said, and hugged her friend so tight.

"Indeed," Todoroki said. "It was nice to see you dancing to your fullest potential."

"Though, you do always look very happy dancing with Bakugou-kun!" Momo added quickly, most likely noticing the way Ochako’s face dropped.

"Y-Yeah!" she said, smiling, but her heart sank.

She bit her lip at the comment. Of course when she danced with Bakugou she held herself back to a degree. She needed to. She wanted him to understand what they were doing so he could get better... and dancing with Shindou... in a way... was freeing. She allowed herself to be led, to be out of control and let him guide her. Their poses were sharp and fun... not that she didn't have fun with Bakugou. Her poses with him were far more sensual...

She thought about the connection Todoroki and Momo shared while dancing and how she sometimes felt she actually had that with Bakugou. Well, maybe not the same extreme... but she felt something when she danced with him, even if Shindou was technically better.

Logically she should want to dance with someone like Shindou, and yet she couldn't stop imagining dancing with Bakugou.

She felt her head throb with a headache and she took a deep breath leaning against the wall.

"Are you okay, Ochako-chan?" Momo asked softly, gently touching her shoulder.

"Yeah," she said. "I just got a little excited I think!" she laughed.

The other pairs made their way through their songs and both the teachers stood at the front of the room. "Our expert team of judges," Midnight-sensei began, gesturing to the small group of random teachers sitting next to her, "have come up with your scores and I am happy to announce for the second year in a row, U.A is the winner 560 points to 520! It was very close, especially since Uraraka-san and Shindou-san danced together!" she called out.

All the U.A students cheered while the Ketsubutsu students clapped reluctantly.

"Thank you for joining us for our lovely invitational this year! The bus will be departing in about an hour. Please make sure you cool down after such a heated battle!" Joke-sensei laughed, forever cheerful even after her school lost.

The classes began to disperse, people heading towards various practice spaces to cool down, a few students laughing and mingling about.

"That was fun!" Momo smiled, slowly lowering herself to the floor to stretch out her legs.

"Indeed," Todoroki nodded. "Happy to take another victory."

"You're so competitive, Shouto!" Momo teased. "You act like you're not but I know you are."

"Seriously, you wanted to win the most out of all of us!" Uraraka laughed.

Her eyes caught Shindou's, as he approached their group. "Congratulations on your win," Shindou said, bowing to Uraraka.

"Ah! Thank you for dancing with me!" she said, bowing back as quickly as possible. "I appreciate it!"

"Mhm. Too bad we couldn't beat your friends," he smirked. "If we kept practicing I bet we could be quite the team."

"You're probably right! Too bad we don't go to the same schools!" she said.

"It is..." he muttered. "Can I ask you about your dance for the upcoming competition?"

Uraraka immediately narrowed her eyes. "Why?" she asked, skeptical. "We were partners now, but if you're in the competition, maybe you're trying to get sneaky information!" she teased, gently nudging his arm.

"No, no, I won't be competing in that one. We're working towards the summer tournaments after I've graduated," he smiled. "Don't worry, I wouldn't be that competitive. I'm not Todoroki-san."

Todoroki turned to look at the two of them, his blank stare full of frustration.

"R-Right," Uraraka said, trying not to laugh at her friend. "Bakugou-kun and I are doing the tango. It's what he's best at."

"I see," Shindou nodded. "Could you show me your choreography? I'm curious how you've modified to fit him if he is indeed a rookie."

"Oh, not much actually!" she said. She was actually quite proud of the choreography for their tango. "Bakugou-kun is very good at the tango, it suits him." She felt the blush rise onto her cheeks, remembering how attractive Bakugou looked staring into his eyes.

"Well then. I should have no problem learning it," he said, moving to the middle of the floor.

Uraraka swallowed. It was a sensual dance and Shindou was an attractive guy, not that it really mattered much. She could show him and not think about that! She glanced to look at Todoroki and Momo who both nodded to her, wanting her to step forward.

"I definitely think you could handle it, yes," she said, and slowly moved to stand in front of him.

She wrapped her hand around his, staring into his dark eyes again. Why did all the men she danced with have to be attractive?!

"It's a tango," she began, "so we start out with a lunge into a small dip," she explained.

"Of course!" Shindou smiled.

Uraraka began to explain the full set and Shindou led her across the floor, pulling her into the various poses she described. However his dips were more precise, and his lifts were stronger. As they slid into the final pose, she kept her leg hooked around his waist. His hand slid up her thigh and she stared into his eyes, breathing deeply. "I would say... I think you have it," she said softly.

And as Shindou opened his mouth to speak, the door slammed open.

"Are you sure you don't wanna go dude? I could walk you down there and-"

"No! Shut it!" Bakugou hissed, clacking away on his laptop. He had a paper to write and the last thing he wanted to do was think about Uraraka and her stupid invitational dance practice or whatever they called it.

"But isn't it a mini-competition? You could watch her-"

"What? Dance with someone else? No fucking way!?" he growled and shook his head.

"I thought she was going to do a solo dance?" Kirishima continued speaking and Bakugou continued to want to punch his lights out.

"Yeah who the fuck knows," he grumbled. "They can dance with whoever they want during that thing."

"Oh," Kirishima muttered. "Well, if you change your mind, let me know."

He grunted, knowing he wouldn't change his mind about this.

What would he even do? Watch as some other asshole touched his not-girlfriend because he had no claim over her? Not that he really had claim over her even if she was his girlfriend. And who knew what kind of dance they were doing. He hated it. He wished he just hadn't known about the damn practice. Last time he ever went to dinner with shitty Half and Half.

He pursed his lips and tried to focus on the screen in front of him. He needed to finish this damn essay, not be thinking about stupid dance.

And yet, he couldn't help but wonder about what she was doing. The music began to play in his head and he thought about all the ways he ever touched her. The way her ass moved closer to his, their bodies almost touching. Was she dancing with someone else? Were they touching her; sliding their hands up her thigh the way he had down so many times? Or maybe they were staring into her deep brown eyes, loving the way her hips moved around or the way she moved so light on her feet.

Fuck.

What the fuck was he doing?!

He couldn't dance, sure, but he should be there! What if some asshole from Ketsuwhatsuever tried to make a move on her?!

With a growl he slammed his laptop shut and Kirishima jumped behind him. "Woah man... you okay?"

"I'm fuckin' leaving!" he snapped, hobbling out of bed to grab his crutches.

"What?! Where are you going?" Kirishima said, immediately jumping up from his desk to throw his shoes on.

"It doesn't matter, I don't need help!" he snapped. "I just need to fucking get there."

It was already late. She hadn't texted him any of her stupid cute messages or dropped any emojis to let him know it went well. Even though he rarely answered...

God. He really was an idiot.

Uraraka was his girl. His. Except... she wasn't. She wasn't at all. Why the hell had he made this stupid fucking promise to not actually ask her out until after their stupid dance competition? If some other guy came along and was amazing and swept her off her feet... she had every right to go off with him.

Not that anyone was better than him, goddamnit, and he would prove that to her if he fucking had to. In front of anyone who fucking asked.

He leaned down to pick up his jacket and crutches, shoving them under his arms, yanking the door open as he left Kirishima behind. He didn't need help. He was going to prove he could easily do this on his own.

He puffed out his cheeks and went as fast as his damn crutches could take him. He wished he didn't have this goddamn injury. Maybe then he would've actually been able to dance with her tonight. He could've been her shitty partner and they would've lost to Half and Half and his stupid girlfriend and it would've sucked but at least it would've been him and not... some other dude.

Or maybe she was just doing a solo dance. Who the fuck knew!? And who knew why he was getting so goddamn worked up about it.

He pushed his crutches into the ground, clouds of his breath blowing into his face with each huff as he slowly made his way down to the dance building. Hell, by the time he got there the whole thing would've ended.

And it basically had. When Bakugou finally arrived to the dance building he saw groups of students hanging out, loitering around. The competition had to be over with how casual everyone was being. There was no tension or sense of urgency and Bakugou hobbled over to the door. But where the hell was Uraraka?! Had she already left?!

He peered into various doors, noting some of the dancers were stretching, but he didn't see Uraraka anywhere. Until he peered into the main dance studio door.

She twirled around, her body pressed close to another boy. He had dark hair, stood tall next her... was extremely handsome... and was dancing their choreography?! Her face was so close to his... her round cheeks slightly red.

What. The. Hell.

He stumbled backwards, hopping on his foot as he slammed the door open.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" he snapped, breathing heavily as he did. Immediately Half and Half and his girlfriend jumped up, shocked at the loud outburst.

"K-Katsuki!? What are you doing here?!" Uraraka gasped.

He dropped the crutches to the side and stormed over, pain shooting up his foot having not used it for days now. He gripped at the black haired guy's shirt and growled in his face. "Who the fuck are you!? Get the hell away from her!" he snapped.

"Katsuki please!" Uraraka called out and ran to get his crutches holding them out to him. "You shouldn't be standing-"

The black haired guy sneered at him. "You must be the amateur-"

"AMATEUR!? What the fuck are you trying to say?"

"If you have an injury, you really shouldn't be using your foot," the black haired guy smiled, his eyes dark shutting as he wrapped his hand around Bakugou's wrist.

He clenched at his shirt harder. "I'll beat your ass to a pulp pretty boy. She's my partner. And this tango is our fucking dance! What the hell are you doing it for?"

"I was showing her how it would feel to dance her amazing choreography with an actual dancer. Someone who is polite and treats her kindly. Instead of some rough rugby player who doesn't know his right foot from his left," he smirked.

"S-Shindou-san! Katsuki is actually a very good dancer."

Shindou grinned. "Really? Is he? Because I have years on him."

"So what? I'm her goddamn partner!" he growled.

"But you don't have to be. You're injured," he hissed. "And the competition is coming up. Perhaps Uraraka-san deserves a partner more fit for her."

"Shindou-san, please... Katsuki and I have already entered the competition-"

"You can change his name," he stated bluntly. "Let me be your partner for the competition so you will actually have a chance at winning."

"The FUCK-"

Shindou gripped Bakugou's wrist and began to push him back. "It's not your decision to make," he said, and smiled towards Uraraka. "It's hers. We danced all afternoon together and made a wonderful team. Just ask Todoroki and Yaoyorozu!" he said, "I would be a much better fit as Uraraka's partner."

"I'm her fucking partner!"

Shindou smiled, his dark eyes glaring at Bakugou. "You're a really rude person, aren't you? I say we let Uraraka decide. She has danced with both of us. She knows what each of us are capable of. It's her choice."

Bakugou swallowed and looked towards Uraraka, despising the look of actual confusion on her soft, adorable face.

"So," Shindou said, holding out his hand to her. Uraraka’s brown eyes darted to Momo first and then looked at both of the boys in front of her.

"Do you want me to be your partner instead?"

#kacchako #uraraka ochako #bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #dance au #college au #todomomo #shindou you #dance with me

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KyouTen Fanfic: Raimon Jr High

Summary: Matsukaze Tenma enrols into Raimon Jr High! Join her on her adventures while she tackles club activities, meet new friends, and fall in love? Plus, the bully, Tsurugi Kyousuke, from her elementary school enrols into Raimon with her! Wait. He's nice now! IEGO Rewritten as a Shoujo High School Romance series. Fem!Tenma, KyouTen and other pairings.

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13237659/1/Raimon-Jr-High

So like I went to watch Inazuma Eleven go galaxy just to catch Kusaka x Morimura moments (they are the cutest canon couple, fight me), and I just checked the last episode. Ten Made Todoke (GO OP1) played at the end, which like had me full on nostalgia and they even included episodes from GO and Chrono Stone and brought back Tenma's dribbles (which he is great at, practiced a lot back in the 1st episode I remember) and like OF COURSE I'LL GET FULL ON NOSTALGIA, U CANT DO THIS TO ME. Hence, I started to rewatch GO to relief this feeling, which made me really missed my childhood (more like teenage-hood whatever you call it) and how much my life has changed compared to like 8 years ago (gosh it's been so long). So I kinda want to relief this story-writing part back in my life. Without further ado, click on read more to start reading! :)

Disclaimer: I seriously, 100%, totally don't even own the charas, their backgrounds, their clothes, their whatever. My name is not Hino and I'm not even Japanese. There's a Shugo Chara part which I had taken for this story (if anyone does recognize it -cries-). Lots of genderbend characters. You've been warned.

Matsukaze Tenma, a girl with brown wavy hair styled in swirls like the wind, length that reaches down to her back, tan skin and sky blue eyes. Today was the first day in her new school as a first year. Wearing her uniform for the appropriate year, she left her house owned by her relative, Aki, and dashed down towards the gate of the school. She stood there eyeing the lightning sign at the top of the school building and smiled to herself with much determination.

Finally, her hard work paid off. She was able to get into the school of her choice, Raimon Junior High. She could not help but smiled wider. It was just then when she heard someone calling her.

"Tenma!" She turned her head to her side and saw her childhood best friend sprinting towards her, her left arm high in the air waving at her.

"Aoi!" Aoi, a short blue haired girl wearing the exact same uniform as Tenma. The bluenette stopped in front of her friend and gave a light pat on her shoulder,

"You made it to this school too, ne?" It was both their aim to study in Raimon.

"Nhn!" The brown haired girl nodded. The two girls walked into the school, heading to the signboard where they will know which class they would be in, before making their way to the hall where all students will be briefed about the start of their year in Raimon.

Tenma took a sit on her chair in the hall. She sighed, Aoi was not only not in the same class as her, the class bully back in her elementary school, Tsurugi Kyousuke, was in the same class as her! He was known for bullying students in the same class as him. Back in her elementary school, she was not in the same class that was why she was not targeted, but he still shook fear in the hearts of every student in the school. How did he get into Raimon, Tenma didn't know, but now that he was enrolled here and allocated to her class, Tenma could only fear of what was to come. Tenma shook her head. It'll work out somehow! Dont think about him anymore. Hm!

"Ah...! Tenma-san! I can't believe you are here!" An extremely short girl that could pass for a Pikachu, jumped on to a chair beside Tenma. She had bronze coloured hair with a blue headband to pull her short pig tails upwards, and leaving bangs on her forehead.

"Ano...do I know you?" Tenma asked curiously.

"I'm from the same class as you back in elementary school! Nishizono Shinsuke! I look up to you so much, Tenma-san!" Shinsuke said with a high pitch voice from how happy she was in meeting Tenma.

"Hehe...Nice to meet you, Shinsuke. You may drop the -san actually. I'm not used to people calling me with -san." Tenma whispered to keep the conversation to just the both of them. Her cheeks blushing from both the praise and the people looking at them after the sudden shouts from Shinsuke.

"Waaa...I get to call Tenma-san without a -san! I'm so lucky!" She dazed off to dreamland which Tenma giggled at the girl's cuteness. She was really looking forward to classes with her. Especially since her allocated seat was beside Tenma, and students in the same class sit in the same row.

"Students, listen up." A voice sounded from the speakers, drawing everyone's attention. An adult stood on the stage with a podium in front of him, he spoke through the microphone. "I'm your principal, Hirai. Thank you all for coming. Today's your first day of the year, I know all will be nervous, don't worry. The teachers and student councilors will help you if needed. I wish you all the best. I'll now let our student council president address you." Squeals were heard at the front of the hall. A boy, with a dark brown wavy hair reaching to his shoulders walked up on stage where Principal Hirai was. The squeals became louder and names could now be heard in between,

"Shindou-san~!" "Takuto-sama~!" "Shin-sama~!"

Weird names for a student council president, he seems to be ignoring those squeals. Tenma thought silently.

"Wa...! H-he's so handsome...!" Tenma could hear Shinsuke mumbling to herself. Well, Tenma had to say, he was attractive, and a student council president to boot. Almost like a representation of an Anime prince. Tenma could not help but be mesmerized by him too.

"I'm Shindou Takuto. Your student council president-"

"I-I'm Nishizono Shinsuke! You're very handsome, Shindou-senpai! Please let me be your girlfriend!" The shorty jumped up from her chair and stood tip-toeing on it to stand out from the crowd and to get Shindou's attention. Everyone in the audience stared at Shinsuke, wide eyed by her sudden exclamation. Even Tenma was speechless. Shindou, however, closed his eyes and said firmly,

"Sorry, but I'm not interested in dating right now."

"Oh...it's ok! Maybe next time!" Shinsuke answered back with a cheerful voice, as if the embarrassing situation didn't happened at all. She jumped back to a sitting position and sat there quietly, listening to Shindou continue.

"Shinsuke, why did you do that? You embarrassed yourself!" Tenma whispered to Shinsuke, drowning out Shindou's speech and focusing on her new friend.

"I learned it from you, Tenma! We should be straight forward with our feelings! You said that to a girl from your class who was having love troubles!"

"Shinsuke..." Tenma wondered if Shinsuke actually got the meaning of her words. She giggled, her new found friend was cute and funny.

"Students, look for your names and sit at your assigned seats." Their homeroom teacher, Otonashi Haruna, pointed at the screen where it showed the students sitting arrangement. Tenma, Shinsuke, and their classmates, entered the classroom in an orderly manner, took a glance at the screen and headed to their respective seats. Tenma looked for her name, she was assigned to the fourth table from the first row near the window which has a view of the soccer field outside. She was walking down the first row from the front of the classroom when she noticed a familiar navy blue hair, tied in a weird looking high pony tail, boy sitting in the seat beside her assigned seat. Tenma turned to double check the screen and saw 'Tsurugi Kyousuke' written in a box beside her name.

No, no...Anything but that! It was already a bad thing when Shinsuke's seat was at the front of the room, in the middle at that! She was too far! She turned her head back, seeing Tsurugi staring outside the window. Unlike the normal Raimon male uniform, he was wearing purple coloured pants and cape. A red shirt with slevees rolled up to his elbow and wristbands of the colour, red and white respectively. He gave off an intimidating aura like a gangster. Tenma gulped. It'll work out somehow! Tenma said to herself before walking forward and sat on her seat. She felt Tsurugi's eyes on her for a long time before the boy finally spoke,

"You're Matsukaze aren't you?" Tenma felt her heart thumping in nervousness as she turned her head and answered,

"Yes." Her voice seemed to sound alright. Tsurugi leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms, his eyes looked to the front of the class,

"Tsurugi Kyousuke." He introduced himself, even though Tenma already knew his name, "You're my partner for the rest of the year. Let's work hard together."

"R-right..." Tenma was stunned, where did his bullying personality go? He should have whispered into her ear to meet him after school to bash her up or steal her money, but none of that happened. He just introduced himself that was all. Was this a trick to get Tenma to let her guard down? That's not right. Tsurugi is usually straight forward in his bullying. What happened to him? She turned back to the board, drowning out Haruna's explanations about their exams. Somehow, Tenma was not afraid of Tsurugi.

"Shinsuke, I want you to meet my other friend, Aoi." Tenma said to Shinsuke as they walked down the hallway to another classroom which was Aoi's classroom. It was their break time and Tenma wanted her new found friend to meet her childhood friend.

"Wa...! I get to meet Tenma's friend! Is she the blue haired girl?" Tenma nodded, since Shinsuke already knows about Aoi, there was no need for much introductions.

"Are you Nishizono Shinsuke?" Someone else spoke. The two looked to their front to find the student council president, Shindou standing in front of them. The two widened their eyes in shock. The student council president, the handsome and popular student council president was standing in front them!

"S-Shindou-senpai!" They both exclaimed. Wow he's so prince like in person! Tenma and Shinsuke mentally commented in unison. Shindou gave a warm smile which increased his princely handsomeness. Tenma and Shinsuke could not help but blush.

"I'm here about back there in the hall." Tenma and Shinsuke snapped out of the trance Shindou unknowingly put them in.

"Oh it's ok, Shindou-senpai! I'm sorry for my sudden outburst because of how handsome you look!" Shinsuke replied by trying to reassure to Shindou, even though her weird reasoning, that he need not be guilty for the rejection. Shindou chuckled which made both the girls to blush even redder.

"No, It's really my fault. I don't want other girls to try and win my heart so I had to say that. Sorry if I was too offensive."

"Ah! I-it's ok! T-totally fine with it! Heh heh..." Shinsuke scratched the back of her head. It really was a pleasure to have the student council president apologize to her.

"I'm glad. Though I still feel guilty for my actions, you may call me whenever you want if you need help. Here's my number." The brown haired boy held out two slips of papers to the two girls who took them with sparkles in their eyes.

"Ne, Shindou-senpai. You must be very popular based on the squeals this morning." Tenma asked. Shindou looked bashful as he replied,

"I'm not trying to be boastful but yes, I was voted the most popular recently. Although I don't like having that title. My best friend is more like you two actually, a normal student. I feel bad that she has to go through all this popularity with me. She says she's never bothered by it."

"I see...I thought you would have a friend who is equally in popularity as you." Shindou shook his head,

"Nope." Shindou checked his watch, "Sorry, I have a meeting with the other councillors."

"Nhn! Thanks for the number! Bye Shindou-senpai!" The two first years waved at Shindou's retreating figure who also waved back.

"Bye." He turned around and walked off, leaving Tenma and Shinsuke to watch him leave with a dazed off look on their eyes. He even looked beautiful from behind...This story has been sitting in my drafts since 2013. Cuz it's a chapter fic plus my high school entrance exams, I could not put in too much effort into it. Majority of the fic was in drafts but the idea and uncompleted plans were roughly there. It really was the most planned fic I had and I was very proud it. The first few (including this) were already written. Just never evaluated. And how grateful I am for not uploading that time. My writings were so cringey. So now this fic finally got to see the light of day with hopefully less cringey sentences. Hopefully everyone (new or old IE fans) will love it.

A little note written by my past self. :P I know I could at least complete my other chapter stories, but I really like the idea of this and decided to type it out! It came in a dream. It's instead of their life involving around soccer, I'm writing about their lives in school. Everyone are in different clubs. It's sort of yaoi, the ukes are genderbend. Don't ask why they are girls. The dream made them girls so I followed my dream. If not, I'm going to get very messed up with the story. The girls look like the picture in zerochan which showed all the guys genderbend. The ukes look like that, well some of them look like the picture. Depends. (What was I even writing about -_-'')

Thanks everyone for reading this! I hope you all like it. Sorry if it's a little bit weird, please bear with me for this. I'm not used to writing school life stories. Please review~! (Again I have no shame -_-"")

#KyouTen #matsukaze tenma #tsurugi kyousuke #fem!tenma #takuran #MasaHika #MinaKura #genderbend #too many pairings to tag #inazuma eleven go #inazuma eleven fanfic #after a long absences #I have come back with a multi-chapter fic #hopefully ill be able to complete this #should I upload this on ao3 #Not Gazelle-sama #yuutai #Inazuma Eleven

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chocomonki · 6 years

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Being Neighborly, chapter 6

Or the one where Kirishima notices something.

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“So, he took care of you while you were sick but you’re still saying the two of you aren’t friends?”

Bakugou scowled. “Why are you saying it like that?”

Kirishima shrugged, “Looks like you guys are friends to me,” he thought for a bit, “He seems nicer now, too.”

“He’s not, he just likes annoying me.”

“He did, back in high school but,” Kirishima patted his hand. “People change, you know?”

“Whatever. I’m making dinner, go buy some drinks for us.” He stood up, making his way into the kitchen while Kirishima eagerly got up to put his shoes on and rush to the convenience store.

“I’ll be back!” Kirishima called out as he left.

Kirishima grinned to himself as he walked out of the apartment complex. Bakugou always seemed prickly but he was a big softy deep, deep, deep down and Kirishima liked it when people finally started to notice that. Though, Bakugou was big on first impressions and he’d hated Shindou on sight back in high school. Bakugou couldn’t stand fake people and Shindou’s fake smile kept Bakugou on edge, especially when Shindou saw and enjoyed how riled up Bakugou got around him.

There had been several times when he or even Midoriya or Todoroki had to interfere before a fight started with Bakugou and Shindou after school.

But that final year of high school was peaceful since Shindou had graduated a year before them. Kirishima thought Bakugou would chill out but of course other people decided to step up into the space Shindou left so their final year went along almost like all the others.

But Bakugou mellowed out some and it seemed Shindou did too. Kirishima felt a little guilty he hadn’t been around to help Bakugou while he was sick but he’d been surprised to hear Bakugou grudgingly admit that Shindou had stepped in. Kirishima was still surprised Bakugou had let him.

Kirishima never approved of the way Shindou always tried to get Bakugou’s attention by pissing him off constantly in high school but it seemed like that’s all he wanted, Bakugou’s attention.

And then he’d gotten it and didn’t know what to do with it.

Read the rest here !

#bnha #shinbaku #bakugou katsuki #shindou you #bakugou x shindou #shindou x bakugou #shindobaku #my fic #what is their ship name lmao

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fandom-monium · 7 years

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In Your Eyes - Episode 2

Soulmates - Heterochromatic Eyes AU: In which the soulmate system isn’t everything it seems and Shouto could be the only one who sees it.

Previously in Episode 1

Something about you pulls at Shouto’s heartstrings almost painfully and his eyes widen, pupils dilating.

Walking up to Inasa, your voice is calm as you begin to scold him. “Inasa, you should be more careful. I get you’re hot-blooded and all, but you need to chill. You get hurt over the littlest things.” You sigh, pulling out bandages and antiseptic from your bag. You begin to tend to his wounds before reaching the stadium.

“Sorry, (Last Name)-chan. I’ll try to be more careful,” Inasa promises. He pats your head, grinning wider.

You swat his hand away and frown. “Don’t try. You will be more careful and stop being so extra all the time. Seriously, I can’t keep patching you up for dumb things like bowing.”

Your eyes don’t meet. Hell, you didn’t even look at him, but the way his heart pounds like a drum says it all. Heat creeps up his neck slowly. His heartstrings feel like they’re being pulled and he almost groans as his chest aches, but it’s unlike any time he’s been injured. It’s more urgent.

Shouto decides he doesn’t like you.

During the exam introduction, Shouto keeps an eye out for a familiar head of (hair color) hair but finds nothing. He's not interested in you or anything. More like curious about your quirk is all. How can it effect him at long range? Is it some type of heartbeat amplifier like Jirou's? That would explain why he heard his heart pound in his ears at your presence. It must be powerful if it can affect him with such distance. At that, Shouto deems you a dangerous opponent, prompting him to avoid any Shiketsu students.

He dismisses the disappointment when he doesn't see you during the first trial.

But it isn't till over half way through the second trial he sees you again.

Shouto grimaces. Gang Orca is right in front of him. Yet he can't land a decent attack because Inasa keeps distracting him with words. Stupid, unnecessary words. Every time he attacks, Inasa does too and they cancel each other out, missing their targets. It only fuels his irritation and serves to further distract him. Shouto grits his teeth, trying to concentrate on Gang Orca.

Inasa spouts some bullshit about his relations with Endeavor or something. Shouto doesn't care. All he wants right now is to pass this trial, but he can't with Inasa yapping in his ear. Shouto and Inasa exchange a few unkind words before they attack at the same time again.

As expected, the heat makes the wind rise, but this time the wind carries the fire towards Shindou. Still paralyzed, he struggles to avoid from the nearing flames.

Midoriya and you choose to jump in at that moment.

Midoriya grabs Shindou by his vest and vaults away from the flames ."What the hell-"

"-are you doing!?" You finish for him, landing in front of Shouto and Inasa. In a single motion, you raise your arms in a defensive block. Walls instantly rise from the earth. One by one, thick slabs of rock surround Gang Orca in towers. You've caged them in a stone enclosure, preventing Gang Orca and his henchmen from nearing the casualties for now.

"(Last Name)-chan, you're here!" Inasa notes.

(Last Name). Shouto stares at you in shock, his gaze switching between Midoriya and you. Your tense back faces him as you scan the walls you've built. There's a loud banging coming from the other side, and the walls rumble. They're trying to break through.

Shouto openly gawks, his heart jump starting again. God, there’s your damn quirk again. He shakes his himself out of his stupor, not wanting to show your effect on him. What the hell is this?

He glances at Midoriya, who is dragging Shindou away. His self-destructive friend seemed unaffected by your quirk, despite being in close proximity with you. Maybe you were purposely targeting him?

But you pay no attention to Shouto, turning to glare at Inasa. "I just told you to stop being extra, and what do you do? You get extra, you idiot. You have a bone to pick with someone, do it after the exam. This isn't the time for dramatic dialogue. What's more important here, saving lives or fighting with fellow heroes?"

You're right, Shouto thinks, ignoring the pain in his chest. As his heartstrings pull towards you, he looks at the battlefield. Debris and broken earth lay at his feet, and the sounds of screams and battle cries echo through the stadium. Other examinees carry casualties out of broken buildings and piles of rubble.

Shouto's here with one purpose. To pass the Hero License Exam. He has to set aside his differences with Inasa for now, so he can do his part. Protect the citizens and divert the villains away from them. He accepts that he can't simply get passed his issues with his father. He can't forget about them just like that. Inasa is right. He became what he hated. It's his fault that this happened, and he wants to make things right.

Then Inasa and him are paralyzed by Gang Orca's Sonic Wave attack, his body limp in his large hand.

A distance away from you, part of the wall crumbles into a doorway and like a broken dam it floods with Gang Orca's henchmen. You yell back to Midoriya while he drags Shindou closer to the casualty site. "They're coming!"

Have to think fast. You turn back, slamming your palms into the ground at the same moment Shindou does. The ground under Gang Orca's henchmen breaks, catching them in the violent torrent of rock as Shindou sends a shock wave into the floor. Then the earth quakes and rumbles at your command. It splits apart into a dark chasm. Gang Orca's henchmen fall in.

"Now then," Gang Orca drops Shouto's body. He begins walking away. "Guess I'll finish the wind-user off and give my boys a hand over there."

Hitting the ground, Shouto knows he's competed with Inasa with no purpose. He's shown no cooperation. He can't become a hero like this. He hopes Inasa's thinking the same thing. Their eyes meet. No words spoken.

Shouto's fire and Inasa's wind roar to life.

The wind lifts the flames as they planned. It swirls and traps Gang Orca in a raging inferno.

"A prison made of fire and wind, a nice idea. If I was the average villain, I might give up, or cry. Or maybe beg for forgiveness," Gang Orca comments, pouring a large water bottle over his head. "However, the moment you attacked me, I had already worked out my next move. What if that wasn't the case?" A shock wave disperses the wind and fire. He bellows, "Well? What do you have planned next?"

Nothing, damn it. Shouto grits his teeth, his face pressing into the hard earth. The jagged stones dig into his cheek. He tries to regain control of his paralyzed body.

Using the smoke screen above to hide, Midoriya comes to the rescue and drops an axe kick on Gang Orca. Gang Orca blocks with his arm as you follow up. You step in front of Shouto in a defensive stance before you stomp your front foot. A chunk of rock 20 times bigger than you shoots up from the earth and floats in front of you at the ready. In a swift motion, you hurdle it at Gang Orca, forcing him to push Midoriya off and dive away. You don't stop there. You outstretch your arms, palms facing the ground. The earth quakes and like the waves of the ocean, the ground begins to move. You hands tremble before clenching into fists.

Like the Red Sea, the ground under Gang Orca's feet part, and he's swallowed into the earth.

.......

The Hero License exam is over, and changed in their school uniforms, Class 1-A returns to the center of the stadium for their scores.

Everyone passes except Bakugou and Todoroki.

"Hurry up, dumbass." Shouto hears a familiar voice command. Then a deep, exasperated groan.

"Todoroki!"

Shouto turns to see Inasa and you walking over him. His heart jumps to his throat and suddenly, he can’t breath. He hopes it’s not because of Inasa because he’s had enough of his shit.

Inasa pauses a couple feet in front of him, but you shoot Inasa a glare. You shove him closer towards Shouto.

"I'll wait for you," you tell Inasa walking off to join the rest of Shiketsu Academy. With your fading presence, his heart calms and Shouto breaths a sigh of relief.

Inasa towers over him and stares for a moment, face showing no hostility. Then he slams his head into the ground in the lowest, most odd bow Shouto's ever seen. Inasa apologizes for making him fail the exam.

Shouto's taken aback by his change in demeanor towards him, but he doesn't accept it. He reasons with Inasa that it was him who basically made them fail without even realizing it and thanks him for helping him. He’s realized some important things about himself.

When his friends find out he didn't pass and comfort him (except Mineta, that bastard), Shouto and Inasa share a brief silence. It's not uncomfortable, although Inasa is still bowing awkwardly.

By sun down, everyone leaves the stadium. Class 1-A of Yuuei Academy wait for their bus to arrive, and even the Shiketsu Academy class lingers with them, waiting for their own. There's no hostility anymore, more of an acknowledgement, of each other's presence or strength? Who knows. Shiketsu's bus arrives first and they board.

As Shouto watches your back disappear through the bus' double doors, he realizes he forgot to thank you for earlier.

He wonders why his chest aches as he watches you leave.

.......

It's the middle of summer vacation when Shouto sees you again. It's the hottest day of the season. The sun beats down on the earth, yet the sky is clear blue as if everyone’s not suffering. If you tried you can see the heat waves in the distance. The summer weather prompts him to wear shorts and a cotton button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He leaves the top buttons unbuttoned. He knows he could just use his quirk to save himself from the heat, and he does, but his hair still sticks to the back of his neck.

Shouto waits for his friends to arrive in the mall plaza. Friends. Such a new term to him. It feels like forever since he last had—oh wait. He didn't have friends till now. Thanks, Dad of the Year, for the amazing childhood.

"Ah, Todoroki-san!"

Oh no.

Shouto turns to see you making your way through the crowd towards him. And yet again, his heart leaps into his throat and he almost chokes. Your goddamn quirk again. You adjust the dark sunglasses over your eyes, smiling and waving at him like you've known each other forever. Ugh, too bright. He rubs his eyes before facing you again. "(Last Name)-san, it's been a while." He cringes at his hoarse voice.

If you noticed, you don’t mention it. "Yeah, haven't seen each other since the Hero License Exams," You respond, halting in front of him. You gaze at him attentively. "Oh, how'd you do? Inasa told me that you didn't pass because of him. I'm sorry for the way he treated you."

Shouto sees his reflection in your tinted lenses. You're close. Too close. He shoves his hands into his pockets and takes a small step back, making it look like he's just relaxing. He's far from relaxed. His heart pounds just like when he first saw you. But he refuses to give you the satisfaction of letting you know of your Quirk's affect on him right now.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I passed the retake anyway," Shouto answers, his voice casual. He internally congratulates himself.

Your smile widens. "Thank goodness."

"And you, what are you doing here?" Shouto asks, swallowing. He hopes you don’t notice his chest heaving.

"I'm just grocery shopping." You lift up two large, reusable bags. Shouto blinks. They look heavy as they strain from its contents weight, but you carry them like feathers. You put them on the floor.

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Right, so, aren't you a bit far from Shiketsu Academy?"

"I'm just visiting family here. What about you?" You grin, crossing your arms over your chest. You lean in. Shouto leans back. “Are you on a date?"

"No," He answers too fast. He ignores the warmth that spreads across his face. His heartbeat roars in his ears and he groans inwardly. The summer weather was getting to him, wasn't it?

You giggle, "I'm just kidding. No need to get all defensive."

"For your information," Shouto sighs. "I'm waiting for my friends. We're supposed to hang out today."

"Ah, I see," You bend down to pick up your bags, "I'll leave you to it then."

Shouto isn't sure what made him say it. He could have just let you leave, but no. He had to open his mouth. He usually thinks more rationally. This is a new low. "Here, let me help." Shouto's fingers brush against yours, and he nearly drops the bag.

You chuckle and thank him.

Well, no turning back now. He fumbles with the (heavy, shit, how strong are you?) bag and clears his throat, "So, where do you want me to carry these?"

"Right! Um, I'm actually not done with shopping yet—"

"I'll walk with you then," Shouto suggests before he realizes it. He wants to slap himself. Better yet, ice his mouth shut before he spouts more ideas.

You gaze at him with uncertainty. "Todoroki-san, you don't have to."

Curse summer. The weather was making him act out of character. It has to be. Shouto shakes his head as his head rushes to find an answer. "My friends aren't here yet anyway, and it's... it’s the least I can do to repay you."

You raise an eyebrow. "For what?"

"For protecting Inasa and I during the License Exam."

You stare at him, taken aback. "I didn't think you'd remember that," You admit, scratching the back of your neck.

"How can I forget? You were amazing going up against Gang Orca," Shouto states as-a-matter-of factly. What else can he say? It was the truth. He shrugs. "I didn't get the chance to thank you at the time. Might as well make up for it now."

"I appreciate it, Todoroki-san." You flush, facing turning pink. From the heat? Maybe, but Shouto feels something bloom in his chest. Why and what? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t like it.

He can tell your eyes crinkle behind your sunglasses as you smile. He wishes he brought his own. You're going to blind him at this rate. He opts to look ahead.

"Shouto."

"Huh?" Your eyes widen in surprise.

He isn't sure what made him say it. He has no idea where the stupid, foolish idea came from, but Shouto gathers the courage to glance at you. "Just call me Shouto," he repeats.

"O-okay! Then you can call me (First Name)." You flush deeper and smile, wider than before and—damnit. Shouto turns away again. He feels his face warm up. Before it shows in his face, he uses his Quirk to cool his body temperature.

You shiver. "Brr. Why's it so cold all of a sudden?"

"No idea," Shouto replies nonchalantly. "So, where to next, (First Name)?" His lips twitch upwards. He likes the way your name rolls off his tongue—wait—no he doesn't. He presses his lips into a thin line.

You blink, as if you forgot what you were doing. "Oh, yeah, I need to get—"

.......

Subconsciously, you both lean into each other as you began chatting. Neither of you notice the small group of teens hiding behind a corner nearby, watching the whole interaction between you two.

"As expected of our strongest," Yaoyorozu gawks, a hand over her mouth as she blushes.

Next to her, Kaminari stares, eyes wide. "Todoroki, you sly dog."

"Shut up, Idiot," Jirou snaps, kneeling on the ground. Her Earphone Jack is plugged into the floor. "I'm trying to listen."

"Todoroki, you're truly manly, helping someone in need," Kirishima praises, tearing up. He sniffs and wipes the tear away.

Mina cheers as she jumps up and down, "You go, Todoroki!"

"It's so nice to see him take an interest in someone," Uraraka comments. She claps her hands together. "Maybe he'll open up more."

"Half n' Half actually has balls. Didn't think he had it in him," Bakugou sneers, crossing his arms over his chest.

Uraraka smacks his shoulder. "Bakugou, don't say that!"

The blond puts up his fists in an offensive stance. "Hah? You wanna fight, Uraraka?"

The teens shush Bakugou in unison before turning back to spy on Todoroki and you. Bakugou shuts his mouth. He huffs, grudgingly joining them.

Iida shakes his head. "Shameful. Just shameful. You should be be more respectful to Todoroki's privacy," He says as he peeks around the corner like the rest of them.

Midoriya sweat drops, watching his friends (and Bakugou) huddle at the corner. Fidgeting, he suggests, "Guys, this is wrong. We should just give them privacy."

"Who the fuck asked you, Deku?" Bakugou bellows, making the boy flinch.

His yell echos through the plaza, attracting people's attention. The group of teens curse.

.......

Like most of the people in the plaza, Shouto and you look up in the direction where the scream came from. He spots several heads of familiar hair peeking behind a corner not far from you. They shift and move as if they were being shoved. Shouto sighs and his brow furrows.

You laugh, "I suppose those are your 'friends'?"

Shouto nods, his face solemn. "Unfortunately, yes," he glares at the heads bobbing behind the corner.

"Well, wouldn't want to keep them waiting," You advise, taking the bag from his hand.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine," You wave him off. "Thanks for trying to help. I'll talk to you later. Bye, Shouto."

"Yeah, bye," Shouto says. He doesn't notice the hint of disappointment in his tone.

You walk off, waving goodbye. Shouto returns the gesture as he watches you till your back disappears in the crowd. Then he grimaces, turning to walk to where his friends are hiding.

As he nears them, Shouto hears someone instruct, "Quick, act natural!"

He turns the corner and finds his friends in the most awkward positions he's ever seen them in. Yaoyorozu is posing a like a model. Whistling a tune, Uraraka and Mina lean against the wall looking anything but casual. Kaminari and Jirou are pretending to try on women's clothes in the open shop next to them while Kirishima struggles to restrain Bakugou from leaping away. Iida and Midoriya stand in the clear, ashamed.

"Hey, Todoroki-san," Midoriya greets him, shifting his weight foot to foot.

Steam rolls off Shouto in clouds as he tries to remain calm.

He's far from it.

"Eh? Is it getting hot in here?"

"Wait, wait, we can explain!"

"Todoroki-san, using Quirks in public is illegal!"

"So, did you get their number?"

Something in Shouto snaps.

"Ahhhhh! Too cold! Too cold!"

"Hot! Hot!"

"The hell, Half n' Half!?"

Shouto's friends spend the rest of the day trying to gain his forgiveness. Then he realizes.

He didn't get your number.

Damn it.

.......

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