#[pat the shindou with the soft soft hair]

[shorkbrian]

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.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

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,”

[eiijunkun]

She Only Wishes for Peace

warning: angst

word count 1,039

5,877 characters

Darkness flooded her eyes as she closed them, the last thing she would see was a rainbow. Konan’s eyes closed slowly as she let her limbs go, ready to give up knowing she was defeated. She fought so hard knowing she could only pray that it at least did something to help.   She settled on dying in peace here, not even knowing if someone would bury her letting her get the proper burial she deserved or if she would become wild beast food. Her breathing slowed down increasingly, she wasn’t dying peacefully but she couldn’t fix that. She wasn’t able to move an arm or leg, losing the ability to open her eyes again. She wondered if Nagato felt the same pain she felt letting himself go. Finally, Konan felt the peace of numbness to her body and her mind blank, no white light? She assumed she must be going to hell then, for all the terror she caused she didn’t think she would get loving peace that easy. The air smelt of soup though, her nose scrunching as she tried to smell more. Her eyes strained to open, finally seeing a light from where she seemed to be laying. Where was she? Had she not died yet? ‘‘You’re awake.’' A child said in a hushed tone, Konan's eyes following to see orange hair in her line of sight. The boy couldn't have been older than twelve.  

‘‘Y-Yahiko?’' Her voice was harsh with a ugly strain, sore and scratchy. Was she sick? Soon the door opened to reveal a woman with white hair and eyes black, calmly smiling at the purple-haired woman who was ill. The woman being a medical-nin brought her to her home in hopes to restore her health to the best of her ability, but Konan was past help with medical ninjustu.   Konan tried sitting up herself but she couldn’t, she physical couldn’t. She didn’t know if she was too weak or paralyzed but she knew she was too heavy to sit herself up, ‘'Oh! Allow me to help you.’‘ Konan’s face scrunched up in confusion, hearing feet moving all around her was starting to stress her out but it hurt too much to talk. ‘'Shindou, pour the soup please.'' The soft voice demaned. ‘'His name isn't S-Shindou, his name is Yahiko, w-who are you?“ Konan tried talking, desperately needing to know what was going on. Did Yahiko go out of his way to get her help and who was this woman? The woman smiled sweetly, patting Konan's head, wiping her sweat, acknowledging she had a fever. 

“I’m just a nurse named Tamaki trying to help you, will you allow me?” The nurse moved to remove the clothes Konan was wearing, Konan was unable to fight back, she allowed the woman to undress her.   She was hot and felt disgustingly sweaty, she needed the woman to change her into something else. Dressing her in a patient gown, feeling the cool air around her felt nice, causing her to become lightheaded and begin falling asleep again.                                                                                                                                                                             A week later. “Could I have more, please?” The boy nodded at her, pouring her more water. It was the only thing she could consume without throwing up, even soup making her feel ill. She finished her water, gripping Shindou’s hands lovingly, she was sat up. “I can’t believe I get to see you again, even in this form is enough.” She cried out holding his hands tighter, she had missed her friend so much she couldn’t contain her joy nor her sorrow of losing him. Shindou played along into this fantasy of hers, his mother agreeing he could. It seemed no matter how much they corrected her about their names and whereabouts she would forget later, only remembering for a short time. ''I don't understand though.'' She wiped her tears with her arm taking a moment to breathe and calm down, she felt a headache coming back and a familiar feeling of distasteful heat. Her fever would decrease but makes it's way back at night especially during her nightmares that made her shake so much she would fall out the bed.   She regained her composure and let a smile ghost her lips, “where is Nagato? I-is he no longer with us?” She asked worriedly, her mindset regressing to what seemed like her adolescent years. Shindou smiled at her, truly feeling bad for her. He and his mother knew she didn’t have much time left, taking her hand he denied her claims and laid her down to sleep, it wasn’t late but he could see her closing her eyes, fighting her headache and oncoming fever. ''I'll go get some medicine,'' Shindou informed her to decrease her worries, every time he or his mother stepped out she'd worry nonstop, begging them to be careful.   They wanted her to pass peacefully but it was taking some time, seeing her this way sent them much pain even if they didn’t know her much. Her stories sent their heart’s pain and only wanted to care for her as if she was family. Pouring the medicine into a small cup for her, he began walking back to her room hoping he wouldn’t have to wake up. ''Back, sorry it took long.'' He apologized to her, sighing as she was sleeping. ''Hey.'' Shindou's hands shook her arm lightly, taking notice that her chest wasn't moving anymore, feeling for a heartbeat he panicked as he felt nothing. Dropping the medicine and running to get his mother, dragging her and trying to explain how she wasn't breathing anymore. Tears swelling his eyes as his mother stood over Konan's body, she was already pale from being ill and in pain. Her lips chapped and dry, there wasn't much they could do anymore. Tamaki wiped a stray tear as she looked at peace, knowing this could be her only form.   For Shindou’s confirmation of Konan’s death, Tamaki showed him by moving the covers to cover her face, moving them both out of the death ridden room and calling someone to prepare a proper burial for Konan. Konan had died in peace, seeing a white light with two separate arms reaching for her, she was going to know peace.

[maskedmuses-archived]

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.”

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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?"

[guidingthulite]

AAAAA CAN YOU TELL ALL YOUR NORI-CHAN RELATED HEADCANONS???

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT UwU

Thanks for this ask, I appreciate it a lot~!

- Kurama is such an animal person! As I said, (because I love this headcanon and everyone has to know about it) everytime the second year trio goes to the zoo, Kurama gets distracted and Hamano and Hayami have to go back and look for him. They always find him looking at a certain animal as if they’re the only thing in the world.

- Kurama is that kind of guy who gets crushes faster than you can say the person’s name. But he rarely acts on them. There was one period where he had a crush on both Hamano AND Hayami. Normally they realize who he is crushing on, but both were oblivious to this, and thought the way he acted meant that he wanted more closeness so they did stuff like hug him (Hamano, being himself started giving him small kisses everytime he scored) more often and Kurama was just redder than Hayami’s hair.

- Kurama’s favorite season is fall because the breeze is very pleasant and it’s not very cold but you can still wear fluffy clothes at home.

- His favorite Inazuma Japan player is Toramaru (I mean, he learns Tiger Drive in CS, and just imagine little 3 (3? 4?) year old Kurama cheering on Toramaru because he’s the smallest of the group and he. Feels it.

- Kurama is a plushie person, he specially likes stuffed animals that are very big, but everytime somebody comes to visit he hides them.

- Kurama is a sucker for romance, especially really corny and sappy ones. Once Hamano, Hayami and him had a movie night, and Hamano suggested one he really liked. He got emotional during the last scene and had to cover his face with the blanket. “It’s so sappy, I can’t stand it!”. But still, soft pats and pets ensued. 

- Hamano has the habit of taking his googles off to put them on Kurama, and he complains about them “Looking dumb on him”, but he never takes them off until Hamano asks for them back.

- Speaking of Kurama being fond of animals, I was trying to think of Galaxy characters interacting with Raimon players, so have you thought… KURAMA AND KONOHA? Like, Konoha discovering Kurama likes animals and trying to talk to him about them. At first, he’s kind of really passive, but ends up opening up to her and they go to petting zoos together!

- He totes has a pet snake, and Sidewinder was inspired by it.

- It was mentioned that Hamano has pet Guppies. Whenever he goes to his house, they follow him. (as in, if he goes left the fishies will go left too) No one knows why.

- I don’t remember any more headcanons (but be sure if I remember more I’ll tell you!) so I’ll just end this with some kind of injoke my brother and I have:

The Raimon team is divided by sections: Sangoku, Sangoku’s brothers (the third years) Sangoku’s sons (Ichino, Hayami and Shindou) and Sangoku’s grandchildren (The first years and Kurama)

Kurama is Hayami and Hamano’s son, and Ichino and Aoyama are the clingy uncles who are always doting him and doing stuff like pinching his cheeks.

[x-sparker]

Yours and Yours Alone

Part of Akihika Reboot [12] | song choice: See You Again - Wiz Khalifa+Charlie Puth

There is a ritual at the start of every lesson in the Go school at the Touya Residence. It is something Hikaru insists on doing, though Akira never understood it. Some of the kids loved it, some of the kids hated it. Akira often just watches from the corridor; it’s quite humorous to watch, actually, if he was entirely honest with himself.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!” counted Hikaru, as he twisted his waist with his arms outstretched in front of him. The children were lined up in a grid in the yard, mirroring his actions. “C’mon, let me see you stretch!”

A few of the kids groaned. Akira suppressed a grin and went inside. The lesson starts as soon as they are done with stretching. He often knows by their loud ruckus as they come back into the house, tossing their borrowed slippers by the entrance to the corridor for Hikaru to pick up and rearrange. Akira starts off the lesson by replaying life-and-death problems from various historic matches. Even today he continues to be amazed at the cleverness of some children in their quick thinking and game, though he rarely showed it. Akira was every bit as serious as his father when it comes to teaching Go, and it was not only once or twice he’d gotten angry and yelled loudly. To the children he was something of a formidable presence, earning him a reputation among the students as the sensei to be feared and respected at the same time (some admired him deeply). Hikaru was the one better at handling the kids as kids. He was easily approachable, his banter keeping the children’s spirits up and the overall atmosphere in the house positive.

After the discussion session is over, they move on to the match segment, where the kids are paired up to play matches against each other. Both Hikaru and Akira would watch over as the children are engrossed in their games, being sure to correct mistakes, or point to a better move when they can catch it. The house becomes quiet with only the sound of clicking stones and clocks filling the air.

Tonight, that quietness is disturbed suddenly by a clamor. When Akira spoke loudly out of the blue, the anger and threat in his low voice is particularly highlighted by the silence. It nearly made Hikaru jump.

“What did you just do?!”

Everyone turned their heads. Akira was grabbing back the arm of a student, his face calm but his eyes full of anger. He had just seen this student move two stones under the palm, taking advantage of his opponent’s distraction in studying another spot on the board. There were two battles going on in the game, and the stones that moved would give back an advantage to this student on this side of the board.

Under the pressure of his teacher’s anger, the child turned hostile. “Let me go!” He said, and yanked his arm from Akira. As he did that, a number of white and black stones he had hidden up his sleeves fell out. Uh-oh.

Hikaru saw Akira’s eyes lit ablaze with wrath. Akira pointed a finger at the door. “Out!”

The student refused to move, though he knew he shouldn’t stay. Akira grabbed his hand and started pulling him to the door.

“Touya!” Hikaru lurched forward just in time to stop Akira, breaking his grip on the student and pulling them apart.

“This is absolutely unacceptable.” Akira’s voice shook with anger, addressing the student. “How dare you!”

“Touya, calm down!” Hikaru grabbed Akira by the shoulders and pulled him away to a side of the room. “Class is still in session. I need you to stay calm.” The rest of the children were all unnerved by the interruption. It was a bit unlike Akira to lose his cool like that. “Go wait in the corridor.” Hikaru said to the student who cheated. The child kicked his feet as he did what he was told.

It took a moment before Akira was calm enough to resume class. He helped the other child clean the board, picking up the dropped stones with frustration. How had he not noticed that one of his own students was cheating? He suspected that it wasn’t the first time, seeing how easily the child had done it. If he hadn’t been looking at the right moment…

In the corridor, Hikaru approached the apprehensive boy with two cans of orange juice, one for him and one for the boy. He sat down by the edge, hanging his feet over it. Then he patted the spot next to him, motioning the child to sit by his side. The boy obeyed without a word.

“Alright, talk to me.” Hikaru said. “Why’d you do something like that?”

“…” The child remained silent, his eyes fixed on his own small hands. Hikaru eyed his student. The boy was only 10, but had a frown on his face so deep that he could as well have been worrying about world peace.

“You didn’t think you could win without cheating.” Hikaru answered for him, and the boy looked up at him. “You know, that’s the same as admitting that you were weak.”

“Sensei!”

“Am I wrong?” Hikaru asked, sipping from his can.

“…” The child’s gaze returned to his hands, his frown deepening. “No, you’re right.” He balled his hands into fists. “It’s that kid… he’s only 6, but he’s already better than me…”

Hikaru felt sheepish; that sounded very much like someone he knew. “So you’d cheat a win out of him? Do you really think that counts as winning?” He studied the boy’s expression, and could see the guilt in the child’s eyes. It’s not the first time he had cheated, it seems. “And? Do you feel stronger after winning against him this way?”

The boy began to cry. Hikaru let out a sigh and patted his head gently. “Let me tell you something about someone I knew.” He said with a faint smile, remembering a beautiful head of long black hair. “He was the greatest Go player of all time. He loved Go with his entire being. It was his life.” He paused for a moment, waiting for the boy to regain his composure. “Kinda like Akira-sensei.”

The boy nodded.

“Well, one day someone cheated him in a game.” Hikaru continued. “And from then on, he couldn’t play Go anymore. He was banished from his city.”

“Wha…?” The boy said. “But why?”

“Because he lost the game that put his reputation at stake, after being cheated by his opponent. His life was forever changed after that. He became an existence that was unable to even hold Go stones with his own hands. Go was his only joy in life, and that was taken away from him.” Hikaru said. “When you decide to cheat someone, and they lose because of it, they are losing more than just a game. They could be losing their livelihood, especially for those who are pros, or plan to become pros like yourself. What I’m trying to say is, you need to understand the gravity of your actions, not just on the Go board but outside of it as well.” For the first time since they started their talk, Hikaru showed seriousness in his eyes. He took the boy’s hands in his, and said, “These are your hands, and yours alone. It is your decision what to do with them, and what kind of Go game you will play with them. But remember this: there are people who would give anything to play another game with their own hands, if only they were able. So think about that the next time you want to use your hands to cheat. Think about whether there really is anything to gain from a win like that. If you really want to get stronger in Go, you should know that cheating won’t get you there. Go ahead and ask yourself: is there any point in a game that you won by cheating? Was it any fun?”

The boy swallowed. He thought Akira-sensei was scary when mad, but Shindou-sensei’s seriousness was far scarier. “I… I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” Hikaru smiled. He got up from his spot, and helped the boy up as well. “C’mon.”

They went back inside the house, where the class had already been dismissed and Akira was putting away the Go boards. He seemed a little calmer than before. Hikaru ushered the boy towards Akira.

“A-Akira-sensei.” He started. “I’m sorry.”

“…You won’t do it again?” Akira asked.

“I promise.” The boy nodded.

“And?”

“And… I’ll apologize to him tomorrow, properly.” The boy answered, his head low.

After a long pause, Akira sighed and patted the boy’s head. “Alright, you can go home.”

The boy looked up to find a soft smile across Akira-sensei’s face that he had never seen before. He nearly started crying again, if not for Hikaru hurrying him to get home before it gets too dark outside.

“Man, you scared me there for a moment.” Hikaru said after closing the door. It was a strange feeling seeing Akira be so mad at someone other than himself.

“Yes, I admit I overreacted a little bit.” Akira sighed as they headed to their bedroom. It had been a long day and he felt quite tired. He grabbed his pajamas from the closet and headed towards the bathroom to change and wash up.

That wasn’t exactly just “a little bit”… Thought Hikaru, though he refrained from voicing it out loud. I wonder what’s gotten into him… He looked at Akira across the hallway, as the latter stared into the mirror applying facial moisturizer before brushing his hair down with a comb.

“Akira, do you want a massage?”

“What?” Akira squeaked, surprised.

“I’ll give you one; your hands are dry again, aren’t they?” Hikaru found a spot on the tatami and patted on it, motioning Akira to come sit down. Nodding, Akira took a bottle of hand lotion from the vanity and moved back into the bedroom, sitting down apprehensively. Hikaru greased his own hands with the lotion and opened his palms at Akira, who put his right hand into them. Hikaru started out with massaging Akira’s palm, working around his thin fingers. He could feel the tension in the finger joints as he rubbed them gently.

“I was wondering… how’d you get him to admit fault?” Akira asked, his eyes following the motion of Hikaru’s hands. “What’d you say to him?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Shindou!”

Hikaru laughed. “Just kidding. You know, things he needed to hear. Like how cheating isn’t gonna help him, how it makes the games really pointless, that kind of stuff.” He said. “And… you know how Sai had to play Go through me because he couldn’t play it himself? I talked about that. The kid still has his own hands; he needs to think hard about what kind of game he wants to play with them.” He said as he kneaded Akira’s wrist.

“I see.” Akira said, allowing Hikaru to interlock their fingers together so that he can roll Akira’s hand around the wrist to loosen it.

“You know, now that I think about it, you and Sai have a lot in common.” Hikaru commented as he squeezed and pulled each of Akira’s fingers from its joint. He could still remember feeling Sai’s stir of emotions whenever he saw people cheating, playing unfairly or using Go to bully others. “You’re both Go fanatics. Sai was a little more level-headed though; you’d just scream your head off at people.”

Hikaru expected a snarky comeback from Akira for his comment, but instead Akira remained silent. “Akira?”

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong?” Hikaru asked, concerned. “You seem out of it.”

“It’s nothing… I was just…” Akira sighed, closing his eyes. “Disappointed, in myself.”

“Why?”

“I should have noticed it sooner.” He answered. “I don’t think it was his first time cheating. I can’t believe I let it slip this whole time.”

“It’s hard to catch. We have to watch over so many kids.” Hikaru put down Akira’s right hand and started on his left. “Do you remember Mitani? The guy that played first board at the Go club tournament, back in middle school? He was cheating at Go salons against old men, and Tsutsui-senpai said the same thing - nobody would ever even notice it.”

“But once you know they’ve done it…” Akira started, but didn’t want to finish the sentence.

“It’ll be alright.” Hikaru squeezed Akira’s hand reassuringly. “We caught him early, and I talked him through it. We’ll just have to keep watch for a little bit.” He looked at his husband with a grin on his face.

Hikaru’s positivity was a comforting sight to Akira. He remembered those few years just after Sai’s disappearance and Hikaru’s absence from matches, how Hikaru always seemed to be carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders. Even though they still argued and Hikaru talked loudly as he did before, there were moments when Hikaru would be unnervingly quiet, looking like he was lost in deep thought. It was as though the light of Shindou Hikaru was overshadowed by a dark veil. Akira watched all along the years of healing it took for Hikaru to regain the bright, shining personality he had when they first met (and even still it was never completely back, but Akira wouldn’t dare to ask for more). He can even talk about Sai now without becoming immediately emotional.

“Hm, yeah.” Akira smiled, and held Hikaru’s face with his other hand to give him a kiss, his eyes fluttering to a close. Sai, wherever you are out there… I’m okay now, and so is Shindou.

[0zrockbitway]

Dragon Eleven notes bcuz I’m a lazy person and will probably never get to draw everyone lmao. I might update links to the ones I already did but idk also these are just the current ones I have in mind

~Original~

Kazemaru - a salty dragon because humans took part of his right horn & also messed up his left eye (his human-y form covers the scar). fastest dragon you will ever meet. wind elemental most likely. probably the cause of villages being blown away or something.

Endou - a happy and optimistic dragon. hoards soccer balls. wants to befriend all and play human sport. grandpa dragon passes down orange headband but doesn’t know how to wear headband??? thinks its neckband. every time he catches a ball it pops because of his claws. earth elemental. more gliding > flying type. is actually very heavy

Tatsuya/Hiroto - celestial dragon from space but is unaware of origins. ‘collects’ stars by keeping notebooks of them. space nerd. cosmic powers/elemental?? can casually float. super curious about like everything. won’t start a fight but will retaliate if the other side throws a punch first

Midorikawa - a plant/nature-y elemental. might have some celestial blood in him. he’s the reason why burnt down forests grow back overnight most likely. also the cause of new flowers being found. scared of humans. lives in some abandoned tower where his book collection is. has too many books but not enough. the tower is covered in plant life. a dragon that means no harm.

Nagumo - fire elemental. lives in a volcano and bathes in lava (its the equivalent of a pool to him). fire everywhere. very warm but doesn’t like to be touched. constantly burns things down. fire flowers are real and grow on his volcano, do not touch. if you tell him not to burn down a village that’s the first thing he’s guna do

Suzuno - ice elemental. a dragon that is super cold to the touch. Lives in his snowy mountain top, bathes in ice water. Doesn’t like company at all and won’t even bother to harass human villages. Doesn’t even like dealing with other dragons. Ice crystals are really cool and he can make anything out of ice.

Saginuma - celestial dragon with spatial abilities. sort of obsessed with power. tries to get other dragons to be stronger/motivate them in general. doesn’t really stay in one place. helps dragons who are in danger probably. follows a dragon codebook to try and be a ‘good’ dragon

Tsunami - water elemental dragon. lives in/by the ocean. is actually liked by humans. helps out fisherman. hoards seashells and makes bracelets, hands them out to children if they do a good deed. can breathe underwater. super friendly, doesn’t fight. can’t fly but can jump really high from out of the water.

Tachimukai - dragon of luck, technically under earth elemental. usually means well and tries to be good to humans and dragons. tries to give good luck more than bad. easily frightened and overthinks a lot. lives in a town/city that doesn’t mind dragons

Fubuki - a snow/ice elemental. pretty nice and chill. has nightmares occasionally. usually stays around the snowy terrain. visits a few other dragons but always returns back to a certain spot. do not touch scarf. doesn’t act himself at times. can’t handle super loud noises. hates others seeing him in a panic state.

Aphrodi - divine elemental. has soft hair/fur/feathers > scales. has 6 wings but usually just shows off 2. angelic blood. language expert. very pretty and definitely acts like a deity around the town he lives nearby. might have been cast down from the heavens. never says his full name to others for some reason.

Natsumi - royal dragon, princess. doesn’t take anyone’s shit. jewels everywhere. beautiful in human and dragon form. null elemental, royal dragons can null other dragon’s abilities

Touko - royal dragon of another area. also nulls out abilities but knows how to fight. wants to fight without using her ability. a good leader, follows in her father’s footsteps. tends to go out and explore.

Reina - celestial dragon that knows how to fight. has cosmic powers/abilities similar to Tatsuya but has better control over them. deathly loyal. pissing her off most likely means death. protective of those she calls a family. was cast aside by her original family. doesn’t like when people stare at her wings for too long

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Tsurugi - fire elemental, mix of darkness. black flames. quiet and hates explaining things but does it anyway. fights against knights and claims their swords. wants to get his brother to fly again

Yuuichi - fire and darkness elemental mix. also black flames. lost a wing in a battle against a knight, can’t fly. a good big bro, looks out for all no matter what. admires a fire dragon who used to fight knights. sort of doesn’t want to keep fighting against knights

Tenma - wind elemental, has some light abilities to. a pure boy who also wants to learn of soccer sport. gets pushed around but is very hopeful. gets along with lots of animals.

Kirino - illusion elemental. likes to sing. very pretty. a good friend to those he likes. once got mistaken for a princess and hated it. stays around more local places and stays away from royal lands

Shindou - musical elemental dragon, deals with sound. just wants to make music that people will like to listen to. probably helps humans with music. can’t stand loud noises. will take the blame if the humans he helped fail in their music

Kariya - poison type dragon. can generate poison of various lethal strengths. plays innocent but will strike at the last second. kinda lonely. gets scared easily but denies it. had a bad incident with snakes and cannot stand them. needs friends. initially born to be a hunting dragon

Hakuryuu - light elemental. has the shortest temper and will attack without thinking. thinks he’s the best dragon around and will fight anyone on this. his weakness is head pats. had chocolate once and will never eat it again. praise him if you don’t want him to destroy you

Shuu - darkness elemental. ghost dragon. passed on years ago but was cursed to remain on this world. a kind spirit but is lowkey sad. regret. tends to stay around nature/forest. knows a lot of ancient customs and how humans and dragons used to be. if you hurt his sister you’re dead.

Meztli - shuu’s younger sister. also a ghost and darkness elemental. being a sacrifice she was offered a second chance but instead wanted to be with her brother. good girl. just wants brother to be happy. not that strong but she tries her best. sort of afraid of water and will not fly over large bodies of it.