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Hello my lovely, amazing Mickey! I would like to submit an idea, if this is not something you like just delete it ❤ Laf you!

So. Tamaki Amajiki. Anxiety boy. He's been together with his s/o for a long time now and they've been supporting each other all the way. Usually, whenever his anxiety gets the better of him, he can count on his s/o to have his back. However, something has happened to s/o and now it is his turn to gather all his courage and have s/o's back, because they just can't deal with it on their own. It can be stress/anxiety, a villain, a family situation ... whatever your beautiful brain can come up with ❤ long story short: Tamaki forgetting about/pushing aside his anxiety for a short while to help/stand up for his s/o.

Hewwo! Here to present you with one anxiety boie! I really hope you like it! ;; @silenceofthecookies

How could this happen? It wasn’t supposed to go this way. You were the one who usually kept it together for Amajiki’s sake. He could count on you, always. 

Granted, it sometimes embarrassed him how easy it seemed for you to understand his struggles, take his hand and get through to him. You loved seeing the panic vanishing from his expression and turn into something more tranquil, trusting. However, it was never that easy for you - you were simply a little stronger, a little better at hiding your troubles. Besides, Tamajiki always told you how proud he was of you for handling things so well. 

That’s what made this situation all the more frustrating for you. There’s only so much a person can handle before something gives out. Today was rough, you felt overwhelmed with the world, couldn’t even handle the smallest sound. The light seemed harsh, the room felt warm and your breathing came in short puffs. It didn’t help that Amajiki looked like he was about to lose his mind. Of course nothing good was going to come from showing this side of yourself this late in the relationship. 

You expected him to go into a full-blown panic attack at the sight of you, were already squeezing your eyes shut as tears dripped down your chin and you prepared to utter an apology. What actually happened was Amajiki kneeling in front of you, his hands shaking as they reached up to cup your cheeks. “I-- I’m so sorry you’re going through this, love, but-- but you’re not alone. I’m here.”

You sniffled, a small croak leaving you as you tried to breathe. “I’m so s--”

Amajiki shook his head, “No, love. Don’t apologize. P-Please…” He let out a sigh and squared his shoulders, trying to compose himself. “Let’s go sit over on the couch. I can-- I can hold you until you’re ready to talk. I-Is that okay?” 

You looked up at him, his eyes scared but filled with determination. This man really wanted to help, and you trusted him - knew that he would help. Maybe it was time for you to let down some walls. You nodded. With Amajiki, you were safe.

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Heblo! I have come once more with an suggestion, this time for a misuwunderstanding 🥰 Twisted wonderland Jack takes care of cacti for a hobby, but he's also a wolfie, and I want him to show reader his pups! (Cacti babies) but well... you can guwuess which misunderstandings occur... 👀 sending you thanks and pups ♡

Jack Howl and a confusing adoration for cacti? I gotchu baby! Please have fun reading, this was so much fun to write! @nakunakunomi

“Y/N!” Jack bellowed as he made his way across campus to meet you in front of the cafeteria. Grimm barely batted a whisker as he raced the crowd in order to get the last ham and cheese toast - the latest delicacy available - and forgot all about you. You ended up being the last person standing at the entrance of the building as you watched Jack dash across the cobble stones. 

“Jack? Weren’t you meeting up with Ruggie for lunch?” You smiled at him, silently delighted because of his enthusiasm.

Jack’s ears flattened slightly and a sheepish grin crept onto his features, “Actually, no…,” he explained, “Ruggie actually snuck into the kitchens and already had his fill of lunch before our last class was even done.” 

You snickered, unable to find that surprising. The two of you walked into the cafeteria together, finding a table along the windows. The white haired boy insisted on getting the two of you lunch, and before you knew it you were sharing grilled cheese sandwiches and lemonade. This had become somewhat of a ritual, the two of you spending time together during lunch and during study sessions, and the comfort that naturally came with being around Jack was slowly becoming a sensation that you looked forward to every day, though it was hard to express this to NRC’s most dense jock. 

After classes ended that day, however, Jack waited for you outside of the classroom. You frowned, a little confused as you noticed he looked as if he was mulling something over.

“You okay?”

It took Jack a second, but then he nodded, “Do you have some time before you need to head back to Ramshackle? I want to show you something. Something I’m proud of. Something I… made.” 

The confusion on your face went nowhere - if anything, you were getting a little nervous as well. “Of course, whatever you need, Jack. Where are we going?”

“The greenhouse.”

The two of you made your way over to the greenhouse, the beautiful building feeling a little damp and hot after the sun had beamed onto the glass the entire day. Jack led you towards the back, where you took a seat. Jack stepped up to the wooden table at the far end, near the window, and placed his hands firmly on top of it.

“I never thought I would be able to take care of something so fragile, Y/N,” he murmured, seemingly more serious than you’d ever experienced him being. You let him continue, your heart pounding with the uncertainty of what was happening. “At first I assumed I could never take this type of responsibility. I mean, you know me - I would be so disappointed in myself if I took something like this on and made a fool of myself, or made a fool of them. I couldn’t bear the thought of caring for a living creature and then just… letting them down.”

By now you were really starting to panic. Exactly what - or who - was Jack taking care of? 

Jack turned around and leaned back against the wooden tabletop. “But, you know what? I persevered, and I can proudly say I’m rather good at what I’ve accomplished so far. They-- God, Y/N, they are really thriving.” 

“Jack,” you choked out, your voice quivering with anxiety now, “Who is thriving? What’s going on? Jack, who are you taking care of?” 

Jack smiled, “My pups, of course.”

You spluttered, not knowing how to react to the idea of Jack having children. “P-Pups? Jack, how long has this been going on?”

The boy frowned, not quite understanding why you weren’t joining in on his enthusiasm. “I mean-- I’ve only had them for a couple of months, really. I didn’t want to say much about it in case I fucked it up and had them dying on me, you know?” 

Something inside of you snapped. Dying on him? How was this guy being so nonchalant over the survival of his children? How had you been crushing on someone who had a secret life in this way? “I just-- I have so many questions,” you groaned, “What about their mother?” 

Jack pouted then, his eyes widening, “What do you mean? I’m their mother, of course!” He sighed, turning around and grabbing the pot with his creations. The cactus that came into view had two little cactus pups snuggled up to the main cactus. “I’m honestly a little disappointed in you, Y/N…” he murmured, “I thought you of all people would be excited to meet my pups. You were going on and on about cacti all of last year, I really assumed you’d be proud of me.” 

It took you a whole minute to catch your breath after you burst into a fit of laughter, a grin so wide spreading across your face that it started aching soon after it bloomed. You stood up and beamed at Jack, joining him at the table and taking the pot into your hands. “Jack, look at what you did! You idiot, I thought you were about to confess to me about having children.” 

Jack frowned, “Children? Y/N, I’m sixteen years old. I can barely take care of Ruggie, let alone an actual child!” 

The two of you stood there, amused for what seemed like ages. The sun was setting as you and Jack spent some time prepping new pots for the pups, already promising to dedicate the next weekend’s free time to repotting the new cacti. 

You washed your hands off the dirt, shaking the water droplets off your fingertips before you turned around, suddenly facing Jack who wore his usual adoring smile. 

“Thank you, Y/N. And again, I’m so sorry for confusing you, before.” 

You shook your head, “That’s alright, Jack. You can confuse me anyday.” 

Jack shot you a knowing smile, and suddenly you couldn’t help but look forward to Saturday morning.

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okay, here we go, *cartwheels in, immediately falling flat on my face cause god knows we aren't that flexible anymore*

Ahem, I have cometh to you with maybe a suggestion of the hero academia variety? I was thinking about maybe hair care / hair dyeing with Kirishima? Helping him touch up his roots, make that crispy red hair even more kkrispy, so you get papercuts from running your fingers through it UwU.

Some fluffies, a gn? reader? whichever suites your impeccable tastes UwU. Sending you love and chizsnackkos (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Good evening milove! Perhaps pause the cartwheels, take a breather and read a bit... 0u0? I hope you enjoy this one, red riot fluff coming right up!

You scrunched your nose at the smell of the hair dye you were diligently mixing in the bowl, the reddish hue developing as air was pushed around through it. Eijiro sat on the little stool in your shared apartment’s bathroom, both his grin and his hair even bigger and brighter than it had been in highschool. 

It had been quite a while since you both graduated from UA - and things had equally changed and stayed the same. Eijiro had shot up to be a solid 6’2”, but he still often fell asleep with his head in your lap. His fire-like hair had grown long and thick past his waist, giving a new meaning to Red Riot, but that meant that it still had to be kept up with properly. In the weeks when his hair was freshly dyed, his favorite bandana was tied to your own hero costume like a good-luck charm. When his roots started showing again, however, the bandana returned right to his hair, tied gently by your very own hands. 

Eijiro’s knee bounced up and down, the hyperactive man excitedly waiting for what was about to happen. He watched as you finished mixing the dye and started sectioning off his hair so that you could effectively start on his roots, his eyes gleaming with affection and gratitude. 

You started applying the dye, and he shivered.

“Are you cold, love?” you asked him.

He shook his head and let out a soft sigh. “Even after all these years, I still love the feeling of you doing that. I wouldn’t want anyone else to do this.” 

Before you knew it, 45 minutes had passed and you were gently rinsing the dye from his hair, feeling the thick strands slide through your fingers as the dye hit the bottom of the tub. 

You helped him wrap his hair in a towel - red, for convenience sake and joined him in the kitchen, where you hopped onto the counter and sat up in front of him - using the tip of another towel to get rid of some dye stains on his cheeks. 

The gleam in his eyes never left as he leaned in and pecked the tip of your nose. “Thank you, my love, as always.”

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Mickeyyyy I have a suggestion. I have very little detail for you but... I would really like for Rengoku to live instead of die. I'd be really really happy if you could make that happen ❤ but I love you either way!

I think we would all like for him to live... SO I SHALL REVIVE HIM! Have fun reading, tiny love! @silenceofthecookies

The knots in the wood of the walls almost hurt your eyes as your fixated gaze could not be torn from them, exhaustion prickling beneath your skin and a splitting headache pounding behind your eyes. The room smelled like bandages and the steady thudding of the bamboo water pipes in the garden outside seemed to resound through the clinic. It had been almost a week since the Kasugai crows brought you the news, and the memory of it still filled your veins with an icy despair.

Flashback - One week prior

The sun was barely up as you walked back to Hisa’s house, your last assignment having knocked the stuffing out of you. Resting at Hisa’s place always brought you the rest you needed between assignments, even though the training you went through after r

ecovery was enough to warrant another week of sleep. The welcome morning breeze and smell of fresh flowers calmed your nerves and you rubbed at the sore muscles in your neck as you stepped into Hisa’s beautiful, but suspiciously empty garden. By now, everyone should be up, but there wasn’t a soul in sight. It was then that you recognised the sound of the Kasugai’s wings flapping as it made its way to the house’s entrance. 

“Y/N,” it croaked, “You must hurry-- the Hashira Rengoku has been in a fight - he may not survive. You must come at once.” 

The crow had continued to explain the whereabouts of your partner, but you had barely registered any of it as you felt your body tremble with fear. How could it be that Kyojuro was in this much danger? Ever since you met the man, it had been evident that he was one of the most capable Hashira in the past decade. What evil could have done so much damage that it had endangered your love’s life? 

In the days it took you to get to the clinic closest to where the Mugen train had ended up, silent tears ran down your cheeks. Your eyes were brimmed red with pain and anger at the thought of losing Kyojuro, the notion too heavy to seem plausible, too difficult to bear. 

When you got to the hospital, you grabbed the arm of the first attendant you could find, delirious with urgency. “Where is Kyojuro?” 

The attendant blinked, looking a little confused. “Who?”

“Rengoku Kyojuro, the Ha--”

“Oh!” The attendant interrupted you, suddenly going pale, “The H-Hashira is currently being taken care of. Hisa and her assistants arrived when he was barely breathing, and they are doing everything they can, but--”

You felt your stomach drop. “But?”

The attendant shook their head, “His vitals were doing extremely poorly, I’m afraid. We’re doing everything to make ensure the Hashira gets the best possible treatment, but his injuries were severe and,” the attendant seemed to straighten their shoulders and put on a professional face, “we must take into account the seriousness of the damage that was done to his body.” They shook their head, “The chances of recovery in a case like this are small, I’m afraid.”

You felt your knees give out and you almost pulled the attendant to the floor with you as you sank to the spotless floor, a gut wrenching sob ripping itself from your chest as tears once again streamed down your dust-covered cheeks - you hadn’t even cleaned up after you got the news and left for the hospital. The attendant slowly sank to their knees to put a hand on your shoulder, pity filling their eyes as they watched you fall to pieces. 

It took the attendant almost half an hour to calm you down and bring you to a room where you could wait. Rounding the corner, you noticed a few familiar faces. Zenitsu and Inosuke were slumped in a corner, their chests rising and falling heavily as the slept leaning into each other. Tanjiro, on the other hand, sat a few feet away from them, trembling so much he looked like he was in a state similar to yours. When he looked up and met your gaze, tears brimmed eyes and immediately fell to his blood stained uniform. 

You lurched towards Tanjiro, getting to your knees in front of him, and reached up to cup his dirty, tear-streaked cheeks. “Y/N,” he choked, “I’m so sorry-- I tried everything, I swear, I--”

You shook your head, “Tanjiro, please, none of this is your fault. If anything,” you hiccuped, “I’m so grateful to you for fighting along his side. He always speaks so highly of you, dear boy.” 

The two of you cried together, sat together and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Zenitsu, when he woke up, could only stare out blankly in front of him, his usually incessant tears having dried up and replaced by an incapability to process what was happening.  Inosuke was unusually calm, the boy assuming an uncharacteristically caring role as he brought cups of water to everyone waiting for news about the Hashira, yet his eyes remained firmly focused on the double doors behind which Rengoku was being given every treatment necessary to ensure his survival.

It took two more days until you were able to see your partner, and when you did lay eyes on him, it felt like a punch in the gut. There was a heavy bandage covering half of his face, his flame-like hair tousled against the pillow and his chest and abdomen being almost literally held together with coverings that smelled so strongly of herbs that it caused your eyes to water.

Hisa was sitting by his bed, looking disheveled and exhausted beyond words. Her small eyes looked up at you with a weary smile and she raised a hand, inviting you to take a seat. She explained that they were able to keep Rengoku alive and save his stomach, but two of his ribs had shattered and lodged themselves into the side of one of his lungs, causing so much damage that had to be removed. The man would have to leave behind his life as a demon slayer, for his body would never be strong enough to fight again. His life would not resemble what it used to be, she explained, but he would have a life after all.

One year later

The morning air warmed your skin as you stood on the porch, the wind wafting the smell of green tea being prepared in the kitchen through the window behind you. The day was supposed to be one of celebration, of rejoicing, as Tanjiro had hunted Akaza until he had finally decapitated and burned him to the ground, avenging the Hashira and putting an end to the nightmare. Rengoku was doing well, save for the extra care and special meals that needed to be prepared. He could no longer eat entire gyūnabe bento, but he could still appreciate small amounts of food, which, of course, were always appreciated with a verbal “UMAI!”.

The thought finally brought a smile to your features, just in time for your partner to join you on the porch. His morning voice croaked slightly as he slid his hands onto your waist and gave you a dopey grin. 

“You know, I can hear you pondering from all the way inside the house.” 

You turned around to face him and gently stroked the palm of your hand along his cheek, the loss of his eye hidden behind the soft, red fabric that was almost permanently bound behind his head and matched his wild manes. 

“I know,” you sighed, “I’m not sure why I’m even worried. I should be over the moon - everything could have turned out so much worse. I can’t even imagine what I would have done if I had lost you that day.”

Kyojuro furrowed his bushy eyebrows and scoffed, “Darling, do you really believe you could get rid of me that easily?”

You rolled your eyes at him and gave him a punishing look that barely lasted a moment. No, you had not lost him. He may no longer be a Hashira, but he was alive and he was yours, and for that you would be eternally grateful.

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Ppsstt Mickey 👀 I saw Tol and Smol prompts and as Smol (tm) I have to make a little suggestion 👀 maybe Tender with Rengoku from KnY? I would melt. Have fun my Tol fren ❤

Pspspspspspss-- I summoned a smol fren! Hiya Cookie! This is all for you - it's Hazel-approved so I hope you like it... ;; Have fun reading, tiny! ❤ @silenceofthecookies

Prompt from Tol and Smol Prompts

The frost had long since melted away and the evenings took a little longer to grow dark. There was a gentle spring breeze in the air as the sun cast its last rays of the day, its warmth feeling like a loving embrace. As you felt Rengoku shift beside you, however, you wondered briefly if the sun was really the source of the summer-y toastiness that melted the tension in your shoulders. Rengoku had his gaze fixed on the horizon, the sea’s mellow waves ebbing and flowing even in the reflection of his eyes. When he noticed he had your attention, a soft smile curled at the edges of his lips and he took another second, as if basking in your consideration, before he turned his head to meet your eyes.

“What’s on your mind, my little one?”

You let out a short, breathy laugh and shook your head. “There are no thoughts in this head, I’m just taking in the view.”

You watched as he quirked one of his bushy eyebrows and krept a little closer, the mirth in his eyes now clear as day. He curled his arms around you and pulled you closer still, the sand beneath you sliding between your fingertips.

“How silly you are, little one,” he said as he pressed a loving kiss to the top of your head, the scent of sea salt riding the wind as you pressed your nose into his chest.

“There’s no view more beautiful than the one I’m privy to.”

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Bakugou x Reader - Not Butterflies

Shit hits the fan and you both have to stop thinking like heroes and more like a couple to fix it. 

Dedicated to: @silenceofthecookies Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort Word count: 3K

The glare of the television screen only added to the discomfort you felt each time you checked your phone with no good news to show for it. There were no notifications, not a single sign of life that would put your mind at ease and keep you from worrying. You were met with only the changing of the hour as the room darkened around you.  You were bundled up on the couch, a fleece blanket wrapped tightly around you serving as the only comfort you could provide for yourself.

Katsuki wasn’t big on texting. Small talk was not something he would actively engage in face to face, let alone through text. Even so, you could always count on him letting you know each time he had finished for the day and would be on his way home. After the two of you had graduated from UA, you had moved back into your parents’ place for a few months in search for an apartment. That was nearly two years ago, and the apartment you shared with your boyfriend of four years was finally starting to look like a home. The television set-up no longer balanced on cardboard boxes, the messy suitcases had been replaced by an actual wardrobe and the cutlery in the kitchen finally matched. Even Katsuki’s reluctantly softened features were put on display throughout the living space in the form of polaroid pictures that had been haphazardly pinned to the walls with thumb tacks. To a stranger it seemed like a cozy home shared by two people who spent their days enjoying each other’s company, which wasn’t exactly the case - not now, at least.

Moving in together had seemed like the obvious next step in your relationship, and it had been save for the slight miscalculation in the quality time department. As pro heroes, you were both doing well. This was definitely a plus when it came to learning how to deal with finances and the like, but working a lot also meant spending less time at the home front than you had initially anticipated. Your mutual friends seemed to be solving this issue through the form of communication, but unfortunately that was something neither Katsuki nor you excelled at.

With Katsuki, communication had always been simple in the sense that there had  never been that much to argue about so heavy conversations rarely occurred and, even if they did occur, they were always solved by either one of you simply giving their opinion and, if needed, compromising. The difference was that, back then, there had been more opportunities for the both of you to sit down and have a conversation. There had been more time spent together: between classes, after assignments and even late at night before bedtime, though the latter often poked at both of your bad tempers and resulted in an explosive discussion, excuse the pun.

Right now, Katsuki was letting the pro hero rankings get to his head, causing him to take on the longest and hardest assignments he could get and resulting in him barely spending any time at home. It had come to a point where you felt anxious going grocery shopping, not knowing if you should bother buying groceries for two people, since Katsuki’s serving often lay forgotten in the fridge after he’d get home in the middle of the night, tired and already having eaten on the way home. You barely felt him crawl into bed with you, only to feel him leaving long before the sun was back up. It felt like he was starting to slip. Like he was drifting away from your relationship with him and towards a world that revolved only around his job. It was a very Katsuki thing to do, but, seeing as he’d grown up a lot since his first years at UA, it was disheartening to see him slip back into old habits without a chance to discuss your worries with him.

That same dread filled you as the moonlight streamed into the living room, another indication of how terribly late it was getting. He was supposed to be home by now. Katsuki had planned a meeting with Hatsume, who had become one of the best in her own ways, to discuss some adjustments to Katsuki’s hero costume. That type of meeting wasn’t supposed to take long, so when you came home to an empty apartment after your own assignments, you had felt your stomach drop. Part of you had tried to stay optimistic as you prepared dinner, but as the clock ticked and the hours seemed rush by, Katsuki’s food ended up in the fridge and you had to endure dinner by yourself once again. That was how you had anxiously made your way to the couch with a cup of tea in hand.

You checked your phone once again, but to no avail. It was starting to overwhelm you. This was not what you had signed up for. It wasn’t often that you let yourself get this emotional over Katsuki, because it was rarely this serious, but this time it was starting to feel like you had hit a dead end. Was this really the way things were going to end? With him growing out of your relationship and deciding that that was fine, while you were left feeling empty and staring into the void with the white noise of a once shared television set in the background, alone on a couch where you had spent some of your softest moments together? The Katsuki you knew couldn’t be that cruel...

... Could he?

The sound of the front door slamming shut made your heart stutter and you watched the blond step into the living room, looking stoic and cold as he eyed you. He was standing just a few feet away, but he’d never seemed further away, not even on that day you first made eye contact from across the room back in your second year at UA.

“So much for spending time together, huh?”

The tone of his voice matched his features with an crispness that chilled you inside and out.

Your eyebrows knit together, slowly realising that he was somehow making you feel responsible for the situation you were in. “Excuse you? If you wanted to spend time so much, then you had every opportunity to do so, I’d say. I’ve been waiting here for you all night. I’m always waiting. How am I to blame, here?”

Katsuki’s features hardened even further, evolving into a look you’d never seen him direct at you. “You have got to be kidding me. For once, I was trying to do the right thing here--”

“Do the right thing? By leaving me here by myself again? Do you think I like preparing food I know you won’t eat? Do you think I like going to sleep and waking up in a cold bed?”

“You had a choice--!”

Bakugou was trying his hardest not to burst out into explosive yelling, and you could see that frustration was getting the better of him. You couldn’t understand what he was getting at. How did you ever have a choice in him not being there when you wanted-- needed him to be there?

Before you could say anything else, Bakugou had made a beeline towards the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind him. That’s when you noticed your eyes burning with tears you were too stubborn to shed. With trembling legs, you went to sit down onto the couch once again, and you wondered if sleeping in your shared bed tonight was even a good idea.

Bakugou’s POV

The days were becoming longer and harsher as Bakugou barely got any sleep, spending his nights staring at the sleeping person next to him -- the one he wanted to impress the most, the one he so desperately wanted to make happy. But he was failing to do so, he could feel it. You barely spent time together, but Bakugou figured that if he became the best, then he would be able to make you proud of him and then life would get easier. Maybe if he achieved his goals faster, he would be able to spend his life by your side comfortably, knowing that he could provide easily and knowing he was doing the best that he could possibly do. The stolen forehead kisses in the middle of the night were left only for him to remember as he watched your resting form, and they were the only thing that kept him going these days. He needed them to get over the heartache that came with the sight of his dinner in the fridge. He was disappointing you. He wasn’t there, couldn’t be good enough. He needed to work harder, be stronger, be better for you.

Back at AU it was easier to assume that he was the best, surrounded by background characters who turned out not to be too terrible to be around. It was easier to imagine that you were proud of him, back then. Once he became a pro hero, though, it seemed like every time he proved his worth as he defeated one villain, an other, stronger villain would provide an even bigger challenge, one that he sometimes couldn’t tackle by himself. He simply wasn’t the best he could be yet, and you deserved the best. But he could see the dried tears on your cheeks late at night, and could hear the nightmares that he had no way of saving you from. Something had to happen. He had to fix this, because it was tearing the two of you apart.

That day, he had met up with Hatsume, who seemed to notice the way Katsuki wasn’t entirely himself. He seemed tired, too tired to even make snide remarks to some of the adjustments Hatsume had suggested. After she’d left, he’d sent you a quick text, asking you to meet him for dinner at your favourite restaurant, so you could finally have a decent conversation. He then went to take care of a few errands before he headed straight to the restaurant, waiting outside and only sporadically checking his phone for the time.

When at first you didn’t respond, let alone join him at the restaurant, he’d felt his heart break, feeling as though you were giving up on him after all. He knew... He knew you weren’t happy with how things were, but he had hoped that maybe you would still give him a chance to fix things, even though he had no idea how he was supposed to do that without giving up on his goals. If making Bakugou give up on his life goals was the only way you would be happy... You would never be that egocentric...

...Would you?

By the time the sun went down and you still hadn’t replied, he felt his anxiety and despair slowly evolve into anger. The least you could do is talk to him about the situation. You owed him that much.

He become so overwhelmed that he ended up sprinting his way back to the shared apartment, where he felt his last nerve being blown up by your behaviour. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to spend time with you. It wasn’t like he hadn’t offered to have a conversation with you, so why wouldn’t you admit that you just didn’t take the chance to fix things?

He needed time to cool off. A cold shower would soothe his nerves. He couldn’t stand watching you fall apart when he had clearly done what he thought was right. It was a two way street, no?

After his shower, he changed into some PJ shorts and a freshly washed shirt. The scent of the fabric softener reminded him of the sheets he found you bundled up in every night, and for some reason it broke his heart once again. He grit his teeth and gripped the edge of the bathroom sink, watching his knuckles turn ivory as he willed himself not to give into emotions that would make him lose control over his composure. He took a few slow breaths and then straightened his back, deciding to clean up after himself and throw his clothes into the hamper. As he did so, his wallet and his phone clattered onto the tiles, making him curse under his breath. He picked them up with a sigh and then checked to see if his phone was still alive.

The clock signalled that it was almost midnight, and he noticed a small crack in the screen right above it, next to the aeroplane icon that signalled...

His phone was on aeroplane mode. How...

That’s when it hit him. Katsuki had put his phone on aeroplane mode during the meeting with Hatsume, and hadn’t touched the settings afterwards. He gulped, feeling a shiver crawling up his spine as he realised just how badly he had fucked up and unlocked his phone.

His text message to you had never been sent.

With dread filling his entire being, he changed the settings and watched several text messages arrive.

[5.21 PM: Y/N] I’m making stew tonight! You’ll be home for dinner, right? [6:45 PM: Y/N] Almost done. Are you close? [7:33 PM: Y/N] I’ll go ahead and eat... I’ll save you some in the fridge... [9:01 PM: Y/N] ...Is everything all right? [10:53 PM: Y/N] Katsuki...?

With a heavy heart, he locked his phone screen once again and unlocked the bathroom door. He padded his way towards the kitchen and made two cups of tea, carefully bringing them over to the living room and setting them down on the coffee table.

He could barely look you in the eye as he pulled out his phone and showed you the message he never actually sent.

His voice was rough when he muttered a soft “I’m sorry. I put my phone on aeroplane mode when I met up with Hatsume. I had no idea. I-- I fucked up. I’m sorry.”

Your POV

When Katsuki came out of the bathroom looking frustrated but infinitely less pissed, you felt a sense of hope bloom in your chest. Even though it was late, you hoped you could at least clear up a thing or two, because you still had no idea what had just happened.

The scent of the tea that hit your senses calmed you down, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of the dip in the couch cushion as Katsuki took a seat next to you. When he showed you his phone, it suddenly became painfully clear what had happened.

After you’d processed what had happened, you felt your throat close up once again. “You idiot...” You looked over at him and watched how he was stubbornly looking at a small stain on the carpet but looking ten different kinds of defeated. “You... absolute idiot.”

He didn’t seem opposed to the insult... not this time.

“Did you wait at the restaurant all this time?”

He reached out for his cup of tea and took a tentative sip, after which he nodded. “At first I thought you were punishing me. Since I’m never home for dinner anymore, I thought you would let me wait a while before showing up, and I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did.”

You scoffed, frowning into the steam that rose from your cup. “I’ve not been... happy about that, but I would never do that to you, Katsuki.”

Katsuki’s nose scrunched up slightly, signalling that he was getting frustrated again. “I just keep fucking up. I keep fucking up and it’s pissing me off because you deserve better, I promised to take care of you--”

“Take care of me?” Your frown intensified, “Katsuki we’re supposed to take care of each other. And that doesn’t mean working so hard you’re barely functioning. I thought you were past all that. I’m behind you and your aspirations 100%, but you know there’s more to life than just proving your worth.”

But he shook his head, “This isn’t about proving my worth anymore, it’s gone beyond that.” He looked up, “It’s about proving your worth. Ours. I want to be good enough for us, and I don’t think I am.”

“Being good enough for us does not include missing out on quality time, Katsuki. It does not include skipping on affection and it definitely doesn’t include not talking to your partner. You are good enough for us, Katsuki, but you have to be around for me to be able to show you that.”

Katsuki looked guilty more than he looked frustrated, then. After a long pause, he nodded in agreement and placed his tea back down onto the coffee table. He kept his gaze fixed on the cup as he tensed his shoulders as if he was bracing himself for what he was about to say. “Y/N... I am really, really sorry.” He looked up, locking his gaze with yours. “I will do better, I promise.”

At this point, you put your cup down as well and placed your hand on Katsuki’s thigh, your features softening slightly. “I know you will. We both will.”

“Do you still love me, Y/N?” He still had a serious expression stretched across his features, but there was a glint of softness in his eyes.

With an unnecessarily heavy sigh, you nodded. “Yeah-- I really do.”

“Good,” Katsuki nodded, taking a moment to remove your hand from his thigh and turn his body towards you, slowly closing the distance between the two of you. The sudden proximity made a shiver crawl up your spine, a sweet smile matching Katsuki’s gaze in softness.

Finally, the sentiment made the corners of Katsuki’s lips curl up, forming a smile that you knew he only shot your way when he knew he was going to make you feel like he wanted to give you the world. The tip of his nose slowly rubbed up and down along yours as his eyelids lowered. When his lips met yours, weeks upon weeks of affection exploded between the two of you, spreading like a frenzy throughout your body. It barely registered how Katsuki cupped you’re jaw as his lips moved along yours. When he pulled back, all you could do was blink up at him, and that did not escape his attention.

“Butterflies?” he asked.

You shook your head slowly, smiling. “Dynamite.”

[blueflamebimbo]

Todoroki x Reader - Home

Dealing with your past and thinking about what it means to have a family isn’t always easy. Having a partner who understands and helps you grow definitely helps, though.

Dedicated to: @nakunakunomi and @silenceofthecookies​  Warnings: mentions of therapy, mental health and family situations Word count: 1.8K

The blearing of the red digits on the alarm clock next to you cut through the darkness of the night. With every second that passed, the frustration that was boiling in the pit of your stomach increased as you counted down the hours and minutes of sleep you could still catch if you fell asleep right that second. It felt like it was no use, however. You hadn’t slept a wink so far, were more preoccupied with keeping your thoughts from spiraling. It was ‘so important to stay focused on what you were really feeling, delving deep into your thoughts and spitting through until you got to the core of your concerns’ – your therapist had told you that was the best way to keep you from spiraling too often.

“Try to make sense of what you are really feeling and what caused it, rather than to run with the feeling of being overwhelmed and letting it take over your thought process. Imagining scenarios in which it all gets even worse won’t help you process any of your internal struggles, Y/N.”

And of course, it made sense. Your therapist always made sense. She’d also warned you that the process wouldn’t be a short nor an easy one. You’d figured that going to see her and talking to her would already lift a big weight off your chest, however there was still a lot of work to do outside of the sessions – that was the worst part. Therapy was easy. You’d sit there, maybe crack a joke or two about your trauma and she’d sigh, tut softly, and remind you of better coping mechanisms. Therapy sessions were fine. The nights you spent lying awake and going over what had been and what currently was – and especially what could very well be in the future, was less easy.

You rolled over to find Shōto sleeping serenely next to you. The soft tufts of white and red where messily spread across his forehead and his pillow, the ponytail he had put his hair up into almost completely coming undone during his nightly tossing and turning. It made you smile to know that at least one of you was finding it easy to disappear into a world of peaceful slumber. After all the drama he’d had to go through throughout his life, you were relieved to know that his life had somewhat come together. Shōto was trying his best to make it work with his parents and his siblings – something that didn’t come as easy as you’d hoped, but Shōto’s efforts were definitely showing these days.

It was because of his complicated history with his family that he understood you so well. People never get to choose our own families, at least not those that we’re assigned to by blood. When those bonds go awry, it’s often hard to feel like you belong at all. That’s why Shōto had always felt so easy to be around. He understood what it was like living alongside people who couldn’t or wouldn’t understand you, how painful that could be.

You had to avert your eyes, then, a new wave of desperation washing over you. At this point you were bound to wake up your partner and you couldn’t bear to think about that. He more than deserved his rest. You slowly slipped from under the covers, your toes hitting the wood that made up the floor. The air was cold around you, the year’s end was near and there was snow sticking to the ground outside of Shōto’s parental home. His siblings were out for the weekend, leaving the two of you with an opportunity to have a cozy few days of quality time. You carefully inched your way throughout the darkness of the room and towards a silver sliver of moonlight that peeked through the curtains. When you got to the window, you carefully pulled the fabric to the side and let out the breath you’d been holding.

The moon painted the entire world outside in an almost magical shade of platinum. It somehow set your mind at ease, halted your thoughts, and released the tension from your shoulders. You loved spending time at Shōto’s parental home. The two of you were saving up to move in together, so for now it felt incredibly soothing to steal a few private moments together and not have to worry about time management or distance. You nearly shrieked when you felt two arms slowly creeping along your sides as Shōto slid in behind you and rested his chin on your right shoulder. He remained silent, however, merely enjoying the view along with you.

You let out a soft sigh and cleared your throat, your hands gently settling on top of his and leaning into his embrace. “I’m sorry, love, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Shōto merely moved his chin and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, a soft hum rumbling up from his chest. “Don’t worry, the bed just got a little cold, that’s all.”

Silence fell across the room once again, but it appeared that Shōto could hear the wheels turning in your head. “Did you have a rough session again, today?” His voice sounded gravelly, like he wasn’t fully awake. You nodded, your teeth finding your bottom lip.

“Mhmm. I’ll be fine in the morning, I’m sure. It’s all just a bit overwhelming now, and I can’t seem to get my mind to quiet down.”

You could feel Shōto nodding in understanding, seemingly mulling over your words. “Can I help?”

A soft laugh fell from your lips, your eyebrows raising in disbelief. “I’m not sure, honestly. It seems a bit – hopeless, tonight.”

That’s when you felt him squeezing your sides softly before pulling away. “Get dressed, love. I have an idea.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were dressed and mostly confused. Shōto led you outside into the garden, and you shivered from head to toe. He took your hand in his, and it felt warm – not hot, never hot. In of the years that you had been dating, Shōto had never felt like a blazing fire. He had always been this smoldering warmth; a warmth that healed you from the inside out; a warmth that resembled the feeling of sitting inside by the fire during a blizzard; a warmth that would always shield you. It was a fire that strangely felt like home. The feeling of your hand in his made you relax. You looked up at the sky, which seemed even darker compared to the radiant moon, and felt snowflakes gently land on your cheeks. Your breath visibly travelled up into the world, and it invoked a small smile to your features.

“It’s beautiful out here, Shōto. Thank you for this.”

When you looked back at your partner, his eyes were on you and only on you. He seemed almost enchanted. He seemed to snap out of it when you spoke.

“Come on,” he said, “take a seat.” Shōto cleared away the snow from a bench in the garden and made sure it was mostly dry by the time both of you sat down. You pressed yourself up against his warm side and let yourself give in to the tranquility of the moment. Shōto took your hand once more and you watched the way his thumb softly caressed the back of your hand. You figured this would be how you would spend some time together, basking in the peace and quiet of the garden, but then Shōto softly spoke:

“Sometimes I look at Bakugou or Jirou’s parents and I get envious. They grew up in a relatively normal household, without all too many issues. Some days I find that hard to cope with, almost unfair. I wonder what that would have been like – to grow up like that, to feel secure like that. But then I look at my own family and at how far we’ve come, and I realize I wouldn’t be the person that I am today, without that past. I’ve learned from my parents’ mistakes; I’ve learned from my siblings’ issues. I’ve grown into a person who understands conflict and who knows how to process it – at least to a certain extent,” he paused, “and so I can only come to the conclusion that, when you’re growing into who you really are, you have a choice to learn from your environment and take those lessons with you into the future. There’s nobody who can force you to continue a cycle you weren’t happy with, growing up. All you can do is figure out who and what makes you happy and choose how you want to shape your own future, I suppose.”

He nodded, then, mostly to himself. “While learning from my past, I’ve decided what I want for my future. I want the lessons I have learned to guide me into happiness,” and then he looked up, smiling at you gently, “and I want that with the person who makes me happiest. That’s you, Y/N.”

Shōto shrugged, continuing, “I can’t promise you things will be easy for you, not for a while, but I can promise you will not be in this by yourself. I want to be there in the same way that you were there for me when I had to go through that process.”

You could feel tears starting to well up, that well-known lump forming in your throat making it hard for you to speak. “I can’t – I can’t say how long it will take, though—” you started, but Shōto shook his head, seemingly ever so calm.

“You don’t have to promise me anything, other than that you’ll let me be there for you. I’m so proud of you, just as you are. And I promise feeling this lost isn’t permanent. Someday, we’ll sit on this bench once again and realize that our lives have settled. I want to be there for you because I want to see you flourish throughout this process, and I know you will. I want to see you grow and I want to hold your hand through all of it.”

“Shōto—”

But Shōto seemed to be spiraling through this monologue in the best way possible, looking almost flushed as he stuffed one of his hands in his pocket and cleared his voice for a moment, looking a bit self-conscious, then – almost resembling the shy, awkward boy you met so many years ago.

“I’d planned on doing this with better timing, really. But the way I see it, it might be even better to make you realize that you’re exactly who I want to build that future with. We choose our own family from now on, Y/N. And that’s what I want us to be. I want to be your home.”

And with that, he pulled out a small, wooden box, turned it towards you, and opened it. His eyes showed no hesitation – they were merely filled with determination, devotion, and hope for the future.

[blueflamebimbo]

Kirishima x Reader - Our Best

Eijirou invites you to go to the zoo with him, and even though it's getting late, who are you to say no to that wonderful idiot?

Dedicated to: @nakunakunomi Warnings: mentioning of blood (but it’s just a scratch, i promise it’s all fluffy) Word count: 4K 

"Eijiro," you called out to the red head in front of you, "wait up!" The boy turned around, flashed a toothy grin and then stopped in his tracks, nodding towards the small food stand that sold fries and other types of snacks. 

"It's nearly six o'clock," he stated, eyeing his phone before he glanced back at you. "We should probably grab a bite to eat before the zoo closes and we have to get back to campus. I'm sure the others will have eaten without us." 

With a purse of your lips and a determined nod, the two of you walked towards the food stand. It was a pity you the two of you had missed the bus and then arrived at the zoo much later than you had first anticipated. Arriving a mere two hours before closing time almost seemed like a shame, like it was hardly worth it, but Eijiro had insisted. He had a year pass and could come back whenever he wanted to, so even if the two of you didn't get to see everything, you could always continue your adventure some other day. "The weather's too nice to stay inside, Y/N, we shouldn't waste it," he had said. That's how the two of you burst through the zoo's entrance gates a few minutes past four in the afternoon, with the sun warming your skin and Eijiro's hair looking even brighter than usual. Just looking at it made you smile.

"What do you feel like having? My treat!" 

Your eyes widened and a surprised chuckle forced its way from your chest, "Oh no-! No, no, that's really not necessary, I can-"

"Nope! Not going to happen! I said what I said!" he insisted with a nonchalant shrug. 

Defeated, you gave him a look. "You're incorrigible. Fine, I'll pay next time. I'll have- I'll have a slushie!" 

This time it was Eijiro's turn to give you a look. "A slushie? That's all you're having?" He rolled his eyes and nodded towards the benches. "Wait for me over there, I'll be right over.”

You found a spot on the benches and pulled your phone from your pocket. Kyoka had sent you a meme and asked how things were going. After you threw a glance towards a very enthusiastic red head who was waiting for the line to get shorter, you typed out a quick reply and snickered at the way Kyoka immediately sent a message back stating that Bakugo was yelling at first years, much to the amusement of everyone present, except for maybe Ochaco.

It seemed that time had passed faster than you had realised, because Eijiro suddenly took a seat next to you. What you saw made you do a double take at the man sitting there. He had a hold of two servings of chili cheese fries and one big, blue flavoured slushie. 

"So- you're hungry, huh?" You laughed, taking the slushie from him so he could get started on his fries. 

"Not so much, these are for you." He handed over one serving of the chili cheese fries and shook his head, closing his eyes and speaking solemnly, "One doth not skippeth dinner in this household." 

You blinked at him. First of all, the nerve. Secondly-

"I know you're the Shakespeare connoisseur, but let's pretend that was a direct quote and skip what I'm sure would have been an amazing argument. I also know for a fact that you love these, Kyoka told me last time we were at Birgor Kung, and slushies are not food, so you'll need to eat anyhow."

Your shoulders sagged. Eijiro was an idiot, but an attentive one. "Fine, but I'm sharing my slushie with you whether you like it or not," you huffed. 

After a quick dinner, you decided to head towards the tigers, they were near the back of the park and you had enough time to take a quick peek at them before you headed out. Once the both of you got there, the sun was still high enough in the sky to shine golden rays onto the orange beasts who were lazily lounging in the grass. They were honestly mesmerizing. 

"It's funny, isn't it?" 

It was only when Eijiro looked at you that you realised you'd said it out loud. "What's funny?" 

A soft laugh rolled off your tongue, you felt a little stupid for being so-- well, almost philosophical. "It just seems funny to me that kids come here and look at them and think about how strong and beautiful they are. They don't see danger; they just see something to look up to. When you ask a kid what kind of animal they'd like to be, nine out of ten will say something like a lion or a tiger because they associate them with strength, not danger."

Eijiro said nothing, his lips slightly parted and his pointy teeth peeking out from under his top lip as he simply listened to your words. 

"When we grow older, however, we start realising that what we used to think was simply beautiful and strong, might also be harmful if we have no control over it. I wonder if-," you paused, unsure of how to continue. 

The last time you were able to speak your mind about something similar, Eijiro had been just as quiet, which was a huge change to his usually bubbly persona. In the end he had smiled and pulled you into a tight hug. You might have teared up a little, and at that moment you realised that what you felt for Eijiro, and what made you feel so comfortable around him, definitely reached beyond the boundaries of friendship. 

"I wonder if other people would look at us the same. I can image that some people - people who aren't heroes - look at us and wonder if we will ever be dangerous instead of strong and striving for justice. What if they're afraid of us like they're afraid of a loose tiger, because they can't grasp what we are and they can't control us?"

Eijiro looked out in front of him, at the tigers in the grass. He seemed to mull over the words in his head and let out a soft hum, like he was about to say something he wasn't quite sure how to phrase.

"They- They seem kind of chill, though? I don't think they'll hurt anyone?" For a moment you had no idea what he was talking about, until you followed his gaze and saw the tigers. You closed your eyes and let out the deepest sigh. "That's not-"

Eijiro laughed, and the sound caused you to open your eyes. 

"I'm just joking, Y/N, no worries." He sighed, "But honestly, when I look at them lying there like that, all I know is that they are strong, that they will use that strength to protect their friends whenever they can and that their strength does not - you know - define them?" 

You didn't know how to react to that. 

"Do you think that people might fear your quirk?" he asked.

The question seemed to appear out of thin air, and yet it didn't. You looked at him, your eyes wide yet soft and full of doubt. "I'm not sure. Sometimes. I've heard people - talk. They think I might use my quirk to influence people in a bad way, and I don't know how I should feel about that." 

This time, Eijiro was quick to shake his head. "I don't think that's true. I think people see our quirks and hope that we'll prove to them that we use our strengths to protect those who can't protect themselves. It's not about what kind of quirk you have, it's about what you do with it. I think we're proving that we're the good guys by working hard, both in school and during the internships." He grinned as he sent a cheeky wink your way. "We're at UA, you know? We're the bestest ones in the game!" 

He continued, "I get it, though. Sometimes I feel weird about it, too. I don't exactly look very cuddly when I use my quirk. But those guys over there are pretty tough, and kids look up to them, too, no? That's what you said." You had to agree with him on that one. "Y-Yeah - I guess you're right." He tilted his head to the side, his trademark grin stretched across his features. 

"Feel better?"

With a firm nod, you let out a heavy breath, feeling some of the stress from before lift from your shoulders. You decided to head back to the entrance. Without realising how late it had become, the two of you strolled towards the iron gates at a leisurely pace. When you got there, however, the gates were closed and there wasn't a person in sight.

"What the-" Eijiro frowned, pulling his phone from his pocket. "Uhh—Y/N? It's... It's seven o'clock. The park's been closed for over an hour." 

Your eyes widened. "What? What will we do now? Should we call someone? We could call Aizawa-sensei, maybe he can come and get us!" 

Eijiro seemed to have something else in mind. He pursed his lips and looked back at the empty park, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Well... Would be a shame if we didn't stick around and enjoyed having the park to ourselves for at least a little while, no?" 

You groaned, "Eijiro, we'll get into trouble..." 

"Because of what? Because of who? Who's going to tell on us? The penguins? I'm pretty sure they're cool with it." He took your hand in his and grinned that goddamned grin. "Come on, just for a little bit."

Five minutes later, you were both heading towards the side of the park, and you would've wondered where exactly you were going if you weren't so focused on the fact that Eijiro was still. holding. your hand. You arrived at a wooden fence that separated that part of the zoo from the next, where you could already see a charming little bridge crossing a narrow stream that lead from one pond to the other. 

"That's unfortunate," you chuckled. "I don't think we can-" Eijiro had let go of your hand, put his hands on the fence and climbed over it. You blinked blankly, staring at the idiot on the other side of the fence who was motioning for you to follow him. "You're-," you sighed, "You're going to be the death of me."

Half a minute, some effort and lots of huffing later, you were standing next to the other red head and smiled when he didn't hesitate to take your hand again and pulled you towards the bridge. Once you stepped onto it, you playfully squeezed his hand, causing him to flinch.

"What's wrong?" 

Looking down at your intertwined fingers, your eyes grew wide. "Oh my god!" "You're bleeding!" 

He let go of your hand and carefully inspected your fingers. There was blood smeared across both your hand and his, but the fact that he had been the one to flinch made it evident that it wasn't you who was bleeding. 

"I'm not bleeding, you dummy, you are!" You took his hand and turned it over to take a look, discovering a long, thin cut across his middle finger. 

Eijiro frowned, looking back at the fence, "I must have cut myself climbing over."

You were already steering him towards the middle of the bridge, where you motioned him to take a seat. You opened your bag and pulled out a packet of tissues and a small bottle of water. Carefully, you cleaned the cut and got rid of the smears on his skin. You retrieved a band aid from your wallet and gently wrapped up Eijiro's boo-boo. 

When you looked back up, Eijiro was already smiling at you. "Thanks- And, sorry, I got-" he sighed, "I got blood all over you." He reached down, pulled a new tissue from the pack and poured a little water on it. "Uhh- Can I?" 

You hesitated, a little embarrassed about the whole situation. Then again, you had helped him, so it was cute that he would want to do the same. "Yeah, okay. Sure." You held out your hand and his eyes grew serious as he carefully cleaned the smears off your skin. It was almost like he was afraid to hurt you, like you were the one with the cut in their hand. It amused you and caused a chuckle to bubble up from your chest. 

"What's so funny?" he asked, his eyes big and curious as he looked up into yours.

You shook your head. You couldn't bear to make fun of him when he was like this: kind, soft and caring. "I'm just ticklish, that's all."

When he finished cleaning up your hand, you both stayed on the bridge for a while. You'd never been to this side of the zoo, so it was nice to spend some time on the little bridge, both lying on your stomach as you looked down into the stream and talking about the koi fish you saw, about Eijiro and his mom fighting over what to name the new puppy they got and about the breakdown you had when you heard the first essay of the semester didn't turn out so well as you had hoped. No matter what you talked about with the other red head, it seemed he was always either quiet and understanding or he was there to brighten the mood with his positive outlook on things. 

The sun was starting to set by the time the two of you walked down the bridge, and a cold breeze was starting to blow through your hair. You did not get cold easily, but the sudden drop in temperature did make you shiver. Neither of you had brought jackets and you could tell Eijiro was thinking the same.

“Maybe we can head into the aquarium? I don't think the wind will be able to get to us, there." 

You agreed with a nod and followed him into the building. There was no lock on the big door; you could just push through, so in a matter of minutes you were in a dark building surrounded by countless sea creatures. The only light that was streaming in came from the lights that illuminated the aquariums. The warmth from that day had flowed into the building continuously, so even now that things were cooling down outside, the air inside of the building was warm and comforting. 

You strolled through the hallways of the aquarium for what seemed like ages, and eventually you sat down against a wall, looking out on a huge display behind which rainbow eels were seemingly panicking their way through life. The sight of them made both of you laugh, they looked entirely too pretty, entirely too funny. 

"Are you cold?" he asked.

You shook your head, "Not really. You?"

He shook his head almost violently, and it made you snicker. "Are you sure?"

Eijiro smiled sheepishly, "I mean- I'm a little chilly, but it's fine!" 

With a smile on your face, you scooted a little closer. "Is that better?" 

The red head pursed his lips and scooted closer still until his shoulder was pressed against yours. He nudged you. "I suppose that's good, yeah!" The mischievous grin he always wore was plastered across his face once again. 

Time passed by like fish in a water tank, and soon you felt Eijiro's spikey hair tickle your cheek as he nodded off against your shoulder. You looked out in front of you, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you disappeared into your own thoughts. 

The first time you realised you liked Eijiro, you almost got into a fight because you had no idea what to do with the information and you had opted to distance yourself from him, which just confused him so much it came to a weird not-argument about having done something wrong or not. Friendship was easy, especially with someone like him. Of course you'd fall for the doofus who found it easy to befriend just about anyone as long as they had a heartbeat. Sometimes it made you wonder if that was the only reason the two of you got to hang out so much. Was it because he was like that with everyone? But Kyoka had pointed out that even Bakugo had noticed his best friend was spending a lot of time with you. Luckily, you and Bakugo hadn't really argued since your first year at UA, and there was at least some kind of mutual respect between the two of you, so it didn't worry you all too much. If it was really the case that Eijiro wanted to hang out with you as much as he did, was it because you could both be goofy and serious together, or was there something he wasn't telling you? 

The thoughts that swarmed you eventually died down, and you could feel your eyes drooping before you eventually fell asleep with your cheek tucked against the top of Eijiro's head. 

"Y/N?" 

You were pulled out of your dreams when a familiar voice called out to you, and slowly you opened your eyes. Eijiro was smiling at you sleepily, rubbing at one of his eyes. "Hey-- It's-- Ah, it's six o'clock in the morning. If we want to get back to campus in time for classes, we should probably head back." 

Suddenly very awake, you shot up and groaned when your back cracked a little. "Yeah, we probably should." Part of you felt bad for doing something as illegal as spending the night in a zoo, but the other part of you, the part that was slightly louder than the first, was sad about your adventure with Eijiro being over already. 

Eijiro got up first and held out his hand to help you up. He led the way out of the aquarium and across the bridge. It did not escape your attention that hand holding had become... a thing, now. It made you wonder. When you climbed over the fence towards the main part of the zoo, you gave Eijiro a look that told him to be more careful than the previous time he hopped over. 

The two of you arrived at the entrance gates safely, but since it was still too early for the zoo to open, there was still the slight hiccup of not knowing how to get out. Eijiro scanned his surroundings and nodded towards the side of the park. "That wall over there is much lower than the gates, so if I can give you a nudge, you can hop on the wall and then you can pull me up." 

You raised your eyebrows at him. "You really think that will work?" 

He grinned that toothy grin and shrugged, "Let's find out, shall we?"

After a quick jog towards the wall Eijiro mentioned, you looked up at it sceptically, but Eijiro was already kneeling and activating his quirk so his back hardened. 

"All right!" he said, "Let's do this!"

You really envied his faith in your athleticism but decided to trust him. This was Eijiro, after all. You took a few deep breaths as you stepped back and ran up to him, stepped one of your feet onto his back and then pulled yourself up onto the wall. It took some clinging and some squirming, but after a few nerve-wracking moments you were sitting on top of the wall and grinning down at the other red head. 

"I did it!" 

He got up and laughed, "Yeah, you did! Care to give me a hand, now?" 

You nodded and made sure you were sitting securely atop the wall before you reached out your hand. Eijiro took your hand and you tried pulling as much as your strength allowed you to. His other hand managed to grab onto the top of the wall, and the rest was done with some clumsy footwork. 

After a slightly scary jump off the wall, the two of you were beaming as you raced down the street towards the bus stop. Once you got on the bus back to UA, the both of you were all smiles as you looked at the scenery that passed you. Somehow your head found its way to Eijiro's shoulder, and somehow he smiled at you with those kind eyes, and he said nothing. 

You arrived on campus a few minutes after seven. It seemed only logical to just head towards the dorms to get changed, but then Eijiro stopped you at the door.

"Y/N?" 

You looked up at him, expecting to see that beaming smile, but coming face to face with Eijiro's big, curious eyes. He seemed serious, and for a moment you got nervous. He looked so charming, so warm and so soft, especially with the way the spikes of his hair were sagging and his eyes gave away just how sleepy he still was. It was becoming very hard to deny how much this young man made you happy, and had been doing so for months now. Maybe, just maybe--

"Uhh-- I have two questions for you?" 

You smiled. "Okay?" 

He cleared his voice, a smile slowly creeping its way onto his features. "It was nice. Really nice. It didn't go as planned, I know-- but I still had a lot of fun. I always have fun when I'm with you, you know?" He gulped, "I want-- I think. No, I'd like-- Yes, I'd like-- to take you on a real date. Please. If you want. If that's-- cool with you," he grinned.

For a moment, you had no idea what to do, what to think or what to say. 

"If you don't want to, that's--", Eijiro started, his smile faltering a little.

"No--!" Your eyes went wide. "No, I'd love to!" 

There it was again, that smile that brightened your day, nearly every damned day since you enrolled into this school. You smiled right back and hummed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "You had another question for me, right?"

Eijiro nodded, looking a little nervous now. "Can I-- kiss you?"

This time, you didn't hesitate, didn't leave room for question or misinterpretation. "Yes, please." 

You couldn't decide which side of him you liked more. The goofy, enthusiastic ball of energy or the soft, caring and supportive gem. But then it struck you. You wouldn't have to choose, because the boy in front of you was all of that and much more.

Eijiro took a step forward and reached up, one of his hands cupping your cheek. You felt his thumb stroking across the apple of your cheek as he smiled down at you like he'd burst if he didn't. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours, his eyes slipping shut as he closed the rest of the distance between the two of you, his other hand finding its way to yours. 

The kiss lasted for just a few seconds, but it was more than anything you'd hoped for. When Eijiro pulled away, the both of you were grinning like idiots. "We should probably head inside before the teachers find out and get us in trouble," you said.

Eijiro agreed and intertwined his fingers with yours before he stepped back and gently guided you towards the door. 

When you walked into the building, a very grumpy looking Aizawa was staring the both of you down. "The two of you have a lot of explaining to do." You flinched at those words, a little worried about what Aizawa would do to the two of you. 

Aizawa's eyes landed on your intertwined fingers and you watched him raise one of his eyebrows. "What's going on? What are you two doing?"

Eijiro just looked back at you, smiled and said, "Our best, professor. We're doing our best."

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I’m here to send this headcanon into the void: Dabi listens to NF.

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