#bnha color spreads

[hkartincolor]

Chapter 394: Color spread - 9th Anniversary art

[z-mizcellaneous-z]

DJKAHDJSS Y'ALLLLLLL

DEKU'S ORANGE GLOVESJAKFKSJD

BUT NOT ONLY THAT

EVERYONE IS LOOKING AT THE CAMERA.

EVERYONE EXCEPT KATSUKI.

KATSUKI'S LOOKING AT IZUKU

[gregor-the-man-man]

A Color Spread to finish Togavember, with some of my favorite drawings

[violetearuby]

Izuku & Katsuki from MHA TUM 36 Color Spread💕

Thanks to Akiyama-sensei🥺💕

[sparkles-and-trash]

I’m sobbing, my babies, they’re so happy, Deku’s silly pose and Bakugo fighting a smile and Iida, Shouto and Shoji like my GOD look at them, Mina’s soft happiness, Jiro linking arms with Koda and Tokoyami petting Dark Shadow and Momo and Tsu and HAGAKURE!!! and Ochako’s soft smile and Sero’s silly glasses and Kiri’s huge smile and Denki’s silly little thumbs up I am literallY SO HAPPY AND FULL OF LOVE

[mhacentral]

[haleigh-sloth]

It’s so nice to see how Hori’s out-of-manga art tells the story in snippets.

[trash-and-only-mha-trash]

THIS IS??? SO GOOD????

[theophagie-remade]

At least we have soft smile Kacchan

[doumadono]

Synopsis: The BNHA boys confess their love to you for the very first time

MASTERLIST

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku had been feeling his heart race whenever he was around you, his girlfriend, but he was nervous about expressing his feelings.

One evening, you were sitting together on a bench at the park, watching the sunset after a long day of hero training. The colors of the sky reflected in your eyes, making you look even more beautiful, in his little opinion.

Izuku took a deep breath and, mustering up all his courage, he gently took your hand in his. He looked into your Y/E/C eyes and said, "You know, being with you makes me feel like I can do anything. You've always believed in me, and I can't thank you enough for that. I… I love you."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and then a bright smile spread across your face. You pulled him into a warm hug, replying, "Izuku, I love you too. You've always been my hero."

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo had never been great with words, especially when it came to expressing emotions. But he knew he had to tell his girlfriend how he felt because keeping it inside was driving him crazy.

You were spending a day at the city center, and Bakugo had been trying to build up the courage to say those three words all day long.

As the sun was setting and the sky turned shades of pink and orange, you were walking down the street, hand in hand. Bakugo suddenly stopped and turned to face you, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Listen, dumbass," he began gruffly, "I… I care about you a lot. More than I thought I would. Hell, I… I love you, okay? So don't go getting any ideas about leaving me or some shit like that."

Your eyes softened, and you hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Katsuki. And I'm not going anywhere, my fierce warrior."

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto had always been reserved, and expressing his feelings was a challenge for him. But his girlfriend had shown him what it meant to love and be loved, and he wanted to reciprocate that.

You were at a peaceful park, sitting on a bench and sharing some ice cream after another day of your internship at his father's agency. Shoto was staring at the ground, trying to find the right words.

Finally, he looked up at you, his heterochromatic eyes filled with warmth. "You've brought so much light into my life," he said softly. "I never thought I could feel this way about someone. But I do. I love you."

You smiled, and a tear of joy escaped your eye. You reached out and touched his cheek gently. "Shoto, you have my heart. I love you too, with all of it."

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

Despite being a pro-hero, expressing emotions didn't come naturally to Hawks. But his feelings for you were undeniable, and he wanted to be sincere in his confession.

He decided to write a heartfelt letter, expressing all the things he admired and loved about you. He left it on your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers (yes, deep inside, Keigo was a true romantic at heart).

Later that day, he received a call from you. You were thanking him for the beautiful letter. Hawks asked if you liked it, to which you replied with a teasing tone, "Well, Mr. Hero, you're supposed to be observant, right? What do you think?" Hawks couldn't resist the playful challenge and responded, "I think… I think you did. Y/N, I love you." He felt the weight of his heart lifting as he admitted his feelings.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Dabi had always been distant and reserved, but his girlfriend saw through his tough exterior and understood the pain he carried.

One evening, you were sitting together on the rooftop of LOV hideout, watching the sunset. The warm colors of the sky seemed to ignite a spark of courage within him.

Dabi turned to you, gently intertwining his fingers with yours, and whispered softly, "You know, I've always believed that my heart was frozen, but you… you've been thawing it all along. I never thought I could love someone so deeply, but I love you, Y/N."

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you could see the sincerity in his words. You reached out and gently touched his cheek, "Dabi, you don't have to say more. I can feel it too. I love you too."

Shigaraki Tomura (Tenko Shimura)

Shigaraki had always been awkward with emotions, but as he grew closer to you, he found himself wanting to be more open with you about his feelings.

You had just finished a long and eventful day of planning their next move as villains. With everyone else occupied, Shigaraki and you found a rare moment of peace in the dimly lit common room.

As you sat on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder, Shigaraki felt a mix of comfort and vulnerability, something he rarely experienced. He could feel his heart pounding as he debated whether or not to share his feelings. His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm, and he finally gathered the courage to speak up. "Hey... There's something I've been wanting to tell you," he began, his voice unusually soft. "You mean a lot to me. More than I ever thought someone could. You're always there, supporting me and understanding me. And... I love you."

You leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Tomura, I love you too."

dividers by @cafekitsune

[hkartincolor]

Anniversary Color Spreads (1-9)

[hollyjay]

*kicks down the door* HI IM SO LATE FOR THIS SORRY BUT FOR THE MOST RECENT COLOR PALLETTE THINGY!!!! muddy knees for deku?

I gave him a mullet

[shotorozu]

for the physical intimacy prompts! shoto and hugging from behind, please? 💕

PARTING WAYS — SHOUTO

(send me a bnha character + a physical intimacy prompt and i’ll make something out of it!)

note(s): shotorozu comeback real 😱⁉️

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today was the happiest you’ve ever felt in regards to your love life.

which is funny because, you never knew the idea of this day happening would ever come to fruition— let alone happen.

the day the both of you are accompanying each other, and only each other, the day shouto would appear at your dorm room with a single flower in his hand to ask you out on a date— his face schooled into a perfectly composed, almost still expression, while his ears were burning red (particularly his left ear, how cute.)

there was an adoring sense of awkwardness (surprisingly) when he asks you, “would you like to go on a date with me?” he pauses for a quick second to offer you the flower. the blush from his ears was now spreading onto his cheeks. “this is for you.”

you’ve never said yes so quickly.

but the day flew past the both of you quicker.

you’ve only realized how the day was nearing its end, when the sight of the height alliance building was getting closer and closer with each step, and when you took note of how the sun was already making it’s dip to the horizon— the colors of the sky turning into a variation of oranges and blues, like it was an artist’s mixing palette.

you two were making lighthearted conversation up until that point, about anything really. it came naturally, from fun things that happened moments prior, to things either of you seen or heard during passing.

then came the realization, and it was starting to dawn on you that the day was ending and the two of you would have to go back to doing academics and heroics training.

(which was— and still is, never a problem. you just aren’t sure on when there’ll be another opportunity for you to seize more dates with him, due to how busy it is to be a student— especially a UA student.)

he must’ve thought the same, as he was the one to step in front of you, eyes twinkling with an adoring daze, and his hand found yours— fingers toying with yours affectionately.

in return, you were the first one to speak, breaking the quiet—

“i enjoyed today.” you say lightly, “being with you.. thank you so much for doing this,” you say positively, and you make eye contact with him.

there’s hope brewing inside of you— that there’ll be another, and another..

his mouth shifts into a small, genuine smile. “thank you for allowing me. i would.. hope for another date. that is, if you would allow me again, regardless of when—”

“of course i would,” you squeeze his hand to prevent yourself from jittering from excitement. “you’re the best i’ll ever have.”

he smiles at that note, and the two of you don’t say anything for a bit.

you breathe in, unable to conceal the fact that you’re starting to jitter, as you ask— “can i hug you?”

it takes a moment for him to respond, his heterochromatic eyes widening— and it looks as if he’s holding his breath for a second, surprised, and not being able to know how to respond.

but it didn’t take much longer for him to, “sure.” he replies as composed as he could get right now. there’s another beat of quiet, as he slowly opens his arms out for you, like a blooming flower. his cheeks flash warm again, when he analyzes the look on your face— which must be similar to his expression.

and then, you’re pressing yourself against him and wrapping him into a hug— arms folded around his mid-back loosely, and you rub your hands up and down his back soothingly. your hold is loose, as if you’re testing the waters, observing how he reacts.

before you could continue your observations, shouto pulls back from the embrace momentarily, only for him to push himself back into your embrace, and at a much closer proximity.

his arms drew up, and his arms wrapped around you firmly. firm, as in stronger than your hold— keep you close and lock you in, like he’s hesitant to let you go, but not strong enough to hurt you.

but even then, you aren’t sure if you’d mind if he did.

he hugs you like he’s never hugged in a long time, and it showed itself in the way you two lost your balances for a second, and the you definitely would’ve stumbled if it weren’t for him.

he manages to make sure you two don’t collapse— one hand pressed on the small of your back for stability, and he softly rocks you back and forth in his hug, his left side suddenly flashed warmer, making you cozier than ever.

(though you aren’t sure if it’s him that’s making you warmer, or it’s really just you. it was hard not to startle at his sudden boldness.)

the two of you remain that for a while, and after some time passes, he shoves his face into your shoulder. you sigh, pressing him closer to feel his warm.

it takes a minute for your gaze to fall onto the window, just having noticed the clump of shadows. (that was definitely not there) only to realize that the “clump of shadows” was actually just more than half of your classmates collected at the window, like an army of ants swarming over a small spill of sugar.

they were onlooking the two of you, like there was an interesting phenomenon seen once in a decade happening— with expressions that looked like proud parents, and hero fangirls.

you have a little bit of shame, so you try to pull back (to no avail) with shouto’s hold making you stay locked in place.

“shouto, they’re staring.”

“who?” he asks, like he was just disturbed from a nap— sounding hushed, and unbothered as ever.

“like.. more than half of the class.”

he hums thoughtfully, you feel the vibrations and it almost tickles. “is aizawa sensei there?”

a thoughtful question. he isn’t there, thankfully.

although the strict teacher has both of your respects to no end— you would definitely never do something like this, if you knew he was near. you don’t need to explain what the two of you were doing, but it isn’t exactly a preferred situation.

“no.” you answer, which causes him to hum again.

“then we will continue.” he insists, going still as he hugs you for some more.

more than half of the class collected themselves to watch to two of you hug affectionately, and for longer that was expected. it would’ve been sickening, had they not seen the excruciating process that they all had to witness, just to get to this point.

“they’re so cute!” uraraka and mina sigh, feeling like a proud mother.

“they’re actin’ like they’re goin’ off to a different planet.”bakugou observes with a disgusted scowl, and with a tone that sounds like he could care less. he scoffs, “and they look like parasites.”

but everybody knew— he did. even if it was secretly, and shown uniquely.

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[howhow326]

ML X BNHA au (just me transplanting ML characters into BNHA world)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug

Quirk: Miracle (Marinette's body produces a type of red energy that uses her life force as a source. Marinette can use her energy to create physical objects that disappear after 5 minutes. She can also use her energy to heal cracks in objects and living beings, but this weakens her dramatically.)

Marinette is just a normal girl from China (Her Dad moved to China instead of her Mom moving to France) with a normal life. And a hero level quirk. Her father's bread catalyst quirk and her mother's chi flow quirk combined to make Marinette's Miracle quirk, which was deterimined by scientists to be one of the strongest powers in Beijing. It was decided, not by Marinette, that she would become a Pro-Hero and attend a Hero school of her choice to develop her powers. Marinette, who just wanted to be a fashion designer, decided to go to the Japanese school U.A. as a way to spite the Chinese order of guardians that decided to rip her from her dream, and also to see more of the world for artistic inspiration. During her first day in Japan, Marinette saw a ladybug that inspired her hero name, Ladybug; the fashion hero!

Marinette's best friends: Alya, Izuku, Momo

Adrien Agreste/ Chat Noir

Quirk: Bête Noir (Adrien has special paw pads on the palms of his hands. Whenever he touches something with his paw pads, the object breaks apart. Adrien wears special gloves so he dosen't use his power on accident. Adrien also has the ears and tail of a cat.)

Adrien's mother died while giving birth to him, which drove his father into insanity. Gabriel Agreste became Hawkmoth, the number one villain of France. After terroizing the country for years, he was finally stopped when All-might went on vacation in Paris. While Gabriel's house was being raided, All might found a small locked room with the sign "bête noir". When the room was broken into, they found a servearly neglected Adrien Agreste sleeping in a white box. The boy was rescued and placed into the custody of his British family, who were horrified by what Gabriel was doing to him. After a few years, Adrien decided to enroll into U.A. so he could thank All-might in person.

Adrien's best friends: Nino, Chloe, Izuku

Alya Cesaire/Rena Furtive

Quirk: Illusion (A common quirk that creates images using a colorful smoke emitted from the users body. Alya and Camie are two users of this quirk.)

Alya is a would be reporter from Martinique that has a secret no one knows yet... she's secretly the vigilante Rena Rouge! Because Martinique has a relative lack of heros, Alya resolved herself to protect her people from villains both within the country and without. During the day time, she uses her blog, Yipper (couldn't think of a better name, its Fox twitter) to spread useful information on villains and how to defend oneself from them. Now that Alya is at the age to legally aquire a hero license, she figured a little break to become a real hero wouldn't hurt.

Alya's best friends: Marinette, Mina

I would add more if my phone didnt post my W.I.P. lol

[stellar-constellations]

Bound Together: Chapter 2 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; mild gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, implications of misandry (male misogyny), Non-Con (perhaps Dead Dove since it could be disturbing to some), violence, bullying, sexual harassment and possibly more.

Reader has a huge fear of adult men/rape. Reader is EXTREMELY MANIPULATIVE. Reader is a foreigner (American, to be specific). Reader has their own backstory.

I've genuinely never got into BNHA, so the timeline and such is most likely inaccurate, but Hitoshi managed to steal my heart so here we are.

Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader:

Wordcount: 10,000+ words.

Series chapters: Chapter 1, Current, Chapter 3, ongoing.

        The last year for middle school was bittersweet for (Y/N). (Y/N) made it an effort to bring herself closer to Hitoshi, slowly broadcasting her affection to him and manipulating him into believing it was normal. 

        It started with simple hand touches, accidentally brushing each other’s hands when walking—to install a type of want from Hitoshi, an affection he cannot experience since he has no girlfriend. She used this to make his heart jump, make him start to ponder if he had feelings for her. She knew it was making him second-guess their relationship. 

        She noticed the change in his eyes when they met early in the morning. She noticed the unusual softness in his eyes when he woke her up in class. She noticed the genuine thought he’d put into her questions, ensuring the best answer be given to her. She noticed the blush spread on his face and how he’s avoid eye contact when they brushed hands, muttering an apology and moving a step or two to the side so she felt comfortable with the distance between them. 

        When the local New Year’s fair came into town, (Y/N) was beyond ecstatic. It was a perfect way to get to bond with Hitoshi deeper. The last few years it was in town, (Y/N) and Hitoshi just opted on staying in their own houses, not wanting to deal with the crowds.

        This year, she wanted to spend it with him. She wanted to go and spread more seedlings of deceit into his heart and soul, make him fall for her. The fair was perfect, a place for young couples, a place of magic and fireworks, a place for feelings to bloom, and a place for opportunities.

        It was scheduled on Saturday, so when Hitoshi walked (Y/N) home after school, she made sure to bring it up.

        “Toshi, let’s go to the festival tomorrow.” She spoke boldly.

        Over the years (Y/N)'s grown able to say Hitoshi’s first name. She didn’t quite understand why Japan decided to call people by their last name first, but it’s a sign of respect and she respects Hitoshi enough to wait until he called her by her first name.

        “The festival?” he questioned. “But you don’t like crowds? Wouldn’t it be too bothersome? You need a kimono and all.” Hitoshi explained.  

        Well, you don't exactly need a kimono, but it just fits the setting.

        “I heard ringing the bell means good luck! We need it for UA.” (Y/N) explained. “Well, more for me, I need it. You’re perfectly fine. Besides, it’ll be fun with me! We can eat food and play stand games and watch fireworks.” (Y/N) explained.

        Hitoshi seemed hesitant, thinking about it before sighing.

        “Okay. I guess we can.” He sighed.

        “Great! I’ll meet you here tomorrow at five o’ clock, okay?” (Y/N) questioned.

        She received a nod and figured it was good enough as she walked away from his door and down the street to the stores. She boarded public transport and kept her distance from the crowd, staying near the doors in case she had to run out. She made it to the markets and searched for a kimono to celebrate the occasion. 

        What color should we look for? (Y/N) questioned. 

        Red! Karma beamed.

        For blood? (Y/N) deadpanned.

        Of course! We have to show any villains there that we’re not to be messed with. Karma explained.

        Could you have at least tried to defend yourself? Like it’s the color of love, passion, statistically it makes you more attra—

        Justice and revenge and fire! Karma added on.

        Sure. Yeah, sure. Let’s say that. (Y/N) sighed, before her eye caught onto a pastel purple kimono.

        Ew. No. Karma huffed.

        No, I was just thinking. What if we had a kimono with purple in it? I mean, it’d match with Hitoshi’s hair? Don’t you know wearing a guy’s favorite color makes you appeal more attractive to them. (Y/N) explained.

        You think? Karma questioned, then sighed. Well, if you say so. Though red would look so much better.

        Just tell me if you find a purple that catches your eye. (Y/N) explained.

        Like that one? Karma questioned, causing (Y/N) to turn around. 

        Where? (Y/N) questioned

        Other way. Karma directed. No other. No—hehe, nah I'm just fucking with you.

        You bit—

        No, I'm actually serious. Just open your eyes and look at the top right. Karma explained.

        (Y/N) huffed and looked at the right, seeing a purple kimono. It faded from dark purple at the bottom to pink at the chest. The kimono was large enough to be falling off the shoulder and it had a white ribbon to help wrap around your waist. It had white cartoon stars scribbled all around it. (Y/N) thought her silver moon earrings would match quite lovely with the design. She'd even put her hair up in a bun and put a ribbon in the back if she wore that cute thing.

        Don't you think that's a little... attention-seeking? (Y/N) questioned.

        You want to impress him, right? Karma questioned.

        Yes, but I'd rather not be dragged in an alley by an unknown dude while he's not watching and—

        Calm down, sheesh. I just figured you'd look really pretty in it for lover boy. Purple to match him. Pretty blue eyes. Shining earrings. Maybe we can get a necklace to make him look at our chest? Karma explained.

        Karma, I want him to love my personality, not my looks. (Y/N) growled.

        Just a thought... Karma huffed.

        (Y/N) sighed, deciding to give into Karma’s whines.

        I suppose… it’ll suffice. I mean, it is pretty. (Y/N) admitted, reaching up and grabbing the kimono from the hangers. Expensive too, she thought, looking at the price tag. 

        6,000 yen?! What the hell?! Karma screamed.

        They say beauty is pain… I understand now. (Y/N) sighed. Just as long as you watch my back during the festival, we should be fine.

        (Y/N) took the kimono to the register to pay, making small talk with the cashier.

        “American clothes left.” She spoke in broken English.

        “Oh, I speak Japanese.” (Y/N) smiled sheepishly. “I’m aware. I’m buying for the New Year’s festival.” 

        “You are American yet you’re celebrating New Years here? Not entirely uncommon. I thought you were a tourist.” She spoke.

        “It’s okay, ma’am.” (Y/N) reassured.

        She paid for the kimono and walked out of the store.

        Sheesh, she was definitely thinking about how weird it was for an American to celebrate Japanese culture. It’s not like I’m not allowed to celebrate traditions with them. They’re meant to be shared and passed down. (Y/N) sighed.

        Want me to steal our money back? Karma questioned.

        No, I admire the seamstress’s work. It’s a beautiful kimono. (Y/N) said, pausing her thoughts. …I’m just not sure it’s exactly right for someone like me.

        Here you go again with your meaningless insecurities. Karma groaned.

        Hey! I’m trying to be vulnerable with you! (Y/N) exclaimed.

        You’re pretty enough to make lover boy blush! That’s good enough! Karma huffed. 

        (Y/N) nodded to herself, walking to the public bus stop. She held onto her bag tightly as she entered the bus, a grounding method so she could control her anxiety being surrounded by so many men along with so nobody could try stealing her bag.

        She made it off the bus safely and walked home, excited for tomorrow.         .         .         Karma placed (Y/N)'s hair in a bun as (Y/N) applied lipgloss onto her lips, a lovely way to make Hitoshi pay attention to them and hope for a kiss under the fireworks. It’s a good way to make him second-guess his feelings for her.

        “Damn, do I look good.” (Y/N) smiled pridefully, picking up her kimono’s skirt and doing a twirl. 

        It had baggy off-shoulder sleeves with a nice slim dress that hugged her waist. She wonder how she’d look in a few years time. Would her hips fill out the space even more? She hoped so. She hoped it’d appeal to Hitoshi to have child-bearing hips and a round chest, aiming to please him into having him never leave her. She can give him what no other woman can, right?

        “Gross. Why think such things?” Karma questioned.

        “Unlike you, I actually want to settle down.” (Y/N) spoke, giving Karma a hateful glare (one twice as powerful due to the instability of her emotions with Karma out).

        “Kids, kids, kids. Snobby little brats with snot and drool covering their faces.” Karma huffed.

        “Absolutely adorable and should be protected at all costs.” (Y/N) cooed, just imagining how their children would turn out.

        Would they have her quirk Hitoshi’s? Would they be quirkless? Would they have a mutation quirk? Would they have their own completely new quirk? She wondered what color their hair would be, it’d either have to be (h/c) or purple, unless a recessive gene of hers show up in them or maybe a recessive gene of Hitoshi’s.

        Karma huffed and struggled to find a way to expose (Y/N)'s back without undoing the pretty bow she spent ten minutes tying and re-tying because (Y/N) claimed it didn’t look perfect enough. She finally re-entered (Y/N)'s body and resided there.

        Let’s go. Karma ordered.

        (Y/N) nodded and took one more look at her in the mirror. She felt herself starting to get self-conscious, her confidence diminishing and her fear rising. What if she attracts the wrong crowd? What if she accidentally riles Hitoshi up too much being a tease like this?

        No man can be called a man, yet alone a human, if they cannot control their urges. Karma huffed. You’ll be fine. I promised I’d be paying attention. 

        Thank you. (Y/N) sighed, walking out of her room.

        She ran out of the house to Hitoshi’s doorstep, her black flats hitting the ground. She knocked on the door and didn’t wait long to see Hitoshi in his own simple black and purple kimono.

        “Ready to—“ he stopped and what he was saying, getting a good look at (Y/N)'s outfit.

        (Y/N) ignored the insecurity piling inside of her chest and stomach along with the heat rising in her face. She adverted her eyes shyly once noticing his lingering gaze on her shoulders and collarbones.

        Maybe this was too revealing. She thought nervously. Does he think I’m an attention-whore now?

        If anything, his heart is throbbing—and his coc—

        Karma, can you please not talk about that? You know how I feel. (Y/N) scolded Karma.

        “Y-you look good…” Hitoshi mumbled, adverting his eyes and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

        (Y/N) felt her heart crack slightly as she ignored the pout of her bottom lip forming.

        Some men just do not know when to take a hint! No wonder many of them come home alone from clubs like sad virgins! Karma huffed.

        “W-what?” Hitoshi questioned, noticing her frown before she could fix it.

        “I just can’t believe you’d say just good.” (Y/N) sighed, keeping her pout and exaggerating her tone to make it seem like a teasing pout aimed towards Hitoshi instead of actual disappointment. “Not even pretty? I was feeling really pretty walking out the door but now I’m having second thoughts.”

        “No! You’re pretty alright!” Hitoshi spoke quickly, then realized what he said as a blush crept up on his face. “I-I mean, yeah. I meant to say pretty first, but I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything like that.” 

        (Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat as she smiled at Hitoshi, giving him a smile.

        “I’m just playing with ya! Come on, Toshi. I wanna find a slushie there.” (Y/N) beamed.

        She thought about grabbing his hand but decided that was too soon for now without an excuse. She instead grabbing his sleeve as she usually did when tugging him around, finding the festival was a nice walking distance so they didn’t need to use public transportation. It was 6:30 by the time they got to the festival. The sky was darkening and the lights came on, signaling the opening of the festival.

        “What do you want to do first?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “You can decide, it’s your first time here.” Hitoshi spoke.

        (Y/N) hummed, looking around, before finding a slushie stand.

        “Ooo, I want a slushie before the dinner rush lines form.” (Y/N) explained, pointing her finger at the stand. “While we’re at it, we should just get dinner itself before the stands get busy.” 

        Hitoshi nodded, agreeing with that statement. He was about to wander off before she kept a harsh grip on his sleeve, making it so when he walked away he just tugged right back into her. He looked at her, confused as she smiled.

        “I think it’s best we stick together, so we don’t get lost.” (Y/N) spoke, a silent plea on her face that read “don’t leave me alone in this crowd.”

        “Fine.” He sighed, not finding it as big as a deal as he’s making it. 

        He stuck with her as she got her slushie, paying for it.

        “Oi, I could’ve paid myself.” (Y/N) pouted.

        “This is your first time here, just let me treat you. Besides, you must’ve spent your whole life savings buying that kimono.” Hitoshi explained as they chose a random food stand to order food.

        “Oh, come on, Toshi. It was a really good investment. I feel as if I can dominate the whole world.” (Y/N) smirked pridefully.

        The whole world? As in Hitoshi? Karma teased.

        This is supposed to be a date. No third-wheelers. (Y/N) huffed. 

        Hitoshi hummed, not deciding to comment on that and embarrass himself. They ordered their food and found a picnic table to sit at.

        He seems quiet. Karma pointed out.

        Have I made him uncomfortable by dressing this way? (Y/N) brainstormed. It’s probably because I’m not pretty enough to be in this pretty kimono. He’s probably embarrassed to be seen with me—he can’t even look me in the eyes. (Y/N) pouted.

        He’s definitely trying his best not to stare at your tits. Karma accused boldly.

        I’d honestly prefer him doing that than ignoring me. (Y/N) sighed.

        (Y/N) took a look around at the crowds surrounding them. They all were filled with handsome boys accompanied by drop-dead gorgeous woman. (Y/N) didn’t belong here. An average American in a Japanese-cultured festival having the audacity to wear a cloth another pretty Japanese girl could’ve worn here.

        He could leave you for them.

        No, stop those thoughts. Let’s break the ice. (Y/N) thought. 

        “Toshi, I spy with my little eye… something blue.” (Y/N) spoke, saying the first thing that came to her mind.

        “…You want to play I Spy?” Hitoshi spoke, a smile cracking on his face as he took a sip of his drink. “Blue? So your slushie?” 

        “Aw! How did you guess so fast?” (Y/N) pouted.

        She chose the color on purpose since she knew he’d figure it out first. It was a little way to give him some dopamine to make him look forward in playing this game with her.

        “Your turn.” (Y/N) smiled.

        “Um… I spy something green?” Hitoshi spoke, sounding more of a question if anything.

        (Y/N) looked around for something green, noticing a green boba sign.

        “The sign?” she questioned.

        “No.” He answered.

        “The grass?” she questioned.

        “No.” Hitoshi spoke, shaking his head.

        “The tree?” she questioned, pointing at one near the path. 

        “Yeah.” Hitoshi smiled, his smile giving (Y/N) her own strong dose of dopamine instead of winning the round. 

        They played their game of I Spy until they finished their food, throwing away their trash. (Y/N) noticed how crowded the place was getting, starting to bump into people uncomfortably. 

        She felt a little nauseous at all the people surrounding them, making sure to watch closely at any man’s movements she came across. Hitoshi noticed in the corner of his eye her anxiously and looked around for a spot with less people.

        “Follow me.” He spoke, pinching her sleeve so he wasn’t physically touching her and guided her to the back of the food stands where less people were. “Are you okay?” he questioned, genuinely concerned. “We can go home or go do something else if you want.”

        “No, I don’t want to ruin this for you.” (Y/N) spoke, shaking her head.

        “I don’t want you to force yourself into an uncomfortable situation for me.” Hitoshi frowned lightly.

        “But I was really looking forward for us spending time together here…” (Y/N) pouted, purposely puffing out her bottom lip and looking up at him with sad eyes.

        “Y-yeah but… I don’t want you to be on edge the whole time we’re here. I came here to have fun with you.” Hitoshi explained. “Is there anything I can do for you to make you feel more comfortable?”

        Her heart skipped several beats. Here he is comforting her on her stupid fear of crowds and men with absolutely no distaste or annoyance in his voice. His understanding made her heart work overtime with how much faster it sped up at his simple words.

        “Can you hold my hand?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “…Huh?” Hitoshi voiced, clearly confused. “I just told you I didn’t want you uncomfortable.” 

        “I’m comfortable around you.” She admitted, a blush tinting her cheeks. “I like being around you. You’re very understanding and you don’t judge me or my fears… I like that.” She smiled. “I don’t want us to get separated in the crowd and I’d rather be closer to you than anyone else.”

        It was now Hitoshi’s turn for him to blush. He didn’t just blush, his face exploded red, redder than a cherry as he accidentally choked on his spit from shock. He covered his mouth (and blush) with his elbow, coughing to try and hide his obvious flushed face. 

        “I-I mean… I can—yeah.” Hitoshi spoke, recollecting himself. 

        He turned to (Y/N) and held his hand out for her to take. He noticed how she didn’t even hesitate eloping their hands together, creating a cage for just the two of them to share. He saw a glimpse of purple on her nails and resisted the urge to once again choke on his spit.

        Same color palette we both have. He thought to himself as he let her lead them back out to the crowd.

        To anyone outside from them, they probably look like a cheesy couple sharing the same aesthetic together. I mean, the couples here are holding hands too. But (Y/N) and Hitoshi are holding hands only because they’re friends. Friends can hold each other’s hands too, right? That’s the excuse Hitoshi tried to reason with.

        He noticed the size difference in each other’s hands. His was bigger compared to her smaller ones, he found it funny considering the same could be said with their height. She stopped growing right when they met, both were ten and in elementary school. She was a little taller than him during that time, but now he’s sure outgrown her while she’s lucky to have grown half an inch (unless you're tall, then forget this).

        He realized he liked the feelings of their cold hands warming each others up in the winter’s cold air. He honestly bets that her shoulders are freezing, maybe he should buy her a scarf. It’d keep the cold away along with other men’s lingering stares too. He liked her dragging him around like this, hand-in-hand, just telling everyone around them that they were here together. 

        He liked seeing her face nose and cheeks and ears red from the cold. He liked seeing the cold air escape her shiny lips when she talked. Shiny lips. Was that lip gloss she’s wearing? He wondered if it was flavored or not.

        He finally caught onto what he was thinking and immediately adverted his attention away from her. Here they are finally holding hands, finally on the friendship level where they can touch each other, and he’s here thinking like a pervert (exactly what she’s scared of).

        I’m a terrible person. He thought to himself, absolutely humiliated and disappointed in himself. 

        This isn’t the first time he’s caught himself thinking about her like this. Up until a few months ago, he never noticed when her eyes would shine as bright as the sun, one seeming a mixed blue-green while the other was a hazel blue. He didn’t notice how dull they got when Karma left her body until then, how her emotions changed more. 

        He wasn’t sure what his favorite emotion was, he liked how they all looked on her. He liked when her smile beamed and she’d laugh hysterically. He liked when she was mad enough she was shaking and her eyes would have tears. He liked when she was scared and would look to him for cover, grabbing his sleeves and hiding behind him. The only emotion he didn’t like was when she was crying, especially in front of him. He knew friends were supposed to hug and comfort one another, but up until tonight she wasn’t fine with touch, so he simply resorted to listening and giving her little gifts. By now it’s customary to have a stuffed animal in his closet for when she visits his house crying, he liked how happy she got when he brought out something as simple as a teddy bear.

        He liked how soft her hair looked. How it had blonde and brown colors merged together, two natural hair colors that weren’t common in mundane Japan. It was his first time seeing her hair up in a bun for an occasion other than training, it gave him the opportunity to really admire her face without risking a punch to the face from Karma.

        “Toshi.” (Y/N) spoke, gently squeezing his hand to gain his attention.

        “Huh? Yeah?” he questioned, breaking free from his trance.

        “You weren’t answering me. Something wrong?” she asked.

        “No, sorry. What did you need?” Hitoshi asked.

        “I wanted to know if you wanted to play carnival game with me.” (Y/N) spoke, pointing at a stand with her free hand. “I want the panda. What do you want?” 

        Hitoshi looked over at where she was pointing, seeing a stand with stuffed animals as the prizes. Dogs, pandas, monkeys, and giraffes, an odd but not unusual selection of prizes for winning a festival stand.

        “I don’t want anything, but I’ll win it for you.” Hitoshi spoke with confidence despite not even knowing what the game was. 

        The pair walked to the stand where a host obnoxiously spoke into a microphone, narrating the ongoing game a group of girls were playing.

        “Eeeer!” the host spoke, mimicking a buzzer. “Sorry lil lady, but you lost!” 

        The game was tossing plastic rings on bottle necks, seems easy enough. Well, it wasn’t. (Y/N) realized how small these hoops were, a tight fit on the bottle’s neck, it’d be a miracle to actually have the hoop make it onto that bottle. By the time (Y/N) spoke to find a different game that wasn’t rigged, Hitoshi already paid 150 yen for the both of them to play.

        “You each have five hoops. Toss one onto the bottle necks and win a prize.” The host explained.

        Hitoshi and (Y/N) both bent down to eye-level with the bottles, looking for the best bottle and angle to throw. As luck wouldn’t have it, they didn’t make their shots (to no surprise).

        “Eeer!” the host buzzed.

        I want to punch his throat for making that sound. Karma huffed.

        “Sorry, but being a cute couple won’t help you win this game.” The host teased.

        Hitoshi stared at the host for a coupe seconds, then back at (Y/N). He noticed the glare (Y/N) sent the host for teasing them at their loss and he let out a sigh.

        “Do you like your job?” Hitoshi questioned, looking at the host.

        “Huh? Well I suppose it's n—" the host’s eyes went white as his jaw went slack, no longer deciding to speak.

        (Y/N) eyed Hitoshi, confused of his sudden use of his quirk (in public, no less, quite a daring risk to take considering it’s illegal). 

        “Hand the panda over to her.” Hitoshi spoke, placing a hand on (Y/N)'s head (before quickly realizing how he might’ve overstepped her boundaries with the touch and dropped his hand back to his side).

        The host took the panda off its hook and handed it to (Y/N) emotionlessly.

        “Thank you.” She spoke, accepting the panda then turned to Hitoshi. “Thank you, Toshi.” She smiled up at him, hugging the panda with one hand and grabbing his hand with the other.

        “You’re welcome…” he muttered.

        He noticed how she didn’t even bother batting an eye at his quirk. Of course, she’s seen it in action, but she’s never seen it used in a …selfish reason, he supposed. It was a little secret the two of them can keep to himself. Besides, the employee was cheating using such small hoops, so is it so wrong for Hitoshi to play dirty too?

        No. Karma thinks. 

        Karma doesn’t believe it’s wrong at all, neither does (Y/N). In fact, (Y/N) just fell harder for Hitoshi at his selfless act (selfless because it was an act for her, but it was a selfish act in an aspect). She felt prideful at the fact that he would go as far as to using his quirk on another.

        It brought out a dark thought in her; how far would he really go for her? Is he willing to kill someone for her? The thought brought a sickeningly twisted smile on her face.

        Oh, how to declare your love in such a way. To spill someone's blood, hang their body like a canvas of roses. To others, it's a painting of a disturbed and ill mind, but to your lover, it's telling the whole world that you're not afraid of the consequences of love. If the opportunity presented itself, she knew she'd take it, just as long as Hitoshi was willing to fall with her—why waste love on one unworthy of it?

        (Y/N) pushed the thought into the back burner of her mind so Karma can fantasize about the violent and unstable thoughts instead; she had a boy to deceit into giving her his undying love and loyalty. 

        “So, what’s next?” Hitoshi questioned.

        “We’ve done stuff I’ve wanted to do, what would you like to do?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Hitoshi looked around, deciding he still did want that scarf for her. He searched for a clothing stand nearby but couldn’t find one.

        “Let’s go look for a clothing stand—your hands are cold.” Hitoshi spoke, coming up with an excuse.

        “Okay.” (Y/N) smiled. 

        She allowed Hitoshi to guide her through the crowd, hand-in-hand as they looked for a shop together. They walked around together for a while before finally finding a stand that looked like it had winter outfits. They walked under the tapestry roof and looked around.

        “We should split more ground. You want mittens, right?” (Y/N) spoke, Hitoshi nodded.

        “Yeah. Your hands are cold, you should find a pair of mittens for yourself.” Hitoshi spoke.

        They unlinked hands—making (Y/N) aware of just how cold she was without Hitoshi—and walked separate ways. (Y/N) went to look for mittens while Hitoshi looked for scarves.

        (Y/N) found socks and mittens together on a same rack, thinking of what color she should get. 

        Well, if I wanted them to be an everyday item during winter, I’d want it to match my outfits. She thought, her eyes looking at the black gloves.

        Get black. Karma spoke. 

        (Y/N) didn’t have any problem with that so she grabbed them, finding her size and Hitoshi’s. She mindlessly grabbed a pair for him since his hands were cold too, looking back on it. She heard loud voices enter the tent, immediately recognizing them as Hiro and his gang.

        Shit! She thought. They’re here! 

        She felt self-conscious of her looks. Any insecurity she had that was shown could be ammo for them to use and make her feel worse. Hell, even wearing this oversized kimono, showing her shoulders could label her as a whore in Japanese culture. She looked down to hide her face to the best of her abilities since she didn’t wear it down today, pretending to look at the bottom rack of mittens.

        I should’ve left it long! But then the outfit wouldn’t have looked as hot! (Y/N) thought. This must be karma for choosing this kimono!

        It’s about time Karma herself gave them a taste of their own bad karma! I’m gonna kick their asses and no principal and stop me! Karma shouted, already getting ready to come out.

        No way! Hitoshi’s here! I don’t want him to be scared of us if we get violent with the group! Being vulnerable is a thing boys like! (Y/N) reasoned.

        Bullies like the same thing! Fuck tha—

        “Woah! Look at that pretty thing!” she heard Gen shout.

        Good, they’re occupied. (Y/N) thought, raising her head. Let’s get to Hitoshi and get ou—

        A hand touched her bare shoulder, causing her to jump. She was turned around and to everyone’s physical surprise, was met face to face with Hiro.

        “Damn, (Y/N)? I didn’t know you could look so hot. The school uniform isn’t doing you justice.” Hiro smiled.

        “Get your fucking hands off me, you—“ she was cut off by Hiro grabbing her hips and pulling her to his chest as the other boys circled around the two.

        “Let’s not make a scene, just want to talk.” Hiro smiled, leaning his head closer to her face as she leaned her head further away from him, her hands on his chest to create more distance from their bodies as she pushed her chest away from his. “You look pretty mature with those glasses on—a sexy body too to pair with. We need to find a nice shaded place so we don’t get arrested for incident exposure after wh—“

        (Y/N) heard enough of his vulgar mouth and propped her leg back for pushing strength. She leaned back on her leg and propped her elbow out.

        “Eat shit.” She spat, cutting him off his words as she pushed, slamming her elbow into his throat and knocking him back into the clothing rack behind him.

        The metal clanking against each other drew enough attention to attract nearby costumers and Hitoshi. (Y/N) quickly ran out of the hole she created in the center of the circle by hitting Hiro out to break the formation, then found Hitoshi’s purple hair and ran up to him, squeezing herself into the space between the shelf and his chest, trapping her from Hiro and his gang.

        “(Y-“ Hitoshi got out half of her name, confused at her action, before shutting up once hearing Hiro and Kishō’s angry shouts. 

        Hitoshi turned to face the group, placing arms between (Y/N) to cage her in-between him, standing in a protective stance. They had a small stalemate before Hiro clicked his tongue.

        “Whatever… it’s not even worth it.” Hiro huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking away, his group following him.

        When Hitoshi was 100% convinced that they were gone, he turned to look back at (Y/N), talking a few steps back to give her space.

        “I… got you the mittens?” (Y/N) smiled nervously, holding out the mittens.

        Hitoshi looked down at the mittens, then back to her.

        “Are you okay?” he questioned, looking at any available skin to see if there was any bruises or cuts.

        The magic question made (Y/N)'s eyes water and her bottom lip tremble immediately. Hitoshi’s eyes softened, heartbroken at the scene.

        He was about to speak before she rushed into his chest, wrapping her arms around his upper torso and shoving her face into his chest to hide her tears from outsiders. Hitoshi didn’t know what to do, should he hug back or is this another case where she just wants to hug but doesn’t want to be trapped? She’s never allowed him to hug her back before, so why would it be any different—especially after what just happened to her?

        “You can hug back.” She spoke through sniffles, giving him an answer to his internal debate.

        Hitoshi tensed for a moment before carefully wrapping his shaking arms around her, the hug barely even a hug with how gentle he was, making it so she can easily back out and escape his grasp if she felt too uncomfortable or overwhelmed. Instead, she held onto him tighter, slightly telling him to hold her tighter. He took the hint and after a moments hesitation, held onto her tighter. He rested his head onto hers as her shoulders shook.

        “Do you want to go home?” he questioned, his voice soft and whispering so he doesn’t scare her.

        “No way.” She huffed, hugging him impossibly even tighter than before. “I wanted to see the fireworks with you, so I’m going to.”

        “Even though—“ Hitoshi was cut off by her.

        “They’re not going to ruin my night with you.” She spoke firmly, moving back to look up at Hitoshi in the eyes (after wiping the tears out of them) to solidify her point. “I came here because I wanted to spend time with you, I still want to do that.” 

        Hitoshi’s heart thumped in his chest as he stared at her, processing the entirety of her words. He wasn’t sure he needed to purchase that scarf and mitts with how his body was basically on fire at this point.

        “Y-yeah. Okay.” He stammered, creating a smile that tugged on the corners of her lips. “I… found a scarf for you?” Hitoshi spoke awkwardly.

        (Y/N) laughed and removed her arms from his body, taking a step back to see what he had. A deep purple scarf that was almost the same height as her.

        “Pretty.” She complimented, gently taking it from his hand and wrapping it around her neck. “It’s soft too.” 

        She noticed the resemble of the colors, his hair and the scarf, and resisted the urge to laugh.

        Hey! That’s a couple thing right? He’s saying he owns you right?! Karma spoke, finally catching on.

        Yes, it’s an indirect way of saying it to us and everyone around. (Y/N) informed.

        So you kiss now? Karma questioned.

        No! That’s too fast! (Y/N) huffed. And now is definitely not the right time!

        This lovey-dovey shit is confusing. Karma sighed. 

        That’s why I have the reigns and you don’t. (Y/N) pointed out. 

        Why not just kill the nearest girl and show him the dead body? That works in the animal world. Karma questioned.

        Because the animal world isn’t the human world. (Y/N) answered with a sigh.

        (Y/N) handed him the mittens she got, watching him pull them on and flex his fingers. She blushed and looked away, deciding it’s the best course of action so she doesn’t get caught staring intensely at his hands. She pulled her own gloves on, enjoying the warmth it held as it protected her hands from the chilly bites the night gave. 

        Hitoshi paid for the clothes (much to [Y/N]'s many whines and protests). (Y/N) realized she didn’t like the gloves as much anymore because she couldn’t feel his skin against hers, but she sucked it up because he paid for them just for her. 

        “What do you want to do now?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “What would you like?” Hitoshi questioned.

        (Y/N) looked around, noticing people checking their watches. The firework show must be about ready to start.

        “Let’s find a spot to watch the fireworks.” (Y/N) explained.

        Hitoshi seemed to know of a spot by the way he took the lead, guiding her out of the crowd and stands to a nearby hill where others rested. Hitoshi sat down as (Y/N) followed with no protest, sitting down on the grass and not caring if her kimono ended up with grass stains afterwards from the chlorophyll. 

        (Y/N) decided she didn’t like the silence, nor did she want to hear the other conversations going on around her as people waited for the firework show to begin.

        “What color firework are you looking forward to?” (Y/N) questioned, causing Hitoshi to smile at the stupid question.

        “I guess red. That’s a pretty popular color.” Hitoshi answered.

        “I agree.” (Y/N) nodded, then tried thinking of another question.

        Do you kiss him when the fireworks go off? Like in the movies? Karma questioned.

        No! Still not the right time, dummy! (Y/N) huffed. 

        “Are you more warmer now? It still feels a bit chilly.” Hitoshi spoke.

        “Oh, can I?” (Y/N) asked.

        Hitoshi looked at her, confused before he reluctantly nodded, unsure of what she was thinking. 

        (Y/N) scooted closer to his side, pressing against him and leaning him down on the ground.

        “That okay?” she questioned, searching for his comfort.

        “Uh…yeah?” he spoke, his answer more of a question as he looked up at her. 

        She brought his arm out and laid down on his shoulder, resting her arm on his chest and the other holding her panda, swinging her right leg onto his left one and leaving her left leg be.

        “Are you okay with this?” (Y/N) spoke, her face too close to his for what friends should be.

        Hitoshi took a second to answer, processing just how close she was along with how much physical contact he was receiving from her.

        Is this even the real (Y/N)? he thought. 

        He settled on holding her waist with the arm she wasn’t leaning on. He contemplated if he should play with her hair like they do in the movies, but the fire shows went off, distracting him from his thoughts. They stared up at the fireworks, amazed at the sight. 

        Kiss now? Karma questioned.

        I already told you, no! (Y/N) hissed.

        This stupid love shit. Karma grumbled. Why don’t you guys kiss that way you’re in a relationship and he can never leave and I can be a hero and kick people’s butts! It’s a win-win! 

        Because it doesn’t work like that. (Y/N) huffed.

        (Y/N) focused her attention back to the fireworks, before deciding she’s seen enough and wanted to catch a glance at Hitoshi. She carefully turned her head—praying he wouldn’t feel the movement and know she was looking—and took an eyeful.

        Hallmark movies really are right, same with the books. (Y/N) thought to herself.

        Hitoshi looked incredible in the changing light. She was positive any color palette would look good on him no matter what; purple, red, blue, green—he looked good in it all. 

        (Y/N) felt her heart swell up. He agreed to come here and see the fireworks with her. She gets to prance around holding his hand with a big stupid lovesick grin on her face.

        Stop looking at him! I want to see the light explosions! Karma complained.

        (Y/N) mentally rolled her eyes but focused her eyes back to the fireworks so Karma could be kept happy.

        Hitoshi immediately took the chance to look down at her once she wasn’t looking at him. He liked how she looked laying next to him, he liked that everyone else can see. He liked seeing her up this close in these lights. His eyes focused on her lips, how shiny they were thanks to her lip gloss, along with how they changed different colors in the firework lightning; grape, cherry, blue raspberry, green apple—he stupidly wondered if his brain would make her lips taste like lipgloss flavors based on the fireworks color.

        There it was again, those stupid perverse thoughts. He fought the urge to let out an angry hiss or frustrated groan, instead just squinting his eyes tight to prevent himself from looking back at her lips. 

        He really needed to find a girl to occupy himself with before he accidentally does something to (Y/N) that makes her uncomfortable. The problem with that is his damn quirk prevents others from wanting to be friends with him. (Y/N) knew of his quirk before even bothering to know his name, yet she still she wanted to be his friend, even when he was rude to her.

        A lot more explosions registered into his ears and Hitoshi realized it was the finale by the increase of the fireworks size and set-off timing. Hitoshi and (Y/N) enjoyed the rest of the show, waiting until there was no more fireworks before standing up, unwrapping each others' arms and legs from each other.

        “That was amazing! I’ve never seen as much fireworks as that, even in America!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “I lived in a really dry and hot state in America, so fireworks like these were big fire hazards.” 

        “I’m glad you got to see them this year.” Hitoshi spoke.

        “Thank you for coming with me. Is there anything else you want to do?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “It’s past midnight now since the fireworks went off at twelve, so it’s late. Let’s go on the ferris wheel before going home.” Hitoshi spoke, pointing up at the ferris wheel.

        “Then wheel hurry back to the stands so we can get into the line before everyone else gets the same idea!” (Y/N) smiled, making an extremely stupid pun that almost made no sense. “Get it? Wheel? Like we'll? Because ferris wheel?” (Y/N) giggled.

        “Wow… that was terrible.” Hitoshi spoke, shaking his head as he cracked a smile at the horrible joke.

        “Aw, it made you smile though!” (Y/N) pointed out, grabbing Hitoshi’s hand.

        This time, Hitoshi had zero hesitation in wrapping his fingers against hers, enjoying the feeling even though his mittens blocked most of her touch. (Y/N) dragged him through the crowd, speed-walking to get to the ferris wheel’s ever growing line. It’s the perfect time and way to end your night after seeing the fireworks. After seeing the show, it’s nice to board the ferris wheel and look at all the lights at night. 

        Despite the encounter with Hiro and his gang earlier, (Y/N) enjoyed tonight very much. She’s excited for next year’s festival and hopes that Hitoshi would like to come with her next year.

        The ferris wheel wasn’t something (Y/N)'s ever saw in America. America’s ferris wheels were open, easy to fall out of if not careful, and overall not that big. Japan’s ferris wheels were massive with glass enclosures to ensure nobody gets hurt (perhaps it has something to do with Japan’s high suicide and bullying rate).

        Once it was their turn, they got on the pod as instructed, having the worker close the pod behind them after instructing them not to shake the capsule much or to hit or push against the pod. 

        “Are you afraid of heights?” (Y/N) questioned as the ferris wheel started moving up.

        “No.” Hitoshi answered, then paused, as if thinking what is next response would be. “Are you?”

        “Yes.” (Y/N) laughed. “But, I think this ferris wheel. It’s not as scary because it’s enclosed, so I don’t feel scared much.” 

        “Any other fears?” Hitoshi questioned.

        “Would you like the short or long list?” (Y/N) asked.

        “Long list.” Hitoshi responded.

        “Fears you probably don’t know I have are: needles, the ocean, spiders, tight spaces, big crowds, dolls, and that’s what I can name at the top of my head.” (Y/N) explained. 

        Losing you and being abandoned. Not falling in love and having my peaceful ending. The usual. (Y/N) thought with a smile.

        “Now you go.” (Y/N) urged, excited to know what makes Hitoshi’s brain tick so she can potentially find a way to manipulate him into staying with her.           “I have no fears.” Hitoshi smirked.

        “Liar.” (Y/N) huffed. “I shared mine.” 

        "I really don't." Hitoshi spoke, staying adamant about that.

        The ferris wheel went in a full circle once, re-climbing again. They both took a moment of silence to think, looking out and enjoying the lights.

        “The lights are pretty. I like this.” (Y/N) smiled. “I’m really glad you said yes to coming with me.” 

        “I honestly wasn’t sure how fun this was going to be, but I’ll admit, this was enjoyable.” Hitoshi spoke.

        Well, all except for Hiro and them… he thought to himself, clenching his jaw slightly to bite back the comment.

        He didn’t want to remind her, not when they’re enjoying each other’s company alone.

        So now you kiss? Karma questioned.

        No. (Y/N) sighed.

        What the hell is the point of kissing if not to tell someone you love them?! Karma groaned. 

        Because it’s a silent agreement to devote yourself to only their lips and theirs alone! (Y/N) huffed. That’s a big commitment that Hitoshi might not want to commit to right now and—

        You’re kissing him now. Karma huffed, fed up.

        What’s the point of trying to beat around the bush? They’re going to end up kissing eventually, why not just speed up the process and build that vulnerable spot in his heart for (Y/N) and her alone? At least that’s Karma’s thought process.

        (Y/N) felt the cold of Karma’s hand creep out from her back, before she can say anything, the ferris wheel moved and Karma pushed her arm against the pod’s cart, shoving (Y/N) into Hitoshi’s arms and accidentally having their lips touch. Their faces went red (more red than the fireworks they saw earlier) as they quickly moved back from each other.

        Karma timed that! She timed when the capsule would move to push me! (Y/N) thought, the red on her face and ears growing more fierce.

        I timed it in case he got mad, so you have an excuse. Karma admitted.

        So you didn’t even know what his reaction would be?! Negative or positive?! (Y/N) screamed. 

        “I’m sorry!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “I—the pod! It moved rather hastily a-and I didn’t have my body prepped for the force and just—ah jeez I’m sorry!”

        There’s no way I can tell him that Karma was expecting us to kiss so we can lower his walls and nest ourselves into his heart where he’ll never share another kiss with anyone without thinking of me! (Y/N) shouted in her head.

        It’s not really that bad, like, it’s way better than receiving a punch to the lip. Karma spoke carelessly. 

        Hitoshi blinked, thinking of what to say. What can you really say if you accidentally kissed your best friend in a romantic setting such as a ferris wheel capsule where you both came alone to basically a date, bought her food and clothes and a stuffed animal, and held her hand for almost the entire time together?

        “I-It’s fine…” Hitoshi mumbled, his face still red as he looked away, pulling up his scarf to cover his blushing face.

        (Y/N) nodded, flustered and embarrassed as she hid her own face with her stuffed panda.

        How embarrassing… (Y/N) thought. What if we really crossed a line? What if he didn’t enjoy the kiss? What if he doesn’t want to be our friend anymore? What if he leaves me?!

        Eh, calm down. Lover boy doesn’t seem like he has the guts. Karma commented.  

        Shut up! You’re the one that got me in this situation! (Y/N) screamed.

        Hitoshi learned one thing tonight that he'd been dying to know earlier; her lips tasted like strawberry. 

        Hitoshi kept avoiding her attempts at eye contact. The situation was humorous and awkward, so she laughed, effectively gaining his attention.

        “What?” he questioned.

        “Nothing, it’s just funny how flustered we both are. It was just a small peck, no tongue or nothing.” (Y/N) giggled, causing a slight smile to grow on Hitoshi’s face.

        “I guess you’re right.” He chuckled.

        “Though, that was my first kiss.” (Y/N) spoke, looking at Hitoshi, the blush on his face subsiding as he grew comfortable. “Was it yours?”

        Hitoshi’s face lit up once again, adverting his eyes. “Yeah…” he muttered. “I’m sorry that I accidentally… you know.” 

        “Don’t be.” (Y/N) smiled, a giggle evident in her voice as she did her best not to laugh at his reaction. “I’d rather have accidentally kissed you than anyone else.”

        Hitoshi’s not sure his heart can take this. He’s 90% sure now she’s just trying to kill him by a heart attack. She knew he didn’t mind her comment judging by the smile he tried to cover by pulling up his scarf, though it didn’t help because his eyes were still visible, turned up in glee. Hitoshi settled with a nod, unsure of how to respond to that confession. 

        They didn’t sit long in silence (this time it wasn’t as awkward as before) as the ferris wheel stopped, having them board off. That was the end of their night, a satisfying one for them both. (Y/N) grabbed Hitoshi’s hand once more and walked home with him. He dropped her off at her apartment but before he could walk back to his apartment he passed, she stopped him, still holding onto his hand.

        “Something wrong?” he questioned, looking down at their conjoined hands for a second before looking back at her eyes.

        “You should stay the night.” (Y/N) bluntly spoke. “It’s late.”

        I thought the kiss was moving things too fast? Karma teased.

        It’s not like that. (Y/N) huffed. 

        Hitoshi blinked, thinking of what to say to that.

        “But… my place is just down the road?” Hitoshi spoke, unsure if that was the correct response. 

        “Yeah, but it’s late and a villain could attack.” (Y/N) spoke, then quickly continued before Hitoshi could use his quirk as an excuse. “I want to repay you.”

        Hitoshi’s face heated up, quickly shaking his head repeatedly. “Oh, no, that’s not needed.”

        “With breakfast.” She added.

        Hitoshi’s blush grew to embarrassment.

        She definitely worded that on purpose to mess with me. Hitoshi thought, looking away to hide his face.

        “Come on, you paid a lot today. I want to be able to repay you. Besides, I want to spend more time with you. Can’t you at least stay the night?” (Y/N) pouted, grabbing his arms and bringing him closer. 

        “I-I mean I would… but what about your dad? And siblings?” Hitoshi questioned nervously.

        He did not want to meet her family. From what he’s heard from her, her dad would murder him in a heartbeat—his career as a Pro Hero be damned. And her siblings are out for trouble 24/7, he’d never be left alone once they know he’s important to her.

        Important? Hitoshi thought. Yeah. I guess I kind of am important to her. I mean, I’m the first non-family male she’s touched in God knows how long.

        That thought made the dread and second-guesses in his stomach and brain subside. He noticed she was wanting for an answer with hopeful eyes.

        “I guess I could stay, just for tonight.” Hitoshi sighed, giving him. “But I’ll have to leave early in the morning.”

        So your dad doesn’t kill me. He thought to himself.

        The smile that grew on her face made him forget any other worries as she unlocked the door, peeking her head into the apartment before dragging in, maneuvering her way through the dark and keeping her grip on Hitoshi so he didn't accidentally bump into anything and wake everyone up.

        (Y/N) led him to her room and flicked the light switch on. The room lit up to show her collection of American horror merch and book series.

        “When I move out, I plan on getting a whole new redecoration, and closet.” (Y/N) spoke, saying the same sentence she's said almost every time he entered her room (which was rare and always in the day, but it’s still worth noting).

        “Stars and stripes.” Hitoshi smiled, already knowing the preferences she wants.

        (Y/N) wanted to express her feminine side more, but it was quite hard when you share an apartment with three men who are quite misogynistic. Hitoshi was supportive of her decision, he didn’t care much about what she wore, as long as she was comfortable (although, he does admit, she looks good in dresses). She’s blabbered on numerous times about outfits, decoration, hair-care supplies, all of the stuff she wished she could have without being patronized for it. Hitoshi thinks it’s funny and the picture in his head makes him laugh sometimes—his best friend dressing up like hyper-feminine but has some serious anger issues. She’s already growing her hair out longer, wearing nail polish and lip gloss, and they don’t have long until high school where they both plan on attending UA. 

        (Y/N) closed the door behind them, locking it so her siblings wouldn’t come in without alerting her. 

        “Are you tired?” (Y/N) questioned, placing her panda on her bed before looking through her drawers.

        “Yeah. Lots of walking and such today.” Hitoshi admitted.

        (Y/N) nodded and grabbed an oversized shirt and pair of baggy sweatpants for Hitoshi, throwing it his way. She’s glad she still values her comfort and prefers baggy clothes, that way Hitoshi can wear what she owns too (it makes her feel like she’s claiming him). (Y/N) grabbed a nightgown from her drawer.

        “I’ll go change in the bathroom, you can change here. I’ll knock before entering.” (Y/N) spoke, walking out of her room and closing the door behind her.

        She walked to the bathroom and turned on the light, shutting the door behind her.

        Do we keep him here now? Karma questioned.

        I’m not kidnapping him or holding him hostage. (Y/N) replied bluntly.

        Much to her dismay…

        (Y/N) changed out of her clothes, neatly folding her kimono and putting down her hair, brushing it out. She decided to run a quick shower since she was in a public area and laying in grass earlier. There’s no way she plans on sleeping in her bed covered in imaginary grime and dirt. 

        She turned the nozzle on and stepped into the shower, making sure to wash her hair and body extremely good to get rid of today’s germs. She turned the shower off after a few minutes, grabbing her towel and drying herself off. She put her nightgown on and walked out of the bathroom with her clothes in hand.

        Even though it’s been longer than ten minutes, she still wanted to knock to make it seem like she valued Hitoshi’s privacy (though in the future she’d rather it be their privacy). She opened the door and saw Hitoshi sitting on her bed, looking at her stuffed animals.

        “You know, a year or two ago—before coming into your room—I would’ve never expected you to sleep with stuffed animals.” Hitoshi admitted.

        “What’s so bad about them?” (Y/N) questioned, giving him a glare that just dared him to say something about about it

        “Nothing, it’s just cute. You don’t really have the persona at school.” He explained.

        “Well, my school personality and my home personality are two very different things.” (Y/N) spoke, putting her dirty clothes in her laundry basket.

        “So what personality do you have with me?” Hitoshi questioned.

        Well, it’s certainly not my real one since I haven’t kept you all to myself yet… (Y/N) thought, mentally grumbling at the fact that she hasn’t yet succeeded in making Hitoshi fall for her completely.

        “Hmm… my personality for you is a one just for you.” (Y/N) smiled. “You get to see my real personality.” She lied.

        Hitoshi nodded as (Y/N) got closer to him, taking Flower, her favorite stuffed bunny, and holding her.

        “You sleep with fans, right?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Never tried it.” Hitoshi spoke, looking at the side of her bed to eye to two fans. “You need two of them?”

        “Three if you include the ceiling fan.” (Y/N) pointed out. “They’re good since it can get hot at night. And they help with receiving oxygen in your sleep. And they give good white noise, I have a hard time sleeping in silence. Sleeping in silence gives me anxiety."

        Hitoshi chuckled, nodding as (Y/N) yawned. He could tell she was tired and spoke up.

        “So, where am I sleeping?” he asked.

        “With me, duh.” She spoke.

        “… On your bed?” he questioned, almost hesitant to ask.

        “Yeah? I’m not making you sleep on the floor and you definitely can’t sleep outside of my room where my family could see.” (Y/N) smiled.

        Hitoshi’s heart sped up. He’s glad those fans will be turned on because he really needs that oxygen after she stole it from his lungs. 

        (Y/N) turned on a lamp near her bed, then walked over and turned the light switch off, locking her door. She walked back to Hitoshi and turned on her fans as he opened the covers for her (while avoiding eye contact). She climbed in the bed, realizing how small it is to fit two people. Their bodies pressed together, no room to really try and separate from each other, especially with all her other stuffed animals taking up the space.

        “Here, let’s making this easier for us.” She spoke.

        She snuggled closer to him and squished her back against his chest. She had him wrap his arms around her waist as she held Flower, both of them facing the fans to get air blown into their faces.

        “Better?” she questioned.

        “Yeah…” Hitoshi mumbled, ignoring his heart beat as he rested his head on her pillow, his chin resting above the top of her head.

        She liked being held by him, she loved the closeness. She wasn't a big touching fan, even with women too, but she did enjoy this time of special closeness the two can now share with each other. She turned off her lamp so there was complete darkness in the room and held Flower closer to her chest, feeling the rhythm of Hitoshi’s rising and falling chest on her back. She fell asleep rather quickly than most nights. Hitoshi fell asleep not long after she did, enjoying the warmth the two shared together that protected them from the fans’ freezing winds.

        Hitoshi woke up first, looking at the clock on her nightstand. 2 P.M. Damn, he could've sworn he'd wake up earlier than this, but yesterday was one of the best night sleeps he's had in who knows how long so its not all that surprising he slept in late. What's more surprising is the fact that (Y/N) is still passed out. 

        She turned throughout the night and ended up facing Hitoshi, her body holding him like a koala as Flower lied squished between both of their chests. Her hair was tangled and messy, covering her face as drool slipped from her mouth. Hitoshi resisted the urge to laugh or grab his phone and take a picture to savor the moment longer. He wondered if he was the first man to see her in this state (alone in her room that is, the guys in her classes throughout the years have seen her sleeping numerous times). 

        Hitoshi remembered that he promised he'd leave early and he didn't want to wake her up, especially for her to go downstairs and cook for him while the house was up and her dad most likely home. That thought had him awake quickly, gently trying to pull (Y/N)'s arms from his waist but to no avail, eventually giving up. 

        Well, is this such a wrong way to die? At least she'd be blissfully oblivious. Hitoshi thought as he stopped moving and instead just accepted his fate. 

        Lucky for him, all the squirming Hitoshi had done to try and not wake her up, did wake her up since she was a light sleeper to noises. She groaned and woke up, seeing Hitoshi in front of her.

        "Morning, Toshi." (Y/N) muttered, barely audible as she laid her head back down to go back to sleep.

        "It's two in the afternoon." He whispered, afraid someone in the house would hear him.

        She looked at the clock next to her and hummed, "So it is." 

        She sat up and did a little stretch, letting out another groan as her chest rose and fell. Hitoshi looked away, feeling as if the sight was a little too intimate. (Y/N) opened her eyes, grabbing her glasses and placing them on her face.

        “Well, I guess that it’s too late to make you breakfast. My dad is most certainly home now, and my siblings are up.” (Y/N) explained. “You think you can climb out of the window without hurting yourself?”            “I’ll be fine.” Hitoshi answered.

        (Y/N) climbed over him to get to the window, opening the curtains and the lock, then pushing open the window and the screen.

        “You’ll just have to stop by another time for breakfast.” She smiled. 

        Hitoshi nodded, climbing out the window.

        “I’ll make sure to bring your clothes back.” He spoke.

        “Don’t bother. Keep ‘em, I have plenty of sweatpants and shirts.” She smiled.

        She did not in fact have plenty sweatpants, in fact those were her only ones (her favorites too), but she figured it was worth the sacrifice to see Hitoshi in them (and hopefully again in the future). She hoped that her scent on the clothes would make him think of her, distract him when he’s working or studying. The thought made her smile widen, waving at Hitoshi as he quickly ran from the house, not looking forward to getting caught by her dad and having to try and explain why he was sneaking out of his daughter’s bedroom.

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The Auction - Prologue & Bundle 1

The first chapter of a spicy tickle fic starring 8 (sort of) boys from MHA/BnHA. Read with caution.

Summary: Bakugo and seven other aspiring heroes are up for auction. Dhadowy entities conduct demonstrations before bidding on their favorite auctionee for some solo time. The subject of the auction: tickling.

Words: 3,505

What the fuck is going on?

Bakugo couldn’t stop scanning his surroundings, utterly dumbfounded, but his vision never got sharp enough to pierce the darkness that dominated most of the space.

There were only eight sources of light: a spotlight right above each of the 8 restrained heroes, who were arranged to form an octagon, all facing towards the center, which allowed them to see each other and realize they were all in the same predicament.

Each of the 8 heroes was seated down in some kind of black contraption, their legs extended in front of them and their ankles trapped in a set of padded stocks, to whose tops were looped several strings secured to their toes that kept their soles spread and perfectly immobile, though not uncomfortably so. Their arms were raised above their heads and slightly to the side, manacled to the high back of the padded contraption. And further above was a monitor, whose several windows depicted the captive below from multiple angles. The front, both from an elevated position and at the level of the stocks, and from each side. But the cameras must have been outside of the area brightly lit by the spotlight, because Bakugo couldn’t see them at all, not even the red recording light.

From what he could see, each of the 8 heroes had been stripped to a pair of boxers, each a different color. Bakugo’s were orange; to his left, Kirishima’s were scarlet red – of course. Kaminari’s were an unoriginal, electric yellow, while Ojiro’s were gray. Bakugo couldn’t see Inasa’s white underwear except through the monitor above him, since the loud idiot was right across from him. To Inasa’s left was Todoroki, and it took Bakugo a moment to realize that he wasn’t naked, but clad in a pair of pink boxers. The entire side to his right must have been designed to piss him off, because next to Todoroki was emerald-clad Deku; and then, right between him and Bakugo, was that duplicitous snake, Shindo, glancing around without the slightest hint of apprehension or embarrassment at being restrained and stripped to a pair of black boxers he probably did not own. He unabashedly stared at the heroes’ trapped forms one by one.

Izuku’s personality and general demeanor created the impression that he was more petite and leaner than he really was, because his not-really-stocky frame was packed with muscle. Todoroki’s form was more slender, his waist not as thin as Bakugo’s and lacking in the latter’s V-shape, a chiseled yet non-threatening body that gave him that idol quality that seemed to make all manners of fans go nuts.

Inasa was the biggest guy in the group, and everything about him could be summed up in two words: “big” and “broad”. The tallest, he had the thickest limbs and the broadest shoulders and chest. He almost made Ojiro look small by comparison, even though the tailed boy boasted shoulders no less broad than Kirishima’s, and his muscle tone was the stringiest in the group, very Bruce Lee-like. Kaminari was not as fit as the others, despite being pretty in shape still, but he didn’t work on his muscle definition as much as the others: he professed himself content with just his abs being visible enough to attract the ladies on the boardwalk while he’s lying on the beach.

And Kirishima was… Kirishima. A dense, well-proportioned form sculpted by relentless exercise. It was when he caught Shindo admiring it that Bakugo snapped at him. “Keep that up, you pervert, or I’ll kill you.”

Shindo offered him a sardonic smile. “Relax. They’ve told us. None of this is real. Just enjoy it as much as you can.”

The fact that six heads had turned in their direction didn’t stop Katsuki from yelling back, “So that means being a creep for you?”

Shindo shrugged in his restraints. “Like I said, it’s not really happening. Besides, it’s not like you don’t do it,” he responded calmly, glancing suggestively at Kirishima. The redhead’s confusion was instantly replaced by a blush that soon found its match on Katsuki’s face. But before he could threaten to eat the vibrating boy’s liver, the disembodied voice resounded again.

“Sounds like you boys have had enough time for the news to sink in! Yes, none of this is real. You’re not in any danger and you won’t feel any pain, I assure you. You will get wrecked, though.”

Disembodied cheers and whistles flooded the room, and Katsuki realized that the area at the center of the octagon was filled with people, shadowy figures he could not make out at all, but who were obviously very enthusiastic about what was about to transpire.

“Oh God, please, no…” whimpered Kaminari, more anxious than even Deku. Inasa had the most confused expression of the bunch, as though he hadn’t understood the explanation or what they were all there for. Ojiro and Kirishima were a mixture of those two emotions, with the redhead often glancing in Katsuki’s direction, wordlessly offering reassurance, and sometimes requesting it. Todoroki’s mildly bemused expression had not left his face for even a second, like he had understood what was happening, but wasn’t at all concerned by it. As for Shindo, his lewd grin had returned. “Let’s strap ourselves in.”

“Vibrator there gets it!” remarked the announcer. “Now, this is sort of an auction, sort of a Kickstarter thing. We’ll pick a spot, or a bundle of spots, and you all do your bidding. Depending on how much we raise for a spot, we assign a tool, as you can read in your pamphlets. Then, our ‘volunteersì here get it. After we go through the first three bundles, we’ll have an intermission. I know, but our auctionees will need a break, and I promise you, you won’t be disappointed by the intermission one bit! Then, we’ll move on to the second part of the test. Finally, you’ll all be able to bid on a specific auctionee and get some quality time with them! The higher the bid, the longer you’ll be able to play with them before we send them back to their world. We’ll all experience it soon enough, after all!”

Cheers and wolf-whistles from the shadowy crowd.

“YOU SICK FUCKING BASTARDS, I’LL MURDER YOU ALL!!! LET US GO OR…”

The announcer effortlessly drowned him out. “Aww, what’s the matter? Is someone a little ticklish?”

“No, I’m fucking not” snarled Bakugo.

“We’ll find out soon enough! Bundle 1 is sides and waist. Commence your bidding!”

And the shadowy crowd began to speak, their voices distorted beyond any human sound.

“30!”

“32!”

“40!”

“50!”

“50 going once!”

“51.”

Amid his cussing, Bakugo glanced at Izuku, who had been growing paler and paler. Shit luck.

“Sold for 62 to Shadow #47! My, this might be our best starting round yet!”

As soon as those words were uttered, Bakugo heard a yelp before giving a start himself. A pair of floating hands had materialized at his sides and had begun squeezing them. But they’d have to do a lot better than that if they wanted him to laugh.

“Now folks, this is only the first round, a warm-up, if you will, so don’t be surprised if we don’t get any dramatic reactions just ye--”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOOOOOOHO! GO AWAAAAAAAAAYYYY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Bakugo wouldn’t have needed to recognize the voice to know that the unholy screams were coming from Kaminari. The guy didn’t have the slightest filter, he’d instantly burst into guffaws as soon as someone so much as threatened to touch him, no matter whether he was ticklish in the threatened area. The true telltale sign of whether a spot on his body was ticklish or not was whether he’d continue to be as loud after those first 30 seconds.

Unfortunately for him, his sides also happened to be pretty sensitive.

“Well, I stand corrected, it seems like we have a live one already! Come on, Yellow, pull yourself together! That’s only your… fourth most ticklish spot, and we’ve barely even started!”

Denki’s screaming was distracting announcer and audience alike from something that was happening on the other side of the room, but Katsuki hadn’t missed a moment of it.

He’d immediately recognized Izuku’s yelp when the hands first started squeezing. He’d seen him shut his eyes and close his mouth as tight as he could, going stiff as a board, then starting to squirm in place, curls whipping about. Everyone who’d ever witnessed it, even Bakugo, had no choice but agree: Izuku was impossibly cute when he was trying not to laugh.

The hands were not trying to be as agonizing as possible: their repetitive, methodical squeezing was designed to chip away at their defenses rather than to induce hysteria. That was probably why Kirishima was managing to hold in his laughter, despite Katsuki knowing his sides were indeed pretty sensitive, even as he was going red with the effort. But Midoriya, it took him all of 5 seconds before he protested “N-Noho… dohon’t! … ….. Ha… haha hahahahahahahaha!”

And, as usual, Izuku broke. A lifetime of tickling at Bakugo’s hands, and then the whole class, had taught him that resistance was futile and that he may as well save the energy to laugh. But it was only when Denki’s din began to abate that the announcer noticed.

“Oh, and what have we here! Shadowpeople and shadowpeople, isn’t he adorable?”

The audience cooed in agreement. Realizing they were talking about him, Izuku grew even more flustered, which always made him even more sensitive. “Hahahahahahah! Stohohop! Hahahaha pleeehehahahahse! Hahahahaahahahahahahah!”

“Green here is quite the sensitive one! His sides are just as ticklish as Yellow’s, and he doesn’t look like he can hold it in much better! They’re also his fourth worst spot, tying with another one. So he’s even more unlucky!”

“Hahaha! Noohahahahah hahahahaahahahahhahaahahahahahah!”

While Denki was depleting all his energy uselessly thrashing about, Deku’s reaction to the tickling was to try to pull himself up by his restrained wrists, but the way they were sitting prevented him from getting the necessary leverage. The sight of his chiseled body, in stark contrast to his innocent face, flexing vainly to escape the mild stimulation was engrossing, and Katsuki caught Shindo staring unabashedly.

For his part, the vibrating dick seemed unaffected, as did Inasa, who wasn’t even squirming, but seemed to be talking to the hands. Like Bakugo himself, Ojiro seemed to be holding up well enough. Kirishima had grown even redder, and though he wasn’t giggling yet, Bakugo heard a strained “That… thehe best… you can do?” If that kept up, he may cave as well. But Todoroki…

“Pink here is a special one indeed!” the announcer resumed, and the crowd seemed to shift towards Todoroki, who was visibly leaning to the left as much as he was able to. His face was scrunched in a look of absolute concentration and discomfort.

“Not only is he ticklish on different spots on his right and left half, which is more ticklish… except for his right flank, which is one of his very worst spots! He’s quite the resilient one, isn’t he? Want to count how long it takes him to break, everyone?”

“1!” started chanting the crowd as the hands kept up their squeezing, the one on his right side pausing for a second so he’d jump away from the other hand, making his right flank fully exposed again…

“9!”

If they really wanted to break him, Bakugo reckoned, both hands would be focusing on his right side. But they weren’t. They really were only toying with them at this stage.

“16!”

A smile began to warp his focused expression…

“21!”

Todoroki let out a snort, and the audience skipped one number in eager anticipation, but he held on…

“24!”

But that first crack had weakened the dam too much. “Ghahahahahaah! Haahahahahahahahahahahahah! HAHAHAH ahhahahahaahhaha! Hahahahahaha hahaha HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA hahaah HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

Todoroki never spoke while he was tickled. Bakugo had heard that from Deku. Whether he enjoyed or hated it, he wouldn’t say anything. No begging, no cursing, no commentary. He’d simply laugh, as if being tickled to tears was a fact of life and all he could do was accept it.

“HAHAHAHAH HAhahhahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHAHA hahahahahahahahah HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!”

“Quite the self-control indeed! We have his right side as a 9.5. I know we aren’t making the most of it, but this is the appetizer, we’ll come back to it… Oops, enough spoilers out of me! Bad Interdimensional Announcer!”

With that, he(?) quieted down, and the loudest sounds in the room were Denki’s disconnected pleas and Todoroki’s intermittent laughter, followed by Deku’s steady stream of adorable giggles. Sometimes a loud sniff would escape Kirishima, who was bent forward with his head tilted as much as his restraints allowed him, a huge grin on his face… he was about to break. And across the room from Bakugo, Ojiro was also beginning to show signs of caving, being unable to fight back a smile that looked sickeningly pure… The continuous stimulation was also starting to get to Bakugo. But he wouldn’t laugh. He wouldn’t smile. He wouldn’t. He clenched his jaws harder.

And then, suddenly, the thumbs of the floating hands were digging into his waist. The surprise had Bakugo buck, but, thankfully, that was about it. It didn’t matter whether the hands traced along the upper hem of his boxers or dug into his hips, he wasn’t ticklish there. He allowed himself to release the breath he’d been holding and took stock of his surroundings.

Shoto’s laughter had diminished considerably, to the point he was merely giggling, and the tormented expression he had before had given way to a more carefree one, signaling it wasn’t anywhere as torturous. Katsuki was well aware that once the laughter starts flowing, you can’t repress your reactions anymore. Denki was also faring better, though the dolt was not using this chance to catch his breath, but to resume his string of pleas.

Meanwhile, right across from Bakugo, the wind oaf had started to fidget. “Oh… Hold ohohon, you dohon’t really want t-TO tickle m-meh?” is what he stammered through as the hands gently scratched at his waist, speaking absurdly loud even as he was fighting to hold back the giggles, which promised to be no less obnoxious than his voice. The relentless thumbs sunk into the prominent creases that from his hips led down into his boxers, causing him to spasm at every squeeze, inching up and then down like some meaty, flightless bird.

Next to him, Ojiro had also started to chuckle, though his voice was drowned out by his much louder neighbors. Curiosity would have taken hold of Bakugo, or if not for…

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! HAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAA!”

Izuku had absolutely lost it. He was shaking in his bonds and shifting his weight this way and that, his abdominal muscles flexing repeatedly as the hands dug into his hips.

“There it is, everyone! Our first 10! I don’t mind saying this, he’s not hiding it at all! Looks absolutely torturous, doesn’t it? He’s so cute I almost want to make this stop… almost! But you’ve bid for… oh my, poor Green here better brace himself!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAH HOHOHOHOHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAH HAHAHHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHA!”

Bakugo could see it in the monitors. The hands had completely stopped teasing Izuku’s waist in favor of repeatedly digging into his hips, milking his worst spot for all the laughter it was worth.

“My, my, how does one look like he’s in absolute hell, and still so adorable? I’m asking you, folks, because I have no idea!”

The announcer wasn’t lying. Izuku’s tortured laughter gave him an androgynous beauty that sounded like the sweetest mirth. Bakugo was well-acquainted with that sound. But right now, he was focused on something else.

“Hahaohohoho! Hahahahahahah cohohome ohohon, thahat’s nohoto nihihice hahahahahahah! HAHA hahahaha hahahahahahahahah hahhahahahahaah!”

Bakugo’s heartbeat picked up when he heard the familiar laughter. Kirishima had caved. Though not as much as Izuku, he was very sensitive there, and the fingers just wouldn’t stop teasing his lower abs and the top of his V-line, alternating those two spots to keep him guessing.

Bakugo hoped that Izuku’s unmatched laughter would keep the announcer distracted and spare Kirishima the teasing, and it did. For about a minute.

“Red has finally joined the chorus! Sing for us, Red!”

“Hahahahahaahhahaha! Fuhuuahhahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohop mahahahahahahahahn!”

“No can do man, these… ‘people’ have paid good money to see the show!”

Both hands briefly focused on his flat lower belly, causing him to whip his head from side to side, his horrible (but manly) red mane beginning to lose its carefully constructed shape.

“Hahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahaahhahahahaha! Hehehe… He’s hahahahahhad ehehnough! Hahahhahahaha hahahahahahahahhaahhahahahaha!”

Bakugo blanched. What was he talking about?

“Oh… How noble! How admirable! Red here is the second most sensitive on this spot, yet he’s worrying about Green! Doesn’t this just warm your… hearts?”

A collective snicker accompanied his last word.

“All this selflessness is making me want to tickle them both that much more! Wouldn’t you agree?”

The shadowy audience responded with a resounding “YES!”

“HAhahahahah hahahahahahah hahahahahah! Stahahahahahahahaha—“

“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA!”

“Green, it’s impolite to talk over other people! I think we can prolong Bundle 1 a little bit, would you like that?”

“Nohohohohahahahahaa! hHahahahahahahaah HAHAHAH hahahahahahahahahahahha!” laughed Kirishima.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHAHAH HAHAHAH HAH HAH AHA HAH AHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!” screamed Izuku, oblivious to the announcer’s cruelty.

“NO!” commanded Bakugo.

“YES!” agreed the audience. And whether they got their way, Bakugo wasn’t able to tell. But Izuku’s and Kirishima’s laughter went on for a long, long time. Bakugo couldn’t look away from Kirishima, just in case he could meet his gaze, but the redhead’s eyes couldn’t focus on anything, either closed shut or roaming the liminal darkness aimlessly.

And when the hands finally retracted, Bakugo heard a voice tut next to him. That motherfucker.

“Look, it’s you who have the wrong mindset,” offered Shindo calmly after the string of insults, still looking fresh as a rose. “There’s nothing we can do about it, and we’re all in this together. We might as well make the most of it.”

“Did you hear, everyone? Sounds like Black wouldn’t mind being one of you, doing the bidding!”

“I like the show and it’s not real money…”

“I wonder if he’s acting cocky because he thinks we don’t know the secret to tickling him? Oh yes, shadowpeople and shadowpeople, don’t think for a moment that Black is a dud! We wouldn’t have brought him here if he was. No, his Quirk has made it so that certain methods are ineffective… but not all of them. Think you’ll still be confident when we whip one out?”

Maybe the announcer didn’t deserve to die as horrible a death as Bakugo had originally thought. He saw that Shindo’s smirk didn’t falter, although his reply was very curt “We’ll see.”

“Indeed we will!”

Katsuki gave Shindo a shit-eating grin, which was met with an infuriatingly serene smirk, before turning to Kirishima. “Are you ok?” he asked before he could stop himself.

Still panting, Kirishima beamed at him. “Of course! You… know it takes a lot more to… break me… Besides, I love being tickled! Maybe not… by these weird guys, but…”

“Weirdo,” snarled Katsuki, though he couldn’t deny the relief that washed over him. He followed Eijiro’s gaze to Midoriya, who was slumped in his bonds, breathing heavily. Tears had already stained his cheeks, and the spotlight revealed a faint sheen of perspiration covering his upper body.

“Looks like Green has had enough! …Well, if anything, the next Bundles won’t be as bad for him. Still pretty bad, though. But this cinnamon roll has a lot more stamina than you’d think! While he catches his breath, how about we bid on Bundle 2?”

 “What is Bundle 2?” asked Todoroki with the utmost calm, as if he wasn’t still recovering from the previous onslaught, but merely asking a question in class. Bakugo wondered if he would have raised his hand had it not been restrained.

“You’ll find out soon enough! 33, going once… 44! 46! Isn’t this a popular one! Fif-- 62!”

“Oh, no…” whined Denki.

“Dunce Face, shut your mouth or I’ll shut it for you!”

“Easy for you to say! Wait until they bid on--"

“NOT ANOTHER WORD OR I’LL TICKLE YOU TO DEATH!”

“Oh? Where are you ticklish, Bakugo?” asked Shindo with infuriating nonchalance.

“Nowhere, fucker,” he spat back.

Shindo shrugged. “I’ll find out soon enough.”

“Bakugo, stop. There’s no point bickering,” remarked Todoroki.

“He’s right. Save your strength. We’ll have asses to kick later,” stated Kirishima.

Bakugo said nothing and glowered at Shindo.

“86 going twice…”

“This is bad…” commented Ojiro.

“What is?” asked Kirishima.

“The higher the bid, the longer the… lasts…” explained Izuku, his analytical mind not shutting off even in those circumstances.

Inasa cocked his head. “For real?”

“Fucking great,” growled Bakugo, and not even his scowl could prevent Denki from letting out another whimper.

“Sold for 103! Bundle 2 starts now!”