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[sipsteainanxiety]

christmas (baby please come home) || katsuki b.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader 

word count: 2.4k+

mentions: gender neutral pronouns, angst (i’m sorry LOL), fluff’s still there tho, pro-hero au, ooc? maybe

a/n: merry (early) christmas! this is a collab piece from the bnha sanctuary discord server :)) a list of all the participants can be found here! hope u enjoy and thanks for reading <33

✧˖° you should be here with me, baby please come home

The life of a pro-hero was a busy one - everyone knew that. Crime waited for no one, incidents popping up all over Japan one after the other with hardly a moment of reprieve. Villains especially liked to cause trouble around holiday times - for what reason, you didn’t know. But it meant Katsuki was out of the house more often than usual. You knew he liked to take on as many missions as possible, burdening himself with job after job after job. You think he just wanted to show that he was better than his coworkers - namely poor Midoriya and Todoroki - but you also knew he simply liked being out and about on his feet. 

It should have came as a surprise to you when he told you he was leaving on a month-long mission. But it didn’t, not really. You’d long ago become accustomed to the feeling of disappointment around this time of the year. 

“Babe, it’s just for a month, I’ll be back before y’know it,” he told you as he collected some of the empty dishes on the kitchen table. He had cooked dinner tonight - your favorite meal - and you almost thought it was so he could break the unpleasant news to you. You sighed as you gathered the rest of the plates and made your way to the sink to start washing them. 

“I know, I know. You have to do what you have to do,” you murmured out as you set the silverware down and turned on the faucet. A jet of cold water crashed onto your hands as you picked up one of the plates and rinsed it out. A sinking feeling seemed to curl itself inside your chest, unwelcome yet familiar. “It’s okay. Will you be back before Christmas at least?” 

“Who knows. I can’t tell you details about it, but we’ve been tracking these bastards for months.” He came up behind you to set the remaining dishes into the sink. You could feel him hovering just behind you, his chest nearly pressed up against your back. You tried not to react too much, focusing your attention on the frigidity of the water and the soap that you lathered onto your little sponge. He knew just how much of an effect he had on you, though, and the way he bent his head down to rest in the crook of your neck had you fighting to suppress a shiver. 

He whispered your name against your skin, hot breath causing goosebumps to erupt along the exposed part of your shoulders. You huffed and abruptly shut the faucet off, wiping your hands on your shirt before you turned around to fix him with a half-hearted glare. He had a crooked smirk on his face, his hands finding their way comfortably to your hips as you crossed your arms against your chest. He liked teasing you like this, you knew that.

“I know you can’t ignore your job, but,” you slumped your shoulders a bit and uncrossed your arms, “around Christmas again? Really?” 

He rolled his eyes, fingers fiddling with the edge of your shirt. He knew it made you sad when he was gone around this time. “It’s not like I can just fucking say no.” 

“Well I know that,” you retorted. Part of you had already given up, knowing that whatever you said wouldn’t make him stay. You were fighting a losing battle anyways. You had resigned yourself to moments like this when you’d agreed to date the hot-headed bastard. 

He bent down further, blond hair tickling your forehead as he tried to catch your eye. You sighed again, turning your head to meet the crimson color of his irises. You looped your arms around his neck, one of your hands burying itself into the soft spikes of his hair, fiddling with the strands in a way you knew he adored. 

“When do you leave?” you breathed out against the softness of his lips that’d dipped down close - but not too close - to your own. His hands trailed up to the small of your back, warmth seeping through your clothes and onto your skin. 

“Tomorrow morning,” he grunted out, his breath fanning out across your cheeks. You wanted to jump back in surprise, widen your eyes and exclaim in shock that it was so soon. But you expected this. Repetition over the past years caused you to fall into a state of expectancy towards his tendency to tell you these sort of things on such a short notice. You just hummed, letting him spoil you with a few fluttering kisses pressed gently against your lips; his way of apologizing for his absence. 

And the next morning, you woke up to find yourself alone in your bed, the sheets on his designated side unnaturally cold.

You, unfortunately, were used to the state of quietude that always lingered around your shared apartment. The cold temperatures that permeated the air and made you feel smaller than usual. Eating dinner in front of the T.V. instead of at the kitchen table, staring warmly at his form seated across from you. Sometimes you thought this apartment was too big for just the two of you, but this was only emphasized on days when you were alone. 

You missed him at times like these. But you were not selfish enough to claw your hands around him and trap him at home when you knew he would be making a difference out in the world, fighting villains. You only wished his missions would stop falling so close to the holidays. There was nothing wrong with him working, but couldn’t he try to plan these sorts of things earlier? Or even later? 

You dismissed your feelings, not wanting to be pesky. Annoying. You were fine, you kept telling yourself. You could handle solitude. 

Day after day, night after night, you roamed around trying to ignore the feelings of absence that plagued you. You buried yourself in your own work, setting time aside to occasionally call Katsuki to check up on him. He didn’t always answer. You expected that. Your calls also didn’t always connect. You tried not to bother him too often, but it was hard, it was hard. You craved his presence, his warm touch on your skin, but you knew you just had to suck it up. Again and again, year after year. It was nothing new. 

November turned to December, and with it brought twinkling lights that adorned the outside trees and stop signs. You liked to walk around at night to see the decorations that covered the homes of families. It gave you a feeling of longing, watching kids play around in the front yard of their homes, building snowmen or helping their parents set up plastic reindeer. The cheerful atmosphere was nice and it lifted your mood a bit to be among people who were clearly enjoying the Christmas spirit. 

This was so heavily juxtaposed by the emptiness that greeted you when you returned home. The darkness that you attempted to chase away by hanging fairy lights along the walls. You dragged out the small Christmas tree from storage that you and Katsuki had purchased a while back. You reminisced about the first and last time you had set up the tree together - before his work became too overbearing - as you mechanically hung up ornaments that reflected your wistful expression back to you. 

By the time you finished setting up the tree, you were covered in glitter and small bits of shiny plastic. You stood in front of it as your eyes glistened with all the colors and lights that stood out against the artificial leaves. You could almost feel Katsuki’s arm wrapped around your waist as he stood next to you to admire the fruits of your labor. 

“Ours is definitely better than fucking Deku’s,” he had said on that first Christmas. “We make a great team, babe.” 

You turned away from the tree, shooing away the memory as you grabbed some wreathes and stockings to decorate the door and walls with. You were being emotional for no reason, you chided yourself silently. It wasn’t like he was gone forever. 

Your marathon of solitude was interrupted during the week of Christmas by a knock on your door. You had been browsing through recipes on your phone as you attempted to figure out what to make for dinner. Tossing your phone onto the couch, you made your way to the door to see who it was. 

“Hey [Name]!” The smiling face of Kirishima greeted you once you opened the door. “Hope you don’t mind the intrusion. We brought some food!” Ashido popped up behind him, waving around a few bags of takeout. 

“Hey guys.” You blinked in confusion at their appearance, yet stepped aside to let them into your apartment. “What... brings you here?” 

“Just wanted to see how you’re doing!” Ashido said with a grin as she slipped off her shoes. Kirishima let out a happy sigh at the warmth that encompassed his cold form as he walked into your apartment. 

“Wow! Did you decorate yourself?” Kirishima asked as he marveled at the lights and decorations that adorned the walls. Ashido headed straight for the kitchen table to start unpacking the food. 

“Yeah,” you shrugged your shoulders in what you hoped was a nonchalant manner, “kept me busy for a bit.” 

“It looks great!” Kirishima smiled at you, then waved you over to the table. “C’mon, lets eat before the food gets too cold.” 

It was odd, you thought, as you settled down at the table and started passing around containers to fill up plates. Odd, but not unwelcome. You hadn’t realized just how deep your longing for physical contact had ran until this very moment. You felt a bit lighter being around Ashido and Kirishima, their presence enough to chase away the ghosts that had lingered around your apartment. They chatted about this and that, asking you how you’ve been and what you’ve been up to. You noticed that they weren’t in their hero uniforms, instead nestled comfortably in regular clothing. You pondered upon the possibility of asking them just why they had decided to show up out of the blue. But luckily for you, Ashido explained soon enough. 

“Don’t tell him we told you, but Bakugou had asked us to check up on you,” Ashido said with a smile and a wink as she scraped up the last few bites from her bowl. “King Explosion Murder has a heart, who knew!” 

“Yeah, sorry we didn’t come as often as we’d liked,” Kirishima said with an apologetic tone. He scratched the back of his head. “Work has been extra rough with Bakugou and Midoriya out on that mission.” 

You waved off his worries, part of you feeling a bit warmer at their words. “Don’t fret about it, I get it! I’m glad you decided to pop in for a bit, I appreciate it.” 

They stayed for a bit longer, discussing plans for the New Year as Kaminari was apparently thinking about having a little get together at his place. You enjoyed chatting with them for the time being, but eventually they had to leave, promising to come visit you again soon. You waved to them as they disappeared down the hall of your apartment complex, then turned back to look at your empty living room once more. 

It had been nice, but in the end it had just been a temporary reprieve.

Christmas Eve soon arrived and you found yourself sitting in the dark, watching cheesy holiday movies by yourself. You hadn’t bothered turning on the lights you had set up, not finding the will to. Outside, snow had begun to gently fall, covering the streets in a powdery layer of white. You clutched at a mug of hot chocolate in your cold hands, sipping from it now and then. 

Katsuki’s parents had popped in earlier to drop off some presents for the two of you. Mitsuki was less than pleased at her son’s absence, but she could only offer you a hug and a promise to slap some sense into her brat for you. They knew it was hard being a pro-hero, however, so there wasn’t much they could really do. While you’d enjoyed talking with them for a bit, their departure only seemed to leave behind an even bigger hole in your heart.

As the clock struck midnight, you finally decided to head to bed. Turning the T.V. off, you uncurled yourself from the couch and headed to the bathroom for your nightly routine. You were tired, but that was nothing compared to the aching you felt in your chest. Was it selfish of you to wish that he was home? Probably. You always found yourself saying that it would be different next year, that you would be able to spend time with him on New Year’s Eve. But this annual routine never did change, and you unwillingly grew more and more complacent with the entire situation. There was just something about spending time with those you love on Christmas that you couldn’t replace, no matter what.

Letting out a long sigh, you flopped onto your too-large bed, wrapping yourself in the blankets upon it. You glanced at Katsuki’s empty side of the bed, untouched for so long. You hadn’t dared to sleep on it. Turning on your side, you faced the wall and curled into a ball, hoping to slip away into a slumber that would hold you captive for a few days. 

At some point in the night, just before the rays of the sun peeked through the curtains of the bedroom window, you found yourself awake. For what reason, you didn’t know, but there was an odd warmth wrapped around your waist. If you listened hard enough, you could hear gentle breathing that wasn’t your own, feel small gusts of air against the nape of your neck. 

Slowly, so slowly, you turned around, blinking through the darkness of the room lightened up only slightly by moon. The sleeping face of Katsuki greeted you, his head tucked close to your own - enough that his hair tickled your cheeks. His arm held you close to him, legs messily tangled together. You watched him carefully, eyes observing the mess that was his hair and the dark circles that lined the bottom of his eyes. 

Your hand came up to rest on his face, thumb softly smoothing the skin of his cheek. He stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up, exhaustion clearly settled deeply into his bones. He clutched onto you just a bit tighter than before, and you found that all the loneliness and wistful sadness that had wrapped around your heart over the past month melted away with ease.

With a small smile tugging at your lips, you tucked your head under his chin, wrapping your own arms tightly around him. As though if your grip were any looser, he would slip right through them. 

[gaerli]

Overthinking and Worrying

[Hawks x GN!Reader]

--SPOILER WARNING--

[Hawks is concerned because Y/N isn't sleeping--]

It has been a while since Hawks stayed up late, as he always sleeps after 2-3 hours after arriving home, leaving you awake by yourself. You didn’t complain honestly, you loved seeing your fiancé sleeping peacefully curling up to you and you especially loved how he has this childish smile of comfort and safety while sleeping when you pet his head gently.

While the winged hero could sleep peacefully, you on the other hand had a hard time catching sleep, and this problem has been occurring for a while, however you did not want to worry him so you kept it to yourself. After all, this isn't the first time you go through this problem before. But how come you cannot sleep? Anxiety and the stress of everything weights on your shoulder during the nights. Overthinking and worrying very much for your fiancé takes its’ toll on you, leaving you with so much adrenaline of stress to be able to catch sleep. And how the media (and even villains) keeps an eye on you and Hawks isn’t helping your case either…however you were able to get a bit of sleep and the sleep deprivation wasn’t very visible on you…

This has been going on for a while, however after recent events and after Hawks told you about what the commission have been planning as he trusts you enough to tell you as he knows you would never utter a single word or be suspicious when someone asks about Hawks, though, let’s say this alone have kept you up at night. You can’t fantom the idea of how in the living heck does the hero commission throw your fiancé out in such a dangerous mission without a second thought. This lack of sleep problem of yours has gotten worse after the war incident and Hawks gotten badly hurt to the point of almost losing his wings and life in the process. 

Obviously the first weeks after Hawks was granted a long long hiatus from hero work to focus on his health was hard on both him and you. He kept waking up in cold sweat, tears and panic in his eyes and out of breath as he kept having nightmares of the fight with Dabi. When you asked him about what exactly went down, he couldn’t bring himself to say it which you respected and told him to tell you when he is ready. You kept being awake the first weeks for his sake, rarely caught sleep as not only your anxiety for his wellbeing is crash up the roof, but also you want to be ready whenever he was about to wake up in panic. This made your sleep deprivation even worse but you made sure to hide it as you wanted him and his wellbeing to be your priority #1.

After few weeks has passed, he has gotten better and he got the help he needed in order to deal with this borderline traumatizing event he went through and you were with him throughout the whole ordeal (he thanked whatever up there to have blessed him with someone like you in his life). However you on the other hand haven’t been able to get any sleep or any rest. And after a while it was nearly impossible to hide the sleep deprivation anymore as it was visible on you. Not to mention the fact that after Hawks managed to calm down from everything he did notice off stuff about you…

…he noticed that you barely have energy to continue with the day but keep pushing yourself as well as he is the first to sleep and last to wake up which proves his theory that you’re not sleeping.

He is concerned because you’re sleeping at all.

Hawks decided to confront you about this as now he is worried about your wellbeing. So while you two were cuddling in the couch, with him laying on your lap while you leaned against the couch cushion, he decided to ask you—

”Dove?”

”Mm?”

”When was the last time you’ve gotten a full 8 hour sleep?”

”…uh”

That question of his caught you off guard. How come he asks about your sleeping habit. This low-key made you nervous as you did not want to worry him with your problems-

”Ahah oh— w-w-well you see honey…I do get enough sle—”

”Don’t lie to me (Y/N), I know you well enough that when you begin to talk like this means you’re hiding something” he replied as he sat up and turned to around to face you, his face expression says it all. He is very concerned

”(Y/N)…dove…talk to me”

For some reason, the way he gently said that and the way he held your hands in his, looking into your eyes with love and care made you breakdown and cry which made the winged hero not hesitate to pull you into his embrace and hold you close. 

”I’m sorry dove…I can guess partly on the reason for the lack of sleep…” he said in a low voice, feeling guilty over the fact he made the love of his life this worry to the point of lack of sleep

”N-No honey, it i-isn’t only because of what happened to you” you managed to say, clutching to his shirt. After that you two didn’t say anything. Just you quietly sobbing onto Hawks chest while he held you close, not bothering hiding the pain he felt for seeing you in such state.

After a bit, you managed to calm down and Hawks handed you napkins to blow your nose while brushed away your tears.

”…during the night…I have a bad habit of overthinking and worrying to the point I can’t sleep” you said while looking down, feeling a bit embarrassed about talking about this as this is the first time in a long time that you actually talk about the sleeping problem.

”How come I did not know about this?” ”Because…I didn’t want to bother you Kei…”

His expression softened and he smiled gently, caressing your cheek affectionately.

”Dove…you would never bother me…I love you and I want to be by your side the same way you are by my side” Hawks said as he leaned to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, which you gladly returned.

”…Kei…I love you”

”I love you too (Y/N)…but we gotta find a way to help you get more sleep”

”B-But how?” You asked, genuinely not knowing how. Hawks thought for a bit until he thought of an idea

”I think I know how… you said you cannot sleep because of anxiety and worrying right?”

”And overthinking…s-sometimes” you said while looking aside a bit flustered

”Overthinking, right. So I wanna know, what exactly are you worrying and overthinking about to the point of not sleeping- is it nightmares?”

”N-no!! I barely get these nowadays b-but” you looked down, a bit too shy to say it out loud, but at this point, Hawks is your fiancé, you two should tell each other everything, including insecurities ’He gotta know…he needs to know…’ you took a deep breath, looking up at Hawks who was waiting for your answer attentively-

”I…feel like I am a huge burden to you…I see what the media is saying about our relationship and I know the villains are still after not only you but me- d-don’t get me wrong I don’t care most of the time!!—” You tried to explain yourself, but then looked down and continued ”—…but…I feel like I am an extra burden to you, I feel like I’m holding you back…I feel like the media and the villains are always keeping an extra eye on you because of me as they think I am your weakpo—” 

”You’re my weakpoint, as in I would do anything to keep you safe and alive!”

”R-Right. B-but yeah anyways” you continued ”I feel like I am holding you back and that I am an extra baggage that you need to deal with as the same time as you deal with your own shit” you sighed, taking a deep breath.

”Not to mention…how much I worry for your well being and how much the hero commission is pushing you beyond your limits and to the extreme…” you looked up at him with worry in your eyes ”Keigo I am worried about you and about your reputation”

Hawks was silent for a moment, taking in everything. He understands it all now.

”I see…(Y/N) I am so sorry I caus—” ”N-No Kei honey it is not your fault!!” You quickly reassured him to which he smiled gently to.

”I love you (Y/N) and I want you to know that you are never holding me back, you are never bothering me and I don’t give two shits about reputation or what the stupid hero commission wants from me. I am so sorry that I keep worry you tho, you don’t deserve to be sleep deprived over me but just you know—” he leaned close so that his forehead touches yours, smiling at you with love and affection in his eyes 

”—that I love you. So much dove, the fact that you worry for me means that you care about me and…just thank you, for everything”

You looked at him with a gentle smile yourself and chuckled a bit. 

”No need to thank me sweetheart. You are my everything”

He leaned to give you a kiss on the lips, filled with love and affection, a kiss worth thousands of words of love.

”Tonight (Y/N)…it is all about you” he said after you two pulled away from the kiss. ”Tonight…let me take care of you”

You smiled, a bit doozy after the kiss. You did not complain or protest against it. After all— when Hawks is being the big spoon and in charge, he knows how to make you feel comfortable and loved, safe and protected, tucked away from the cruel world in the bubble of love.

”Alright…” you said as Hawks stood up, carrying you bridal style up to your shared bedroom—

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As you two are laying on the bed, with you laying on Hawks’ chest, his heart-beatings calms you down a lot, however before those thoughts even had the time to creep up into your head, Hawks began softly speak reassuring and loved filled words while gently running his fingers from your neck down to your back before caressing your head. 

”I’ve got you (Y/N)…I’ve got you” he managed to say which made you smile. Oh how lucky you are to have someone as loving as him in your life. However as soon as he began speak about how you two’s future will be after marrying and after creating the family you both want with each other and how much he is looking forward spending the rest of his life with you, you felt a feeling of happiness and joy within your heart. You’ve forgotten to even think of how you both will have your future with each other because of the negative overthinking. This felt so nice to hear and you even imagined how your and Hawks’ kids will look like and how the wedding will be.

Not gonna lie, this lulled you to sleep slowly and surely. You yawned a bit before snuggling closer into his chest with a dorky smile on your face. 

”Thank you Kei…I love you”

And soon, you found yourself drifting to sleep and not long after staring to snore a bit. When Hawks heard you snore a bit (which he adores by the way), a smile plastered on his face and leaned to kiss your head adjusting himself before cuddling you close and drifting to sleep himself.

”Good night dove…the love of my life”

To say you two had the best sleep that night is an understatement and for the first time in so long, you slept properly and long enough as well as—

—this was the best sleep you’ve ever had and it is all thanks to your birdman fiancé.

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AUTHOR NOTE: Hello!! This is my part of the collab with my friends at BNHA Sanctuary (btw, I love you all so much over there, dope ass people 100/10 I would forever protect). 

I also wanna apologize if Hawks is a bit OOC and I wanna apologize for my English and grammar errors as well as the inability to properly express the fic properly, English is not my first or second language and I am still learning it ahaha. *Sweats in Swedish* 

Anyways! Reader is gender-neutral here and I’m gonna try to be as inclusive as I can be. I based the events in this fic loosely on the manga and on what I went through back when I had a very bad case of insomnia, ahaha enjoy!! 

P.S-- please don’t hesitate to tell me how to improve as I am still working on being a better writer. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS ACCEPTED AND ENCOURAGED IN ORDER FOR ME TO PROVIDE BETTER CONTENT AND FICS FOR YOU GUYS!!

[tay-is-writing]

Those Nights — Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Hey guys this is a part of a collab piece run by @therainroguefanfiction the prompt was “__ is concerned because y/n isn’t sleeping.” Check out the other fics in this collab and enjoy!

TW: This fic is based off of the recovery process of child grooming. Although it does not explicitly go into the child grooming, this fic may be triggering to those who are victims of it. Child grooming is a form of abuse and manipulation and is not being romanticized. This fic is specifically based off of a depressive episode and comfort from it. If you experience depression and fear reading it might trigger depressive thoughts please do not read. Some of the effects mentioned in this fic are hysteria, self-criticism, and vomiting. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, please do not read. This fic was not written to romanticize any of these topics, but are to spread awareness of the issue and the recovery process. Various resources to help can be found here, if you have any to expand this list with hotlines in the US or other countries please add them or dm me and I’ll add them. I hope if any of you are going through something similar you are able to get help and get out of the situation unscathed.

Note: This fic also mentions an unnamed “he” that is being used to reference the child groomer. This is not well established in the fic as I did not want to go far into the subject especially for the collab piece. There will likely be another version of this fic with the omitted parts; however, since the “he” is only referenced twice in the fic, to make the distinction between the “he” and Shinsou, “he” will be bolded.

Shinsou stared at his phone for a solid ten seconds. You did not just ignore him with an 8-Ball game, not that this was anything new to him. You had the horrible habit of blowing off people’s concern for you with jokes and by changing the subject, which was usually pretty effective. However, after being with you for almost a year, Shinsou had hoped you would drop this habit around him, or at least be a little more open with him. But the last time he saw you upset, you were on campus sitting on a bench, crying your eyes out from what you insisted were allergies. Though, no matter how much you denied something was wrong, Shinsou was always there for you, helping you through it the best he could. Even before the two of you started dating, he was by your side. Right, before you started dating. Shinsou checked the date on his phone and slapped his head realizing why you were doing this. Not wasting a second, he threw a shirt on and grabbed his keys, getting ready to drive to your apartment. He practically ran to his car, legs not moving fast enough to ease his mind. All he could do was pray that he could get to you before you did something stupid.

You stared at your phone, hands shaking as you stared at your last message: “Read 2:59.” Maybe he was right; you drive everyone away. Even Shinsou who promised to be with you as much as he can. He couldn’t even stomach the thought of replying to you. You were leaned over your toilet, feeling the bile build in the back of your throat, a nasty side effect that came with bawling your eyes out. You thought you would pass out if this kept going on. You shook your head. No, Shinsou knew something was wrong. He always had a knack for it, which you both hated and greatly appreciated. Your phone buzzed as if to confirm your theory. Just a simple “open your door” text from Shinsou, but it did so much for your ease of mind. You doused your face in water and rinsed out your mouth to rid it of the leftover taste of vomit. Patting yourself dry, you tried your hardest to not get a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, knowing you were a mess and, it would only make matters worse to see evidence of it. Opening the door, you tried your hardest to appear composed. He didn’t even give you a chance to say anything before flinging himself onto you, engulfing you in a warm hug.

“God, I’m so glad you’re okay. I should’ve come over sooner. I’m so sorry.” His warm breath tickled your ear as he pressed your face into his chest. At that moment, it was just the two of you. Not the man that had engrained himself into your head for years. You were free of him. Shinsou’s hand rubbed your head soothingly, the other one holding your back like he was scared you’d slip away. “Never again,” he whispered, his slight stubble scratching against your skin. “I’m never letting go of you again.” And you understood why he was saying that. He had heard some of the words echoing in your head before. He knew of the things you wanted to do.

You tilted your head up, eyes still red and swollen stared up at Shinsou. “I’m sorry for being such a burden. I’m sure the last thing you want to be doing right now is comforting me. You can go home, Toshi. I’ll be fine.” That was a lie. You didn’t know what would happen to you if Shinsou decided to leave you here. But you didn’t want him to feel as if he was forced to stay with you. So you lied through your teeth, trying to brush off those who cared for you.

You felt a sharp pain on your forehead. Did he just flick you? “Did you not listen to what I just said, dumbass? I’m not leaving.” He let out a heavy sigh, trying his best to stifle the yawn that tried to escape with it. The last thing he wanted was for you to recognize how tired he was. “You don’t have to talk about it. But please stop pushing me away, I’m not going to let you go through this alone. Just let me be here with you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I promise you that you’re anything but a burden. It’s my choice to be with you. No one forced me to drive over here at 3 am, got it? I did it because I love you and, I care for you and, I’m going to keep reminding you until you get it through that thick skull of yours.”

“It’s not thick, you meanie,” you pouted. “It hurts where you flicked it.” You were partially joking, but Shinsou still laughed at your pain like the big jerk he was. He pushed your hair out of your face so that your forehead was entirely visible. You felt him rub his thumb against the spot he flicked earlier before placing a kiss there.

“Better now?”

“No, it still hurts. Maybe you have to kiss it again.” Rather than calling you needy, like he usually would, he happily complied, giving your forehead peck after peck. He slowly worked his way around your face, his lips not missing a single spot. Not having shaved, his stubble tickled your cheek, causing you to pull away with a scrunched nose.

Shinsou let out a joking huff. "Oh so now you don't want me, huh?" He reached out his arms to grab for you and you jumped to escape his grasp. “Come here. Let me love you, kitten.” You shook your head before taking off running as he chased you through your apartment. Despite the two of you being exhausted, the chase lasted for a few minutes until Shinsou cornered you in the kitchen between the wall and counters. You eyed freedom just over the countertop, but before you had made the leap, he had wrapped you between his arms with no escape. “Come on, you need to go to bed. I know you’re exhausted.” Your feet left the ground as your boyfriend threw you over his shoulder. In spite of Shinsou being so sweet to you earlier, he didn’t hesitate to roughly drop you on your bed.

“Where are you going?” you asked as you watched him walk away from you. He wasn’t leaving, was he? Was everything he said earlier all talk and now he’s trying to escape getting stuck with you? He stared back at you as if you had truly lost it.

“I still have to piss, dummy. I’ll be back in 15 seconds tops. I’ll even leave the door open for you, kitten.”

“You better spend more than 15 seconds in there. Wash your hands, you nasty.” He let out a laugh and entered the bathroom. He actually did leave the door open, which strangely put your mind at ease. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Shinsou to come back, it was that you didn’t trust yourself to be good enough for him to want to come back to. How many people did you know who would willingly go out of their way to comfort you at 3 am?

A hard thump interrupted your thoughts as Shinsou threw himself onto your bed. He opened his arms for you to crawl into and you did so happily. You reminded yourself that you were worthy of love and you always would be. You shifted your body so your head was resting on his chest and his arm was wrapped tightly around your body, rubbing circles in your back in attempt to lull you to sleep. “I love you so much.” You could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke to you. “I promise you that I love you more than anything in this world. Nothing is going to happen to you when you’re with me. I won’t let any of your thoughts get to you. No matter how bad those nights get, I’ll be right here.” And he sealed that promise with a kiss to your temple as you drifted off to sleep.

[thehoneycookiecrumbs]

All Might X Reader

- You and All Might are a new couple and after a year of dating, you guys decided to move in together! All Might is worried because for some reason your not sleeping!

Pairing: All Might X Reader

Word Count: 3K

Genre: Fluff and comfort! 

Warnings: Minor cussing

Author Note: This is part of bnha collab i’m doing from the server Bnha Sanctuary! that @myherowritings​ created! It was @therainroguefanfiction​ idea to do the collab! This is my first completed fic? (one-shot) i’ve ever done! so lmk what you guys think and thank you so much for letting me be a part of this collab!!! 

The Collab!!

Also thanks for @ambershaydeoffical​ for helping me edit the first half!! ILYSM THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME <3 and grammarly too <3

Y/N and All Might were in their new house together, they had finally unfinished unloading all the boxes from the moving in truck. Y/N leaned on the counter of the living room, drinking a glass of water when suddenly All Might had received an urgent call from Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi. All Might went through a spectrum of emotions, from anger to guilt to anxiousness. His face paled, and his body shook a bit; finally, he turned to look at Y/N. He spoke in an apologetic tone, "Do you think you can hold off the dinner plans for tonight? I need to head to the police station, one of my students is… in a sticky situation right now..." He flashed her one of his brilliant smiles, "No need to worry though, it's nothing that I can't handle!"

Y/N set her cup down, only for it to crack. She stared at it and had a bad feeling. She chose to ignore it and proceeded to walk towards her lover. She gracefully cupped his cheek in one hand and leaned to peck his lips. "All that matters to me is that you come home safe. I'll be here," she whispered.

All Might’s gaze never faltered, and leaned in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist “I’ll be back soon” and out he went to save the day.

                Hours passed, and Y/N has not heard anything from Toshi. The homemade cooked dinner Y/N had left for her dear boyfriend was cold, sitting on the kitchen table untouched.

Y/N woke up in a cold sweat, her body shaking as she looked to her side and noticed that her man still was not back home. She looked at the time, and it was past midnight. She unlocked her phone with shaky hands, and the first thing she noticed was the news of All Might fighting All for One. Her breath hitched, and she started to watch the live news feed.

               “DESTRUCTION! THEFT! EXPLOITATION! MANIPULATION! THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, JUST TRYING TO LIVE DAY TODAY! YOU LAUGH AT THEM, SCORN THEIR HARDSHIP, THOSE ARE THINGS THAT I CANNOT..." All Might move to punch All for one “FORGIVE!” he went and socked All for One while pinning down the villain with his left hand. Steam started to rise from his body 'my time limit…' All might thought.  

Y/N gasped in horror as she saw the steam emitting from his body, knowing that he was severely injured, saw the blood, and sweat on her lover. She saw that he was half deflated. She recognized that pained look on his face. She did not know what they were saying but knowing her boyfriend and the situation wasn't anything pleasant.

                All Might is pushed back, and he flies up in the air, heading towards the helicopters, but Grain Torino swoops in, grabbing All Might like he was a child, and placed him on the ground. A bit of shifting occurred, and the talking resumed. All for One went and punched All Might, and All Might was left in a weakened state. He was his usual scrawny self, but with many wounds, his arms battered, and his clothes barely holding themselves together. It seemed all the life of the symbol of peace was gone, it was a devasting sight for the world to see. All Might was no longer smiling.

Y/N was clutching at her phone tightly. Her heart was beating erratically, and she already knew how Toshinori looked at his standard form. After all, that's how she met him for the first time, not knowing it was All Might. Tears were streaming down her face.

"You promised me that you'll be back home soon," she choked out. No one was in the room with her as she continued to spoke "Our life is barely just starting…our life…our future…please honey…come back home alive” she was desperate.

She didn't know what else was going to happen, and here she was watching the love of her life be torn into pieces, on live television. She was at home, being utterly useless in a situation she cannot help. Y/n broke out into a cold sweat, her breathing became hysterical, as many intrusive thoughts swarm her brain, her vision blurred, and chills ran up her body. Her left hand clutched at her chest as she was in pain.

‘Toshi…Toshi…’ his name kept repeating in her head. ‘You need to calm down and breathe. Just breathe.’ She thought. She couldn’t speak as she tried to calm herself down, ‘have faith in him, he is the number 1 hero, and he can do it. He will survive,' she advises herself.  

All Might bulk up his right arm and spoke to All for One “YOU’RE RIGHT, THERE’S SO MUCH WE HEROES HAVE TO PROTECT! AND THAT’S WHY WE DON’T LOSE!” all the surrounding heroes joined All Might, helping him in the background, giving him back up, and moving all the nearby civilians out of the way. There was an explosion and a cry “UNITED STATES… SMASH!” and another impact was heard. The land shook, and the smoke cleared out, revealing a broken bleeding All Might, with his right fist up in the air. He then faced the camera, pointing it and uttering out the words "You're Next."  

Y/N immediately threw her phone onto the bed. She shoved the covers off her, ran into her closet, grabbed a random coat, and slipped onto her slippers. She grabbed her purse, phone, and keys, and rushed out the door. Dialing detective Naomasa, to find out which hospital her beloved would be staying in.

At the hospital, Y/N wasn’t allowed to see Toshinori immediately. She walked briskly in the waiting area, and a few of the nurses not believing that she was All Might’s girlfriend, thinking she was just another crazed fan. It wasn’t till detective Naomasa had told the nurses she was, indeed, the lover of All Might, and promptly led in. She burst into Toshi’s room and fell by his side.

There lay All Might, and he was bruised and scarred. He was bandaged from head to toe with a broken arm. He was shocked by the sudden loudness and appearance of Y/N. He immediately sat up "Y-Y/N!" his lover marched up to him and lightly threw her arms around him. She started sobbing onto the crook of his neck.

“Y-You idiot!” she bawled. All Might awkwardly held his girlfriend with his one arm, trying to calm her down frantically “H-Hey W-Why are you crying?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!”

Y/N pulled away from All Might slightly but had still kept him at arm's length. "Why am I crying?! Am I okay?! Are you out of your damn mind?!" she spoke angrily, her jaw was clenched, and tears streamed down her face. "The question is, are You okay?! I just saw you get beaten up on television!” she exasperates. She was in disbelief that he was asking about her safety; she took a deep breath.

“Honey, I’m fine. But you worry me so much. I’m only glad that you are alive and okay” she kisses his cheek and takes a seat in front of his hospital bed.

She pulls out a protein bar from her purse and shakily hands it to him "Here, you haven't eaten anything. You should get something in your system…" All Might's cheeks flush a light pink, as he glances at Detective Naomasa and Gran Torino, who looked at him with knowing grins. His focus goes backs to Y/N and gently takes the protein bar from her, and he gives her an awkward chuckle.

"I'm the number 1 hero, dying is the last thing that will be on my list."  

Once All Might was discharged from the hospital, he was surprised to see that all the boxes from the moving truck were unpacked and unloaded. All their stuff was already placed around the house! He came to a beautiful home, where it was clean and smelled a lot like Y/N. She really did put that girlish feel into the house which he loved.

He thought that Y/N was utterly fantastic, unloading everything, and still manage to bring warm cook meals to him at the hospital, along with maintaining her job. His arm was broken, so whenever he needed help, Y/N was there, and she did a great job where he never felt babied. He felt blessed and loved as he knows that Y/N is doing her best to support him whenever she can.  

They had already gotten to the routine where in the morning, Y/N likes to cook breakfast for the two. They both get ready in the morning, and off to work they go, he felt like they were newlyweds. Still, he always blushed at the thought. It was too early in the relationship to think about marriage, even though that's where it seemed to be headed in the future.

After having dinner, you and Toshi decided it was time to head for bed, as he had a class to teach in the morning. He wanted to help develop his student's quirk abilities. You were changing into your PJs, and All Might had his back facing you, -he, himself, changing into his own proper sleepwear. Once you finished, you cough awkwardly to let him know you were done changing, and you both crawled into bed.

You were stiff and tense as you laid to the side, and shifted toward him, as he pulled out a book 'how to teach and motivate students for DUMMIES'; you snorted once you saw what he was reading. Toshi looked at you, embarrassed. "I need to help my kids develop a special move, but I don't know how too," he admitted shyly.

You flashed him a smile, “Honey, all you have to do is be yourself and provide them encouragement without giving them the answer. Don't stress too much; they are smart, creative kids, and they'll soon find the answer," you responded.

Toshi’s gaze shifted away and mumbled out an "It is not that easy as your making it sound…"  

You pressed your lips to the side of his cheek, and pulled away, speaking in a soft loving tone “I’m going to go to bed, Goodnight and get some rest, don't be up too late."

 You got comfortable on your side of the bed. Except, and sleep never came to you. You were awake when All Might had turned off his lamp, put his book away, gave you a peck on the top of your head, which you found endearing.

You laid there in the dark, with your eyes close, remembering that when your friend spoke to you, her boyfriend broke up with her because she kept kicking him in sleep. Or that she snored too loudly, and that she spoke in her sleep and tended to sleep-walk.

You thought he was an asshole, and that he did not deserve your friend! You had many sleepovers with her before! She honestly didn't move that much, and you felt that he was exaggerating.

Your thoughts had shifted in, and you began to wonder how you slept at night. You grew paranoid, ‘Do I move a lot in my sleep? Do I hog all the blankets? Do I snore loudly? Oh god, what if I hurt Toshi, especially since he's injured,' you thought.  

You knew Toshi, he wasn’t the type to break up with someone because they

were snoring loudly, but you couldn’t help the paranoia feeling of accidentally hurting him in your sleep.

Beep

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Beep

Merp

Beep

Your alarm had pulled you from your thoughts, and you let out a deep sigh. You started getting ready for the day and headed into the kitchen to make breakfast for the day! You even decided to make Toshi a cute-looking bento. Luckily, you planned and had already prepped most of the ingredients at night, so it didn't take you long to prepare in the morning. You wrote a cute note, too, and placed it in the bento box with a cloth wrapping and set it to the side.

You were putting the pans in the dishwasher and cleaning the countertops when All Might showed up. He sniffed the air, "You didn't have to cook again," he spoke.

You can tell that he was grateful, as he was giving you a gaze with so much love that it made your heartthrob. "I didn't have too, but I wanted too," you replied back with a grin on your face.

“I also made you lunch for today! Who’s the best girlfriend~?” you sang.

All Might laughed “You, of course, and thank you for making lunch” he murmured as he wrapped his arm around you from behind, and kissed the top of your ears, to your head.

“Tonight, I'll help make dinner, and I'll help you set the table right now."  

He pulled away from you and started putting out the plates and cups onto the table. He already knew how you liked your coffee (or tea) for the day. You walked towards the table, where you found Toshi, waiting for you. You both picked up your chopsticks "itadakimasu!” and started to dig in.

Toshinori sighed in content, exclaiming how delicious the food was.

All Might wasn't much of a cook, so he didn't eat homemade meals until you came along. When you found out that Toshi, mostly ate take out, you took it upon yourself to cook every day. Honestly, it was a hobby of yours, and you enjoyed cooking, it was something that you did with your mother when you were young. It was very satisfying when you had friends and love ones take a bite of your cooking, and they always exclaimed how they loved it.

You felt even more appreciated when Toshi started looking forward to your cooking. He also started asking to join you, trying to help you as much as he can. Trying out new recipes was always fun, and you loved teasing him! You never let him into the kitchen when cooking secret family recipes, as he’s not allowed to know your secrets!

A week has passed, and the same repetitive thoughts kept you up at night, worried that you might disturb Toshi’s sleep. You always felt tired and were sluggish in your movements, your eyes were puffy, and you had dark bags. You kept up with your extensive cooking every morning, lunch, and dinner. At work, you kept getting distracted and even doze off a few times in the job.

Your co-workers had begun to worry along with Toshi, as he kept trying to coax you to sleep. The other night he gave you a gentle back massage since his arm was now healed. No matter what kinds of methods you tried, you always woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep. It got to the point where you started cleaning random areas in the house, and when Toshi would wake up, he would try to bring you back to bed, only for you to snap angrily at him.

Today was another night, and Toshi had decided to buy you some lavender bath bombs for you to try before bed. While you were in the bath, All Might had set up a humidifier that spewed out a Lavender and Chamomile scent. (He read online about aromatherapy), he pulled out a shopping bag, and out came a cute expensive pillow, he put your favorite [color] pillow sheets and had settled it on your side of the bed.  

He stood back, marveling out the room, and wondering what else he was missing, and he pondered why he couldn't sleep. He felt awful that he was getting a good rest, whereas you couldn't wake up for the day without feeling cranky.  

A Light bulb went off in his head, he had also gotten you another gift! He goes and gets another shopping bag, and as he does, you walk into the bedroom, look at the sight, the aromatherapy, the pillow, the bath bombs, and tear up at sight.

You notice, Toshi, walking next to you and handing you some fuzzy socks, "I read online that socks can help you sleep..?"

You noticed that they were brand new and start to sniffle.  All Might saw your teared-up face and started panicking, "Did you not like the color of the socks?!"  

You start to laugh, which confused him even more. Were you laughing or crying?! Which is it?! Why are you distress?! Are you distress?! What is going on?!

"No, you dummy," you sniffled some more and threw your arms around him. "I'm just so grateful," you whisper.

Your voice starts to crack “You are doing so much for me, and trying all these kinds of things for me, so I can sleep, how did I get so lucky?” you ask.

All Might, pulls you close to your chest “I think the question is, how did I get so lucky?”

He kisses the top of your head. "I just want you to take care of yourself and get a good night sleep, you're always worrying about my health, but sometimes, you need to remember to take care of yourself too" He paused, "In fact, take care of yourself first, before worrying about me, okay?"

You visibly relaxed, as you leaned in his arms, "You know that I love you?"

You soon froze. YOU JUST BLURTED OUT THAT YOU LOVED HIM! You internally started panicking; it seemed natural to you that you didn't think about it.  

All Might had tensed slightly when he heard your confession, but soon lifted you up in his arms as he briefly transformed into his buff form with a stupid grin on his face “No, I love-“

he had de-transformed and started coughing to the side, but still held on to you “I Love you too!” he blurted out with a heavy blush on his face.

You looked at him in bewilderment and started laughing, you were no longer unsure, and nervous. You truly felt loved, "shall we go to sleep, love~?" Toshinori continued to hold you in his arms, "We shall" and carried you to the bed.

You snuggled up to him in the bed and sighed happily, "Do you know what's stupid?"

All Might look down on you "What is?" he was massaging your scalp with his hand and was occasionally playing with your hair.

"I couldn't sleep because I thought I was going to hurt you in your sleep" you confessed, "and I thought I was a blanket stealer, or that I snored too loudly" you continued to ramble other thoughts that kept you up at night.

All Might had paused and tapped your cheek “I am the number one hero, you think you can hurt me?” he teased.

You huffed, "I did say it was stupid!" Toshi shook his head, "not stupid, my lover isn't stupid," he corrected you.

He chuckled a bit, "and Why do you need blankets to keep you warm when you have me?" he teased again.

You poked him in the face, "stop being cocky, Mr. Number One," you giggled.

Your confession was a weight lifted off your shoulders, and when Toshi had continued to massage your scalp, you soon drifted off to sleep, and not once did you wake up in the middle of the night.

Y/N and All Might laid in the extravagant bed together, all snuggled up with one another, the blankets wrapped around them. All Might’s arm was wrapped around Y/N waist, and his head laid on top of Y/N head, taking in her scent. The bright fuzzy socks were on the floor, forgotten.

[therainroguefanfiction]

★ BNHA Sanctuary SFW Writing Collab ★

★ I n f o r m a t i o n

Hello hello and welcome to the BNHA Sanctuary Writing Collab! ^~^)/ This was an idea that we decided would be fun to do together so here we go~ Basically, all of us are given the same prompt and are then tasked to write a fic with the character of our choice, but only one person can claim a character so choose quickly!

You can write your fic whenever you have time, put please wait to post it until the deadline date: August 21st, 2020

Please add the tag #bnhasanctuarycollab to your entry so it’s easy to find. I’ll also be adding the entries to the list below for easy browsing! You can opt out of being added to the list when you send an ask to claim your character c:

I just want to add that I’m super excited for this. I think it’s amazing how writers can take the same prompt and create different pieces of art that are equally amazing. Even if a fic has the same basic plot, the overall feeling can be altered by a writer’s own personal style and I think that’s awesome ♥

So, what are you waiting for? Click that Keep Reading to see the guidelines and let’s get writing! ^~^)/

BNHA Sanctuary was created by our lord and savior @myherowritings​

★ G u i d e l i n e s

One entry per person, please.

Characters are first come first serve.

Only SFW fics.

Have fun ( ✿ ◕‿◕)/

★ T h e  P r o m p t

[....] is concerned because Y/N isn't sleeping.

★ C h a r a c t e r s & F i c s

Updated: 08/22/20 @ 1:28 pm EST

Aizawa Shouta - @aizawasleftpinkytoe​ [read it here]

All Might/Yagi Toshinori - @thehoneycookiecrumbs​ [read it here]

Ashido Mina - @bubblegumwriter​ [read it here]

Bakugo Katsuki - @sipsteainanxiety​ [read it here]

Dabi - @rubyred-imagines​ [read it here]

Hawks - @gaerli​ [read it here]

Iida Tenya - @im-the-galactic-starfish​ [read it here]

Kaminari Denki - @smol-enby​ [read it here]

Midoriya Izuku - @out-of-my-way-extras​ [read it here]

Rin Hiryuu - @therainroguefanfiction​ [read it here]

Sero Hanta - @franphie​ [read it here]

Shigaraki Tomura - @pluviophile-imagines​ [read it here]

Shinsou Hitoshi - @tay-is-writing​ [read it here]

Todoroki Shouto - @last-three-braincells​ [read it here]

Yaoyorozu Momo - @ambershaydeoffical​​ [read it here]

★ F i n a l  T h o u g h t s

I’m so excited for this collab with my new friends. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you’ll consider joining our collab ^~^)/ After all, it’s important for writers to support each other <3

xoxo Rain

[shaydeoffical]

Lockets, Dolls, and Long Time Pining: Momo x Reader

Summary:  (Y/n) hasn't been able to sleep since the agency they work for with their Partner, Pro Hero Creati, was robbed. Momo has waited long enough, and finally has a free moment to check in on their lover. What unfolds is a soft moment introspective look at their relationship.  

Warnings: Mentions of mind-altering quirk, fluff

Author's Note

: This is a collab in the BNHA Sanctuary, and I'm so excited to share this with all of you. Please consider reading the other fics, as we all did the same base prompt of, "[....] is concerned because Y/N isn't sleeping" fluff." While this has some stress, nothing is more fluffy than cuddles and open communication. Right? 

Collab Link 

Lockets, Dolls, and Long Time Pining 

Jerking up from my keyboard, I could feel a pattern on my check. Rubbing my sore skin, I looked at the time—only five minutes of rest. The idea of passing out while the sun was down, was preferable, but just out of reach. If I could close my eyes and be unaware of the world for a few hours and wake up rested, I'd be happy. However, life wasn't fair, and my sleep schedule was ruined. Despite my best efforts to fix it, my girlfriend was starting to notice. Maybe it was the extra coffee mugs in the sink, how fast I was blowing through conciliar, how I always up before her, or maybe it was how I refused to talk about the attack. Regardless there's no way she hasn't noticed because if the table was flipped, I'd already confronted her.

Momo was attentive, her mind was always focusing on the little details about me, and the changes in my behavior. To some, it might be over considered overprotective, but it was what I was looking for in a partner. Momo didn't spend every second of her life hoovering over me, but he noticed things that mattered. It was just one of the many reasons I fell in love with her. Still, it wasn't working in my favor at the moment. The only answer was to get better at hiding the bags under my eyes and my grogginess.

A cough caused me to twist my head towards my office door. I had been working from home for the past few weeks, and today was her first day off in over a month. I didn't know how long she has been standing there, hovering a few feet away, but I knew it was too late. "Baby." She crossed her arms, sighing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even notice you." I pulled my headphones off, signing my last document before closing my desktop down. "What brings my favorite hero to my humble office?" I wiggled my brows, conjuring the energy I use to use so effortlessly.

"I'm worried about you, darling." She played with the necklace I got her for our first anniversary. It was a cheap, but sturdy silver locket. Inside was a picture of both us from our time in U.A., the place that brought us together. I wanted to get her something more expensive at the time, but she treasured it nevertheless. In fact, she loved it more than any piece of fine jewelry that her family had given her. Which assured me that, while I can't provide like her parents, she was happy without lifestyle. Though her Pro Hero work was starting to bring in some hefty income.  

Going to U.A. together, we became fast friends. She was in the hero course, and I was on the business side of things. After the first sports festival, I was just drawn to her. Once we got to know each other, it was like we had been friends for years. But there was something more there. It took years of sleepovers, sparring matches, study dates, and stolen glances before she finally asked me out.

When together, every day felt like a gift. Just listening to her read encyclopedia's before bed, or fix her hair in the morning. The most mundane of tasks was exhilarating with her. But it was hard to enjoy all those moments when I was trying to hide from her.

"You don't need to be worried, I'm just not sleeping well." Swiveling my chair back, I bounced up, losing my balance and toppling into her arms. "I'm sorry." Against her soft chest, I hummed, contently. "Too many coffees," Trying to play it off, she just frowned.

"I don't think you're sleeping at all." She sighed, swaying with me in her arms. "Can you talk to me about it? I don't have work tomorrow, so we can take all the time you need." Dread filled my stomach, my hands clutching her cotton shirt. Enough time had passed, it was time to have this conversation.  

"Can we lay down?" I batted my eyelashes, fighting to keep myself upright.

"Of course." She crossed the hall to our bedroom and propped me against the wall before turning down the sheets. She tucked me, kissing my forehead and scooting in behind me. "What's bothering you, (Y/n)?"

"You remember, when our office was broken into, how I said I got out without running into any of the villains?" I swallowed hard, pushing closer to her body until there was only enough room for water to pass through our link. "Well, I think I was under some sort of quirk that erased my memory." Tears streamed down my face before I could get to the hard part. She held me closer, pushing my hair out of the way, and peppering kisses to my chin.

"You don't have to say anymore if you don't want too." Momo was always in control. While she was unsure of herself in school, she had grown into a confident pro, leading the people with an assuring tone. That same tone was keeping me grounded, her voice like a lighthouse in the night.

"No, I've been having the same nightmare over and over again. After doing some research, I think it's a repressed memory. I don't know how much was repressed, but," I took a moment to catch my breath, on the verge of tears. "You know how there was a copy of your Lexicon missing?"

"(Y/n)." She gripped my shoulder tighter. While she wouldn't say it, she too had been losing sleep over the break-in. We didn't know if the Lexicon had burned, or if was taken…but I was sure now that it was stolen.

"I'm so sorry." Tears followed faster, I balled my fists into the blanket, waiting for her to pull away.

"It's not your fault." She rested her face on mine, not an ounce of blame in her body.

"It is, I was the one that opened the vault." I sobbed, curling into myself, out of breath. "I don't know why I did it. There were codes to call the police to burn the inside, but I didn't type them in the system. Babe, because of me, you're at a greater risk." Gasping for air from my cries, I wouldn't turn to face her.

She tugged on my arm gently, "it's not your fault. You did the right thing. I'll be okay." She gave up, stroking my back. "I'll make a new lexicon, and encrypt it. There are more things for me to create that they'll never see coming. Just because the villains can be better prepared for my tactics, doesn't mean they'll win. Besides, the most important thing is that you are still here with me."

"We've been together long enough, I know I can trust you to come home. Trust you to save me and the world. Momo, I'm not a fool, I know one day, you might not come home." I twirled, holding her face between my hands, memorizing the slight wrinkles trying to form. "If I am the reason you don't come home- if it is my mistake. I can't live with that." I chewed my bottom lip. "I can't live without you."

"It would never be your fault. Villains are always going to be a threat, and if they harm me, it has nothing to do with you." She pushed my hair away from my face. "Baby, the only way you'd ever hurt me is to break my heart."

"And I didn't do that by losing your lexicon back up?" I lost my breath, going over all the places it could be—the people who were making money off her ideas and trying to plot against her.

Momo started box breathing, so I began to match her pattern, slowly calming down. "No baby," she said between our four counts. "I'm thankful you're still here. They didn't hurt you, and that's what matters most to me." A tissue popped from her skin, and she wiped my eyes off. "I love you."

"I love you more." I pressed a kiss to her chin, my tears drying up.

"Now, how can I help you get some sleep?" She stroked my arm, propping herself up. "Essential oil diffuser? Rain machine? Weighted Blanket? How about some new pillows?"

I grabbed her locket, flipping it open. The image inside was a little worn from the weather, but I could still see Momo's bright smile. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her head right by mine as we posed for the yearbook. "Can you just stay by me, if not for forever, just for tonight?"

"Baby, I'm never going to leave you. Tonight I'm all yours." Her body produced a stuffed Momo in her hero uniform. "And for when I'm not home, you can hold this to remember I'd never leave you for long. There's nothing you could do, that would drive me away from you."

Clutching the toy to my chest, I closed my eyes. The arms of my lover wrapped around my stomach. The sleepiness that tugged at my eyes earlier was coming back. Wiping my eyes one more time, I relaxed my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

"So it's going to be me, you and mini Momo now?" I teased, kissing the doll before the last rays of light filtered through the curtains. "Don't you need a mini-me?"

"You have a good point." She closed her eyes, focusing on creating a new pattern. Her improv had improved so much the past few months, I was always impressed. Holding out the plush, I smiled at the details. The way the eyes sparkled like the sky and the hair softer than silk, Momo spent a little more time romanticizing my image than creating her own replica.

"So beautiful." I hummed, and Momo reached over me, setting our dolls together in my grasp.

"Now, let's get some sleep." She pressed a quick kiss to my lips. "Don't worry about the nightmares, I'll be here all night."

"Thank you for being so forgiving, loving, and thoughtful." I yawned, closing my eyes.

"I'd do anything for you." The room went dark, my eyes tugging down. Momo began to hum in my ear.

Finally, asleep, I awoke into a different memory. It was the day we took the photo in Momo's locket. Her body pressed into my back, she hugged me close.

"You know (Y/n), you should come to my house this weekend. We just opened our pool. That's if you want too." She walked around to sit in front of me, pushing her fingers together. The photo students moved on to the next group, and once they were gone, she spoke up. "It would be fun."

"Oh, do you want to study too?" I asked, accustomed to her constant study dates. She insisted that teaching me helped her better understand complex concepts. Plus, I got to learn a lot about hero work and work together on our base classes.

"No." She flushed red, twirling her hair around her finger. "As a date."

"A study date?" I cocked my head to the side, my heart racing. Blood rushing to my temples as my senses faded into the hope that she'd correct me just once more.

"More like a romantic date. It's okay if you don't want too." She looked out the windows, holding her breath.

"Momo," I kept myself from yelling across the halls. "I'd love that."

[sipsteainanxiety]

his perceptive eyes || bkg. k

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 3.2k+

mentions: a collab fic!, other fics can be found here!, hope u enjoy, fluff, slightly older au, a teeny bit angsty, no pronouns r mentioned i think

prompt: ___ is concerned because [name] isn’t sleeping

True fatigue, in your opinion, was something that built up over time, weighing unrelentingly on your body. It would start to snowball from the smallest of things: a few missed hours of sleep from staying up to study for an exam, pushing yourself a bit too far in a training session, waking up too early to do some homework…. They were little things that you tended to overlook, easily brushing off the lack of sleep and forcing yourself to power through the rest of the week so that you could rest on the weekends. However, as time went on you found that this list of bad habits was starting to slowly turn into what seemed like a never-ending sinkhole. One where—should you peer hesitatingly over into the gaping darkness—you would get swallowed up, never to see the light of day again. 

In the beginning, it was manageable. A few cups of coffee in the morning would set you up for the rest of the day, allowing you to keep your eyes open long enough to take in the varying lectures and training exercises. Though, as time went on you found that the overpowering itch behind your eyes from exhaustion could not be satiated by caffeine. And the more you forced yourself to push through the burn, the more you found yourself stalling, stuttering, and crashing. 

On the hardest days, you felt akin to Atlas, forced to carry the weight of the sky upon your shoulders as you barely managed to last through the day. It left you staggering around, legs trembling to hold up this heavy, heavy feeling. But you were in Yuuei for a reason, and if you couldn’t hold up this weight.... then what kind of hero did that make you? 

Sometimes you resented the energy that some of your classmates exuded during the times where your exhaustion hit hardest. They were progressing, everyone was progressing. Everyone except you, it seemed. And you only had yourself to blame. You were trying your best to fix yourself up, you really were, but it was hard and it was steadily getting worse alongside the feeling that you just weren’t good enough for this. So you found yourself staying up just a bit longer, training just a bit harder, until you were going to bed when the sun would just start to poke through your curtained windows. You did your best to hide it, used concealer to cover your drained cheeks and dark eye bags. But some of your classmates had sharp eyes… particularly sharp crimson eyes...

… and he wasn’t going to sit back and watch you run yourself to the ground.

The toughest part of the day was around 12:03 P.M., for this was the time when you felt your tiredness hit you the most. 

With your elbow propped up on your desk, you rested your head on your open palm, drifting in and out of consciousness as Aizawa droned on. It didn’t help that his voice was just so monotonous, making you feel the brunt of your days without sleep. Having your eyes closed also unfortunately brought your awareness to the slight thrumming near your temples; a sign that you were getting a headache. There was nothing you could really do but power through it and hope you could catch a short nap later. Still… there were things that needed to be studied. Moves that needed to be practiced. You couldn’t slack off, not now, and especially not with this being your last year at Yuuei. 

Yes… There was no time to sleep, you internally yelled to yourself, struggling to keep your heavy eyelids from sliding shut even more. Stay awake! Pay attention! Drink some water! Wake up! But you were just too exhausted, and the more you fought against the encroaching darkness, the more you realized you were fighting a losing battle.

Just as you felt yourself slip off into the far recesses of your dreams, your chair lurched forward, making you snap your head up. Blinking rapidly, you tried to process what had happened, only to feel your chair move again. You narrowed your eyes and glanced behind you at Bakugou, who was giving you a nasty sneer, one of his feet propped up on the seat of your chair. 

“Can you not?” you hissed lowly at him, feeling your head throb even more. What the hell did he want from you in the middle of class??

“Move your fat fucking head out of the way,” he growled at you in response, giving your chair another kick. “You keep bobbing up and down like a fucking dumbass.” 

“You—” Before you could respond to him, Aizawa cleared his throat, giving you a pointed look that had you turning back around to slump down in your chair. Great. You rubbed your eyes as Aizawa continued on with the lecture, trying not to let the burn bother you too much. At least Bakugou seemed to lose interest in kicking your chair. 

The bell for lunch could not have come soon enough, and eventually you found yourself dragging yourself through the halls to slump down at the lunch table you sat at. It was empty, seeing that everyone else was grabbing food on the line, but you didn’t care as you buried your head in your arms and tried not to let your headache bother you too much. 

“Are you not going to grab something to eat?” Kirishima’s voice roused you from your light nap as you raised your head to look at him and Bakugou setting their trays down across from you. 

“Nah, I’m not that hungry,” you mumbled as you lazily watched Ashido plop down next to you, Kaminari, Sero, and Jirou soon crowding onto the remaining seats at the table. With your lack of sleep, you found yourself with a diminishing sense of hunger. It definitely wasn’t a good thing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat a lot when you weren’t feeling up to it.

“You sure? You look like death.” Ashido frowned as she looked you over, but you waved her off, burying your head in your arms once again.

“Yeah, I had a big breakfast,” you lied, not wanting them to fuss over you for much longer. They seemed to drop it, though there was a small slam on the table that made you flinch slightly. You peeked up from your arms to see Bakugou getting up abruptly, a scowl on his face. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” he muttered as he stormed off in a random direction, leaving his friends to sit at the table and stare at each other in bewilderment. 

“I would question that, but I’ve learned not to when it comes to Bakugou.” Sero sweatdropped as he picked at his rice. Jirou nodded her head in agreement. 

“You know,” Kaminari suddenly piped up as he leaned over the table to get a better view of you, “If you’re so tired you could always use my shoulder as a pillow.” A wink punctuated his sentence, but you only rolled your eyes at him. 

“My arms are probably comfier than your bony shoulder,” you replied dryly, pointedly resting your cheek on your crossed arms. Ashido snickered, slapping her hand on Kaminari’s back as he pouted in offense. 

“Have you been getting enough sleep?” Kirishima asked you worriedly as he eyed your slumped form. You turned your head to look at him and he scratched idly at the tiny bit of scruff on his face. “It was kinda surprising that Aizawa didn’t call you out today in class.” Shit, was your exhaustion that obvious? 

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” you sighed as you closed your eyes, “Training just has me more tired than usual. It’s fine.” Please don’t ask questions, please don’t ask questions—

Just then, it seemed like Bakugou had returned, for there was another slam on the table near your head. You peeked open an eye, seeing an energy drink sitting on the table. Raising yourself up, you gave Bakugou a confused look as he huffed and crossed his arms, standing right beside you. 

“Drink it.” He glared at you as though you didn’t have a choice. “And don’t fucking complain about paying me back. It’s obvious enough that you’re tired as shit and I don’t want your lazy ass holding us back when we do training exercises later.” With that, he plopped back down onto his seat, shoveling his food in his mouth as he refused to look at anyone. 

You opened and closed your mouth a few times before glancing at Kirishima and Ashido, who each gave you a shrug. While Kaminari started to tease Bakugou about his secret soft side, you sat up straight and opened the can. The liquid inside was cool and refreshing, an involuntary hum leaving your lips as you drank half in one huge gulp. Though you still felt the burn behind your eyelids and the thrumming in your head, you felt just a teeny, tiny bit better. 

You glanced over at Bakugou, only to catch his eyes darting away from you as you set the can down on the table. A small smile pulled at your lips.

Sometimes you found that studying in your room was just as distracting as studying in a food court—except, instead of the loud murmur of conversation falling upon your ears, it was dead silence. Your tired eyes would not be able to focus on the words in front of you, no matter how hard you slapped yourself or pinched at the bags underneath your bottom lashes. The welcoming call of your bed was also too alluring, and you worried that you would resign yourself to sleep when you could be up studying some more. Trying to achieve the high standards you set for yourself when it came to grades. 

So you often resorted to studying downstairs, in the Commons Room. The soothing atmosphere your classmates set with their low conversations somehow enabled you to be able to focus on your work. It kept you aware. Awake… but, as you would soon find out, staying awake was rather hard when you went days without sleep. 

Currently you were sitting at one of the empty tables near the couches, sheets of notes spread out in front of you. A bowl of untouched curry and rice was sat off to the side; Iida had made sure you had your own portion, the saint. A few of your classmates were watching T.V., but most had retired to their rooms for the night. You blinked slowly as you slumped onto your hand, wearily rereading the same paragraph for what felt like hours. Your brain couldn’t process what was in front of it and you had a strong urge to rub your eyes, but you knew to do so would only end in them tearing up. 

As your mind wandered off into the possibility of going to take a cold shower to wake you up more, a chair slid out in front of you. Lifting your head up slightly, you glanced at Bakugou as he plopped down onto the seat, a hard glare on his face. You raised an eyebrow at him, silently prompting him to explain why he was suddenly sitting with you. 

“You haven’t eaten yet,” he said bluntly, pointedly looking at your bowl of food. Before you could open your mouth to tell him you weren’t hungry, he held up his hand. “And don’t fucking say you’re not hungry. You and I both know damn well you didn’t eat breakfast or lunch. So what gives?” 

You scratched your head as you shrugged, your headache still throbbing away at your temples. It hadn’t gone away all day, and it was slowly starting to irritate you. “Just not feeling up to eat.” Your voice was small, nearly a whisper. 

Bakugou grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And I’m guessing you’re not feeling up to sleep either?” When you didn’t respond, too busy guiltily looking down at your notes, he leaned forward, his voice harsh. “You think it’s not fucking obvious? You look like shit. Why haven’t you been sleeping?” 

You could only rub at the goosebumps on your arm, suddenly feeling cold. It was cold in here. You offered him another meek shrug, blinking rapidly in the hopes that you could stop the burn, the never-ending burn. Bakugou let out a long-suffering sigh, standing up abruptly and causing his chair to screech backwards. You watched with wide eyes as he snatched up your bowl and gestured to your notes. 

“Get up and pack your shit,” he ordered, his grumpy expression making you do as told. Gathering all the papers into your hands, you followed slowly behind him as he practically stormed to the elevator. His foot tapped against the floor as you waited with him for the doors to open. The trip was silent, and you dared not look at him for too long in case he erupted on you. Once the elevator reopened, he marched down the hall to your room, opening the door and walking inside. You paused just inside your dark room, watching as he set the bowl down at your desk, before turning and grabbing your wrist to pull you over to the mirror that hung on your wall. 

“Look at yourself,” Bakugou said as he stood behind you and gripped your chin to force you to look at the mirror. You bit your lip as you focused on your reflection, nearly not recognizing yourself. Your hair was a scattered mess, combing forgotten in your haste to cram as much studying and training in your day as possible. The bags under your eyes were deeper, darker than you expected. Your cheeks were sunken in, your complexion more sickly than you were used to. Bloodshot eyes stared back at you, itching always itching. Concealer hadn’t done much to cover your exhaustion in the grand scheme of things. 

Your eyes met Bakugou’s in the mirror, his piercing crimson ones unwavering. The room was only lit up by the light coming from the open door, casting shadows over both your faces. It made you look older, more weary. “It’s clear you haven’t been taking care of yourself. It pisses me off. You expect to become a hero if you can’t even handle school?” He let out a scoff. “Give me a fucking break.” 

He let go of your chin to grip at your shoulders, turning you around so that you could look up at him. His expression was still hardened, his frown deep as his eyes trailed over your face. Your hands tightened on the papers you were holding, finding yourself unable to pull away or look at anything other than him. Bakugou exhaled as his voice lowered into a gentle murmur. “I’ll ask this once: what’s wrong?” 

“I just—” You paused as your whispered voice cracked, making you swallow thickly. You lowered your gaze to his collarbones, not finding the strength to look him in the eyes. “My grades… they’ve been slipping. Everything’s just slipping. And I just— I can’t sleep when I can be studying. We graduate in less than a year and I just—” You inhaled deeply, trying not to let the tears gathering in your eyes spill onto your cheeks. “I can’t stop now. I can’t.” That’s not what a hero would do.

Bakugou was silent for a moment, and you could feel his gaze still on you. Blinking rapidly, you glanced up at him through your lashes to see his eyes soften just a smidge, before he sighed again. “You’re a fucking idiot,” he grumbled as he let go of you. “There’s a thing called overstudying. You’re not gonna be able to get your grades up if you don’t fucking sleep in the first place.” 

“But—” Your voice got caught in your throat as he gave you another withering glare, daring you to speak. 

“No. Go sit.” He pointed to your bed. You looked at him warily, but dragged yourself over after plopping your notes onto your desk. Sitting down on your soft bed, you watched as he grabbed the bowl of food and shoved it into your hands. “Eat it. All of it.” When you opened your mouth to protest, he poked you harshly on the forehead. “Not another fucking word.” 

You frowned at him, but started to eat. He plopped down onto your desk chair and rolled closer to your bed, his arms crossed as he observed you as you ate. You hadn’t realized how hungry you actually were until you started to spoon rice into your mouth. It didn’t take long to clean out your bowl, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips as you finally dropped your spoon. 

Bakugou took the bowl from your hands without a word and set it back on your desk. He then turned back to you. “Now sleep.” 

You straightened up, staring at him with wide eyes. “I can’t, I need to—”

“You don’t need to do shit,” he barked at you as he stood up and pushed down on your shoulders so that you were laying on your bed. You tried to struggle against him, but he was much stronger than you. That, or you were just too weakened by your unhealthy habits. “I’m gonna be joining your study and training sessions, no arguing. You’re gonna fucking sleep and do your homework in the morning.”  

“But I—” 

“I swear to god if you don’t shut the fuck up I’ll knock you out!” Bakugou hissed and you paused your argument, knowing he was serious. Reluctantly grumbling to yourself, you settled back down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as Bakugou tossed your blanket over you and plopped back down on your desk chair. When you turned your head to give him a confused look, he only glared at you. “I’m staying here until you fucking sleep.” 

You frowned at him, but turned your head to look back at the ceiling. Your eyes were burning, your head was hurting, and as you lay in bed in the silence, you found that your muscles were starting to involuntarily loosen. Your eyelids drooped down, a sigh leaving your lips as you burrowed deeper into your blankets. Just a small nap won’t hurt, you told yourself, closing your eyes and finding relief in the darkness. I’ll wake up extra early…. I’ll just… wake up…

Bakugou’s shoulders slumped as he heard a small snore leave your lips, his head shaking at your finally sleeping form. You were fucking stubborn, that was for sure. He stretched his arms as he got up from your chair, and leaned over your form. His hand reached out to brush away some of the hair from your face, his expression softening as your head tilted towards his touch. He sighed again and tucked the blankets closer to your form, then grabbed the empty bowl from your desk. This unhealthy lifestyle you were living would be a bitch to fight against, but Bakugou was always up for a challenge. If he had to be the one to hammer a proper sleep and study schedule into your head, then so be it. You weren’t going to run yourself dry on his damn watch. 

He walked over to your door and glanced back at you once more, seeing you still slumbering away. With the tiniest of smiles he stepped outside, gently closing the door behind him with a click.

[therainroguefanfiction]

💤 Trying Too Hard (Hiryuu Rin)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Slice of Life

Word Count: 1,562

Pairing: Reader x Rin

World: Boku no Hero Academia

Prompt: [….] is concerned because Y/N isn’t sleeping.

Author’s Note: This was written for the BNHA Sanctuary SFW Collab! Make sure you check out the original post to find a list of everyone’s fics. Happy reading~ Also, xīngān is a chinese term of endearment. According to this site:

“…literally means ‘heart and liver.’ While that might sound a bit too bloody for Westerners, the term is used to recognize the most important person, without whom you cannot live without.”

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Being in the hero course could be pretty stressful at times, even more so in class A because everyone had their eyes on them. Even more stressful, however, was getting partnered up with the foul-mouthed, hot-headed Bakugo Katsuki. As if one assignment wasn’t bad enough, you had been paired up with him on two different assignments. Your friends made sure to offer their condolences for your bad luck, but you really wanted to try and make this work.

The first assignment was to write a short play in English and, being half-American and spending your childhood in America, this came easy to you. Bakugo himself wasn’t fluent in English, but knew enough to properly understand. There was a small argument about what the subject would be, but you conceded in order to placate his growing temper.

The play was going to be about the number one hero, LordXplosionMurder, and how he overthrew all of his enemies in order to reach the top.

The second assignment was a bit more complicated for you. Because heroes often have to work together, the assignment was to find a way where your quirks complimented one another, combining them to form a super move. The problem was that Bakugo was far superior in both physical combat and quirk control and he didn’t work well with others. He forced you into following his training regimen, threatening to beat your ass if you fell too far behind.

You had gone through a lot of training in order to successfully enter the hero course, but his regimen was just ridiculous and you were seriously struggling. Determined to keep up with the ash-blonde, thus proving yourself worthy and not getting your ass kicked by him, you decided it would be a good idea to forfeit sleep so you could dedicate more time to the training program he had given you. At first, your muscles just felt super sore and your body tired, but as the days slowly passed by, you really started to feel the effects.

The biggest change was how forgetful you were becoming, not remembering to do simple tasks that you were used to doing. You became moody, snapping at the smallest of provocations only to immediately apologize with teary eyes. You even fell down a couple of times, your tired brain unable to react in time to keep your balance.

To say that your friends were worried would be a massive understatement, but they knew how stubborn you could be and how badly you wanted to prove yourself to the ash-blonde, so they did they only thing they could think of that would help.

They told your boyfriend.

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You sat at the desk in your dorm room, staring down at the Hero Law textbook as you read the first paragraph again for the hundredth time, but your brain was simply incapable of processing a single word. You felt so sluggish, body in a state where you were so tired, you would be far too tired to actually sleep even if you tried. So, you could only sit and stare at the paragraph, hoping that the words would magically register in your brain.

You wanted nothing more than to stop looking at that damn paragraph, but your grades had begun to slip and Aizawa was not happy about it, so you had to force yourself to study, even if it wasn’t actually doing anything for you. At least you’re trying.

“Xīngān?” A concerned voice reached your ears and you felt a cool hand rest on your shoulder.

Your eyes widened in surprise, snapping up to meet his. You hadn’t even heard the door being opened. Did he knock? Why was he in class A’s dorm? They were off limits to anyone outside of the class and if Aizawa found out, he’d be pretty angry. “H-Hiryuu…?” The throbbing in your temple was getting worse, making your face tense up as you tried to suppress a wince of pain.

Rin huffed, hands moving to his hips as his dark eyes shimmered with concern. “What are you doing to yourself, xīngān? Why haven’t you been sleeping? Do you know how dangerous that is?”

Your shoulders sagged at his scolding tone, tears pricking at your eyes. Because the two of you were in different classes and had different schedules, you didn’t get to see each other nearly as much as you’d like to and yet… he still found out about your poor life choices. He was upset with you, rightfully so, and that filled you with guilt because you hated it when he was upset. “I’m so-sorry,” you cried, desperately trying to wipe away the tears but they kept falling.

Rin’s expression softened and he didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms, fingers combing through your hair as he whispered sweet nothings to you in Chinese, something he had learned early on to be a comfort to you. You clutched onto his shirt for dear life, stuffing your face into his chest. His heartbeat against your forehead was a major comfort to you, even if it was beating a bit faster than normal.

He shifted so he could bring his arms under your body, lifting you against his chest before bringing you over to the bed. It felt exceptionally soft beneath your exhausted body. After settling down beside you, keeping you protectively caged within his arms, he softly questioned you. “Will you tell me why you have stopped sleeping?”

Taking a shaky breath, you began to express how you were feeling and, once the words started to tumble from your lips, they refused to stop, falling quickly and without pause. Mixing this with your hiccups made it difficult for him to process, but he got the gist of it – Bakugo was the cause, pushing you way too far past your limits. Anger coursed throughout his body, but it wasn’t just aimed toward the ash-blonde. Part of the blame, he decided, fell on himself.

You were his partner, the person he loved more than life itself, but he hadn’t noticed how much you had been struggling the past week. Granted, he had only been able to see you once and that was only in passing during lunch, but he should have made more of an effort to check in on you. He wouldn’t make that mistake anymore.

His arms tightened around your body, feeling you slowly start to relax against him. His thumb gently brushed away the leftover tears beneath your eye, his skin cool against your own heated skin.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, eyes heavy as you struggled against the sleep that was rapidly claiming you.

“Rest now, xīngān. We can talk more in the morning, okay?” His lips were soft against the top of your head and, for the first time in a week, the smile that came to your lips was genuine.

“I love you,” you whispered before sleep finally claimed you, your breathing evening out as the tension left your body.

Rin’s heart soared at the declaration, unable to stop the wide grin spreading across his face. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, hoping that his words would reach you within your dreams. “Wǒ ài nǐ, forever and always, Y/N.”

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Bakugo’s vermilion eyes shifted over when Rin approached him before class, standing beside the ash-blonde’s desk with a determined expression upon his face. The other students exchanged worried looks, their bodies tensed as they prepared to intervene if necessary.

“The fuck do you -”

“Stop being so damn hard on Y/N.” Rin ordered, not missing the anger that flashed through his eyes. While he was prepared to defend himself if necessary, he didn’t come here to fight with Bakugo. “They are doing their absolute best to please you because they’re scared of you!”

Something indistinguishable flashed through his eyes, but it was gone as quick as it came. “It’s not my damn fault they’re so weak!”

“Weak?” Rin echoed in disbelief. “Just because someone isn’t as strong as you does not make them weak! Y/N is very strong and they work their ass off with both their training and studies! Not only that, but they are kind and humble. Maybe you should takes notes from them.”

“What did you just say, you damned extra?!” Bakugo jumped to his feet, small explosions going off in his palm – an intimidation tactic that was lost on Rin.

“I said -”

“Hiryuu?” You appeared in the doorway, glancing between the two tense males with a frown. “What’s going on?”

Rin shot the ash-blonde a warning look before turning on his heel and closing the distance with a soft smile. “I was just thanking your classmates for looking after you when I’m not around.” His cool hands rested on your upper arms. “Are you sure you’re up to class? If you need more rest, I am sure Aizawa-sensei will understand.”

His concern made your heart flutter and you smiled happily. “I’ll take it easy today, I promise.”

“You better,” he mumbled teasingly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips just as the warning bell chimed throughout the school. “I’ll come pick you up at lunch, xīngān.”

“Okay~” You chirped happily, leaning closer to take one more soft kiss from his lips before he headed to his own class down the hall.

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