#eiji drabble

[calx-bdo]

「 azure dreams , midnight tales 」

-> featuring, barista!soobin x gn!student!reader

-> w/c ; 1.9k || no warnings

sypnosis : 「 you, an insomniac who finds solace in your late-night conversations with soobin, the barista at a 24-hour cafe. over time, you realizes that soobin’s soft voice and calming presence feel like a dream come true, even during your sleepless nights. but as the midnight talks deepen, so do your feelings, leaving you wondering if this connection is too perfect to last past sunrise. 」

part of the blue-kissed moments masterlist ! pls feel free to check the other fics ^^

[m.list]

a/n : my first soobin fic !! happy birthday my angel

university is the worst.

no, scratch that. being a broke university student is the worse. juggling day-to-day expenses alongside payments of school materials and dorm rent, and the additional stress of the classes and exams? nothing could've prepared you for how grueling the first semester would be. with a sigh, you stumble into a cafe, the bells ringing overhead as your eyes tried to adjust to the warm lights radiated by the decorations lining the homely appearance of the cafe. thank god for 24 hour cafes, you can finally get a (un)healthy dose of caffeine at midnight to fuel your night owl study sessions.

there was only one other person in the small cafe. the barista, head turning up from his phone to glance upon the newcomer into the cafe. he flashed a warm smile as his lithe hands placed his phone down. he turns to greet you, his tussled hair framing his eyes perfectly with a warm, boyfriend look to him.

"welcome to azure dreams cafe. you look awfully tired, what drink can i get you?" the honeyed tone of the barista's voice warms you, it's been so long since anybody has treated you with the bare bones of respect. "sorry for coming in so late.. are americanos available? i just need the energy." you responded, running your hand through your hair as the other clutches your book bag. "it's no problem at all. i understand how you feel, so just take a seat there. feel free to listen to music or take a nap, whatever you need." he hummed, before turning away further into the cafe, where a soft hum of machinery slowly filled the quiet atmosphere.

you caught a glimpse of his nametag ─ choi soobin.

₊˚ʚ

"oh, you're back."

soobin tilted his head, lips pursed as he studies your hunched frame. "sorry, soobin. you keep having to make americanos at midnight for me." you placed your bag down at the cafe lounge chair, easily sliding into the booth. it's been a week of visiting this cafe, a week of talking to the barista, a week of receiving endless amounts of help and feedback on your work. soobin, your eternal saviour, your light at the end of the tunnel, your guardian angel. multiple times has he lent a helping hand to you, allowing you to swiftly complete your work and improving on the essays and projects that you've been pulling all nighters (and your hair) for.

"why're you so willing to help me?" the question slipped out, your eyes boring into soobin's back as he closely monitors the coffee beans. "well," he mused, a small smile playing on his lips. "everyone deserves a little help sometimes. even if they're extremely sleep deprived. i see .. myself in you, i guess." soobin shoved his hands into his apron pockets, leaning against the cover, back still facing you. you leaned your head against the table, mulling over his words. he.. sees himself in you? what does that mean? your thoughts echoed through your head, ricocheting off each other.

"hey, stop thinking about it so much," soobin suddenly appeared, placing your americano before you. he leaned forward, upper body against your table. "i know that university work's tough, but i promise you, you'll always find solace here, alright? i'll be here every night. i know you're worried about many things, but my presence will not be one of them." soobin gently carresses your fingers, before casting you a soft smile. "i promise you."

butterflies erupted in your stomach, as you feel your face grow hotter. "t..thank you.." you managed to stutter out, looking down at your unfinished work, a little flustered from the sudden burst of affection from the midnight barista. you grabbed the coffee cup, before collecting yourself. was that.. was that a confession..?

₊˚ʚ

"y'know, i admire your consistency." soobin suddenly speaks, thus dragging your attention onto him. your eyebrows furrowed, confused. "consistency? like.. my school work? i haven't showed you my results before though.." you mumbled out, brain still trying to catch up on the horrendously low number of hours of sleep you managed to catch that week. soobin giggled, looking at you with a .. weird emotion in his eyes. "no, silly. your consistency in managing to come here every midnight. it's been three weeks, and you've never missed a day." you pursed your lips, before realisation dawned on you ─ has it really been three weeks? you flashed a small embarrassed smile, eyes turning back to your computer.

soobin's memory is immaculate. remembering the exact preferences you had for decoration suggestions you sometimes gave, and memorising the exact timing on how long you loved for the coffee beans to roast. his knowledge is expanse too, almost as if he dabbled in everything before. what soobin is oblivious to, however, is the fact that on your phone, you have a little alarm to wake you up everyday to head to the cafe. so no matter what, you were determined to enter the cafe at twelve midnight. what was the reason behind this? honestly, you're not sure yourself (yet). all you know is that you're dead-set in seeing soobin's smile everyday.

suddenly, a ringtone rang out. "oh, excuse me." soobin got up from the sofa across you, before heading into the back of the cafe to handle the call. "huh? a phone call at 1am? especially from dialing the cafe number?" your fingers twirled with your pen, neck straining as you tried your best to hear the phone call. unfortunately, only bits and pieces of information entered your ears. "close down.... rent......two days."

your heart sank. soobin's lanky figure emerged from the room, face clearly distressed. when his eyes landed on you, he seemed to get even more anxious, fingers twiddling with the hem of his shirt, akin to a child feeling extremly guilty. he opened his mouth as if to say something, before closing it again. you patted the seat next to you, a silent invitation. a reassurance.

"so... the cafe is in a bit of a financial crisis as of right now.." soobin looked down at the table, eyes not daring to meet yours. he continued, " 'cause of lack of customers, and the expenses of the ingredients and rent... the owner said that it would be best to shut this cafe down for good." soobin sighed, broad shoulders sinking into his shirt, making it look too big on soobin. you didn't like that. you didn't like your soobin looking so small and fragile.

"all good things must come to an end one day," you gave a small smile, your palm unfolding over soobin's closed fist. "i don't want our nights to end." a small confession muttered from his lips. "i don't want our nights to end too, soobin. this .. all this means so much to me. so, so much." you looked away, gazing at the twinkling stars in the distance. your hand feels heavy against soobin's, but your heart weighs heavier. the truth is, having these nights end scare you to no end. "but.. we'll figure a way out, right? like we always have." you offered a small semblance of hope, an open question hanging.

empty confessions fill the air. a choked sob escapes soobin. your heart aches as you pull him towards your shoulder, allowing for a place of comfort, no matter how small. a place of solace for him, showing that there was never any doubt for your presence in his life as well. you mirror his sentiments as you pulled him against you tighter, hands rubbing his forearm as he cries into your shoulder.

a warm tear glided down your cheek.

₊˚ʚ

you huffed, melachonly settling uncomfortably into your stomach. the bells above your head chimed one last time, as you enter the cafe. your sneakers step onto the furnished hardwood, as the warm lights embrace you. there, behind the counter, soobin stood. just like that night three weeks ago, he was there. always, with a cup of americano ready. "i never took you to the rooftop before, right?" you shook your head, your curiosity piqued at the mention of the roof. was it even allowed? soobin snapped you out of your thoughts, waving a hand in front of you.

"you're not scared of heights, are you..?" soobin question, his grasp on your wrist loosening as he led you up the staircase. "a little late for that, no?" you giggled, trailing closely behind soobin. "oh.. true.." he mumbled, blinking a bit. he chuckled, hand reaching for the doorknob towards the roof. "i like to come up here after my shifts. it.. relaxes the mind, y'know? makes it feel like-" "it's all going to be alright." you completed his sentence, your eyes gazing into his own. "yeah.. exactly." he huffed, letting a small laugh out.

once both of you are settled onto the roof, a thick silence envelops the air. you leaned your head onto soobin's shoulder, huddling closer towards him, as if this is your last chance to ever see him. he wrapped his arm around you, head turned up towards the two twinkling stars in the sky. "i never told you this, but.. i used to hate working the midnight shift." soobin starts off, hesistant in continuing. you faced him, urging him to finish his train of thought. "it wasn't a very nice time to work, haha.. i mean, midnight isn't usually the time when people would come into a cafe, so most days were dull." you hummed, leaning further into him.

"until you started visiting." you laughed, "you're only saying that to make me happy." "no no, i'm serious!" soobin frantically waved his hand, heart-shaped lips forming a pout. "i mean it, really. you've.. changed my life in more ways than i expected. i thought you were just going to be a one-time customer, but you kept visiting. kept accompanying me." he barely whispers out the last part, his breath fanning into the cold air. "it's sweet. i look forward to it everyday." a small red tint appears on soobin's ears, as he looks down in embarrassment.

you tightened your grip around his arm, giggling in silence. "i have a confession too. i set an alarm on my phone, reminding me everyday to walk over to your cafe at midnight. that's what explains my consistency, it's because i want to see you. everyday." your voice becomes smaller as you continued. "i guess what i'm saying is that.. i like you." you confessed, burying your face into his arm.

soobin lifted your face, before leaning in, pressing his lips onto yours. you swear you could feel fireworks explode as your heart pumps in such a familiar rhythm that you can't help the nostalgic feeling that settles in your chest. "soo-bin", it pumps, and it keeps on pumping, the blood flowing through your body a reminder of how your love for him flows through you, almost naturally. you closed your eyes, pressing deeper into the kiss.

soobin pulled away, chest heaving. expectant eyes gaze upon you, his hair messed up, much like the day you two met. "i guess midnights will always belong to us." he said breathlessly.

"always."

₊˚ʚ

"you'll really be working here, right?" soobin asked for what seemed like the sixtieth time today. "yes, binnie. as long as you’re here." he hummed in sastifaction at your reply, cuddling further into your chest.

“wait, angel.” you softly nudged him away, smoothening your clothes over as you put on your customary smile. “welcome to azure dreams, what can i get you?” your fingers hovered over the display, but something else is hovering behind you as well. soobin gazes at you from behind, pouting as you politely handle the customer. turns out, the only reason why azure dreams “fell out of business” is because soobin, your dearest, cutest boyfriend forgot to flip the “open/close” sign every time he opened the cafe. the only reason why you managed to meet him two months ago was because you were too tired to even notice the sign..

“i didn’t know you were so good at handling other people but suddenly able to push your boyfriend away. it’s like you don’t care about me at all.. am i not the one who secured you a good schedule and a job? you just threw me to one side like i mean nothing. and to think you confessed to sweetly on that very rooftop! so this is how younger people treat their elders nowadays-” soobin keeps on talking in the back of the kitchen, lips moving at a speed you can’t even read. you lunged forward, catching his lips in a kiss. a deep blush rose to soobin’s face, eyes widening as his hands flutter about as he can’t even seem to find a proper place to put it. on the counter or on your waist?! what if his colleagues walk in..! before he can even finish contemplating, you pull yourself away from him. “you talk a lot, baby.” you teased, before bouncing away to actually do your job.

soobin touched his lips, eyes trailing your figure as you worked. god, he’s so whipped.

₊˚ʚ 🌌 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ 🌀 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ❄️ ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ 🌫 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ

@studiogyu @daddldee

[eijisangel]

Listennn- waking up to kiri going to town between your legs like a buffet is truly sending me dimensionally rn 🙃

You wake up drenched and gasping as his tongue works wonders on your clit, your hands immediately finding purchase in his hair.

“Gmornin’ darlin’, sorry I couldn’t help myself,” he says between licks, arms locked around your thighs. It doesn’t take long for you to be shaking through your first release, his eyes dark as he promises he’s not through with you.

[httpsv33]

Banana Fish characters with a s/o whose cat never leaves their side.

Okay so this is the first request I received! I really enjoyed writing it since I have cats myself! For that wonderful person who asked for it, I hope it lives up to your expectations!

The requested was the following:

'Okay so can I request something with Ash, Eiji, Shorter, and Yut Lung with a partner that owns a pet cat and when they visit the reader the cat goes to them and just wants to be with them gn reader please if you dont mind'

Warnings: very mild cursing (once), gn reader, fluff, cats, physical affection.

Ash Lynx:

“Just admit it, the cat likes me better,” said the blond with a playful curve on his mouth. You crossed your arms before your chest and refused to say a word, slightly irritated by the constant teasing you had to face every time the boy visited your apartment. “C’mon, don’t be upset” he chuckled, a teasing tone still stuck to his words. “I’m not upset, take the cat so he can live with you since he loves you more than me, who, by the way, feeds him every day”.

To be honest, you weren’t that bothered by the cat’s cuddly manner towards your partner, in fact, you found it kind of sweet, but being a bit dramatic was a common dynamic between you and Ash.

“Come here, dumbass” the boy approached you with the cat between his arms and rested his forehead against your temple “You’re so jealous” he smirked before placing a soft peck on your cheek. You couldn’t conceal the grin that eventually appeared on your face.

“Shut up, you’re insufferable” you muttered sheepishly as you wrapped your arms around him and he placed pecks on the top of your head. Somehow, every time he came over it always ended up with the three of you tangled in your bed enjoying a cuddling session.

Eiji Okumura:

“And… this is it” you said as you opened the door to your apartment “It’s small but I guess it’s enough”. The black-haired boy entered your living room with an amused look on his face “I love the decorations! It feels so cozy in here” Eiji turned to you with a huge grin but he was interrupted by something rubbing against his lower leg.

“Oh, yeah, I hope you’re not allergic to cats-” you chuckled “She seems to like you”. Eiji’s face lit up with joy at the sight of the orange cat “What’s your name, little one?” he lowered his hand to caress her head, your heart melted as your cat leaned in his touch. “Her name’s Pumpkin” you crouched next to them. “Awww, hi Pumpkin, you’re so cute!” the boy spoke with a baby voice. You were enjoying the warmth of the situation until the cat avoided your touch to jump into your boyfriend’s arms “You traitor!”. Eiji giggled as he hugged the cat “Now she’s mine” he walked away with her teasingly as you followed them around trying to get him to give you back your cat.

Shorter Wong:

“Hey baby” the boy smiled widely as you opened the door for him “Hi love” you grinned inching closer to him to give him a warm hug “Oh I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to my best friend Patches, right buddy?” he joked as the cat immediately poked his head from between your ankles to meet him.

“I hate you both” You stared at him unamused and turned around to keep on watching your show “No baby come back, it was a joke, I’m so sorry” he laughed picking up the cat and following you, letting himself fall on the sofa next to you, however, you refused to acknowledge his presence. “Baby, come on” he pouted as he rested his chin on your shoulder, giving you puppy eyes.

“You are a pain in the ass, Shorter Wong” You finally turned to look at him and rested your head against his chest, taking place next to your cat “It’s ridiculous that I have to compete for your attention with my cat AND that I have to compete for my cat's attention with you!”.

Shorter snorted at your comment and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead “I love you so much” he muttered lovingly against your skin.

Yut Lung:

“What the hell is going on here-” you had just come back from doing groceries, your boyfriend was still sleeping peacefully when you left, but as soon as you entered the house you were met with a rather bizarre scene. The long-haired man, who, incidentally, hated how clingy your cat was with him because ‘his clothes were too expensive to be covered with animal hair’, was calmly sitting on the sofa with your cat purring in his lap as he caressed the animal’s head tenderly.

“Well, good morning to you too,” he said rather playfully “We’re watching the Kardashians, fancy joining?”. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the offer. “I thought you hated my cat, dear” You left the shopping bags next to the door, the situation was too good to let it slide, you’d put the groceries in their place later. “I didn’t hate her, it’s just that there wasn’t enough communication between us” You arched an eyebrow in response to his comment “But we have a healthy relationship now, right honey?” the cat just purred in response, enjoying his soft pets. You giggled as you sat next to him leaning to his side to watch the show with your two companions, “I guess I’ll have to live with the fact that she loves you more than me if your relationship is so ‘healthy’, then”. “Indeed” the boy smiled warmly as he leaned his head on top of yours.

[turtlestm]

Eiji wakes from a dream that leaves him weeping alone in his bedroom when a dip sinks in the bed next to him. He turns to it and sees Ash, only making the tears that slip from his eyes hotter.

Ash smiles in that painfully soft way that he only smiles at Eiji with and using one hand, he caresses his cheek, wipes away a wet trail from Eiji's face.

"That frown really doesn't suit you, y'know?" Speechless, Eiji's shaking has come to a stop and remains silent as Ash brushes his long, oily bangs out of the way to slowly plant a kiss on the outer corner of Eiji's right eye. Eiji's breath stops in his throat, as though he's afraid of even the smallest movements making Ash disappear.

"At this rate, no one will see these again. It's almost like they haven't crinkled in ages," Ash mumbles against his skin, referring to Eiji's crow's feet. Smile maintained, he lets out a sigh and slowly rocks side to side as he holds Eiji.

Yet his breaths never disturbed the hair his nose was nuzzled against. His motions never caused the wood of the old, noisy wooden bedframe to creak. The dip in the mattress never warps with his movements.

Was the sensation of Ash's body against him solid and warm enough to feel real?

Truthfully, he was afraid to check, so he remained board-stiff in his embrace.

All of these little things added up as reminders of reality. One that Eiji is too afraid to confront in the moment:

Ash died five years ago.

And no matter how real this fact was, he can't help himself. He can't help but indulge in the touch, the smolder he gets when he feels thin fingers carding through his hair, the sigh he lets out when his heartbeat is drowned out by the vibrations that fill his entire body, the timbre of Ash humming some song whose melody he can somewhat recognize as something that he heard on the radio once.

Every last drop of this dream is nothing short of bittersweet. No matter how much it hurts, however, he doesn't want it to end.

So he lets his eyes slide shut once more and rests his aching head on Ash's shoulder. He knows it's unhealthy, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to lean into those touches just for tonight. He'll be able to resist doing this next time.

But he told himself that last week. And a couple days before that. And there was that other time.... But he falls to his desire to be held every time.

[ladychiffa]

Overprotected

Chitose Fujinomiya’s thoughts || Chitose/Eiji || Chitose/Ichiban || Infinite Wealth spoilers

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“Chitose, darling! How are you doing?”

“Fine, mom.”

“Oh, dear, why is it always ‘fine’ with you? Tell me what’s going on, how’s your day been so far…”

“It’s been… fine, mom.”

It hadn’t. The last couple of weeks had been the worst in Chitose Fujinomiya’s life. And the one she had been blaming for this was herself.

“Well, darling, you see,” mom said, and Chitose got the sense that the woman was uncomfortable even talking about this to her daughter. “I’ve been contacted by the dean’s office a few hours ago. They say you haven’t been attending your classes recently. They tried to reach out to you but had no luck. Are you okay, sweetheart? Is there any trouble?”

“No, I’ve just… I’ve been quite sick recently. Decided it was better to stay at home and focus on healing…”

“Oh, gosh! You should definitely see a doctor!..”

“It’s okay, mom. It’s just a bad, bad flu. I’m fine, just need a couple more days.”

Mom’s voice subdued at the end of the line.

“Well, if you say so…”

Chitose was lying. Physically, she was rather fine. However, ever since meeting Ichiban Kasuga, she started viewing the last three years of her life as a fever dream.

It all started with a simple DM. “Hey, Tatara! I've been a huge fan of yours ever since that exposé of the Fujinomiya business. Can we chat?” How easy it would have been to say no! “Do not chat with strangers on the internet,” her mom always said. But Chitose felt lonely. Upset. Invisible to her own family. So she tapped “Respond.” And only now did she realize this had been the biggest mistake of her life.

“Chitose, darling… You can talk to me. You know this, right?”

No, she couldn’t. She had made this mistake enough times in her life to know the true meaning of these words. If she were to let anyone in her family in on the truth, it would backfire instantly. No pocket money, no freedom to move around the city, no sympathy whatsoever. And a ton of accusations. “You’re a grown-up woman, you shouldn’t trust some stranger you barely know!” Yeah, she already knew this pretty damn well.

“Yes, mom… I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you later…”

“You’ve gotta go where?” Mom's voice got louder. “You’re sick, where are you heading?”

“To bed, mom, to bed,” said Chitose rubbing her forehead as her brain felt like splitting in half. “Bye.”

“Hope to see you soon, darling,” a confused voice said from the speaker of a trendy smartphone.

Chitose swiftly pressed the red icon and lowered the hand on top of her knees. She wouldn’t want to see her mom. She wouldn’t want to see anybody.

It was starting out too well. Chitchats after every stream. Praises, and flattery, and all the gaudy understanding a twenty-three-year-old girl may want. In no time, she found herself shivering at every DM beep. Day after day, all she’d been looking forward to was crawling under her blanket and reading what her mysterious follower had to say.

His profile barely had anything. There was a nickname, an edgy picture, and the interest: drama and exposé videos. That was it. Soon Chitose found herself lacking the means to feed her imagination. So she turned to the internet. She entered the nickname into a search engine and dove deep into the abyss of useless info. On page six, she found an account on another social media website. It had the same nickname and profile picture. But that wasn't all. There was also the age (twenty-nine at the time) and more old profile pics. Scrolling through them one after the other, Chitose found one that caught her eye. A dark room, a window lit by the streetlights outside, and a grim silhouette of a man standing sideways. The most striking was that, unlike all the other profile images, this one looked less quality, as if not appropriated from the net but taken on someone’s cheap smartphone.

Can one fall in love with a single grim profile picture? Chitose didn’t know. If only she had a friend to ask! But she was all alone, staring at a dim silhouette of a man on the little phone screen night after night. And it did feel like falling. As if she had lost her footing and was crashing down with no landing in sight. And then… then she got the message.

“Shall we meet?”

Her palms got sweaty in an instant. Her mind, confused between the images of a gleeful meetup and the scolding she’d get for going out without permission, was in a state of utter shock. Without even realizing what she was doing, Chitose typed, “Yes.”

She remembered entering the café they chose together. There were five tables, and all of them were occupied by different men. But for Chitose one glance was enough to send shivers down her spine. She knew it was him. It was the same old silhouette she was used to seeing on her screen. Disheveled hair, an oversized T-shirt, scruffy stubble and a cheeky smile on his handsome face. Barely feeling her toes, Chitose made a few steps towards the table. And was met with a blank stare of these deep brown eyes.

”Can I help you?” the man of her dreams asked quietly.

“Yeah…” she uttered in confusion. “I’m… Tatara Hisoka. We’ve agreed to meet here…”

She noticed a spark of curiosity in his eyes. He scanned her appearance in one thorough gaze, skimming her look from the short black hair to the sweatshirt and baggy jeans, vaguely smiled, and said to her face:

”I didn't expect you being this… It’s nice finally meeting you, Tatara-chan!”

Only recently had she remembered this first phrase. For years, she had been suppressing this moment in her memory. Trying to forget she was never what he wanted. And almost succeeding.

He introduced himself almost instantly. Eiji Mitamura. In person, he had no intention to hide his face or his name. This was what got her hooked on. For the first time, she had someone totally honest with her. And she felt that she could be honest with him. What a mistake…

It became their secret. Meetings in tiny cafés. Them sharing channel design and content ideas. Innocent chat at first, it swiftly turned into actual videos. Chitose was grateful for Eiji’s input. His ideas were bringing in hundreds and thousands of viewers. Numbers she couldn’t even dream of just recently. And, naturally, she was too excited to notice what actually mattered.

Eiji liked it hot. The new character design he brought for Tatara was a lot more revealing than her original drawings. He always had a quip on Chitose’s looks. Her hair being short was too boyish, her sweatshirts being huge were too ugly, her coy attitude wasn’t steamy enough. She was never enough. And that was what changed her.

She was used to thinking it was for the good. She was becoming a better person. Less repressed, more open-minded. Thinking critically. Turning into a woman she would admire. A strong one, the one to never be manipulated, never be pushed over by anyone, including her family. Funny… Isn’t this exactly who she became to him? Just a pushover, a puppet he would ventriloquize from?

But she didn’t notice. She was in love. With the dim image on the avatar, with the silhouette at the café table, with the quiet laughter and loud anger. And she hid it as well as she could. Meaning… it was painfully obvious. Her trying to seize his attention. Her grasping at straws to make him like her. For months, she would be giving herself up, little by little, thinking that she was being smart, and strategic, and doing everything to win him over. Little did she realize: it was his plan all along. To tease her, to make her betray herself, to make her easy to string along. And that first kiss in the dark alleyway at midnight… it wasn’t her winning. It was him accepting her as his voluntary slave.

It had always been bittersweet. Those sacred kisses no one would see. Those careless words that would make her shiver. That night she called her mom lying that she was staying for a sleepover at a friend’s house while half-naked on the floor in Eiji’s apartment with him running his fingers down her chest. It felt off, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. So she decided to focus on what felt sweet and ignore the bitter.

Chitose didn’t expect what would come next. One day, she spent almost eight hours DMing Eiji with no response. On the verge of tears, she finally saw a new message: “I’m sorry, baby, I’m in Hawaii. Don’t know when I’ll be back. Don’t miss me too much!” Soon, she realized that she did. She could almost sense his absence. The emptiness where he used to be. Chitose was quite used to her life feeling empty. But for the first time, no amount of online videos was able to cover it.

Eiji would fly in and out of Japan every now and then, leaving Chitose feeling like she herself was switching between two different countries: one with him in it and one without. And, little by little, the second one started to consume the other. Even when Eiji was in town, he had no time to see her. No time for chatting. No time to answer her DMs. No time to even open them sometimes. Chitose tried asking her mom of what this might even mean, but the suspicion in her eyes made Chitose stop questioning. She didn’t want mom to find out. Or, maybe, she didn’t want to know how deeply off these relationships actually were.

Chitose never cared much for her studies, to be honest. There was never a purpose to it. Just… having a degree would be nice for a promising young lady. She was attending classes and passing exams in order to simply be busy. Only when Eiji once again left for Hawaii she found a motive to get better at studying. No, it wasn’t an unexpected urge for knowledge. It was an exchange program she found in one of the many leaflets passed around the campus.

How proud of herself she was when she got accepted! It was as if all the hard work she put into it was paying off. Chitose imagined herself arriving at the Honolulu airport, calling Eiji’s number…

He didn’t pick up. Didn’t read her message. Utterly confused, she arrived at her dorm with other exchange students. She didn’t feel victorious. It was as if the finish line she was running towards and almost reached was getting further and further away.

Chitose raised her head, put the phone on the nightstand, and went to the bathroom. A tiny room with a shower, a toilet, a sink and a mirror above it. It was the latter that caught her attention. Or was it the image of a confused girl reflected there?

A glance in the mirror reminded Chitose of how she started to realize how wrong this whole thing was. She was standing right there with a phone pressed to her ear, listening to Eiji’s voice begging her to fetch something from the house of some old lady. “Please, I have no time to explain, just do what I’m asking you.” It was off. Eiji never needed her help. He was never asking her for anything. Especially anything illegal. And this venture seemed totally against the law. But the suspicion wasn’t enough for Chitose to refuse. She nodded, put the phone down, and ran off looking for a taxi.

Everything was going fine. She sneaked into the house, started flipping through stuff, trying to find anything that resembled the necklace Eiji described… and then she heard a door knock. There was someone outside. Someone out there to catch her. Panic went up Chitose’s throat. She couldn’t even breathe. She knew – now she was going to jail. What a fitting end to her stupidity…

She had to calm down. She forced herself to inhale, slowly filling her lungs with air. Then, she briefly exhaled and ran downstairs. Whoever was there, she was going to find her way out of this. After all, she was actually smart. And witty. And quite hot, if this comes in handy.

When she entered the hallway, she almost froze in fear. The uninvited guest… she recalled his image immediately. A yakuza. A former yakuza, to be completely frank. But still… When Eiji brought her that expose, she wasn’t actually betting on it doing well. But the video went viral in just a couple of hours. Chitose was over the moon when she saw the viewer count. She never expected the man in question to show up on her doorstep. Well, it wasn’t her doorstep, but nevertheless… It took her courage to smile at him, and nod, and keep talking as if everything was normal. Inside, Chitose was full of fear and panic.

When the man went to the bathroom, she instantly grabbed her phone and called the number on the speed dial. A familiar voice responded:

“How’s it going? Have you found it?”

“No!” Chitose whispered hastily. “I don’t know what happened… That yakuza from the video last month – he’s here somehow! I don’t know what to do!..”

“It’s okay,” Eiji didn’t sound troubled at all. “Do something to him. You’re good at martial arts, aren’t you? Just knock him out!”

“This musclehead?” Chitose’s eyes went wide. “There’s no way, he’s… huge!”

“Oh, come on!” The man was clearly annoyed. “Check the kitchen out. The old hag must have sleeping pills somewhere. Just drug him! And then drop him off somewhere…”

“Eiji… can’t you just come and help me? I don’t know how I would drug him…”

“I can’t,” he sounded dead-set on this. “Too busy.”

“Eiji, please!” Chitose started begging. “I‘ve never wanted this! Please, you have to help me!”

“Fine,” said Eiji reluctantly. “I’ll be there in two hours. Knock him out.”

“Eiji…”

But he had already hung up. Chitose sighed in frustration and ran to the kitchen.

Drugging Ichiban was much easier than she expected. He had no suspicion whatsoever. On the opposite: he was very open, and lively, and funny… It took strength for Chitose to not get charmed instantly. And, when he finally collapsed from all the pills and alcohol, she could rest easy and think.

This felt off. Digging through stuff in some else’s house. Lying her way out of being discovered doing this. Feeding sleeping pills to a stranger. She never wanted any part in this. Her only hope was Eiji arriving in time. So when the front door screeched again, Chitose ran to it as if her life depended on it.

“Is he unconscious?”

“Yes…”

“Good.”

Eiji didn’t seem okay. He could barely move his feet, pressing his shoulder against the wall and slowly making one step at a time. Chitose’s heart went out to him. If only she knew he was so unwell, she wouldn’t have called him.

“I’m sorry I made you come all the way here. Are you alright? Is there anything…”

“I’m fine,” responded Eiji with annoyance. “Where is he? We need to get rid of the guy.”

“He’s… in the backyard…”

Swearing through his teeth and stumbling, Eiji headed across the room. Chitose followed him, trying to decide if she could offer him her shoulder to lean on. The man was coping pretty well. It even seemed that every next step was getting less shaky than the previous one.

Eiji left the house and approached the guy lying face down on the porch. Barely maintaining the balance, he kicked the man on the ribs. The ex-yakuza was unresponsive.

“You fucking moron,” she heard Eiji’s voice. “Your rush to get here just ruined everything for me.”

“What do we do now?” Chitose asked nervously.

“Help me over here…”

Eiji sat down and tried to lift Ichiban from the floor. But the guy was way too big for him to handle, especially considering the tremble in Eiji’s legs. Chitose dashed towards him and grabbed Ichiban under the other shoulder. Together, they managed to lift the man from the ground. Still swaying, Eiji made a couple of steps towards the ocean…

“Where are we taking him?” Chitose asked, hoping her partner had a plan.

“We’ll drop him into the water,” Eiji replied, barely standing. “In this state, we won’t even wake up before his lungs fill up…”

Chitose froze at her spot. No way. Yeah, this Ichiban was a yakuza with a terrifyingly huge build, he was a dangerous man to be around. But just the few minutes they spent together were enough for Chitose to truly believe: he hadn’t deserved such a cruel fate.

“What’s wrong, Chitose?” Eiji turned his head and graced her with an annoyed glance.

“I can’t,” she said, unable to make a single step towards the water.

Eiji turned his body towards her, almost dropping Ichiban back to the ground. His angry stare made Chitose wish she had never picked up her phone that day.

“And what’s your suggestion, Miss Help-me-Eiji-I-don’t-know-what-to-do?”

Indeed. Wasn’t it her who begged for him to come and solve this? Now things were different. She wasn’t ready for every solution Eiji could come up with. So she had to make her own choice.

In the end, she actually convinced him to help her undress the man and drop him out on a public beach, hoping for him to get arrested and sent to jail. It took Eiji quite some time to consider this alternative, but he agreed, finding it much more promising.

“This idiot is lucky. If we keep an eye on him, we may even find what we’re looking for.”

Chitose was happy to agree. She never wanted blood on her hands. Especially the blood of a relatively nice guy who had done nothing to hurt her.

This was almost two weeks ago. It was then that she started to get the sense that something was wrong. And now… she knew exactly what.

But back then, she didn’t have all the intel. She only had what Eiji was willing to share. For the first time in their relationship, he seemed to be truly interested in her help. His instructions to Chitose were extremely hard to follow. She had to infiltrate Barracudas’ main office and get as much info on this Akane lady as possible. At first, Chitose thought that he was joking. It wasn’t an easy fit to sneak into a place guarded by one of the most fearsome mafia groups on the island. But when Eiji leaned towards her from the driver’s seat of his car and graced her cheek with his warm breath, Chitose felt her knees trembling.

“Please, Tatara-chan. Be a nice girl for me.”

A single kiss on the cheek sealed the deal. Now she was ready to die just to get a speck of his approval. Stupid, stupid girl… At least now she understood this.

She made it. She actually got into the heart of Barracudas’ operations. She would never share with anyone what she had to go through. There was no minute she felt safe. Not with Barracuda officers, not with Dwight, not even alone in the room he gave her. Scooping through the headquarters, she was finding more information about the situation with Akane. But nothing she saw there was as surprising as the appearance of Ichiban Kasuga.

His personality deeply shook her. At first, she naturally expected him to get furious, to harm her or let his two buddies do it for him. But he was… calm. Good-willing. Even stopped this Tomizawa guy from getting at her with his nosy questions. He offered his help in getting out, with just a simple expectation of guiding them through the building. Chitose had every doubt in his sincerity at first. But soon… soon she saw something she couldn’t forget or ignore. She saw the real Kasuga.

He was kind to everyone. Generous. He always tried to understand, not judge. It was as if, for him, there were no bad people in the world – there were just those he wasn’t on the same page with yet. This criminal named Ichiban Kasuga was everything the good guy Eiji never was. For her or for anyone.

Chitose fell hard. Once again, she found herself in love with her own perceived image of a human. But this time, this image wasn’t an avatar, it was real. A real, breathing human being she barely knew anything about. Every flaw she saw in him was turning into a hidden gem. He wasn’t stupid, he was honest. He wasn’t immature, he was energetic. The height and build she once found terrifying were now the reasons she found it hard to fall asleep at night. Just a thought of these big, strong arms holding her tight and pressing closer to this sculpted chest was enough for Chitose to elicit a barely audible moan. “Chi-chan,” said his imaginary voice in her head. No one ever called her that. It was weird at first, but soon she couldn’t get enough.

She felt that she needed to calm herself down. A relationship between an heiress of a wealthy family and an ex-yakuza was destined to head nowhere. With Eiji there was at least an illusion of a happily ever-after. With Ichiban there was nothing. He was old enough to be her dad, for god’s sake! Chitose had heard of the term “daddy issues” before, but only after watching Ichiban dive headlong into the ocean waves was she ready to admit she had some of her own.

Ichiban gave her everything she would never get from Eiji. Honesty. Acceptance. Approval. Sympathy. Wisdom, if one could call it this way. And what did she give him in return? Chitose sighed, looking pitifully at her image in the mirror.

Happiness just couldn’t last forever. Chitose realized this when she looked at the video platform profile she created for the clip of Ichiban. There were views, and likes, and comments. And a DM. Just one DM with a familiar avatar.

“Missed me much, Chitose?”

Of course, it was Eiji. He had been keeping an eye on them and now decided to join in. A humble smile, a clean look, a wheelchair… He looked so different from what Chitose was used to. But the core was the same. And she started seeing it as clear as day.

This was the moment Chitose finally realized what she’d lost because of Eiji. He gave her confidence, just to take it back whenever he needed to. He gave her strength, but only for it to be used in his interest. But what he’d taken altogether was the innocence and the faith in humankind. He even took Tatara, her alter-ego, and made it his puppet. She didn’t know this world was so cruel until she met Eiji. And she might have never known without him. But now it was too late to change a thing.

She betrayed Kasuga. She should have exposed Eiji from the very beginning, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Recalling the list of consequences he promised her for treason, Chitose felt trapped. Her heart was ripping in half every second she was in the same room with Eiji. And when she finally shook the feeling off, it was too late to make things right.

“Ei-chan…” Kasuga said, looking at Eiji in confusion. In an instant, Chitose found herself barely seeing anything through a thick layer of tears.

Ei-chan… Even when the man betrayed him, putting his mother in danger, Kasuga couldn’t bring himself to hate the bastard. He looked confused, not saddened or furious. And for Chitose this was the last straw.

She would never be able to look Ichiban Kasuga in the eye. Knowing what she did to him. Again, and again, and again… She felt like the worst kind of person ever existing. A traitor to everything she believed to be good and admirable. A foolish girl played by someone bigger and better at the game. So, so much better…

Chitose lowered her gaze, so hard it was to keep staring at what she’d become. She used to be so different from this version of herself. She valued honesty over the facade, comfort over looks. She used to wear clothes because she liked them and not because they made her waist look unrealistically thin. She used to be so comfortable with short hair instead of these annoying braids…

The last thought truly caught her attention. She remembered that first meeting with Eiji, that first look of his, and those first words:

”I didn't expect you being this…”

Now she knew what they meant. These were the words that made her change herself. Her image, her life, everything around her. Including these long braided strands, she couldn’t keep her eyes off.

Chitose’s fingers combed through her hair almost intuitively. A second – and she dug the very tips into the intricate braiding on the side. She freed her hair and combed through it once again. And then her hand reached out to the scissors on the shelf. Strand after strand, the long pitch-black hair started falling into the sink, taking away the persona Eiji had been imposing over her own for so long…

When Chitose was done, the girl in the mirror truly seemed like a different person. A grown-up woman, but with a soft flair of the innocence she used to possess. Her eyes were glistening with tears of grief and happiness. She was finally free. Her mind was free of the ideas Eiji had installed. Her image in the mirror was free from his influence. It was Chitose’s turn, and she would be the one to show: she was no longer afraid of Eiji. That time was gone. Now she was stronger and wiser. And not for Eiji’s benefit.

“I’m sorry, mom,” Chitose said out loud. “I will tell you everything one day. But let me have just one more chance to become myself. I will be wiser this time. I promise.”

[chaoslynx]

im sorry if this is a bother and weird, but what do u think eiji smells like??

Ash isn't sure when he started to associate the scent of vanilla with Eiji.

He used to kind of hate all perfumes—anything designed to make him smell good was something intended to ready him for ... more. Honestly, his hygiene habits sucked for a while, when he was with the gang. Most of the guys didn't have the best hygiene anyway—living on the streets, as many of them did, will do that to you—so it wasn't odd for Ash to do the same.

But the reality of it was just that ... he didn't want to. He didn't want to spend time with lavish soaps and shampoos and grooming himself. So for a long time, he stuck with those stupid fucking multi-in-one type soaps that he knew were shit for his skin. Eiji teased him for it, of course, but didn't press. Eiji's a jock, but would always shower with an intense skincare routine after a workout.

It was casual, the way Ash asked. He just 'happened' to let his own soap run out.

"Can I use your soap? Forgot to buy more of mine."

Eiji had handed him a bottle of a vanilla scented body wash—as opposed to the bar soap Ash had been using—and everything started to fall into place from there. That was the scent that Ash had loved for so long. The scent of vanilla became intoxicating after that. Ash wanted it enveloping him at all times. Vanilla meant Eiji. Vanilla meant safety.

He started putting vanilla in his drinks, and ended up buying the same body wash himself. Anything to remind him of Eiji. To remind him that ... that this was a new chapter of his life, with Eiji. That Eiji is with him now.

Ash would steal Eiji's sweaters, hoping for that same scent. He'd been wearing Eiji's shirts for a while—even back in the old condo, he would wear Eiji's NoriNori shit as easily as his own clothing. He never did fit into Eiji's jeans—and yeah, there's something there about Ash trying to get into someone's pants in the least sexual way possible for once.

But ... all of it smelled like Eiji. Like safety. Like love.

Vanilla meant Eiji, and Eiji meant love. Eiji's always meant love.

[retour]

“…Another year of life. Another year of good luck.”

The man would pour some tea into two intricately designed cups; one for his friend and one for himself. The soothing aroma would encompass the endless field, and with the shade of the tree at their benefit, allowed for a much more pleasant evening.

“Thanks. Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Much of the help stems from the very beginning from when they first met. Having crossed paths through a part of her reincarnation, he had interested himself in the woman’s rather abnormal dilemma; of it being a curse placed upon herself from many lifetimes before. In that process, her own soul and memories remained in tact after each incarnation into one world or another, accompanied with that vessel’s own set of memories and personality. He exercised himself after finding the source of her incarnation cycle, which was more so difficult due to her rather short lives with each ‘cycle’.

This time, however, wouldn’t be one of those short lived moments. Having found a temporary work around, she’d have a much longer window of time before her next cycle began, allowing for more time to filter corrupting or clashing memories, as well as being able to enjoy ‘normal’ festivities such as this one.

He’d prepare her a special dessert, topped off with a scented candle neatly centered. With the ‘wish’ thoughtfully made, she’d happily put out the small flame.

“…It’s…been so long since I’ve gotten to do something like this. It’s felt like an eternity…. I can’t thank you enough..”

“Anything for a friend, Eliane. You deserve it. Enjoy…”

[bloomness]

⋆˚࿔ morning hues

waking up with the mha boys !

— includes : kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: f!reader implied, around 0.3k words each,fluff, established relationship (sorry i’m a sucker for romance) suggestive if you squint, usage baby + babe used, light swearing

authors note: my first drabbles ever guys how are we feeling ! can you guys tell who’s my favorite lolol

also here’s a link to the pose kirishimas is cus idk if i described it well enough haha

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro is a light sleeper. so whenever you begin to shuffle in your sleep, your eyes slowly fluttering open, so does he.

when he finally does find himself fully conscious he immediately pulls you closer to him, yearning for your warmth. his big arms wrapped around your neck and his body pressed flush against yours.

“goodmorning baby.” his voice is rugged, eyes still closed as he places a delicate kiss on the outer shell of your ear.

you maneuver your head up so you can whisper out a small “morning.” before placing a kiss on his forearm. he flexes, pretending to choke you with his muscle. you giggle as your hand moves up to caress his biceps, a sign of appreciation.

he’s smiling, though you can’t see it, you just know. “how’d my girl sleep?” he asks, like he has been every single morning since you’ve gotten together. you’ll never get bored of it.

this is how you spend most early mornings. in bed together, waiting for the sunlight to stream through the bedroom window.

eijiro releases you from his grip, moving to gently rubbing your back as you recall the dream you had that night. you boldly explain the actions from your dream as he passionately listens, making additional comments along the way.

“hmm, yeah? that’s nice baby.” he coos into your ear as his hands rub up and down your shoulder, kisses being periodically planted on your skin.

when the words “i have to get ready.” would eventually escape your lips eijiro would insist you stay in bed a bit longer, he’d even ‘fight’ you for it.

his arms are propped up on either side of your face as he peppers kisses over your giggling face. “eiji, please,” you say between short breaths “i have to get ready for work!”

“i don’t want you to go,” he’d whine, only promising to let you go if you give him another kiss 🩷

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

“denki.” you complain for the fifth time. the golden haired boy, whose head is resting on your upper chest, remains still. you watch as his chest rises and falls with every breath, his brows occasionally furrowing. you sigh.

denki is a deep sleeper. usually he wakes up in the early afternoon (though if you two had a long night he could sleep until the late afternoon!!) he’s doesn’t like to admit it but you both know that his sleep schedule is so ass.

“babeee.” you groan. though you really enjoyed the view you also really had to get to work.

finally, he moves. “hmmm?” a low groan escapes his lips. he turns, attempting to bury himself into the crook of your neck.

you take time to drink in the image of your sleeping boyfriend as he nuzzles himself into you. you let out another sigh, this one holding less tension than the first. “kami.” you say, sweetly. your hands find their way to the base of his neck and your fingers slowly climbing up to play with his hair. his grip on you tightens, fingers digging into the side of your waist.

“i have to get up now, okay?” you place a soft kiss onto his sun dyed hair.

you wait a few seconds for a verbal reply and to your surprise (not really) you began to feel a wet patch forming on your neck. “denki.” you dead pan.

“yes y/n?” his eyes are sparking as he looks up at you, feigning innocence.

“that’s not going to work on me again dumbass.” you sit up and ruffle his hair, laughing sweetly at his attempt to keep you in bed.

“but baby-“ he starts to whine as he sits up as well.

when you get off your shared bed you finally see how disheveled he is. his shirt is a wrinkled mess, not to mention it’s slightly riding up his stomach. he’s blinking his eyes, very clearly trying to wake himself up. you bask in his beauty, a smile creeping up on your face.

“i have to get ready, really denks,” you try to put on a stern voice, but it’s hard to leave your boy.

“can you at least turn around before you go?” he ask as with a pout.

your brow cocks at the question. though it is a weird request, it’s your boyfriend request. so you oblige. “happy?” you ask, glancing back from your shoulder to examine the expression on his face.

his eyes are lit up and locked onto your body. “yeah,” his says, a dorky smile on his face as he lays back down. “so happy” he giggles, his voice dreamy.

he falls back asleep not too long after that, his dreams full of you.

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

when you sleep with your boyfriend, hanta, you often find yourself waking up comfortably tucked into the corner of his elbow.

surprisingly, hanta is an early bird and is up with the sun on most days. he likes to spend mornings getting ready together so he usually finds himself staying in bed scrolling on his phone while waiting for you to wake up.

when he sees your sleeping figure finally rise to life he can’t help but tease you a bit.

you attempt to rub the sleep away from your eyes as you turn over on your boyfriend's arm. when you finally open your eyes you’re met with a big grin plastered on the raven haired boy's face.

“look who’s finally awake,” he sings, his tone is teasing, but holding no real sting to it. he tucks his arm in, bringing you closer.

“goodmorning to you too hanta,” you say in a low voice, not being awake enough to play along with his playful attitude.

his face tilts to your reaction, noticing your low energy. he lets out a low hum before leaning to bite your cheek “sorry ma,” he mutters as he pulls away. “i meant to say, goodmorning beautiful,” he corrects.

you can’t help it as a smile creeps up on your face. he always knew exactly how to cheer you up. you bite the inside of your cheek as the outside burns a crimson color.

“such a tease,” you pout as your body moves to hover over his. you tilt your head up to kiss along his jawline, ready to get payback. he lets out a satisfied hum as his hand makes his way to your lower back, possessively laying there.

“y/n,” he starts, his voice is soft. he closes his eyes as his eyebrows knit together. you travel from his jawline down to his neck. he shutters when your soft lips touch his skin, as if you put him under a lovestruck spell.

“hmm?” you mumble from his neck. he opens his eyes to see yours locked onto his, their reflections toying with innocence.

he bites back the smile on his lips as his head falls back onto his pillow, his eyes falling closed once more.

when you pull away from his neck he lets out an airy laugh. “evil,” he says, peeking down at you as you laugh at him.

“that’s what you get,” you giggle.

his hands quickly find their way to you. he’s now holding your face in his hands, “you’re cute,” he breathes out as he squeezes your face, finally leaning in for a proper kiss.

“ready to get up now?”

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

hitoshi knows the tell-tale signs of you waking up. he’s seen it so many times before. the way your face scrunches when the sunlight hits your eye. the way your lips fall open while intelligible mutters slip from your mouth.

so hitoshi waits. he doesn’t mind waiting anymore. not when you're lying on his chest, practically on display just for him. it’s all finally worth it when your muttering comes to a stop and your eyes slowly open.

you tilt your head up, your sleepy eyes meeting hitoshis. your boyfriends typically weary eyes are soft and tender as his gaze dances down your body.

“goodmorning,” he says in that deep voice that makes you feel so weak. he rubs your arm as you let out a relieved sigh.

“morning toshi,” you reply with a small smile. “switch?” you offer him.

hitoshi was quick to nods so you switch positions; toshi now sprawled out across your chest as you laid on your back underneath him. your hands raced to his hair, pushing his lavender locs back and massaging his scalp. the soft mewl of contentment he lets out makes your skin feel hot. “you sleep at all?” you ask, mostly to calm yourself down.

“like three, maybe four hours?” he said with shrug as if he was trying to downplay the situation. he dipped his head low, not knowing you could see the tip of his ears color themselves pink.

“not bad,” you say, placing a kiss to the crown of his head.

okay, maybe he hadn’t told you how he’s been sleeping way better because you're by his side. maybe he couldn’t handle hearing you say how proud of him while you kiss him all over. maybe he couldn’t handle how cute you’d look with a smile that big on your face.

yeah, he definitely couldn’t handle that. not yet.

he’s not new to your shared morning routine, but for some reason seeing you tousled up next to him in bed, early in the morning, still manages to make his heart race.

[blairxbear]

Your final moments in their arms...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

Warnings: These drabbles depict readers death and may contain heavy emotional themes. Mentions of blood, while nothing is graphic please be aware before reading

Featuring: Katsuki Bakugo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Eijiro Kirishima, Mezo Shoji, Fumikage Tokoyami, Rikido Sato, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Katsuki Bakugo

"Damn it, stay awake!" Bakugo barked desperately, voice hoarse from shouting as he cradled your body tightly. Anguish filled his crimson eyes, but anger masked his fear. Blood dripped steadily from your side, staining his shaking hands.

"…Katsuki," you whispered weakly, reaching slowly for his face.

"Don't you dare!" He choked on his own words, furious tears clouding his vision. "You're not allowed to leave me, you hear? You’re gonna keep fighting!"

Your fingers softly brushed his cheek, your thumb catching a tear he hadn't realized escaped. "I'm sorry... I couldn't—"

"No," he interrupted, voice cracking painfully. His facade broke entirely as he clutched you desperately, burying his face against your hair. "Please… I need you. Damn it—I love you!"

But your breathing had already stilled, leaving him gripping your lifeless form, screams of grief and fury echoing into the empty sky.

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki knelt on the ground, trembling violently as he held your fragile form, eyes wide with helpless fear. "N-no, please, please don't—" His voice was barely audible, quivering with panic as tears streamed down his pale face.

Your eyes met his gently, sadness filling them as you offered a faint smile. "Tamaki… please don't cry."

He shook his head frantically, softly sobbing. "I… I can't do this without you. You're my strength—I can't lose you…"

Weakly, you raised your hand, gently cupping his tear-streaked face. "You’re stronger than you think, Tama… I'll always… believe in you."

His heart shattered as your eyes slowly slipped closed, your hand dropping limply from his cheek. Tamaki desperately tried to hold onto you, his voice breaking with grief as he whispered, "Please come back… I can't bear this world without you."

Hitoshi Shinso

Shinso’s grip on you tightened, panic surging behind his usually calm expression. His violet eyes were wild with fear, voice tense and pleading. "Stay awake for me, alright? Talk to me, just—keep your eyes open."

You weakly smiled, feeling his heartbeat racing beneath your fingertips. "I'm sorry, toshi… I messed up."

"No, don't apologize," he murmured desperately, his voice trembling despite his efforts to remain calm. "You didn't mess up. You never mess up. Just hold on a bit longer, okay?"

Your vision blurred as you whispered softly, "I love you."

His breath caught, the words he'd wanted to hear so many times now slicing through him painfully. "I—I love you too," he choked out, tears streaming down his face, dripping onto your fading features as your breath stilled. He sat there numbly, clutching you close, feeling a part of himself disappear alongside you.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima knelt beside you, holding you protectively against his chest, eyes wide with frantic disbelief. "Hey, c'mon, you’re stronger than this!" His voice wavered as his usual optimism crumbled under the weight of grief. "Stay tough—you're gonna be alright!"

Weakly, you managed a smile, your fingertips gently brushing his jaw. "Eiji… thank you for always believing in me."

His heart clenched painfully, tears filling his crimson eyes. "Of course I believe in you—always have, always will. So just stay with me!"

"I'm sorry… I couldn’t…" Your voice faded softly, eyes slipping closed.

"Eiji?" you whispered softly one last time, as your hand slipped from his grasp.

Kirishima froze, the silence suddenly deafening. "No—wait, please, just one more second!" He shook uncontrollably, tears streaming freely down his cheeks as he held you tightly, unable to accept the harsh reality that you'd already left him behind.

Mezo Shoji

Shoji knelt beside you, his arms gently cradling your weakening body, desperately shielding you from further harm. His normally stoic demeanor shattered, replaced by visible anguish in his eyes.

"Hold on," his deep voice pleaded softly, barely above a whisper. "Help will be here soon. Just hold on."

You weakly grasped one of his trembling hands, meeting his gaze lovingly. "Mezo… I'm glad I got to love you."

His eyes filled with sorrow, shaking his head slowly. "Please don't speak as though you're saying goodbye… I can't lose you."

You smiled faintly, your grip loosening. "Thank you for protecting me, always…"

Shoji’s heart shattered, grief carving deep into his chest as your eyes slipped closed. He held you tightly, murmuring broken apologies into the silence, unable to accept he'd failed the one person he loved most.

Fumikage Tokoyami

Tokoyami cradled you gently, desperately trying to remain composed, but his breathing trembled as tears threatened his dark eyes. Dark Shadow hovered anxiously, quiet and somber, sensing Tokoyami’s profound grief.

"Stay with me," he whispered urgently, brushing hair gently from your face. "You cannot be overtaken by darkness… not like this."

You looked up at him weakly, your gaze filled with tender reassurance. "It’s okay Fumi, I'm not afraid… you're here."

His composure faltered, tears finally escaping. "But I am afraid—afraid of losing you. Don't leave me in the dark."

Your fingers brushed his cheek gently, eyes slowly fluttering closed. "You were always my brightest light…"

He trembled violently as your breathing stilled, Dark Shadow letting out a mournful cry as Tokoyami clutched you desperately, quietly sobbing into the encroaching darkness that now felt emptier than ever.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Tetsutetsu clung to you desperately, his usually fearless expression replaced by raw fear and panic. "Hey! C'mon, toughen up! You can't leave like this!" he shouted, voice trembling despite his attempt to sound strong.

Your eyes slowly opened, filled with gentle warmth as you weakly smiled up at him. "Tetsu… you're always so brave. I'm glad you’re here."

He choked back a sob, shaking his head frantically. "I'm not brave—I’m terrified of losing you. Please… just hold on."

Your fingertips gently touched his face, voice growing weaker. "I'm sorry… guess I wasn't strong enough."

"No, no—you're stronger than anyone I know," he pleaded desperately, but your eyes had already drifted closed, breathing fading away gently.

Tetsutetsu screamed in grief, clutching your lifeless form tightly against his chest, unable to stop the flood of tears as he realized he'd lost the one strength he needed most.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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[sunarinscat]

“Momentos” • E. Kirishima <3

synopsis • you and kirishima have matching bracelets and rings with stories behind each of them. Are you prepared for a new one?

a/n • midnight Drabble. Will be edited later!

When you begin dating Eijiro Kirishima he wears a ring from his mother on his right index finger. His hands, (though gorgeous), are otherwise bare.

But as time flies his hands are covered in little mementos. Guess what? They all lead back to you.

The first one on his wrist is a mix of pretty beads you both picked out together.

“Hey baby c’mere.”

“Yeah Eiji?”

Rough hands delicately hold a string of beads next to your face as a frown tugs at your handsome boyfriend’s lips. He puts the set back and fumbles through the rows of beads before holding up another. This time his pretty face is caught in a smile.

“Yeah, that’s a perfect match.”

He’s looking right into your eyes with that dazzling smile and it makes you giddy. He drops the beads into the basket along with a little charm that reminds him of you.

“Okay now your turn, let me take a picture of your eye color so I can zoom in and match it.”

“Working smarter huh? Why didn’t I think of that…”

You hold your hand out and he places his chin in your palm with a dopey grin. You zoom in to take a picture of his eye and then snap one of his face in your hand for your folder labeled “love”. You pick a pretty red that matches his eyes and a little sun charm that reminds you of him. Your sunshine.

The second bracelet on his wrist is a permanent chain he got with you.

“Hey look there’s a booth for permanent jewelry! I’ve always wanted to do that with Mina!”

Eijiro looks at you like a wounded puppy.

“You don’t wanna do it with me?”

“Oh, I just didn’t think that’s the kind of thing you’d be into. You know.. not super manly I guess?”

“What are you talking about bracelets are obviously the manliest.”

You giggle and accidentally snort which sends him reeling. He bends over heaving laughter which only sends you further and you’re both giggling messes.

“No actually though, I’d love to get one with you.”

“Let’s do it! Then you can always look at it and remember your manly boyfriend.”

He winks at you and you smile back.

The third, a ring on his other index finger, glows bright green. You assume that means happy. You still remember winning it for him at a carnival. Nothing as grand as a giant teddy bear but he treasures it nonetheless.

“Umm so you missed all of the bottles except for one. You get one of the single point prizes.”

You pout up at Eijiro and he offers an empathetic look.

“Sorry, I wanted to win you something as cool as you got me.. this is my third try and the park in literally closing.”

“Don’t stress it sweetheart.. here let me see.”

He bends over the cabinet, muscles rippling under his tank top. You can’t help the pink that tints your cheeks as you admire his back. He spins around with a mood ring in his hands but stops short when he sees your face.

“I’m pretty sure if I put this on you right now it would turn pink for down bad.” He says as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Caught, your face comes a little closer to red and your eyes shoot to the floor.

“Possibly.”

“Well! definitely don’t need this to read your mood but guess what…”

He slides the ring on and rubs it quickly to warm it up, causing it to turn pink.

“I’m down bad too.”

He plants a kiss on your lips and you reach your arms up to wrap around his neck. He breaks the kiss only to hold up the pink ring and wiggle it in front of you before he’s back for more. The second kiss is passionate and you have to pull yourself away because you know the teenagers working at the park are trying to do their job and close. The little card that came with the ring confirmed that pink symbolized ‘in love’. Mood rings aren’t usually accurate but this one was spot on.

Back in the present, you look at your own hands, you have almost the same amount of mementos he has. You look back up to him and sigh softly. There’s plenty more little thread bracelets and beaded rings you’ve made each other. It’s so sweet how he keeps each and every one.

You sit outside at a table. The food tonight has been divine, but right now you’re content to admire Eijiro as the sunset casts him in a golden haze. His hair is down tonight, and the wind tugs at it softly. His eyes are glowing as he stares right back at you, admiring your every detail.

“You are one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. You know that?”

“I could say the same about you.”

He laughs softly to himself.

“I’m not sure you understand. You are the best decision I have ever made, and I want you in my life forever.”

“Eijiro I-“

He slips out of his seat and before you can even comprehend it he is in front of you on one knee. He’s honestly majestic in the glow of the sunset. He pulls from his pocket a velvet case and your heart skips a beat. He cracks it open and inside you see the most stunning ring you have ever laid eyes on. It’s exactly what you had dreamed your ring would look like. You can’t help but choke on air as you prepare for what he’s about to ask you.

“Y/n… will you marry me?”

You drop to your knees beside him in an instant. Your arms are around him, ring entirely forgotten, as you hug him tightly and sob.

“Yes Eijiro yes, yes, yes! A hundred million times yes!”

He cradles you for a moment as you cry before humming

“That’s it sweetheart, can you stand up and let me put this ring on my fiancé? Then we can cry together.”

You laugh half heartedly as you try to slow your tears. You rise to your feet and hold out your hand gently. He takes your finger and slips the ring on, following it with a kiss. There’s one, then another. He’s kissing up your hand, your arm, and suddenly he’s up on his feet. He plants his hands on your hips and captures your lips in a deathly sweet kiss. You can feel him smile into your lips as his hands grip your frame and spin you around. He breaks away with a gasp.

“I hope you know you’ve made me the happiest man alive just now.”

you smile and plant your forehead against his, honestly at a loss for words.

“I can’t wait to grow old together.”

You glance down to your ring, a new momento that now joined the others. And soon, Eijiro would have a matching one. Call it sentimental, call it sappy. You would keep each one, from the simplest thread bracelet, to the most intricate ring.

“Me neither.”

[unedited]

[whtepony]

Hihihihiihihihi! I love your work always so yummy 😼😼

Was wondering if you could do a bakugo/kiri comforting u when ur sick? I have the worst fever ever rn and if I wanna get thru this I need delusion stories to feed off of 😞

thank u anon!! i’m sorry you’re sick i hope u feel better :(( kiri will take care of you tho

little kiri x gn reader fluffy drabble, literally nothing except him being the sweetest man in the world and being madly in love with you

“‘s there anything i can get you, baby? you want something to eat yet?” eijiro asked softly, rubbing soothing circles into your back as you laid curled up in your bed. you shook your head, groaning at how the slight movement only seemed to worsen your pain. it felt like your whole body ached and you just could not break this fever. your boyfriend frowned, brushing a bit of hair out of your face before speaking again. “you want me to lay with you then? i hate seein’ you like this, i wish i could make you feel better.” he sounds oh so sad and you know he really is - eijiro hated when you didn’t feel good, even more so when there wasn’t much he could do about it.

“nuh uh, don’t wanna get you sick,” you mumbled, opening your eyes to look up at him. he smiles and you can basically hear the words before they come out of his mouth. “i don’t care if i get sick! and i think we’d both feel a lot better if you’d just let me hold you, pretty.” he’s right, as per usual - it had been nearly a week since you’d last seen him, forbidding him from coming to your apartment in hopes of not giving him whatever you had. but he can only take so much time away from you! you sigh, nodding slowly and scooting over a bit to make room for him. he grins and slides in next to you, pulling you gently to lay your head on his chest. “i missed you, yknow,” he says, rubbing your back once more. “i’d let you give me the plague if it meant i could be with you like this.” that makes you laugh a bit, wrapping your arms around his torso and humming in agreement. “i’m sure you would, eiji.”

[biibini]

modern!mizu headcannons

a/n: my brain has been nothing but her so it’s ab time i write ab her. i’ve read a bunch of modern!mizu headcannons ab her but i need more !! it becomes a drabble at the end but my girl deserves peace and happiness pls

i’ve read a lot of hc w her in uni so i’ll prob stick to the similar things ive read + more

modern!mizu would def be in university studying mechanical engineering

ik this is specific but pls hear me out it fits bc shes a smartie & her adopted dad (master eiji) was a very technical person when she was growing up

she’s also in uni due to an engineering scholarship

modern!mizu is usually at the gym if it wasn’t for classes and fixing her bike

yes she has a motorcycle. i stand by this hc and many others who share similar ideas.

prob a kawasaki ninja but decked out w her own alternations

modern!mizu is a gym rat but is too stubborn to admit it, esp after taigen pointed it out once

likes to go in the early morning for the peace and quiet

she typically goes in for cardio and weights to keep her healthy and in shape but has dabbled in calisthenics before

taigen used to fence w her before he got into other sports such as basketball

(random thought but he just looks like he would play basketball player)

modern!mizu is very smart… but has a slight huge problem with procrastination

akemi has tried many studying techniques with mizu but it ends up her procrastinating and finishing alone

she prefers studying alone in the library or at her desk, until you came along

(ill elaborate on mizu & reader another time)

modern!mizu cannot cook for shit i’m sorry

she can kinda chef it up but it’s taken her a while she nearly burnt the kitchen and has repeatedly turned on the fire alarm and now ringo has ptsd

usually ringo will cook something or help her cook

speaking of ringo

her and ringo are roommates in off-campus housing 2 bed 2 bath

at first, dad eiji was a bit hesitant since he was helping mizu move in but warmed up to ringo once he cooked them dinner (his mom’s soba recipe)

mizu swears she saw a tear roll down her dad’s cheek that day

modern!mizu usually dresses more casually and comfy but still likes her dark blues

not to self indulge but she would like the baggy acubi look that she can move in

(i know this is so inaccurate of others’ headcannons but pls the baggy button up + slingbag combo would go crazy)

ik she got a uniqlo drawstring sling bag

or just any sporty crossbody sling bag

hear me out pls

it’s easier to get on and balance on her motorcycle with comfy clothes and a secure bag

on mizu’s and ringo’s move-in “anniversary” (as ringo like to call it), he got her a lil keychain for her bag with a jingle on it as a joke to her initial move-in gift to him: a bell for being so silent

modern!mizu usually keeps to herself and her friends

after her ex bf m*k*o (yes im censoring his name he doesnt deserve to be typed out) , she’s very cautious of who to trust

thankfully, ringo, akemi, and taigan (as much of an ass as he is) has taught her to open up and be okay with who she is

but there are days when she prefers to be alone and sticking to her own business in peace and quiet

headphones on locked in 🎧

modern!mizu likes to wind down before bed with some chamomile or lavender tea

her temper used to control her feelings, especially when she was much younger

having a small routine at night keeps her calm & well rested

eiji initially started this routine after their long days of welding in the backyard

she can’t cook but give her a teapot and tea leaves, she will make it right

(ok im done imagining her life lets get to the good stuff)

modern!mizu loves little touches

whether it’s holding u by ur hand or shoulder or waist, her hand will always be there

her main love language is physical touch

the more comfortable she gets with u, the longer she’ll leave her hand on u

whenever u and her are out at a party or gathering, u implemented the secret squeeze if either one of u wants to get out

u haven’t used it before but mizu did a few times

it was when she just wanted to be closer to u in the comfort of her own bed

modern!mizu enjoys shopping w u

she kind of knows her style: comfy and light

but she never explored how to pair clothes together until u showed her some basic pairing

when she first met akemi, she was uncomfortable with more feminine styles and shopping for going-out tops with her

it mainly stems from just not knowing a lot of trends and seeing a wide range of items

she got accustomed the items but seeing u have fun trying new tops

totally not sneaking into the changing room and stealing a few kisses many kisses

modern!mizu also enjoys holding ur things for u

she won’t say it explicitly but she is silently expressive ab it

u need someone to hold ur drink while u fix ur shoes? she got it. need someone to hold ur bag while u go to the bathroom? she got it.

need someone to get a glass of water even though ur all comfy in bed? she will get it (for a price aka some extra cuddles & kisses)

she’s also the type of put ur hand behind ur back when ur in a crowd

ok thats all for now but hope u enjoyed ♡

[ejacking]

HI!

I’m Eiji, but you can call me Jack or Ej. I’m a pretty chill dude and I write and draw stuff for my hyperfixations.

I also have a brother blog where I started a Kiribaku fantasy fic if u guys wanna check that out:)

Requests and asks are always open so don’t be afraid to say hi!

I will also make ask series (if that makes sense) where u can send in asks to my ocs or character from different fandoms😙

I probably won’t have loads of fandoms to talk about/write about but here are my main three you’ll see most:

DC/Batfam

Creepypasta

Avatar (2009)

Things I write are:

Headcanons

Drabbles

One-shots

Suggestive stuffs (smut is a maybe. Nsfw hcs r maybes too)

Series (although these are based on my motivation)

Things I don’t write:

Any nsfw stuff that’s js…rly odd. I don’t think I have to elaborate.

OC x character (although I will be talking about ocs and stuff separately)

Weird age gaps (if both adults then that’s chill, like if u wanna get with Alfred and the reader is like 20+ then that’s chill)

Non-con and stuff alike

MASTERLISTS:

BURN THIS MANSION DOWN.

An ask blog based on the residents of the famously dubbed “Slender Mansion”. The main plot will be tagged/coloured in its own respective colour so it can be separated from the shitposts and filler.

[bloomness]

⋆˚࿔ love languages

the main forms of love languages the mha boys show toward you and how!

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero, & shinsou (in that order)

contains: f!reader strongly implied, feminine compliments used, established relationship, baby, girlfriend, my girl used, fluff fluff fluff, denkis is a little suggestive

authors note: this is like my head canons but in drabble format hehe! sorry shinsou's is short i'm still trying to figure out his charater ;(

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima - shows his love by overwhelming you with care

acts of service

eijiro's main love language is absolutely 100% doing acts of service for you all the time.

he’s holding the door open for you one second and running to pull out your seat the next, grinning like a dork.

he doesn’t want you to lift a single finger doing something that he can do for you.

it’s the small things: picking up the mail, buying your favorite snacks, giving you neck messages, taking out the trash, carrying you from one room to another when you don’t wanna get up.

he thinks you’re the best therefore you deserve the best.

he feels like SUCH a man when he can fix something for you.

words of affirmation

eiji also really loves to receive words of affirmation

even after fighting in a war, eijiro still feels himself having a low esteem.

though your encouraging words mean so much to him. you make him feel like he’s a capable hero. you spend hours in bed tangled up together. you hold him as you tell him how amazing he is. how he’s a strong hero, a great person, the perfect partner.

he’d get overwhelmed and cries as you shower him with love. just knowing that you think so highly of him makes him feel worthy. you definitely healed the little middle school kirishima in his heart.

eijiro might as well be a package deal because he is also amazing at giving words of affirmation. the most supportive boyfriend you could ever find.

goes in the mall dressing room with you to see you try on new outfits, he's paying (ofc). “i love that color on you baby.”

don’t even get me started with him dressing you.. flushing your shoulders with kissing as he fixes the strap of your top, every touch making you feel euphoric.

kneeling down to put your shoes on, kissing along your leg as he does. “so beautiful.” he praises the ground you walk on.

when eijiro notices that you’re doing good with work he makes sure to let you know! two big thumbs on the side of his face “doing amazing, beautiful!” and makes kissy faces towards you.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari - shows his love by never letting you go (literally)

physical touch

you and denki are constantly found with your hands, legs, (or both) tangled together.

chilling with bakusqaud? feet are kicking each other from across the couch. studying a case file? nope, denki can’t focus until his head is in your lap. completely drunk and dancing at a party? denki’s pressed up against you with his hand ghosting over your ass, letting everyone know you didn’t come here alone.

there’s not a single second of the day when his hands don’t snake their way onto your waist or lower hip, doesn’t matter if you're at home, work, or anywhere else.

because of his touchy tendencies, you two are always showing pda and he loves it.

denki SWEARS he’s trying his best to be respectful in public, but he can’t help but get addicted to the look on other guys faces when they see you leaning up to kiss him. hes so so proud that you choose to be with him.

but don’t be fooled by the lust! denki can be romantic too; though he's forever a dork.

he likes poking at ur sides when he’s teasing you. he kisses your face over and over again when you’re annoyed (until you smile a little).

gift giving

poor denki could be dirt broke, but when you come out of the dressing room wearing a top that perfectly hugs your figure his mouth drops, and his money goes poof.

“it’s so good, let’s get it yeah?” (hes gonna cry to his empty wallet when he gets home)

this prompts a lot of shopping dates which leads to a LOT of matching accessories. matching hats, hoodies, jewelry.

he has a ring with your initial on it he never takes off.

+ plus

denki has u as his lock screen and gives you (his phone) a kiss every morning he can’t sleep by your side.

would tweet: “just fell down to my knees in a walmart parking lot cus my girlfriend hasn’t texted back it been 30 mintues what do i do 💔”

has you and him as his profile picture on instagram and has a highlight of you titled: “my wife (BACK OFF)”

⋆˚࿔ h.sero - shows his love by showing you off

physical touch

he grew up with parents who never left the honeymoon phase, so he knows what it’s like to feel so much love and he knows how to show it. (he also grew up with two younger sisters and an older sister and they made sure he knew the standard!)

so hanta is a romantic confirmed!!

he’ll buy you a big bouquet of flowers. buys you gifts, even for small anniversaries/celebrations. slow dances with you in your living room. prepares a warm bath for you when you're stressed.

and although he’s more mature than denki, hanta still pretty immature. so, he’ll jump at you any opportunity to get his hands on you.

hanta loves when you two are hanging out with friends, sitting on bakugos couch, and he has the chance to wrap his arm around the top of the couch. he possessively hovers his hand over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him whenever someone looks your way.

hanta is taller than you and always uses this to his advantage. squeezing your face when you look up at him. leaning down to give you kisses. holding your side to guide you through crowds.

occasionally, you’ll let him pick you up from your armpits like a cat and dangle you. you don’t know why he likes this; he just does.

words of affirmation

now one of hanta's best qualities is definitely his confidence and the way he talks to you confirms that.

he reassures you without even meaning to. hanta can tell when your down and easily finds the perfect comment that makes your cheeks flush pink and your dopamine levels boost. “look at that,” he practically purrs when you finish an assignment “done already cariño? making me look bad.” he laughs, not caring who hears him.

(quick mention that he also loves to make you laugh; he prides himself in it actually)

showing you off, showing you off, showing you off. everyone knows who the pro-hero cellophane is dating, it's hard not to.

“yeah that’s my girl.” he says it stern, with a smirk on his face. it drives you INSANE.

⋆˚࿔ shinsou - shows his love by keeping you around

quailty time

it took a while for hitoshi to open up but when he did it was overwhelming for him. he thought wouldn’t be able to express his love for you. he soon realized just being in your presence was enough.

you love spending quality time with hitoshi. it doesn’t matter what you're doing, he wants to be there. doing chores together, planning your monthly schedules together, talking walks together.

hitoshi loves to hear you talk and learn more about you but he just loves to hear you laugh.

he likes teasing you like there’s no tomorrow with stupid jokes and stupider insults just to see you laugh over and over again.

physical touch

but once hitoshi gets comfortable, once he gets confident: he also gets cocky and handsy.

comes up to you and whispers in your ear, “come on, can you do it for me, baby?”

favorite cuddle positions is spooning and honestly doesn’t mind whose big or little spoon.

he holds you by the waist as he looks up with you with those eyes.

hitoshi is a jealous guy. he knows you’re fun to be around, he knows you have friends, and he knows it’s wrong to think this, but he hates not being with you.

but he also knows that when you get home, you’ll lay in his arms again and it’ll be alright so he’s patient until he can hold you again.

holding you from behind when you’re leaving to go out with coworkers. he’s kissing your cheek, “‘m gonna miss you. be safe,” gripping onto you like there’s no tomorrow.

once hitoshi learns to love you he never lets you go.

+ plus

he found that he likes to share his clothes with you and finds it funny that you practically drown in his hoodies.

when you give his hoodie back, he puts it on and smiles as the smell of your perfume fills merges into his skin.

[fudan-no-nijiiro]

Nijiiro's UtaPri Fanfiction - Masterpost

So it turns out that I've written a lot of UtaPri fanfiction over the past few years. In fact, there's so much that it's all listed in Anonymous collections—I decided I didn't want it clogging up the rest of my Ao3 profile, and even making a pseud felt like it wouldn't keep them separate enough.

However, that means (for better or worse) that it's a bit harder than usual to find, so here's my solution to that: a masterpost of my UtaPri fanfiction to date, just in case anyone's interested.

Key:

(SL) indicates a fic based in some element of Shining Live canon (RIP).

(gen) indicates no (overt) relationships

ST☆RISH-centric

Of dubious veracity (SL, ~5k, Otoya/Tokiya, complete): A fic that asks how the stars of the Tokilock TV series would handle it if their characters started dating in the show. (So in other words, about 5k of Tokiya in crisis.)

unmasked (SL, ~3.5k, Natsuki/Syo, complete): A Darkmoon/Lightwing in-universe reconciliation fic (with added Kaoru, because Kaoru-reintroduction is a motif in my work in this fandom as a whole).

late blooms (SL, 2.5k, Tokiya/Natsuki, complete): In-universe continuation of the Strawflowers and Flossflowers series, in which "Natsu" is "Lord Toki's" butler and bodyguard. Getting-together fluff.

mirrors and windows (SL, 2k, gen Syo & Kaoru with hints of Cecil/Ai, complete): An in-universe sequel to the Desert Sea + Light of the Desert duology. (Kaoru-reintroduction is kind of the whole point of this one. Also, Ai is also technically in this fic, so it isn't *only* STARISH boys in here, but the STARISH characters are still the main focus so it stays here because I said so. Also also, I have no idea how Ai and Cecil started feeling like a viable ship in this one, but life finds a way I guess.)

pro indication (SL, ~1.5k, Syo/Haruka, complete): Based (loosely) on the Syo's Heart-Pounding Theme Park card SL, but also very much on Syo's True Love route in Repeat. In which Haruka's fears about Syo's limitations are thankfully unfounded. (I still think I fumbled this title tbh)

Quartet Night-centric

but if i[t] had to perish twice (~29k, gen QN, complete): Mind-the-warnings levels of angst in this one, which imagines what would happen if Ai started taking after his predecessor in terms of mental/emotional state. (DONE, finally)

rhopalia (SL, 1.5x drabble, Ai/Haruka if you really squint): A snapshot of a moment inspired by the Dreamy Aquarium Shining Live event. (This fic is teensy.)

Haunted (SL, 3k, gen Reiji & Ai, complete): Angsty oneshot bringing wider canon into the School Life Melody Reiji card.

our encore (SL, 2.5k, Ai/Haruka, complete): Theoretically inspired by the Ai's Joyful Birthday card story. First chapter is fluff, second chapter merits the E rating (smutty smut smut). Be warned.

HEAVENS-centric

Cloudy Skies, Rainy Days (~30k, gen HEAVENS, complete): In which each HEAVENS boy gets a chance to shine/suffer in a sickfic/hurt/comfort oneshot (though in Eiichi's case it's a twofer, because he and I are both dramatic). This could've been a series instead, if I'm being honest with myself, but then I'd need seven different titles and ugh. If I'm being honest, though, I'm damn proud of this set of stories.

Tipping Point (~4k, Yamato/Eiji, complete): A fluffy getting-together college AU fic I wrote for a gift exchange. Not a ship I would have tried otherwise, but they have a pretty cute dynamic.

Cross-Unit / Mix-and-Match specials

Setsugetsuka making-of cycle (SL, gen/full cast, 9.5k altogether, complete): A love letter to my personal favorite of the content Shining Live produced. This series of 3 fics focuses on Masato, Reiji, and Otoya respectively. (I actually used Ao3's series function correctly for these, hooray!)

lured by literature (SL, 5k, Camus/Tokiya, complete): I have no idea why this became one of my favorite obscure ships, but it absolutely did, and the The Lure of Literature story in SL is 100% to blame. Someday I may even revisit these dorks, because the BL chemistry between them is just that incredible.

scrape (SL, 2k, gen Ai & Tokiya, complete): In-universe coda to the Puppeteer's Workshop event story, featuring Lito and Luke protecting each other when danger strikes. (These two are both so dramatic. I love this event story so much.)

boards and bonds (SL, 2k, gen Ren & Ai, complete): Extra scene in the Winter Sports: Skiing and Snowboarding SL stories. In which Ren totally knows Ai's secret and is totally chill (heh) about it.

lights in snow (SL, ~1k, gen Reiji & Cecil, complete): In which Reiji is a good senpai. (This is also Winter Sports: Skiing and Snowboarding, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't get this fic and the previous one mixed up sometimes lol)

Bespoken (SL, 3k, Ai/F!reader OR Cecil/F!reader, complete): Would you like an in-universe reader-insert fic where two boys are flirting outrageously with you at once and it's up to you which one you're interested in? Enjoy. (This was a bit of a stretch to write, but in a fun way.)

Tuning the Kaleidoscope (3k, gen, any & all characters, abandoned): My attempt at prompt fills, both requests and randomized. I started writing these really early on and it's not my best work, but it was a fun as a way to do character studies. (This is another multi-chapter work that should probably be a series.)

...Aaand that's all for now! I've got some other bits and pieces kicking around in drafts—including a few sequels that've been on the back burners for a while, and at least one big-ass project that I got pretty far into without feeling ready to start posting it—but here's what I've published. I'm pretty happy with most of it and very happy with some of it, thank you very much for looking and I hope that if you follow some of these links you find something you'll enjoy. 🌈

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Confession (Yandere!Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader)

A drabble about the reader's inner turmoil involving the current situation Kirishima has put her in... Hope you enjoy!

Content Warning: (soft) yandere, implied kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, female reader

Word Count: 873

Kirishima made (Name) feel weird. It should be a bad weird, but it wasn’t, and that terrified her. It was a good weird, the kind that warmed her cheeks and made her heart flutter in her chest. The kind of weird she had feared would develop the longer she stayed here with the red-haired man.

(Name) had fallen for him. And she didn’t know how to feel about it.

She knows that she shouldn’t like him. He had so selfishly taken her for himself. Kept her cooped up in his home, away from any harm and away from any people. She hasn’t left the house in months. And she should hate him for that.

But she didn’t.

Kirishima is the nicest guy she’s ever met, despite what he’s done. He’s been so accommodating, making sure all of her needs are met and giving her whatever she asks for. He’s respectful too, never overstepping her boundaries and always asking for consent before touching her. (Name) can tell he loves her just as much as he says he does and it made her feel conflicted. She had never felt so much love from another person before, and she would find it sweet if it was under different circumstances. Kirishima’s the perfect guy…but he’s still a kidnapper.

(Name) groaned, burying her head in her hands. She never expected she would actually ever share his feelings! You’re not supposed to be in love with your captor! Maybe she’s just grown insane after being here for so long…

This was all so confusing. She’s dreamed of having a regular relationship for so long, but any chance of that happening has been thrown out the window. Maybe…maybe she should just take it for what it is? It wasn’t all bad staying here with Kirishima, and his place was nicer than any home she could ever afford. She had everything she needed here…and she would never have to worry about expenses again. Not to mention the presence of an attractive man who was completely devoted to her.

 Was it really okay for her to accept these feelings? Obviously no, but (Name) was too far gone to realize that.

She decided she should make it official. Let Kirishima know how she really felt about him instead of dancing around the issue any longer.

(Name) waited until it was time for Kirishima to leave for work. While it was still early in the morning, the both of them were wide awake and ready to face the day. (Name) remembers when she used to hate getting up, latching on to the covers whenever Kirishima tried to drag her out of bed. He had successfully turned her into a morning person, but she wasn’t complaining. It was better this way, as now she had more time to spend with Kiri before he went on patrol. She could actually give him a proper goodbye instead of the tired and mumbly one she used to say when she was still in bed.

“Well, I better get going. Don’t wanna be late,” Kirishima stood in the entrance adjusting his headgear before turning to (Name) with a bright smile plastered on his face. Giving her a thumbs up, he said, “I’ll see you real soon, babe. Have a good day! I love you so much!”

(Name) nodded and gave a small smile of her own. She could already feel her face growing warm as she stuttered out an unexpected response.

“You too, Eiji- Eijiro. I…I love you too.”

Kirishima had only opened the door just a crack before whipping back around. A bewildered look replaced his jovial grin, his eyes searching for any hint of dishonesty in her words. She’s never said it back to him until now and he wanted to make sure she meant it. He let go of the handle and stepped closer to (Name), heart fluttering at the sight of her embarrassed expression. She was just too cute for her own good.

“Do…do you really mean it? You love me?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

(Name) smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah, I mean it, Eijiro.”

Kirishima’s heart soared when she called him by his first name. He couldn’t believe that finally, finally she had confessed and returned his feelings. He never wanted her to stop saying those three words.

Happiness and excitement took over when he rushed to (Name), embracing her in his strong arms. She gasped and laughed when he picked her up and spun her around.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me!” Kirishima cried, giggling with her as he sheepishly put her down. “Sorry, I got a little too excited there.”

“It’s okay,” (Name) said, grinning ear to ear. “I’m glad I put you in a good mood.”

“Oh, I’m more than just in a good mood! I think you’ve just made me the happiest man in the world,” He leaned down to press his forehead against hers then, taking her hands into his. “Do you think…you could say it again? I wanna hear it a thousand times over.”

(Name) chuckled once more, reaching up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. More than anything.”

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Thanks for reading! Have a lovely day ya'll~