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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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ocean paradise

↳ bottom shinso (human) x top reader (merman: blacktip shark)

summary: Just… some merman porn

w.count: 2094

content warning: smut, porn without plot, monster sex, merman x human, double dicks, double penetration, watersports / omorashi / pee, lots of cum, riding

“A SHARK!”

“THERE’S A SHARK!”

“GET OUT OF THE WATER!”

Shinso stood in the middle of the crowd, holding on to his father’s hand tightly, not really knowing what was going on, only for the 5-year old to get picked up by his mother.

“Let’s go Honey, it’s not safe here anymore!”, she said, following the crowd that had seen a shark’s fin in the ocean, thus scurrying back onto the mainland.

As Hitoshi looked over her shoulder though, he could see the shark fin disappeared, and instead, a head broke through the surface – e/c eyes met his lavender ones.

And that’s when he first saw you for a split-second, before you dove back into the depth of the ocean.

Chuckling, he opened his eyes and looked into the starry night sky, before a “Why are you laughing, Toshi?” made him turn his head – he had been floating on the surface of the ocean.

“Just thinking back to the moment I first met you.”

“Ohh, you mean the shark incident?”, now you chuckled as well, your arms tightening around his waist as you pulled him closer against your chest.

“Hmh…”, then he turned around, looking straight into your e/c eyes as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, carful to not touch your gills at the side of your neck though.

“When I told them I saw a mermaid, they all thought I just wanted them to talk to me so I could use my quirk on them… No one believed me…”, tilting his head slightly, he then smiled as you looked a little confused, “But I think in the end, it’s best that only I know you exist, you know?”

“Hmmm, I think so too!”, you then nodded and smiled brightly as well, before leaning in and kissing all over his face.

“Your just mine. My mate. Hehehe!”, the cute, little laugh almost melted Shinso’s heart as he bit his lip for a moment, trying not to get too overwhelmed, only to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over the rather rough skin, and then pulling you in for a real kiss.

Instantly, you held him tighter and leaned in deeper, yet careful that your teeth weren’t hurting him when you brushed against his lips and, in the end, push your tongue inside to play with his, Hitoshi softly moaning into the kiss as your hands slowly wandered down to his hips and then one sneakily slipped onto his ass to softly squeeze.

“Do you have to go already…?”, your purr was so strong it resonated within his own chest, wondering once more if you could actually brainwash him with your singing and drown him.

“Yeah… But… One last time, yeah?”, Hitoshi mumbled against your lips, feeling the grin form on your own, before you pulled back a bit to look at him.

“Hmmm, I like that! I wish I could just take you with me though.”, a sad sigh escaped your lips as you finally let your finger push between his cheeks and against his little hole, earning his blissful gasp as he willingly snuggled closer, whimpering a mere “Me too…” because the thought of living as a merman was kind of intriguing…

Yet, for now, he just lived as a human by your side, visiting you as much as he could and making love underneath the starry sky.

“Hitoshi…”, the little growl that escaped your throat when his nails softly scratched over your chest made him smirk a bit, only to repeat the gesture once more to rile you up as well; all while your finger suddenly pushed inside, his insides fluttering in excitement as he pushed back into your touches.

“Don’t… waste too much time, yeah?”, he whined against your lips.

“But… They’re big…”

“I can take it! You know that…”, was his only answer as he pushed his hips against your tail, immediately knowing that your sheath has also opened as two weirdly shaped cockheads poked out.

“But Toshi-“

Though, he interrupted you as he smashed his lips against your own, both of you moaning almost in synch when he wrapped his legs around your shark tail to rub his cock against yours, spurring you on more and more and feeling your dicks grow underneath the grinding.

All while you had added another finger to thrust into his ass, trying your best to “prepare” him, though, to be honest, Shinso was used to taking your cocks and with how impatient he was, it was hard for you to hold back as well.

One hand grabbed your dorsal fin, the other finally slipped down to grab both of your cocks, your high-pitched moans sounded like you were singing, truly beautiful and enough to make him rock-hard and wanting more.

“Y/n… do it…Please.”

“If… you want, then, I won’t hold back, Toshi!”, then you grabbed him, earning his surprised gasp, before he blinked a little in surprise when you swam towards the beach with him.

“Y/n?”

“Hitoshi…? Can you do the thing we did last time?”

Your e/c eyes were almost reflecting the ocean as you looked into his lavender ones, and then, he understood, a big smirk playing around his lips.

“Oho? Do you want to watch me so badly, Y/n?”

“Yes… please.”, pecking his lips over and over again, Hitoshi couldn’t help but giggle – you were more like a puppy then a ferocious shark, really.

“Fine. Only because it’s you, Y/n.”, his deep chuckle made you shiver in anticipation, before you finally reached the shore where you turned around, half-sitting and propped up on your elbows, your shark tail still engulfed by water so you wouldn’t dehydrate too quickly.

Crawling on top of you, his hands were back to rubbing your dicks, one curved, long and rather thin, the other thick with little nubs and bit shorter. Shinso has shown you last time what it meant when he said he would ride you, so it was not even surprising him that much that you wanted to do it again, knowing how much you loved watching him last time.

“You’re really spoiled, Y/n, you know?”, he then laughed when he moved closer, lifting his hips and reaching back to adjust your cocks.

“I just… love you, Toshi. I want to watc-“, though you couldn’t speak much longer when his hot, tight insides suddenly engulfed you, Hitoshi also throwing his head back with a loud, blissful moan as your thick, weirdly shaped cock finally spread him open, the precum you leaked being so much and gooey, making it easy for him to slip your dicks in.

Digging his fingers into your chest, he was gasping your name when he pushed down until, an inch or so down, he reached your second dick, your thick head that had almost spikes around it, though much rounder at the end, spreading him even wider, the long spike-like protrusions almost making him cum on the spot just from entering your cocks and feeling them ‘scratch’ along his sensitive insides..

“Oh God-“, he could only moan out loudly when the little nubs and spikes gave his insides just the right amount of feeling that his cock was bouncing so pathetically without even being touched, almost releasing just from that as he swallowed both of your dicks at last, ramming his hips down onto your tail.

“FUCK!”, arching his back, you simply watched, completely smitten once more as you loved to see him losing himself so much, that’s why you wanted to do it again like last time.

“Hitoshi… You’re so… beautiful.”, you barely managed to choke out as well, his ass was so tight around your cocks, it was almost too much for you too.

“Y/n…”

Shinso vividly felt your cocks leaking so much thick, gooey precum and in the end, he held on with both hands against your chest as he started grinding his hips, first, rather slow, only to lean back, hands pushed into the sand besides your shark tail, and then rolling his hips, showing off everything, just like you wanted him to.

“AAAHnh Look at me- Y/n! AH! MHN! Y/n!”, moaning out your name without restraint, hoping that no one was around at night, though he also didn’t really care that much, as he cried into the starry night, hips slamming against your tail, swallowing your cocks so effortlessly – his own bouncing from all the vigorous movements.

You wanted to grab and hold him, but, with your dorsal fin in the way, you had to keep upright on your shaky arms as you watched him attentively.

Thrusting his hips down, he stopped for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he grinded your cockhead against his deepest spot, making it difficult for him to even stay in this position. Shinso’s arms felt like jelly, he was shaking and shivering, muscles tensing – but he didn’t want to stop, even if he could feel the hot waves of pleasure in his lower abdomen almost overwhelming him.

Once more, he cried out your name in delight when he raised his hips, just to slam them down again, your cocks rearranging his insides, the weird shape and little nubs and spikes making it hard to hold himself together.

“Y/n! I- I- AhNH! Can’t hold-!”, he moaned out, pushing his body back up so his face was close to yours as he started ramming your dicks into him once more, hips shaking vigorously.

You took the chance to lean your forehead against his, breathing a mere “D-Don’t hold… back… Toshi!”, your tail thrashing in the water as your own orgasm was so close.

One last time, Shinso used all his strength, gasping for breath so desperately as he moved his hips against your tail, your cocks stirring up his insides, your thick, gooey precum making everything so messy and wet – it was overwhelmingly amazing, truly.

“Y/n! Y/n!”, he moaned out your name so lustfully, his thighs quivering and a hot, warm feeling seething in his lower abdomen, though before he could realize what was going on, he couldn’t stop.

Desperately crying out loud and throwing his head back, his cock was overflowing with warm liquid that pooled at your own belly, your gasped “Toshi!” only making him sob as he couldn’t stop wetting himself, being impaled by two cocks just felt too good.

And in the end, the mere view of him loosing himself was enough for a violent wave of sheer lust to sweep through your body as well, your cocks moving and throbbing on their own inside of him only intensifying the lustful bliss as he didn’t stop peeing himself.

That’s when you released as well, a siren-like sound escaping your throat, it was high-pitched and yet, it wasn’t unpleasant, more the opposite, only for Shinso to arch his back, his warm liquid hitting your chest as you stuffed him full with your seed – thick, gooey cum filling up his ass as he slowly regained control over his body again.

Heavily gasping, a few spurts of pee were the last thing his pathetically throbbing cock managed to produce; Shinso’s head was spinning, especially as you just didn’t stop squirting your cum into him, his hole already overflowing and covering your tail in the sticky fluids mixing with his own he released.

And then, you stopped and your cocks that were wiggling inside of him came to a halt as well. That’s when he almost collapsed on top of you, thus you quickly managed to grab him and somehow slither and shuffle back into the cold ocean, though with how hot Hitoshi felt, it was just right to cool him off as he barely hung onto you.

Your cum that was still seeping out of his ass, even though he was already stuffed with your cocks, was drifting away in the water as you held him tightly.

In the end, he barely managed to press out a “Fuck… That was… fuck…” as he rested his head on your chest when you laid on your back so he was basically resting on top of you on your chest as you drifted through the ocean, not wanting to part as you kissed his head and face all over.

“You were… amazing, Toshi.”, a dreamy sigh escaped your lips, before you started to purr again while you held him tightly and kissed him all over.

Hitoshi didn’t want to move even one inch, staying with your dicks inside for as long as he could and still relishing your moments together. He didn’t need to rush home anyways.

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: day one of mermay already begins with THIS, so… it shows in which direction we’re going hurrhurr though I have a few more kinky shit planned, but for now, hope it was enjoyable! also, was craving some change sooo… new blue banners hehe

#salemswriting.#shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom shinsou #shinsou smut #smut #mermay2021 #shinsou x you

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anntidote · 3 years

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: ♡ work up a sweat - ushijima wakatoshi

— “there are other ways to work up a sweat, love.”

pairing: post-timeskip!ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader

warnings: smut, pwp, clothing destruction, penetration, stretching(?), SIZE KINK, fat cock !!!, unprotected sex but his pull out game is STRONG

summary: working out in the living room didn’t really work out... but how else are you supposed to stay fit during quarantine? well— your boyfriend has an idea or two.

a/n: this is for you ushijima fuckers!!! i got so many requests for him, and as you all know- your wish is my command! ♡ happy holidays, everyone!

“i think you’re doing it wrong.”

sitting up against the pale gray of the yoga mat, you lock eyes with the tall figure, leaned against the door frame, and arms crossed with his lips pressed into a thin line.

“toshi? i thought you had practice today.” you raised an eyebrow at him.

he shook his head in response before pushing off the wall, and moving into the adjacent kitchen, getting out one of the matching couple mugs you’d bought ironically; pouring himself a cup of water. “iwaizumi cancelled practice. cases are up.”

you hum, turning your attention back to the flashing television screen, and how the woman demonstrates the next move.

“we’re going to shift our weight to the left, like this... and arch our back to feel that stretch! it’s that easy.”

unconsciously following along, you don’t seem to notice how your boyfriend’s eyes scan over your figure with utter adoration. how he turns any flaw into your greatest strength, and how he loves every single thing about you.

he recalls nights where he catches your eyes zeroing in on your insecurities, and how he’d silently hug you from behind. wishing his words would be reassuring enough for you to disregard those types thoughts, and to simply focus on how beautiful he finds you.

and to be honest, ushijima thinks it’s a pity that you can’t recognize this fact.

“alright, now to the right! remember to arch your back, and feel that burn!”

the faux encouragement of the spokesperson snaps him out of his thoughts, as he hears a shift in the hardwood floors- and he almost snorts.

“did you stretch before this?” he asks, moving towards you and placing his cup on the nearby coffee table.

missing the way his eyebrow is amusedly cocked to the side, you huff out a sigh. “no. why?” and you close your eyes, beginning to mentally count the seconds that seemed to go by too slowly.

one.

perhaps it’s the shade of grey that sets him off. how you angle yourself perfectly. your ass perked high up in the air, spread out almost like a buffet. how those yoga pants seem to hug you so well.

two.

maybe how the sweat at your brow makes it a little bit more difficult for him to stay sane. the heavy heaves of your chest, and the bite of your lower lip in concentration.

“okay! one more time! to the left!”

you cringe at the cheeriness, beginning to shift your body once more before feeling a hand on your behind, making you pause.

“toshi?”

“you need to lift yourself a bit higher.”

you don’t see him from this position, and it’s quite of unfortunate, as he’s that close to snapping.

but that advice was definitely not to help you- and a tad of guilt eats at him when you hum out a ‘thanks’ before adjusting your position from right to left. definitely missing how ushijima locked eyes on you, and where he-

“oh shit!”

his eyes widen as you stumble, falling back a bit when your trip over your own feet. catching yourself, your ass pressing against the semi-hard on in his sweats. and for that very brief moment-

fuck it.

the loud rip of fabric tearing resounds through your shared apartment, along with your surprised gasp. your head snapping back towards your boyfriend in utter shock.

“toshi-!! did you just-!?”

did he just rip your yoga pants?

he disregards your shock completely when he takes one of your cheeks in each hand. spreading you apart, pressing his clothed length to your center.

“babe- i-“ your brain goes a million miles per second, trying to understand what’s going on.

“there are other ways to work up a sweat, love.”

and your brain works for naught. beginning to fuzz like static when your hole catches on the the fabric hanging loosely on his hips. the exposure sending heat hurling down between your legs.

“ahh...” the moan falls from your mouth so easily.

it doesn’t even register to ushijima that you’re not wearing underwear— all he can focus on is the sputter of your cunt against him. how you’re already drooling with every brush of your hips, creating a dark mark in the joggers he’s sporting.

“toshi... please...” your voice barely makes it to his ears when you reach back towards him. how your spine is bent, mouth open and eyes pleading for solely him and just him.

it’s all too sudden when he shoves his pants down to his knees and lines the head of his cock to your weeping folds. and it grows even harder for him when you hiss at just the tip, the stretch always thrumming through your body when you take him.

he mumbles incoherent praises at how great you’re doing. how well you’re taking him, and how perfect you are. you already know these things, but that doesn’t seem to stop the fact you hold onto his cock like a vice, and the rose of your cheeks always prove otherwise as you continue to sink down. the slick of your pussy bottoming out with a combine groan from both of you.

you keen, nails digging into the yoga mat as you try to support yourself. and when you finally give him an affirmative nod- it’s as if the world is a blur.

the snap of his hips, and the slap of his balls against your clit has you reeling. the pace of his thrusts are impatient- but it’s so hard to get shit wrong with a cock like his.

thick and fat. a cock that made you drool at first sight, and curves so perfectly- you sometimes swear your bodies were molded for each other. it’s like he splits you in two in the best way possible. almost rearranging your body just how he likes it.

how each rub against your anterior wall seems to send sparks into your vision. you moan a melody into ushijima’s ears, as the pound of your ass is absolutely mesmerizing.

“hnng... t-toshi- i-“

and the visual is lewd when you turn over. your mouth dropping into a pant, and how you look absolutely sinful. pressing your legs up to your chest, and the way your hole sputters slick. and you almost laugh at how ushijima pushes your sports bra up your chest, immediately pinching at your sensitive bud- electricity rushing through you.

and it’s totally unfair how he sets your body on fire while looking that good. the caramel brown of his neck, grip on your thighs- sure to leave bruises, and how his pupils zero in on where you’re connected.

but it’s when he’s himself.

reaching up in the midst of pounding your ass into oblivion. the small caress of your cheek that makes your heart swell, and when he swipes the stray tear that falls from the corner of your eye.

a silent confession that sends you hurling into a blistering heat, vision speckling in white, and making your insides coiling up, and snapping like a glow stick.

“toshi- i can’t— fuck—!” you cry out, creaming his cock in milky white.

your toes curl, and it’s absolute hell and heaven for ushijima. your cunt milks him like a vice, skin slapping that ricochet off the walls, and the whimpers of his name that fall so prettily from your pouting lips.

“shit- you’re so fucking good to me...”

he snaps. setting the pace of his thrusts like a madman. your high, pulling into overstimulation- your nose scrunching and nails digging into his shoulders.

“fuuuck, baby...” eyes crossing and feeling the swell of his cock kiss your cervix. your needy pleads getting into his head, and the clench of your cunt around him. the shocks making your body convulse, as you sit there and simply take it.

it’s you that overwhelms him. the scent, sounds, and blistering heat that makes him lose it. pulling out at painting those god-fucking-sinful yoga pants in his cum- ropes and ropes, even as your pussy dribbles it’s drool onto the mat.

and only then do you feel like you can breathe. heaving and panting, pecking a kiss onto your boyfriend’s lips before collapsing.

“w-what was that all about?” you huff out, barely catching your breath in contrast to the athlete to your right.

and it’s his silence that makes you smile from ear to ear. the flush of his cheeks as he mumbles something along the lines of ‘those yoga pants’ and how pretty you always look.

but it’s all fine as you both seem to enjoy your time on the floor.

where the rest of your clothes end up later.

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myherowritings · 4 years

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Maybe It’s Fate

— After discovering the mememate you fell in love with was your ex-boyfriend who broke your heart, you find yourself alone in a bar with a dead phone in a poor attempt to cope. The person who helps you at 3 a.m. is the last person you want to see.

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x f!reader word count: 10,531 genre: modern au, social media au

a/n: hihi welcome to part 25 of toya ! ;) the smau is rated 17+ so keep that in mind because it applies to this part too. it’s a bit thicc so i hope it’s able to keep your attention! skksffsd plspls chat with me and let me know what u think once u read! i’m looking forward to the convos ^-^ [edit: THIS IS NOT THE FINAL PART LOLOL]

Of all the dumb decisions you’ve made in your life, this by far had to be the dumbest of them all.

You were angry and hurt and wanted nothing more than to drown your feelings with overplayed EDM music and cheap booze that reminded you too much of the trash college parties you used to frequent. And while going out to get drunk was no where near your stupidest decision, going out alone with the full intention of returning home with someone else was.

“Is everything okay?” you heard an unfamiliar voice beside you call.

Wishing you had brought more than an empty can of pepper spray, you cautiously turned to face him. You wanted to call a cab or take the train home, but you knew walking alone in the streets in your current condition might just be more stupid than staying at the club. Besides, your phone died right after you sent Kaminari your location.

In other words-- You were truly fucked.

Not that you would let anyone know that, of course.

“Everything’s just fine,” you replied, trying to sound polite but disinterested. “Thanks.”

He kept his distance but sat down at the barstool next to you. “Are you sure? You’re a pretty lady alone at the bar and you’re staring at your drink like it just insulted your favorite grandmother.”

Immediately, the tears of stress and frustration flooded your eyes but you kept them from falling. Your bottom lip quivered and you blamed all the alcohol in your system for your seemingly uncontrollable emotions.

“Am I that transparent?” You sniffled, downing the rest of your drink as you turned towards him.

“Ah-- Wait!” he cried with wide eyes, waving his hands in front of him as you chugged what was in your glass. “Are you sure you should keep drinking? Where are your friends?”

You studied him curiously. He seemed nice and trustworthy, but you couldn’t help but be skeptical of his intentions.

“They’re...around,” you answered, unwilling to admit you were here alone to a random stranger. “And I’m okay! Just here hating men, but what’s new?”

He nodded solemnly. “Understandable. Men suck. Carry on.”

That earned a grin from you.

As the last gulp of vodka settled in your stomach and made its way to your head, you instinctively checked your phone in your pocket only to find it still dead.

Damn. And here you were hoping it would’ve miraculously charged through sheer willpower.

Drumming your fingertips against the empty glass, you let your gaze roam around the perimeter of the nightclub, blinking furiously in confusion when you thought you had spotted a head of all-too-familiar purple hair near the entrance.

“What the…” you trailed off. You could have sworn you just saw Shinsou, but the next second you opened your eyes, he was gone.

Great, you thought to yourself miserably. First he snuck his way into your heart and now you were imagining his presence too?

“You’re really had too much to drink, haven’t you, Y/N?” you chided yourself, head spinning as you instantly regretted the last few gulps.

The guy next to you glanced over in concern, drinking a glass of what you assumed to be respect women juice.

“Can I order you some water?” he fretted. “Or maybe a cab?”

You shook your head to decline but stopped abruptly when your temples started to throb at the sudden motion.

“S’okay,” you slurred. “I just thought I saw--”

“Y/N!”

You froze in your seat.

That voice… It was faint and almost like it wasn’t real, but you knew that voice.

There was no way.

“Good grief, I’m losing it now, huh?” you asked your bar acquaintance with furrowed brows.

He shrugged, not knowing how to reply.

“Y/N, thank god,” the voice said frantically, sounding closer this time. “You’re safe!”

Ever so slowly, you turned around in your seat, eyes squeezed shut.

Even hearing his voice amidst the blaring of music was enough to make your heart twist in pain. It was the same deep timbre you remembered from high school and you haven’t heard it since then. You hated just how much you had missed the familiar sound. It was like a hug of comfort telling you everything was okay and a stab in the gut all at once.

“Y/N,” he said again, almost a whisper this time.

You finally found the courage to open your eyes, but refused to meet his gaze. Instead, you developed a deep interest in the laces of his shoes, reluctant to look up.

“Shinsou…” The name left a bitter taste on your tongue and you wished you had another drink to wash it down with. Your voice hardened. “What are you doing here?”

He winced at your harsh tone but stood unrelenting. “Your friends are worried sick about you. Kaminari was so concerned he even messaged me-- Something I imagine he never wanted to do.”

Your lower lip jutted out in guilt as your stare stayed set on the intricacies of the tiled flooring.

“Why have you not checked your phone?” asked Shinsou in exasperation. “Kaminari was trying to tell you I was going to pick you up.”

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. “My phone died after I sent Denki my location.”

“Died? Did you not charge it before you left? Y/N how could you be so irresponsible--!”

“Is everything okay here?” your unnamed acquaintance said from his seat on the bar. He glanced carefully between you and Hitoshi.

You nodded, sparing him a wry smile. “I’m fine. Thank you, though.”

Shinsou bit the inside of his cheek as he eyed the stranger who sat next to you. “Who’s this?”

“None of your damn business.”

Annoyed by Shinsou’s chiding, you bristled when he frowned at you. He had no right to sound concerned or jealous-- No right to pretend he cared!

Not when he did what he did.

“I know I was being stupid and I’ll call my friends when I get home,” you said, not bothering to hide your irritation. “But you can’t just come here and talk to me like everything is normal! Why are you even here?”

Pushing yourself out of your chair, you stood up and finally looked Hitoshi in the eye, glaring at him. You wobbled on your own two feet and felt the goosebumps on your bare thighs and arms, briefly wishing you had brought a coat with you.

Great, another thing Toshi can call you irresponsible for, you thought crossly, a mixture of hurt and anger in your face as you stared up at him.

“Why are you here?” you repeated as you paced away from the bar--turning back only to give your bar friend a wave goodbye that he returned with a confused look. You headed for the exist of the nightclub as briskly as your legs could carry you in your uncomfortable heels. “How did you know where to find me?”

Shinsou trailed not too far behind you and you begrudgingly admitted to yourself that you felt a warmth near your back from his presence. “Kaminari told me you were alone at a nightclub and this one happened to be only ten minutes from my house.”

You pouted. Small fucking world. Fate must’ve been getting a kick out of this.

“Your friends were worried-- So was I.” You rolled your eyes, but he continued. “And since I was the closest to this place I offered to pick you up.”

Reaching the side doors, you stopped by the stone wall of the building and squinted at him. “You offered and they just let you?”

That did not sound like the friends you knew. You were expecting a full Shinsou beat down from Bakugou alone.

Hitoshi scratched the back of his neck and, in your tipsy stupor, you felt comforted by the familiar habit of his. You swallowed, balling your hands into fists to snap your mind out of it.

It shouldn’t matter how many memories of the past were flooding you-- You were mad at him for lying and you had every right to be.

“Maybe offered is too loose of a word,” he admitted after a moment’s silence, having the decency to appear sheepish. “But we were worried and I knew I could get to you in half the time any of your friends could.”

Sure, it was a logical reason. But that didn’t mean you had to like it. “I would rather have waited double the time if that meant I didn’t have to see you again.”

You stared Hitoshi straight in the eyes as you said that as you tried to ignore the trembling of your lower lip. He flinched at the words, looking hurt. But another part of him looked like he accepted it.

“I know I’m the last person you want to see right now--”

“Mhmm,” you hummed just to be petty.

“--but we had no way of knowing if you were safe. Especially when you stopped replying to anyone! This was the quickest way.”

Folding your arms across your chest you stubbornly held his gaze. “Well, I’m safe. So you can leave now.”

Shinsou pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Please. I know you hate me and you have every right to--”

“I don’t hate you,” you muttered under your breath. As much as you wish you did, you don’t think you could ever really hate him.

He blinked slowly and you could have sworn you saw a shimmer of hope in his expression. You tore your gaze away, studying the small fissures and cracks on the otherwise smooth pavement.

“Oh,” he breathed almost imperceptibly. “Thank you.”

You pretended not to hear him.

“Regardless of whether you hate me or not, I know you don’t want to see me--and I apologize for showing up so suddenly--but will you please let me bring you home safely?” Hitoshi pleaded. “Or to your friend’s house if you don’t want to be alone.”

With your lips squeezed shut, you rubbed the goosebumps off your upper arm. It was cold and your head was spinning and you had no clue what to say to him.

Silently, Shinsou took off his outer coat and gently draped it over your shoulders, fastening the top button near the collar so it wouldn’t fall off your frame. You looked at him in surprise, unshed tears stinging the back of your eyes as you recalled all the times he’d given you his jacket while you were dating.

There were more times that you cared to admit where you conveniently “forgot” your jacket or wore too little layers on a cold day just so Hitoshi could give you his and you’d be enveloped in his scent.

And that’s exactly what was happening now. Shinsou’s coat surrounded your body like a warm hug and your nose was filled with a scent exactly like the one you remembered from when you were dating. He smelled like a sweet sandalwood with a mixture of fresh jasmine. He smelled like a field of flowers you’d find after a long trek through a woodsy forest. He smelled like home.

But he wasn’t.

In actuality, you haven’t been this close to Shinsou since your break up.

It had been years since you had seen him or talked to him or even been close enough to catch a trace of his scent. And now he was flooding every one of your senses with no care of the repercussions.

Your head was light.

You missed him. You cared for him. You never stopped loving him.

And now old wounds that never fully healed had been ripped open all at once.

“You were shivering,” Hitoshi stated quietly. “So I gave you my--”

He stopped short when he heard a sniffle coming from your direction, eyes growing wide as your buried your face in the palms of your shaking hands.

Through the cracks between your fingers, you saw Shinsou reach out to cup your face, stopping himself before he could touch you and withdrawing as if he had been burned. As stupid as it was, you wanted nothing more than to feel his touch against your skin and you found yourself involuntarily taking a half-step closer to him.

Your silent tears feel even faster.

“Are you crying?”

Despite the droplets of water blurring your eyes, you managed to glare up at him for his dumb question.

He grimaced. “Sorry. I’m...sorry.”

Although you were the one crying, you still noticed the pained look on Shinsou’s face. He seemed just as conflicted as you were, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands so hard his knuckles appeared white.

When he opened his mouth to speak his voice sounded choked, but still gentle. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Just peachy,” you murmured, barely moving your lips. The two of you stood there in awkward silence, nothing but the sounds of your labored breaths filling the air until you blurted, “Actually, you know what--? No. I’m not!”

Shinsou opened his mouth to speak but no noise came out. That was just fine by you, though. You had plenty of things you wanted to say, regardless of his response.

“I’m angry at you! And confused. And sad. And hurt! I don’t know if I want to yell at you or ignore you or run right back into your arms--” Your voice cracked and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to slow your sharp breathing.

You hugged yourself around your waist, painfully aware of how comforting his jacket felt around your body. A part of you wished you could just tear the coat off your shoulders, throw it onto a puddle on the floor, give Shinsou the middle finger, and turn away without looking back.

But you couldn’t.

Instead, you let your tears continue to fall as you glowered at Hitoshi’s shoes.

“I am so mad at you,” you managed, hands clutching the fabric at your sides. “You lied to me, Hitoshi. You lied to me and you didn’t trust me and you left!”

The hurt from your past which you never wanted to accept mixed with anger from the present, both fueling your surge in emotions.

“And now you’re here--in front of me--acting like everything is okay?!” you shouted in exasperation. Your face was burning despite the chilling breeze outside. “Do you even care about me? Have you ever even cared about me?”

He gritted his teeth, hurt that you would even ask that. “Of course. Of course I care about you, Y/N! Even through all these years I’ve never stopped caring about you.”

“Funny way of showing it.”

His laugh was humorless. “I’m a fuck up. I know.”

Your gaze softened just the slightest bit. “Hey-- I didn’t say that.”

Shinsou shrugged. “Regardless, I did fuck up with you. And I’m so sorry for that.”

“For which time?” By now, the tears flowing out of your eyes slowed, the remnants dried by the biting wind. You gave him a wry smile, unamused.

“Both times,” he answered without hesitation. “I hurt you when I broke up with you for no damn reason and I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. That was the biggest lie of my life-- I still loved you. So much. But I jumped to conclusions and didn’t give you the change to explain. I owe you so much more than an apology but it’s the least I can give you right now.”

You rolled your lower lip between your teeth, hating yourself for wanting to accept his apology and jump into his arms. He gave no excuses for what he did and his words were genuine. That much you knew for certain.

Slowly, he inched towards you.

“I really am sorry, Y/N.” He paused. “You didn’t deserve any of that.”

You stayed silent, holding your breath as the pad of his thumb brushed against your damp cheek. Shinsou wiped away your flood of tears with a touch so gentle, it felt like a feather on your face.

His thumb lingered on your cheekbone, his fingertips lightly grazing your jaw, and you found yourself ever so slightly leaning into his palm. The tension in your muscles loosened and if you closed your eyes, you could almost pretend you were back with the Shinsou you loved in high school-- As if he never left and nothing had ever changed.

Just for a moment, you tricked yourself into being truly happy. You tricked yourself into thinking that maybe you and Hitoshi could still be in love.

You wanted to capture this second and replay it on an infinite loop, but just like all moments, this too had to come to an end.

As you opened your eyes, Hitoshi reluctantly brought his hand back to his side.

“Sorry,” he said, voice hoarse. “You were crying and I just wanted to--” He shook his head, cutting himself off before his voice cracked. “I’m sorry.”

It sounded like his apology was meant for more than just wiping some tears off your face.

You nodded almost imperceptibly, the anger in your gaze diffused by hurt and longing. “I know.”

As the minutes passed, neither one of you made a move to step away from the other-- Your bodies mere inches apart and so close, yet never quite touching.

Suddenly, Hitoshi cleared his throat.

“Er-- If you’ll let me, I think I should bring you home now,” he said, forcibly shaking himself out of his daze and pulling his phone out. “It’s almost four in the morning.”

Blinking, you rubbed your eyes. Not that he mentioned the time, you realized just how tired you were. You wanted to take a bubble bath, change into fluffy pajamas, and sleep until the following night.

“Do you have to go to your flower shop tomorrow?”

“Hmm?” You were startled. You had almost forgotten that the man in front of you was the same person you considered your “mememate.” As much as you hated to admit it, he probably knew more about you than some of your closest friends.

Biting your lip, you snapped yourself out of it.

“Oh-- Right. My flower shop.”

He nodded.

“No, I don’t have work tomorrow,” you answered finally. “I may not have made the smartest decisions tonight, but I’m not that irresponsible.”

A shadow of a smile graced his face. “Of course not.”

Fishing his keys from his pocket, Shinsou walked to the parking lot of the nightclub, looking over his shoulder to check if you were following.

When his gaze met yours you immediately stuck your tongue out at him haughtily so he knew you were only following him as a last resort and you needed to get home-- Not because you wanted to.

You caught a glimpse of his grin before he turned around, and you managed to stop yourself before one spread to your lips as well.

Stopping at a black car with tinted windows, Hitoshi unlocked it with his keys, opening the door of the passenger seat and waiting for you to safely enter.

“I can open a door myself,” you murmured, sliding into the seat securely before he gently shut it close.

“I know,” you heard his amused voice call through the window.

It felt like there was one, singular butterfly fluttering around in your stomach and causing mayhem, and you batted it away before Hitoshi could come in and see the grin on your face.

“Did I just see you just hit yourself in the gut?” he asked when he entered through the driver’s side.

“No.”

“Okay.”

Subtly, you rubbed your tummy in a soft, circular motion. You hadn’t meant to punch the butterfly that hard.

“Didn’t hit yourself, huh?”

You flushed. “Oh, hush.”

With a snort, Hitoshi turned the engine of his car on and you let your eyes explore the interior. It was sleek and clean, smelling like a mixture of sandalwood and new car.

Reaching behind the gear level, he pulled out a white cord and handed it to you. You stared at the object in his hands.

“For you,” he said, with a raised brow. “You should charge your phone and let your friends know you’re on your way home.”

Wordlessly, you accepted it from him. Careful not to let your fingers brush against his in fear of the spark it might cause.

“I messaged Kaminari earlier to let him know you were safe. But he probably wants to hear it from you.”

You nodded as you plugged your dead phone in. “Thanks.”

He hummed, putting the car on drive and backing out of the parking spot, stopping before he reached the main street.

“Do you know how to get home from here?” he asked. As you shook your head, Hitoshi handed you his fully charged phone that was opened on the navigation app. “You can search for your address.”

“Got it.” The air between you was almost suffocatingly awkward as you typed in where you lived, each click of the keyboard ringing into the stillness of the night. After finding turning the directions on, you handed the phone back to him. “Thanks.”

Shaking his head, he waved you off. “You don’t need to keep thanking me, Y/N. This is the least I could do.”

Averting your gaze, you twiddled your thumbs in your lap, unsure what to say. You had so much you wanted to tell him--so much you wanted to ask--but when it came to it, you froze.

Just then, your phone made a sound from its spot near the gear shift, buzzing and lighting up as it finally turned on. A plethora of notifications filled your screen and you found yourself feeling guilty for making your friends worry like that.

Five missed calls for Kaminari, three missed calls from Todoroki, and nine missed calls from Bakugou. You gulped. You were definitely going to get your ears talked off by those three once they got a hold of you.

But amidst the calls and texts of worry from your friends, you also noticed a handful of messages from Hitoshi. He sent you texts asking if you were okay and telling you not to worry because he was on his way to get you. There was a lump in your throat when he saw the messages were still from your mememate-- You never did get around to changing his contact name.

From the corner of your eye you saw Hitoshi glancing down at your phone screen, a look of regret apparent on his face. When he caught you staring, he directed his attention back on the road, clearing his throat as he followed the directions on the navigation system.

To think only a week ago, things were so different between the two of you.

You thought he was a random stranger you connected with through the power of memes, never having a clue that he was your ex this whole time. You found yourself opening up and sharing your private feelings with him despite the promise you made yourself to always guard your heart.

Even anonymously, Hitoshi climbed over your walls and found his way to the inner workings of your life. Even anonymously, he made everything feel like it was okay.

But a part of you was scared--so scared--that it was all in your head and he was only playing you this whole time. And at this point, you were just too afraid to ask.

“Are you crying again?”

“What?!” you yelped in alarm, wiping at your slightly damp face with the sleeves of his coat. “No, you asshole!” You glared at him, a few loose tears still gathered by the corners of your eyes. You refused to let them fall through the use of sheer willpower. “The air conditioning is just blasting into my eyes.”

“The air conditioner is off.”

You blinked. “Well that makes sense. It’s so hot in here I’m just sweating through my eyes.”

He pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. “Right.”

The lighthearted mood didn’t last very long, however, when your phone buzzed once more and the notifications from earlier tonight appeared on your lockscreen.

“I really made everyone worry, huh?” You sighed, leaning back against the headrest and shutting your eyes, the effects of the alcohol long since worn off. “I can’t believe I did something like this.”

He signaled a left turn and waited until he was at the red light before continuing. “I’m sorry for causing this.”

You stared at him in confusion. “What do you mean? Causing this?”

“Yeah. If I had just told you who I was the moment I found out, this wouldn’t have happened. You wouldn’t have been scared and alone at a random nightclub and your friends wouldn’t have been in near panic for hours. Hell-- If I hadn’t run away like that all those years ago none of this would have happened.” His fingers tightened around the steering wheel so hard it left indents on the leather. “You wouldn’t have felt all the pain and heartbreak and--”

His voice grew hoarse as it broke off, as if something was tightening around his throat. Holding your breath, you gazed at him in concern.

You were angry at Hitoshi and thought he had a lot of explaining to do-- Sure. But...for him to blame himself for everything that happened? That was more weight than anyone should bear on their own.

Surprising both him and yourself, you firmly placed your hand on top of his as he gripped the steering wheel. His hands were cold and rough from the wind, and you were certain yours weren’t much better. But still, you held him. And still, it felt right.

“Not everything is your fault, Toshi,” you said quietly, his old nickname slipping out of your mouth before you could stop it, like it was natural for you to call him that.

His eyes widened and a flush filled your cheeks.

You coughed to relieve the tension in your neck. “I just mean… You don’t need to blame yourself for everything. You messed up and there’s no denying that, but this isn’t all your fault. I mean it.”

Your eyes met before he tore his gaze away to focus on driving. Quickly, you retracted your hand from on top of Shinsou’s, cradling it against your stomach as you felt the burn from his skin linger on yours.

“Thank you.” His voice was solemn and grateful, as if he needed to hear those words at least once in his life. “You’re too caring, you know? Your heart is too good.”

You let out a breath of laughter, brushing his compliment off. “Yours is too. It’s just been through some shit. And maybe didn’t make the best decisions.”

“It most definitely didn’t.”

Though neither of you were looking at each other, there was a shared sense of happiness between the two of you--regardless of how brief it may have been. There was a small smile playing on your face as you bit your lip to keep it from growing wider.

You hadn’t fully forgiven Hitoshi, he still had some explaining to do, but you felt a sense of calmness when you realized that maybe forgiveness would be possible.

Before you knew it, you heard the navigator say, “Your destination is on the right,” as Hitoshi pulled up at the curb in front of your building.

“We’re here,” he announced slowly, one hand on the gear level as if he wasn’t sure what to do next.

There was an awkward silence as you unplugged your phone from his car charger. It wasn’t that you wanted to spend more time with him exactly (that was definitely not the case), but rather you had more questions to ask. And what better time to figure out those questions than at four in the morning?

“You’ve been driving for a while…” you trailed off, hoping he caught the hint without too much embarrassment on your part. “Do you want to use the restroom before you drive back home?”

Hitoshi scratched the back of his neck. “No, I’m good. I wasn’t out for that long.”

“O-Oh,” you stuttered, a sudden feeling of nerves settling in your stomach. Not those damned butterflies again. “Well, how about… Maybe you want a glass of water or a cup of tea?”

He gave you a curious look but set his car to park and turned off the engine nonetheless. “Sure…? Some water would be nice.”

You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding, pulling your keys out of your pocket and unbuckling your seatbelt. Before you could open the car door for yourself, Hitoshi was already on the passenger’s side ready to open it for you.

“I know how to open a door,” you muttered with a roll of your eye, but felt a faint flush litter your cheeks nonetheless. You hopped out of your seat, accepting the hand he offered to stead you. “But...thank you.”

“No worries.”

For someone you were still mad at, he was making it damn hard for you to stay petty.

Despite the light throbbing in your head, both from drinking too much alcohol and from staying up too late, you were able to lead him inside your living room with no complications--only struggling with unlocking the door just a little.

“Welcome to my house,” you said, flapping your arms around and fidgeting in place. You slid off your shoes and placed them at the doorway and Hitoshi followed suit. “You can, uh, sit on the couch while I get you water. Or you can follow me into the kitchen…?”

Your eyes scanned the floors and furniture of your apartment. You liked maintaining your living space clean and clutter-free, so it wasn’t too much of a mess. Still, you weren’t expecting any guests and it wasn’t as nice as it could have been…

You shook your head, giving your face a light slap when you thought no one was looking. You shouldn’t be bothered. It was just Hitoshi here. Someone you most definitely no longer cared about.

Or so you kept telling yourself.

He followed behind you, grabbing at his neck and glancing between your walls and you, unsure what to look at in this new environment. After all, it wasn’t everyday you picked up your ex that you haven’t seen for four years at a bar only to be invited into their house.

“I can go with you to the kitchen,” he answered with uncertainty.

“G-Great!”

You grimaced. When did you become Tony the Tiger all of a sudden?

As you grabbed two glasses from the cupboard, you filled them up with ice and water, setting one next to Shinsou on the countertop.

He accepted it. “Thank you.”

You nodded and there was an awkward silence, both of you taking long sips from your glass, not knowing where to go from here. You knew you wanted to talk to him, but what were you going to ask exactly? What was the right way to go about this situation?

Next to you, Hitoshi looked like he was having some inner struggles of his own. His fingers flexed and unflexed around the cool glass, both avoiding your gaze and looking at you at the same time.

Biting your lip, you turned to look at him. As uncomfortable as it was, there was no better time to ask than now.

“Can we talk--?”

“We should talk--”

You both started and stopped at the same time.

There was a beat of elongated silence before the two of you laughed. Shaking your head, you buried your face in your hands, peering at him between your fingers.

“This is silly,” you cried in embarrassment. “Why are we so awkward?”

Hitoshi shrugged as a flustered laugh escaped his own lips. “Because this is weird. This is a strange situation we’re in and no one would ever expect something like this to happen.”

“Exactly!”

“But,” he continued, almost hesitantly, “I’m kind of glad it did, though.”

Your own laughter quieted down as the mood became more serious. You drank another gulp of water to quench your suddenly parched throat.

“Can we talk in the living room?” you asked, heading towards the hallway when Hitoshi nodded. You figured if you were going to have an uncomfortable conversation, you may as well try to find some comfort in your warm and plush sofa.

You sat down at the edge near the armrest and he took a seat not too far from you. There was less than a cushion space separating the two of you and if you were to move a few inches, your thighs would be touching.

Tearing your gaze away from your legs, you looked up to face Hitoshi. “You don’t have to answer, but… There have been some questions on my mind lately.”

He nodded, as if expecting you to say that. “Ask away. It’s the least I could do.”

You curled your legs and hugged your knees to your chest, peering at him through your lashes.

“Okay,” you said somewhat unsurely. Confrontation was never easy. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew who I was? How long were you planning on keeping it from me?”

Hitoshi ran a hand through his hair, tufts of purple sticking out in random patterns. Somehow, it suited him.

“I found out a day or so before you confessed to liking...your mememate,” he admitted. He had told you this through text when you asked, but hearing it a second time didn’t make it hurt any less. “I was going to tell you that day, too. But then you told me you liked me and I didn’t know how to break it to you then.”

You looked away, embarrassed at the reminder of the night you poured your heart out to him. He knew you were his ex the whole time and still didn’t stop you? You scoffed, “Well, you could’ve stopped me before I humiliated myself like that.”

“Humiliate-- How?”

“What do you mean how?” You glared. “I totally embarrassed myself that night by saying how much I liked you--my ex!--only to have you basically reject me on the spot!”

“I didn’t reject you.”

“I told you that you were the first person I liked since...well you,” you said, rubbing your temples to ease your own confusion. “And you never said it back. Not that you needed to. It’s totally fine that you don’t. It’s just that… I don’t even know. I just wish I never said anything.”

He placed the glass he was holding onto a coaster on your coffee table, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry,” said Hitoshi. “But that’s not it at all. I wasn’t trying to reject you. I would’ve told you I liked you back-- I wanted to, I swear.”

Your head snapped to his. He wanted to tell you? As in he started liking you too? Even when he didn’t know who you were?

With a wistful smile, he continued, “But it wasn’t fair to you. Not when I knew who you were and you didn’t know who I was. You didn’t deserve that bullshit.”

You stretched your legs out so they were dangling off the couch, folding one carefully over the other as you crossed your arms. “Then you should’ve just told me the truth about who you were.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He hung his head. “And if I did, you never would’ve told me your feelings.”

“Exactly,” you huffed. “They’d be safe and locked away in my heart until they disappeared.”

He was silent as you turned his body towards yours, resting his arm on the back cushions of the sofa.

“Is that really what you want, though?” he asked. “You’re so kind and beautiful and you deserve to open your heart to someone and be happy with them.” A flush rose to your cheeks at his sudden words of kindness but you shook it away. “I never knew I hurt you so badly that you were scared to love again-- And I’ll hate myself everyday for that.”

“Hitoshi…” Your gaze softened. You wanted to reach out and smooth down his hair but you couldn’t.

He hurt you, yes. But to hate himself and never forgive himself for it? You thought that was far too extreme.

“When you broke up with me,” you started slowly, unsure how to go about this, “you said that our relationship was nothing more than some cheap dates and sex.” He winced, holding his stomach as if he felt nauseous. “If you’re so regretful now, why did you ever say something like that? Did I really mean nothing to you?”

“No-- Of course you meant something to me. Y/N, you were everything to me. And it’s ridiculous of me to say this now but I never wanted to hurt you like that,” Hitoshi said, his eyes squeezed shut. “But I did and I’m so sorry. I thought if I told you those mean things you would find it easier to just hate me and move on. Be with Kaminari or someone who could make you happy.”

You glared at him with both sadness and anger, nails digging into your palms. “I was happy. With you. Is that so hard to believe?”

“A little.”

Taken aback, you stared at him. You weren’t sure what response you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that.

“But not because of anything you did,” he rushed before you could get the wrong idea. “I just thought you were a good person who truly deserved something better than what I could give. You should be with someone who wasn’t anxious and insecure and messed up.”

You were unsure if you wanted to smack Hitoshi or give him a hug, so you sat there stock-still.

“Even when I saw you with Kaminari, a part of me thought it would be better off that way,” he admitted, a scornful look on his face as he scoffed at himself. “But that wasn’t my call to make, was it? And how I went about it was wrong and dishonest. I’m really sorry.”

He tugged at a loose thread on the sofa while staring at you in earnest. There were so many things to say and not enough time in the night to say it.

“You’re right. It wasn’t your call,” you said, furrowing your brows. “I wish you would’ve told me you were feeling this way all those years ago. I loved you--regardless of what you may have thought. And what you said really hurt me.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I fucked up and hurt you more deeply than I could’ve ever imagined. You felt like you couldn’t have feelings for anyone for all those years because of what I did, and if I could take it all back, I would.”

His hand trembled slightly as he reached out to cup your face, pulling away harshly before he could touch you.

“You deserve to find love, Y/N. Even if it’s not with me because I know I have no right to anyone’s heart after what I did--”

“Hey, don’t say that!” you interrupted, a wrinkle forming as you scrunched up your nose. You frowned at him. “You deserve to find love again, too. You may have messed up a few times, and I’m not going to pretend like I wasn’t hurt, but I still care about you. A lot. And just because you made some really bad decisions doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to ever be happy.”

He looked down at his lap, hands curled into fists by his side. You had the sinking suspicion he didn’t believe you.

Swallowing your pride, you inched closer to him, lightly lifting his chin so he stared at you face-to-face. The dark purple of his eyes stormed as a conflicted expression overcame him and you wanted to run a finger over his brow and brush the insecurities away.

Quietly, you whispered, “You’re so worthy of love, Hitoshi. And it makes me so sad that you still haven’t realized it.”

You felt a piece of your heart chip as he pulled away from you, gritting his teeth as he hung his head. When he spoke, his voice sounded choked, as if he was holding back tears.

“You’ve shown me too much kindness,” he said, words shakey. “Even after I assumed you cheated and broke up with you in the cruelest way possible--”

His voice cracked and he couldn’t speak. With his gaze avoiding yours he pushed himself off the couch.

“God, I’m sorry,” Hitoshi muttered, his face a look of self-disdain. “I shouldn’t even be here in your life right now. I should just--”

Your hand grabbed the one he used to shove himself off your sofa, holding his fingers tight in between yours. With your head bowed, you called, “Don’t leave again. Not yet.”

He froze in his spot, one leg immobile in front of the other in the direction of the door. Desperately, you tugged at his arm so he looked back at you. Your eyes pleaded with him. This wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be the end until you received your closure and Hitoshi received his.

“You know that night we played Truth or Drink?” you asked, breaking the silence.

He stared back at you curiously, slowly sitting down as you patted the seat next to you. Cautiously, he nodded in response.

That night was a pivotal time in bonding with your mememate and it was the closest you had felt with anyone besides your best friends.

Continuing, you said, “You told me about your dad cheating on your mom. And then seeing me and Denki the next day after I lied about who I was with.”

There was no accusatory tone in your voice, and you stated it as if you were recalling the facts. But still, Hitoshi winced.

“Yeah, shit.” He placed his palm over his forehead, rubbing at his temple as he grimaced. “I really just jumped to conclusions like that and it was unfair to you. I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t reply to his apology, but gave him a small smile. “That night, I told you I thought your response was understandable. It made sense that you were mistrustful at the time. Especially after just finding out about your parents-- People I know you looked up to. Even in regards to love.”

Hitoshi wore a guarded expression, but still listened keenly to what you had to say.

“Toshi… My opinion on that doesn’t change just because I now know it was me you were talking about.”

“Y/N--”

“Don’t get me wrong,” you clarified, not wanting to sound too lenient. “I’m still hurt that you couldn’t trust me. I wish you confronted me so we could’ve cleared up the misunderstanding. I wish you hadn’t stood me up on our anniversary date. But most importantly… I wish I could have been there for you when you found out about your parents.”

Hitoshi sat there in silence, mouth opening but unable to form the sentences he wanted.

You gave him a look of regret, one hand still not letting go of his even as he stayed seated beside you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.”

“It’s not your fault. At all.”

As you shook your head, he faltered. “Still, you went to America, alone, and never told anyone what was wrong. You kept all these feelings to yourself this whole time and I hate that so much.”

“I didn’t want to be a burden to anyone. I don’t deserve to--”

Your fingers twitched. How many times was he going to beat himself while he was already down?

“Stop saying that!” you snapped, unable to contain your emotions. “You are not a burden. And you deserve so much more than you think you do.”

His eyes widened at your outburst and his lips parted slightly.

“It’s good you know what you did was wrong-- You can’t pretend lying and making assumptions was okay because it’s not. But you know it’s not! And you acknowledge that and it seems like you regret it.” Your voice took on a desperate tone as you tried to get Hitoshi to see his mistakes as something separate from his worth as a whole. “You’ve made mistakes, but you can grow from them. Fucking up doesn’t mean you’re undeserving of love and happiness. You don’t have to take all the blame onto yourself.”

“How can I not take the blame?” he asked, his frustration at himself matching yours. “If I had been a better boyfriend, I would have trusted you more. If I had been a better person, I wouldn’t have lied to you. And maybe if I had been a better son, my parents--”

As if your body had a mind of its own, you threw your arms around him in a hug before he could finish his sentence. You heard a sharp inhale come from him as he sat, rigid.

“Don’t,” you whispered, breathing harshly as you held him tight. “Please, Toshi. Don’t say that. If no one ever told you this, please listen to me then. It’s not your fault. Your parents divorcing has nothing to do with your worth. Don’t blame yourself for the issues they had.”

His shoulders were still tense despite the shudder of tears you felt.

“You don’t need to blame yourself for everything. Hold yourself accountable, yes. Always strive to be a better person, yes. But don’t think it’s all your fault,” you pleaded. “You don’t have to handle everything on your own. You can lean on someone, Toshi.” You gently stroked the hair on the back of his head. “You can lean on me.”

At your words, you felt him visibly relax, his body free of the tension as you held him close.

Suddenly, his arms wrapped around you as he returned your embrace, his strong hands firmly gripping your waist as if he never wanted to let you go. You found yourself loosening up at his touch and you placed your head in his chest.

Peering up at him through your lashes, you said, “I don’t know if you need to hear this, but I need to say it.”

His thumb stroked the length of your spine as you continued.

“I forgive you, Hitoshi. For everything.” He stopped moving as he looked at you in surprise. You simply smiled at him. “Your apologies were genuine and so is your regret. I know you’re a good person and I forgive you, so please stop blaming yourself now.”

“Thank you, Y/N. So much.” He pulled away ever so slightly, feelings of guilt still flooding him. “But I feel like I still don’t deserve it though--”

A noise of protest bubbled up at your throat. “I swear to god, if I hear the d-word come out of your mouth again, I’ll make you shut up.” After a moment’s pause, you tried to hide your laughter. “Heh. D-word.”

“Oh my god,” he said, his amusement escaping him. With his arms still around your waist, he challenged, “How would you make me shut up?”

You wiggled your eyebrows. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Hitoshi laughed a genuine laugh that you haven’t heard in years. The deep rumble had a smile of your own forming on your lips.

But the mood turned serious when you gazed into his eyes again.

“Really, though…” you said, squeezing the fabric at his sides. “I’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way for so long without telling anyone. I hope you know you can always talk to me.”

He tilted his head back, staring at your ceiling as you caught sight of his Adam’s apple. “Why are you being so nice to me after how much I hurt you?”

“Because I care about you,” you answered simply. “And I know you still care about me. You wouldn’t be this hung up over everything if you didn’t.”

There was a sort of smugness in you as you teased him and he let out a breath of laughter.

“Hah. I do. I care about you. And I’ve missed you so much.”

You didn’t think it was possible, but he hugged you even closer to him. Your arms released their embrace on Hitoshi as you brought them to your sides. He looked down at you with a strange expression.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you admitted, squeezing your eyes shut as if it pained you. “You’re the first and only person I’ve ever loved and I miss you more than you could ever know.”

Your head was bowed at his chest as you tried to steady your trembling hands by grasping the fabric at the front of his shirt.

“Why did you never call me? Why didn’t you tell me you were moving to another continent? Toshi, I loved you so much--” Your voice broke off as the tears you were holding in escaped you. “Why did you leave me?”

His fingers were laced in your hair, holding you tight. He wanted nothing more than to soothe your tears and hated himself for being the cause of them. “I’m an insecure idiot who fucked up the best thing that ever happened to him.”

Through the blur of tears, you saw the wistful look on his face. The best thing? you thought to yourself, touched.

“No amount of apologizing is going to fix anything,” he said, accepting it as a fact, “but I am so sorry. And I want you to know I’m grateful the person who AirDropped me that day was you.”

He lifted your chin and wiped your tears away with the pad of his thumb. Your knees were touching his thighs as you sat down with your legs folded under you, facing him. Letting go of the grip you had on his shirt, you unballed your fists and instead rested your palms on his chest.

You grinned at the audacity of it all. “I still can’t believe that happened. But I’m glad it did, too.”

“Must be a small world.”

“Or maybe it’s fate.” Your hand found his as you interlocked pinkies with him bashfully.

Hitoshi looked down at your interlaced fingers and a light dusting of pink colored his cheeks. A sense of enjoyment filled you as he continued to blush, a teasing grin playing on your face.

Before you lost any courage you had, you pressed your lips against the corner of his mouth-- Not quite a kiss but most definitely an invitation for one.

The red on his cheeks died down as his eyes darkened in color, removing his hand from your waist to cup your jaw. Hitoshi’s palm was warm and soft against you and you leaned into his caress.

“Do you feel like you got the closure you needed?” he asked, his voice a whisper as he leaned close to you.

“Yes.” You nodded, painfully aware of your close proximity. If you were to lift your head up any more, your lips would brush against his. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

His forehead was pressed against yours and your heart was being so hard, you were certain Hitoshi could hear it from his spot in front of you.

After a moment’s silence, you said, “Now what?”

He shrugged, eyes shut. “That’s up to you to decide. I’m happy with doing whatever will make you happiest. And if that means leaving you alone and letting you close this chapter, then I--”

You yelped, silencing him with a gentle shove on the chest.

“Are you crazy?” you asked incredulously. “You think I would ever let you go again?” There was frustration in your voice as you resisted the temptation to kiss the stupidity out of him. “I… I mean, unless that’s what you want?”

“Y/N…” Now he was the one with the tone of disbelief, like he couldn’t wrap his mind around what you had just said. “I’d want to stay with you. For as long as you’d let me.”

“O-Oh?” Your eyes widened in shock, but soon settled into an ecstatic smile. “Fate must have done us a favor with all this AirDrop stuff, huh? I fell for you all those years ago as Shinsou, and I fell for you again without even knowing who you were. There’s no way I’d throw that chance away.”

Tired of waiting for him to make the first move, you brought your hands to the back of his neck, and lifted your head up to meet his. You spotted an amused look on his face, but it didn’t last very long when your lips finally pressed against his with a contented sigh.

His movements were gentle and slow, like he was afraid if he kissed you any harder he would find this was only an illusion that would shatter. But it wasn’t. It was real and it was genuine and you wanted to prove it to him.

You broke away from his touch to pepper chaste kisses on his jawline, starting at the lobe of his ear and making your way down to the sensitive part of his throat you knew would drive him crazy, your hot breath blowing against his neck as a guttural sound escaped him.

“Eager, are we?” he asked hoarsely, his chin lifted.

You grinned mischievously against him.

“As much as I appreciate the gesture,” said Hitoshi, gently pushing you away with a roguish glint in his eyes, “you don’t always have to keep giving. You should be spoiled for a change.”

You squealed when his hands trailed down your sides to cup the undersides of your thighs, lifting you up as you sat down on his lap. His hands unclasped the button that fastened his coat on you and brushed the collar aside, exposing the supple skin on your upper chest.

“You should be spoiled,” he breathed in between each kiss he planted on your decolletage, “every day of your life.”

Your face burned at the implication of his words, the skin his mouth had touched feeling like they were searing hot. Though his jacket had fallen off your shoulders, you were still overwhelmed by his scent, the woodsy citrus filling your senses as you sighed his name and you still couldn’t get enough. He was more intoxicating than any vodka you had consumed earlier that night.

Growing impatient at his teasing, you squirmed on his lap, causing him to hiss in response.

You giggled at his expression and stuck your tongue out at him. “Just kiss me already.”

Tossing his inhibitions to the side, he obliged.

When your lips met again, this time it wasn’t uncertain and gentle. Each move Hitoshi made was firm and deliberate and if you weren’t already sitting down, your knees would have gone weak and given in.

His teeth grazed your lower lip and he kissed you harder, and your hands found themselves tangled underneath the hem of his shirt. The skin on your arms filled with goosebumps as he mimicked your motions, his fingers toying with the clasp of your bra as his name escaped your lips once more in a strangled moan.

Before it could go any further, however, Hitoshi removed his hands from the band of your undergarments and slowly pulled away from your kiss.

His face was flushed with beads of sweat falling down the side and his breathing was labored. You were certain you weren’t any better as you rested your forehead against his to steady yourself.

“Why’d you stop?” you asked with a strained voice, giving him your best pleading eyes.

“It’s late and you need some rest, baby.” He pressed a soft kiss to your nose with a smile. “I don’t want to stop--believe me,” he promised, his hands squeezing your thighs that still straddled his lap, “but I also don’t want you to rush into anything you might regret.”

You pouted, not wanting him to stop, but also feeling grateful he wanted to make sure you weren’t going to do anything you would regret the next day.

“Damn you for being such a gentleman,” you grumbled.

He ran the tip of his tongue against his lower lip. It was plump and red and it took all your willpower not to kiss it again.

“Only sometimes, princess,” he said when he noticed how your gaze zeroed in on his mouth. “But for now, you should get ready for bed. The sun is almost rising already.”

Hitoshi made a move to get up and you slowly unwrapped your legs from his hips, standing up shakily. He placed his hands on your hips to help you steady yourself, but that just made the weakness worse.

Still holding you, he stood up from the couch and looked down at you, resting his chin on the top of your head as you hugged him.

“You’re leaving?” you whimpered, a pout on your face.

“Sadly,” he sighed. “I have work tomorrow. Well, in a few hours I suppose. But if you need me to stay I--”

“Oh, my god!” you cried, jumping away from him. “You have work? And yet you still came for me and let me keep you this whole time?! Toshi!”

You folded your arms across your chest as you scolded him, but he just ruffled your hair playfully.

“It was the least I could do,” said Hitoshi. “And I’m used to running on little to no sleep. It’s fine, don’t worry about me.”

“It’s not fine! If you don’t get enough sleep this week I will smother you until you pass out.” You glared at him, holding his face between your hands and examining his tired eyes. Your gaze softened when you saw how sleepy he looked and thought about how well he hid it from everyone. You sighed. “And I think you’re a lot more selfless and caring than you give yourself credit for.”

You kissed the apples of his cheeks and smoothed his brows.

“Thank you for tonight,” you said. “You should get going.”

“No, you’re the one I should be thanking,” he replied, giving you one last embrace before getting ready to head towards the door.

Both of your legs felt like lead, neither of you wanting to leave the other after years of being apart. With a smile, he moved towards the door.

In silence, you examined him for the first time in four years. He was taller than before-- Bulkier, too. It looked like he worked out since he was in college, his plain shirt stretching against his pectoral muscles.

But still, he was the same Shinsou Hitoshi you had always loved.

You glanced at his bared arms and your eyes widened. “Oh, wait--! Your coat!”

It had fallen off your shoulders and onto the floor during the heat of the moment, and you picked it up and brought it to him. As you held it out, his hands wrapped your outstretched ones around the fabric of his sweater.

“No, it’s okay,” he said with a shake of his head and a small grin on his lips. “You should keep it. It suits you.”

You raised an eyebrow at him in warning, but hugged the coat to your body nonetheless. “I hope you know this means I’m never giving it back to you now.”

Hitoshi laughed. “I figured.”

He was about to grab the door knob when you blurted, “O-Or maybe I could give it back to you! If we were to, I don’t know, meet up for some food this week?”

Turning back in surprise, he was met with a look of utter embarrassment on your face. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire.

You bit your lip, unsure what had just come over you when you asked him on a date but also not regretting it for a moment.

“Only if you want,” you murmured, suddenly feeling more bashful.

Taking the hint, Hitoshi looked at you with a mix of wonder and amusement. “Sure. I’ll get some food with you just to have my coat back.”

You gasped, cheeks burning. “You know what? Never mind, I’m keeping this--!”

“I’m kidding,” he laughed, tone still teasing. “The jacket is just a bonus. What I’d really be there for is...the food.”

You buried your head in your hands and sighed. “I-- Why do I have to like you?”

He shrugged, feeling just as lost as you were. “Because feelings are strange.”

“They are,” you agreed. “But they’re worth it. And so are you.”

Hitoshi smiled as you gave him a gentle kiss goodnight.

“Have a safe drive home, Toshi.”

“Thank you. Go get some sleep now, kitten. We can talk when you wake up.”

You nodded feverishly, almost bouncing in anticipation at the thought of talking to him again. “I’m going to sleep right now so I wake up faster and get to talk to you sooner.”

A chuckle of surprise left his lips before he could stop himself. “You’re such a dork, you know? But I love that about you.”

Your face heated at the sound of the l-word as the two of you stared at each other, both in shock that the night happened and even happier that it did.

“I… I should go now,” he said in a daze. He didn’t want to leave and you didn’t want him to, but you knew he had work soon.

You nodded, waving at him as he left your house. “See you soon, Hitoshi.”

When the door closed shut behind him, you slumped a little. Tired and exhausted yet wishing you could see him soon. Though it might have been foolish, you couldn’t help but wish he was feeling the same.

Grabbing your phone on the coffee table, you unlocked it to check the time. You were about to shut it off and put it in your pocket when a notification bubble popped up on your screen.

“AirDrop: mememate would like to share a note,” it read, and a grin spread across your lips as you eagerly pressed accept.

The notepad application immediately opened up on your phone and you read the small message on the off-white display.

mememate: can’t wait for our date, y/n. p.s. i really really like you.

Letting out a surprised cry of joy, you held your phone to your chest, hugging it along with Hitoshi’s jacket he had left you.

From the other side of the door, Hitoshi had heard your scream and responded with a laugh of his own. A feeling of warmth in his heart as he placed his phone in his pocket and headed for his car. Thank goodness for AirDrop.

Your heart was pounding and your lips were still pulsing from the way he kissed you. Even as you got ready for bed and drifted off into a restful sleep, the silly smile never fell from your face.

You were grateful he came to get you at the nightclub, and you were grateful he was the recipient of your memes that day at the amusement park.

He made mistakes in the past and you were no saint either, but you had an opportunity to heal those wounds and be with Hitoshi again.

And you just couldn’t wait for your next date together.

a/n: AHHH THAT WAS A LOT,, pls let me know what you think! i know some readers never want to forgive shinsou at all and that’s okay, but i do think y/n forgives him and still really cares about him [and maybe l-words him? o.o] so i hope u support it 🥺 ilysm and thank you for reading! lmk ur thoughts !! xx

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echo-of-sounds · 3 years

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cock and ball worship pt.2

Small smut drabbles of cock and ball worship with Toshinori, Hizashi, and Fatgum.

Don’t like/Don’t read: ball worship (obviously), rimming, and (slight) deepthroating

Yagi Toshinori

“All you need to do is stand here,” you hummed, kissing between Toshinori’s shoulder blades, then peeked past his arm to the mirror. Blue eyes focused on the bureau’s top. Red painted across his cheeks. It was cute. And concerning. “Hey, if you’re too nervous, we don’t have to.”

He met your eyes and smiled, relieving the worry. “I’ve never, um-” He cleared his throat, making your excitement skyrocket. But you hid your giant grin by kissing his arm while he retried, “I guess I am nervous. Noone’s ever done this to me before. ”

“It’ll be new, but it’ll feel good.” You rubbed his sides, snaking your hands to his front. The light blond trail tickled your fingers. “Do you still want to?”

“... Yes.”

“Lean on the bureau.” Toshi’s back tilted forward, pushing his ass out just a bit. Running your hands down his sides, feeling over his ribs and scars, then stroking his cheeks, fondling his delicate sacrum, you lowered to your knees. You nudged the inside of his thighs and advised, “Spread your legs a little, honey.”

Slowly and hesitantly, he did, exposing himself and giving you room to settle between them. You coddled the beating half-erection and began leisurely pumping him. The simple touch was enough for him to moan. A kiss to his balls made him buck into your hold, already grown stiff.

You pushed his leg out some more. It revealed all of him: tan, near hairless, and quivering. While you kept up the gentle pumping, your mouth fixated his balls, sucking on his left, loving the salted bitterness. It tried tensing up, ascending closer to his body, but your lips trapped it and refused to release. Weight increased behind it. Loose skin caught your teeth. All the flavors turned your salivary glands on, causing excess saliva to drivel down your chin.

Because of the lustful hissing and humping, you let go. Though you did it agonizingly lazy: firming your lips and drawing them off, grazing your teeth over the pocket, nipping the final bit, stretching it as far as it could go until it snapped back, arousing a groan and inflaming his erection to bob, dotting the drawers with precum.

Toshi groaned your name rather needily. You didn’t grant him a break, jacking him off and engulfing his right ball. It shifted around in your mouth. Your nose pressed against him. Drool leaked. Tinges of sharp salt grew. The palate burst when you popped him out and licked up his perineum to his rim.

“Oh!” he gasped, grinding backward. As legs spread, more opened to you, providing your tongue entry. He gasped deeper, ground harder, working himself all over you, letting his taste sink into you and your tongue to thrust into him.

Wanting to try something, you stopped jerking him off. He groaned from the loss but carried on while you solely used your mouth to pleasure him, seeing if he could orgasm from that alone. You moaned, feeling all his muscles tighten. Your nails dug into his thighs.

Desperate fingers held your head motionless. He humped your tongue, groaning aloud, clenching, wetly and lewdly from the overkill of saliva.

After the waves died, and his legs were about to give, he unlocked from your hair. You wiped your mouth and laughed at the drawers splattered with cum. You rubbed his back, kissed his blush-covered shoulder, and asked, “Did you like it?”

“Very much so,” Toshi croaked.

You brushed the hair sticking to his forehead away. “Then I’ll do it anytime you like.”

Yamada Hizashi

“Hizashi…” you sighed, placing your hands on his knees.

“In the mood?”

“Not for me.” You kneeled and grabbed the band of his sweatpants. He lifted his hips so you could pull them and his underwear off. Once freed, his thighs spread, and he flopped flimsily between them.

“Scoot forward,” you partially whined, settling on your knees. Hizashi didn’t question your needs. He just did as you said, shifting to the edge of the seat. Your mouth met him halfway, latching on, nursing the soft limpness. Since it was flaccid, you easily took all inside, able to touch your nose to his hair.

A hand rested on the back of your neck. His fingers rubbed in circles, stopping to grab there when your attention aimed at his glans. Your tongue gingerly stroked the small opening, careful of being too rough on his delicate skin. Salt trickled out. You fed off of what little spilled before suckling on his entire head, now cleared of foreskin, and waved your firm lips around his corona, adoring the immediate groans. Teasing there never failed to evoke them.

You took his hard length in, unable to taste all, then slipped him out, dripping saliva to the couch. Hizashi traced your lips with his thumb, lifting it to his mouth for a taste. He sang, “What’s got you all riled up?”

“Dunno.” You shrugged. You leaned closer and refilled your mouth, then your throat as you pushed yourself. You bobbed on him, winding your tongue around, slurping up any drops that ooze past your lips.

“Come here,” Hizashi grunt. You fussed, wanting him to stay where it was warm and wet. “Come on. Let me see your mouth.”

You slowly withdrew him. Fingers traced your sopping jaw. His thumb hooked and pulled down, holding it agape, letting saliva drip all over again while he repositioned. “Here you go, baby.”

With his thighs lounging wide, you had access to his balls. You latched on to one, breathing through your nose to smell the musk, snuggling up between his legs, cradling the other in your hand, frisking all around it. Your tongue pushed and prodded the sac, occasionally lapping under for the sour, over-salted flavor. A moan gushed out at the heat.

“God, you’re so fucking precious, sucking me off like this.”

His compliment fluttered your chest, intensifying your indulgence. You nestled as close as possible. And even with your cheeks turning sore, you continued supping, swallowing, and nipping. Your head lazed on his thigh as you fed. You tasted lower, pecking his perineum with your tongue. Spit flowed downward.

Hizashi bucked at the liquid. A blush tinted his cheeks. You stared directly into the eyes while he jerked himself off. He returned the gesture, gaping at you and your lips. Your teeth started clamping on the lax skin, feasting on the entire oval inside.

“Fuck!” he howled. “Fuck, you thirsty?”

You nodded.

“C’mere.” Hizashi directed you to draw him in, holding your head steady while he calmly yet hurriedly thrust into your mouth, forcing a gag every other insertion. Saliva and salt built until cum joined, stuffing your throat, leaving you wallowing in it as his grip knotted in your hair. Thighs went rigid. He praised through his orgasm, “Fuck- Just like that, baby. God, you- Fuck, just like that.”

Hearing you choke, he guided you off, and he flopped out, flimsy once again. You wiped your chin on his sweatpants. But instead of getting up, you cleaned him, licking the semen and spit away.

Hizashi patted your shoulder, breathless. “Thank you.”

Toyomitsu Taishiro

You blew raspberries on Taishiro’s stomach. He didn’t react in the slightest- not even a twitch of his lips. “Really?”

“I told you, I’m not ticklish.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled to yourself as you kissed his lower tummy, following the dark stretch marks down, passed the tuft of hair, to his penis. He rested flaccid, his foreskin practically screaming your name. Numerous veins raised the skin. They flattened under your tongue, pricking up after you washed by.

You supported him, watching his soft foreskin smooth over his glans when you tentatively moved it lower. The opening fit snug, unable to retract beyond his corona. You kissed the rim through the layer of thin skin and ran your tongue along it, feeling it shudder from the warmth.

“Use your tongue properly and lick inside, baby,” Tai hummed.

You answered with a moan, slipping into the tight opening, tasting the unseen skin. Salt sopped your tastebuds. It drizzled into the back of your throat, more and more the harder you sipped. He fattened in your hold. The middle swelled the plumpest, heaviest, followed by his glans flaring, producing thick precum. Moan thoughtlessly escaped.

“You like how I taste, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm.” His head poked your cheek, ballooning it out, causing a bit of drool to fall from your lips.

“That’s good, baby. I’m glad. Now, why don’t you take care of my balls for me?”

Your tongue withdrew, saturated in the tart taste. You tauntingly-yet-carefully stretched the loose skin between your teeth, unveiling the rim of his head. It was dark red, swollen, beating, and covered in saliva. Letting go, it was covered again. You kissed and sweetly sucked his tip. It drummed wonderfully against your palm and in your lips. Each pulse spurt just a little precum out for you to eat.

All of a sudden, amid your enjoyment, it was removed. Tai held himself, playfully noting, “You must really like how I taste.”

“I love it.” You kissed his balls next like he asked. The dusting of near-invisible hair didn’t bother you as you sucked one in, pumping with your mouth. It rolled with your tongue, bloated from arousal. The relaxed skin tightened around them. You wondered if he was close or if he was bigger than you remembered.

Not dwelling on it, you released with a nice pop, then repeated the affection on his other one. He grunted and humped with his hand. You nursed harder, almost biting, before popping that one out too.

“Keep doing that,” Tai groaned as he worked himself. A flush coated his face. His gaze locked onto yours. “Your mouth is perfect. You know how to use it so well.”

You whimpered around him. Saliva messed your jaw when you detached, sticking to both of you.

“Don’t worry about that, baby. Just focus on me. I’m almost there.” The husk in his voice drove shivers down your back and made you press firmly to him. You lapped between his balls, switching from sucking to nipping to pulling to kissing, then finally back to licking, abusing the scrotal skin red and randy. You moaned with your tasting, taking in all the bitterness and musk, nurturing all the more scents to flourish.

He cursed repeatedly, running his hand up and down his length, jerking into his hold and your mouth. His balls tensed and rose. You kept drinking them in, humming while he groaned and praised, cumming onto his stomach in rich strands. Only when they lolled did you release, ending it in a charming kiss.

You crawled up to Tai and brushed his bangs back. You nuzzled against his cheek, kissing and whispering praises back to him.

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skullstarz · 3 years

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sweet summer days

-> husband!iida tenya x gn!reader

read before continuing!!: although reader is labeled as gender neutral, the kids sharing both your features and tenya’s implies female anatomy or the ability to bear a child. this can be twisted to be gender neutral friendly though, like a relative of yours being a surrogate. you have tohru (7), toshiro (6), and tomoe (5).

ack this isnt as good as i wanted it to be ㅠㅅㅠ it just sounded so much better in my head aaaaa. i just wanted sweet n soft cuteness. i also fell in love with the children omg i want. kids. now ...

warnings: none.

word count: 1.4k words

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laughter and the sound of tiny feet running across the hardwood floor filled your spacious home. what was meant to be a lazy day off for your husband has turned into a chaotic day of cheeky grins, sticky fingers, and rough splashes of pool water. your husband tenya, however, couldn’t be any more happier than he is right now.

the clinking of ice cubes against glass and the mattress dipping underneath you gently woke you up. you look up to see tenya opening a new book he bought recently, quickly becoming submerged in it’s contents. groaning ever so softly, you contemplated whether you should wake up or stay in your comfortable position. unfortunately you didn’t have much of a chance to decide, as your youngest, tomoe, woke you up with a soft grunt, kicking her feet in the air as she desperately tried making her way up onto your bed.

“tomoe? what are you doing up so early?” your husband asks, reaching over you to pick up the girl with ease. tomoe was the sleepiest of your three children; she was shy, silent, and soft in nature, much different than her two older siblings. it was rare to see her this active in the mornings, much less awake, as she had a tendency to nap whenever she saw the chance to.

“tohru and toshiro are fighting again” she whines, a lazy hand reaching up to rub her eye as you sit up, patting down the stray hairs sticking up from her head. she had shoulder length blue hair, with your eyes and smile, along with tenya’s quirk. he swore up and down that he’d train her the best he could so she could continue his legacy. while he promised he had no favorites, you could tell tenya was excited to have tomoe as his successor.

“ahh,” tenya shakes his head “those two tend to bicker quite a lot. did they wake you?” your daughter only responded with a soft nod, already falling back asleep, soothed by her father’s embrace and your gentle hand stroking her head. “i guess i’ll have to scold them a bit for making a commotion, then” tomoe let out a soft ‘mhm’ in agreement, her head finally resting against tenya’s chest as he stood whilst carrying her in his arms.

ever since graduating, becoming an adult, and starting a family with you, tenya’s become a much calmer man. it was a bit hard at first, but after learning from you and tohru that his stiffness and sudden movements aren’t exactly the most relaxing, he tried to become more loose. despite this, he’s still the awkward, nerdy, and strict boy you fell in love with at heart.

“you’re so mean tohru!” your son toshiro’s voice could be heard loudly as soon as you opened the door of your room. your two other kids were in the living room, minecraft sounds playing loudly over their argument.

“i'm not being mean, i'm being fair toshiro! papa made times for us to be on the game so we wouldn’t get into fights!” you sighed, thinking to yourself ‘so much for that schedule tenya put all that effort into’. “you shouldn’t have started a game when you knew your time was almost up!” tohru continued to holler at toshiro, who looked like he was about to cry.

tohru took mostly after tenya, his strict way of being mixing with your louder, more carefree side. she was a stickler for rules but enjoyed picking on her brother and had a tendency to be loud and over-the-top. she had your hair color but tenya’s sharp eyes. she had long hair and lighter skin than the other two from staying inside and reading more than being outside.

“tohru, sometimes, we can just choose to be nice. when you’re nice, most of the time your kindness will be returned. either way, seeing your kindness make someone happy will always be the best part of being nice. if you see that your brother is having a fun time, why don't you let him keep playing?” you take your eldest into your arms, pulling her close to you as you sat down. you weren’t afraid to talk to her about more complex/harder to grasp topics as she was extremely intelligent like her father.

“i guess you’re right…” she hung her head and sighed.

“yeah, tohru!” toshiro angrily huffed, chopping her head tenya style. tomoe continued to sleep as her siblings ran after each other around the house, chaos ensuing wherever they went.

“dad!” toshiro climbed tenya’s back and flashed you a toothy smile. toshiro was the most hyper out of the three, but also a complete cry baby. he was a proud older brother to tomoe yet relied on tohru to protect him, and was an all around happy, cute kid. he had short messy hair that was the same color as yours, with a single streak of blue. he was generally the most balanced combination of you and tenya and had much darker skin than the others, constantly playing around in the sun with todoroki’s kid.

he continued to poke his fathers cheek as he spoke “can we get in the pool today? can we? can we?” he repeated, only stopping and climbing down when your husband caved and said yes to toshi’s whining. “dad! (mom/dad/parent)! you should come in too!” was the last thing the little boy said before disappearing to quickly change and get his towel, which tohru did as well.

“what do you say? wanna go into the pool?” you asked tenya, getting up to change before toshi started whining again. tenya shook his head softly.

“i'm going to cut up some watermelon for the kids and then sit by the pool. i’d rather read for today.” he contentedly sighs as he moves toward the kitchen island, pulling out a watermelon from god knows where and starting to cut it. allowing him to enjoy his day however he’d like to, you went on ahead without him.

“how are you not burning up, ten?” you asked once he joined you all outside, just the mere sight of him in the blazing sun making you sweat. he just smiled and shrugged, continuing his book with the sounds of his children playing together in the background. you held tomoe cautiously as she half heartedly splashed the other kids. honestly, how she came out with a personality more like todoroki’s is beyond both you and tenya, though todoroki jokes that tomoe is really just his child that you guys stole from him.

the first to leave the pool was tohru, then curious toshi, and then you after tomoe whined that she wanted to go with the other two. they all went back inside, towels covering them before pouncing on the plate of watermelon like it was the last in the world. luckily tenya preplanned and saved a couple small slices for the two of you, otherwise you would’ve missed out.

laying next to your husband on the beach chair, he let out a soft groan when your cold, wet hair and hands met his warm skin. “did you not bring out a towel? you’re really cold, love.” you let out a whine which tenya knew meant ‘no and i regret not bringing one’. he adjusted himself to put his arm around you, in attempts to warm you up.

it wasn't long before the sound of children running came close, tohru chasing toshiro angrily and tomoe slowly trailing behind them. you chuckled as tomoe climbed onto you and tenya, a watermelon seed stuck to her cheek and another in her hair. as you removed the seeds, tohru and toshiro kept running after one another.

“toshiro you took the last piece of watermelon so don’t cry when you get what you deserve!” she shrieked, and you decided you probably should no longer let her go over to bakugo’s house, because as much as his youngest boy liked to read with tohru, the rest of his kids took after him, which was probably where she learned her more aggressive behaviors.

holding tomoe in your arms, your children became background noise that lulled you to sleep. the last words you heard were “papa can we go to sanrio puroland tomorrow!?” from tohru. with tenya being puddy at the hands of his children, it was safe to say the summer fun wasn’t done just yet.

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chosonore · 3 years

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pairing: noritoshi kamo x f!reader

warnings: nsfw, oral sex, fingering, noritoshi is mean, begging, edging, biting? (he gives u a bite like once)

wordcount: 1.6k

here's a little (not so little LMAO) extended snippet of the little thing i showed @sukirichi !! at this point my doc is already at 3k words and it's just gonna become a mammoth of a series probably dhfusedsfkjf ENJOY

and you swear that he knows, he just has to know what a mess he's already made of you in such a short amount of time as he asks, "what's wrong hm? what do you need, baby?" and you fall for it, hook line and sinker. you think to yourself, fuck it, the opportunity is right there. he may be an insufferable dick and you might fight more than you get along but the opportunity is there and god, do you want to be selfish. you lean up to kiss him but he pulls back, clicking his tongue, repeating again and this time more firmly, "what do you need?" you can't help but stare at him, how his slightly damp hair frames his face, his chest that was exposed by the loosely tied bathrobe and how it revealed parts of his thigh. you want to see more of him, touch him. there's a burning feeling inside your chest, it's clawing at your skin, trying to break free. you grow more restless as he stays still and gives you a stern look until you grasp the hem of his sleeves and whimper quietly, "please kiss me."

it feels like an eternity until he presses his lips against yours, everything that is so unmistakably him floods your senses. his scent wraps around you until your brain can't make out any more coherent thoughts other than him. 'toshi, 'toshi, 'toshi, your 'toshi. he moves so languidly; his lips are warm and soft but bruising at the same time, kissing you with fervour. you begin to ease into the kiss, letting go of all your inhibitions. you could worry about it later, you'd decided, this is a future you problem. you wiggle in his hold, hands coming up to push at his bathrobe. noritoshi doesn't budge and continues to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip - your hands become more restless, desperate to touch him. he makes an unenthused noise, biting your bottom lip as if warning you to not push him. still, he somehow obliges and sits back on his heels, taking his bathrobe off and throwing it haphazardly to the side.

he looks ethereal, somewhere in the distance you think you can hear angels singing. you reach out to touch him again, earning you yet another warning glance from him. “where do you get the confidence to do whatever you want after that little stunt you pulled earlier?” he questions you in a low voice. whatever snarky remark you had on your tongue is thrown out of the window when noritoshi leans down to touch you, slowly pushing your oversized shirt up to reveal your shorts, then your bra. your breath hitches in your throat, you can’t tell what he’s thinking because even in this state he keeps his perfect poker face on. and when he undresses you, you almost feel embarrassed of how eager you were to rid yourself of your clothes. yet you feel exposed - noritoshi doesn’t make a sound as he just studies you as if you’re a luxurious meal presented on a silver plate, the sound of his breathing alone makes you squirmish. he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of a compliment nor does he let you know what he thinks, instead leaning down to kiss you again.

before you can deepen the kiss, he’s already moved down to your neck. you mewl in disappointment, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your hands in his hair. this time, he lets you touch him, too absorbed in his mission to paint the skin of your neck in hues of red and purple. noritoshi moves lower when he’s finally satisfied with his work of art, you’re a great canvas, he thinks to himself. the burning feeling in your chest is flaring up again, you feel uncomfortably hot and the only relief you get is him touching you. he must know, he’s doing this on purpose. you’re convinced. a surprised gasp leaves your lips when his tongue swipes across your nipple before wrapping his lips around it. his fingers flick the other one and- oh god does it feel so electrifying, so delicious, so good. you moan his name, gently tugging on his hair as he continues his ministrations. “noritoshi,” you whimper, trying to grind against his thighs. “please- please touch me.” he moves faster than you can react, snapping the waistband of your panties against your skin.

“i am touching you,” noritoshi responds matter-of-factly, cupping your breasts. “is this not enough?” you shake your head, making him chuckle. he takes his sweet time, lathering your chest with the utmost attention. at this point you’re sure you’ve soaked through your panties and onto the sheets and you’re desperate. finally, his lips leave your nipple, his breath grazing them, making you shiver. he seems to enjoy it, enjoy the effect he has on you, how you’re writhing for him and him only. with swift movements, he removes your panties and your legs are thrown over his shoulders - how are his shoulders so broad - and he’s pressing kisses to your inner thighs. “look at you,” he coos, glancing up at you. “you’re so wet for me and i haven’t even touched you here yet. are you craving me?”

“yes,” you mewl truthfully, wiggling your hips slightly. you miss how his face lights up in delight, loving how you’re slowly but surely coming undone for him. he’s placing kisses everywhere but where you want him, where you need him. you’re at his mercy, he alone decides the pace. the desperate little tugs at his hair leave him unbothered, you can’t even move properly because he’s keeping a tight grip on your hips, holding them down onto the mattress. “do you want me?” you nod quickly. “then beg.”

"i'm not- i'm not gonna fucking b-" you don't get to finish your sentence as noritoshi gives your inner thigh a bite. "language," he hisses in irritation. "we can do this all night, baby. i don't have any qualms about keeping you here, making you squirm until you know not to treat me like that." to emphasize his threat, his hands languidly stroke your inner thighs, inching closer to your heat. goosebumps raise across your skin. noritoshi pays no mind to your laboured breathing or how you stare at him in disbelief. you would not beg him more than this, this stupid asshole, who does he think he is to expect you to do as he says? as if sensing that your attention wasn't on him anymore, one of his hands reached up to pinch your nipple.

you feel his fingers grazing your pussy, flicking over your clit but not quite touching it. yet the pleasure, coupled with the sharp pain of his pinching, is enough to make you delirious. you moan his name, hips rutting up slightly to meet his hand. noritoshi pulls away abruptly and makes you whine in frustration. "noritoshi!" you whimper again, closing your eyes in embarrassment. "please just- just touch m-" you feel another, harder pinch, tingles shooting straight to your core. "look at me," noritoshi growls and you open your eyes quickly, not wanting to disappoint him again.

"please touch me, please just… i need you, need your lips or fingers," you struggle to find the right words, huffing in frustration at your weak attempt to persuade him. "please make me cum, please. i'll be good for you, i promise, i promise. wanna be good for you." a sardonic smile graces noritoshi's lips, your begging music to his ears. he almost wishes you could see yourself like this - the yearning evident in your eyes, your beet red cheeks. what would you say? how quickly your resolve had crumbled, even though you'd vowed to yourself to keep him at an arm's length away from you. what's more heavenly to his ears are your moans and he intended to draw every last bit out of you tonight.

when his tongue finally makes contact with your cunt, a loud moan leaves your lips, you almost sob in relief. your thighs tremble slightly, threatening to close but noritoshi's quick to pry them open and delves deeper into your heat. he alternates between lapping at your folds, then dragging his tongue across your clit before giving it a suck. your hips rock against his face, meeting his movements as if it was already second nature to them. you think you see stars when you inch closer to your climax. tugging at his hair you whimper out his name, letting him know that you're close, so close. that's when he pulls away, smirking at you as your high slowly ebbs away. you make a noise in protest, brows pinching in frustration but noritoshi just coos at you condescendingly.

"you seem to forget who's in control here," he tsks at you, dragging his thumb across your clit. your hips jerk. "but, baby, you look so pitiful, i might just feel sorry for you." hope sparks in your eyes when he presses a brief kiss to your lips before slipping his fingers past your folds, his thumb drawing circles on your clit. "ride my fingers," he commands and you react immediately, eagerly rutting against his fingers. you miss the dark glint in his eyes, the look that tells you you're not easily let off the hook whatsoever.

#noritoshi kamo #writing #preview

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haikwritings · 4 years

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can i get an ushijima imagine where he forgets your anniversary bc he had practice so you get upset and he’s basically like “oh what’s the big deal” or “i had more important things to do” and could possibly make it one part only? thank you so much!

Note: Hi anon! Thanks for the request! It means a lot.❤️

Ushijima forgetting his anniversary

“Y/n, I’m home.” Ushijima said as he entered the apartment they both shared.

It was a bit strange for him not to hear or see her up front. Every time he came to the apartment she always greeted him— but this time was a little different.

“Y/n?” Ushijima asked worried, suddenly seeing the kitchen light.

He saw her sitting at the table with a cup on her hand.

Was it coffee?

Was it tea?

He would never know.

“Hey.” Ushijima greeted again.

“Ushijima.” Y/n said coldly.

At that moment he knew something was definitely wrong. She had never called him by his last name.

“Is everything alright?” Ushijima asked worried.

“Is it?” Y/n asked coldly.

He didn't know what was going on, but he was trying to avoid any fight. Especially today that he had a grueling practice.

“I don’t understand.” Ushijima answered.

And that's when everything started to go from bad to worse.

“Ushijima, what day is it today?” Y/n asked angrily.

“Today is October 9th.” Ushijima answered confidently, which made her even angrier.

He really didn't know what was happening or why did today’s date was so important.

“Is our anniversary.” Y/n said painfully.

He had really forgot about it.

“I had important things to do, I apologize.” Ushijima answered.

He didn't know it— but he was making things worse.

“Our relationship is not important?” Y/n asked in disbelief.

“I didn’t say that.” Ushijima answered.

“You just did.” Y/n answered angrily.

He also didn’t understand why the anniversary was so important.

“What’s the big deal?” Ushijima asked, not knowing that he just fucked things up.

“Are you serious right now?” Y/n asked in disbelief.

She was hurt by his words. She didn’t understand why it did not seem important to him.

“For God’s sake.” Y/n muttered in disbelief.

It was the day they both became a couple and it was also their first kiss.

“What?” Ushijima asked confused.

“Whatever, Ushijima.” Y/n said angrily while walking to their shared bedroom.

Again, he could comprehend why it was such a big deal.

So he decided to call the relationship expert, according to him.

“Hello?” Ushijima said on the phone.

“Wakatoshi-san?” Tendō asked through the phone.

“Yes. It’s me.” Ushijima answered.

“Why are you calling me?” Tendō asked confused since it was one in the morning.

“Y/n is mad at me.” Ushijima answered.

“Oh, I see. So you came to me for advice, huh?” Tendō asked smirking.

“Yes.” Ushijima answered bluntly.

“So, what’s up?” Tendō asked curiously.

“Anniversary.” Ushijima answered.

“I see, Did you forget the present? Did you forgot to compliment her?” Tendō asked curiously.

“No, I forgot about the anniversary.” Ushijima answered.

“What?!” Tendō asked perplexed.

Tendō was out of words—

He didn’t even know what to say.

‘Did he hang up?’ Ushijima thought as he didn’t heard an answer from Tendō.

“D-Did you apologize?” Tendō asked.

“No, I didn’t.” Ushijima answer.

“Okay, okay, we still have hope. You can apologize in the morning.” Tendō answered confidently.

“I just told her that it wasn’t a big deal.” Ushijima answered.

“You just get getting worst, don’t you?” Tendō answered loosing his confidence.

“I don’t understand.” Ushijima answered.

“This day is supposed to be important for the both of you. You should both celebrate it happily and proudly.” Tendō said.

“Is just a normal day.” Ushijima said.

“I- Is not! Is the day you both you became what you’re now.” Tendō answered.

And that’s how Ushijima started to comprehend slowly.

“I hurt her feelings.” Ushijima said.

“Yes, you did.” Tendō answered.

And that’s when he knew, he needed to fix things.

Arranging everything so that they could enjoy themselves in the morning.

“Good morning.” Ushijima greeted while making breakfast.

Y/n had woken up to the smell of eggs and bacon—which she never had since Ushijima never made breakfast.

“G-Good morning?” Y/n answered confused.

Y/n was confused, what was he doing there? Wasn't he supposed to have practice? She wasn’t used to seeing him in the mornings.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n asked confused.

“Making breakfast.” Ushijima answered bluntly.

Not the answer she was expecting, but of course Ushijima didn’t know that.

“You’re supposed to be at practice.” Y/n reminded him, thinking that maybe he had forgot.

“I took the day off.” Ushijima answered.

He had never taken a day off.

“W-What?” Y/n asked confused.

Was she still dreaming? Was she imagining things? Did she heard that right?

“We need to celebrate our anniversary.” Ushijima answered.

“O-Our anniversary?” Y/n asked confused.

“Yes.” Ushijima answered bluntly.

Walking towards the living room to pick up the flowers he took for her.

“T-Toshi.” Y/n answered sweetly, seeing her favorite flowers.

“Happy late anniversary.” Ushijima said bluntly.

Y/n looked at him and smiled, kissing him softly on the lips.

“I’m sorry for what I did.” Ushijima said very sorry.

“I- Is okay. I forgive you.” Y/n answered.

How couldn’t she forgave him?

“I made reservations in that restaurant we love.” Ushijima said smiling.

Y/n looked at him and smiled.

“I thought this wasn’t important to you.” Y/n said confused.

Ushijima looked at her and nodded.

“A wise person told me how important this day is for the both of us.” Ushijima answered.

‘It must have been his mother!’ Y/n thought happily.

‘Thanks Tendō.’ Ushijima thought happily.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #wakatoshi ushijima #ushijima x you #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x reader #haikyuu fluff

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eboyhitoshi · 4 years

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Ok so hear me out ! (Poly) Shinso and Tamaki where they get hit by a de-aging quirk and their friends or Aizawa brings them to the reader bc they won’t stop crying about missing her ? Hcs or scenario , whichever you want . Just like how the reader would take care of them and stuff . Thank youu ! Feel free to ignore if it’s too much💕

This is adorable I can’t 🥺 god I love them so much

Baby Fever // Tamaki Amajiki & Hitoshi Shinsou

Master List

Warnings: None I think

Rating: Fluff

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader x Amajiki

A disgruntled sigh left your lips, staring at the lock screen of your phone where a picture of Tamaki getting both of his cheeks kissed by you and Hitoshi sat. Not so much as a text or call from either Tamaki or Hitoshi appeared there. Despite you trying to get ahold of them throughout the day, you had nothing from them in response. It had you worried sick. You even stopped by each of their apartments earlier but neither of them were home.

Suddenly the screen of your phone lit up, showing a picture of Mirio and his contact name. You snatched it up, immediately thinking he knew something about Tamaki.

“Uh Hey (y/n)” The familiar sound of your friend’s voice flooded your ear as you held the screen tightly to your face.

“Hey Mirio, have you heard anything from Tamaki?” You got straight to the point, worried about the boy. He let out a shaky laugh.

“That uh- that’s actually what I’m calling about. You see, I’m outside your apartment right now, I don’t think you heard me knock” he commented. You furrowed your eyebrows and went to let him in your apartment. When you opened the door you were met by Mirio standing there looking slightly nervous and what looked like a small version of one of your boyfriends crying slightly while hugging his large calf. “Hey Tamaki, (Y/n)’s here” Mirio said quietly, giving the small boy a pat on his head.

The little boy lifted his head, looking up at you. A small smile came into his face as he sniffled and stepped toward you, holding his arms up. You assumed that meant he wanted you to pick him up, and you were correct. He laid his head on your shoulder as he clung to your side.

“Fatgum brought him to me earlier” Mirio started to explain, stepping into your apartment. “Apparently while fighting some villains earlier he got hit with a quirk that took him back all the to when he was 4 years old. It even took his mind back to being a child. They’re trying to find out as much as they can right now” he explained to the best of his ability. “I don’t know much, but he’s been crying for you for the last hour” he gave you a half smile while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“So basically Tamaki got turned into his four year old self?” You summed up, staring at the small purple haired boy in your arms. Mirio nodded, smiling slightly as his best friend bustled into you. “Have you heard anything about Hitoshi?” You asked concernedly.

“No I haven’t (Y/n), I’m sorry” he shrugged. “Um, Denki probably has or Aizawa maybe” he suggested. You nodded, a small sigh leaving your lips.

“I’ll try and get a hold of them later, thanks Mirio. I’m just worried, but I’m glad I know this little guy’s ok” A relieved smile settled onto your face as you placed a soft kiss on top of the little boy’s head. Tamaki was now dozing off as you held him securely. “Do you wanna stay and hang out for a little while?” You offered gesturing to the living room of your apartment that was just behind you.

“Oh no, I can’t. I have to meet someone for dinner in about an hour and I’ve gotta get ready still. Thank you for the offer though (Y/n)” he smiled politely.

“Of course Mirio, you’re welcome anytime!” You commented happily. “Does this dinner happen to be with a special someone?” You teased, wiggling your eyebrows. A chuckle left his lips as he shook his head.

“Nope, it’s just Neijire” he replied. You frowned slightly but didn’t say anything else about it. “I know you want me in a relationship but you’re just gonna have to wait a little bit on the double dates” he joked.

“Ok, well have fun anyway lame-o” your bright smile came back on your face as you waved him off while he walked down the hall.

After shutting the door you looked at Tamaki who was now completely asleep against you. He looked so cute as a kid. His little pointy ears looked so small now, everything about him was very small. You silently wondered if he’d still have the same temperament as he does now, or if he’d be a little bit more lively because of his young age.

“So, should we find out what happened to Hitoshi?” You asked him, even though he was asleep. You grabbed your phone and sent texts to both Aizawa and Denki, and Aizawa answered almost immediately telling you to call him. “Hey is everything ok?” You asked concernedly, thinking something bad had happened by just how fast he answered you.

“He’s not hurt if that’s what you’re implying” Aizawa’s monotone voice answered. A small sigh of relief escaped your lips. “He is crying though” he commented.

“Was your agency with Fatgum’s earlier?” You asked, to which he confirmed. “So he’s got turned into a toddler too?”

“Yes. I’m guessing Mirio brought Tamaki over?” He assumed and you nodded even though he couldn’t see it.

“Yeah, he told me all he knew about the situation but it wasn’t much” you started. “They got hit with a villain’s quirk that turned them into toddlers, that’s all he knew for sure”

“We researched a little further into the villain, the effect should be gone in a few days. The shortest it ever lasted was for two days, but the average is four” he explained. “Hitoshi has been crying for you for a while. Is there anyway you could come pick him up from my agency? I can’t leave because I’m still technically on patrol”

“Of course, I’ll be there in a few minutes” you replied, happy to be able to have your boys back. “I should probably take them shopping for some clothes just in case, I don’t know how long they’ll be like this” you mumbled to yourself, shimmying around your apartment. Trying to grab things while simultaneously trying to not wake Tamaki up was posing to be very difficult. “Shit do I need car seats? Maybe I should go see Momo really quick” you rambled on even though no one except a sleeping Tamaki was there.

After making your impromptu stop to go see Momo, picking up two car seats and some clothes from her, you finally made it to Erasurehead’s agency. Tamaki has woken up from his nap now and was sleepily rubbing his eyes with the hand that wasn’t holding your own.

“Hey bub, you awake now?” You asked him quietly, leaning against the elevator wall on the way up to Aizawa’s office. Tamaki nodded tiredly, a yawn coming out of his mouth.

“Where are we (y/n)?” He asked quietly, playing with the neckline of your tee shirt. You hopped him up just a little bit on your hip, as he started to slip.

“We’re gonna pick up Hitoshi, and then we’ll go back home” you answered, brushing a little bit of his dark violet hair out of his eyes, tucking some behind his ear. As soon as the elevator doors opened and you stepped out, you felt something run into your calves.

“(Y/n)!” A child’s voice called, sounding relieved. You looked down and saw a small version of Hitoshi squeezing you tightly while staring up at you. There were a few streams of tears falling from his eyes, though there weren’t many. You leaned down and sat Tamaki on his feet, then squatting down to meet their heights.

“Hey ‘Toshi” you smiled as he hugged you tightly. Tamaki stood there quietly and just observed while Hitoshi squeezed the life out of you. You put an arm around him and hugged him back. After he pulled away from you you looked behind him and saw Aizawa standing there.

“I’ll let you know if they figure anything else out about this guy, but for now, you can take them home to get some rest” he stated, giving you a tiny smile and a nod before walking off.

You sighed and looked at the two small boys in front of you before speaking. “Ok boys, let’s go home”

After getting them back to your apartment, fed, and settled in, you sat down with them on the couch to watch a movie. Hopefully, getting them ready for bed too because you hadn’t realized how tiring children actually were. Even though Tamaki and Hitoshi were relatively calm kids, you still had to keep a close eye on them.

Now donning some pajamas, which consisted of a pair of shorts and Tamaki’s hoodie, you sat down between the two boys who were snuggling on the couch. You didn’t break them up to sit between them, more like they scooted away from each other for you to fit between them. You gave them each a small smile as they cuddled into their respective side of you. Tamaki laid his head on your chest, curling up in a ball on your left side. Hitoshi stood up on the couch, almost loosing his balance as his feet wobbled slightly. He put his little hands on your shoulder and leaned his head down a little bit. He brought his face close to yours and puckered his lips expectantly. You giggled lightly and pressed a quick kiss on his lips. Tamaki looked up and watched the whole interaction, and now he stood up on the other side. He puckered his lips too, making you smile and give him a small kiss as well.

“Hey I want another one” Hitoshi stated, turning your head to face him by putting a hand on your opposite cheek. You gave him another kiss, he had a hand on each cheek, pushing in on them slightly to make your lips purse.

“Me too” Tamaki said quietly, tapping his lips with a chubby finger.

“No, she’s mine!” Hitoshi said, pulling your head down toward his chest, away from Tamaki.

“‘Toshi, you have to share” you laughed lightly, pulling his hands off your face to lean over and give Tamaki another kiss. “Ok where do you boys wanna sleep? My bed, the couch, the spare room?” You listed, think of the places where they could sleep.

“With you, obviously” Hitoshi stated, climbing off the couch to stand in front of you. Tamaki nodded in agreement, going to stand next to Hitoshi. You smiled slightly at the sight of Hitoshi giving Tamaki a little confidence as he marched into your bedroom.

You giggled at them before shutting off the tv and following suit. They were already on one half of your bed, under the blankets and cuddling by the time you got in your room. Tamaki was laying on his back and Hitoshi was curled into his side comfortably. You smiled at the sight and crawled into the spot they left for you. You turned the tv on to a Disney movie before rolling on your side, facing them.

“Goodnight boys, I love you both” you gave them each a kiss on the forehead before settling into your pillow.

“Goodnight (Y/n), love you too” Hitoshi yawned, snuggling further into Tamaki as his eyes fell shut.

“Love you (Y/n)” Tamaki said quietly, before drifting off himself.

The next morning the two little boys woke up to you being gone, but a heavenly smell filling the house. Tamaki sat up and rubbed his eyes while Hitoshi just rolled over to try and sleep some more. Quietly, Tamaki snuck out of the room and to the kitchen, the source of the smell. He peeked around a corner to see you bustling around the kitchen, humming the familiar tune of his favorite song. A large stack of fluffy pancakes sat beside you along with a plate of cut up fruit and a bottle of syrup. Tamaki’s eyes lit up and he felt his mouth water slightly. He finally walked around the corner and over to you.

“Are those pancakes for us too?” He asked, tugging on your shorts slightly while pointing to the stack. You smiled down at him and ruffled his hair.

“Of course, I can’t eat all of these by myself” you answered. He smiled and went to climb up into the seats at the counter. You saw that he was struggling a little bit with his once again tiny body, so you walked over to help. You lifted him up and gently sat him down in the seat.

“Thank you” he said quietly, toying with the fork that sat by the plates you’d already set out for them.

“You’re welcome Tama” you replied, going back to finishing up the breakfast you were making. A few moments later, Hitoshi came wandering into the kitchen.

“Woah did you make breakfast?” He asked excitedly, looking at all the food you were sitting in front of them.

“Yeah, I accidentally made a lot because I’m used to you guys’ normal appetites. So eat to your hearts’ content” a smile came to your face as you watched them dig in happily. “So what do you guys wanna do today?” You asked, grabbing two pancakes for yourself along with some fruit.

“Can we go to a playground?” Hitoshi asked, and Tamaki nodded along with a timid smile.

“And maybe to see a movie after?” Tamaki added. You thought for a moment before nodding.

“Ok, we can go to the playground after you guys get ready, maybe we can have a picnic there too” you suggested, watching their faces to see their reactions. They both nodded happily and continued on with their breakfast.

After cleaning up the rest of breakfast, you walked into your bedroom to see Tamaki and Hitoshi trying to dress themselves in the clothes you’d laid out for them. They were each struggling, and it was kind of cute to see, but you also felt bad. Hitoshi was desperately trying to poke his head through the arm hole of his shirt while Tamaki couldn’t seem to get his legs into separate pant legs. You let out a small giggle before helping them. You fixed Tamaki’s pants issue before shifting Hitoshi’s shirt to the side and pulling his head through the correct hole.

Tamaki had on some dark washed jeans and a white tee shirt with an octopus on it. You helped him into a grey zip up hoodie as it was a little bit chillier outside. He looked adorable as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt.

Hitoshi had on a pair of black jeans with a plain black tee shirt, and a purple flannel. He tugged a beanie onto his head, which was kind of big considering how small he now was. You squatted in front of him and fixed the little tufts of violet hair that poked out in front of his hat. They both looked absolutely adorable, you almost couldn’t stand it.

They each had one of your hands as they strolled through the park to the playground. Hitoshi insisted on carrying the picnic basket, and it wasn’t super heavy so you let him. Tamaki held a blanket in his free hand, as he wanted to help you carry everything too.

“Ok boys, you guys can go play while I set everything up” you smiled, squatting down to take everything from them before they ran off toward the play structure. You laid your large blanket down, placing the basket in one corner as you sat to watch them play.

You couldn’t help but think when you looked at them, wondering if one day you’d have kids that looked like them. It brought a warm feeling in your chest at the thought, and at the sight of them getting along amazingly even as kids. Tamaki was a bit less shy than his normal self, but still very reserved, and Hitoshi seemed much more bold than normal. He’d definitely calmed down with age. You figured it was probably a good time for them to eat, seeing as how you’d spent an hour there already.

“Hitoshi! Tamaki! Come eat some lunch guys!” You called to them. They started running over to you happily, babbling on about stories of the games they were playing. Even as they sat down and got their food they still continued with their stories. Of course they were playing heroes, like most kids their age would be.

“Can we stay just a little bit longer (Y/n)?” Tamaki asked when he saw you packing away the leftovers back into your basket.

“I don’t know, I think the theaters are closing soon, so unless you’re ok with just watching a movie at home-“ Hitoshi cut you off, excitedly pulling Tamaki to his feet.

“That’s ok, right Tama?” He asked, turning his head toward the slightly taller boy. Tamaki nodded, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “So we can stay then?” He turned toward you, making you nod.

“Go ahead” you replied, gesturing to the large play structure.

“Come one Tama! We gotta finish our game!” Hitoshi called happily as he started walking toward the play structure, still holding Tamaki’s hand.

“Ok!” Tamaki replied with a small smile, letting Hitoshi drag him along. You smiled and shook your head at the two. God, you loved them so much.

Surprisingly they’d turned back the next morning, and you’d realized this when instead of waking up between two little boys, you woke up sandwiched between two large men. Their clothes didn’t turn with them though, so you got up to grab them each some extras that they kept in your apartment.

“I’m sorry you had to watch us bunny” Tamaki said shyly as you handed his clothes to him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that kitten” Hitoshi added as you handed him his own set of clothing. You shook your head and ruffled both of their hair.

“It’s ok guys, it wasn’t your fault. Besides you were adorable” you stated, letting them get dressed quickly. “The only thing that did was probably give me baby fever” you stated mindlessly, your thoughts from the park coming back into your head.

“Uh” Tamaki blushed furiously as Hitoshi looked at the both of you amusedly.

“Then why are you letting us put on clothes?” He asked, pulling off his shirt that he’d just put on.

“Wait shouldn’t we talk about this?” Tamaki piped up and Hitoshi stopped walking toward you. He turned toward Tamaki and shrugged.

“What exactly would you like to talk about babe?” He asked, making Tamaki blush again.

“Literally everything” he answered, making Hitoshi sigh and put his shirt back on. “Thank you” he mumbled, coming to sit down next to you. “So, baby fever?”

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That Look Soots You

Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hitoshi tries to make the first holiday season with his new sister a memorable one, but he needs more help than he originally thought.

Warnings/Contains: Fluff for days, slight season four spoilers, Aizawa is Shinsou & Eri’s adoptive father, fluff, Shinsou has a cat, might be a bit oc but I think this concept is adorable.

Word Count: 2693

“I’m home.”

Hitoshi sighed as he closed the front door behind him, hitting the tips of his shoes against the floor to knock off the snow underneath him. He took off his coat, sighing in relief at the warm air that he was now in. The day wasn’t necessarily hard or tough on him, but it for sure was long. Thankfully, he was in the comfort of his own home and could finally relax.

“Welcome home, Hitoshi.”

The purple haired boy looked up as he began taking off his boots at the doorway, seeing his father down the hall.

Shouta stood in the doorway to the kitchen, hand on the wall as he peered around to look at his son. His hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, the flour and sugar on his clothes made it evident that he was baking something. The question was what and why.

“You seem busy.” Hitoshi chuckled, putting on his house slippers before walking towards the kitchen to take a peek as to what was going on. In the kitchen he saw numerous ingredients on the countertop along with mixing bowls filled with god knows what. He took another step into the room to see his younger sister at the dining table decorating sugar cookies with icing. Before he could ask, Shouta was already answering.

“Eri learned about Christmas cookies from Fatgum today and wanted to make some. If you wanna help you can.” After that the oven beeped, making Shouta sigh as he walked over to turn it off and pull out the last two trays of cookies. He set them atop the stove, taking the oven mits off before walking over to his daughter. “How’s the decorating coming along, Eri?”

“Good, I think.” Eri held up a star shaped cookie that had yellow icing smeared on it somewhat evenly. “Do you think Lemillion and Deku will like them?”

Shouta smiled, smoothing out Eri’s hair atop her head. “I’m sure they’ll love them, sweetie.” He knew how much the two heroes meant to her, and the fact that it was Eri’s first Christmas made it even better. Of course, Eri had something else to celebrate as well for the first time.

Shouta looked back up at the doorway to see if Hitoshi was there, watching him look through the fridge for a drink. “Hey, do you mind taking Eri to the mall tomorrow?” He walked over to his son, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the counter.

Hitoshi eyed his father briefly, trying to understand what he was getting at. “Why? Do you need me to run errands or something?” He understood needing to watch Eri, but why was he needed to take her out somewhere, especially such a crowded place during this time of year?

Shouta dropped his voice slightly. “Eri’s birthday is coming up as well on the 21st. We should try and make these holidays memorable for her. So, I want you to take her out and see if there’s anything she would like.”

Hitoshi glanced over at his sister, watching as she continued to decorate the cookies on the cooling rack in front of her. While he was looking forward to relaxing the next day, he did agree with his father on the fact that Eri deserved a good experience for her first birthday and Christmas with her new family. He nodded to Shouta, taking a sip of the bottle of water he took from the fridge.

“Yeah, I can do that.”

The next day after having lunch with his sister, Hitoshi took Eri to the mall like he promised, telling the girl that he wanted to show her more of the city that she had yet to see. He made sure to hold onto her hand practically the entire time, as he didn’t want to lose her in any of the crowds. He asked her frequent questions; if any of the stores looked interesting, if she felt overwhelmed due to the amount of people in the shopping center, and just general questions about what she'd gotten to do while he continued to go to class.

However, no matter what store they went to or what toy Eri looked at, Hitoshi couldn’t seem to find something that seemed to really pique his sister’s interests. Eventually the siblings left the mall and headed for home. As he took Eri’s coat to hang it back up in the closet, Hitoshi’s phone buzzed in his pocket, signalling that he had a text.

‘Hey! I just got home and thought I’d check in on ya :) How did window shopping with Eri go?’

Hitoshi smiled to himself as he read the message from his girlfriend, knowing that she had gone shopping for her friends and family herself today. His eyes widened at the realization that (Y/N) might have an idea for her; he messaged her back almost immediately while walking towards the living room to sit on the couch.

‘It was alright. She looked like she had a good time, but I still don’t know what to get her. You wouldn’t happen to have any ideas, would you?’

Hitoshi set his phone down on the couch as he heard footsteps enter the living room.

“‘Toshi, can I have a Christmas cookie?” Eri smiled sweetly as she gazed at her brother, as if hoping that her own version of puppy eyes would be enough to convince him to have the sweet drink before their father got home within the next hour to make them all dinner.

He shook his head, smiling back while his sister’s turned into a pout. He patted the top of her head, smoothing out her hair. “Not right now, Eri. After dinner you can have one, okay?”

Eri’s pout faltered as she nodded, clearly understanding her brother’s reasoning. “Okay.” She walked away, going to see their cat, Koda, on the other end of the couch. It was at that moment that Hitoshi’s phone buzzed once again with a text from (Y/N).

‘I might have one idea 😊 Meet me after class tomorrow, okay? 💕’

‘Is this just another excuse to see me during the day?’

‘...maybe. But I know you miss me too, don’t try to deny it 😘’

The next day, Hitoshi left his classroom and made his way towards the support course’s room. He nearly ran into Mei Hatsume as she sprinted from the classroom and towards the Development Studio. When he turned back towards the door, he smiled to himself as he saw (Y/N) walk out.

“Hey!” (Y/N) smiled at the man in front of her, happy to see him.

“Hey.” Hitoshi reached out and took hold of one of her hands. “So what was the idea you had?”

(Y/N) glanced to the side briefly before meeting his gaze again; she was obviously excited to tell him her idea. It wasn’t that extravagant, but she thought it would be perfect for Eri and that made her ecstatic. “Okay, before I tell you, you have to agree to it because I know it’s gonna be perfect.”

“Well when you word it like that it makes me not want to agree.” Hitoshi chuckled softly as his girlfriend pouted and playfully glared at him. “Alright, alright, I agree. Now what is it?”

~ ~ ~

“Why do I have to wear this again?”

“Because we should embrace the Christmas spirit for Eri.” (Y/N) adjusted her traditional red Santa hat before reaching up to fix her boyfriend’s purple one that she had bought just for the occasion. “Besides, it looks nice on you.” She giggled and quickly pecked his cheek.

It was a couple days after (Y/N) told Hitoshi of her idea, and needless to say, it was obvious that (Y/N) was happy to help her boyfriend try and make his sister’s first Christmas season memorable. It was also things like this that made (Y/N) get to see a side of him that most typically didn’t, and that made her feel like he trusted her more than he’d ever admit.

Before Hitoshi could protest about how the hat was itchy or the pom kept hitting him in the face, the front door opened and the sound of Eri asking her father if she could help with dinner rang throughout the house.

(Y/N) gasped in excitement before glancing over the table to make sure that everything was set up before giving Hitoshi another peck on the lips and quickly making her way towards the front door to greet the Aizawa family.

As the door opened, Eri walked in first and began taking her shoes off while Shouta stepped in to close the door behind him and take off his coat. (Y/N) smiled wide as she glanced at the teacher who looked surprised, and thankfully not opposed, to see her.

Eri shared the same shock as her father before breaking out into a grin as well. “(Y/N)!” She ran over to the teen, nearly slipping on the hardwood floor in her Hello Kitty socks as she reached out to hug her. (Y/N) kneeled down and accepted the hug before pulling away with the same grin etched on her face.

“Eri, do you know what holiday is coming up?”

The girl thought about it for a moment, nodding once she remembered what Fatgum and her father told her a couple days ago. “Christmas, right?”

(Y/N) nodded. “That’s right,” she reached out and picked her up before standing and resting the young girl on her left hip. “And do you know who comes to visit everyone for Christmas?”

Eri tried her best to remember, even thinking back to when she made the cookies in hopes that it would spark the answer in her head. She shook her head, feeling bad that she didn’t remember.

(Y/N) dismissed the fact that the girl didn’t know, simply turning around and walking down the hallway slowly. “It’s Santa Claus.” She kept the same smile on her face while her tone remained calm despite being really excited to see Eri’s reaction. “He visits everyone in the world while we’re asleep to give them all gifts for being good throughout the year.”

(Y/N) then turned the corner to walk through the kitchen and to the dining room table where Hitoshi sat, pens and paper along with stickers and glitter covered the table; Hitoshi knew that there was most likely going to be a mess, but he would take care of it later with (Y/N) when Eri went to go get ready for bed.

Eri smiled as she saw her brother before looking back at (Y/N), who was continuing to explain what they were all about to do.

“And in order for Santa to know what we want from him, we have to write him letters saying what it is we want.” (Y/N) set Eri down as she got to the table so she could hug her sibling after not seeing him all day.

Hitoshi saw the look in his girlfriend’s eyes, holding back a laugh since she appeared to be more excited than the girl who had never even written a letter to Santa before. He broke away from his sister’s hold to look at her. “Would you like to write letters to Santa with me and (Y/N)?”

Eri nodded, excited to get to spend time with the couple even if she was still new to everything having to do with the holiday she had just learned about just a few days ago. “Yeah! It sounds like fun.”

Hitoshi proceeded to pull out Eri’s chair while (Y/N) placed a sheet of paper in front of each of them along with a pencil. (Y/N) sat down as well, opening the pen and testing it on a separate sheet of paper to make sure it still worked.

“Once we’re done writing the letters, we can decorate them however we like, Eri!”

The young girl smiled at the idea of getting to decorate the paper to make it look pretty and picked up one of the pens. She stared at the paper before looking between the couple.

“What do I ask Santa for?”

“Well,” Hitoshi spoke up, leaning forward to rest his arms on the table. “When we went to the mall the other day, was there anything that you really liked?”

“Um,” Eri thought for a moment. “The Barbie dolls looked pretty.”

“Then you should ask for that.”

Eri nodded and began to write on the paper, ‘I would like a Barbie doll, please.’

(Y/N) held back awe-ing out loud at the way Eri decided to word her request before picking up a pen to write her own letter.

Hitoshi watched the two of them with a small on his face before pulling his phone out. He snapped a picture right as his girlfriend looked up at him. His eyes widened slightly as he was caught and looked to meet her gaze. “What?”

“Don’t you have a letter to write, too?”

Hitoshi went to say that he didn’t need anything, but stopped himself; he smirked and picked up a pen before writing on the paper as well.

Eventually, after plenty of glitter was spilled and stamps were placed on the envelopes, the letters were set on the kitchen counter ready to be brought to the mailbox in the morning. After eating dinner, Shouta took Eri upstairs to get ready for bed while Hitoshi and (Y/N) set wood in the fireplace so that they could light it.

“So what did you write in your letter?”

(Y/N) looked up at him as her boyfriend spoke up after setting the last log in the fireplace. “That’s for Santa to know and for you to find out later.” She laughed softly as Koda walked up to her and asked for attention. She picked up the cat and stood up and by the mantle as she watched her boyfriend start the fire. “Are you telling me that you forgot to get me a gift as well?”

Hitoshi stood back up and began to pet Koda as he happily laid in (Y/N)’s arms. “No, I got yours a couple weeks ago.”

“Then why do you want to know?”

“Just because.” Hitoshi chuckled and kept his gaze on his cat before finally meeting his girlfriend’s gaze. He smiled as she did the same, simply enjoying the silence; then she realized.

“Where’s your Santa hat?” (Y/N) pouted a little since she had kept hers on all night while her boyfriend had taken his off.

“I took it off. I typically don’t wear hats, you know that.” Hitoshi brought an arm to her waist to pull her close to him, his other hand still petting Koda.

(Y/N) continued to pout, glancing down at Koda. “I know, but you looked cute in it.” Her eyes lit back up and she smiled as she thought of something. “I guess you could say that it soots you.”

Hitoshi eyed her for a moment in silence, not sure how to respond to the pun that his girlfriend just made. “Did you seriously just say that?”

“You love me and you know it, ‘Toshi.” (Y/N) barely got her words out before he gently cupped her cheek and kissed her. After a moment he pulled away slowly, his smile was small but the look in his eyes read that he loved her immensely.

“That I do.”

The two of them simply enjoyed the silence once again, foreheads touching and eyes closed before (Y/N) spoke up, her voice now quiet. “You really wanna know what I asked for?”

Hitoshi shrugged, opening his eyes. “You don’t have to. I was just teasing you.”

“But now I want to tell you.” She giggled, her response making him briefly shake his head. “I asked that you would stay with me, because since I’ve been with you, I’ve truly never been happier.”

Hitoshi stared at her for a moment before breaking out into another smile. “Well, lucky for you, I wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.”

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