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darkness-ren · 15 days

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Shinso x Long Lost Twin Reader (1/???)

Summary: you were kidnapped as a child and become a nomu humanoid creature and raised under isolation away from the rest of the world. Kurogiri became your only friend after 12 years until now....him suddenly vanished.

There are others besides the League of Villain who knew your existences, time is running out; will you kidnap again and be used as a weapon to have mortals under your voice control?

Or will the pro heroes along with Shota Aizawa and his pupil, Hitoshi Shinso, your long lost twin brother will manage to succeed on rescuing you from LOV before they reach your location, your home.

Could you trust men again after being tortured and forcibly experiment to become an dangerous humanoid nomu?

Warning : mention horrible experimental and child abuse, named mention of Oboro and Shigaraki, depression, mourning over 'loss love one', Erasemic moments

(Y/N)'s POV

My life wasn't the most happy after story.

I have no parents.

No siblings.

Not even pets or plants but the water itself and my necklace. I was meant to be an secret weapon. I was created to be this ultimate downfall for the ones called heroes?

I never know much of the outside world of humans, except the waters however I can.

I was once an formerly test subject at the age of 4. I remember the horrible experience I went through almost everyday until my quirk developed. In this horrible way of being Gods.

When my quirk started to show along with my entire body becoming a half mutant being. I have only the tail of the sea creature all the way to my waist line. Along with my skin color changes into cyan instead of my (s/c). My hair colored remind the same.

Pastel Lavender. Except my eye colors, it was (f/c).

My entire appearance became nothing but faded memory as fire burns away a piece of paper into ashes.

I didn't remember much on how to encounter them but I remember how horrible they put me through. It was entirely disgraceful that I wished to have murdered my torturers.

When they were finished with messing up my life. I was carried away into the arms of nomu. But he was different. His appearance was all dark purple mist even the sliver neck brace.

His eyes shine as yellow.

Kurogiri became my very first friend when he transferred me into somewhere away from those men. I felt almost free but not enough since I believe I might see them again.

After 12 years, I haven't seen nor heard of them.

Only under Kurogiri's care. He didn't treat me horribly, only look after me like a normal child. He sometimes acted like a father figure and best friend as well.

Sometimes I wish he was my real father. He treated me so much kindness but a few times was a bit harsh when I accidentally used my quirk.

I know he didn't mean it like a cold person, he only acted out of instinct if I might hurt myself.

I was happy that he cared about me.

Every week, he was allowed to visit me. Never brought strangers here, not even Tomura.

The monster's adopted son. And future successor as well.

I don't dislike him. But I felt sorry for that poor guy. I believe that his so called father might have harmed him, just like me.

I wonder why I was not allowed to leave my somewhat, home and see the outside world. And experience what life could've been.

I guess I couldn't be able to remove myself from the waters and possibly change. Do I have that ability?

Transform myself back into a little girl's human body again?

I guess I feared what might happen if I do.

All For One might be waiting for me to leave this place and send me back into that hellhole.

Or, maybe I waited for Kurogiri. Since I trust him. Maybe he could let me see the outside world just for the day.

Now, all I could do.

I'm waiting for my dad to come back.

1st Person POV

The mist gentleman was put under straight-jacket while being placed in the interrogation room with glass in bullet-proof, on the other side where two men were seated.

The first man had long straight up blonde hair with orange-tinted shades sunglasses, while the other man had long black hair with signature wrap scarf wrapped around his neck.

Both were shouting at him while he started to glitch all over,

"You were in Class 2-A at U.A High School!"

"We were all going to become heroes!"

"You're Oboro Shirakumo!!"

"H-h-h-hospital....

A-another...in..Th-the woods..river!!"

The mists spread everywhere from the other side of the room after the supposed Oboro and Kurogiri both shut down under unconsciousness.

Both people deeply care for the girl, out there. Unprotected, worried maybe and possibly scared since he promised to return.

And now, he could only hope.....she could be given a chance. If this Oboro once trusted these friends of his.

Whoever could he trusted help this unfortunately girl....find her twin brother.

After he shut down, leaving everyone becomes shocked. For what he said. Another what? Who is this unknown thing was he referred to?

Aizawa's tears were dripping down from his face while Mic.

He hugs him into his arms, and doesn't care if people are watching them.

Back at the woods

The purple haired girl was combing the stench of long hair while sitting on the rock as her tail remained in the waters. It was natural to have part of her tail always touch the water no matter what.

She looked at the surroundings of the fresh water of the river. It was her home, it was part of the world she could travel freely, her sanctuary.

No one knows where it's located but her caregiver.

It was the only time to distract herself from worrying about her papa. He was sometimes late but still managed to keep his promise to see her. Whenever he can and tells her few stories about his day or what's new in the society world.

He tells the best stories when she feels depressed. It felt like she was there to witness almost life through his voices. Maybe someday she'll get to experience it, the city, the parks, maybe travel across the world. Those were her dream goals. As into someday.

As she continued combining her hair, thought of a silly idea. She could do a flower crown for him and herself by the time he gets here.

She smiled then stopped combing her hair. Felt it was good enough until she leaped into the water, feeling the bubbles hit her skin. Swimming around in circles as dance.

Being able to breathe underwater and the surface was a blessing. Then she swims further to the floor, continue to swim around in circles again.

Practicing her underwater dances to feel like she was a ballerina. Carry away from the troubles causes her to think sad thoughts. Then soon she started to hum as her quirk was activated. It was so delicate but enchanting, that she almost felt herself lost into the song despite her quirk.

She loves to sing it, for herself and sometimes with Kurogiri. Watching how her voice hypnotizes him into relaxation. But it wouldn't work on nomu, like himself.

It was safe enough for him to be able to hear the voice echoes around him.

Knowing it is dangerous to humans out there. Then there isn't a chance to escape from the hold of her quirk, and he disliked how this gift would be used for something far dangerous.

That's why he never brought Shigaraki nor the others. His heart speaks to him on protecting both him and the girl for as long as he is faithful.

To both important people, her and Shigaraki.

For Siren Quirk was both sides. A blessing and curse.

Time Skip

In the waters, she was sleeping on top of rocks underneath her. Nearly almost all night, she waited for Kurogiri.

But he never showed. She tried to stay up all night but couldn't. Only sleep until dawn. While holding onto his promise, was good enough to not be worried. Maybe next time, he'll come.

Meanwhile at U.A

In the locker room where a boy with lavender hair was sitting on the bench, fixing his hero suit. After when his mentor asked him to come along with this supposed mission.

He never seemed to ask but went along with it. Might experience what Hero Course was really made of. Than saving Joint Training

He lightly touched his bracelet of the single shell with a blue evil eye. It was comforting to him whenever he was about to do his first mission, it was a gift from her... His twin sister.

Kidnapped nearly 12 years ago, at the age of 4. He was sick at the time when she disappeared from their father's watch, and their mother blamed her husband.

While the young brother had observed the fight argument between his once happy parents ....into strangers at each other.

Until they receive no body found but her teddy bear covered in blood stains.

It didn't make things better, but had a funeral for his adorable twin. His mother mourned over her only daughter while her son tried to comfort his grieving mother. His father didn't talk at all, but cried slightly as tears spilled down on his face. Blaming himself for her disappearing when he was trying to not fall asleep. After a long shift at work, it kept him up all night. And wasn't able to sleep properly until he took his daughter out with him at the park.

He drank a cup of coffee to stay awake longer... until it didn't work. But force him to shut his eyes for at least minutes.

So, after the father was kicked out of the house just a few days ago. Divorce papers were officially signs.

Meanwhile the only son, felt lost and became distant from people. But somehow, he felt like his twin was still alive. Somewhere?

It was a twin connection between him and his sister. They understood each other then the rest of the world. Even their own parents.

She was the first person that believed he could become a hero. Even if he got bullied for having his quirk looked all villainous. The innocent twin always has her big brother's twin back no matter what.

Even if he was a few minutes older than her. She didn't care but loved her brother no matter what since she hasn't gotten her quirk yet. But hopefully it'll be like his.

So they both would match, and be maybe heroes too. The same quirk means stronger heroes. He brought him a smile because how determined she proved, but was glad to see her always looked up to him.

Her hero.

Sadly, it ended. His lost his half.

Himself alone, against the cruel world. But have kept the bracelet as the only thing she left for him. He couldn't wear it since the Sports Festival.

No one knew he had a twin sister. Not even his mentor. If he announced it then it would make him cry again. How this person stole everything from her.

Her life, her innocence, her future....even her dream to become a pro hero. Like him.

Now, all he could do was to move on and live for her. And become hero, and search for this bastard that kidnapped his twin.

And hopefully find closure when they are locked away and suffer the horrible experience they did with his sister when she was alive.

As much as he wanted to kill them. But what will that do? There wasn't anything else to bring her back, he needs to faced whomever was responsible for her.

See the law locked away this monster into prison. With no parole but life sentences.

Hitoshi Shinso, the future pro hero

The twin brother of (Y/N) Shinso.

"Watch over me...sister..." He mumbled softly while touching the shell charms.

He started to approach out the locker room to meet up with Aizawa, and hopefully...be able to prove that he is ready for anything.

"Tomura... There's another power that could benefit your cause."

"This young lady's quirk is more and ready for you to retrieve it. Before it goes into starvation within an hour.

Best to hurry and bring it along with you. With her dead, it's such a waste."

#my hero acedamia #league of villains #kurogiri #shigaraki tomura #mha aizawa #hitoshi shinsou #present mic #class 1a #eri mha #sister reader

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theuntamedangel · 8 months

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The longer BNHA goes on, the more I start to ask this question.

Is this a story worth telling?

It brought up some interesting things to think about like what it really means to be a hero and if villains really are evil or people that society failed.

But then comes the muddled messages, characters that barely do anything significant other than to be plot devices, the overhyping of one character that ruins the purpose and development of the main character, and the inconsistencies and conclusions that characters come to that makes little to no sense.

Then you just have a story that just goes NOWHERE!

Because let's be honest, how much will society actually change by the end of it all? How will it treat quirkless and those with less than stellar quirks? And will they actually allow people like Bakugou to become heroes all because they "try really hard"?

Hi there, @theloganator101 First off, thank you for the question.

Also, TLDR.

Long before, I had made a somewhat similar post, talking about the same points. What makes a hero a hero? Because it's more than wearing a cape and punching issues and problems into submission. Bad guys simply go to jail and rot till their dying breath. And why is the world of BNHA so black and white? So 'this is good and this is bad'? We have a very compartmentalized version of human society. But you and I both know very well that human nature, human social interactions are the most complex and difficult things to understand. And even though I had seen these flaws in the series much earlier, I was still forgiving of the author because I genuinely thought he would eventually come around and explain why things are they way in the BNHA verse. But that NEVER happened at any point in the series so forget about Hori addressing these issues now because BNHA as a whole doesn't matter.

It's a no brainer to say that the job of a 'hero' is to save the day. But what about those who are the victims of school bullying? (cough cough BkDk is a totally normal and a healthy relationship, you're just a homophobe if you dont ship them) or those who had to keep their voice and entire existence heavily suppressed because your marriage was just a means to an end? (Endeavour is a loving husband, a doting father and a hard working hero) What about those kids who are victims of child abuse, child neglect and discrimination? (the Todoroki kids, Shigaraki, Toga and heck, even low key Spinner grew up in loving and healthy households). The Creature Rejection Clan was created to combat racism and All Might, someone who's name itself reduced crime in Japan by a half simply by existing, did NOTHING against the CRC. I thought 'heroes' were meant to protect the weak and deliver justice to the evil doers irrespective of who or what they are. I thought that's what's really meant to be a hero, to be defenders of mankind. Because lets face it, what's the difference between a villain who kills and a hero who abuses his family members on a physical, mental and an emotional level? What are the required criteria to judge these very two damnable actions with a bias attitude?

Which brings me to another question: Why are the students at UA high only taught martial or physical training? Don't they have special classes where they have to moral education classes or something along those line? Besides the rigorous physical training they need to fight against heroes, they have normal, regular-degular academic curriculum. These so called heroes-in-training are well educated in the art of understanding the topography of a battle field but the system has FAILED to educate the kids to understand why villains are the way they are. The entire system, the root itself, the very foundation of the hero society, FAILED to protect what they claimed to be. People like Toga, Dabi, Overhaul, Spinner, Shigaraki, Twice, Stain, Magne, are all nothing but the products of the hero society, the actual end result of this superficial, celebrity-like lifestyle of hero worship. But many fail to see beyond the stars and shimmers of this artificially constructed world.

The above points are heavily tied to Stain's ideologies. He didn't put up arms and struggles against the hero society for nothing. He knew what he was doing.

This may not be the answer that you're looking for but the way I see it, the MHA story shows us a horrifying representation of our already dark and twisted world but that's where it stops. It wants to do nothing with it because the story doesn't know where to go with it and how to go about doing it. It started something it couldn't finish. It created issues it couldn't solve. So the plot choose a different path to tread upon: focus on the popular people from the hero society who are highly questionable and romanticize their words and actions. It doesn't matter if you faced quirk discrimination or worse, became a butt of ridicule for not having any quirk at all. So long as a bully has given a half baked ''apology'' and works hard to be a hero to satisfy their own ego, it's all good at the end of the day. Self worth issues, self inflicted bodily harm, lack of self worth received by the victim (definitely NOT Izu because Bk treats him with utmost respect and comradery), all melt away due to the power of 'apology' and friendship. It teaches us that celebrity worship, fake sense of heroism, the desire to be the top at the expanse of others are to be treated with normalcy because the show must go on no matter what. The other message is that it's ok be a wife beater and a bully so long as you're doing it for heroism, name, fame, recognition.

Our priorities in the MHA universe are all messed up. We don't even have an inkling of a thought about how Izu feels about quirkless discrimination and the manga is wrapping itself up. So all the answers we can provide ourselves with regarding the matter will be head canon.That's why the main message of the story is that it fails on so many levels in terms of writing a morally upright story. The main hero of our story is nothing to offer, no words of hope and encouragement. That's the other message it has conveyed to us. I'm not saying this, the manga has proven to us time and again what i just said. The other thing it hammers home is the fact that, so long as you're a hero, your unjust behavior will be swept under the rug by your school and higher authorities. The message that MHA time and again conveys is that it loves hypocrisy and double standards. These are the solid reasons as to why the plot cannot logically and cohesively march forward.

"With great power comes with great responsibility" and the MHA verse failed to understand this concept by becoming the very thing the villains are condemned for in this series. That, my friend, is the general message of the story. That, my friend, is the moral lesson of the MHA verse.

#MHA critical thinking #bk is a bully #Izu deserved better #Izu is the protagonist not Bk #Izu matters Bk doesnt #Hori cant write shit

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epickiya722 · 9 months

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Noe (from Vanitas) for the ask game, please....

My first impression: I kid you not, I freaked out when I first saw Noé. I've been writing since forever and you know how we have those characters that we create and stick with us? Yeah, I have a group like that. And Noé looks exactly how I imagined one of those characters to look like. Yes, skin, hair and eye colors are the same! Even both being vampires! Only differences are names, different personalities and my character isn't that tall and he's actually half vampire.

My impression now: I adore Noé so much! He really is my favorite character out of the whole cast.

Favorite thing about that character: Everything, but it's his personality that really got me. He's such a sweetheart, but he will get ruthless if he needs to.

Least favorite thing: Sometimes... Noé can stress me out... anytime he's fighting and gets in danger I'm just like "NOOOOOO".

Favorite line/scene: Almost every scene Noé is in I just love so much, but to choose a favorite has to be when he pretends to take Vanitas hostage and Vanitas freaks out because how scary Noé was.

Favorite interaction that character has with another: Of course, his interactions with Vanitas are my favorite interactions. Really like that whole scene they had on top of the bell tower.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: I would love to see skits of Noé with the dhampirs. Just them hanging out and whatnot. And Murr has to come along. I like Murr.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: Yoichi Shigaraki from My Hero Academia. They have good hearts, tad but naive to world, but not afraid to take a stand for what they believe in. Also, funny enough, they are voiced by the same person (Stephen Fu) in dub.

A headcanon about that character: I headcanon that Noé's adoptive grandparents would sing him a song to comfort him whenever he felt down and he still remembers it. Whenever he's alone and feels some kind of way, he'll sing it to himself and he has no idea that others has caught him at those times. Turns out he's actually pretty good at singing and has a voice that can tug at heartstrings.

A song that reminds of that character: Alessia Cara's All We Know. I listen to those lyrics and I think of Noé. Just resonates with him, you know?

An unpopular opinion about that character: I actually don't have one for him!

Favorite picture: Noé had this range to him that he has that I admire, so a couple of shots of him I like are these. He's just so gorgeous!!

Send Me a Character...✨️

#kiya answers #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vnc #noe archiviste #noé archiviste

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divinexmight · 1 year

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Home, sweet home

Wrote this fluffy little #BkDk fic for my precious friend, @Blu3Dragonfruit, who finished her exams a while ago and got ✨perfect✨ scores on all of them!! I’m so proud, yall 😭

CW:// Fluff, mostly SFW but implied NSFW, kissing

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"--HA! I WIN!!" Izuku gasps, startled by his Kacchan's sudden bark. The screw he was lining up with the bedpost fumbles through his fingers and falls into the pile of other screws at his feet.

Sunlight floods the bedroom, bathing a pile of moving boxes, a half-assembled bed frame, and a now (victoriously) completed bookshelf in an aura of soft golden light.

A sigh falls from Izuku’s nose as his head drops forward; emerald curls dance as he shakes his head. He crouches, a small smile betrays his exasperation; annoyance and affection colliding in this delightful moment of domesticity. A moment they have both fought, both personally and professionally, to achieve.

Izuku knew full well what he was getting himself into when he fell in love with the hyper-competitive Pomeranian of a man.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but it’s not a contest, Kacchan. We have one day to set up as much of this place as we can before we are busy for 6 days straight.” Izuku sighs with a hint of amusement; sifting his fingers through the carpet, scavenging for the fallen screw.

His boyfriend scoffs, the smug triumph in his voice rich as chocolate and dripping with arrogance. “Bet ur ass it wasn’t..”

Izuku side-eyes his symbol of victory, standing tall, arms crossed over his chest that’s puffed out like a strutting peacock. A pompous grin adorns the blonde's supple lips and ruby red eyes strike a fiery orange under the sun's glow.

He really is a devilishly handsome man, a fierce Adonis made even more enchanting in the gentle light.

"-'cause you never stood a chance, Nerd." his Kacchan victorious laughter fills the small room. Izuku smashes his lips together, pushing away the sassy comeback that springs into his mind. Instead, he focuses his attention back onto the bed frame- though his features twist into a knowing smirk.

Izuku didn’t use to be like this.

Over time, his childhood best friend turned boyfriend’s behavior has upgraded from bullying to insufferable teasing. Before, Izuku would never think of retorting. He would just take it on the chin, knowing his Kacchan had the best intentions.

However, now that the beast has been domesticated, getting on his Kacchan’s bad side has gone from scary

-to exciting.

Every drawing of his Kacchan’s ire a dangerous little game. How bratty can he get before he catches those hot, explosive hands on his thighs, wrists

-around his neck.

Izuku teeters on the edge of danger, the taunt balanced on the tip of his tongue as his Kacchan cackles in the background.

He knows he shouldn't say it.

Izuku has been slowly climbing the ladder since he defeated All for One and saved Shigaraki. After graduation, he was #1 hero within a matter of days. In the years following, his Kacchan has fought for the #2 spot with their dear friend, Shoto.

Shoto and Izuku stopped caring once they discovered the reality of hero culture and the Hero Public Safety Commission.

-but his Kacchan’s ambition remained unquenchable.

It's a sensitive subject with his Kacchan

-And a prompt way to get exploded.

And Izuku, with his mind buzzing and Kacchan's laughter ringing in his ears, was playing with the detonator.

The urge to knock his Kacchan down half a peg boils over; off the tip of his tongue and out his mouth-

“Guess if this whole being a hero thing doesn’t pan out, and you are perpetually stuck in me and Shoto’s shadows, Ka-cchan~*,” Izuku muses, sarcasm dripping from his words. “You can always fall back on being Japan’s number one IKEA furniture assembler.”

The laughter abruptly cuts off.

Ominous silence- other than the soft breeze drifting in through the window past slowly twirling curtains.

A foot falls towards him.

Izuku cannot help the amused, wry smile that creeps wide across his face. He doesn’t even need to look, his Kacchan’s quiet fury like a roaring furnace looming ever closer.

Another.

The air becomes thick with his Kacchan’s presence. The familiar pop and snap of Nitroglycerin igniting sends a shiver down Izuku’s spine- wait.

/ahh no! The bed!/

His Kacchan’s rage is undiscerning and widespread. The hapless wooden frame surely wouldn’t survive.

Unless he wanted to sleep on a couch for the next week, Izuku needed to douse the approaching roaring furnace before it blew up in his face, literally.

"Ah hah, Kacchan~*! I'm so slow! S-since you /won/ and finished the bookshelf first, why don't you start putting our p-pictures and stuff up?!"

Yet another foot falls; the snap of sparks now tickling the shell of his ear-

"-y-you know, because the s-sooner I get this bed up-! The sooner you can break it, and me~*, in, Kacchan..." Izuku holds his breath, waiting for the explosive reaction.

Instead, a low "mmm" from the blonde's throat confirms he'll forget the comment for now. His hand and intensity retreats towards the stack of moving boxes near the window.

Nothing pacifies the Murder God like the promise of playtime

-but he knows he’ll pay for that later.

The room lapses into silence as his Kacchan looks through framed newspaper clippings, advertisements, and various hero achievements. As Izuku steps back to admire his handiwork on the bed frame, a pang of guilt gnaws at Izuku’s heart.

“I'm sorry, Kacchan” Izuku breaks the silence. “The hero comment..that was..uncalled for. I shouldn’t have said it.”

Without missing a beat, his Kacchan grumbles, “If you’re gonna talk shit, /Deku/, own it,” adding under his breath, “like I’m gonna own yur ass later”

Yea, he’s definitely paying for that later.

Izuku’s hearty laugh echoes through the room over his Kacchan’s quieter chuckle. Izuku finishes putting the sheets on the bed, playfully wiggling his shorts-clad thicc peach knowing full well his boyfriend’s delicious predatory gaze was still fixated on him.

His Kacchan must be rubbing off on him. Izuku loves teasing his Kacchan. Loves capturing his gaze; holding his attention. He had no idea how good that hot carmine stare would feel over his flesh until they got together and he couldn't shake it.

The domineering voice that matches his favorite carmine stare interrupts the warm caress of Izuku’s thoughts. "This all that goes on this shelf?..We don't have any other pictures?" His Kacchan's brows furrow in confusion, a framed news article in his hand.

"Yea Kacchan, just that box." Izuku says without diverting his attention. Just the pillowcases and then he’ll be done with the bed. He's fluffing a pillow when he feels his Kacchan's presence behind him.

A powerful arm wraps around his midsection and snakes up his torso to his neck; a strong, but controlled, hot grip wrapping around his throat.

And in an instant, before he can even think

-his body surrenders on its own.

Izuku’s mind goes completely blank as his head lulls back into bulky shoulders. His eyes close to make his other senses sharper.

A buttery, cinnamon sweet musk envelops his nose, reminding him of the safety and submission; pain and pleasure that come along with it.

Izuku drapes his body along his Kacchan’s front, his back molding to fit his Kacchan’s adonis-like form. The saccharine promise of intoxicating, maddening, euphoric fullness.

Soft lips bury themselves into Izuku’s wild curls; his Kacchan’s gravelly voice whispering that familiar vow-

“I love you ‘Zuzu. Smile for me, Angel”

While Izuku called his Kacchan “Kacchan” almost exclusively, “Angel” was a name that Izuku only heard when they were alone.

When it was safe.

When his Kacchan felt safe to show a side of himself that only Izuku was privy to.

A gentle, pure smile spread wide on Izuku’s face.

This is heaven. If they didn’t have an entire apartment to set up and only one day to do it, Izuku would probably already be on his knees for his Kacchan.

“I need to go out for something, ‘Zuzu. I’ll be back soon.” His Kacchan pulls back, releasing Izuku from his warm embrace and dropping his mind back into reality.

“Out? W-wait, where are you going?” Izuku blinks his eyes, trying to turn his brain all the way back on as he follows his Kacchan out the bedroom towards the front door.

“I won’t be long.” The blonde grabs his keys off the kitchen counter and slips on some loafers.

“T-that’s not what I asked, Kacchan. How long is /long/?! And where-” Izuku doesn’t even get to finish before Kacchan is mostly through the front door.

“I said I’ll be back!” The door slams.

-and he’s gone.

An annoyed pout forms, scrunched up to one side of Izuku’s face- but quickly fades. Izuku cocks his head to one side and shrugs. He heads back to the bedroom. Might as well start on the nightstands.

His Kacchan knows how much they have left to do, so he’s sure whatever he ran out for must be important and quick.

~*~

All For One better have resurrected.

Godzilla better be real.

The Earth /itself/ better be falling into a black hole.

In fact, all three of those scenarios better be happening simultaneously, or Katsuki is sleeping on the comfy new sectional couch for the foreseeable future.

The comfy new sectional that Izuku had to set up /by himself/.

Izuku sits on the edge of the now organized kitchen counter facing the front door. Legs crossed, arms crossed, and not amused in the slightest.

By the first hour, Izuku had finished up the bedroom. Even organizing the closest, hanging all of their clothes up and folding the garments that needed to go in the dresser. He then got the bathroom all situated so their morning routine wouldn’t hit any snags.

By the second hour, Izuku had tried to call Katsuki but noticed a ringing coming from the victorious bookshelf. Slightly annoyed, he moved into the livingroom to get the dining area and TV set up so they could watch a movie or something with dinner tonight. He saved the couch for last, since he thought Katsuki might have wanted input on where it went.

Not that Izuku gave a crap about what Katsuki wanted at this point.

As he sat and stared a hole into the front door, Blackwhip took dishes and other kitchen items out of their boxes and put them away. It wasn’t that he needed Katsuki. Using his quirks, Izuku could do multiple tasks at once with ease.

But this was a big step for them, moving in together. And they were supposed to do it together…

Izuku clicks his tongue, watching as the clock that /he/ put up /by himself/ chimes to signal the passing of another hour.

Three hours.

-and as if on queue, a key turns in the deadbolt of the front door.

Katsuki startles seeing Izuku sitting right there as he stumbles and huffs into the entryway. Bags in the crooks of both elbows and chest heaving from running.

“Enjoy your day out, Kat-su-ki?” Izuku quips, his voice as cold as ice.

Katsuki stiffens and swallows at the sound of his government name rolling off Izuku’s tongue.

“Izu, I didn’t mean to-- I brought din-” Katsuki starts to hold up the bag in his right arm.

Izuku cuts him off. "What? You didn't mean tooo..?? Leave me here all day to do- whatever!?”

Katsuki’s eyes scan the decorated and clean apartment. The blonde smiles timidly,“It looks great..”

Izuku’s fists and teeth clench. Bright red veins and gashes come to life and flicker in his flesh as green lighting snaps and whips around him.

He takes a single step towards Katsuki; the blonde mouthing a curse as his back hits the wall behind him.

Emerald curls float before Izuku gets a hold of himself.

/You love this man, Izuku. Maybe not right now- or tomorrow- or next week, but you love him. Don’t smash him./

Izuku breaths in and out; One For All subsides and his curls settle.

"Uh, w-what I meant to say was- it- I'm sorry. I should've been here and-" Katsuki's voice wobbles as he tries to rectify his poor choice of words.

"Na, don't worry about it. Here-" Izuku purrs. He gets out a plate, a bowl, and a cup and shoves them into his somber boyfriend's arms. "-/You/ can go enjoy that at the table that /I/ set up. /By myself/. I'm going to go take a shower in the bathroom I organized. /By myself/."

Izuku spins on his heels and storms into their bedroom. "Feel free to watch TV tho, Kacchan. I set that up /by myself/ too!" He shouts while throwing his shorts and shirt off before stepping into the modest bathroom.

He passes the sink area before stepping into the shower and tub area.

A large tub sits to the right in the shower area under an obscure glass window; a potted plant adorning the window seal.

In front of him, a small stool sits in front of a ledge with some toiletries on either side. Katsuki's on and left, Izuku's on the right. A shower head hangs next to a wall mirror above the small ledge.

Izuku plops down on the stool. He props himself on his elbows and rakes his fingers through his hair.

He hates being mad.

Izuku is about to turn on the shower when he feels that heat again. That familiar presence.

Izuku floats up and turns towards the door. His displeased scowl a full head above repentant scarlet eyes.

"Ouuut" Izuku whispers, motioning towards the door Katsuki just walked through.

"Izu, I'm sorry- mmm, what can I do? How do I fix this?" Katsuki desperately tries to maintain eye contact- prompting a devilish smirk from Izuku.

He takes great pleasure knowing that the blonde, despite them being in the midst of a fight, is struggling to keep his eyes from drifting below Izuku's bare waist.

Izuku pretends to ponder Katsuki's question for a minute before snapping his fingers in a faux realization.

"There is one thing, Katsuki.." Izuku gets real close, their noses almost brushing. The blonde having to grab onto his pants to stop himself from pulling him closer makes Izuku giggle. "/You/ can try out that lovely sectional you choose, tonight." Izuku says.

"Oh my /God/, Izuku! Come on!" Katsuki groans. Exasperated, he rolls his eyes, turns on his heels, and accepts his fate.

"Don't worry, Katsuki. It's super comfortable! I would know. I took a break on it after I put it together. /By myself/." Izuku watches as the normally cocky and smug hero mopes out of the bathroom.

As Izuku turns the shower on, he hears Katsuki putting something on the bookshelf. "Oh look who's helping." Izuku mutters. The scoff from their bedroom letting Izuku know his message was heard loud and clear.

~*~

Izuku steps into their moonlit bedroom and drops his towel. He sulks at the neatly made, and completely empty, bed.

Katsuki should be in it with him..

"What was so da-, what was so important that he had to leave for three hours?!" Izuku plops down in the bed while mumbling to one in particular.

Seriously though, Katsuki knew how important this was to him. Izuku wanted their apartment to be a cozy place they could come home to and part of that is it not looking like a storage unit.

While he got a lot of it done on his own and there honestly wasn't much left to do, they could have had it all done if Katsuki stayed.

They also could have done it together..as a couple.

Choosing how the living room is set up together, deciding which side of the closet they want, or talking about breakfast options for the next day while they organize their kitchen. All those little moments

-they mean something to him.

Izuku knows Katsuki probably doesn't care about them at all but..for him to just disregard his feelings..

Izuku throws his back; blinking his eyes and regulating his breathing. Trying desperately to hold back tears.

Their relationship needs a lot of work.

A glint of red catches Izuku's eye from across the room. For a second, Izuku thinks Katsuki was standing there the whole time.

But it's just a picture frame- placed prominently on the victorious bookshelf.

Izuku puts on his bathrobe and walks over to the shelf. He's never bought a red picture frame…

Dead center on the middle shelf, an ornate ruby frame catches the pearlescent moonlight. It's flanked on both sides by Izuku's numerous old hero notebooks.

And there, on the right, all together sharing a frame, Katsuki's bloodstained All Might card, Izuku's flawless one, and a picture of them hugging as children.

Izuku looks down to the base of the bookshelf- all their framed newspaper clippings and agency photos still piled on top of one another in a box.

/Why would he only put 3 things up?/

He picks up the unfamiliar red frame and examines it..! Verdant eyes go wide and start to well as realization washes over him.

Displayed behind the new glass was a photo of the couple. His Kacchan; eyes closed; face buried in his green curls while his strong, venous hand clasps around Izuku's throat.

And Izuku, leaned back onto his Kacchan's shoulder. Lips parted in a soft smile. Nothing but blissful vulnerability on his face.

"He was taking a picture..!" Izuku leans in close- an imprint of a kiss on the glass right above his face.

Lip trembling, Izuku rushes out of the bedroom and into the living room where his Kacchan is eating his Katsudon alone.

Izuku, clutching the picture to his chest, stops halfway to his Kacchan, unsure of his mood.

"Kacchan?" Izuku sees his Kacchan's shoulders drop, head lulls back slightly, and air re-enter his lungs upon hearing his childhood nickname.

Izuku notes never to stop using it again.

"Kacchan, did you take this today?" Izuku turns the phone around to show him.

"Yea." his Kacchan stuffs more Katsudon into his mouth. "You should come eat something."

Izuku joins him on the couch. He starts to reach for the bag of take out but his Kacchan beats him to it and places it in front of him.

"It's so nice..I didn't know." Izuku takes a big mouthful of Katsudon, not realizing how hungry he was.

"I know." his Kacchan takes a napkin and wipes the rice from his freckled and full cheeks.

"Is thus wha u wen out today?" Izuku says through stuffed cheeks, unable to pull himself away from his food.

His Kacchan sighs. "Yea- and I'm- I should have- I-I just wanted a picture that wasn't a press release or a brand deal or a photoshoot! We didn't have one. You said you wanted a.."cozy home" and all that work shit ain't cozy so I took one. Have to see that shit all day out /there/." His Kacchan motions out the window to the bright, bustling city. "Here, it should just be you. Us. No heroes. No villains, no agency…and it took longer than I thought..and it could 'ave waited till ta'morrow so,..sorry."

Izuku sets the picture and his empty takeout dish down and throws his arms around his Kacchan, burying his tear-dampened face into the crook of the blonde's neck.

"I'm so sorry Kacchan! Im so stupid!" Izuku sobs.

His Kacchan separates them and holds Izuku's face in his hands, confused- and amazed at how he took his mistake and turned it back on himself. "Izu-"

"I was so concerned about setting up the apartment and /my/ idea of a nice memory with you that I completely missed…our first non-work picture together..I would have gone with you, Kacchan! Why didn't you tell me?"

"..I don't know.."

He knows. They both do.

Feelings and words have never been the blonde's strong suit.

"I should have…" Izuku leaps back around his Kacchan's neck, surprising his relieved boyfriend.

Izuku cringes into his Kacchan's shoulder, his prior behavior flashing through his mind. "I'm kind of a sassy brat when I'm mad huh?"

Strong arms flop Izuku back on the couch cushions; his curls framing his soft, round face.

Two strong arms and carmine pools pin Izuku against the fabric sofa. His Kacchan lowers himself to his forearms; his soft lips brushing over Izuku's chapped ones. "Hah, I kinda like it."

"What?!" Izuku Laughs.

The blonde leans down low, humid breath filling the shell of Izuku's ear. "Makes me wanna tame you…" His Kacchan growls, angling his chin forward to plant a deep kiss on his lover.

Their lips caress in a passionate embrace. Lips part; soft gasps escaping their entangled mouths. Tongues dancing, deepening the tender kiss. Each moan and nibble an apology given or accepted.

But then, with a hypnotic allure, his Kacchan slowly withdraws, teasingly sucking on Izuku's top lip, a velvet caress that stirs a heat low and deep in Izuku's groin. Their connection preserved by a sloppy string of desire as they part.

Scarlet and emerald lock, sparkling with a mix of intensity and vulnerability, silently conveying a craving that words can never fully express.

In that moment, they exist in a realm of shared secrets, where the world fades away and only their connection remains—a connection fueled by the heady blend of trust and longing, forever binding their hearts.

Home.

"Wanna go to bed?" Izuku purrs.

His Kacchan cocks his head and an eyebrow, "I don't know, Angel. This couch is pretty comfortable and-" his Kacchan leans in close, planting kisses and nipples on Izuku's jaw; eliciting giggles from him. "-it was picked out by /the/ #1 IKEA furniture assembler in /all/ of Japan."

Izuku giggles; arching his back and running his fingers through blonde spikes that are trailing kisses lower and lower down his chest.

As his Kacchan's lips linger around the waist they weren't allowed to touch earlier, Izuku gazes upon the photo.

A low moan slips past his lips when his Kacchan reaches more sensitive flesh. He can't believe he forgot that home isn't where it's cozy or even where their pictures are.

Home is wherever his loving blonde pomeranian is.

{The End}

Thank you so much for reading! I know it was a long one 😅 If you liked it, give me a follow over on Twitter @Divine_Might ! I post over there more offten! :D

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secretgaygenttomura · 2 months

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I Think I Get It Now (MHA One-Shot)

(An internal first-person monologue from Tomura, to Twice. Themes of plurality in an unconventional way and bodily posession)

I used to be confused, why you would suddenly act out about your other half when you didn't have your mask. I wouldn't judge, of course. There was much worse that happened, and little ever did you let it come between us. But, I could see how much pain you were in. I couldn't imagine being constantly at war with yourself, at least in that way.

Then, sadly you passed on while I was going through my transformation. Before I even knew it, and I missed the conversations we would have. Instead, in those moments I reflected.

Sure, you made plenty of mistakes, and we often couldn't track your contradictory lines of logic, but we knew that you only ever had the best intentions. And, you brought joy. You made the quiet, tense moments vibrant and full of laughter, and I always wondered how you could do that. I still do.

It is now, well after my transformation and new quirks that I really take you into consideration. We never got to know your parts outside of Jin, for what seemed like personal reasons. And now, I see how that may have been sensitive. In a way, I'm glad I never brought him up.

As an unintended consequence of recieving the All For One quirk, through suspicious means, my Sensei's 'vestige' has appeared within me, and... taken control of me. The first time it happened, I'm not sure you would've been around. My sense of time was very loose.

I started getting headaches, which now I remember seeing you grasping your head in the corner of the room quietly.

I started hearing voices other than myself in my head, to which I also remember seeing you curse at yourself seemingly inexplicably. I imagine we had similar gripes about thoughts that aren't ours.

And I started taking actions and saying words that weren't my own. When this would happen, I would remember how you grappled with yourself to make the choice you wanted.

Our origins of this were significantly different circumstances, if I remember right. Yours came out of a place of distress, and mine came out of an unwise choice I made. But often I found looking to you as a theraputic exercise. I'm sure you would be ecstatic to find out you were helpful...

I had a revelation, once. As I was flying over the Pacific on a Nomu. I was heading into battle against America's #1 Pro, and my identity was fuzzy. I had no idea whether I was me, or if I was Sensei. In fact, I believe we may have been neither. Not necessarily someone else, though I happened to find another later on. But I found what made it easier. I understand why your mask brought you solace.

Me and Sensei in that moment, formed one superflouous entity. Both neither of us and both of us, under no specific name. It became apparent this was the case, when the hero's quirk that manipulated reality with words addressed us by my name, our name, Shigaraki. And it didn't work. It was one of the many things we shared, yet, it had no effect on us. This lack of separation protected us. And while the peace between us didn't last, I understood how you could cooperate in that moment.

I think I get it now.

I understood why you hid under that mask of being "Twice." That superflouous entity that encapsulated everything you are. It was the way you cooperated.

Now, things between me and Sensei have gotten worse. We've become more and more separated, and an embodiment of my younger self has been thrown into the mix as amnesia in my mind starts to lessen; as much as I hoped things would get better, I'm not sure that I'll ever find that peace and coordination again. Unfortunately my circumstances are not very simple, and you are no longer here to guide me through this darkness, I wish for it anyway.

I wonder, through all this pain, how did you ever find a way to bring in joy?

I wish I knew.

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sorrowfulrosebud · 2 years

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Rosebud’s HorrorFest:

Day two: who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!

Theme: ghouls

Content: in which the local DILF turns out to be something you would never have anticipated

This one isn’t as intense as the previous day, but AFO is a dick in this bc men can’t convey emotions healthily lmao. Mentions of cat death, people being killed, blood, torture (?).

Whatever being that resides in the sky absolutely fucking hates you, you were certain of it. For the past week, you have found yourself in absolutely abysmal luck: first, the cat that normally comes to greet you on your commute to work was found dead by the locals. The poor thing had had the shit rammed out of it, blood and guts coating the road with a slick sheen. Next, you found out that the cute person who made sure to bring you a fresh cup of coffee everyday was a victim of a massive accident, this time they had slipped on a ladder and snapped their neck cleanly in half. And to make matters worse, the news had been reporting a grave robber. Multiple families had been thrown into further grief as their loved ones’ final resting place was completely desecrated, ones who hadn’t been cremated disappeared completely.

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The bitter yet familiar smell of coffee filled your nose as you stood idly by the bar, ears pricked for the call of your name. A small TV was placed on a shelf in the corner of the crowded coffee shop, and its contents was the news. A well dressed presenter droned on about a new mass grave robbery, this time in a more local graveyard. Disgust filled your being as a new voice pulled you from your rage.

“Such a shame, isn’t it? Those poor families, I can only imagine the grief they are feeling,” the voice said. It was smooth, suave and well educated. You turned your head to see a middle aged man staring back at you, seemingly waiting for your response. In all honesty, he was quite attractive: smooth skin with a few laughter lines and the start of some forehead wrinkles.

“Huh? Oh yeah, it’s heartbreaking to see. I mean, what kind of sicko goes around digging people’s graves?! That’s a new low, there’s a special place in hell for that bastard,” you ranted, fists clenched into your trousers. You missed the small smirk that befell the handsome stranger’s face.

“My, this seems to sting you deeply, my dear. Perhaps you were one of the deceased’s kin?” He feigned a sympathetic tone and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. For some reason, you couldn’t find it within yourself to shake him off.

With a low murmur, you said “yes, my boyfriend. He was taken away from me by villains in a bank robbery a few years ago. We were bystanders when one of the villains sent debris flying towards us and he pushed me away before it could hit the both of us.”

You looked away as tears threatened to line your lashes. The hand that was perched on your shoulder went to thumb smooth circles on your back as you sniffled and tried to maintain your composure. Again, you had no idea why you felt so trusting of this stranger, to lay your soul bare to someone you had met in a coffee house of all places.

“My deepest condolences my dear, that must be an awful feeling to experience. You know, I am a licensed psychiatrist and it just so happens that I am on my annual leave. I have been bored stiff, so I would be more than willing to allow you to spill the contents of your soul,” he maintained the same small grin as he watched you contemplate and then nod your head.

“There you are, come along (Y/N). Grab your coffee and we can go to my office”.

“(F/D) for (Y/N)?” The barista called for you with your plastic coffee cup in hand.

Whatever spell you were under didn’t allow you to wonder how he knew your name before the barista had even called it.

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Your relationship with the handsome stranger blossomed deeper than you ever imagined it would. He introduced himself as Shigaraki, and the relationship quickly went from professional to… less than professional.

You definitely weren’t complaining however, maybe he was twice your age, but maybe that was what you needed. Instead of guys that flutter around, fuck then leave or the endless months of “are you awake” texts at 2 in the morning, you had found someone to share blissful mornings filled with cups of sweetened coffee and cuddling in fresh linen. So what if he was a little bit older than you? It made pleasant conversations.

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“Fucking hell, baby have you seen the news? That grave robbing motherfucker has struck again,” you called over to your boyfriend. It was a peaceful Sunday morning mid fall, the perfect season to lure your boyfriend on romantic evening walks in the park.

You could already imagine it; soft mittened hands intertwined as you swung your arms gently, leaves crunching under your boots as squirrels chittered in the trees above you. It was going to be perfect. The creaking of the stairs behind you informed you of your boyfriend’s arrival, and with a soft and slightly prolonged kiss to the cheek, Shigaraki wrapped his arms around your waist and rocked you with him.

“Oh my, that’s dreadful. I really thought that the thief would be arrested by now,” he murmured, mouth just kissing the shell of your ear. You leaned back into his chest and inhaled deeply. God, you loved his scent. It was like hand soap with a hint of musk. The musk drove you absolutely mad, and yet whenever you asked what the smell was, he just smiled and bopped you on the nose.

“It makes me wonder why they’re doing it, and what they’re doing with the body afterwards? I mean, no one has reported seeing any missing bodies, and they’re all people who chose not to be cremated. It’s all very peculiar,” you pondered, swaying gently with your lover.

“Don’t worry about it anymore my darling, let’s have a peaceful Sunday and then we can go for our nightly walk. I have a new walking place I found online if that’s quite alright with you,” he murmured softly again, kissing the patch of skin above your ear and on your jaw. A soft moan left your lips at his actions as you grinded back into him unintentionally, causing him to swallow a grunt.

So much for a quite Sunday.

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“Baby, where is this new walking place that you found,” you questioned Shigaraki, hands locked tightly together as you trudged your way through thick piles of leaves. Shigaraki turned to you with a small glint in his eyes and smiled that million dollar smile again.

“It’s just through these woods my love, not much further now,” Shigaraki replied as you met the gate of the pitch black forest. Something was definitely amiss.

“Um, babe? Are you sure this is the right place? It looks a little… I don’t know,” you trembled slightly, rubbing small circles on your lover’s hand to steady yourself. Shigaraki seemed annoyed at your constant pondering.

“Yes, I’m certain. Now please hurry up, I want to get this over with as soon as possible. I’m hungry and tired,” he snapped back at you. You visibly shrunk upon yourself at his tone and nodded timidly.

“Okay, now in we go,” your boyfriend let go of your hand to jiggle the lock on the thick metal gate, grunting slightly when it opened. He never offered you his hand back, instead speed walking into the labyrinth of gargantuan cedars and oaks.

Panting, you stumbled to keep up with him. Large roots kept making you trip over yourself as you struggled to both watch Shigaraki walk further away from you and try not to break your neck.

“HEY, PLEASE, WAIT!” You borderline screamed at your rapidly disappearing boyfriend, tears pricking your eyes and breath picking up. What the hell did he think he was playing at?!

Tears blurred your vision as you latched on to the fading silhouette of your lover, until a particularly massive root comes out of seemingly nowhere and forces you to fall down, smashing the side of your head on a rock. Black washed your vision as your boyfriend slowly walked back towards you as you croaked out his name and held a trembling arm out for him.

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“(-N)…”

“(Y/N)…”

“(Y/N)!”

A shout of your name pulled you from your slumber, groggy eyes trying to adjust properly to the figure in front of you. A weak moan left your lips due to the throbbing pain in the side of your head, the thin trickle of blood becoming more annoying.

Heavy arms tried to wipe away the aggravation, only to find that both wrists had heavy, thick metal attached and clinked the most atrociously when moved. You were becoming way more aware of the coldness of the stone that you were pressed against and tried thrashing about. More rows upon rows of rocks made their way to your vision as you finally understood where you were.

You were in a graveyard.

“Ahh, there you are sweetheart. I was worried you would never wake up again,” that same suave voice that lured you in was speaking to you once again. Something that felt like a hand rubbed circles on your cheeks. Felt because it didn’t feel human, far too cold and smelly to ever be human.

“W-where am I? What are you doing?! Why are we in a graveyard?!” You shrieked as you thrashed around. Shigaraki chuckled as he watched your pathetic writhes to free yourself.

“Oh, be careful my sweet. I wouldn’t want the taste of metal to taint your sweet flesh,” he tucked his fingers under your chin with a sly grin. Your eyes widened in alarm, screams increasing tenfold.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘taint my flesh’?! What kind of sick joke is this?!” Sweat and tears poured down your face in buckets as you yanked even harder on your chains.

“Please, what do you want from me,” you sobbed noisily. Shigaraki took a step back as the skin on his body greyed and melted, some bone peeping out if you squinted hard enough. The foul odour of rotting meat summoned with the transformation of your lover.

Your jaw dropped slightly before you pulled in on yourself and screamed again. Shigaraki’s lip curled at the noise and with a snap of his finger, vines from the tombstone behind you slithering up before wrapping themselves in your mouth, promptly gagging you.

“That’s much better. At least now I can explain myself before you die,” Shigaraki grinned again.

“You see my darling, I am a ghoul. You know what that means, yes? It means I am an entity that peruses the Earth for corpses to consume in order to maintain my appearance,” he pauses, looking at you thinking hard.

Eating corpses?! What the actual fuck!?

Shigaraki continued, “although I could kill people to devour their corpses, I prefer having them… ready made if you will. That’s why graveyards are perfect for me! I float from town to town, especially where there is a lot of crime, and exhume those who were fortunate enough to be buried whole”.

You struggled to breath as you tried piecing at all together before it suddenly hit you.

Shigaraki leaned forward.

“Yes, little lamb. I’m the grave-snatcher. I am also the ghoul who exhumed your beloved boyfriend’s grave! I could see why you liked him, he had a very refined taste to him,” Shigaraki sighed dreamily. With another more urgent sigh, Shigaraki straightened up and fiddled in his bag before pulling out a knife.

“On the other hand however, I couldn’t wait until you died to taste your flesh. You smelled so sweet when I met you, and your personality is reflective of that. I truly do love you. But that is why it must be i to kill you. That way, we can truly be together!” Shigaraki crouched back to your screaming form, rubbing away the tears on your face and then rubbing the tears from his.

“Now my darling. Hold still.”

#yandere all for one #yandere bnha #yandere afo #yandere MHA #yandere angst #rosebud’s horror fest 2022 #bnha x reader #yandere shigaraki #yandere x reader

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giftofwonder · 2 years

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Psychosis (Part Eight) - Dabi/Bakugou/Hawks x f!Reader

Tag List: @sylum @iiashleysykes @bebetiny @valentinesnightmares1

TW: mentions of drug use, suicide and abuse.

You had stayed with Hawks in the courtyard for much longer than you originally anticipated, not getting home until late into the evening. You had hoped that with how tired you were, you’d immediately fall asleep, but instead you tossed and turned for most of the night, only managing to get an hour or two of rest before you were heading back to work.

You had stopped to grab breakfast on the way, and entered Level Three with coffee in hand. You were surprised to see Bakugou at the front desk, figuring there would have been some consequence to his action. Typically, a physical altercation was grounds for termination, or suspension at the very least.

He glanced up as you approached, eyes lingering on you for only a second before he returned to his task at hand. You felt your stomach coil with dread, footsteps faltering to a slow pace. You expected him to bring up the argument you’d had the day before, but when you finally reached him, no words were exchanged as he passed a clipboard over to you with your daily agenda.

You noticed the large amount of time allotted for visitation and wondered what you were supposed to do since you were not listed under that section as a supervisor.

“Is this right?” You asked Bakugou, turning the board and pointing to the schedule.

“Yeah, Aizawa and I will be there. Someone has to watch Romeo and keep him entertained, figured you’d be better for that than me.” He said, his words lacking their usual bite.

You glanced to the swelling of Bakugou’s cheekbone where the deep purple bruising bordered his eye. His neck shared the same dark hue, accompanied by the scratches lining the column of his throat.

“No one is here to visit him?” You asked.

“No one’s ever come to visit him.” He sighed, pushing himself up and brushing past you. You turned, scurrying to keep up.

“So what, I just hang out with him for a few hours?” You asked, wanting to make sure you weren’t missing anything.

“Pretty much. Before you got here, we had to have him in the room so we could keep eyes on him since visitation lasts so long. I’m sure he won’t really care what you do, he’ll just be happy to not have to sit alone in silence for half the day.” He shrugged dismissively.

It saddened you greatly that Dabi had never had a visitor, especially since he’d had to sit idly by while everyone else got quality time with family and friends. You realized then how lonely he must truly be, you were the only point of contact he really had.

You and Bakugou parted ways, him going to gather Toga and Shigaraki, while you made your way to Dabi’s room. You tried to think of what you could possibly do together, unsure of how you were supposed to fill that much time. You debated on having a lengthy session but ultimately decided against it. You could mix in trying to make some progress, but you also wanted him to have a little fun. In a way, that was just as important as getting him to open up.

You had no idea what Dabi enjoyed, or what his hobbies were, so it felt impossible to plan ahead. Your best bet was just walking in and seeing what he felt like doing.

You unlocked his door, finding him sprawled out in bed atop the covers. His eyes were closed, and you kept your footsteps quiet as you strolled over, not wanting to wake him.

He looked peaceful aside from the bandages that covered his arms and face. You’d have to clean him up and change the dressings at some point, but you were in no rush as they were not yet soaked through. You let your gaze roam over him, inspecting his skin for any damage you may have missed.

“What do you need, doc?” Dabi called out, and you jumped at hearing his voice so suddenly.

“Today’s visitation day, so-“

“Great. Just give me a minute to get dressed, I’ll follow you down. Didn’t realize it was that wonderful time again.” He cut you off, sarcasm lacing his words.

“Since I’m here, you don’t have to sit in the common room all day.” You told him, and he looked at you skeptically.

“Alright, what are we doing then?” He asked.

“Whatever you want.” You smiled.

“Can I eat in the cafeteria?” He asked, after a moment of thought.

Normally, patients on Level Three were only served meals in their room or in the common area with supervision. However, since visitation was going on, it should preoccupy the other floors as well, meaning the cafeteria would be empty.

It was a small bend in policy, but if you kept him in his restraints until he was alone, there shouldn’t be a problem. At most, you’d get a slap on the wrist so long as you were cautious.

“Yeah, I don’t think that would be an issue.” You hummed, giving a small nod as Dabi quickly got out of bed, grabbing a change of clothes and throwing them on. You could see the small smile that had formed on his lips, and knew it was the right call.

Once his arms were secured, you led him out to the elevator and down to Level One. The halls were vacant, though you could hear the chatter and laughter that bled out from the surrounding rooms.

You entered the cafeteria, finding it empty, and led him to the back. Once you were hidden from sight and sure there was no one else lingering, you removed the cuffs and he stretched before walking over to the refrigerators.

His fingers gently traced along the doors, walking slowly he peered into each section, as if he was weighing each item of food carefully within his mind. He would pause, reaching for something, before withdrawing and moving on to the next section. It hadn’t occurred to you how something so simple could be such a luxury when it had been taken from you. Dabi hadn’t been able to pick his own meals since his arrival at the asylum.

He grabbed a tray, selecting a few things before walking over to the doorway. He waited for you, letting you check to make sure the coast was clear, before strolling out and choosing a table. You followed behind him, grabbing only a bottle of water as you walked, and took a seat in the chair across from him.

“It’s weird, sometimes I feel like I have more freedom here than before I was locked up. I think this is my first time being able to eat at a table with someone since I was a kid.” He said offhandedly between bites, and you nodded in understanding.

“You couldn’t eat at a table when you were at home?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

“A lot of things changed after my replacement came into the picture.” His tone was bitter.

“What do you mean?” You asked, brow furrowed.

Dabi regarded you carefully, seeming to ponder on if he wanted to share more on the subject, before giving a shrug and a sigh.

“I didn’t really live up to good ol’ mom and dad’s standards. They had everything all planned out for me before I was born, but I couldn’t meet their expectations, so they kept popping out kids until they got it right. Once they had him, I was on my own for the most part.” He told you, a sneer forming on his lips.

“I’m sorry to hear that, how old were you when all of that was happening?” You asked, hoping he would continue to open up. If you could get him to talk about his past, it would give you a better idea of exactly what he needed, and it could provide insight on how he ended up here now.

“I was nine when he was born, but I wasn’t fully out of the house until I was 21.” He said, sitting back in his chair, his long arms splaying across the table as he stared at you with his head cocked to the side.

“So, you were still there even into adulthood?” You asked.

“Unfortunately. I tried to run away more times than I can count, but they always found me and brought me back. Couldn’t risk the secret getting out that their eldest was a fuck up, and I think they knew I’d talk.” He said.

“Are you comfortable with talking about what you would have exposed if you had managed to get away?” You asked, testing the waters. Dabi stared into your eyes. At his silence, you wondered if you had pressed too deep, but he responded.

“Mainly abuse. Verbal and physical. Daddy dearest was held in high regards within his line of work. Still is to this day. They used to say he was one of the best, and so he had to put in a lot of effort to hide how much of a piece of shit he was. It worked out for him though, all he had to do was wave his wads of cash around and everyone fell in line.” He laughed.

“Did you ever try to tell anyone about what was happening?” You questioned.

“Yeah, a few times. Problem was, he’d already painted me as the villain. He’d tell them I was a bad seed, how I was angry and manipulative and was trying to take it out on the family. By the time I’d open up, they were already on his side. Happened with teachers, doctors, shrinks. Shit, even CPS refused to look into it, but I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me. He had everyone convinced that I was the problem. Even had me thrown into a juvenile psychiatric hospital so they could try and assess whatever trauma he told them I had. Then, they’d send me back home and tell me I was safest in his care, that they all loved me and I just had to learn how to bond with them to heal. Not one of them ever doubted him, or thought I might be telling the truth. Not one!” He exclaimed, palm slapping loudly against the table, and your heart ached for the man before you.

“I believe you.” You told him softly, placing your hand over his, but he did not react.

“When we met, you were older. You’d come to the behavioral unit at the hospital and I remember you were still having issues with your family then. Was that close to when you were able to leave?” Your thumb traced his knuckle as you spoke.

“Yeah, last time I went there was right before I left. Usually, I’d have a suicide attempt, or some kind of mental breakdown, and go stay in the hospital for a while to get away, and then come home and the cycle would repeat. That last time though, it was different. They’d fought tooth and nail to keep me in that house, and then suddenly wanted me to leave. I thought it was sketchy, figured I was getting set up, so I refused. Then, there was the fire. Happened in the middle of the night. They all got out of the house, but I was stuck down in the basement. Once the fire was out, they found me down there, half dead. I was in a coma for the next three months from inhaling so much smoke and the damage to my body. Had to get skin grafts everywhere, and when I woke up, I looked like this. They said they never figured out what caused it, but I think it was him.“ Dabi’s voice was unwavering, and the glint in his eye seemed dangerous.

“You mean, your father?” You couldn’t believe a parent could do something like that to their own child. You knew it happened more often than you’d like to acknowledge, but every time you heard the stories, it unsettled you.

“Yeah. It was all too clean. I think he wanted to kill me. Get rid of the evidence. He didn’t account for me surviving, and I’m sure that really pissed him off. Before I was released from the hospital, I remember everyone coming in and they were all trying to feed me the same bullshit, saying he would never do that to me. How I should thank him for covering the cost of my medical bills and for saving me. They tried to convince me that I was the problem, but I knew he had too much influence, and I was a loose-end. I threatened everything he had built up in his life. If everyone knew what went on in that house, he’d lose his job, his credentials, his reputation and his money. I figured he’d have spent some time rotting in prison, so it’s kind of ironic that I’m the one who ended up stuck in a cell.” He told you.

You sat in silence, shock weighing heavily on you as you tried to think of what to say. The pain he had endured was unimaginable. However, before you could speak, he continued.

“When I was released, I got handed the restraining order. They said I was too large of a risk to be there with their precious family. So, I was homeless and in excruciating pain from the burns. Mom and dad refused to give me anything, like my I.D. or birth certificate, so the hospitals wouldn’t prescribe any pain meds. Had to get them off the street, and then it just went out of control.” Dabi laughed, staples pulling tightly against his cheeks as a grin spread across his face.

“What about the rest of your family? Did you maintain a relationship with any of them?” You asked.

“No. None of them were much better. Mom was too scared of him to ever do anything, and she’s just as messed up as the rest of us, anyways. She was on his side at first, always scolding me. As things got worse at home, she just checked out. She was vacant, just sitting around the house blankly staring for hours. Then she started having these fits of rage where she’d lose it, telling me I was dead to her, or that she wishes I’d never been born. That I was a mistake. She’d throw things, breaking them, sometimes using them as a weapon. My siblings were still kids, they never knew what was going on and they were kept away from me mostly. I think when they got older, two of them understood more. They knew they were just failed replacements. The youngest, though, he was different. None of us were ever allowed near him. He was the perfect child, and he spent all of his time sitting in dads shadow.” Dabi told you.

You could feel the bitterness pouring from him as he spoke, and the look in his eyes made a chill run down your spine. The deep resentment and hatred he had of his family was apparent, but you couldn’t blame him. You remembered how much it had stung when your own family had written you off, you couldn’t even imagine what Dabi felt. The burdens he has carried since childhood were heavy, and you were sure you were only scratching the surface.

“I’m so sorry that you had to go through that, it isn’t fair to you that you received that kind of treatment. I don’t think having a bond with your father would be healthy for you, but would you ever consider trying to establish one with the others? I know at the time things were rough, but it sounds like they are victims of his as well. If they have cut ties with him, it could be good for you to reconnect possibly, as they would understand your situation best and could offer support.” You told him, but he recoiled at your words, a grimace overtaking his features.

“It’s a nice thought, but I wouldn’t hold your breath. Mom can’t even look at me, she says I have his face, that I’m already ruined to her. My siblings are still there with him, he never did to them what he did to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure they can’t stand him, but they don’t know him like I do. I don’t even know if they realize that I’m still alive.” Dabi informed you, his expression schooled to one of indifference.

He sat back, crossing his arms as his jaw tightened, muscles flexing as he stared at you. You could see the tension flooding him, the way his body became stiff and rigid, so you decided to stop pressing. You did not want to pry anything from him or force him to talk, and with his obvious discomfort, it wouldn’t do any good to continue down this path.

You gave him a soft smile, pushing yourself to stand as you decided to change the subject and hopefully recenter his focus to the present.

“Come on, let’s clear the table and we can go do something else.” You hummed, and he nodded, pushing himself to stand, silent as he followed.

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You quickly cleaned up, leaving no trace of his presence in the cafeteria. After that, you restrained him and led him back up to the third floor.

You took him to your office, deciding it could be a nice change of scenery for him, and you were also excited to bring a patient in for the first time. Once the door was locked and his restraints had been removed, he walked around to inspect everything in sight.

“It’s not finished yet, but what do you think so far?” You asked, hoping for a positive response.

“It’s a hell of a lot better than the toy store your boss has going on, I’ll give you that. It is kind of empty though.” He commented, turning to face you.

You took in the space, running through your mental checklist and not coming up short on anything aside from curtains and a few odds and ends.

“What do you mean?” You frowned.

“Don’t people usually have personal stuff? Aside from the degree on the wall, you don’t really have anything in here. Shouldn’t there be family photos, a picture of your dog or something? Some junk lying around?” He asked, leaning forward on your desk to rest his chin in the palm of his hand.

You bit the inside of your lip, unsure of how to respond. You hadn’t even thought about it, but it was now glaringly obvious that it probably was a bit strange to lack a personal touch. Usually, one would have a family or a pet to showcase, but you were once again facing the realization that your life was void of pretty much everything aside from work.

“Yeah, I guess we’ll just have to consider it a work in progress.” You gave a dry chuckle, but the skeptical look that crossed his features did not go unnoticed. You were thankful he said nothing more on the subject, choosing instead to lounge and let his eyes fall shut.

You observed him, letting your eyes trail along every detail of his face. It was still strange to you how different he looked from the past, but even with the damage to his skin, you still found him captivating.

His lids fluttered open, eyes locking onto yours. You glanced away, feigning innocence, as if you had not been locked onto his features a moment before.

“By the way, I forgot to thank you for your present.” He grinned.

You stared at him in confusion until the memory of you setting the book on his table came forward, and you laughed at how you imagined his face to look when he had found it.

“Oh yeah, did you like it?” You beamed, and he shook his head with a chuckle.

“Yeah, very informative. You sure get me, doll.”

You had been at the store when you stumbled upon a guided-meditation book, and had been reminded of his off-handed comment about liking yoga during Level Three’s fitness day. Glancing inside, you had seen a few large sections covering different poses. While you knew his statement had been said in jest, only serving the purpose of making a pass at you, you’d thought it would be comical to get it for him nonetheless.

“You never know, if you give it a chance and take a look at it one day, you might find something interesting in there.” You hummed.

“I read through it after I found it.” He told you nonchalantly. Your brows raised in surprise.

“Did you?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking. You had assumed he would have given it a laugh and tucked it away, you really hadn’t anticipated him putting any thought into it.

“Well, yeah. You got it for me.” He shrugged, and you swelled with warmth. Whether it was because he took it as a professional recommendation, or simply as a kind gesture of friendship, mattered little. You were glad that however he viewed you, it was enough for him to look into something you had given him.

“Was there anything in there that you liked?” You asked, unable to hide the joy that was surely radiating from you.

“Yeah, actually. There was a section for bonding with others. It had paired poses, and said that it could help with building trust and whatever. I figured, since you’re putting in a lot of effort to work with me, maybe we should try something like that.” He said.

“Sure, we can try.” You agreed quickly. While it was an odd request, especially coming from him, it was progress. You weren’t sure if yoga would be something that could be beneficial to Dabi, but you were willing to try. The fact that he even brought it up was shocking, but you knew he must trust you to some degree to make the request.

You were too taken by him even asking to oppose in any fashion, excited that a gift had been well received. Your mind was clouded with enthusiastic thoughts of how this could bridge the way to a deeper connection, or give him a new coping mechanism for the future.

“I can take you back to your room and grab my fitness clothes, I think they’re out in my trunk. I’ll throw them on and we can run through some poses. Just, go easy on me. I’m sure I’m probably not going to do them right, but I’ll do my best.” You scratched your head sheepishly.

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You had dropped Dabi back off into his room and ran out to your car to get your gym bag. You could feel the skip in your step as you made your way back toward the building.

You were happy that Dabi was coming out of his shell. Having revealed a great deal about his past to you and then asking to do trust building was huge for him, and you were hopeful that this would snowball into something larger. If he could fully open up and trust you, then you’d have the highest chance of helping him to one day leave the facility. It filled you with optimism.

You entered the locker room on Level Two and threw on your tank top and leggings under a pair of scrubs, before making your way back up to his room. You gave a small knock before entering and found he was reclined against the wall, seemingly relaxed.

He gave a nod as you entered, and you removed the scrubs covering the clothing beneath. He stepped over to you, the book you had bought for him in hand, and showed you the pose he wanted to start with. You looked over it carefully before he instructed you to sit on the floor with your legs crossed. You did as you were told, making yourself comfortable as he sat in the same fashion with his back pressed to yours.

You could feel the warmth that was emitting from him and it felt soothing in contrast to the chilly air of the asylum. His arms lifted slowly, extending straight out to the side. You mirrored him, taking a deep breath as you felt your muscles stretch.

“Now loop under and hold onto my arms.” He said softly. Your hands dipped beneath his and gently grasped his wrists, reaching as far as you could. His head leaned back and rested against yours, and you heard him inhale deeply.

“Is this right?” You asked after a moment, wanting to make sure you were doing the pose properly, hoping you had remembered from the reference photo he showed you.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” He hummed, words tumbling from his mouth lazily, almost sounding as if he was half asleep.

You sat like that for a while, no more words leaving either of you. It was calming, and you did feel close to him, so you supposed it was a good choice. It was hard for your mind to wander, your focus pulled to every shift in his body. Each time his arms flexed, or his shoulder blades pressed against you as he slightly readjusted.

Finally, his arms slowly fell, and yours followed until his palms were pressed to the floor, your fingers still lightly gripping the skin of his arm.

“You up for another one?” He asked, glancing at you from over his shoulder, his cheek grazing the top of your head as he spoke.

“Yeah, how do you want me?” You asked, shifting to look at him.

His eyes trailed down your form, taking in every part of you, before he looked back to your face and pushed himself to stand.

“Lay down on your back.” He said softly, and you complied, the floor feeling frozen beneath you.

He told you to keep your arms against the ground at your side, and put your weight against your elbows as you lifted your feet straight up. You kicked them into the air until most of your back was no longer touching the floor. Only your head, shoulders and elbows were left to support your body, and you recognized the position as a shoulder stand.

“So, like this?” You asked, head tilting back as much as you could to look up to where he stood, his feet just above your head. He inspected you quickly before giving an approving nod.

“Yeah, and now just stretch your legs forward in front of you until the top of your feet rest against my tailbone.” He said, placing his hands beside your head as he bent forward, arching into a downward dog pose overtop of you.

His face was so close, hovering just above your own. You could see his bangs move as you exhaled, and each of his warm breaths ghosted across your cheeks. Though he was upside down in your vision, you had the clearest view of his eyes, seeing yourself reflected in the ocean-like pools of his iris.

You felt the rekindling of your attraction, and suddenly felt too aware of his presence, so much so that you were overwhelmed by it. Caged beneath him with his arms boxing you in, a thought fluttered through your mind without your consent, silently wishing that you could remain in this position for as long as possible. It felt intimate, much more so than you should be with a patient, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move away.

You were conflicted, as you often were with him, feeling like any choice you could make was a wrong one. You had agreed to do this and hadn’t checked all of the poses in advance, which you could admit was fully on you. Dabi was sly and you should have expected it from him to try and invade your space as much as possible, but he did genuinely seem to enjoy it, as well. If this was actually a moment where he was allowing himself to be open with you or try to connect, pushing him away could tarnish any future attempts.

On a deeper level, your internal battle raged on because each time he got closer, you could feel the thinning threads of your willpower pulling so tightly that they snapped, wanting to indulge in him. Allow whatever moment he was attempting to create come to fruition.

“I wanted to thank you.” He said, his tone almost a whisper. You found yourself entranced, unable to respond.

“Today was good. I liked this…doing this with you.” His head dipped lower as he spoke, shifting forward so his lips brushed against yours.

“I’m glad.” You mumbled quietly. Your heartbeat reverberated in your chest loudly and your head swelled with pressure, making your thoughts fuzzy. You imagined the situation being similar to being caught on a set of tracks and watching the approaching train prepare to impact you at full speed. So you did the only thing you felt you could.

You closed your eyes and let it hit you.

His lips engulfed yours, moving against them feverishly as your legs fell to the floor. He dropped down to a kneel and removed his hands from the ground to cup your cheeks. You sighed as his teeth dragged along your lower lip, your mind completely blank. You pushed yourself up, lifting from the floor and breaking the kiss as you turned to face him. He grabbed your hips and pulled you taut against him so that you straddled his lap.

Heated palms trailed firmly along your sides, kneading the flesh as he pulled you back into a kiss. Your hands reached up, thumbs caressing the rough skin of his jaw delicately as your tongue brushed against his.

You were too lost to the pleasure of his touch to be rational, your self control laid in shambles at your feet. The momentary euphoria scratched a deep itch, fulfilling the lonesomeness and longing that you had denied yourself in the face of your ambitions.

His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping at the base of your head as he pulled you further into himself. His other hand slipped beneath your top, fingertips tracing up to your ribs and prodding at the underwire of your bra.

His mouth moved down, lips ghosting along your neck as you released a shaky breath, grabbing onto his shoulders for support. His hand cupped your breast, squeezing it. Your head fell back, enjoying each sensation that seemed to spark within you.

You felt wanted. He made you feel alive. You were too far gone to see where you truly stood, the concept of doctor and patient was far from your perspective. You were just two people, two strangers with a bond that you were acting on.

But at the sound of a distant door slamming, the spell was broken. The time that had seemed to still around him suddenly sped back up, and you were fully aware of the boundaries that you crossed, and the risk you had imposed on yourself by falling victim to temptation.

You untangled yourself from him, quickly pushing yourself to stand as you sucked in heavy breaths. The mild irritation that rolled off of him in waves was hard to ignore, but you turned regardless.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered, hand covering your mouth as you jogged to the door.

Suddenly, he was behind you, his hand pushing the door shut just as you began to pull it open. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him, pressing your back firmly against the structure behind you. Your eyes locked onto the floor, unsure of how you could meet his gaze.

“You’re really gonna just run off like that?” He said through gritted teeth, and you groaned as your head slumped forward against his shoulder.

“What else am I supposed to do? If I got caught with you, not only would I lose you as a patient, I’d be out of a job. Probably would get my license revoked.” You sighed, pulling back to look up at him finally.

“I’m not going to tell anyone.” He shrugged.

“It isn’t about that. I can’t just risk everything I’ve worked so hard for. I should’ve stopped it once it started, it was a moment of weakness on my part and it isn’t fair to you.” You told him, guilt and shame eating at your core.

“So, it was just a mistake, huh?” He laughed, looking at you in disbelief.

“No, it wasn’t a mistake. I wanted to, but that’s the problem. I can’t act on impulses like that. I’m here to guide you and try to find what you need to heal.” You explained, hoping to convey your sincerity.

“What if you’re what I need?” He asked, raising a hand to twirl a loose strand of your hair around his finger.

“I can’t be intimate with you and be your psychiatrist. It has to be one or the other. Honestly, I’m not even sure I’m fit to be your doctor.” You said, lightly gripping his hand and lowering it back to his side.

“I won’t work with anyone else.” He reminded you, and you nodded, fully aware of his resistance to treatment prior to your arrival.

“I know.” You spoke softly, falling silent in hopes that an answer to the situation would appear, but none came to mind.

“I’ll back off.” He relented, holding his hands up in defeat.

“I don’t want to hurt you, though. Now that I’ve crossed that line, things can’t just go back to what they were.” You said, exasperated.

“I’m not going to get hurt. The way I see it, I know you feel something when you see me. That’s enough. We‘ll just pretend it never got this far.” He shrugged once more, his tone indifferent.

“I don’t think-“

“Look, you’re the only good thing that’s happened since I’ve been locked up. If you’re not here with me, I’m never getting out of this place. You’re the only one who has a shot at fixing me, so I’m not going to throw it away. If it has to be one or the other, I’ll back off. We just carry on as normal, you come in and try to make me a better person, I’ll hit on you and occasionally open up until I’m cured.” He explained as if it were the most simple thing in the world.

You rolled over his words, unconvinced. It was as if he didn’t recognize the seriousness of the situation, and that notion left you feeling slightly irked. He gauged your reaction, glancing between your eyes and the small frown pulling at your lips, before speaking again.

“If I can’t have you exactly how I want you, that’ll have to be fine. Maybe I’ll be a little more crude, or bold at times, but I’ll reel it in. I won’t let it get this far again, so as long as you can live with knowing how I see you, I don’t think there’s an issue with you continuing to treat me. You can even get yourself a boyfriend or something to pass the time, but once I’m out of here, or out of your care, you’re mine.” He whispered, leaning forward so that his lips ghosted the shell of your ear.

You felt as if you were being overpowered, his confidence on the matter overshadowed your thoughts, as you were already doubtful about trusting your own judgment. Even though you were tense, irritated with yourself for what happened, the familiar flare of arousal came forth once more, but just as you were about to complain, he stepped away and walked over to his bed.

“See? It’s fine.” He grinned, flopping back as he laid down fully.

“Okay, we’ll try it your way, but if anything else happens, I’ll have to release you from my care.” You informed him apprehensively, hoping you were making the right choice.

“I know, doll.” He gave a solemn smile, and with that, you turned and left the room.

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You stepped out of the locker room after having gone to fix your scrubs and hair, hoping your appearance would not give away anything that had happened. You had stared at your reflection for a while before exiting, trying to piece together how you had been so careless, acting recklessly without thought was unlike you, and you felt a deep rooted disappointment in yourself.

You could no longer hear the bustle and chatter throughout the halls, so you assumed visitation had ended. You pulled out your phone and checked the time, seeing your assumption was correct. You made your way down to the cafeteria in hopes of grabbing a coffee and taking a small breather so you could collect yourself.

Once you had a coffee in hand, you slid into the seat of an empty table at the back of the room beside the windows looking out into the courtyard. You watched thick clouds roll through overcast skies, your mind elsewhere, when the chair across from you scrapped against the floor.

Todoroki perched himself into the seat wordlessly, taking a small bite of his sandwich as if he hadn’t noticed your presence. You glanced around the room at all of the empty tables, before turning your attention back to him.

“Hello.” You greeted, and he looked up at you, giving a small nod as he continued to eat.

“Did you…need something?” You asked, confused at his actions.

“Do you?” He responded, offering a blank stare.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I work in a mental hospital. I’m familiar with seeing signs of distress on patients, and you are displaying them.” He explained, turning his attention back to his lunch.

“I’m just having a rough day, I’m not going to have a breakdown or anything.” You assured him with a small laugh.

“I didn’t come over here to judge you. I just came to listen, if you think it would help.” He told you curtly. While you admired his direct approach, you were unsure of how to unload on him without exposing yourself.

When you remained silent, he sighed, using a napkin to wipe his mouth before clasping his hands atop the table.

“You are well acquainted with Midoriya.” He stated, and you nodded, though you were unsure if it was a question or an observation.

“He and I have known each other for a long time. While we are very different people, and often disagree on our perspectives, we are able to gain a lot of insight from speaking openly. We have both communicated as best as we could during tense situations, and it often is uplifting.” He said, looking at you expectantly.

“So, you want me to open up to you?” You asked, not sure if you were grasping what he was trying to say.

“To someone. A friend, maybe. I’m aware that we don’t know each other well, but I would gladly listen if you wanted me to. I just thought you should know that if you are suffering, you don’t have to do it alone. People, especially in this field of work, are usually more than willing to offer guidance or assistance however they can. I learned from Midoriya that there are always people who are willing to hear your side of the story and stand with you. I think you probably have people who can do that for you, as well.” He smiled, and as small as it was, it did provide comfort.

“Thank you, Todoroki.” You said warmly. While you were primarily a loner, you felt a sense of inspiration from his words. There was only one person who came to mind though that you would feel comfortable speaking with, but it had been so long since you had talked, you figured it would be strange to reach out all these years later out of the blue.

“Just Shouto is fine.” He said, pushing himself to stand and carrying his tray back up toward the trash cans.

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You flopped onto your bed, your body heavy with exhaustion. Your mind was all over the place, running through the events that had transpired earlier as if it were a movie, each scene replaying vividly before you.

You rolled onto your stomach, grabbing your phone from the nightstand as you scrolled through contacts. You felt uncomfortable at the notion of calling an old friend, but Shouto was right, it probably was best to talk to someone you knew would be impartial. Someone who would listen. With your mind made up, you hit the call button and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” His tired voice groaned into the phone after the third ring.

“Hey, Shinso. Long time no talk.” You said.

“Holy shit, it’s weird to hear your voice again. I figured you died or something.” He laughed.

“Nope, still alive and kicking. How have you been?” You asked.

“Eh, alright. Started up as a hypnotherapist a couple of years ago and have mainly just been doing that. I work a lot with the police and private investigators, a few therapists here and there, too.” He told you, and your brows raised in surprise.

“Wow, that’s amazing. Sounds like you’ve been busy.” You smiled, feeling happy for him.

“Yeah, thanks. It definitely is never boring. How have you been?” He asked.

“I started at Yuuie Asylum recently for my residency, and I’m working under Dr. Aizawa right now. Also, I have zero personal life.” You laughed.

“Oh, I hear you on that. That’s great though, you get to work with one of the best. So, kind of weird for you to call me up. What’s going on?” He pressed, tone serious, and you felt your stomach churn with nervousness as you debated on what to say.

“I wanted to ask your opinion on something. No judgment.” You told him.

“Alright, shoot.” He said.

“Okay. So there’s a patient in my care. He’s attracted to me, and I think he has been since before I got this job. He used to come in back when I was at the behavior unit in the hospital, and he requested for me to be his doctor when he saw me at the asylum. I’ve noticed that I may have some level of feelings for him also, but he refuses to work with anyone else, so I don’t think releasing him from my care would be in his best interest. He would shut down and withdraw, like he was before I got there. I’m just not really sure what the right call is. If I continue being his psychiatrist, I feel like I’m putting him in a weird position where I can’t treat him fairly, my perception will be skewed.” You laid it all out and waited with baited breath for him to speak.

“I think you should keep working with him. Sure, there may be tension there, but if you’re the only one he’s willing to talk to right now, it’s at least offering him some progress. Having feelings towards a patient isn’t really that uncommon, you know them better than anyone, sometimes better than they know themselves. Especially in the asylum, you’re locked in there together for most of your time, I’d imagine. You are his doctor, but you’re also your own independent person who is allowed to feel things. It’s natural. Plus, if you left, that could shatter his trust of working with anyone in the future, or make him regress. Wounds of abandonment are hard to heal. I’d say as long as you’re not acting on your impulses, you’ll be able to be objective enough to provide him decent care. When he improves further, then maybe reassess and see if he would be able to have someone else take over.” He reasoned.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” You said, trying to force a relieved tone. You didn’t want him to hear the dread in your voice over your internal turmoil.

“It’ll be okay. I think you’ll make the right decision. If anything ever sparks, just do your best to shut it down.” His voice came out softer, as if he knew you needed to hear something soothing.

“What if I mess up? Or make a bad call?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

“Do you feel like you’re in danger of doing that?” He asked.

“No, I don’t think so.” You lied, closing your eyes as you silently cursed yourself. You were too worried and ashamed to admit the wrongs that you had already committed.

“Then I wouldn’t worry about it. Even if you do, it’s okay. Everyone slips up once in a while, you’re only human. I’d say if you both feel comfortable with the arrangement, just proceed with caution. Do your best to put him first. As long as that’s your intention, I think you’ll be alright. If you start feeling like it’s crossing a line, or you’re in a position to risk his health or your job, then you’ll know it’s time to relieve him from your rotation and let someone else take over. From there, he’ll just have to learn how to work with others.” He said, and you let your head fall to the bed.

“Yeah, I know. Thank you for listening.” You tried to sound sincere, though you felt no less lost than before you had called.

“No problem, I’m going to get to bed, but keep in touch. It was good to hear from you again.” He admitted.

“Alright, have a good night. And sure, I’ll call you soon. Maybe we can grab lunch and catch up or something.” You offered.

“Sure, I’d like that. Good night!”

The line went dead, and you groaned into the mattress. You were left with your abundance of worries that did not seem to dissipate. The only solution you could think of was to distance yourself from Dabi and try to regain control of yourself.

You would continue working with him, as you feared that leaving now would hinder him in the long run. You did not doubt that he would feel abandoned and refuse treatment, giving himself a life-sentence in that place. You just had to do your best and try to kill off the emotions that lingered inside of you. You didn’t want him to feel like you had turned on him or were put off by him, but you had to shift focus somewhere else so that you didn’t put your fragile balancing act further at risk.

Perhaps he was right, maybe you should find someone to pass the time. At least then it would hopefully relieve the ache of loneliness that you seemed to always carry. If you had somewhere to put that attention, it could stop it from bubbling up at work.

Feeling somewhat settled on the course of action you needed to follow, you attempted to will yourself into a deep slumber. Your mind would not quiet, worried about how you seemed to stray further from yourself each day. Since you had accepted the job, you’ve been having slip ups, making messy choices. You wondered if you were truly losing touch with yourself, if you had been in over your head in thinking you were cut out for this line of work.

Tossing and turning through the night, you could not rid yourself of the anxiousness that filled you, but eventually, you were met with the bliss of unconsciousness.

#dabi #dabi smut #dabi x female reader #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x y/n #bnha #bnha dabi #hawks smut #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #hawks x female reader #hawks x y/n #keigo takami #mha #bakugou x reader #dabi au #touya todoroki

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pocketramblr · 2 years

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wipmas day 9

from “the one thats an excuse to draw yoichi like a pinup girl” wip

“Come on, Leader, I want to help more.” Yoichi insisted. “I can help more- especially now, with Misa’s ankle, we need it.”

Misa, of the aforementioned ankle that was probably only sprained, shook his head. This was the third time they had heard Yoichi and Aruji arguing about this- today. The first time that it had been semipublic though, in the corner of the cafeteria.

Aruji chewed his bite of onigiri far longer than he needed to, then finally answered, “Yoichi, I know- which is why Suno and Striker B are covering what they can of Misa’s hits for the next two weeks, and we’re reducing the unnecessary ones. But If you want to help Misa, ask them about it.”

“We already finished all his paperwork two days ago, you know that.” Yoichi was telling the truth- while Misa normally accepted more of his help in that area, with the injury keeping him sitting he’d actually caught up on his own.

Their leader just shook his head.

“Then take a break, you both deserve it.”

Yoichi crossed his arms and glared at Aruji, who didn’t even try to look back, keeping his eyes on his food so he couldn’t lose the standoff.

Misa felt Yoichi’s gaze look to him for backup, and they glanced away- at the pair coming up to the table.

“Boss!” Suno was half dressed from his mission and with his second, Tonoike, a cactus haired woman. Neither looked too beaten up. “We got the supplies, Strikers unloading them now.”

Aruji nodded at them. “I’ll make sure its processed.”

“You handing out more tasks now?” Tonoike, always eager, asked with a glance at Yoichi and Misa.

“No.” Aruji waved them off. “You all go enjoy your break.”

“But Leader,” Yoichi’s voice was quieter, but no softer.

Suno still picked up on it, and Misa bit back their sigh. Well, apparently the ‘not that beaten up’ look wouldn’t last long.

“What, he still begging for more?” He asked Aruji, pointing to Yoichi.

Aruji looked like he was biting back a sigh of his own.

“C’mon, Boss, if you can’t think of something, I’m sure I can.” Suno’s tone turned cruel. “Lets see, he’s not trusted by enough to let him in the kitchens, he’s already on cleaning rotation, he’s got too high a reward for him to let him on missions, and he doesn’t even have enough meat on him to try recruitment sends.”

“Suno.” Tonoike nudged him with her elbow, looking ready to nudge him with something much sharper if he didn’t stop it.

“I’m just letting Shigaraki know, that if he wants to be useful, he can stop wasting our time with these requests. Keep to cleaning and the little things he does for you and keep quiet so we can actually take down his brother, you know?” Suno lifted his hands up defensively.

That was what crossed the line for Aruji, and Misa put his hand on his leg to stop him from opening his mouth.

“Go get some food and a shower, Suno, you need both right now.” Misa pulled rank and tried not to imagine pulling off his headband and gagging Suno with it to shut him up.

Suno nodded and gave a little salute, but paused as he passed Yoichi, muttering something that made the man’s scowl deepen.

Aruji waited for them to get out of hearing range, then sighed. “Yoichi, I-“

“Don’t bother.” Yoichi’s tone was clipped. “Misa, I need you outside for a minute?”

Misa blinked.

“Um, sure, if you don’t mind carrying my things.”

Yoichi grabbed them, and his, without another word. Misa hurried to grab their crutch and catch up to Yoichi before he left the café to wherever they were going.

#misa is third #aruji is second #wipmas

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huliganships · 2 years

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A Marriage of Inconvenience - Part 5

|“You’re what?!” Ochako shrieked out and grabbed Izuku by the shoulders. “Izuku, tell me it isn’t so!”

“But it is!” Izuku answered and grabbed his friend’s hands in his. “He asked me to be his mate and I said yes and we’re engaged now!”

The two of them had huddled away into a secluded corner as soon as they had found each other and Ochako had demanded to know everything, so Izuku had told her the story. Of course, without the part where it was more of an arrangement than a passionate proposal.

“I thought he couldn’t stand you!” Ochako said and Izuku shrugged.

“I thought so too, but he wouldn’t have proposed to me if that were true, wouldn’t he?”

“I suppose not…” Ochako trailed off before refocusing her gaze on him. “But what about you? Do you love him?”

And wasn’t that the question that Izuku had asked himself for the last two weeks? What did he feel about Katsuki? His heart already knew the answer but his brain was still too afraid to say so.

“I like him a lot,” Izuku confessed into the half-dark of the alcove they were in, his hands squeezing his friends tightly. “I’m afraid it won’t need much for me to love him.”

“Oh, Izuku,” Ochako sighed and pulled him into a hug. “I’m so happy for you! I was worried when I heard whispers about Shigaraki but now you’re so happy! Oh, I could cry!”

“Please don’t! You know I can’t help myself and start crying too!”

They quickly embraced before Ochako pulled away and frowned at him.

“But what about the rumors about Shigaraki?”

He hurriedly explained his father’s original plans and the encounter from earlier and Ochako clasped her mouth in shock.

“Good for you,” she said and grabbed his hand again. “God for Katsuki too. I would hate for you to have to marry someone like that. I think you will be much happier as a Bakugou than a Shigaraki.”

“I think so too,” he grinned before looking around. “I best try and find him again, the ball isn’t over yet.”

“I see how it is,” his friend said with a sly smile on her face and Izuku could feel himself blush. “Barely engaged for a fortnight and already you’re off chasing after your husband-to-be, leaving your friends behind like that.”

“That’s not how it is at all!” Izuku protested but Ochako only laughed at him.

“I wouldn’t hope so,” a new voice interrupted them and Izuku felt a shiver run down his back. He whirled around and came face to face with Shigaraki Tomura. “It would be a shame if all of your time was taken up by your paramour. You did promise me a dance after all.”

“O-Of course, my lord,” Izuku answered and he could feel Ochako pressing up to his back in support. “I’ll be right there with you.”

“I’ll be waiting in the ballroom.” And with one last lingering look that left Izuku feeling dirty, he turned around and walked away.

“What a disgusting man,” Ochako whispered and Izuku nodded.

“Can you find Katsuki for me? I don’t dare to let Shigaraki wait.”

“Of course,” his friend said and disappeared into the crowd. Izuku took a moment to gather himself before he drew back his shoulders and made his way over to the ballroom. Shigaraki was waiting for him in the doorway and held out his arm to Izuku. They moved onto the dancefloor just as a new line of dancers took their places. Izuku’s eyes wandered around the room, trying to find someone familiar, but had no luck.

The music started and the line began to move.

“I wonder, Midoriya,” Tomura said as he took his hand and Izuku felt a shudder running through his body at how cracked and dry the skin of the Alpha was. “Did you know that our fathers had come to an agreement about our futures? Or were you ignorant about it?”

Izuku resolutely kept staring straight ahead, his feet moving in the well-known pattern of the dance line.

“I was aware,” he answered while trying to not appear as rude.

“So you destroyed their plans with intent?”

“Good sir, I think you are mistaken,” Izuku said with a smile that was as sweet as it was fake. “I didn’t intend to destroy any plan. I simply followed my heart and I hope that one day you can do the same.”

“What if my heart was leading me to you? What would you do then?”

Izuku almost tripped over his own feet upon hearing that. He quickly recovered his footing but the damage had been done. Tomura kept pressing his point, all the while trying to pull Izuku closer to him in the line.

“I’ve admired you from afar for a while now. When the opportunity presented itself I begged my father to make a deal on my behalf.”

“Lord Shigaraki,” Izuku said while stepping back in line and reestablishing the proper distance between them. It was one thing if Katsuki did it, a whole other if it was Tomura. “I beg you, don’t tease me so. Before today we haven’t spoken a word to each other, do you really want me to believe you’ve harbored such deep feelings for me the entire time?”

“Maybe I’ve just been too shy to approach you up until now.”

The dance was slowly coming to an end and Izuku breathed out a sigh of relief. His eyes wandered over the crowd while trying to formulate a response when he caught sight of something. Katsuki and Ochako were standing at the edge of the room together with a few other people and were watching the dancers. Katsuki’s gaze found him immediately and at once Izuku felt lighter, his shoulder straightening with more confidence.

He had nothing to fear.

“If that was the case then I can only sincerely apologize,” Izuku said, his hand itching to remove itself from Tomura’s grip. “I did not know about your regard but I have to be truthful. Even if I had known about it, it wouldn’t have changed my decision.”

“How cruel of you,” Tomura said, his voice dripping with ice. “To disregard someone’s affection like this is a bad character trait.”

“Making advances on an engaged and unwilling man is as well,” Izuku countered and came to a stop together with the other dancers. Out of the corner of his eye, he could already see Katsuki coming towards them. “Thank you for this dance. It will have been the last one.”

And with that, he turned around and walked away.

Or he would have if Shigaraki had let go of his hand.

“I still have things I need to say to you, Midoriya. If you will please accompany me to one of the sitting rooms?”

“Sir, I must insist that you unhand me right now,” Izuku said, unwilling to raise his voice.

“Won’t you indulge me for a little while longer?”

“No, he will not,” Katsuki said and gripped Tomura’s wrist until he was forced to let go of Izuku. The air was filled with angry Alpha pheromones and Izuku felt his knees weaken. “Now, I hope you enjoyed your dance with my fiancé. It will be the last close contact you had with him.”

“How dare you,” Tomura hissed out from behind gritted teeth, but Katsuki ignored him in favor of offering his arm to Izuku. Together they left the ballroom and a lot of curious gazes behind.

“Thank you,” Izuku said as Katsuki took them into one of the well-lit sitting rooms adjacent to the ballroom. One group of people occupied a card table, while another group stood around a pianoforte, intently listening to a young Omega perform. Katsuki led him to one of the couches and took a seat next to Izuku, their thighs touching.

“Are you alright?” Katsuki asked while he carefully inspected Izuku’s wrist.

Izuku nodded.

“Yes, you intervened before he could drag me away.”

“That bastard,” Katsuki hissed out and Izuku was surprised to find true hatred in his eyes. “If he ever comes near you again I’ll kill him where he stands, title and influence be damned.”

Izuku’s stomach swooped and he couldn’t help how completely enamored his face had to look. Slowly, he pulled Katsuki’s hands towards his face and gently pressed his lips against Katsuki’s knuckles. It was a gesture reserved for mated Omegas, not courtship. Only Alphas showed their regard this way. He could hear Katsuki’s breath hitch.

“Thank you,” Izuku said again and released Katsuki’s hands. They didn’t go far, falling to the couch between them, his fingertips touching Izuku’s thigh.

“Always,” Katsuki answered and Izuku smiled.

He liked the sound of that.

“It was good thinking of you to send Round Face to find me,” Katsuki said after a little while and Izuku looked at him in confusion.

“Round Face? Do you mean Ochako?”

“I don’t know what her name is.”

“Well, I hate to tell you, but she’s my best friend and if you marry me you’ll have to see her a lot more often, so you should learn her name,” Izuku said with a wry grin.

“When,” Katsuki answered and Izuku was only more confused.

“Pardon me?”

“When I marry you, not if.” The grin on Katsuki’s face turned wicked and Izuku felt himself blush. “You’re not getting rid of me.”

“Oh,” Izuku squeaked out, his face burning and his heart beating as fast as a racehorse.

“You’re looking a bit warm there. Let me get you something to drink. I’ll be right back.” With that, Katsuki stood up and left the room. Izuku used his hand to fan air at his face and cool down. He had not been prepared for so much blatant flirting from Katsuki, especially not in front of all of these people.

While he was waiting, his eyes wandered through the room and stopped at the group of nobles around the pianoforte. The young Omega was still playing, but Izuku didn’t recognize her. That wasn’t true for the women standing near it though.

Like a sudden shock to his system, he realized one of them was Utsushimi Camie. And from the way she looked right back at Izuku she had noticed him too.

“I’m just saying,” one of the women around Camie said, loud enough that it was clear she had already looked too deep into her glass and had no control over her volume anymore. “It’s strange. For years they can’t even stand to be in the same room as the other and now suddenly they’ll get married? I think something else is going on here!”

“Oh?” Camie said, her fan held delicately in her hands and covering part of her mouth. Izuku could still see her smiling though. “What could you possibly mean by that?”

“Well, Lord Bakugou hasn’t been seen at these parties for a while. And at the last public ball, Midoriya made a fool out of himself after drinking one too many glasses of liquor. What if something happened between them and now they have to face the consequences of their actions?”

Izuku felt a cold dread wash threw him upon hearing those words. Was that what people were thinking about him? That he was a loose Omega and Katsuki and he had to pay for a drunken mistake now?

Camie was silent for a moment, her eyes focused on Izuku alone. Then she shook her head, that strange smile still on her lips.

“No, I don’t think you are correct. Bakugou Katsuki is an honorable man. He wouldn’t stoop as low as that. I think he may have different motives for announcing this… arrangement. Being seen as desirable makes people act after all, and my father did set my bride price considerably high. Maybe he will relent now that it seems an alliance with the Bakugous is off the table.”

The cold dread in his stomach turned to rage. Who did this woman think she was, insulting Izuku like that, and to his face nonetheless? He knew he wasn’t the picture-perfect Omega she was, but he wasn’t undesirable. He had suitors before, but none had met his father's rather high standards, so they had never been allowed to court him.

But it seemed Camie wasn’t done with her insults yet.

“But all of this is just speculation, right? How about we get confirmation from Midoriya himself? He has been listening to us rather intently, hasn’t he?”

She stepped closer to him, her gaggle of friends at her heels.

“It is rather unbecoming to eavesdrop, I have to say.”

“Is it really eavesdropping if your drunken companion screams my name and the name of my fiancé through the entire sitting room, my lady?”

The look on her face suggested that she hadn’t expected him to snap back at her like that, but soon her calm, slightly condescending smile was back.

“Won’t you tell us how it happened, dear sir? Just how did this union between you and Katsuki come about? We’re all so curious!”

“I don’t see how my private matters are of any concern to you, my Lady,” he answered while standing up from his couch so she wasn’t hovering above him anymore.

“Well, I’d like to think the private matters of Katsuki are my concern, seeing as we were meant to be engaged. You can’t blame me for asking.”

“Oh, I can blame you, and I will,” he answered as haughty as possible. Camie and her friends gasped in shock, but Izuku was past the point of caring. It may be true that no one expected his engagement to Katsuki, nor did anyone think they were a good match. But in the end, it didn’t matter what everyone else thought. Izuku had chosen Katsuki and Katsuki had chosen Izuku. And everyone else would just have to learn how to deal with it.

“As far as I know, you and Katsuki barely know each other. Your engagement was a plan of your parents, not something out of any true desire or passion between you. At least, that’s what my fiancé told me when he proposed to me.”

He took a step closer to her and lowered his voice to make sure only she and maybe a few of her friends would be able to hear him.

“I think it strange that an Omega of your status and beauty would invest so much time in an engagement with an Alpha they know nothing about. Or is it like the saying goes? ‘You always want what you can’t have?’ That’s a sin, you know. To covet the things that don’t belong to you.”

Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed red in shame, but Izuku wasn’t done yet. His inner Omega was howling with the need to stake his claim on his Alpha, to mark him as Izuku’s and warn every other Omega to back off.

“Or could it be that you feel inferior? Not a feeling you’re well acquainted with, I am sure. Because here you are, the beautiful daughter of a wealthy noble, wanted by everyone and Katsuki chose me. He chose me and you can’t accept that you’ve lost against me.”

“How dare you,” Camie hissed at him, her face pale except for her anger-flushed cheeks. “You of all people have no right to speak to me in such a way.”

“I and my own noble title are not worth more or less than you, Miss Utsushimi, and you would do well in remembering that.” He stepped back, a sweet smile back on his face. “It was lovely meeting you, but I am afraid I have to go and find my fiancé. He still owes me a dance or two before the evening is over.”

“You think you can simply walk away after saying those scandalous falsehoods about me?” she growled and closed the distance between them again. “I demand an apology!”

“Why should he apologize?” a new voice said and both Izuku and Camie turned to the side to come face to face with a pleased-looking Katsuki. “My fiancé said nothing that was untrue.”

He stepped closer to Izuku and offered him a small glass of wine before brushing his lips over his cheek in a chaste kiss and scenting before looking at Camie again. The smile on his face was downright mean.

“Now, my future mate wants to dance with me and I see no reason to keep him waiting any longer. I bid you farewell, Miss Utsushimi.”

“Katsuki-” she started to say but one look from the Alpha silenced her.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to use my name. That is a right that belongs to my family and my close acquaintances which you do not count under. No offense, Miss Utsushimi, but the business relations of our families are not enough for these familiarities.”

Izuku took a sip from his wine to hide his smile, but he also slipped his arm around Katsuki’s so they would present a united front. He could hear the whispers of the people around them, but he didn’t care enough to listen.

One of Camie’s tipsy entourage stepped forward, her hand waving through the air.

“You can’t talk to her like that!” she slurred out. In her inebriated state, she didn’t pay enough attention to her glass that wasn’t entirely empty and a few droplets of wine flew through the air and landed on Camie’s pristine white dress.

Camie let out a shriek while Izuku tugged on Katsuki’s arm to signal they should leave. Before they turned away he addressed Camie one more time.

“You should quickly rinse that out with cold water. I hear lemon juice and vinegar are excellent for removing stains. Maybe it will also work on your reputation.”

Quickly, Katsuki pulled Izuku along with him, away from Camie’s screaming. His body shook and Izuku was concerned for a second. At least until Katsuki pushed him into one of the small alcoves along the hallway and Izuku saw that he was furiously holding back laughter.

“By the lord, Deku,” he wheezed out after a little while, his face flushed red from his amusement. “That was savage. I didn’t know you had it in you!”

“Well, what was I supposed to do?” Izuku laughed in return. “I couldn’t let her insult me or you like that!”

“God, I adore you,” Katsuki said and suddenly the air around them was thick with tension. Katsuki’s eyes were wide in shock and Izuku was sure his own face looked similar. Neither one of them spoke, too afraid to break the sudden silence that had descended upon them.

Izuku could feel his heart beat faster in excitement. A slow smile broke out on his face and he gently reached over to take one of Katsuki’s hands in his.

“Good,” he whispered, his voice barely loud enough to be heard. “I adore you too.”

Katsuki let out a long breath and squeezed his hand in return.

“I didn’t think it would come to this,” Katsuki confessed, and hidden in their little alcove it was almost as if the noise of the ball faded away and it was just the two of them, alone together. “When I asked you to marry me, I didn’t think it would feel like this. The longer you’ve been mine the more of a fool I feel for how I acted in our past.”

Izuku was quick to shake his head.

“It’s not your fault. Society has taught us that power and ranks are more important than anything else. I can’t blame you for something my own father practices and preaches to me too.”

“But you should,” Katsuki answered, suddenly fierce and right in Izuku’s face. His nose was filled with Katsuki’s familiar scent, his pheromones calling to him on a primal level, and his Omega purred in happiness. “You deserve so much more than me.”

“But I don’t want anything else but you,” Izuku answered and the look on Katsuki’s face was enough to make his knees buckle. They were so close and no one else was around, so Izuku wanted to be brave. He wanted Katsuki to be closer, to never let him go and take him somewhere far away to-

“There you are!”

Suddenly, Inko appeared next to them, causing them to spring away from each other, their faces a vibrant red.

“I’ve been searching for you two for ages! You haven’t even come to greet me, Katsuki!”

“I’m sorry, Aunty,” Katsuki said, clearly still a bit shaken. “I was held up by other acquaintances.”

“Oh, I know,” she said and Izuku couldn’t interpret the look on his mother’s face. “The two of you and your antics tonight are the talk of the ball. You won’t believe the things I’ve already heard just about tonight!”

“I’m sure people are exaggerating, mother,” Izuku said while trying to smooth down his ruffled cape.

“I’m not so sure about that, my dear,” she answered with a smile. “But the night is almost over and you two should enjoy it!”

She stepped to the side and pointedly inclined her head towards the ballroom.

“But maybe somewhere more public, yes? Where everyone can see you, so no more nasty rumors are being spread about.”

“Certainly,” Katsuki agreed before stepping out of the alcove. He offered his arm to Izuku and Inko and while Izuku linked his arm with his, Inko declined.

“I will retire to one of the sitting rooms with Mitsuki while Hisashi and Masrazu are playing the tables. But you two have fun! But not too much!”

Thoroughly embarrassed by his mother, Izuku and Katsuki made their way back toward the ballroom. But before they could enter, Katsuki stopped them and leaned down to brush his wrist against Izuku’s neck.

“There,” he said, a soft look in his eyes.

“Careful,” Izuku whispered, tears brimming in his eyes. “I might start to think you're a romantic.”

“I’ll have you know I can be plenty romantic if I am so inclined.”

“Oh?” Izuku said as they stepped inside, and it felt like immediately all eyes were on them. He smiled. “I can’t wait to see it.”

Part 1 | Part 4 | Part 6

#bkdk #fanfiction #Marriage of Inconvenience #regency au #pride and prejudice inspired #my writing #Part 5

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karma-lynn101 · 7 months

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"Where Would I Be Without You?"

Summary: Losing a seemingly unwinnable battle in the vestige realm against the blended forms of AFO and Shigaraki, Izuku feels hopeless.

....Not if Kacchan has anything to say about.

Word count: 1,408

Izuku stands in the void, somewhere between the realms of All for One and One for All. Twinkling stars that line the sky of One for All have been snuffed out by All for One’s incessant need to consume.

There’s no one left. All the vestiges have sacrificed themselves to stop an unstoppable force. Shigaraki’s hatred has bled through both realms. It’s hard to focus, especially when All for One’s vestige is leering at him. Taunting him. Telling Izuku that he’s failed and to give up.

And he feels…. hopeless.

Of course, he can’t show that. This isn’t a training exercise that he can afford to fail. There’s more on the line than a trip to summer camp, or bragging rights in the hallway between the two hero classes. Failure means letting his predecessors’ sacrifices go in vain. Failure means allowing Shigaraki’s decay to spread.

It means he’s personally responsible for all the chaos and calamity that happens next.

The death.

The destruction.

All.

His.

Fault.

Izuku swallows past the lump in his throat. His mouth feels dry, staring down the monstrosity that is neither half-Shigaraki, half-All for One, but an uneven mix of both. It’s hard to discern which parts are Shigaraki and which parts are All for One.

“Midoriya!” Shigaraki’s gravelly voice shouts across the battlefield. There’s no malice in his voice. It trembles a little, muffled through the layers of flesh and hands covering his mouth. He sounds hurt. He sounds scared.

Me too, Izuku thinks to himself. Me too.

But he can’t be scared. Heroes don’t get scared. Being scared means failure. And his mind is already going over what that means (again).

“It’s fine…” Izuku starts the famous catchphrase, but it dies in his throat. Pieces of a broken city float behind the merged-being. All he can smell is burning rubber, melted plastic, and sulfur.

“What are you going to do!?” All for One barks out. “You are nothing without One for All. That power was the only thing that made you special.” He seems to take great pleasure in telling Izuku this. Sipping on each and every syllable. “What are you, except a useless, worthless Deku?”

His eyes burn. “I’m going to stop you! I’m going to save-”

“Save who?” All for One asks, lowering his voice. But he might as well be standing right next to Izuku, hovering over his shoulder. “You can’t save anyone. You couldn’t even save the quirk that All Might wrongly gave to you.”

Izuku steadies himself. He tries to find a hidden anger within. That same boiling rage that he took out on Shigaraki not ten minutes prior. It has to be somewhere, tucked away. But the harder he tries to grab onto it, the more he finds himself breaking apart at the seams.

He pants, throat tight and heart racing.

Suddenly, he’s no longer Deku, the hero student, but deku, the boy who can’t do anything right.

Izuku trembles, hands balling and unballing into fists. “Stop!” He cries out, but All for One only digs his heels in. His mocking laughter pokes and prods at Izuku’s psyche. “S-stop.” He feels the telltale wetness running down his face.

I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I-

“Izuku,”

His head perks up. That voice!

“Why are you letting that geezer boss you around?”

Automatically a single word falls from his mouth. “Kacchan?” He goes to turn his head, but a gloved hand on his shoulder stops him. Izuku stares at it, not comprehending anything else.

Kacchan’s hand moves from his shoulder to his chin, gently moving Izuku’s focus to his face. Selfishly, Izuku drinks in every little detail. The barely-there scar just above his eye he got from a biking accident when they were kids. The small beauty mark, usually hidden by spiky hair, on his earlobe. Izuku soaks it all in, because this has to be a hallucination. His brain is granting him one last nice thing before he dies.

His eyes finally meet Kacchan’s fiery red. Izuku always thought it was a nice color. Red on orange. He’s stared into these eyes so many times before; he could draw them from memory in perfect detail a thousand times over, and still never grow weary of looking into them.

But there’s something different about them now, as he looks into those eyes. Something that confuses Izuku.

“Izuku,” Kacchan says again, voice turning a little sterner. But it lacks any of the venom that it held before. “Izuku, I need you here.”

Izuku continues to stare into his eyes, trying to figure out what’s different about them. His brain feels sluggish, unable to process anything else. In the background, he can vaguely make out All for One monologuing about one thing or another.

“Izuku, please.”

And that, that shakes something loose inside of him. Izuku can’t remember Kacchan resorting to begging to anyone, least of all him. Deku. The boy whose accomplishments start and end with One for All.

Kacchan never begs or pleads for anything.

He stares into those fiery eyes, and those fiery eyes stare back. Something occurs to Izuku then. Two puzzle pieces clicking into place.

“Kacchan,” he breathes.

That look in his eyes. It’s tender. It’s sweet. It's a fondness unlike any other. It’s….

….love.

Kacchan's smile grows. “There you are.” There’s a note of worry in his voice, like he’s scared that Izuku might have been gone forever. He leans forward, hand still holding Izuku’s chin sweetly. He says only four words. “Do your best, Izuku.”

Kacchan’s hand falls away from his face, and Izuku has to fight the urge to chase it. He fades, as if he had never been there at all. A ghost of a memory.

Izuku places a hand over his cheek, longing for the warm, gentle touch to return.

“Well, that was certainly entertaining!” All for One bellows.

Izuku narrows his eyes. He stares down All for One with contempt. There isn’t much he can do. The odds are stacked against him. Shigaraki’s anger is almost palpable, All for One is in control, and Izuku hasn’t a single quirk in his arsenal. It would be insane to still expect to win, but-just like his mentor-he’s as insane as they come.

He analyzes the distance between himself and All for One. The quirks that All for One still has dominion over (spikes, a strength booster, and a few that Izuku can’t place). And the chance that Shigaraki will help him fight back (ten percent. He’s crying out for help, but Izuku can’t rely on getting support).

Izuku digs within himself for a second time. Not for boiling resentments that he can use for energy to continue fighting. He finds what he needs, holding on to it.

“I’ll give you one chance to free Shigaraki and leave.” Even if All for One deserves to get punched on sight, it would be remiss of Izuku not to extend the same basic courtesy every other villain gets. Given, he wouldn’t usually extend them to a villain holding someone else captive, but this isn’t a normal day (for any of them).

When All for One speaks again, it’s with the same condescending tone. So sure of himself, even after facing not one but two humiliating defeats. “Why would I leave, Izuku Midoriya? I have everything I want. All I need to do is squash you, like I squashed all those other insignificant insects.”

Izuku subtly lowers down, bracing himself. “Is that why you killed your brother?”

“I did not kill my brother!” All for One yells. “Kudou killed my brother!” He divulges into a fit of sorts, cursing the second user of One for All. And for a second, his eyes are off Izuku.

Seeing a way in, Izuku rushes forward.

Kacchan said I should do my best, so that’s what I’m going to do!

In the split second it takes for All for One to calm down and realize Izuku’s barreling towards him, it’s already too late.

Izuku pulls from the embers of One for All, summoning all his remaining strength into knocking the supervillain back.

An explosion louder and more powerful than anything Izuku has seen before erupts. He’s sent flying through the expansion of desolate void. Time slows to a crawl. The burning city crumbles into nothing, raining down ash.

Shigaraki screams.

Right before his vision dims to black, head pounding and ears ringing, Izuku has only one thought.

Kacchan….

#cross posted on ao3 #bkdk fanfic #izuku mydoria #bakugou katsuki #final war arc #tw bullying #tw childhood trauma #soft bakugou #Do your best Izuku!#mha fanfiction #mha au #first bkdk fanfiction!

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major-victory · 2 years

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So now that I've finished season 1 of bnha, I wanna try and do a little analysis of what I do/don't like about it, or in otherwords: despite being a flashy action shounen with a fun basic hook that is well drawn and voice acted, why does it lose me?

I can't add a readmore, so bear with me here

Overall

I overall like the show a good bit. Switching over to English has definitely made it more engaging for me, though it is Entirely Possible that it's primarily due to Chris Sabat carrying it for me personally. But all of the actors are great, theyre well suited to their roles, and they feel well directed. (And I'm not biased at all that I hear Saitou when Chris speaks shut up, im sorry my fave role of his is such a small one when the man literally voiced in DBZ)

The hook IS genuinely fun. I LOVE the concept of a kid showing such an urgent desire to help that he inspired a known pro hero to push himself as well, and I am always weak for Strong OP Master accidentally adopting a kid that he initially wrote off, but in such a way that he would Kill for said child. Better still when, in order to make the child his apprentice, he gives the child a piece of his own power (see: the breaker for another fun example of this narrative) and this ends up hurting him down the line.

Animation

The animation is also very fun. They let these kids make Great Expressions -- lots of wrinkles and lines, over exaggerated when necessary to drive home the intensity. The action and posing is fun, tons of foreshortening, great camera angles for a lot of the fights.

So with all of that being as fun as it is, I think it loses me in 2 places: narrative and lighting.

Narrative

Basically -- the pacing just feels Off. I think I'm not a huge fan of introducing shigaraki so early in the game, instead of having no build up to them as a threat, and then turning around and going into the sports fest... it isn't even whiplash, it just doesn't feel like those arcs were supposed to come one after the other like that. Like there should have been an arc before USJ that helped ramp things up a bit more, made the USJ bit feel more impact full. In stead it just punched you in the arm, said "Jah! Bet that was scary" then ran off leaving you more confused why you were punched in the arm at all.

Lighting

Lighting really just boils down to All These Scenes Look The Same. They all have the same lighting intensity and shadow placements, every scene is as saturated as the last. Even the shots of Deku in the night, or Deku leaving school at sunset have largely similar lighting, it's just the color itself that is off.

There is only 1 scene I can recall in those first 15 eps (I'm 2 eps into season 2 so shh) that had any distinct lighting: the scene where Deku completes his beach cleaning and the sun is still rising. It created a fun back-lit effect on him, and was gorgeous when combined with the raw emotion and his scream. Loved That.

But there were other opportunities to use lighting just as dramatically, especially in the USJ battle sequences, when Shigaraki first appears. This is such a terrifying, heavy set of fights, but the whole time its illuminated like it's just a sunny day. There's no dramatic shadows that obscure half a characters face, no fun colorful spec lighting to help them stand out against the combat around them. They just look the same as they do in any other scene. I think, writing about this now, that has a huge impact on the fact that these fights are occasionally losing me. They're fun they're fast, theyre flashy, and I like that, but they don't look any different.

That said, I know there's a few scenes later in the show that look to change this up a bit, but I'm not sure when they do, or how often either.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #major ramblings #im tryong to be more like #ok well WHY dont you like broccoli #is it the taste? the smell? the texture or color?#is there someway to cook it or chop it up to make it easier to eat next time?#otherwise im just gonna keep feeding other people broccoli #without realizing there were ways to make it more apetizing #weird analogy maybe #but maybe you get the point

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burnrite · 2 years

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@guiltscorched

"boss," dabi murmurs, with an incline of the head that pretends at deferential. his grin stretches, a pleased and vicious thing, and he settles upon the plush couch in the fancy-ass room the once-called 'meta liberation army' have kindly given over. his gaze remains fixed upon shigaraki. "how's it feel, then? all that power."

“I don’t feel much of anything.”

His words are softly rasped; as to be expected from the leader at his point, voice never raising above a whisper, head tilting to fixate red-eyed gaze to his subordinate. Chapped lips remained pursed into a thin line, white hair spilling over his shoulders .. it’d gotten longer, at some point.

“Just ... the desire to destroy .. remains as always . . . the boiling . . hatred of living things in general . . . having an army of over ten thousand . . defer to me . . “ he licks his lips to wet them, eyelids half falling in a content cat like squint. “ . . we’ll bring so much . . death to Japan. I was going to do it . . either I had this power or not.”

Another slow blink, then much more does he focus on Dabi.

“ . . what about you . . ? It’s been . . a lot, since the Vanguard, hasn’t it. . ?”

#tomu / muse #guiltscorched

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call-memissbrightside · 2 years

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Author’s note: well if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions lol. You all seemed to really like this post about a ComputerScienceTomura and and LiberalArtsReader, and I really like the idea so I’m running with it!

Disclaimer: I know it’s technically summer but I recalled how I use to scramble to figure out where I’d live while my college campus closed for break since going home wasn’t an option, and viola! This idea popped in my head.

TAGS: fluff with a hint of abandonment issues, grumpy Shigaraki who says bad words, mentions of a boner (it’s SFW ya nasties)

Tomura Shigaraki was looking forward to the winter break.

Not that he had plans of doing anything fun during the month and a half of no classes but it was a break from staying up so late working on stupid assignments.

It was finals season, and Tomura was hanging on by a thread. The little tolerance he had for keeping a schedule and to-do list went out the door as deadlines closed in. He usually never ate on campus, choosing to stick to himself because every student irked him.

Yet, his stomach painfully growled when he was leaving the engineering building, and the young man couldn’t recall the last time he ate something fulfilling. With a sigh of defeat, he stumbled to the student building.

Being the heart of campus, the student building was bubbling with well… students. All rushing around with textbooks and coffee, Tomura rolling his eyes at how chaotic finals made the student population. His patience was running thin.

Tomura scratched at his neck, annoyance brooding while waiting in line for Panda Express and every sorority girl in existence cutting in front of him with a giggly, “Sorry, I’m here with my friend.” His nails dug into the palm of his hands when the service worker told him they ran out of orange chicken, the only good option. Head pounding now, Shigaraki moved through the tortuous line with his takeout burning his hands and he just wants to punch the cashier for daring to ask him if he wanted to donate to the children’s hospital —

“Tomura!”

His ears perk up from the sound of your voice, and he flinched when he sees that you’re standing right there.

“Tomura, where the hell have you been loca?” You laugh. Tomura’s negative mindset is broken, and he agrees to give the rest of his change to the hospital.

“What are you doing here?” He asks you once he pays, moving out of line. You’re still smiling at him, and Tomura clears his throat to hide the fact that he’s blushing because holy shit you were really pretty and it made him empty stomach erupt in butterflies at the way you were just looking at him like he was the best person ever.

You point at a table cluttered with girls, who are all watching you two interact, much his horror.

“I’m eating dinner with my friends and saw you in line and wanted to say hi since I haven’t heard from you all day,” You say, Tomura honing in how sad you looked at the last part. He grimaced, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve been in the engineering building all fucking night.” The headache returns just remembering how frustrated he was when his programming kept failing and how his stupid fucking group didn’t help at all. He hated group projects so much.

“Oh don’t worry about it,” You try to play it off, feeling slightly embarrassed that you missed hearing from him. It wasn’t like you guys were dating, even if you and Tomura hung out a lot and texted nearly every day.

“Do you want to eat with us?” You ask, looking down at his food container.

“I promise we’re nice,” Nervous, you awkwardly laugh and pray that your friends don’t scare him off. Tomura wasn’t shy, but rather just anti social and you picked up on how he didn’t like conversing too much. But he talks to you for some reason?

Tomura wants to say no.

His social battery was drained empty and he hated awkward introductions. On the other hand, he hadn't seen you around much since finals started and didn't know if he would have time to hang out before the semester ended.

His eyes returned to the table with your friends, who are still staring and grits his teeth.

“Sure,” he mumbles. You squeal in excitement, grabbing his hand and tugging the apprehensive man to meet your friends.

Tomura notices how soft your hand is in his, and hopes his isn’t sweaty.

***

“So (Y/N), where are you going for break?” Momo Yaoyorozu asks as everyone eats.

Tomura will be honest, he forgot everyone’s name the moment they introduced themselves. So, he just sits quietly and munches on his food. He noticed that your posture stiffens at the question and Tomura wonders why.

“Oh, I think I’ll just go home.” Your answer is quick, and Tomura wants to reach out and grab your knee to stop you from tapping your foot, an obvious sign that you're uncomfortable.

“Where is home?” Yaoyorozu asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Momo! Leave her alone,” Kyoka Jiro scolds, playfully slapping her on the arm. She rolls her eyes, but gives you a knowing look.

“I apologize for my girlfriends rude question but (Y/N) where are you going once the campus closes?” Jiro and Momo looked concern, Tomura noticing how sad your expression looked.

He should say something right? Tell these girls to back off? Tomura felt a weird urge to defend you, his mind recalling how he was picked on in his early years and misinterpreted your friends concern for bullying.

“I’m going with my dad and his new wife on their family trip,” You answer plainly. Your friends looked releaved.

“Oh how fun! I could’ve asked my family to take you on our trip to Hawaii, you know it’s no issue,” Momo says.

Tomura wants to roll his eyes, pretentious girl flaunting her wealth again.

“That’s not necessary, but thank you,” You smile, but Tomura notices how your mood changes from being bubbly to more secluded once the conversation changes.

Clearing your throat, you excuse yourself to the restroom. Tomura is worried about being alone with your friends but it seemed they were focusing on your break plans once again now that you were gone.

“Do you believe her? About going home?” Momo asks Tomura, surprising him.

Tomura shrugs, “Yeah, why don’t you?”

Ochaco Uraraka sighs. “It’s just that (Y/N)’s home life isn’t the best. Her parents don’t get along.”

Jiro nods, “Last year she went home with me because her mom was out of the country and her dad got remarried.”

“They completely forget about her,” Momo adds.

Tomura doesn’t know what to do. He’d gotten closer with you as the weeks went by since first meeting. Yet, you never brought up your family or any issues you’ve had with them. Tomura looks around at how concerned your friends were, and the same feeling began growing in his chest.

***

Against his better judgement, Tomura looks up your parents that night. He was already on his laptop watching game-plays and with a quick Command-T, he opened up a new page. After admittedly spending too much time stalking, he finds that your parents divorced before you got to college and seemed to live two different lives. Your mom traveled constantly, Tomura cringing at the cheesy captions on every picture posted about her travels. Your dad was remarried to someone much younger, and had two other kids. Not once did Shigaraki see your parents post pictures of you, no mention of your existence was apparent on their social media presence.

He’s worried, but Tomura doesn’t know how to bring up his concern with you.

Weeks blur until it’s the end of the semester, and the campus closes. Walking back to his apartment after picking up some takeout, he snickers at the message you sent him.

(Y/N): trip sucks, too hot here

Tomura is secretly glad you were able to go with your dad after all. You left two days ago, hugging him goodbye and making him swear he'd continue to message you while you were gone. Shigaraki kept his promise, and admittedly checked his phone too often in fear that he'd miss a message from you.

Tomura cuts through an almost empty parking lot attatched to the campus, eyeing the small blue car with a pink bumper sticker that read “Please let me merge, I have anxiety.” That's funny, (Y/N) has the same sticker too. Oh! And that dent too! Wait a minute...

He looses his smile, and quickly walks over to the car that was bizarrely similar to yours. Shigaraki is shocked to see you sitting in it, when you should’ve been on a beach.

The hard knock on your window makes you scream. A similar look of shock could be read on you and Shigaraki’s face, and you sheepishly roll down your window.

“Oh hey Tomura, you come here often?” You joke, awkwardly smiling.

Tomura is still in shock, almost angry.

“What are you doing here?” It comes out louder and meaner then he intended, but the white haired man couldn’t contain his disbelief.

Seeing how upset he was made you burst into tears.

***

“You’ve been living out your car for two days and just planned on doing so for the whole break?” Tomura is in utter disbelief at what you explained to him through your tears.

The two of you were sitting on his couch in his apartment, and you couldn't stop crying.

"I know it sounds bad-," You try to argue but Tomura is seething.

"Why didn't you just go with your friends? Why did you lie to them? Why did you lie-," He stumbles on his words. Why did you lie me?

You shake your head, desperately trying to wipe away your tears. "They worry so much already, I didn't want to disrupt their plans with their families."

Tomura scratches at his neck, shaking with anger not at you specifically but rather how you felt like you needed to lie to him. I thought we were closer than that?

"Why didn't you go home?" The question makes you squeeze your eyes shut. With a shaky breath, you explain to Shigaraki how your mother was away on a cruise with her friends and how your father was in fact on beach trip with his new family but they didn't invite you.

"Your father didn't invite you on a family trip?" Tomura was angry before but now he was pissed.

You cry harder, making Tomura put away his anger for a moment and gathered your shaking body in for a hug. You clung to his sweatshirt, making his dry neck itch with your tears but Shigaraki was too preoccupied with how sweet you smelled to care.

Holy shit I'm huggin (Y/N), who is a girl that's really pretty and nice and what the fuck she smells so good. Wait did I shower? Do I smell? His mind was going a mile a minute and he began to panic, please do not get a boner! Don't gross her out, please for the love of god do not get a boner!

Tomura isn’t used to getting so close to a girl, much less a girl like you. Yet, the tiny voice in his head is telling him that you needed comfort. You hugged him tight, letting the stress and pain of your situation run through you.

You settle down eventually, the sky outside turning dark before you pull away from Tomura, embarrassed to be crying in front of him.

“You should stay here.” He blurts it out before he can stop himself. Tomura wasn’t going home for the holidays, he never does. He could crash in his game room while you take his bedroom, Tomura explaining how it’s no problem at all.

The young man had no idea what he was doing, he barely ever had his friends over and he liked being on his own. He hated when his things were messed with and couldn’t stand sharing.

Yet—

Your eyes were so wide, so scared and distraught. Cheeks puffy and sniffling, Tomura thought you looked like a little kid. It reminded him of when he was little, after his parents died and how he was all alone. Tomura remembers how sickening loneliness can be, and you didn’t deserve that.

“I-I can’t do that,” you try to decline his offer.

“Stay, please,” Tomura asks, looking so hopeful that’d you say yes. I just want to help, for once in my life I want to be a hero for someone.

You weighed your options. Your parents were not in the picture, your friends were all gone and honestly sleeping in your car wasn’t all that fun. Tomura is my friend, you think.

“I can pay my rent through slushees,” You declare.

Tomura scoffs, flicking your forehead before heading to his kitchen to make something to eat for the both of you.

“Deal, but you’re banned from making me watch Pride and Prejudice again,” He yells over his shoulder.

Your instant screams of disapproval makes Tomura Shigaraki laugh out loud.

#bnha shigaraki #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki #boku no hero academia tomura #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #bnha au

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