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queentheweeb · 2 years

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Mirko X Female Reader

A/N: It's angsty

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Being in a committed relationship with the number 5 hero had both its perks and its cons. The perks were that you got to live with her in a nice comfy mansion, you didn't have to work but, you weren't a free-loader so you worked online and got paid online as well. You also loved to clean and cook so that's what you would do whenever you weren't working. Always made sure grocery was done, garbage was taken out, always had food whether it was takeout or homemade, clothes clean and just the house is clean. These were things that you enjoyed doing though. However, there were some cons and that was that she was always busy, always fighting villains and crimes, going to meetings, hanging out with her pro-hero friends and doing paperwork. She would come home but usually, it was to shower and pass out and do the same thing the next day. It was straining on your end but, you never said anything. You didn't feel like arguing with her.

"Hey babe, did you finish cooking dinner?" You turned to look at her nodding your head. You got up knowing she was going to ask you to get it for her. It was katsudon with a glass of carrot juice. You handed it to her and sat on the loveseat watching her dig in. It was nice seeing her relax.

"How was your day?" She shrugged her shoulders digging into the food a little more before answering

"Well, it wasn't much besides a bunch of paperwork that I hate. Secretary couldn't do it so I had to. Got a last-minute call about a robbery so I went 'cause I was itching for a fight." She loved to fight villains and kick ass. That was her favorite part about being a hero. Not the paperwork, kicking all the villain's ass.

"Sounds like an okay today." Nothing else was said between the two of you as she finished her meal and left it there on top of the table as she went to the bathroom to shower for bed. Unless something happened which sometimes it did. You washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen and sat on the couch to watch some TV. You listened as she showered and masturbated as well. You cringed realizing the two of you haven't been intimate in months and she treats you more like a roommate/maid than anything. Was this a good idea? Was all of this really worth it? You looked around at the very beautiful house but, it didn't feel like a home. It felt like you were intruding more than feeling welcomed. You deserved better even if said person is a well-known hero.

"Damn, I got to go. An emergency happened at the agency." You glanced at her out the side of your eyes as she rushed to the room to get dressed. You didn't want to say anything but, she doesn't like working with anyone and you knew she didn't have any interns or partners. It was just her and her secretary. Who happened to be Fuyumi, the number 2's only daughter. You rolled your eyes at your train of thought. You had already cried enough about her, about the situation, and just, everything in general. You had left Rumi mentally months ago but, some part of you felt guilty for wanting to leave. However, your mental, physical and emotional being was unwell and it was only so much that a person can handle no matter who the offender may be. In this case for you, it was Rumi. "I'll catch you later." She came out of the room, rubbed your head, and with a resounding slam of the door she was gone. You sat there for a few minutes before determining you had enough. Unbeknownst to her, you had your own apartment and half your stuff was already there. The only things you needed to bring back to your place were the clothes you left here. She hasn't taken notice that the home used to be lively and full of both your things but, now? It was barren. Now, it was just Rumi

"Hopefully you can treat Fuyumi better than you do me. I think that's the girl you really want to be with." You were talking to yourself out loud not caring. Once you were packed, you went outside and put everything in your car. You went back inside to triple-check and when you had everything you left her key on the table. Something told you as you were leaving to check your phone. You listened to your gut to see a picture taken by Shinya showing Rumi drinking with her friends and low and behold. Fuyumi was there giggling, with red cheeks and all. He had sent you the location which surprisingly happened to be 20 minutes from where your new apartment was. Smirking you put on your favorite music and went to your apartment humming the whole time. Once there you placed all of your stuff in the entrance and hallway choosing to go over it once you came back. You got back in your car and made your way to the bar. You looked down at what you were wearing glad that you chose to wear a dress that showed off all your good sides. You parked calmly outside the bar and decided to make your hair a bit cute and put on gloss with mascara. Satisfied with the way you look, you got out making your way inside. You greeted the waitress whose eyes flashed fear but, there was nothing to fear. You weren't upset. This was the closure you needed and maybe now the two of you can move on and be happy. You sauntered over to the table and it couldn't have been more perfect. Rumi and Fuyumi had their backs to you but, everyone else saw you walk up with a smile and something glinting in your hand. You stopped behind them and tapped their shoulders. They both turned around before sputtering and going to separate

"oh, don't separate Mirko you're going to make Fuyumi sad." You turned to Fuyumi who didn't meet your eyes. "Fuyumi look up when someone is talking to you." She flinched looking up at you guiltily. You shook your head and handed her Rumi's spare key. "Just wanted to give you this. Now the two of you can live together and don't have to meet up whenever Mirko has 'an emergency at the agency'." You giggled looking over at Mirko who also didn't meet your eyes.

"Y/N I-" You held up your hand not wanting to hear it

"There are no excuses. You didn't want to be with me, you want to be with Fuyumi. Now the two of you can be here all cuddled up! Your hero friends don't get to smile in my face no more knowing they knew about the two of you either." You looked at everyone at the table who had the decency to look ashamed. good. "Don't worry I won't leak any of your information. None of you are worth losing my life or freedom over. Also, Fuyumi's stuff can be moved in, I had an apartment already and moved all my stuff in." Rumi looked at you distraught. "I had the apartment for a few months. I left you mentally 8 months ago. I just needed time to make a plan to leave." You turned to all of them one more time "Have a good life, hope to only see you on T.V" You turned on your heel glad they were silent. You felt eyes burning into the back of your head but, you ignored it. You felt good. You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. "Time to start a new chapter."

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What are your thoughts? Also, this book is getting too long. I am going to make 5 more chapters and whatever one shot that was supposed to go here will just be placed in book 3. I will add a link to that book 3 at the end of this book.

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vrmxlho · 1 year

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tyy @phoenix666stuff for requesting! i rlly loved writing this, hope you enjoy <333 also reqs are open!!

pairing. atsumu x gn! reader

word count. 794

synopsis. you’re new in town and japan as a whole. lucky for you, your assigned guide knows all the best places to take you...

a/n. this is so not proofread so if you see a spelling mistake or a grammatical error i want you to pretend it’s not there, if it’s negligible; but if you genuinely don’t understand what’s going on lmk and i’ll fix it <333 this is so bad, i promise i don’t always write this badly T-T ++ idk why i included diary entries lmao i just didn’t know how to show the passing of time without literally writing *time passes* sorry it’s so short :(((

cw. swearing, one mention of death

p.s. red camellia also symbolise love

dear diary,

i’m in japan now! it’s nice to be in a different place. home is safe and comforting but the uncertainty of an entirely new country is just as exciting. the anxiety is eating away at my stomach but it’s almost comforting at the same time, i’ll overcome it. i’m about to immerse myself into a whole new world, a new beginning, so many new possibilities.

the school’s assigned me a sort of guide to help me with the language and the cultural barrier. i think his name’s atsumu? i’m not sure. i’m meeting him in the library tomorrow.

wish me luck!

goodnight diary, speak to you tomorrow, love [name]

“atsumu miya, nice to meet you, and you are?” his hand’s outstretched. his entire vibe felt so comforting, it reminded you a bit of home; you could already feel yourself warming up.

“[name], [surname]. it’s nice to meet you too.”

it was sunny that day; it honestly felt like the sun was always out when you were with him. you didn’t understand why, but he genuinely felt like home away from home. your soul was serene and there was already a sense of familiarity between the two of you.

he had picked kitchen by banana yoshimoto, telling you it was the only book you’d ever need, and somehow it really was. the two of you sat at those uncomfortable desks for hours, yet the sun still shone and neither of you wanted to leave. by the time you had finished you could feel your heart break. ‘it must be because of how beautiful the book was…’

“when will we see each other again?” the sound of your own voice made you cringe. ‘that sounded too desperate.’ but he just laughed. he just fucking laughed what a cute, cute laugh. maybe your heart was already healed.

“tomorrow i hope.”

“yes!” you didn’t even care if you came off as overly enthusiastic, you just wished he’d laugh again.

dear diary,

he’s so beautiful, his face, his eyes, oh darlings his eyes, especially when he laughs. and his laugh!! it could bring me back from death…

we’re going to the national museum of japanese history tomorrow, i’m so excited, gosh what should i wear?? i’m so nervous…

again, i need your luck so please pray for me

goodnight my dearest diary, love [name]

today he was holding red camellia; he looked pretty; the red of the flowers complimented the red on his cheeks, just like the red on yours.

“why the flowers?” you asked.

“flowers are very important to japanese culture and they’re very symbolic.”

“and what do red camellia mean?”

“it symbolises a noble death among japanese warriors.”

“how gruesome…”

“it has other meanings too.”

“like?”

“cmon these tickets do expire.”

dear diary,

i had katsudon today, just like mirage sakurai from kitchen! it was so good, i can really feel myself getting used to japan. everyone’s so nice (nice honestly doesn’t even begin to cover it).

and atsumu… every time i’m with him i feel like i’m having tachycardia. in a good way. i feel like my face is always red, i wish i was better at hiding it.

what should i do?

please get back to me diary, love [name]

p.s. why am i asking as if an inanimate object is gonna tell me what to do…

one day you found yourself in his kitchen. baking. there was flour everywhere, eggs cracked on the floor and sugar spilling from the counter. it was a mess. a mess atsumu had created. the moment he saw you he had slipped, dropping everything he was holding. you both were also messes, laughing messes, and stupid pining, lovesick messes.

the days you spent with him felt endless. you couldn’t remember a time you weren’t with him. everything passed so quickly. the truly happy memories you had were always with him. why was it that everything you ate when with him was so delicious? why was it that every negative emotion was dulled when he was around? every moment glowed in your heart, it ached by how full of love it was. the boy had infused himself into your soul, he was a part of your being.

“aishiteru yo.”

“what does that mean?” you knew exactly what it meant. you’d heard it before in the two months you’d been here. you just wanted to hear him say it again. it felt unreal, you were just verifying this was real life and not a dream.

“it means i love you. the place i like best in this world is with you. no matter where it is, no matter why, if it’s with you, if it’s a place where i can be with you, it’s fine with me.”

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sunfish-studies · 3 years

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Let The Games Begin!

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

Previous: ‹ Celebration › | Next: ‹ A Simple and Pure Strength ›

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Preliminaries for Interhigh in Miyagi commenced today and Karasuno vowed to blast through and win them all.

“I’m sorry that you have to cheer from above, Hitoka-chan, [Name]-chan,” Shimizu apologized in advance because while she could watch the game on the bench, the two of you could only watch them quite far away. It couldn’t be helped, only one manager was allowed to be on the bench during the game.

“It’s alright, Kiyoko-senpai,” you replied with determination. “In fact, leave the cheering to us! Right, Hitoka-chan?”

“That’s right!” Yachi nodded in agreement.

“Then, we’re counting on you two.” Shimizu smiled at both of your eagerness. While Shimizu called you by your given name, you decided to ask her if it’s okay to call her also by her given name–she instantly agreed, seemed extremely happy even. Since then, you started calling her by her given name still with a suffix.

“H-Hinata, are you okay?” Yachi asked in worry because the said orange-haired boy was holding his stomach and trembling.

“Do you still feel sick?” you also questioned, immediately kneeling and rummaging through your back for medicine. Which made you aware of another trembling figure sitting on the ground. “Y-Yamaguchi-kun, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Hinata replied. “I threw up on the way here, so I feel better.”

“Of course you’d feel sick after eating all those katsudon for breakfast.” Tsukishima snickered.

“It’s normal to eat katsudon on game days!” Hinata defended himself.

“And by ‘normal’, you mean…” Tsukishima deadpanned.

“You dumbass! Hinata, you stupid dumbass!” as if adding more salt to the wound, Kageyama was there to yell at him–making you almost burst out laughing from the limited insult he had in his vocabulary.

“I-I feel like I’m going to puke too, after remembering Hinata puking…” Yamaguchi pressed a hand upon his mouth, speaking in a very low voice which you almost missed. Both you and Tsukishima immediately snapped your head to face him.

“Huh?” Tsukishima replied in disbelief. “Go to bathroom, already!”

“H-Here’s a plastic bag you could use!” you yelped thrusting the item into his palm. “There’s also a medicine if you want! Don’t hold it, Yamaguchi-kun!”

“I thought you were busy concentrating but you were actually trying not to puke!?” you could hear Sugawara exclaimed and now you could confirm that Azumane was somehow in a similar state as Yamaguchi.

“Do you need medicine, senpai?” you’re instantly kneeling on his side with yet another plastic bag (just for caution), a bottle of warm water, and a small package of medicine. “I also have warm water you could drink!”

“T-thanks, [Name]-chan,” Azumane whispered. “You’re a life-saver.”

Even before the game, your team was in shambles.

Your first game would be against Ohgi Minami High School–you made sure to keep in track of the games and read the whole pamphlet to know about the teams who could be your opponents in the future. The warm-ups were smooth until it was time for the game–the first official game of Karasuno.

“The spring tournament… Karasuno’s battle is about to start…!” You could hear Yachi muttered from right beside you–upon the wall, hung the pure black banner for the team. Just like her, the nerves were getting into you the moment all of them assembled to hear a little bit of advice from Coach Ukai and encouraging speech from Takeda-sensei.

“Oh, so you watch the game too, Ukai-sensei?” the older man beside you questioned, both of you looked to the side and you instantly recognized older man who helped Hinata nailing his control.

“Yeah.”

“Good morning,” you greeted, bowing down which Yachi hastily copied.

“Oh, so you’re the manager,” Coach Ukai also recognized you and didn’t think twice to reply. Although he looked extremely strict (and he does on the court that is), but he’s not an entirely stiff person. And from his history, you put an absolute respect for him.

“Ukai? Grandson?” Yachi tilted her head in confusion.

“He’s the former Coach Ukai,” you explained. “He’s the famous coach who brought Karasuno to nationals and also the current Coach Ukai’s grandfather. The Little Giant was in his team.”

“Hee!?” Yachi yelped.

“[Name]-nee-chan!”

“Yuu-chan! You’re here to watch, too?” Ogasawara Yuu was the little kid who’s watching Hinata and Kageyama practice the day before and before you knew it, the two of you became friends. He didn’t hesitate to ask you questions and you found yourself enjoyed in indulging his curiosity.

“Yeah! Nee-chan, you’re from Karasuno, too, right? What are you doing up here?”

“T-There’s only one manager allowed on the bench. You didn’t know that?” Yachi argued.

“That’s why I’m here too,” you added, pointing to yourself.

“Ooh.”

The game itself was a sight to see–everyone’s moves were full with confidence, they had a full control of their decisions and movements. For example, your captain was waiting for the opponent to do the feint and managed to received it cleanly.

“S-so fast! It’s like he was waiting for it!” Yachi commented.

“It’s because they have been practicing with powerhouse schools with different kinds of power in serves and spikes. The diversity of their opponents from the training and their defenses and high level of it, the team is already used to it.” You pointed out, which made your friend gasped in awe.

As the game continued, you were immersed with the thrill of it. Kageyama successfully pulled off another service ace. Yachi was bouncing giddily from it.

“Nice serve, Kageyama-kun!” you called out. He turned to glance at you and gave you a fist.

“Another service ace!” Yachi cheered.

“Now we’re on set point,” You added, looking at the score board.

The match was going on smoothly for Karasuno, sure there was a little bump but that’s because you felt Ohgi Minami didn’t really give it their all after knowing they would lose–sometimes, people who witnessed someone who’s more skilled than them felt a tug of helplessness. However, not doing your best isn’t acceptable.

Thankfully, they seemed to change and blasted through after their former captain pulled up a speech. Even though they still loss, you knew it would make them even stronger. The frustration would linger and push them into working hard to win.

That’s that and now, you didn’t even have a chance to bask in your victory because another threat was looming.

You peeked over Kageyama’s shoulder, your own shoulder trembled slightly–you didn’t even need to look to know how Hinata and Yachi were both terrified out of their wits from the sight. While waiting for the results, your team watched the on-going match and at the same time witnessing something downright terrifying.

Kakugawa’s #9 basically pushed the ball over the block with ease and it almost send you into an early cardiac arrest. Hinata and Yachi squeaked in fright.

“That’s creepy!” Tanaka commented, words muffled from how he munched on a banana.

“It’s a weapon…” Azumane muttered in disbelief. “His height is a weapon…”

“I think I’m the one who needs the medicine now,” you whispered, feeling your heart threatened to jump out from your throat.

“It’s just height,” Kageyama said, peeling on a banana.

“It’s almost astronomical on how you’re still calm after watching that,” you sighed.

“I guess we know who we’re playing next,” He then continued, chewing on his food. After the match was over, the team had slight break and decided to study the charts. Your next opponent would be Kakugawa High School, who has an absurdly tall member who messes with your depth of perception.

Yachi squeaked in fright when the said tall member walked pass by–clearly towering over everyone with his two meters height.

“T-two meters is super huge,” Hinata stuttered, shoulders trembling.

“201 centimeters and 162 centimeters, huh…” Yamaguchi muttered, looking at the orange-haired boy.

“I’m 163 if you round it up-!” Hinata argued.

“201 centimeters and 162 centimeters, there’s a 40 centimeters difference.” Tsukishima cut him off.

“Listen!”

“F-forty centimeters is the same size as Ketty-chan,” Yachi tried to cheer him up. “It’s not that big.”

“Is that an attempt to cheer him up?” Tsukishima commented.

“It sure is.” You confirmed, smiling nervously.

“Tekachu is also 40 centimeters,” Yamaguchi added.

“So is a Fujikujira,” Tsukishima followed, which made all of you confused.

“F-Fujikujira?” you questioned. “What’s that?”

“It’s a kind of shark.”

“You’re smart, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi praised.

Hinata sluggishly walked–face pale and filled with resignation. “I…want to combine with that shark… If I combined with a Fujikujira, I’d be two meters tall…”

“Hey, what are you talking about?” Kageyama was thoroughly confused with his antics. He rose an eyebrow. “Are you really scared?”

It made Yachi worried but Shimizu was quick to reassure her that it would be fine, half of it was directed to you too. You tried your best not to worry–he sure has height, but Karasuno had strategies. Everything should be alright.

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roscgcld · 3 years

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GOJOTWINS!AU || greatest gift

request: I have a request for the twin-sided-with-Geto AU if you're up for it (as angsty or as fluffy as you like)? As a last request, Y/N twin asks Satoru to look after his niece/nephew. A child that looks just like Geto but with his sister's eyes.

note: hmmm....I was more concerned between if I want to make it angsty or make it fluffy, since this idea was definitely interesting for me to explore. However! This definitely gave me some creative juices! The entire ‘jjk men as parents’ trope is honestly so cute >< I wish Gege showed more scenes of Geto with his two ‘daughters’ - domestic!Geto sounds so fucking hot 😣😣 but writing this also makes me want to write something like ‘the adventures of uncle gojo and his niece’

warning: spoilers for anime-only fans! proceed with caution

pronouns: she/her

gojotwins!au masterlist

“You need to finish your veggies, Rei-chan. You know the rules.”

The young girl that sat before Gojo pouts softly, crossing her tiny arms over her chest as she turns her puppy eyes up at the older man. Gojo looks down at the pouting girl, his own oceanic blue eyes were shining behind the darkly tinted sunglasses as the young girl - Rei, as she was named - tried to use her puppy eyes to get out form eating all the ‘tiny trees’ that sat on her bear themed child plate.

From the outside you would assume that Gojo was probably just babysitting the toddler; the man is wearing an odd uniform in Japanese norms, but it is still certain that he is in school. And from the looks of things, he is definitely a young adult - no older than a college student, despite how good looking he was. And they were right to some extend; the young girl, besides the eyes, does not look like Gojo Satoru at all.

But Gojo and Rei definitely shared a unique relationship than your average ‘babysitter and child’ one. “Come on, bunny - you gotta eat all the greens if you wanna grow big and strong like your daddy.”

At the mention of her father, Rei perked up immediately; yet immediately deflated at the sight of the broccoli that was held out to her by Gojo once more. Rei lets out a soft whine and a huff, yet she reluctantly leaned forward before she ate the broccoli; making a face at the taste of it on her tongue. “Not a fan, huh?”

“The tiny tree taste bad..,” Rei mumbles quietly as she finishes chewing her mouthful of broccoli, pulling another face that has Gojo chuckling quietly as he grabbed a napkin from the napkin dispenser to clean Rei’s chubby cheeks. “I know they do, bunny. But you gotta eat them to make sure you grow strong, right? You wanna be a sorcerer like me one day, don’t you?”

Geto Rei was not your average child; born with Gojo blood flowing through her veins, she is the ‘love child’ of Gojo Y/N and Geto Suguru; Gojo Satoru’s twin sister and her boyfriend. When Geto first went ‘rogue’ and kill the village he was sent to, Y/N had found out that she was pregnant with his child. She was sure it was his, since Y/N and him have been dating for about a year up to this point. There was no denying who the father was. And that terrified her; she was worried that the elders will do something bad to the child that was growing inside of her.

Even if she is one of the strongest sorcerers of the century, she is still a woman first - and women who are to have kids outside of marriage, and with someone who isn’t approved by the elders of the clan, are just asking for trouble. And whilst she was sure she can take on whatever the elders will put her through, the thought of her unborn child having to deal with the leftover anger from her parents’ actions, to be brought up in a world where others would shun the little bean, was too much to bear.

So, even with Gojo’s pleas for her to stay, Y/N had packed up and left without a trace for others to find her. Yet Gojo was certain she had upped and left so she can spend her ‘future’ with her boyfriend, even if she knows that their love story will only end in tragedy. So you couldn’t believe Gojo’s shock when he opened the door of his apartment one random night, having been roused from his slumber in the early mornings; only to find a baby sleeping peacefully in blankets placed at his doorstep.

Pinned to the front of the baby’s blanket was a simple letter addressed to him, and immediately Gojo knew what the content of it was. There was no denying who the young baby, who Gojo found out was a baby girl, was either. Because in the morning, when the little youngster finally opened her eyes, were a pair of his very own Six Eyes staring up at him curiously as a thick and fluffy head of black hair surrounding her.

“Dear God...wait until ma and pa find out about this...”

That is how Gojo found himself today; third year college student quietly coaxing the young toddler to eat her veggies as they waited at a café for another two kids he had ‘adopted’ to get off from preschool. He was honestly questioning everything he is doing with his life right now. “Since you’ve been a good girl...maybe later, when ‘Gumi-nee and ‘Miki-nii come over, we order some ice cream~”

Just the mention of the frozen treat had the little girl perking up in excitement, causing Gojo to laugh as he gently rests a hand on her head; already being able to sense the waves of excitement that is coming from Rei. “But in exchange, you have to finish your veggies,” Gojo continues as he gestures towards the child plate before Rei; which held a few pieces of veggies from the small salad that came with her meal.

So that was how the Fushiguros found the two in the café, having grabbed some lunch whilst they waited for the two to get off from school. Rei, who looked over when the café doors were pushed open, perked up at the sight of the familiar duo walking towards them. Gojo just grinned and picked her out of her babychair before he sets her down on the ground, watching in amusement as Rei ran towards Megumi and Tsumiki on her chubby little feet.

Megumi, who was her target today, paused before he bends down to catch her as she stumbled into him; scowling over at the smirking Gojo who was still seated at the table. “Don’t worry Megumi-kun. I was 100% sure that you were going to catch her~,” Gojo called back teasingly, his grin only widening at Megumi’s annoyance as the young shikigami user made his way towards the table where Gojo was seated at once more. “Turn that frown upside down, Megumi-kun - try to be like Tsumiki-chan more, she’s super cute.”

Megumi just rolled his eyes as he settles down in a free seat, letting Rei cuddle up into the younger male whilst Tsumiki giggles at Gojo; who had reached over to playfully tug at her cheek. Soon though Gojo gestures for the two kids to order what they want for lunch before they go home; a habit of theirs now since Gojo cannot for the life of him cook.

The one time he tried cooking...well...lets just say the kids have since begged for him to never attempt cooking ever again.

Hence why, after a brief lunch and a brief visit to the grocery store, the four of them made their way back towards Gojo’s home. He had long since moved out from the apartment that he rented in the beginning, understanding how important it is for Megumi and Tsumiki to have their own private spaces to retire to after a long they. Because after all that they’ve been through and are going to be going through in the future as people touched by the jujutsu world, they are still growing kids first. So Gojo had invested in a nice home close that is close to the college, yet not too far away from the city where the kids might feel cut off from their friends on the outside.

“Alright, time to get you into the shower,” Gojo grins at a giggling Rei, who he had set in her baby seat as he puts away the groceries; Tsumiki had offered to make some katsudon for everyone for dinner tonight. Hence the brief stop at the grocery store. Since it was still little early into the afternoon, the two Fushiguro children retired in their rooms to unwind and catch up with homework before preparing for diner. So for now, Gojo and Rei were alone once more. “Gotta make sure you’re cleaned up before your nap~”

Rei just giggles and smiles over at the older man, reaching her arms up so the man can carefully picked her up as he made his way towards his bedroom. It was a normal routine for him to give Rei a shower after coming home from the outside, worried that she was going to be carrying dirt and germs into her bed before she is laid down for her nap. So Gojo carefully filled the baby tub he set out inside his shower stall before he carefully filled it with warm water and bubbles; making sure the water was warm enough before he carefully strips Rei and sets her in the warm bath.

Many people have questioned him before as to why he was taking care of her like she was his own child. Even though she is her niece, her parents are Curse Users; they defected from the jujutsu world in order to live in a life of crime. Or more so Y/N leaving behind her family and friends for something as feeble as her ‘love’ for Geto Suguru. Many people call her delusional, stupid, naïve - no one can picture just what was it that made her choose between the life on the run with Geto, for the luxurious life that the Gojo estate has, and still would, provide to her. Even after Rei was born.

However, to Gojo, he just knew she saw it differently.

If there was one person who he can rely on completely, without having to fear of judgement, it was definitely Y/N. She was his twin sister, someone who ‘cursed’ with the same power as he was, and knows all the struggles and stress that comes with being ‘the strongest’. When she had found out she was pregnant, she was terrified - running into his room in the middle of the night with the positive pregnancy test in hand. She was scared shitless with the entire idea that she was going to be a teen mum alone.

And no matter how much Gojo had tried to reassure her that if Geto was here, he would be ecstatic with the idea that he was going to be a father, Y/N was inconsolable. She was terrified at the idea that not only would the baby will not have a father, they might even have to suffer through the stigma of having a parent that was a murderer in their world. Y/N was also going through it as well; it was clear as day that Geto was the last thing that was truly keeping Y/N sane. Although Gojo and her had a special bond, it was like Geto was that extra support that made sure both of the Gojo siblings were still staying strong.

Maybe it was the stress of the idea that she was going to be called out by the elders of the clan, or her parents might be disappointed in her, or maybe the idea that she was going to be a teen parent itself officially cracked her. Gojo, to this day, isn’t 100% sure as to why Y/N chose to do what she did; chose to stay with Geto even though she knows that it will bring more stigma onto her daughter after she was born.

At one point even Gojo had admitted to himself that she was naïve and selfish for choosing what she did instead of facing the brief music that will come from the adults in her life.

But as he playfully makes animal noises at a giggling Rei, Gojo hopes that Y/N rest easy knowing how many people loves Rei. How Shoko, Mei Mei, and even Utahime had essentially dubbed themselves as Rei’s godmothers and spoil her even more than he does; and that is saying a lot. Sure, the elders were not as welcoming to Rei, even more so because she was not carry the Gojo name on top of the fact that her parents were not married when they had her, were definitely not helping her case.

However, Rei was special. She was born her with her mother and uncle’s Six Eyes; and it was because of this that the elders have yet to officially cut Rei off from her surviving biological family.

Whilst he was thinking back about everything, Gojo’s body went on autopilot as he bathe, dried, and dressed Rei like usual. He kept her occupied to the best of his abilities, but from the trip they had earlier today plus the grocery store trip, Rei was already nodding off when Gojo was blow drying her soft black hair. This caused him to smile as he carefully gathered the little girl in his arms, letting her curl up against his chest as he made his way towards his messy study desk.

Even if he is a sorcerer and taking care of 3 young kids, he still needs to do mundane things like homework before he can fully graduate from Jujutsu Tech. And as much as he wants to just cuddle Rei and sleep as well - he’s been putting off this essay for about 3 days now. And its due date is tomorrow; so he has to get cracking on this essay if he wants to be eligible for the final exam this year.

“I wish I can live as carefree as you do, Rei-chan,” Gojo mumbles quietly to the young girl in his arms, glancing down at her sleeping features as she rests her ear above his heart. It was quite jarring honestly, since the little girl looked like one of his best friends, Geto Suguru. A man who he sometimes wish late into the night that he had made a better effort into reaching out to when they are at their lowest.

Gojo knew that the death of Riko had effected all of them in their own ways; and although Gojo had asked Geto a few times if he was alright, he just wished he tried harder. Maybe if he wasn’t so full of himself, that he tried to spot more of the chances in Geto’s behaviour - just maybe, he might still be here right now. He would be the one who witnessed Rei saying her first words (it was ‘dog’ because of Megumi’s Divine Dogs that he lets out at home), to her standing up on her own for the first time, to her first steps.

Gojo felt guilty for being the one to witness all of her firsts when her parents should be the one to do that.

“I hope you know just how much your parents love you, bunny,” Gojo mumbles quietly to the sleeping toddler in his arms as he cuddles her closer, his somber eyes watching her tiny back as it rose and fell with each one of her deep breaths. “I know you don’t really understand things now, but I hope you do not grow up resenting your parents for giving you away before you even have a chance to know them. Your mother is a brave woman; she knew what she had to do in order to ensure that you’d get to live a fair and comfortable life.”

Only silence greeted Gojo after his soft admission, yet all that did was make Gojo let out a brief chuckle through his nose. “She may call me a dumbass, but she trusted me enough to know that there was no way I am going to let you fend for yourself in this cruel world,” He hums as he reaches up to stroke her chubby cheek ever so slightly, a soft and fond smile tugging against the corner of his lips at how Rei just cuddled closer to him in her sleep.

“Because at the end of the day, you’re the greatest gift that has ever been gifted to all of us.”

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bokutosworld · 3 years

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a piece of you in me | hq boys in love

characters: kageyama, tsukishima, kenma, akaashi, kita!

wc: 1.5k words, fluff!!!

prompt: "i am a mosaic of everyone i've ever loved, even for a heartbeat."

-> the little things that remind them of you and how your love has made them feel complete

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO: He picks up on your favorite expressions and phrases, and slowly incorporates them in his life and makes them his own. He doesn't even realize it, that he's already scrunching his nose like you do when you see something you don't like. Or that when he's thinking hard about something, he's tilting his head in the way that you do. There are also subtle changes in the way he reacts when Hinata messes up his spikes -- less shouting and more helpful explaining of how his partner could improve. And when the team sees this, they are dumbstruck and left thinking how you were a good influence to him.

"What do you think of this, Tobio?" You summon your boyfriend to help you decide on which dress to buy. He immediately walks over to you, putting a hand on your waist as he settles by your side and gives a look over to the clothing item. He hums as he tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he imagines how it would like on you.

As the two of you were too engrossed on choosing what to buy, an old saleslady passes by the aisle and smiles at the scene in front of her. She watches as Kageyama takes dresses from the racks and takes you in front of a mirror to help you see which looks better. She takes note of how the two of you act so in sync, how his actions complement yours. But what the lady is most amazed about is how the two of you come to the same exact decision at the same time. It was a refreshing sight to see a young couple going along so well, that the old lady can't help but think that you two were meant to be.

TSUKISHIMA KEI: He remembers how on your very first date at that summer festival, you didn't hold back on trying the different kinds of food and snacks. You left quite the impression on him, so much so that after years of being together, you are the first person that pops up in his mind when he's trying a new restaurant with his family or friends. It's like second nature to him to scan the menu, looking for dishes that you would like and making a mental note to take you to that particular place.

The waiter arrived at your table, placing the plate of stacked pancakes right at the center. At this point, you and Tsukishima were starving after spending almost twenty minutes in waiting. He excitedly brought you out to brunch, sharing how much you'll like the breakfast menu at this new restaurant. And he wasn't wrong.

Your jaw almost dropped, seeing the most scrumptious stack of chocolate pancakes. It was topped with the most luscious pieces of strawberries and covered with maple syrup that was slowly drizzling down the plate. You were quick to take shots of your order from different angles. When you were finally satisfied with the photos, you look up to see Tsukishima extending his hand and offering you a piece of pancake which you gladly accepted. Your eyes went wide, glancing at your boyfriend who had his hand tucked under his cheek and gazing at you lovingly. He says, "I knew you’d like it."

KOZUME KENMA: He knows how much of a cinephile you are. Whenever the two of you are watching movies over at his apartment, you never fail to share one random fact about the film that was currently playing. He adores how you are updated with the latest movies in production or those that are soon to be released. That's why he's developed a habit to always check the movie times in the nearest theater, monitoring it to see if the film you have been raving about is finally showing. The boys often extend an invitation to him for movie nights but they're aware that there's no else he'd rather watch together with than you.

It was the third time this week that you stayed behind at work for overtime. Any other day would be fine, but Kenma thought that you deserved an early time off on a weekend. Seeing that he had free time, he decides to surprise you with a trip to the movies. It so happened that earlier in the morning, he chanced upon the movie releases and saw that a sequel to your favorite movie was showing.

When he shows up at your office, he sees your worn out figure hunched over the desk. He had to stop himself from physically dragging you out of the building, opting to wake you and drop the tickets he bought in your lap.

"What is this," you question him. The knobs in your head were turning and soon, it finally clicks that this was the movie that you've been waiting for. "Oh god, is it premiering tonight? How did you know?" He answers you by throwing your coat to your table, and telling you to hurry before you miss the movie.

He was helping you wrap the scarf around your neck, his hands finding its way to cup your cheeks. "I figured you'd forget since you had a busy week. So, I wanted to reward you." He presses a kiss to your forehead, "I'm proud of you. Let's go."

AKAASHI KEIJI: Since you started having sleepovers together, his apartment feels emptier without you. Like how you've etched your way in his life, you've managed to leave a mark in his home. It's in the way that your scent lingers in his pillowcases, the way you've positioned your toothbrush next to his. He's even started looking forward to mornings because you always make him coffee in the way he likes it. He's starting to think that you seem to know you way around his own house better than he does -- but he's not complaining. It's only got him imagining what the future would like, living with you.

You discard the grocery bags you were holding atop the kitchen counter of Keiji's apartment. Over a phone call earlier, he mentioned that he would be going home late and you thought it would be nice to cook him some dinner that he can enjoy when he returns. You thought about what you were going to prepare and decided that a good bowl of katsudon would lift his spirits after a tiring day at work.

When Keiji arrives home, he catches a whiff of something good coming from the kitchen. It wasn't unusual for him to return and see you at his place - in fact, he'd love it more if he could always come home to you. When he spots you working your magic in the kitchen, he feels himself fall for you over again. He couldn't help himself as he was now walking over to you and wraps his arms around you. You jump at the sudden contact, but relax when you feel him hum, "You're a wonderful sight to come home too. Move in with me already, please."

KITA SHINSUKE: The moment you walked into his life, it's like a garden of flowers bloomed inside his heart. He discovers that there's a certain beauty in the different kinds of flora, especially with how they each carry a special meaning. And since falling in love with you, he can't help but have his thoughts drift to you when he's passing by a flower shop. He can't stop the way his feet carry him inside, allowing him to browse and leaving with a bouquet in hand. It doesn't matter whether you're celebrating an anniversary or not -- he'll manage to have you fall head over heels for him again when he surprises you with flowers.

Like any other day, you found Shinsuke waiting for you at the lobby of your office building. He was seating with his legs crossed, his eyes focused on the video that was playing on his phone. Your heart soars with how he looked exceptionally handsome tonight and you find yourself wondering how lucky you were to be with him.

He notices you from afar and waves toward your way, standing and waiting for you to come to his open arms. You smile and almost run to him, falling to his embrace and immediately getting the comfort you've been craving since the morning. He gently kisses the top of your head and declares, "Good work today."

"Thank you, Shinsuke," you break away and return his loving gaze with one of yours. He turns his back for a moment, and when he faces you once more, you see a bouquet of beautiful flowers in his hands. You take them in your hands, feeling your heart beating fast, "Oh, babe. You didn't have to."

"I know, but I want to. They're gerberas, and do you know what they mean?" When you shake your head to say no, he chuckles and brings one hand to cup your cheek as he says his next words. "Beauty. And loyal love. So you know I'll always be here waiting for you."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuucreations #kageyama x reader #tsukishima x reader #kenma x reader #akaashi x reader #kita x reader #hq x reader #hq x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!!

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illyaana · 3 years

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Collab: Chaos's Bearsday Collab by @chaos-night

Thanks for having this Collab hun! I hope you had/have an amazing birthday <3

Tags: Aged Up! Birthday boy! Izuku Midoriya x Binaural, SFW, Fluff

Synopsis: You thought this was going to be a normal birthday with Deku - the only thing that was different is you were going to make Katsudon, pork cutlet bowls, for Deku. What you weren't prepared for was a flirty Izuku Midoriya.

Word Count: 1689

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You groaned at the sound of your blaring alarm, forcing you awake. You raised your head to meet Izuku’s chin. His hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body even more. You pressed against the bed, pushing yourself upwards to face the sleeping face of your beloved.

You adored the sight of the defenceless hero.

His dishevelled green hair mimicked a bush in the woods - wild yet so adorable. His lips were slightly parted, allowing soft snores to escape the powerful quirk user. His small freckles glowed under the soft sunlight entering your shared room from the window, leaving you in awe. His long lashes framed his closed eyelids.

Thankfully, your alarm turned itself off - he wasn’t letting you move anymore, not with the vice grip he had around you tightening unknowingly.

You couldn’t resist the urge to run the pad of your thumb against his soft lips - it looked so soft and supple. The rest of your fingers found their place on Izuku’s cheek, enjoying the warmth only he could radiate. You smiled, looking at the sleeping Izuku subconsciously pressing his cheeks against your fingers.

This is what you believed a life spent with him would look like - and you pray so that it stays like this.

“Hey,” you say as you kiss Midoriya’s forehead, “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Your alarm began to ring again, causing the hero beside you to groan loudly.

“Turn that thing off,” he said, placing his head on your shoulder, “We don’t need to wake up early today.”

This man… how was he the top hero?

You ruffled his hair, chuckling.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to wake you up early today?” you ask, recalling your conversation with him yesterday.

“I just wanted to spend the whole day with you, but I think we can do it from this bed, can’t we?” he said, pressing kisses on the nape of your neck.

“I think you forgot, Deku,” you say, cupping his cheeks, “You have a press conference with Bakugo and Todoroki today - you know, about your job as a hero?”

His eyelids shot open.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, making you laugh.

“It’s only,” you looked at the wall clock, “9 am right now. You have about 1 hour to get ready and head to the studio. That trip would take about 20 minutes.”

You smiled when you saw him visibly relax.

“Sadly,” you say, “You aren’t getting breakfast from me since I couldn’t even move one inch from the bed,” you gesture to his arms on your waist.

You kissed his forehead again, trying to wipe off the guilty smile he had on his face.

“Happy birthday, Midoriya Izuku. Now, go get ready.”

He kissed the apples of your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours.

“Thanks, love.”

⁜

The minute you heard the door close, you got out your phone and called your mother-in-law.

“Hi!” she answered cheerfully, “You ready to do this?”

You turned the voice call into a video call, then propped your phone behind the salt shaker.

“Hopefully…” you trail off as you put on your apron, “You don’t think I’ll burn anything or cause a fire, right?”

“If you’re anything like Izuku in terms of cooking, we’ll be fine.”

You weren’t.

Pancakes, waffles - you could handle that.

But meat? It definitely was not your forte.

Izuku’s the one who handled all the savoury dishes while you were the resident taste tester.

“Don’t worry - the very person who introduced him to the savoury dish is right here, showing you each step in detail. You won’t mess up that much,” you said to yourself as you brought out the ingredients.

You laid them out in front of her, allowing her to examine them thoroughly.

“First things first,” she said, moving to her couch, “You’re wearing your apron wrongly.”

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You stared at the pan filled with onions, eggs and fried pork, feeling defeated.

You were supposed to move all of that into a small bowl of rice.

You were supposed to move a bunch of slippery onions doused in sauce, a steamed omelette that looked like it was going to break into two and a pork cutlet that you slaved over - all of that, into a small bowl of rice.

“Trust me, it’s pretty easy,” Inko said, trying to calm you down, “It just looks intimidating.”

“Intimidating is one way to explain it,” you said, staring at your hard work.

“Just do it, don’t worry - you have multiple backup pork cutlets if you mess up.”

“I know, but-”

“Just do it.”

You immediately placed the toppings into the bowl of rice without any spillage.

...or so you thought.

The whole thing spilt over the sides of the pan, missing the bowl of rice entirely.

“Try again, dear,” she said smiling, “No harm in trying again.”

⁜

After 5 tries, you managed to make two perfect bowls of fresh katsudon. The smell of the fried pork cutlets wafted through the air, making you smile at your hard work.

“It looks really good, dear,” she said, smiling, “He’ll love it.”

You smile at her cheerful gaze towards you.

“You sure you don’t want to come over? It’s just a fifteen-minute drive.”

“I appreciate you asking me,” she said, sighing, “But I think you two should spend the day together. I’m pretty sure you both haven’t spent much time together since your honeymoon.”

“You sure?” you ask once again.

“I’m very, very sure,” she says, chuckling, “Now go get ready.”

You placed your phone flat on the countertop and started to set the table. As soon as you finished, Izuku came into the house, a tired expression painted on his face.

“You okay?” You say as you walk towards him.

“How rude of them to make me work on my own birthday?” he chuckled softly.

He looked to the dining table and his eyes lit up.

“Did you made Katsudon?” he asked, the tired expression he once had leaving his face.

“Yeah, I did,” you say as you help him take off his jacket.

“However,” you place his hands on his chest, “You need to go bathe.”

“What’s with everyone bullying me today?” he huffed.

“Bullying or taking care of you?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed off.

“Just go bathe,” you say, chuckling as you push him towards your room.

“Oh no,” he said as you pushed him, “My feet can’t move.”

This grown kid.

“So I’m supposed to carry you bridal style now?” you joke.

“ I did it to you, didn’t I?” he whispers in your ear.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks the minute the sentence left his lips.

This man…

“Wow, my feet work now! I’ll go bathe,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

This man is too cute for his own good.

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“This…” he said, mouth stuffed with food, “This is really good!”

You smile, looking at the green-haired male scarfing down the food you made. You loved the little sparkle he had in his eyes whenever he truly enjoyed something - and to your luck, it was the food you prepared for him.

“You seriously made this by yourself?” He asked with his eyebrow raised.

“You don’t see your mom here, do you?”

“You sure you didn’t order in?” He teased again.

You kicked his leg under the table, causing him to wince in pain.

“Oh, how you wound me,” he said, faking tears.

“Serves you right for making fun of me,” you huff.

He got off of his chair and headed to the sink to wash his bowl.

“Well, to be fair,” you add, “I did video call your mom so she could teach me.”

“So I was right, then,” he said as he places his bowl in the sink and turning to face you.

“She didn’t make it, though!”

“You said you made it all by yourself, but you got my mother’s help. Hence, you lied to me,” he put his arms on the countertop.

“I didn’t lie to you,” you say, laughing, “I really made it by myself.”

Izuku was already standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands.

“You kicked me,” he stared at you, “You kicked a tired hero.”

“Heroes don’t tease others as much as you do,” you retort.

“What is my purpose in your life but to tease you?”

“A lot of things actually,” you say, smiling at him.

“Oh? Like what?”

“First of all,” you put your hand on his chest, “Where did this flirty Izuku come from?”

“Maybe,” he put his thumb on your lower lip, “He came because I am using my birthday privileges to be a little more flirty than usual.”

You stare at his green orbs. They glimmered even under his own shadow. Its golden flecks shined just for you and you alone. The creases of his eyes curved upwards, showing you how happy he was just to be in your presence. The wild forest he calls his hair had rogue strands that tickled your cheeks. You loved how soft they were - especially after him just washing it roughly an hour ago.

Your hand on his chest began to outline the scars he cultivated through his years under All Might’s wing and his hero training back in UA. You smiled as you remembered how strong-willed he was as a boy to become a hero, and now he was - standing on the very top.

“You okay?” he asked, worried.

“I was just thinking of how much you’ve grown from back then,” you look up to his face, meeting his eyes that were staring straight at you.

“For someone who took so many notes back then, you’re really dumb,” you both chuckle.

“How are you still bullying me?” he sighed.

“Endure it, Deku,” you joke, imitating Bakugou.

You close your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, enjoying the small moment you’re sharing with the male in front of you.

“Happy birthday, Izuku.”

“Thank you, love.”

You both shared a kiss, both bellies and hearts full.

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aconstantstateofbladerunner · 3 years

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The Glitch

I get the Broken Reality au is a haha funny joke but there’s been some legit great art for it and since Butterfly is over and I haven’t gotten into the groove of my other projects yet, I decided to try some flash fiction of my interpretations. Note that this is very small and informal; I used whatever idea came into my head over the course of an hour or so instead of the weeks of planning that go into my usual fics. This was an experiment for fun. But if people enjoy the concept, I may be tempted to expand on it.

Credit to @lollitree @moonpaw @gentrychild @owlf45 and @cyber-phobia (I’m sorry if I missed someone I lost track of how many people were involved in this mess).

Content working for reference to infant death.

Please enjoy!

The city shut down for a typhoon warning. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Dark clouds blocked the sun so much that by mid-morning it still looked like it never bothered coming up. And yet the humidity made it too hot for coffee. Inko didn’t know how to feel. Work would have been a good distraction. But she didn’t want any coworkers or clients to see if today got to be too much. And it was already shaping up to be. She caught herself making two plates of food for breakfast.

Inko sat alone in the kitchen. She couldn’t bring herself to finish her own plate. Sickness set in fast. The food had been cold for a long time before she summoned the strength to get up and throw it away. Then she stood over the open trash can a while, debating whether to try and hold it together, or just throw up and get it over with. She eventually managed to keep her stomach steady enough to go back to her bedroom. There was another trashcan in there anyway.

A sound stopped her. From her office. The distinct sound of something heavy falling onto the carpet. Right as she walked past the door.

Please not this again…

She opened the door with her eyes closed. Her mind conjured a familiar image. A bedroom full of books and hero posters. Bright colors and personal touches. A child’s room. Inko opened her eyes to her drab home office. Some of the older case file binders slipped off the pile again. She really needed to sort those into storage. Not today though. She didn’t bother to pick it up.

Inko walked faster than normal the rest of the way to her room. She doesn’t want to face the temptation to search for old toys she remembers storing in the empty closet. Or search the walls for scuff marks from action figures tossed into them she could always see even after the walls were painted. She hid her planner on a tall shelf and put the ladder away to make it that much harder to go through it over and over looking for doctors’ appointments and school events she knew were coming up. Finally reaching her bed brought no comfort.

Of course she knew today’s date by heart. She hadn’t put it on a calendar in the fourteen years since she used to look at it every day. Inko stuck her head under her pillows, as if they could block out the silent noise of her memories. Memories of before, the time even when she was by herself, she was never alone.

Fifteen years now, today. With a shuddering gasp, the tears finally came. Thunder crashed outside. It’s not fair! Why is it still this hard after this long? Phantom kicks in her belly joined the growing ice there.

The hardest part was she still felt like that sometimes. Like she wasn’t really alone. Inko didn’t believe in ghosts, but the lost of what could have been was more than haunting enough. She felt it watching her. Judging her. Waiting just long enough for her to settle down into a peaceful, content existence before it reared up to plague her heart all over again. Cliché hauntings like spooky faces in the mirror or blood coming out of the drains would have been preferable. Those would be generic enough not to remind her directly.

Rain started outside. Her phone lit up with a notification she ignored in time with a thunderclap. The storm was getting closer.

Maybe I should call Hisashi, the thought crossed her mind. Maybe he’s going through this too. She bit her lip bloody. Her frustrated memories weren’t in question like the others. Probably not though. I don’t want to talk to him anyway.

Hisashi had been stuck in the denial stage of grief, which often came off as him acting like he didn’t take hers seriously. Not a year, not even half a year looking back, after they came home from the hospital, he wanted to try again.

“We can’t let mourning hold us up forever,” he said. “And it’s not like we lost a once in a lifetime opportunity! We’ve got at least another twenty years to keep trying!”

But we did lose him! she had wanted to scream. Still did, years later. Why didn’t he understand? He was your loss too! Inko wanted for the next roll of thunder, then shouted.

“I don’t just want any baby! I want Izuku!”

The lights went out. The temperature rose five degrees instantly when the ceiling fan stopped going. The rain stopped.

Power outage. Inko sat up with a sniffle. Turns out the notification was a warning about roving blackouts. Of course. Oh well. I wasn’t really in the mood to cook tonight any-

Thunder boomed even louder than before, making her jump. Then another. Lightning flashed outside at the same time. It was right on top of her.

What? I thought the typhoon wasn’t supposed to make landfall until later toni-

Another crash. It vibrated through her bones. Then another. The lightning lit up her whole room. Except for a shadow on the wall. Inko jolted to look, holding her breath, and found only her own shadow in the next flash.

“I’m such an idiot…” She went for her phone again. For peace of mind, she decided to use her data to check if an evacuation order went out. Or any updates at all really, since the weather came so much faster than the news said. “Nothing,” she sighed annoyed. “I hate being alone for weather like this…”

A new notification pinged.

[Mom]

Inko blinked rapidly. The message remained. All of her insides turned inside out in an instant, and she started crying again. Was this someone’s idea of a sick joke? No one ever got a chance to call her that. She touched the note to open it, but nothing happened. No app or source was displayed. Nor did it go away after a few seconds like normal.

“Wha- What’s going on?” she wept. In a mix of sorrow and rage, she wound up to chunk the device across the room. But she froze.

Outside her window, floating against the pitch-black sky, were two small orbs. Perfectly circular and glowing. Watching her. She didn’t dare move.

Another ping. She looked without moving.

[I’m sorry]

“… What?”

For a moment, all the sounds in the world dropped out. They all came back at ounce.

Lights flickered. Both the ones inside and the lightning going outside. Multiple strikes laid on top of one another. No relief. Thunder pounded over and over like a drum solo. It shook the whole building. Inko ran into the closet away from the window. She slammed her hands over her eyes but it didn’t help. Her terrified cried were whispers to the screams of the storm.

A child’s scream. She heard it. Each flash of light came with a cry. The distinct sound of a little boy calling out in pain blended with unyielding nature. It came from every direction. Every hair on Inko’s arms stood up in fear. She felt the charge in the air. But she had to go out. Her baby was crying for help.

She burst from the closet into the living room. All the lights and appliances turned themselves on and off. The TV showed only static between its flashes. Something drew her too it. The storm was deafening. It pounded through her head like a heartbeat. The beats got faster. The static flashes started to look like a face. Her usual caution was abandoned as she fell to her knees and touched the screen. The snow cleared for a single instant. Just long enough to look like the blank eyes from the window. She felt the heartbeat there too.

Then it stopped. All of it. The noise and lights all went quiet and dark. The TV went completely cold in an instant. Inko, stunned, palmed over it looking for something. Anything. The pulse. Warmth. A burnt fuse or faulty wire. But nothing. The rain started again.

She pulled her hands back to her lap. Her heart was still racing and tears kept flowing down under her chin. She looked around. Everything in the living room and kitchen looked the same. No sign of the earthquake-like convolutions the whole appartement experienced only minutes ago. Inko combed the entire space for evidence. An object knocked off the shelf. A picture frame fallen from the wall. The notifications. Toys in the closet or scuffs in the wall. Still not a sign. She even stepped outside her door to check the sky. Only light rain and shattered thunder, just like the news said the day before.

There was only one thing out of place. Back in her bedroom, the bottom drawer of her nightstand hung open. Inko had to steal herself before approaching it. There were only two things in there: a little green blanket, and a picture of the ultrasound. The most recent one from her last appointment. The doctor said he was doing fine.

“Izuku…” she whispered to it in her hand.

She remembered the squealing little bundling being put in her arms for the first time. The first time he smiled at her. Teaching him to walk, then immediately launching into play. Him coming home with bruises and scrapes after the kids at school were mean to him, and crying in her arms. Then, him coming home with his first real friends in a long time. She made them all dinner. Katsudon. That was Izuku’s favorite.

Only she didn’t remember. The same way she didn’t really remember the toys and scuffs. Those were fantasies. Daydreams of what could have been. She just thought about them so often they felt like memories. Especially today. It was his birthday after all. They’d fade back into vague dreams by tomorrow. They always did.

And she would be left with reality. The silence. The cold, still little hand between her fingers. Soft cheeks without blush. Eyes that never opened. Clutching him too tight to her chest, knowing the second she let go he would be gone for real and it would all be over.

But it was never over. Inko went through this same torturous song and dance every year for fifteen now. All the guilt and dread would subside slowly over the next one, until it all came back at once. Just like this.

At least it’s done for now, she tried to reassure herself, climbing back into bed. It still wasn’t even noon yet. Plenty of time for another breakdown. Hopefully the next one won’t be, feel, as loud. She sighed heavily into her sheets. This sort of thing can’t be normal. I should really try therapy again.

Against her better judgement, she kept the blanket out, and clutched it to her chest. Static electricity pricked her fingers. With her other hand, she reached across the bed, and tried to imagine someone else there. Not Hisashi, never him anymore. Izuku. He was fifteen and happy, but the storm was making him nervous so he came to lay beside her. She remembered it like it was now. If she closed her eyes, she could feel his warm, soft skin, with a healthy, if a little anxious heartbeat just underneath. The mattress warped as he sighed.

“We’ll be okay. It’s just a little rough weather,” she promised.

“Okay, Mom,” Izuku answered quietly. “… I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I’ll start trying to get myself together tomorrow. For now, let me have this.

Izuku didn’t respond for a while. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Happy birthday.”

#midoriya inko #midoriya izuku #broken reality au #the glitch #mha #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aconstantstateoffanfiction #april fools #the long con

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schrijverr · 3 years

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The Fear of God... Or Auntie in this Case

5 Times Midoriya and Bakugo Mentioned their Auntie & 1 Time Everyone Met Them

Bakugo and Midoriya are childhood friends, while they don't always act like it, they have their moments where it's undeniable.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed any!

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Midoriya was in the kitchen with Iida and Uraraka drinking something after hero classes. They had fought other classmates and Midoriya had gotten his ass handed by Bakugo, who had perfected a new ultimate move.

Bakugo entered the kitchen and Midoriya smiled and waved: “Hi, Kacchan!”

“What was that pitiful performance today, Deku?” Bakugo spat as greeting, “If this is your best, I’ll be the No. 1 hero unopposed easily. It was pathetic.”

“I will work hard and beat you next time, Kacchan!” Midoriya was unbothered by Bakugo’s harshness, “Your new move was effective, but not unbeatable. I’ll get you next time.”

“You’d better try, don’t need more extra’s in my life,” Bakugo huffed.

To anyone else it would seem like an insult, but Midoriya only heard that so far he wasn’t considered an extra, which was high praise from Bakugo. So, he just smiled: “I’ll try. Also mom wants to know what you want to eat next Friday.”

“Tell her to make her super spicy curry,” Bakugo replied.

“But it’s so hot,” Midoriya whined.

“You can take it, I’ve seen you eat it without blinking before, Deku,” he huffed, “Besides, we ate katsudon last time, you don’t get to complain.”

Midoriya’s smile returned at that and he agreed: “That’s true, I’ll text her.”

“You’re eating together on the weekend you get to go home?” Uraraka asked from where she and Iida had followed the conversation from the sidelines.

“Huh, yeah, why wouldn’t we?” Midoriya said confused.

“Oh, you just don’t seem to like each other very much, that’s all,” Uraraka squeaked.

“What do you know, round-face,” Bakugo shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away.

“Don’t be rude, Kacchan,” Midoriya scolded.

“Their fault for being stupid,” Bakugo shrugged then walked off, while Midoriya rolled his eyes at his actions.

When Bakugo hadleft he turned back to Iida and Uraraka and explained: “It’s a bit of a tradition to eat together on Fridays. Our moms used to be very close and Kacchan’s parents would work late on Fridays, so mom would get me and Kacchan from school and we’d eat together, because Kacchan’s parents would be home late and that way they didn’t have to cook. In return they would bring me to school on Monday mornings when my mom had to work.”

“And why are still doing it?” Uraraka asked, “Not to be rude, I just don’t get it, since you’re always fighting.”

“Ah, well, we didn’t do it in Middle School anymore, but when we both got into UA mom and auntie picked up contact again and she wanted to see me too when we got back from the dorms and mom had the same with Kacchan, so we started again,” Midoriya told her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“And you’re okay with that?”

“What?” Midoriya stuttered.

“Uraraka, don’t be intrusive, it’s unbecoming of a hero to pry into other people’s business,” Iida was seemingly back online and in scolding mode.

“Ah, sorry,” she quickly apologized.

“Don’t worry, Uraraka!” Midoriya smiled, “I guess it was weird at first, but me and Kacchan have known each other since before we could walk. We’re good now.”

And with that Midoriya left, not noticing that both Iida and Uraraka had difficulty wrapping their heads around the fact that despite everything, Midoriya and Bakugo still shared a close bond that included eating dinner with the other’s parents regularly.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t known they were childhood friends, but with how they could be around each other and how their relationship had been at the start of the year, it was sometimes hard to connect that to their classmates.

However, the dorms were shedding more light on the vast amount of time the two had spend together throughout their life.

Another instance like this happened a few weeks later. Midoriya had worked till late the day before and wasn’t up by the time most were already eating their breakfast.

Bakugo entered the kitchen and asked: “Where’s Deku? That dumbass is usually here way too early, did he already leave of something?”

Tsu said: “He went to bed late last night, I think he’s still in bed, kero.”

“Stupid,” Bakugo huffed, before grabbing a bowl, pan and some ingredients, apparently done with the topic and starting breakfast for himself.

He was plating the final pancake, everyone confused why he’d made two plates, when Midoriya stumbled into the kitchen, his uniform looking a mess as he wrestled with his hair. As he walked, he noticed the plate and his eyes lit up: “Pancakes!”

“Don’t ruin them with that stupid syrup,” Bakugo only replied as if it was completely normal that he made breakfast for Midoriya when the boy was running late.

“Syrup doesn’t ruin them, you with your boring only butter just don’t know taste,” he stuck out his tongue, swiping one of the plates.

“Oi, I can take those back, Deku,” Bakugo threatened.

“Sorry, Kacchan, thank you for the pancakes,” Midoriya bowed, quickly retreating with his prize, but not before snatching the syrup off the counter.

“Idiot,” Bakugo huffed.

Kaminari broke the confused silence with: “Since when do you make breakfast for anyone?”

“I don’t make breakfast for anyone,” Bakugo said, “I just want auntie to murder me because Deku is too stupid to make breakfast for himself and dies.”

“Auntie?” Mina asked, but she was ignored by Bakugo, who went back to eating his own pancakes and scowling at the world.

Sadly for Bakugo, his friends were a lot nosier than Midoriya’s, so when they encountered a snippet of a side of Bakugo that they didn’t know, they wanted to get to the bottom of it.

They tried asking Bakugo about it, but the boy just grumbled about them being nosy and it not being a big deal. Asking Midoriya didn’t help much either, he just shrugged that pancakes were his favorite and he and Kacchan were childhood friends.

That explained little and only added more questions.

Naturally they pestered Bokugo after that, popping up to ask questions like: “When did you two meet?” “Don’t know, too young to remember.” “Are there pictures of you two?” “None of your business.” “Is that a yes?” “Leave me the fuck alone before I blow you face off.”

So, they were pouting in the common room, brainstorming ideas when a situation arose naturally, since Midoriya was on a nearby couch playing a board game with Momo and Tokoroki.

“Can I play red?” he asked, “It’s my favorite color.”

“Sure, I want the black one, it’s stylish,” Momo said.

“Favorite color?” Tokoroki asked.

“Yeah,” Midoriya smiled, “What’s yours?”

“Never thought about it, I suppose,” Tokoroki said.

“Really?” Momo asked.

Tokoroki shrugged, while Midoriya offered: “You can pick a favorite color now. Which color do you like the best? Any color bring you joy?”

At that Tokoroki pulled a thinking face, obviously putting a bit too much thought in a such a silly question as what’s your favorite color.

It was at this moment that Bakugo entered. He spotted the unstarted board game and Tokoroki’s extreme thinking face and yelled: “Oi, Icy-Hot, what are you thinking so hard about? Finding start really that hard?”

“Don’t be mean, Kacchan,” Midoriya called back, “Tokoroki is picking a favorite color, that’s important.”

“Pshh, favorite colors are stupid and for babies, I don’t have one,” Bakugo said.

“Oh, really?” Midoriya asked, a shit eating tone creeping into his voice that made Bakugo and the others look up with suspicion, “I vaguely remember something about green being your favorite color.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Deku,” Bakugo’s tone was threateningand trying to stop the conversation.

“Really?” Midoriya said, before doing an impression of what was presumably a small Bakugo, “Please, auntie, can you make me a green birthday cake? It’s the bestest color and I want a cake with leaves on it, please, auntie?”

“Shut up!” Bakugo launched himself over the couch to tackle Midoriya, who shrieked as he tried to get away to no avail.

Bakugo mercilessly tickled him as he tried to fight him off through the giggles. Meanwhile Todoroki said: “I think I like blue best,” not noticing or caring about the spectacle that was Bakugo and Midoriya.

After the other had been threatened, Bakugo stomped off, while Midoriya could only give them the reason of being childhood friends for all this.

It was a reasonable explanation, but it was slightly unbelievable that Midoriya had only been mildly maimed in that encounter. The two of them shouldn’t work as friends, no matter how long they’d spend together.

They just shouldn’t.

There must be another reason for them to be close enough for these random encounters to happen, they just had to find it.

So, a small group was on high alert whenever the two were in the same room. They watched like hawks for something to happen that could explain their friendship, so when Bakugo got a call from his mother, no one left the room, just in case Midoriya walked in. Instead they just pretended to be absorbed in whatever they were doing while they waited.

After a few minutes their patience was rewarded, because Midoriya walked into the room right as Bakugo was saying: “Yes, I’m eating just fine, you old hag.”

“Auntie?” he asked with a shine in his eyes.

Bakugo lowered the phone for a second and rolled his eyes: “Yeah, it’s her,” before going back to the conversation with a, “I’m listening, I’m listening, geez, Izu wanted to know if it was you,” a small silence, “Yes, he’s here.”

Midoriya leaned over the back of the couch next to Bakugo on the side of the phone and called out: “Hi, auntie, how are you? Everything good with the business, I hope?”

With a sigh, Bakugo angled the phone so that both could listen to whatever his mother was saying, not even that annoyed that his private phone call got hijacked.

“Yeah, he’s eating his greens,” Midoriya chirped, earning him a glare, but Bakugo didn’t shove him off, “Still not eating the turnips though.”

“They’re gross, I don’t care what you think,” Bakugo complained, “And Izu is staying up late to do his homework.”

“That’s mean,” Midoriya pouted, before assuring Bakugo’s mother, “He’s lying, it’s just much work, but nothing unreasonable. And the only reason he knows, is because he’s still up as well. So, if I’m late, so is he.”

That did earn him a small slap from Bakugo and he exclaimed: “Ouch! Kacchan!”

There was an incomprehensible sound from the phone and with a shit eating grin, Midoriya said: “Yes, he’s hitting me, auntie. He hits hard.”

“He- he deserved that!” Bakugo protested, “And it wasn’t that hard, he’s sticking his tongue out at me.”

“No, I’m not,” Midoriya lied.

“You don’t get to team up against me with my mother,” Bakugo said.

“It’s not teaming up if you’re misbehaving,” Midoriya told him.

That was the limit for Bakugo who threw up his hands and pushed the phone in Midoriya’s grip as he got up and said: “I’m done, apparently she likes you better, you talk to her.”

Midoriya blinked a few times, before something Bakugo’s mother said snapped him out of it and he said: “Kacchan just walked off, yeah. I’ll make sure he says goodbye properly. He probably just didn’t wanna say that he loves you with the others here.”

Something Mitsuki answered made him laugh and he agreed: “He’s always been sensitive. But how are you, I feel like we haven’t talked in a while, say hi to uncle from me and to mom.”

And with that Midoriya spiraled into small talk, starting to walk around while he talked until he disappeared up the stairs, presumably to force Bakugo to say goodbye to his mom.

The people in the room were gobsmacked that Bakugo would trust Midoriya enough with his phone to just leave it with him while he stalked off, or that Midoriya would just throw Bakugo under the bus like that in front of his mother and got away with it.

Everyone who had witnessed it were now incredibly curious to what exactly happened, what their childhood must have been like. They still refused to believe that there hadn’t been anything big, but it really had just been the little things that built up.

The first time it happened both boys were four and walking back from school with Mitsuki. It was a hot summer day with the sun beating down, causing them all to sweat. So, the two little kids wanted ice cream.

Finally Kacchan decided that his friend’s miserable looks were too much, so when they passed an ice cream cart he asked his mom: “Mom, can we get ice cream?”

His mother had been dotting the last i’s on something in her phone and only vaguely picked up the noise, not actively registering the words. She snapped back into reality and said: “Hey, why don’t you boys go get some ice cream while I finish this?”

The two cheered and smiled as she handed them some money, keeping one eye on them while the other focused on her task.

“How did you do that, Kacchan?” Izu asked.

“Do what?”

“Make auntie think it was her idea to let us get ice cream,” he explained, “That was so cool!”

Kacchan realized that this was an opportunity to look cool, so he said: “I’m just awesome like that, maybe it’s my quirk. I suggest something and someone else then offers it.”

“Really!” Izu had big eyes.

“Maybe,” Kacchan shrugged, “Can you do a handstand?”

Izu felt no urge to do it, but he didn’t want to disappoint his friend, so he said: “Why don’t I do a handstand?” then after a beat, “I don’t feel anything.”

“Hmm,” Kacchan hummed, “Oh, I know, hey, do a handstand.”

“You know, I should do a handstand,” Izu still felt nothing, but he was having fun thinking of new ways to say this.

“While you’re at it, maybe do a handstand,” Kacchan giggled, he also was aware that it probably wouldn’t be his quirk and it was a fun game to do with his friend.

The two boys walked back to Mitsuki while playing their game and after that it became a thing. Whenever one had to do something and said it out loud, it was the other’s cue to jump in and suggest whatever the first had said back to them in a different way.

Midoriya and Bakugo hadn’t done it in forever, but living in the dorm had made both more comfortable around each other. So when Bakugo got up on a study evening stating that he had to grab a new pen, Midoriya didn’t even register that he countered: “Hey, why don’t you go get a new pen?”

Bakugo looked surprised for a moment then, smirked: “I was thinking of getting a new pen.”

“While you’re at it, grab a new pen as well,” Midoriya was still looking at his homework, more doing it on reflex then anything else.

“Hey, I think I’m getting a new pen.”

“Great suggestion, get a new pen too, okay?”

“I could grab a new pen now that I’m up.”

“Now that you’re up, why don’t you grab a new pen?”

“What are you two doing?” Momo interrupted them.

“Yes, you are distracting the whole class, who are trying to study,” Iida back her up with a lot of chopping movements.

Midoriya looked startled, then blushed heavily, while Bakugo grinned and left the room to grab saidnew pen. Now Midoriya was alone in front of everyone’s curious gazes.

He shrugged and said: “It’s a long story and it’s not even that funny actually. We got ice cream and stuff, but we asked auntie and then she said it and then we thought it was Kacchans quirk and I didn’t do a handstand, but we did the repeating stuff and it was funny…” he petered off into muttering, explaining nothing.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” Iida said.

“It’s an inside joke,” Midoriya settled on, not thinking he’d be able to explain.

“An inside joke!” Mina repeated loudly.

The door opened and Bakugo came back with the pen in hand and Mina whipper her head around to him, making him freeze in his spot.

“Bro, not manly to lie,” Kirishima whined, “You told me, you didn’t do inside jokes.”

“And I don’t,” Bakugo told him.

“But-” Kirishima was cut off by Bakugo: “Izu is the exception, now get the fuck back to your math, you suck at it.”

“Brooo.”

After that Bakugo refused to engage with anyone and ignored the looks. Midoriya had a harder time, but he managed on the warmth of the return of the childhood nickname.

After the call with auntie, Bakugo had started calling him Izu here and there again. Midoriya was sure, he hadn’t wanted to call him Deku in front of his mom, but Midoriya felt weird, so he had settled on Izu, but after that, he had tried to not call him Deku anymore.

They were going back to when they were good, when they were equals and friends who had stupid fun. And Midoriya couldn’t be more excited.

Most accepted that neither wanted to comment on it and went back to their work. A few, however, filed this away and kept a closer eye on them.

There would be a few more instances where they found the two repeated the same thing back at eachother, or when they were getting along, or made a comment that would be weird if the other didn’t react like it wasn’t completely normal or entirely hilarious.

But they wouldn’t get any insight into why they worked as friends until both of them got hurt in a street fight.

They weren’t badly hurt, hadn’t even needed a hospital, but the fight had been televised, so after Aizawa had cleared them he said: “Your mom’s are coming over to check on you. They were worried after seeing the fight, so reassure them.”

The two immediately turned to the other with wide eyes as Aizawa left. Then class 1-A witnessed the weirdest thing to date, almost in sync the two proclaimed: “You came with the idea.”

“I said it first,” Bakugo exclaimed.

“Nu-uh, I did,” Midoriya said.

“First off, no you didn’t. Second off, even if you did, it wouldn’t make it true.”

“You threw the first punch!” Midoriya yelled.

“And you wanted to help them.”

“You did too.”

“Yeah, but you suggested it.”

“Noooo, Kacchan, auntie will scold me,” Midoriya whined.

“Yeah, but my auntie will be sad and she has the same eyes as you and I’ll feel bad,” Bakugo countered.

“What’s going on with you two?” Mina got between them, “It’s just your mothers being worried about you. You’re lucky they care so much.”

“You don’t underst-” Midoriya began, only to be cut off by the door slamming open to reveal two ladies.

“Do you two have any idea how scared I was when I saw the news,” the smaller, green haired one began, “You know I can’t watch that kind of stuff, but then it was you two as well? You will give me a heart condition if you go on like this.”

She shook both their shoulders violently, while tears streamed down her face. Neither boy could react to her, however, due to the shaking.

Mitsuki stepped in: “Hey, Inko, relax, don’t injure them with the shaking. The teachers said they were fine,” the two sighed in relief when they were released, so she added: “Don’t think you’re both not getting the scolding of a lifetime.”

Both had been pulled into a hug by Inko, so they just looked chastised over her shoulders at Mitsuki, who seemed satisfied at that.

“First injuries, though,” she said, “I know Inko won’t be able to sleep otherwise.”

Bakugo had the most visible injury of a cut on his face, so Inko started with him. She gently cupped his cheek and inspected the cut. Everyone expected him to push her off or get mad, but instead he leaned into her hands and softly greeted: “Hi, auntie.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said, “Your head feeling okay? The teachers said you didn’t have a concussion, but make sure to tell Izukuif you feel woozy, yeah?”

“I will auntie, it’s fine. Looks worse than it is,” he assured her.

“Did they clean this properly?” she replied.

“Yeah,” Bakugo nodded.

“Sting?”

“A bit, but it’s fine.”

“I think he’s alright, Suki,” Inko told the other woman.

While she had been checking over Bakugo, Mitsuki had taken upon her the task of scolding Midoriya: “What were you thinking, dragging Kat into a street fight with you? I know you both got your licenses and you’re proud of it, but it is not an excuse to mix yourself in every fight.”

“But Kacchan jump-” Midoriya started to protest.

Now Inko involved herself in the conversation: “No buts, young man. I support you, but I asked you to not needlessly endanger yourself.”

“And you,” Mitsuki directed herself to Bakugo assured that he was fine, “You should know better. I know you are also responsible for half the shit you got up in your childhood, but I thought you had grown out of it. I really wish you two weren’t such trouble magnets.”

“That was very irresponsible indeed,” Inko told him and while she looked like a hurt puppy, Bakugo did a pretty accurate impression in reply.

“Kacchan jumped in first,” Midoriya defended, finally getting the whole sentence of throwing Bakugo under the bus out without being interrupted.

“And you suggested it first, right?” Mitsuki didn’t even seem phased or surprised as she presented Midoriya as the prime instigator between him and Bakugo like it was a fact.

Midoriya didn’t respond so she said: “I’m taking that as a yes. You always were a sneaky one that got the two of you in trouble.”

“The ant incident was only partly my idea. Kacchan was the most adventurous, not me. He came up with a lot too,” Midoriya protested.

“That’s not true,” Bakugo said, “The ant incident was completely your fault. I still fell them crawling sometimes.” He shuddered.

“Boys, concentrate, the ant incident is in the past,” Inko interrupted them, “I don’t care who suggested it first and who threw the first punch. You both behaved recklessly and worried me. We know you’re in the hero business, but you could’ve least called to tell us you were okay.”

“Sorry, mom.”

“Sorry, auntie.”

Both were looking like properly scolded young boys, ten years being shaved off under the worried gaze of their mothers and suddenly their friendship didn’t seem so weird anymore.

With Midoriya also appointed as a trouble maker and Bakugo an unwilling victim of their own bullshit, they could see how two adventurous little kids got up to so much trouble that their mothers scolding invoked a fear that made them rush to blame the other for whatever had happened.

A lot can happen to break friendships and a lot can leave him beyond repair, but not a lot of feelings can compare to sitting in front of your mother after getting in trouble with your friend that you enjoyed too much to truly regret.

Seeing that the message had sunk in, the stern expression faded from their faces and Mitsuki asked: “I saw you landed a bit rough on the end there, Izuku. Your ankles alright?”

“Yeah, my boots protected me from most of the damage,” Midoriya assured her.

“Good,” she nodded more to herself as she checked both of themover again.

“You’ll tell a teacher if you start to feel bad, won’t you?” Inko asked.

“Yes, mom,” Midoriya said.

“And you’ll eat enough?” Mitsuki checked.

“Yes, old hag,” Bakugo rolled his eyes, with the scolding over, he was reverting back to his usual self.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook, young man. Your dad is also very mad, but he couldn’t make it, so you are just lucky,” the blonde said.

“Say hi to uncle from me,” Midoriya smiled, his mom now having pulled him into a hug.

“I will, but don’t think you’re not getting a scolding come next Friday,” she said, before hugging Bakugo and then him, giving both a kiss on the cheek before the two moms said their goodbyes.

Once they were out the door, Kaminari said: “So, what’s the ant incident?”

“WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THE ANT INCIDENT!” Bakugo roared.

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sheep33hallow · 2 years

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So you see me?(MikeyxTakemichi)

AO3

Words count: 5k

Takemichi sat in his bed clipping photos into a scrapbook. During his last outing he was able to score a lot of pictures of his target. His hair was so blonde and well groomed. He was introduced to his target through Emma, the friend of his childhood friend Hinata. He was with Emma one day and Takemichi almost fell over from how cute he was.

A few more snips and the picture was free. Takemichi felt his heart going a thousand beats per minute. This wasn’t his first target in his life, but it was his current. He grabbed his Hello Kitty tape roll and placed the photo into the book. A piece of tape on the top and bottom. He was one maternity leave at the moment, so this was a good distraction from boredom.

With the last picture in place, he kissed it and closed the book up. Scooting to the edge of the bed, he squatted down as he put the book under his bed with his other scrapbooks throughout the years. He had a very organized system in place that he was proud of.

Color coordinated, by year and names.

He is grateful he doesn’t have any roommates. He worked extra hard hiding this hobby of his. He had two months to go on his leave, grateful that the college and his parents will be helping him until he graduates and is able to afford everything on his own. He didn’t think going to a college party would end so brutally, and with a pregnancy a month later.

He only had a year left, and the guy was kicked out of the school. He was so ugly as well. He wished someone as handsome as his target had taken advantage of him at least. He’ll continue praying the kid looks like himself or his family.

He stands up from the floor. His cold feet walk across the wooden floor out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. His small two bedroom apartment, still wasn’t quite ready yet for the baby. He opens the fridge to grab some katsudon that Hinata made the last time she was here. That goes on the counter. He stretches up above his head to grab a bowl out of the cabinet. Before he can pull it out of the cabinet, his doorbell alerts him. Looking at the clock, he isn’t expecting anyone today. He pulls his arm back to his body. Pausing to wait to see if it was just a package or glitch.

The bell dings again.

Then a knock.

Takemichi bites his lip. Then groans at having to talk to someone in his nightgown.

“Hold on.” He calls out to the guest.

He’s grateful he has showered today.

Leaving the kitchen, he rounded the corner to the doorway leading to the front door. He doesn’t recognize the silhouette in his frosted door’s window.

A bark is all he hears as he opens the door.

Oh.

_____

Mikey is a man that has been feeling eyes on him for the last few weeks. He doesn’t know who they are, but they’ve been doing a good job at not getting caught. He hasn’t sent his men out to catch the perp, but only because their aura isn’t threatening. Almost loving in a way.

It’s weird. All of his exes would rather murder him upfront than stare from far away. Probably some young punk that wants to become a crime lord like he is. He gives back to the community, so a lot of the community knows what he does, but for the most part his crew and him are respected.

He’s at Emma’s house right now helping her cook a meal. Draken was injured during they’re last shootout, so he promised he would help her around the house more in Draken’s place. Shark, his dog, was in the corner under the sunlight with Emma’s bunny, Hops. His current screen saver was a picture of them he had taken earlier.

“Hey, take your feet off of my counter.” Said Emma, she was leaning over the food to swat at him. He was sitting on a barstool waiting for Emma’s next instructions when he did as told and placed his feet on the ground.

“I’m waiting for you.” He said. “Got me over here watching bunny tik tok videos.”

“Oooo. Is it from Fre.BunHun?” Emma wiped his hands on the towel next to the sink. She turns toward Mikey to lean over the island.

“No. Um, Ono12LongEarz.”

“Oh, I hate them. He painted his bunny blue last year with the wrong fur paint.” Emma said with a grimace.

“Hmm. Kid looks to be about 16.”

“So, what. Learn proper bun care.” Mikey rolled her eyes. She was surrounded everyday by some underground shit, but a kid making a mistake is what sets her off.

“Okay Emma.” He puts his phone away. He leans back in the stool. “What else you want me to do?”

She perks up. “I need you to do a drop for me.”

Mikey looks at her. “To grandpa?”

Emma giggles. “No.”

Mikey knows everyone she cooks for and it’s mostly family. “Hinata?”

“Hmm. Close. I met this person through Hinata.”

Mikey isn’t really in the mood for 21 questions. He’s been here all day cleaning or helping cook while Draken gives his commentary every now and again.

“Emma….you’ve worked me hard today. Please tell me this is the last thing?” He groans.

She waves him off. “Oh, sorry, I’m not having you clean guns or be at the butcher shop.” Her voice was laced with sarcasm.

“That is not even my job in the organization.” Laughs Mikey.

She moves to hit his shoulder, but misses when he pulls back. “Maybe next time.” He says. Smiling at her.

She pouts, then straightens up as she walks over to the fridge. She grabs three containers out and puts them on the counter. She looks around before spotting a reusable bag that she uses to put the containers of food into. She walks around the island to stand in front of her brother.

She is holding the strap of the bag while it hangs behind her back.

“Takemichi.”

“Takemitchy?”

She kicks his shins. It lands. “Takemichi. A pregnant friend of mine.”

He doesn’t respond. Upset with himself for not missing that kick. His ankle is crossed over resting on his thigh. He rubs it as he continues to listen to Emma.

“He sucks at taking care of himself, and usually Hinata does it, but she is out of town.”

“So feed the little cow?”

“Will you call me that when I get pregnant?”

“By Draken?”

She squints her eyes at him. “Who else?”

“Oh, thought you’d upgrade by the time you’d want to get pregnant.” He jokes.

A phone buzzes in his pocket. He holds his finger up at Emma to put her on pause.

A text from Draken.

Fuck you Mikey.

He loves his friends.

I love you. ~(^_^)~ He texts back.

“That Draken?”

“Yeah, see what I’m talking about? His hearing is so good. A complete disaster of a man.” He sighs as he places his hand on his chest for dramatic effect.

It’s Emma’s turn to roll her eyes. “I’m going to give you his address.” She throws the bag in his lap. She is satisfied when his eyes widen at the weight of the food she threw into his lap. “Then, your assistance is done for the day.” She looks at the pets next to the window.

Turning back to Mikey she says. “Don’t leave Shark in the car when you go up to see him.”

“Shark isn’t good with strangers.” He gets off of the stool. Bag in hand as he walks over to his dog. Shark sits up when Mikey gets closer. His tag wagging. Mikey pets his head.

“Trust me. It’ll make Takemichi happy.” He says with a smile. She walks over to them and grabs Hops.

“If your friend dies, not on me.”

Emma sticks her tongue out at him.

He pokes it.

“EWWW.” Emma squeals as she backs up away from them.

Mikey laughs. “Come here, let me kiss you goodbye.”

“Hell no. I need mouthwash, I don’t know where your nasty hands have been.” She leaves him in the living room to go to the bathroom. Squeezing Hops to her chest.

“They’ve been murdering people just like your husband.” He yells back.

When he gets no response, he sends an “I love you” text to her and Draken after he leaves with Shark.

He gets one cute and one hideous gif as a response.

____

Oh no. His target was here. At his front door.

His body feels happy. Oh, he hopes he doesn’t pee on himself. That baby has been treating his bladder like its personal enemy for the past month. Every movement has a potential for a surprise.

Those dark eyes stare at him. He looks so calm. Is he waiting for Takemichi to say something?

What should he say? Maybe he should offer him some food.

“Hey hey?” A hand is waving in his face.

Huh.

Looking up he sees a man. Who is this?

He needs to think quickly.

A finger snaps in front of his face.

“Oh, Oh, I’m so sorry.” He replies back. Rubbing the back of his head.

A man with dark eyes is looking deep at him. He looks annoyed. His blonde hair hangs long over his shoulders. He’s in a messy sweatshirt, bleach stains all over it. Even on the cuffs of his pants.

“Are you maintenance?” Takemichi says.

That man’s mouth tightens.

“No, I’m here because of Emma.” The man holds a bag up in front of his face.

“Then are you Uber Eats? Usually Hinata brings me food from Emma.” The man is handsome.

The man tilts his head at him. “Does Emma not talk about her family with you?”

“Um, I know the basics. Her husband, grandpa, broth----” He stops midway. Memories returning.

OH! That’s who that is. It’s the person who he is always cutting out of the pictures he takes of the dog. Emma’s brother. The dog’s owner.

He looks the man up and down.

Usually he is dressed way better when he sees him around with the dog.

His eyes widened. He doesn’t think any photo clippings are in the living room. The man might be weirded out to see photo clippings of him in the trash can. Wow.

“Manjirou.” He finally says.

“Mikey. Call me that.” He tilts his head back in place.

“Umm, s-sure.” He stutters. Feeling his face warm up a bit. A handsome dog with a handsome owner, but Emma is beautiful so it makes sense.

“Here is your food.” He holds his hand out. Takemichi looks at the hand then at the dog. He wants more time with the dog. He was only able to get some time before because Emma was babysitting it.

He thinks.

He backs up against the door. “You look like you’ve been working.” He rubs his belly. “Want to eat with me? Being pregnant and alone gets really lonesome.”

Please bring in the dog.

He watches Mikey drop his hand. Then he looks at his dog.

“My dog doesn’t like strangers.”

“He’s been sitting here behaving pretty well.”

“You aren’t touching him though.” The man says. Sounding tired too.

“May I touch him?” Takemichi straightens up. Shuffling a little closer to the dog. A hand on his shoulder stops him.

He looks at Mikey. “He’s known to take fingers.”

He stalks the dog pretty often. He hasn’t seen aggressive tendencies.

“I’ll take my chances.” The pregnant man huffs as he tries to squat down.

“Oh my god.” Say Mikey with annoyance. “Go sit down. I don’t need to add pregnant dumbass to my list.” He pushes Takemichi inside so he doesn’t continue to attempt bending down. Pulling on the dog's leash so he follows. He does.

“Go find a seat.” Mikey continues. He shuts the door with his foot.

Takemichi didn’t expect the man to barge his way in, but he’s happy nonetheless. He smiles while he talks over to his couch. He straightens out his nightgown as he watches Mikey put the food down in his kitchen. “You still eating this Katsudon?”

He had forgotten about that. “I was trying to warm it up.”

“Hold on. I’ll do it for you.” Said Mikey.

“Oh no no. I’ll do it later.” He waves his hands to stop the man. He wants the dog. The dog who is obediently following his owner in the kitchen.

Mikey looks at him.

That alone stops Takemichi’s movements. He feels weird under his stare.

Is that danger?

Takemichi decides to stay quiet while Mikey puts the food he brought over into the fridge. The heater kicking on and the scrapping of plates are the only noises heard for the next ten minutes.

Takemichi knows that Emma is a housewife, but he’s never thought to ask what her husband does for work. All he knows is that he is a part of their family business. So the Sanos have wealth apparently because Emma’s home is very gorgeous.

He hopes that with his degree he’ll have wealth like that at some point. He wants his child to be well taken care of. Hinata is planning a baby shower for him to help take off the burden of relying on his parents to buy too much stuff. He would love to get a pet as well. He was never allowed to have one growing up, but right now he won’t have the time for one. All of his single parent energy will go to his kid.

The pet would be totally neglected.

Soon he’ll have to give up his hobby of stalking people's pets as well.

He frowns as he gripes a section of his nightgown hanging over his knees.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Takemichi shifts his head up. MIkey is holding a bowl out to him.

He blinks, then looks around for the dog.

Mikey must know because he says. “He is drinking some water. I used a bowl of yours.”

“Oh.” Is all he says as he takes the bowl from Mikey. He puts it on his lap and begins to eat.

Mikey sits on the floor in front of him. Deciding to watch him apparently. More silence follows. Slurping is heard from both Takemichi and the dog.

Mikey brings his phone out and plays with it. Takemichi eats but notices some tattoos on Mikey’s neck and fingers. He wonders if they are art dealers of some kind. Not many jobs allow tattoos out in the open. The Yakuza are still pretty active in the tattoos scene.

He remembers his delinquent days when he used to follow updates on the local Yakuza. Yeah they did some fuck up stuff, but they also held community events and donated to nursing homes and schools.

The Yakuza is one of the reasons why he doesn’t even have to pay for college. He was one of the lucky ones to get a 4-year scholarship. It was in memory of a bike shop owner and you had to tell a story of a time you were an unsung hero.

His story was so embarrassing.

But honesty worked.

Noodles are hanging from his mouth as the dog walks over to his master. Mikey pulls the dog into his lap.

They are both so cute together.

“This is Shark.”

He slurps the rest of the noodles. He puts the bowl on the stand next to the couch.

He waves his fingers at Shark.

The dog sniffs at him.

Takemichi smiles.

Mikey is watching them.

“Alright.” He starts. “I’m going to hold him as you reach out your hands. Do NOT touch him. Just let him sniff you first. “

Mikey wraps both arms under the dog.

Oh, the excitement is flowing through his veins. His target is right in front of him. He feels some wetness on his face. God, he can’t even blame the hormones.

He wipes his cheek with the back of his hand. He looks at Mikey and the man is staying silent. He appreciates it.

Shark is sitting so patiently like his owner. Takemichi is always slow with his actions and pregnancy has made it worse. His mother doesn’t believe it, but she also hasn’t seen him in person for over a year.

Once his face is dry, he slowly reaches out his hand, letting it hover in front of the dog. He lets Shark sniff his fingers. His wet nose leaves a slimy trail behind. Then the dog stops and pulls back.

“Okay. You can touch him now.”

Yes!

Extending his hand out further, he touches the top of the dog's head. His tail wags in Mikey’s lap. Shark makes a motion of wanting to be released and Mikey allows it. Opening his arms bit by bit until he is fully out of his lap.

Shark walks into Takemichi’s spread legs. Resting his head on the human’s thigh.

“Oh my!” Takemichi says. Joy in his voice. He scratches behind Shark’s ears, rubbing the fur on his neck back and forth. It’s so soft.

“Huh.” Said Mikey. He leans back on the floor. Being supported by his arms. “You live.”

“I like living.” Jokes Takemichi. Continuing to pet the dog. Shark’s tail gets faster and faster as Takemichi baby talks to him.

“I guess you’re meant to be a parent. He never likes my baby talk.”

Takemichi slows his movements. Keep his focus on the dog’s ears. “I guess.” He says. Feeling a little bold. “I didn’t exactly do this on purpose.”

“I should say not. You’re living alone. You don’t even have an alpha’s scent anywhere in this home.”

“You’re here.”

“Oh ho. The little cow wants to be milked.” Chuckles Mikey.

“God, I wish.” Takemichi pauses, he didn’t mean to say that outloud. He keeps his eye focused on the dog. He doesn’t want to look at Mikey. So embarrassing.

Mikey laughs at that. “Alas, I am a man of tradition. I milk my cows at home.”

“You have kids?” He looks up. Emma would have said something about being an aunt.

“Me? Fuck no.” He snorts. “I would rather be married if I do have kids. I don’t really want any though.”

“This will probably be my only one.” He leans back against the couch.

Mikey bends a knee up and leans his elbow on his. The other leg is bent on the floor with his other hand on top.

“So your ex just didn’t like kids or a one night stand?” Mikey was curious. Takemichi couldn’t blame him. Most are when they see him walk around alone. No bite mark or ring in sight.

“Was taken advantage of.” Is all he says. Closing his eyes. Not really in the mood to see some pity in the man’s eyes.

“He in jail?”

“He spent six months there.”

“Got a name?”

“Masataka Kiyomizu”

“Oh. I think I know him. He got a scar over his eyebrow.”

He sees that shit in his dreams. “Yeah.” He softly says.

“Taken care of. Plus you’ll get some money out of it. For the baby.”

Takemichi opens his eyes. “W-what do you mean?”

Mikey has a phone in his hand. He is texting someone. Mikey isn’t responding. He feels some anxious energy in his body. His hands are on Shark’s head when the dog moves his nose in between Takemichi legs. Pressing against his pelvis.

He goes to push Shark back, but stops.

Oh.

His shoulders drop.

He peed on the couch.

A lot.

He just starts to cry. Shark leaves his legs and he is pulled into Mikey’s body on the couch.

The man moves so silently, but Takemichi appreciates it. He lets himself cry into the man’s shoulder.

“D-don’t get-t too close. I-I peed.”

“Yeah. I can smell it.” He pats Takemichi’s head. “Trust me, I’ve smelled worse and they weren’t as cute as you.”

“I-I’m not c-cute right now.” His tears stream down his face. Snot leaving his nose. God, he has been crying so much in the past few months alone. He didn’t think the person to catch him would be a stranger.

“You’re so cute. Especially the way you stalk me. Might fuck around and your cow ass my bitch.”

Takemichi is still crying as he tries to move away from Mikey. Is that why he came over? For revenge? At this point Takemichi doesn’t have any strength in him to fight back. If Mikey wants to beat him up, why does he wait so long? It's been two hours since they first met.

“H-how did you k-know?” He stutters. Mikey’s grip on him is strong and comforting. Not letting him leave his spot.

“Well, your stare felt familiar when I entered your home, and Shark didn’t attack you, plus I wasn’t sure until you just confirmed it.” He chuckles.

Takemichi isn’t laughing. He sniffs. “I’m sorry.”

“Why were you stalking me?”

“It wasn’t you.” He replies. “I like Shark.”

Mikey releases his grip. Making eye contact. “F-for my dog?”

Takemichi uses his sleeve to wipe his nose and face. “Yeah, I like cute dogs. I’ve never had some b-before and I-I’ve felt drawn to him.”

This time Mikey turns away from Takemichi to lean against the couch. “So you don’t know who I am?”

“No.” He said. “Just that you are Emma’s brother and you work with her husband for your family business.”

Mikey’s eyes shift to him. He sighs. He pinches his nose. “I’m hungry because Emma worked me like a dog today.” He stands up. “Go shower. I’m going to eat and I’ll explain more to you.”

Takemichi realizes that sounds like a good idea. Getting up as well. He rubs Shark’s ears as he moves around his guest to leave the living room and walk down the hall into the bathroom.

_______

Mikey has never felt a blow like this to his ego. His dog was being stalked. Not him. He pushes his lips out into a pout as he walks back into the kitchen. He opens the fridge to grab the container of dumplings that Emma made. He throws some into the bowl for Shark. This was usually his feeding time.

He puts some onto a plate and sticks it into the microwave. He goes to the sink to wash his hands.

So that’s why Kiyomizu ended up in jail. He said it was a probation violation. This wasn’t the first time he’s heard this rumor about his subordinate.

Tsk. He’ll be dead by sundown anyways. He told Mitsuya to deal with his underling. Takemichi will be getting a nice percentage of any of the money that the asshole was hoarding and for any organs of his that they’ll sell. Hakkai and Peh were good at that sort of thing.

The microwave dings. He opens it up and pulls the plate out. He walks over to the table they’ve been ignoring. He munches on the food as he listens to the shower. He looks at the couch cushion and wonders if he should put it in the washer, but he doesn’t want to over step his boundaries too much.

The little guy has clearly had them pushed enough, but knowing himself. He can’t say, he’ll hold himself back either. He was truthful earlier about making Takemichi his bitch. He won’t force himself sexually on the omega, but laying a pseudo- claim might be enough.

Shark likes him. That’s a big deal. His most trusted companion trusts a little pregnant man that is a hardworking stalker.

Mikey chokes when he tries to laugh. He beats his chest as the food comes back up.

“Are you okay?” Mikey looks up, Takemichi is in a baggy hoodie with red shorts on. He is rubbing a towel into his hair.

He coughs again. “Yeah, just thinking about something funny.”

Takemichi raises an eyebrow at him. Then walks over to sit in the other seat at the table. The towel hangs around his neck.

“What do you know about the Yakuza?”

Mikey watches Takemichi’s eyes widen. He pouts, hopefully he hasn’t had a run in with one of his men.

“I like them. They seem to do a lot for the community as long as we respect them.”

“Hmm.”

“Why?”

Mikey digs a finger into his ear. He feels it being clogged up. A few more wiggles and a wad of ear wax is on his finger. He flicks it off before speaking. “I run Toman.” He says with a yawn.

The omega eyes widen further, his hands move upward to cover his mouth.

“Woah.” He whispers. “That explains a lot.”

“How so?”

He moved his hands away. Back to his lap. “Well Emma is not much older than me and she and Draken live in a huge and gorgeous home.”

Mikey huffs a laugh at that. Draken did not want a home that big. His monthly expenses are way more than Mikey’s and Mikey picks on him for that. Families are expensive, but he knows Draken doesn’t truly mind. Emma’s happiness brings so much peace and joy to his life.

“Yeah.” He tilts the chair back a bit.

“Is your home that big?”

“Oh no. I like it’s only a little bit bigger than yours.”

“What? Why?”

“I live alone. Why do I need more space? You could use more space. Shit, a toddler will get into everything.”

“I don’t work. I can’t get bigger. My parents are paying for this.”

“That’s nice of them honestly.”

Takemichi nods. “It is. I’m very grateful.” He smiles.

He shifted the chair back to the ground. “You’re in school then? I see mathematic books in the corner.”

“Overall yes, I’m on leave until I give birth.” He says. “That’s another reason, I like the Yakuza, the college wasn’t going to work with me for my scholarship, but the organization I got it from said they had no problem holding my money until I came back.”

Toman gave out a few scholarships every year. He wonders.

“What scholarship do you have?”

“Um, I can’t exactly remember the name, but it was in honor of a bike shop owner that passed away.”

Mikey closes his eyes. Tilting his head back over the chair. Of course this little hard worker would get the scholarship dedicated to his Mother, Shinichiro. Mikey was a product of rape himself. He was also the inspiration for the Black Dragons, which is now owned under Toman. His mother died during a break in at his shop, a few years ago. A rival gang set the place on fire not knowing his mother was inside.

Him, Emma and Izana all have different fathers though. Their mom used to tell them that family was everything to him. That he would love them forever. He still feels his mother gazing down on him. He might need to go clean the grave soon. Give Izana a reason to leave his apartment.

He looks down when Shark puts his head on Mikey’s lap. He swears he and this dog are intuitively linked. He racks his fingers through his fur. His golden angel.

He shifts his eyes to Takemichi. He’s biting his lip and looking anywhere but Mikey’s face.

“You look anxious. Don’t pee again.” He says. Smirking at him.

Takemichi frowns. “I thought I said something wrong. You got quiet.”

“You care about me?” He lifts an eyebrow with a tilt of his head. Interesting.

“You’ve seen me pee on myself and your” He air quotes his fingers. “Mad dog” He puts his finger back down. “Likes me. I say we are well past acquaintances.”

“My bitch then?” He shifts his head forward. Squinting his eyes at the omega.

“What does being your bitch entail?” Takemichi raises an eyebrow back at him. Mikey clutches his chest. He’s heard of love at first sight, but love at first insult?

Oh if Kiysomizu wasn’t already going to die tonight, a chance of his cutey being his bitch was the signature needed on his death certificate.

Mikey straightens his head and shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ve never had a bitch before. I’m open to negotiations.”

Takemichi laughs as he tucks a black curl behind his ear. A blush on his face. Cute.

“How about you come over to my place this weekend and I’ll cook for you and we can negotiate?” Mikey offers.

“You do realize I’m pregnant?”

“The way you waddle is hard to miss.”

“I don’t waddle!” He stresses.

“You do.” He reiterates.

Takemichi crosses his arms with a huff. Looking away from Mikey. “I thought you didn’t want kids.”

“Eh, I’m not asking you to have more kids. Just if you got some extra weight attached to your hips. It’s not an issue.” As he said those words out loud, he realized how much of it was not an issue. He’ll have more in common with the kid than he initially thought, but he’ll do a better job at protecting the kid's mother than any of those assholes that his mother engaged with.

He hoped his own sperm donor was dead.

He continues to watch the omega as he contemplates his response to Mikey. Looking outside, he notices it has gotten dark. He’ll need to catch up with Sanzu and Koko later. Sanzu has already sent three texts he hasn’t responded to yet.

Shark whines at him. He knows the routine.

“Hey Mikey.”

He looks at Takemichi.

“I’d like that.” He says. A shy smile as he doesn’t make eye contact.

Mikey finds himself smiling back. He stands up and walks around the table.

“Here.” He hands his phone to Takemichi. “Put your number in.”

He walks away, to go to the front door.

He hears the chair scrapping as he gets his last shoe laced up.

“I-I did it.” Takemich said. Standing behind him. He turns around and takes the phone.

Shark continues to whine. He followed Takemichi and sat next to him.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“I have to go to work.” Mikey says. Shark hates being left alone. He’s thought about getting another dog, but doesn’t have the time to train it.

“C-can he stay here? For the night. I get lonely too and…” He stops.

He looks at the omega and his dog. They look to be seeing him off. It’s a nice image that Mikey would like repeated as often as possible. As if he has something to come home too. A kid will be here soon as well.

He can’t get ahead of himself too much. They haven’t even started courting, but.

He can see it so clearly. Too clearly. As if a child is clinging to his leg, begging him not to go while Takemichi is soothing him and Shark is too old and just sits at the bottom of the stairs and watches.

He feels a crack in the dark gaze that often lives over his life.

He grabs Takemichi’s hand. It was soft. Beautiful.

Mikey responds.

“I’d like that.” Those words gently flowing from his mouth.

He rubs his thumb over the back of the omega’s hand.

And more.

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— I just wanna say thank you so much to everyone who followed along, your comments and suggestions along the way really helped to bring this story to life! It’s my longest fic to date, and to think it started as a one-shot for nalu day 2020 lol. YOU GUYS HELPED MAKE THIS HAPPEN! 🥳🥰🥰 ILY YOU ALL!💜💜💜💜

@mcornilliac special shout out for you help with the toughest part 😘

Even after all these years, riding on a train still brought a small flutter to Lucy’s stomach as she remembered the long ago evening when she’d met her husband. From an innocent meeting to a death defying experience, talk about a roller coaster ride. And yet, if she had to do it all over again, Lucy wouldn’t change a thing. Crazy sounding yes, for why would anyone not want to avoid what she’d gone through? Touka had truly pushed her sanity to the breaking point, but well, the therapist was right in the end and Lucy felt almost invincible now. All that pain, all the struggle she’d pushed through had made her the strong and resilient woman she was today. Happily married to Natsu with their fraternal twins Nashi and Ryuu. Mrs. Natsu Dragneel, Lucy smiled to herself, there was no way she’d change a thing.

Of course, it hadn’t been easy. After Natsu proposed and Lucy had accepted, there were still a lot of work to be done. But that measure of acceptance and affection did wonders. Any worries she’d had that he wouldn’t want a broken woman melted away and gave her the confidence to get better. With each passing therapy session, her strength grew, and by the time they graduated college, Lucy could honestly say she’d been cured to a functional degree. No longer struggling through nightmares and panic attacks, her anxieties were under control and the debilitating depression a distant memory where it belonged.

Yeah... Lucy sighed happily as she watched the landscape pass by from her train seat. Meeting Natsu was the best thing to ever happen in her life, well, aside from the kids. They’d married about a year after graduation on the anniversary of their meeting. It was a beautiful affair at an indoor venue, with close friends and family to join them. They’d gone a more modern route for the ceremony but did take pictures at a garden dressed in the traditional attire for sentimental reasons. Lucy wore the shiromuku white kimono while Natsu a montsuki haori hakama. And no, it wasn’t train themed! Levy was the Maid of Honor and Gray was the best man. By then, Levy and Gajeel were also married and Gray in a serious relationship with a girl named Juvia Lockser. Lucy was so happy for them both. All of their lives were moving in the right direction.

Everything was perfect. Great jobs in their fields of interest, lives settled into a comfortable routine, when 5 years later Lucy was pregnant with fraternal twins. It was a total surprise since twins didn’t run in either of their families. Always the jovial optimist, Natsu joked that they’d been doubly blessed because of what they’d gone through, and Lucy couldn’t help but love such a concept. Of course, once the euphoria of the motherhood prospect waned, reality set in that she was having twins! Two! Double the babies meant double of everything, from the pregnancy concerns to raising them. Growing up without a mother and as an only child, Lucy didn’t have a lot of experience with small children. But Natsu patiently assured her, that she’d do just fine. Think of it as a new challenge, and after overcoming one pretty tough situation, this would be a walk in the park. On the bright side, Levy was also pregnant with the couple’s first child so the two best friend’s kids would grow up together.

And Natsu was right, there were a few bumps in the road but nothing too difficult. During her fourth month Lucy was diagnosed with gestational diabetes as well as some minor gastrointestinal issues, so Natsu swayed the doctor to put her on bed rest. Better safe than sorry. The babies were healthy, but by the 7th month, she really couldn’t move much, and she was miserable being stuck at home all the time. Lucy missed her job because she genuinely enjoyed working for the magazine. But in the end, it had been a good thing. She could manage her health easier that way and it gave her time to do something she’d thought about doing as part of the healing process. With Natsu’s support and permission, it was time to put her writing skills to good use and write a book about their experience.

It became an instant hit, especially with female readers. The book was not only an autobiographical reflection of what had happened to them but focused on shining a light on the dangers of stalkers, as well as the importance of taking the warning signs seriously. Lucy didn’t hold back in her re-telling, even pointing out the serious flaws in Japan’s laws in protecting citizens from stalkers which at the time were nonexistent. Feminist organizations working to change those laws used her story with permission for their cause. She had no intentions of becoming a poster child for the movement, but in the end her role may have played its part, because 2 years after the publishing, Japan finally adopted anti-stalking laws making it easier for police to string together harassment cases, as well as for victims to get the help they needed.

Her life was nothing but exciting to say the least! And with two young children, now age 10 certainly kept them on their toes. Their daughter Nashi was just like Natsu, very outgoing, friendly, but a bit of a daredevil while her brother Ryuu born 4 minutes after her was the quieter of the two. He preferred books like his mother to adventure. Of course, that never stopped Nashi from dragging him into shenanigans! But the best part was how close they still were and fiercely protective of each other. Lucy and Natsu couldn’t be prouder of them and hoped this would continue throughout their lifetimes.

Fifteen years... come to think of it, their wedding anniversary was coming up shortly. With Natsu now a senior fire inspector for the Tokyo prefectural government, he was often busy. Lucy did mind it, because frankly it gave her some peace and quiet. She chuckled at the thought. Not that it was all that peaceful with the twins. But she digressed. His success meant their lives were very comfortable, and her own journalism successes while not as financially based, were still celebrated in their relationship. Natsu never waned in being the dutiful and supportive, always loving husband that Lucy felt blessed to grow old with.

‘Two more stops, pick up the kids from school, stop at the grocery store for dinner...’ Lucy tapped out on her phone a to-do list of ingredients to pick up at the store. Perhaps katsudon... ‘Mmm, or maybe nabe,’ hot-pot soup since it was expected to be a bit chilly that evening.

Lucy looked up briefly, really just spacing out in thought when someone catches her eye. At the other end of the train car, she noticed a woman facing slightly away, but enough to where she couldn’t quite see a face. It couldn’t be... Lucy looked away not wanting to stare, but somehow... for some reason the woman was awfully familiar... looking exactly like Touka. Well, not exactly, but enough to make the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It was a blonde, with a different hair style— and that could always be changed. Similar body type, the facial side-profile features that Lucy could see resembled Touka...

Now despite being better, her anxieties still bubbled up from time to time, so she immediately switched to her coping techniques to calm them down. ‘You’re fine,’ Lucy talked herself through it, ‘no point in getting riled up.’ The woman hadn’t done so much as looked in her direction, so it must be okay. Contrary to popular belief, things like depression and anxiety never fully goes away, especially when someone has experienced a severe level of it. Those emotions and irrational thoughts are forever programmed into the brain, but there are ways to keep them at bay and Lucy’s successfully done just that for 15 years.

‘Just go back to what you were doing. Katsudon or nabe? And don’t forget you need to pick up milk...’ But, fifteen years... could Touka have been released by now? Lucy shook the thought away again. ‘Stop it! Everything is fine. It’s not her!’ The train was semi-full of passengers all minding their own business... including the woman. There was no reason to start panicking now. Lucy adjusts her position on her seat away from the woman’s direction. If she couldn’t see her, she could pretend she didn’t exist. ‘Maybe I should pick up ingredients for both, that way I don’t have to shop tomorrow.’ Lucy thought to herself, and with the kids with her, they could help in carrying the shopping bags. ‘Yeah, we’ve got a plan…’

After figuring out her shopping list, Lucy pulled up social media to keep herself distracted and for a few minutes it did the trick. Silly videos of entertainers never got old. The train reached the next stop and she felt it come to a stop. Since it wasn’t hers, she didn’t pay it any mind as she scrolled through her feed. But as the disembarking passengers funnel past Lucy, her eyes pick up on a pair of pink high-heels peeking from over the edge of her phone. Her body instantly stiffened up from the similarity to the ones worn by the woman, while her curiosity slowly got the better of her. ‘Breath, act nonchalant!’ Lucy’s eyes tracked the high-heels moving past her until they left her periphery. She then slowly sat back up, pretending to readjust her position, when she caught a pair of eyes looking back. Lucy’s breathing hitches with a shaky exhale. “Oh, my god—"

Standing at the doorway with one hand on the frame, the blonde woman smiled at Lucy then winked before stepping off the train.

It was Touka!

#nalu #nalu au #nalu fan fiction #nalu fan fic #natsu dragneel #Lucy heartfilia #Natsu x lucy #fairy tail #strangers on a train #epilogue #petri808

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The Nervous Energy in Everything - Part 4

Author’s Note: TW for narcissist parent.

It was the most magical moment of his entire life so of course Hitoshi’s dad had to barge into it.

“Why don’t you show Hitoshi your room?” He said to Izuku who jumped guiltily at the reminder that other people were in the room.

“Oh! Um.” Izuku turned bright red and some of Hitoshi’s instant and embarrassed irritation with his father must have leaked through their connection because he gave Hitoshi a concerned look before tugging him away. It was clear to everyone involved -except his father who didn’t question it when he got his way- that Izuku wasn’t obeying an adult so much as he was getting Hitoshi away from his dad. “Here, it’s this way.”

Izuku’s room was little and would have been plain except for all the All Might posters.

“Wow.” Hitoshi turned a slow circle. They were still touching, but switched to holding hands. To his surprise they were still getting a little bit of transmission, but not to the degree they’d gotten from touching their marks.

“Ah, haha.” Izuku rubbed the back of his head. “I’m a little bit of a fanboy.”

Hitoshi had a strong recollection just then of when he was twelve and still had his bedroom walls plastered in band pictures. They’d been torn down after he turned thirteen and got into a fight with his dad. Hitoshi didn’t remember what it was about, but he remembered what came after. It was one of the few times his uncles had been forced to intervene. Uncle Shouta had appeared in the doorway with a kind of stillness about him that Hitoshi never wanted to see again, took in the wreckage of the bedroom, and quietly said “I want a word” while maintaining eye contact with Hitoshi’s father.

Hitoshi never found out what they talked about, but his dad never set foot in his room again. They didn’t even make eye contact for a week afterwards. His dad had offered to replace the posters a couple of times, but Hitoshi hadn’t trusted him not to do it again the next time he got mad so his walls had been bare for the past two years.

“It’s good.” He said, unable to convey his weird gratitude that his soulmate was allowed to like what he liked at home.

Izuku cupped his own cheek with his free hand and Hitoshi was enveloped in something that felt like a hug from the inside out.

“Woah.” Hitoshi wobbled on his feet and landed on the bed, hard on his butt. “You’re going to have to show me how to do that.” It felt amazing. “I had to sit out of bond management class in grade school.”

“It’s not hard.” Izuku sat next to him. “I’ll teach you whatever you want.” He promised. “I don’t have a lot of practice though. Ka… my old soulmate. He wore a cover all of the time.” He rubbed his wrist like it was an old aching wound.

No guesses about where his first mark used to be. The skin was a little paler there when Hitoshi caught a glimpse of it.

His heart sank a little bit at the reminder that he wasn’t Izuku’s first. It didn’t matter, he reminded himself, because he was going to be the only one from here on out and anyway who in their right mind wore covers? Izuku’s old soulmate sounded like an asshole.

Hitoshi had had his soulmark for less than a day and it was amazing. He never wanted it sealed off. If the material of his shirt wasn’t thin enough to transmit bond contact he’d be shirtless at that very moment. Maybe it just went to show that any level of privilege could be taken for granted if you were born to it.

“What happened to him?” Hitoshi asked, but Izuku shook his head.

“Nothing. He’s fine.” There was a rich and terrible vein of unanswered questions in that statement. Hitoshi had no idea where, if anywhere, to start. “We just broke.” Izuku looked down and started to fidget with his hands. “You don’t have to be jealous.” He turned his face away. “I’m the one who gave up.”

Interestingly, Hitoshi realized he could tell when Izuku was telling the truth and when he was lying. That hadn’t exactly been a lie. Izuku didn’t really believe he’d been the one to break his old soulbond, but he didn’t have any better answers either.

Hitoshi remembered the feeling that had crossed over to him when his soulmark came in; the grief, the disbelief, the… he didn’t really have a word for it. It had been like falling in love, but in reverse. ‘Giving up’ was one way to describe it, but to feel like that and then be able to truthfully say the other person was ‘fine’? He couldn’t believe it had been so simple.

“Hey.” Hitoshi had no idea what he was doing except that he didn’t like the idea that his soulmate’s first instinct was to not touch him. He caught Izuku’s wrist and gently tugged him closer. “C’mere.”

Izuku hugged like he’d heard of the concept or maybe seen it on TV once, but had rarely put it into practice himself. He was reluctant and awkward at first, but sank into Hitoshi’s side with enthusiasm as soon as he’d figured out where his arms went.

He’d meant to keep the conversation going -to learn everything about his soulmate that he’d missed before they found each other- except he didn’t have a lot of experience with this kind of hugging either. He got plenty of affection from his uncles and his mom whenever she could slip it in past her quirk; turns out it was very different when the person you were hugging was both a cute boy and your soulmate. His brain shut down and it was kind of like being affected by his mom’s quirk, except way nicer and he was aware of everything going on.

Someone tapped at the door and Izuku sat up to say, “Yes?”

When the door opened Hitoshi was aware just long enough to recognize his mom’s pinched and unhappy expression before everything whited out.

He came back to himself alone in the room with an unhappy, anxious Izuku.

“You’re back.” Izuku cupped his face and titled Hitoshi’s face this way and that; checking his pupils, Hitoshi realized. When his mom quirked someone their eyes went totally white.

“I… what happened?” He looked around. “Where did my mom go?”

“She left.” Izuku wet his lips. “I don’t know what happened. She wouldn’t talk to me.”

“No, she wouldn’t.” Hitoshi shook his head to clear it. He felt weird. Usually his mom’s quirk felt like the first few seconds of waking up from an amazing nap. This time it was… not like that. “Her quirk activates whenever she pays attention to someone.”

It was an amazing villain’s quirk if you were inclined that way, but super debilitating if you were an ordinary nice person. There were lingering side effects too if she accidentally used it on someone too many times. Hitoshi was immune to that part. He already loved his mom as much as he could, but strangers got weird obsessions with her. As a result she didn’t get out much and was totally reliant on her husband, who was also immune to her quirk by dint of being her soulmate.

“Oh yeah? Is it eye contact or just any amount of…” Izuku clapped a hand over his mouth. “Not the time.” He muttered and refocused on Hitoshi. “She hugged you really tight. Then she left. Maybe…” He gave the bedroom door an uncomfortable look. “...maybe we should check?”

Hitoshi was starting to get a bad feeling too. His dad had been trying to get rid of him earlier. That wasn’t a good sign, but he’d been too blissed out by meeting his soulmate to pay attention. His mom couldn’t intervene whenever he started acting up without making it worse. She was stuck as a bystander.

“Yeah.” He grabbed Izuku’s hand. “Just for a minute.”

Only, his parents were gone by the time they went into the living room. A little round lady with Izuku’s features, softened by age and gentleness, looked up from where she was locking the door.

“Oh, there are my boys.” She went over to pat their cheeks. “What an exciting day! How do you feel about something special for dinner? Do you like pork, Hitoshi-kun? We like katsudon for celebrations here, but I’ve got a full fridge. We can probably make anything you like.”

“Am… am I staying for dinner?” Hitoshi asked with a sinking stomach. He was pretty sure he knew what had just happened.

“Well, your father mentioned how much you’d like living with your soulmate.” She chuckled. Yup. She’d been Persuaded. “I just knew Izuku would love having you around too so I offered to let you live here.”

That… person had hustled him out of the room so there was no one around to stop him from manipulating Izuku’s mother into taking Hitoshi off his hands. His dad’s quirk, Persuasion, was incredibly difficult to protect someone against. The only way to stop him was to know about his quirk in advance. Usually Hitoshi knew to interfere before it was a problem --just, not today.

For whatever reason, Hitoshi’s dad had never liked him and made no bones about the fact that Hitoshi needed to have a new living situation lined up as soon as he turned eighteen. He was jovial most of the time and seemed to be kind of aware that he wasn’t acting right. Sometimes he’d try to make half-hearted overtures or make up for whatever awful thing he’d done or said recently. He wasn’t violent --much. He hadn’t ever hit Hitoshi, but he would break stuff or call him names or misrepresent him to people; making Hitoshi seem stupider or more trouble than he was in reality.

Hitoshi knew the root of the problem was his mom although he could never blame her for it. She was the one who’d wanted a kid and his dad, for all his other faults, would move heaven and earth to get her anything she asked for. It just turned out that sharing her attention was the one thing he absolutely could not do or fake.

“Ma’am. I’m really sorry.” He gulped, realizing he didn’t know her name yet. “My dad used his quirk on you. It’s called Persuasion. He can talk anybody into agreeing with him or into doing something to make him happy.”

“I… what?” Izuku’s mom blinked slowly; the artificial happy buzz leftover from giving in to Persuasion was fading. Sometimes telling a person about his dad’s quirk right after helped them shake it off. It looked like this was one of those times. “I… I may need to sit down.”

“Mom, over here.” Izuku seemed to know what to do when she wobbled on her feet. “Hitoshi, there’s a little bottle in the end table over there. Could you grab it?”

The bottle contained honest-to-god smelling salts when Hitoshi got it. Izuku accepted it and cracked it open under his mom’s nose. The smell was ghastly, but startled her into clarity. She blinked hard and patted Izuku on the shoulder.

“Thank you, dear.” She patted her cheeks to settled herself. “Did…” She looked at Hitoshi and something in his expression made her pivot from upset to concern. “...honey, are you okay?”

His dad had just ditched him with strangers. That hug from his mom had been goodbye and he wasn’t even awake for it. No, he was not okay.

“I can call my uncles.” Hitoshi swallowed on a hard, sore lump in his throat. “You don’t have to worry.”

“I’ll let that pass because we don’t know each other that well yet.” She got up and patted his cheeks with both hands. He had to bend over so she could do it, she was that tiny. “I’m going to worry. Ask Izuku. I worry about everything and this is definitely worth worrying about. Call your uncles please. Then we can discuss the situation.”

“It might be a bit before they can come get me.” Hitoshi apologized. “They’d have been here, but they had to work.”

“That’s fine, dear. You can have dinner here and we’ll work everything else out as it comes.” She glanced at her son. “Izuku, don’t forget to make that other call.”

Izuku’s shoulders turtled up. “I won’t, mom.”

They had to split up to make their phone calls. Izuku seemed no more enthusiastic about makin his than Hitoshi was to call Mic’s station office.

Ami-san, the agency-side receptionist, picked up on the first ring. “Present Mic agency and radio station!” She chirped. “If this is an immediate emergency then tap the line and I’ll start a trace on your number.”

“It’s Hitoshi.” He usually liked chatting with her, but his heart wasn’t in it right then.

“Oh, hi, honey!” Ami-san cooed. He’d known her since he’d been born and had spent more than one afternoon in a bassinet under her desk as a baby when his uncle’s station/agency had been located in the back of a garage. “What can I do for you? Mic told me the good news! Did you want me to slip him a note?”

“Could you?” He decided to just rip the bandage off. “My dad used his quirk on my soulmate’s mom.”

“You’re joking.” Her good mood evaporated. “He’s on probation! He knows he’s on probation!”

“He talked her into offering to take over custody of me.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” She got real quiet. “I… I’ll let Mic know. Don’t call Eraserhead until Mic can talk to him first. If she presses charges….” Ami-san let the sentence trail off without finishing it.

Quirk misuse laws operated on the three strike principle. If they reported it, this would be his dad’s third strike within five years. He’d gotten off with petty fines the last two times he’d gotten caught; convincing a cabby driver to pick him up over someone else and talking a panhandler into leaving him alone. Most people didn’t notice Persuasion, but sometimes someone with a really stubborn will or certain mental illnesses could shake it off by themselves and if they did they knew he’d tried to quirk them. If Izuku’s mom pressed charges then his dad was going to jail this time.

Hitoshi didn’t actually care about that much except for the ways it would affect his mom. She couldn’t work. She couldn’t talk to people. She had a small disability stipend and did some work as a freelance writer, but it hardly brought in anything. If his dad went to prison, even for a few months, then she would be the one who suffered most.

The one thing his dad could be counted on was to not work against his soulmate’s interests. This time he either hadn’t thought far enough ahead or was banking on Hitoshi protecting his own mother over a stranger.

“We’ll make it work.” Hitoshi decided out loud. His uncles were proof she could live with other people. It wasn’t ideal, but they used a whiteboard and messenger apps to talk.

“I’ll have Mic call you as soon as he’s off the air.” Ami-san promised.

Hitoshi sat in the little tatami room he’d used to make his call. Someone had turned it into a computer room at some point, but it had a curious empty feel to it; like it belonged to someone who was long gone.

Izuku was finishing up his own call when Hitoshi went looking for him.

“...not yet.” He was saying. “The officers took my statement and samples off me at the second incident. The paramedics didn’t say anything when they sent me home, but Death Arms and Kamui Wood were… um… yelling so it was hard for them to talk. I’ll go if you think I should… yes, sir. Under the Dooku foot bridge. Through the manhole there. No, he had to leave once I came to. He left his autograph.” He paused and gave a dry little laugh. “Yes, sir. It was in two soda bottles. I noticed the one with the eyeballs in it was still moving. That’s why I hit it in the eyes afterwards.”

What.

“Bakugo Katsuki.” Izuku was still talking. “Yes, it probably got into his mouth. That’s how it happened to me; the nose and mouth. I wasn’t… I couldn’t breath. I don’t think he meant for me to live.” He wrapped his free arm around his knees. “He said something like ‘twenty seconds and it’ll all be over.’”

WHAT.

Hitoshi stood frozen in the door. He’d thought what his dad did was the worst thing that could possibly happen to him that day, but as he listened he realize Izuku was describing a villain attack; an attempted murder on himself.

They had been within inches of never meeting each other in this life.

There were a lot of reasons Hitoshi wanted to be a Pro Hero. His uncles were a huge influence on him, but part of it was to prove to himself that he was nothing like that man. Now there was a whole new third reason.

“Yes, I’ll come in tomorrow after school if that’s okay.” Izuku said to the police officer he was apparently talking to. “Oh, um, the registry matched me up today. Ah, haha. Yes. Thank you. It was really good timing, actually. Okay, thank you. Goodbye.”

He ended the call, tossed his phone onto the bed, and flopped face first onto the mattress.

Hitoshi suddenly understood why Izuku’s first instinct was to comfort him through their bond before. He had no idea if touching was good or bad right now. It looked like he had a lot to learn about being a soulmate.

He tapped on the doorframe and Izuku looked up at him. The helpless smile that eased across his face did a lot to sooth Hitoshi’s exposed nerves.

“Hey.” He sat up and smiled, a little tired looking. Now that Hitoshi was looking he noticed a line of road rash up the outside edge of Izuku’s forearm, ending just below his elbow. It looked red, angry, and fresh. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to have a small heart attack.” Hitoshi felt like he was getting a green light to go over there so he did. Izuku catted into his touch so that his palm skated over the handprint on Izuku’s cheek. He got a brief window into his soulmate’s state of mind: he was tired for sure and running out of steam, but secretly (guiltily, even) glad to have Hioshi around for even just a little bit longer. “How did I not feel you get attacked?”

“Oh, that was me.” Izuku squirmed guiltily. “You’re supposed to pull away from the bond if you’re in danger and you don’t know where your soulmate is or what they’re doing. What if you were on stairs or handling a knife or something?”

This was getting complicated.

“I guess I’ve got a lot to learn.” Hitoshi admitted.

He was kind of angling for another extended hug, but a faint call of ‘supper!’ echoed down the hall. He could smell food too; really good food too. His mom tended to cook really healthy and he liked that, but the smells coming from Izuku’s kitchen were rich, fatty, and indulgent; comfort food on a day when no comfort could possibly be enough. Maybe he needed to move in with them after all…

Uncle Mic called while he was helping clean up. Izuku waved him off with a smile.

“Where are you?” There was wind in the background. “That son of a bitch isn’t answering his phone.”

Oh boy. Present Mic was swearing. This was bad.

He rattled off Inko-san’s address. “I’m okay.” He said. “My soulmate’s mom is mad at dad, but she seems okay with me. She fed us and said I can stay as-as long as I need to.”

“Okay, that’s ---good?” Mic took a breath and Hitoshi could picture him tugging on his hair. “Then I’ve got time to get out of costume. She’s probably not up to having a pro hero showing up on her front step, huh?”

“It’s been a rough day.” Hitoshi agreed and shielded the receiver so his voice wouldn’t carry. “Izuku, um ---my soulmate. He got hit by a street killer today. He’s okay. There was a hero in pursuit, but Inko-san almost fainted earlier. I don’t think it’d be a good idea to push it.”

Present Mic was, objectively, A Lot.

“By a… a what?” Mic snapped. “I thought you were in Aldera?”

“I am, I am.”

“Hang on.” Mic carried multiple phones and Hitoshi could hear him get out the one he used exclusively for internet. It had a distinct noise when you unlocked the screen. “Aldera… street attacks…” He was quiet for a moment. “...well, alrighty then. This went down while I was on air. No wonder I missed it. Your boy is scrappy. He beat the crap out of some guy trying to kill a middle schooler with his backpack. All Might was responsible for the takedown. Okay, I’m a little less worried. The villain was a purse snatcher who escalated. That’s less terrible than a possible serial killer in the area.”

Hitoshi compared that to what he’d heard. “That sounds about right.” If he was right then that was the second incident. The first incident must have been when All Might caught the guy the first time. “Could you… could you talk to him about it? I don’t think the police really interviewed him.”

Hitoshi only had second hand knowledge of working with the cops, but he’d never heard of one taking a statement over the phone. Plus there was the matter of Mic’s official report only mentioning the second attack. There was a good chance that officer had just pretended to take the report and had really blown Izuku off. It wasn’t entirely negligent. People sometimes tried to insert themselves into big incidents, especially if it showed up on TV or a big name hero was involved.

“Sure can, buddy.” Mic’s tone went concerned. “Are you all right?”

Hitoshi couldn’t find words to describe how he was feeling. It had been easier to have opinions about Izuku’s problems. “It’s nothing I didn’t already know.” He said at last.

“We’re coming to pick you up.” Mic promised. “If Hiroshi thinks he can kick you out of the house then he’s got another think coming. We’re gonna make this okay.”

“Okay.” Even Hitoshi could tell he didn’t sound convinced.

The doorbell rang about thirty minutes later. Izuku had pulled him over to the TV to watch the nightly Hero Report and got super into it. Hitoshi liked getting his after action breakdowns from spotter blogs and podcasts. Listening to his soulmate talk about the action on TV was like that, but better. Inko-san watched with them -alternating between that and an embroidery project- and seemed to amuse herself by asking her son questions about what was going on even though she clearly knew the answers.

Uncle Shouta stood at the door sans Uncle Mic and he looked pissed.

“Hitoshi.” He stared into the house over the top of Inko-san’s head. “We’re leaving.”

Hitoshi started to look for his shoes, but drew up short when Inko-san san said, “No. I don’t think you are.”

She sounded like she was just barely keeping her knees from knocking together and when she stared up at Hitoshi’s uncle she looked like a bunny trying to stare down a Balrog.

“Excuse me?” Uncle Shouta was dressed down for the evening, but spiritually channelling Eraserhead more than he normally would when faced with a middle-aged homemaker.

“I am not comfortable sending Hitoshi-kun back into that house.” She didn’t back down and Hitoshi’s heart did something complicated and painful. “How does that --man act at home if that’s how he treats a stranger? Hitoshi-kun is my son’s soulmate. That means I have equal rights to him and I don’t want him back under that man’s roof.”

“It’s not his roof.” Uncle Shouta’s tone was a little less obstreperous than before. It might not seem like it, but Hitoshi’s maternal uncle responded best to logic and that was a good counter argument. “It’s my roof and all his shit’s gonna be in the yard as soon as I get home.”

That… answered some questions Hitoshi had been nursing about his family’s living situation. His dad had a good job and made good money, but he deferred to Hitoshi’s uncles in ways that made no sense --unless he was living in their house.

Inko-san’s chin wobbled, but firmed up. “Then you can have Hitoshi-kun back as soon as he’s gone.”

Uncle Shouta’s unsettling black gaze slid towards Hitoshi. “You okay with that?”

Hitoshi found the strength to nod. “Don’t kick mom out.” He probably didn’t need to ask. Uncle Shouta had been looking after his sister long before her soulmate or son came into the picture. Like Hitoshi, he wasn’t totally immune to her quirk but he didn’t get the creepy side effects from it.

“I can’t stop her if she decides to go.” His uncle warned him and that was exactly what Hitoshi was afraid would happen. He looked back to Inko-san. “I’ll be back with an overnight bag for him.”

“Thank you.” Inko-san relaxed slightly. “I don’t know if we have anything comfortable to lend him for the evening.”

“It’ll be taken care of.” Uncle Shouta stepped back into the shadow of the open air corridor outside Inko-san’s door and vanished like Batman. She carefully shut the door when she realized he wasn’t going to say goodbye and was quiet until she got into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.

“Your uncle is… an intense person.” She said at last.

“He’s an Underground Hero.” Hitoshi explained and Izuku bopped a fist into his open palm.

“Eraserhead!” He realized out loud. Somehow it wasn’t surprising that Izuku knew about Eraserhead. He didn’t have a big following and was mortally embarrassed by what fandom he did have, but the people who knew about him at all often knew him very well.

“Is he?” Inko-san relaxed a little further. “Well, then I hope he punches your father right in the nose.” Both her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she realized what she’d said.

“He might.” Hitoshi was a little worried about that. As ever, he didn’t really care if his dad had to deal with negative consequences except for how it affected his mom.

Mic showed up with a packed overnight bag and his school stuff right about the time Hitoshi was wondering if he was going to have to sleep in his boxers. The upshot was that Inko-san had laid out a double futon in the living room floor without having to be persuaded to let them bunk together. She might have even let them share Izuku’s bed, except there was no hope in hell that they’d both fit on his undersized twin mattress at the same time.

Izuku did not recognize Mic, who was harder to spot out of costume because -unlike his husband- he actually put effort into it. He swept in and dazzled Inko-san straight off. Turned out she was weaker to a megawatt smile than to intimidation.

Despite that, Mic looked tired and kind of sore. Hitoshi REALLY hoped it wasn’t actual physical soreness from beating someone up. He still swept Hitoshi up in one of his big bear hugs. “Heya, kiddo.” His voice was a little raspy. “We’re working things out at the house. Shouta’s with your mom. Your dad… well. He’s, uh… he’s checking into a hotel.”

Inko paused as she set down a cup of tea on the coffee table for Mic. “Without Ayame-san?” She asked, confused.

Mic coughed. “Yeah, without Ayame-chan.” He sounded a little down. “She locked herself in the bathroom and wouldn’t come out unless he left. Shouta was still getting the story out of her when I had to leave. I think your dad still has her phone. I’m gonna go get her a new one after this and then you guys can text again.”

His dad keeping his mom’s phone for her wasn’t quite as creepy or controlling as it came off as, but Hitoshi couldn’t deny his dad liked gatekeeping his mom’s access to other people more than he should have.

Hitoshi’s mom’s quirk was called ‘Siren’ for a reason. She could stun anyone she concentrated on, but the more subtle obsessive secondary effects weren’t universal. Hitoshi, Uncle Shouta, and Uncle Mic were immune because they were all either related to her, super gay, or both.

They’d figured out some loopholes that let her talk to other people. She could text so long as she didn’t hit ‘send’ herself or carry the phone around. Emails were safer, especially if they used a service that routed her outgoing mail through a couple of servers before delivering it.

“Oh my.” Inko-san sat back on her heels. She glanced at Hitoshi. “I’ll let you two talk.”

“No, I…” Mic took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “...sorry, this actually concerns you too.” He glanced at Hitoshi. “I don’t think there’s a good way to bring this up so I’m just gonna do it.”

Well, that wasn’t unnerving at all.

Izuku leaned into his side. He’d been quiet since Mic showed up, but stayed very close to Hitoshi. His presence was more settling than words could describe.

“Your mom says she wants a divorce.” Mic spoke slowly and carefully “Your Uncle Shouta is prepared to ram it through as soon as he possibly can. Knowing your dad though, he’s going to make it as ugly as possible. Some stuff is going to come up and we didn’t want you to have to know about it, but if I know Hiroshi he’s going to drag it all out into the open.”

That was how his dad operated when he wasn’t getting his way or felt under attack so Hitoshi didn’t necessarily agree. He knew his family situation was weird and most of it could be explained away by the fact that his mom needed a lot of support, but could be exposed to too many people.

Not all of it.

Hitoshi’s dad made really good money. He could afford to buy whatever services she needed. They didn’t need to live with Hitoshi’s uncles, but they did.

“You’re not worried that he’ll try to get full custody of Hitoshi-kun, are you?” Inko-san asked. “I’ve heard of men doing that sometimes, even if they don’t get along with their children.”

“That’s, uh, not a concern for us.” Mic coughed and rubbed the back of his head. “That’s what I came to talk about really. You see… ah…” He squinted at Hitoshi and tried to smile. “Hiroshi isn’t your father. I am.”

Izuku reached over without a word and clapped a hand over Hitoshi’s sternum, squelching his first furious response before it could even happen. Hitoshi covered his soulmate’s hand with his own, holding it there and making use of the soothing vibrations of their bond for a couple of seconds before he could ask questions that weren’t ‘Are you out of your goddamn mind?’

“It’s not what it sounds like.” Mic hastened to reassure him. “You see, Ayame-chan wanted a baby really badly. Hiroshi turned out to be infertile. I was just a donor. You were born through IVF.”

That was way less bad than what Hitoshi had first assumed, given the way Mic had phrased that. For one awful moment he thought Mic had cheated on Uncle Shouta ---with Hitoshi’s mom no less.

“We thought Hiroshi was okay with it.” Mic went on to explain. “He seemed to look forward to you at first, but things changed when you were born. I think it wasn’t real to him before that or he hadn’t thought about what it would mean to be a father so…” He fought to keep an uncharacteristically grim look off his face and only met with middling success. “...he refused to let his name be listed on your birth certificate. Normally it doesn’t matter, but he made such a stink about it that the hospital agreed to put my name down. I’m your legal male parent and I share custody of you with Ayame-chan. Hiroshi isn’t involved.”

Holy crap.

Did that mean Uncle Shouta was both his uncle and stepdad? How did that even work?

“It’s going to be hard to get the divorce decree.” Izuku piped up. “I heard there’s precedent now for not granting separations to soul mates if one of them has a quirk disability and there’s no evidence of abuse.”

“Oh believe me, little li--guy...” Mic slid his glasses back on. “...my lawyers are used to way higher stakes. They’ll chew him up and pick their teeth with his bones. Shouta’s been after this for a long time too. No one was going to take her soulmate away from her, but if Ayame wants him gone then we’ll run him out of town on a rail.”

#shindeku #the nervous energy in everything #soulmates #bnha #shinsou x midoriya #erasermic #dadmic #dadzawa #Inko has had A Day ok?#wip #unbeta'd #tw: narcissist #tw: narcissist parent #bnha fluff

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whentheresmoonlight · 2 years

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Bkdk pride week day 5: out / blue

2.5k, rated g

chronology: love -> out -> happiness -> pride -> small victories

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It was a simple bowl of ramen.

Well, maybe not simple. Izuku had been living on his own for nearly four years now and barely cooked for himself, so he wasn’t sure exactly what went into making a ramen broth this sumptuous. All he knew is that Kacchan had been cooking it before Izuku had gotten there and had kept cooking it for a good fifteen minutes after. Already, that was more than five times the amount of time it had ever taken Izuku to make ramen.

It was the best meal Izuku had eaten all week, but it wasn’t just the food. It was being invited to Kacchan’s apartment for just the third time since their patrols had serendipitously lined up so many months ago. Even during the peak of their friendship third year, the only times he’d managed to breach the boundary that had been made in prepubescence around the Bakugou household was when Mitsuki had invited Izuku and his mother. It had been wonderful and heartbreaking, and Izuku had been thrilled and cried a little in the bathroom.

Today, he was trying desperately not to cry fat, salty tears into Kacchan’s perfectly seasoned broth.

It was just fucking ramen and Deku was acting like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

He probably might as well not have, for all Katsuki could guess that he’d eaten all week. Probably rotated meals from the convenience store and maybe some prepared dishes that auntie had brought him, if Katsuki knew Midoriya Inko.

He’d fried some pork to go on top of their helpings, despite the fact that the panko would get soggy from the broth before too long. Not that Deku was giving it a fighting chance of reaching that point.

Katsudon was Deku’s favorite meal—everyone knew that. But that would have been overkill, so Katsuki simply suggested the meal with the fried pork, to make sure that Deku liked it. It wasn’t like this was a date or anything, so he wasn’t about to go the extra mile for the nerd.

It wasn’t that Izuku was sad! No, no, he was happy. A little too happy, if his tear ducts had anything to say about it. And, okay, maybe he was a little overwhelmed.

Izuku would be lying if he said he hadn’t missed Kacchan. He’d also be lying if he said that missing Kacchan hadn’t given him a very frenzied internal monologue for the last three years.

There were no two ways around it—Izuku was a workaholic. He chose work and being number one over everything and everyone else. His mother would answer his scattered phone calls with, “Izuku! I was worried!”

But at least she got phone calls. All Might too. But his friends, Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki…

Kacchan.

But if Izuku wasn’t maintaining his friendships, did that mean he was a bad friend? A bad person? Did that, in turn, mean he was a bad hero? Human interaction was a vital part of mental health, so was he running himself ragged and not realizing? Would it impair his ability to relate interpersonally with victims?

Oops, that was the inner monologue.

Katsuki had lost Deku somewhere between the his last bite of pork—still crispy, thank you very much, if Deku’s gnashing was anything to go by—and the single piece of green onion the dork had been chewing for the last minute.

He wasn’t muttering, but he might as well have been. Those annoyingly bright, shiny eyes were pointed at one of the corners of Katsuki’s ceiling, thin eyebrows furrowed so they disappeared behind creases in places, and motor mouth chewing excruciatingly slowly.

It was not normal for the two of them to be together and Deku’s attention to be anywhere but on Katsuki. It was what had annoyed him as a brat and what he’d come to rely on as he’d gotten older. And the shitnerd not listening to him while he was talking was just unacceptable.

“Hey. Nerd.”

Izuku blinked. Kacchan’s face was flush across his cheeks and up to his ears, probably from the deep red of his broth versus the gentle yellow of Izuku’s own. His tone was also loud enough for Izuku to know that this wasn’t the first time Kacchan had tried to get his attention.

“Oh, sorry, Kacchan!” Izuku said, Kacchan’s glaring eyes bringing him right back to reality. “What were you saying?”

Kacchan’s jaw was clenched, like he was debating telling Izuku to fucking forget it, but Izuku wouldn’t stand for that. He would beg and nag and wasn’t above groveling to get every crumb of dialogue from Kacchan that he could. And Kacchan must have known that, because he bit a piece of meat and chewed it aggressively before starting again.

He’d have to say this shit again if he ever wanted a moment of peace in his life. Although the part of him that was hesitant to repeat himself figured that he might not have a moment of peace again either way.

Still, he pushed forward.

“I thought that maybe your nerd self would have thoughts about what it would mean if someone in the top ten came out.”

Katsuki hid the redness of his face in his food. Deku might have slurped his nearly gone, but Katsuki knew that it was better for digestion to eat food at a respectable pace. So there were still plenty of noodles for him to suddenly be super interested in while Deku gaped at him.

Goddamn him, why had he asked that?

…Why had he asked that?

Izuku’s heart was suddenly beating wildly. When he and Kacchan had reunited not even a year ago, Izuku had been worried that there would be a stiltedness in their interactions. They’d seen each other essentially every day for fifteen years and then slipped into three of near radio silence. Izuku had nothing to relate that to and had been deeply concerned that he’d have to start from scratch again with Kacchan.

“Oh!” Izuku intoned, begging his face not to blush. Unlike Kacchan, he didn’t have any spicy food to explain it away with. “Oh, that’s actually an interesting question.”o idea—and that had led to meals together afterwards or grabbing some boba if their shifts ended together. They talked about work and strategy and never missed an opportunity to gibe each other over who would make number one first.

This was not what they talked about.

“Oh, I, uh, are yo—is someone gay?”

“No,” Katsuki said quickly, food tongued into one cheek. “I don’t know. It’s fucking hypothetical, dipshit.”

It wasn’t a lie, technically. He wasn’t gay because, frankly, he didn’t know what he was. Twenty-two years old and he didn’t know something that tweens were posting in their goddamn Instagram bios.

Because he wasn’t attracted to men. He was attracted to…man.

“Oh!” Izuku intoned, begging his face not to blush. Unlike Kacchan, he didn’t have any spicy food to blame it on. “Oh, that’s actually an interesting question.”

“‘Course it is. I’m an interesting person,” Kacchan mumbled.

“Well, it would be a really big deal,” Izuku commented, his brain already swimming with the possibilities. “It would depend on how it was handled. Is it a scandal or do they come out willingly? Are they in a relationship? And it would definitely depend on who it was. Is it a surprising revelation? Is this person seen as a good role model? Gosh, so many factors…”

Most of the pros who had been in the top ten for any substantial period of time had dealt with internet murmurings—or screaming, depending—about their sexuality from Best Jeanist to Endeavor. But no one remotely close to the top ten had ever confirmed anything, and Japanese media was too conservative to ask point blank, with heroes more so than any other celebrity.

Izuku continued. “It would be a PR nightmare regardless.”

“But I’m also sure it would be a good thing in the long run. Probably even in the not-so-long run.”

Deku seemed very sure of the whole lot of nothing he was flapping his gums about. Not that Katsuki should have expected anything else out of Deku. A fucking million answers for one stupid question. Classic Deku.

He was blinking at Katsuki, clearly waiting to see if he was going to weigh in. When he didn’t, Deku kept on talking.

“It’s complicated to say with it being so hypothetical. I wish it weren’t, though. It should be easy and good for everyone. It would be very heroic.”

Katsuki narrowed his eyes.

“So it would be villainous not to?”

“What? No!” Izuku waved his hands wildly in front of his face, feeling suspiciously like he’d just misstepped. Like Kacchan had turned one of his explosions into a landmine—wait, could his quirk actually do that?—that he’d walked into. “No one ever has to come out, Kacchan!”

“Would you?” Kacchan asked, seemingly doing everything he could to turn Izuku’s face red as a beet on this particular evening. “Hypothetically.”

He was a coward, alright? All this time, and there were still moments where he couldn’t look Deku in the eye. He was willing to show a lot more vulnerable sides in front of the nerd than he’d been capable of at fifteen, but some things needed a little bit of assurance first.

Besides, he wasn’t pulling it out of the guy. Deku was right. No one had to come out, and if Deku had anything to come out about, he didn’t have to do it here and now. The hypothetical aspect of the question was doing double duty, protecting them both in that way.

But still, Deku had never, not once, lied to Katsuki. He’d been ignorant to that fact as a kid, but now it was a core tenant in his life. From time to time, there were things that Izuku couldn’t tell Katsuki. This might be one of those things.

But he would not lie.

Izuku liked women.

He’d liked Uraraka, even dated her for three months twice over at U.A. They’d been pulled apart by, first, the awkwardness of it all and then by time. And, realistically, Izuku’s workaholicism that had manifested long before graduation.

Women were beautiful and confusing and captivating and strong and frightening and they made Izuku panic in that way that wasn’t all bad.

Men were men.

But…Kacchan was Kacchan. And Izuku had never quite let that go.

“I think…if I were in a confident relationship with a man, I’d come out.”

Fuck Deku and the whole lot of nothing he was serving Katsuki today.

Three qualifiers aside in that sentence, it told Katsuki absolutely nothing about Izuku’s preferences.

Well, fuck.

“If you were with me, would that be a confident relationship?”

Izuku’s mind stopped working.

Shitnerd’s brain short circuited. Katsuki should have expected that.

Katsuki pressed onto his knees—god, they were numb from sitting cross legged for so long—and snapped his fingers in front of Deku’s slack face.

“Hey. Nerd. Hypothetically.”

Dating Kacchan. Dating Kacchan hypothetically. Hypothetically dating Kacchan. Kacchan and him dating. Hypothetically.

It was not normal for Kacchan to ask hypotheticals about things that would never exist.

“I would come out if I was with Kacchan,” Deku said, his voice quiet.

Katsuki’s heart was pounding. He’d been dealing with this shit for months, but this was the first time that he thought maybe Deku could hear it. Usually they were outside in the city ruckus or working out, hearts pounding anyway for the sensible fucking biological reasons. But it was louder than ever and the apartment was silent.

Gods, couldn’t villains have decided to attack his neighborhood tonight?

The minutes passed in silence. Izuku had been in the city for so long that he rarely noticed the sounds of cars and trains anymore. To him, silence usually included the sounds of honking horns and crosswalks beeping for pedestrians to pass.

But this was dead quiet.

Not usually something that happened when either Izuku or Kacchan were around.

“Kacchan, what is this about?”

“I wouldn’t know how to do it,” Katsuki admitted, because this part of the equation didn’t seem like a strange thing not to know. “I wouldn’t say that I’m gay, but if I was with you, then it would have to be something like that, right?”

The public was full of idiots after all. It’s not like he could say I’m aromantic with a boyfriend. That would make the gatekeeping liberals absolutely shit themselves and the traditionalists rip him from the rankings like they’d been dying to do since the first time he managed to get an uncensored “fuck” on national news.

“You wouldn’t have to say anything that isn’t true, Kacchan,” Deku said, his voice so soft and gentle that Katsuki wanted to rip his nails through it. “All you’d have to say is this is my person, and I love him.”

Okay.

“Okay,” Kacchan said, in a response that Izuku couldn’t quite connect to the words that he’d just said.

“Okay?”

Kacchan nodded. “You’re my person, and I love you.”

Some idiots online had tried to say that the reason Katsuki had such a hair-trigger temper was because the nitroglycerin-like substance his quirk produced lowered his blood pressure, and so he had to be angry all the time to keep from passing out every day.

If that were true, then the way his heart was racing right now would be his normal.

Shit was not normal.

If Izuku hadn’t been half expecting this five minutes earlier—but never in his wildest dreams for a second before that—he might have passed away right there. Even with Kacchan’s CPR training, nothing would have brought Izuku back to life.

But that five minutes was saving him, and Izuku could actually think. Or rather, he could hear the echoes of I love you, I love you, I love you again and again in what he hoped was a processing method that meant he would never forget this moment.

“So, three months?”

Katsuki deadpanned. “What?”

If he didn’t love this nerd, he’d have already strangled him.

“If we start dating today, I think I’d be ready to come out in three months,” Deku clarified, looking like he was doing math on his fingers to double check the logistics.

Three months. That was the same amount of time Deku had dated Round Face—both times—and how long it had taken most of the shitty U.A. relationships he’d seen to implode. Fuck that, he’d beat the fuck out of that.

“I think that’s how long it would take to be sure we don’t kill each other,” Deku continued, his smile teasing and annoying.

“If you don’t stop saying if and I think,” Katsuki growled, “it won’t take three months.”

Izuku was suddenly acutely aware of all the time they’d wasted already. All evening, the past few months, their whole lives.

Maybe not that last one. Maybe.

“You’re my person too,” Izuku said, the certainty ringing out like bells. “And I’ve always loved you.”

Always?

Katsuki wasn’t sure about that. Not for himself at least. But, in this moment, he felt pretty damn sure about the other direction.

Not always. But forever.

Katsuki pushed onto his knees again, confidence belying his relief as he rose over their bowls and leaned forward.

“That’s all you had to say, nerd.”

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 3 years

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for a writing request, could you do tddk attempting to cook (attempting to because well, shoto is an absolute kitchen disaster)? :0 your writing is really good, thank you so much !!

Of course thank youuuuuu! Sorry this took so long! (@randomstuff7739)

I have a hc that Izuku's favourite food is katsudon because it's also Inko's favourite and they'd eat it a lot. When he was little, they used to cook it together and they'd both smile and laugh, and Izuku would feel truly happy. It's one of the happier memories of his childhood, so whenever he has katsudon now, he feels warmth in more ways than one. <3

It was Inko-san's birthday, so she had special permission to come up to UA so Izuku could spend time with her and cook her favourite meal. Now, obviously Shoto had insisted on helping him out because Inko-san was a wonderful woman and he really wanted her to like him.

Today had to be perfect.

Izuku had a solid plan in place and Shoto was adamant not to fuck it up.

The only problem was that - as much as he didn't want to admit it - Shoto was absolutely atrocious at cooking. Ever since he had cremated a clove of garlic while making egg-fried rice, he hadn't been allowed anywhere near a wok, let alone been allowed to cook on his own.

He had quickly learned that Izuku would not be deterred by that though. His boyfriend had planned it out; Shoto was to make dessert under his supervision, while his boyfriend cooked katsudon. They were to use the common room kitchen, so other students could intervene if necessary.

Shoto thought it was a perfect plan.

'Okay, so I made the chocolate ganache dipping for the churros last night to save time, so don't worry about that for now. You just have to focus on making the batter for the crepe cones, then we'll separate it out and add more flour to the churro batter. Okay, Shouchan?' Izuku called out as he took all the necessary ingredients out of their various cupboards. He had already begun preparing the katsudon - because apparently that took longer to make - and was at a point where he could get everything ready for Shoto to start on the dessert.

'Got it.' Shoto nodded from his place in the centre of the kitchen, holding up a spatula that he had no idea what to do with.

'Good! I-' Izuku placed the flour and milk on the counter and turned to look at him, his smile quickly turning into a confused frown. 'What are you doing with that?'

When Shoto merely shrugged in response, his boyfriend wandered over, carefully took the spatula from him and put it back in the drawer. 'You only need that after you've made the batter.'

Izuku then took Shoto's hand and slowly led him to the countertop he had set up for him. 'Okay so here's the mixing bowl. First you wanna put the sugar in, then add your eggs. I've already measured out all your ingredients so you should be fine, but you need to crack your eggs. Do you think you can do that?'

'Do you really have that little faith in me, Izuku?' Shoto raised an eyebrow, pointedly ignoring the fact that his boyfriend wasn't answering. 'I've cracked eggs before.'

'Okay, okay.' Izuku raised his hands defensively with a half-smile. 'After you've added them, mix them together. When you're done, add a little bit of the flour, then a bit of milk, then mix and repeat until you run out of both, okay?'

Shoto nodded slowly, eyes flickering across the counter as he processed what had been said. He spotted two mixing jugs, one of them was labelled with 'MILK!' while the other had 'FLOUR :)' printed across it.

'Got it.' He announced, only feeling a little bit patronised. He couldn't be annoyed though, not when Izuku was beaming at him like he was the happiest person in the world.

'Awesome! We'll leave it there for now. I'm going to bread the pork while you do that, so let me know if you need a hand!'

'Okay.'

His boyfriend stood on his tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on Shoto's cheek, before dashing past him to his own counter, which was much less organised. Shoto watched him go, before noticing a flash of pink out of the corner of his eye. He turned to find Ashido grinning at him from one of the sofas.

When she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and tapped the left side of her head, Shoto suddenly noticed the little flames that had started to dance along the crimson half of his hair.

He sighed with exasperation and extinguished them - the last thing he needed was the smoke alarm going off before he had even started - then turned back to his worktop.

Okay, Shoto. You got this. Sugar first. He eyed the cup on top of the weighing scales that said 'Sugar that's not as sweet as you ;)'.

Shoto blushed at that and swallowed thickly, before quickly taking the cup and pouring it into the bowl. Easy enough. Right, next I need to crack the eggs.

He spotted an open box on the side, with two large eggs sat snugly inside. Shoto was thankful that Izuku hadn't put a label on that one and took the first egg. He stared at it for several moments.

Lob it at Bakugou. His mind suddenly suggested.

If it weren't for the limited supply, he might have listened, but alas, he was on a mission not to disappoint Izuku on his mum's birthday.

Shaking his head, Shoto focused back on the task at hand. While he had cracked eggs before, he hadn't been very good at it. Maybe this time would be different?

He eyed the glass edge of the mixing bowl and nodded, before tapping the egg against it with enough force to crack it, but not enough to open it. Shoto furrowed his eyebrows and stuck his thumbs into the crack to finish the job.

It worked, he reasoned, he just coated his hands in more egg than he had expected in the process. He fished out the three bits of shell that had landed in the bowl, before cleaning himself up and picking up the second egg.

Okay, a little harder this time.

He smacked the egg against the bowl, sending its innards flying out everywhere.

Fuck...

Shoto quickly scrambled to catch it all before plopping it into the bowl with a wet squelch. Resigned to his fate, he poked his sticky hands back in to remove the nine bits of shell that had made their way in that time.

By the time, he had thrown out the egg shells and washed his hands, Izuku had already finished breading his pork and was now chopping his onions. Shoto tried not to let his mind wander and grabbed a spoon to mix the sugar and eggs together.

It didn't take long and he stood back to look proudly at his work.

Positively disgusting. Okay, what's next?

He looked around the counter and spotted the flour. Izuku said add the flour then the milk.

He picked up the jug, regarded it for several moments, before pouring the entire contents in the bowl. He stared at his creation, before wielding his spoon once more and mixing the flour in.

Three minutes and one sore wrist later, Shoto was pouring the milk in. However, as he tried to combine the bowl's contents, something didn't seem right - there were these weird lumps poking out that he just couldn't get rid of.

Shoto spent the next five minutes trying to remedy the situation but was evidently unsuccessful. Finally admitting defeat, he picked up the bowl, plodded over to Izuku and tapped him on the shoulder.

'What's up, Shouchan? Are you finish-' His boyfriend stopped short when he finally noticed the bowl. 'What did you do?'

'I mixed the sugar and eggs. Then the flour, then the milk.' He recited, praying to All Might that he was right.

'You put the flour in all at once, even though I said add a bit at a time along with the milk?'

Fuck.

'Perhaps…' He narrowed his eyes.

'It's gone super lumpy.' Izuku furrowed his eyebrows and placed a contemplative hand to his chin as he began muttering to himself. Shoto immediately felt guilty, but before he could apologise, Izuku held out his hands. 'Pass it here.'

Nodding slowly, he transferred the bowl over and watched, intrigued as Izuku began mixing it. With each rotation, his pace increased, until emerald and scarlet lightning danced across his skin and his movements became too fast for Shoto to see.

The glass clinked slightly, and a few drops escaped the mixture, but when Izuku handed it back to him, now lump-free, Shoto could do nothing but stare at him in awe.

'Are you magic?'

'No, I'm Izuku.'

'And I am single.' Shoto quipped back, smiling slightly at the affronted gasp his boyfriend made.

'That wasn't very Plus Ultra of you, Shoto-kun.' Izuku placed a hand to his chest in mock hurt. 'Lucky for you, you can't get rid of me that easily.'

'Hm.' Shoto smiled, gazing at his boyfriend adoringly. He'd never want to. 'What's next?'

'Stand there and look pretty while I finish chopping these onions.' Izuku winked, before turning and picking up the knife. Shoto tried not to freeze the bowl to his hands.

When his boyfriend finished, he led Shoto back to the countertop and added a bit of water. Shoto didn't even bother to ask why and just stood there, watching as Izuku nodded to himself and started to separate out the batter.

There were now two bowls of mixture. 'Okay, so the one on the left is for the crepes, the right is for the churros. I'm gonna put some more flour in the churro one along with some cinnamon, then we can leave it for when mum gets here.'

'Sounds good to me.'

With Izuku taking the lead, they quickly managed to get the dessert sorted and stored in the fridge. Shoto decided to do the washing up while his partner continued preparing the katsudon.

Izuku had just put the lid over the wok when Aizawa-Sensei entered the common room with Inko.

'Mum!' Izuku exclaimed, bouncing over and throwing his arms around her shoulders to hug her close to his chest. 'Happy birthday!'

Shoto slowly dried his hands with a towel and wandered over to the two Midoriyas. When Izuku finally pulled away, both of them had dried tear trails on their cheeks that Shoto had quickly learned was a completely normal occurrence.

'Happy birthday, Inko-san.' He came to a stop in front of her and bowed. 'It's an honour to see you again.'

'Oh my, so polite!' She smiled playfully, stepping forwards and taking his hands. 'It's great to see you again, sweetie. I hope Izuku hasn't been getting you into more trouble.'

'Mum!'

'It's my birthday, I'm allowed to say what I want.' Inko pouted at her son, before flashing Shoto another smile. 'I hear you're helping Izuku with dinner?'

'Yeah, I'm helping with dessert.' He nodded awkwardly, hoping she'd let go of his hands soon because he was feeling rather warm. 'Izuku is doing the-'

'It's a surprise, Shouchan!' Izuku suddenly interrupted, scrambling to clamp a hand over his mouth.

Shoto hummed around his palm before sticking his tongue out to lick his hand, eliciting a surprised screech from his boyfriend, much to Inko's amusement.

'Okay, you two.' She glanced at them knowingly. I'm going to say hello to your friends while you finish your special surprise.'

'Inko-saaaan!!!!' Uraraka exclaimed, thoroughly distracting her and allowing Izuku to pull Shoto back into the kitchen. When they were out of earshot, Izuku turned to him.

'Okay, so you don't actually have to do anything except maybe get me some bowls, but I figured I'd give you the chance to take a breather. You looked a little flustered back there.'

'I thought I looked fine…'

'You looked beautiful, but I know you really want to impress mum - even though she already loves you.' Izuku smiled warmly at him and winked. 'So be a dear and get the bowls so you can say you helped me plate up.'

Another day and Shoto would've had a witty retort for that, but today he was just thankful to have something to do to calm his nerves. So instead, he turned on his heel and gathered three bowls from the cupboard, including Izuku's All Might-themed one, and set them on the side.

His boyfriend flashed him another smile, before they began serving the katsudon.

☀️🌙

'That was absolutely fantastic! Thank you, my favourite boys!' Inko beamed at Shoto from across the table, whilst capturing Izuku in a side hug.

Shoto didn't know how to respond to that. After all, he didn't do any of the katsudon.

'I didn't-'

'There's still dessert, mum!' Izuku laughed, thoroughly content with having the life squeezed out of him.

'I couldn't possibly!' Inko shook her head, finally relinquishing her hold on her son. 'I've been watching my weight recently and-'

'Shoto-kun made it though!'

'I think you look fine, Inko-san.' Shoto chimed in. 'And your weight is perfectly normal for a mother who has such a stress-inducing son.'

'Hey!'

'Your words have tempted me, Todoroki-kun.' Inko winked, ignoring Izuku's unintelligible protests. 'In that case, I'd love to try your dessert.'

Back in the kitchen, Shoto retrieved the two bowls of batter from the fridge, whilst his boyfriend set up the frying pan and the deep fryer.

'Okay, so while I'm deep-frying the churros, you can make the crepes. I've put oil in the pan. Wait until it's hot, then it's the same as making a pancake. Sound good?'

'Everything you say sounds good.' Shoto replied easily, placing his bowl on the side.

'Flirt.' Izuku teased affectionately, before turning away to start piping the churro mix.

Shoto smiled softly and watched him go, before quickly glancing back at Inko, who was still sat at the dining table. When their eyes met and she smiled knowingly at him, his cheeks flooded with heat and he quickly turned back to the oven.

Eager to look busy, he poured the first bit of batter into the pan. Halfway through, realisation set in and he lowered the bowl to look at his creation with horror.

Fuck, I didn't wait for the pan to heat up.

Looking back on this day in the years to come, Shoto could say with absolute confidence that this moment was when it all went downhill.

'Er…' He frantically looked around for a solution, adamant not to bother Izuku. His eyes eventually landed on his hands and a thought crossed his mind.

If I can heat up the pan faster, maybe it'll be fine?

Shoto stared down the pan, before picking it up with his right hand and placing his left underneath. Fire burst out from his palm, as hot as he could reasonably conjure. It was going great, he reckoned; the oil started sizzling and the batter started to brown.

Nodding to himself, Shoto extinguished his flames and moved to flip the crepe. However, it wouldn't move. No matter how hard he tried to shake it around in the pan, it was glued to the spot.

Not wanting to admit defeat just yet, he put the pan down and used the spatula to separate it. Impatient, he ended up ripping the crepe in half, flipping it over to find that it had completely blackened.

'What's that smell, Sho?'

Fuck.

He glanced to the side. Izuku had started walking over, concern written all over his face.

In retrospect, Shoto should've really just told the truth. However, at that moment, his pride couldn't take it.

'Nothing!'

Scooping up the entire crepe onto his spatula, he shoved the entire thing in his mouth to hide any evidence. His eyes immediately started to water and he quickly cooled his mouth down to prevent any second-degree burns, albeit his tongue was definitely going to feel numb for the next few days.

Composing himself, Shoto turned to find Izuku staring at him, eyebrow raised and hands on his hips. He didn't miss the worry in his boyfriend's eyes though.

'You didn't give the pan time to heat up, did you?'

Oh, he caught me...

Unable to speak, Shoto nodded his head and chewed sadly.

'What am I going to do with you, eh?' A calloused hand came to rest against his scarred cheek. 'Are you okay? You burn your mouth?'

Shoto swallowed the last of the crepe and shivered, the taste of charred batter lingering.

'Just my tongue. I'll be fine.'

Izuku hummed softly and opened his mouth to say something.

However, whatever he was about to say immediately died on his lips, because at that moment, the deep fryer decided that it had been neglected for too long and that now would be the perfect time to catch fire with a dramatic fwoosh.

'Holy motherfucking shit!' Izuku exclaimed, scrambling away to fetch something to extinguish it with. 'Fucking cheap pile of worthless-'

'I got it.' Shoto raised his right hand and shot out a chunk of ice.

'No!' Izuku practically screeched. 'You can't use water on an oil-!'

It was too late, a layer of frost sat on top of the fryer, smothering the fire… For a solid two seconds, before the entire thing exploded into flames.

'Oh fuck.' Shoto muttered, watching as the blaze grew, turning the walls black and filling his lungs with smoke.

Luckily for him, Momo was on standby. She quickly created several wet-chemical fire extinguishers and together, her and Izuku got to work, while Shoto stood with Inko and watched from the side.

When the threat had been averted, Shoto continued to stare as Izuku and Momo sorted the carnage. 'I am so sorry, Inko-san. I ruined your birthday, didn't I?'

Inko chuckled and moved to hug Shoto's right arm.

'It's okay, sweetie. You haven't ruined my birthday… Although I take it dessert is no longer happening.'

When Shoto nodded solemnly, she squeezed a little tighter. 'If it makes you feel any better, I thoroughly enjoyed today. Any time spent with you and Izuku is a gift, I rarely see him nowadays.'

She didn't sound particularly sad, but Shoto still felt bad for her. He knew his own mother had found it difficult being alone for so long. He couldn't even imagine how Inko was feeling. From what Izuku had told him, the two of them had been best friends his entire life. To go from seeing each other every day to once every few months must've hurt.

'It must be difficult.' He looked at the floor.

'At first it was, but not so much now.' Inko smiled at him when Shoto chanced a glance at her. 'I used to be so worried back in your first year. He'd throw himself into everything and get hurt. I swear I aged ten years.'

'You and me both.' Shoto muttered.

'Oh hush, you.' She giggled. 'But he's grown so much and he's got wonderful people around him, like you, and I know you'll protect and take care of each other.'

'What about you?'

'Me?' Inko seemed amused at the question. 'I have people around me too, don't you worry.'

Now was Shoto's perfect opportunity.

'Is it All Might?'

Inko's lip wobbled and she burst out laughing, eliciting an embarrassed blush to cross Shoto's face.

'All Might is one of those people, yes.' She wiped a tear from her eye. 'But I'm friends with your mother too, remember?'

'That's true.' Shortly after his mother had been released from the hospital, Inko had reached out to her and the two had become fast friends.

What was it about the Midoriyas always going out of their way to befriend a Todoroki?

'So don't worry about me, honey.' Inko continued, as they watched Izuku pour the blackened churros into the bin. When his boyfriend caught them staring, Inko waved at him as if half the kitchen wasn't in utter chaos.

She chuckled. 'Worry about your cooking instead.'

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