#lemillion fanfiction

[frannykings]

Lemillion - Mirio Togata

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[aheckinmess]

Beneath a Starlit Sky [Mirio] (Fluff)

(One Shot 16/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays - and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Mirio x OC, Lemillion x OC, Mirio Togata, Lemillion, Original Female Character(s), Ichijiku Aoki, Tigress, Mirio is a Ray of Sunshine, Would You Love Me if I Was a Worm?, Fluffy Antics, Fluff, Pool Day, OC is Mirio's Girlfriend, There's a Cat Sprinkled In, Overall a Lot of Horseplaying Around, Enjoying the Summer Heat, Camping at Night, Deep Conversations

Word Count: 1,437 words

Summary: After hanging out in Mirio's pool for the day when the summer heat gets brutal, Mirio and Ichijiku camp out later that night in his backyard tent and have a deep, late night conversation about being heroes, as well as what they'd like to do in their future.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

The gentle caress of water lapping at my skin never ceases to soak all of the anxious worries out of my body while I float about the surface tension of the pool. Even when Mirio jumps in and sends me swirling around, I only laugh and sweep my arm across the waves to soak him in retribution.

“Mirio!” I cackle, swimming over and wrapping my arms around his neck. “I was trying to enjoy the pool!”

“Well, I just helped you enjoy it a little quicker.” He winks, pecking my cheek.

“Is that what it was?” I shake my head and roll my eyes, earning me another kiss as he squeezes me close. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Hm, I don’t know that I’d go for much on Amazon.”

“Are you kidding? You’d go for Lemillion yen!” I giggle, screeching when he blows a raspberry against my neck. “Ah, that sounds so gross!”

“We’re both covered in water! What did you expect?” Mirio laughs.

“A warning at the very least!”

I pull back so that we both go sprawling in the water. Of course, Mirio uses his quirk to get the upper hand, and the next thing I know he’s body slamming me and a torrential flood showers upon us. When I surface again, I throw my legs around the back of his shoulders and ruffle his hair on purpose.

“You will cower before meee!” I cackle.

“Never! I will not bow to your goddess-like charms!” He dives in and water shoots up my nose as I’m dragged under.

We both come back up sputtering and coughing and laughing.

“I didn’t think to plug my nose.” I gag, huffing all the excess water out of my nostrils. “You traitor!”

“Well I got my just desserts because I didn’t think to plug mine, either!” Mirio snorts, shaking his head and wiping his nose. 

“You were the one that dove!”

“I didn’t think that far ahead into my plan.”

Laughter echoes across the pool as we both cough out the remaining water in our lungs. Then I glide over to the edge and heave myself out, standing and finding my towel. I wrap it around my shoulders and sit at the edge as Mirio continues floating.

“Aww, are you done already?” He pouts.

“Already? Mirio, we’ve been swimming for two hours!” I roll my eyes, sticking my feet back in and dousing at him with a kick. “If I stay in there any longer you’ll be dating a raisin!” 

“I’d still love you if you were a raisin!” 

“Aww, would you love me if I was a worm?”

“I just told you I’d love you as an inanimate raisin! You think I wouldn’t love you as a worm?” Mirio swims over and settles between my calves as he rests his head on my thigh. “Of course I’d still love you if you were a worm. Though, admittedly, I would miss this version of you.”

My fingers comb through his hair as I look down at his cheeky grin. I scoot aside so he can climb out and sit with me, and then lay my head on his shoulder. Both of us watch the rays of light hit the water and the neighbor’s cat sunbathing on their patio. A bird visits the birdfeeder standing nearby and hightails it the second he sees us.

That afternoon, I’m reminded of the simple joys of life as the summer sun burns it into my skin and I smile.

. . . . .

“Mirio, no. Mirio, don’t you dare!” I scream as he picks up a roach from inside the tent and holds it out to me. “You know I hate roaches!”

“He’s just a little guy. If you hold him, you won’t be as afraid.” His blue eyes gaze so innocently at me even though he’s holding the little demon in the palm of his hand. “Come on.”

“He is not little! And no!” I snap, hopping a few feet back. “I’m already tempted to tell you I’m sleeping in your room tonight and burning the tent. Just get it away from me!”

“If you insist.” Mirio smiles and disappears to the front yard for a few minutes.

Only after I’ve scoured the surface of the tent while he’s gone do I trust it enough to lay my sleeping bag down. I scream again when he sneaks up and attacks my sides.

“Mirio Togata, stop scaring me or I’m going home!” I whine.

“Nooooo!” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down on top of him. “I didn’t mean it. I take it all back!”

With my back to his chest, he tucks his face in my neck and I squirm. It takes a moment for my body to relax after all the adrenaline his antics have caused. But eventually, I sigh deeply and lay against him, closing my eyes and reveling in his closeness.

“Do you still love me?” He murmurs against my ear.

“Of course I do.” I crane my neck and kiss his cheek. “But if you try to make me hold a roach again and it’s not a matter of life and death, I will murder you in your sleep.”

“Noted.”

Awkward limbs fumble around each other as we both get back to setting up our sleeping area. My eyes scan for more creepy crawlies while Mirio seems unbothered. When a bug flies into our tent, I panic before it lands and I recognize the large moth.

“Oh, so you’re fine with this huge moth, but the second you see a roach…” Mirio smirks.

“I can’t help it!” I grab my pillow and smack him with it. “Any bug that my brain thinks shouldn’t be bigger than a quarter freaks me out! I’m fine with tiny roaches and beetles. But the second they get too big, they’re fair game!”

“Haha! I love you so much.” He coos.

“I love you too, you permeating punk.” I stick my tongue out at him.

At long last, we both crawl into our sleeping bags and cuddle in close. I shut off the lantern when it’s time for sleep and steady my breathing. Sleep doesn’t come easily, but just as I’m starting to fade, Mirio’s voice calls out to me.

“Hey, Ichan?”

“Mm?”

“Why did you decide to become a hero?”

Silence blankets us as the crickets stall for me with a song. Childhood memories flash through my mind. Yelling pervades most of it, but there was laughter too. Playful running around the house gets sprinkled in with the consistent angry accusations my mother would always throw at my father and me.

“You know how I grew up,” I begin, glad for the darkness cloaking my expressions. “There might have been a lot of suffering, but there was some good in it too. I decided to be a hero so that I could offer a little bit of good into peoples’ lives when things go wrong. I want to be reliable, so no one else has to suffer the same way I did.”

The silky sound of skin sliding over sleeping bag stretches across until I feel his hand squeeze mine. Tears prick at my eyes and I swallow them down, turning to tuck my head into his chest, dragging my sleeping bag with me.

“I didn’t grow up in the same manner, but that’s how I feel too. I want everyone to be capable of smiling.” Mirio whispers, stroking my hair and planting a kiss on my forehead. “What would you have done if you hadn’t gone down the pro-hero path?”

“Something artsy.” I say. “I’ve thought about it before. I think I would have either started my own business as a baker or maybe sell some crochet goodies of mine.”

“I still have the stuffed bear you made me.”

“Really?”

“Sure do.” 

“What would you have done, Mi-kun?”

“Mom says I would make a good lawyer.” He chuckles. “But I think I might have become a comedian or motivational speaker.”

“I can see that.”

“Or maybe if you’d started a bakery, I would have owned a flower shop so our lives could have still intertwined.” He kisses my cheek. “I can’t imagine a life without you.” “Me either.” I agree, heart thrumming as I hesitantly add. “You’re like my family now, Mirio.”

“You’re my family, too.” He reassures, his hold on me tightening. “And one day, I’ll buy you a nice ring, and we’ll get married, find a house, and have a big family.” He sighs pleasantly as he trails off. “Just me and you against the world.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

Want More Mirio? Try: Shelter in the Storm

[eardun]

So I have this amazing fanfic idea, hear me out:

The society is split between heroes, the defenders of justice, and villains, the masters of instilling fear.

Deku is a wicked villain who runs a large corporation, seen by the media as a rich playboy. He nurtures plans to destroy the hero system.

All Might learns that the Hero Association is run by extraordinary people who control the world from the shadows. They founded the Hero Association to turn everyone's admiration for heroes into a religion, so they can hide their crimes and keep people unaware of the true problems that plague the world.

All Might confronts them but tragically dies, falling victim to their evil schemes.

His successor, Lemillion, learns about this and decides to fight against them.

He gets mortally wounded in a battle, and in his last dying breath, passes his quirk to Dynamight.

Katsuki’s quirk merges with OFA and he defeats this villainous organization.

He and his friends become the new Symbols of Hope, while the hero profession takes on a new meaning – it stops being about fame, power and prestige and becomes about upholding honor, virtue and helping those in need first.

Villain Deku had been observing this whole spectacle from the shadows. He flees to another Universe using a time-travel machine, but gets intercepted by heroes and accidentally messes up the controls, waking up in the present Universe of My Hero Academia. There, he’s All Might’s successor, and Dynamight isn’t his archenemy, but a childhood rival instead

The Hero Association isn't controlled by some dark shady group either... Or is it?

Deku has to navigate in this new reality, and this is where the story begins.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45672259/chapters/114932653

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✧ Class 1-A

Class 1-A as BTS

✧ Bakugou Katsuki

Scare Actor Katsuki x F!Reader

Greaser Katsuki x F!Reader

An Orange & Green Fluff Potion

Katsuki Lovin'

Tiktok Trend

Stoner Katsuki ft. Kiri

✧ Todoroki Shoto

Red & White Potion

✧ Kirishima Eijiro

BF Kiri x Black s/o

Stoner Kiri ft. Katsuki

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✧ Togata Mirio

Cowboy Mirio

LeMillion's Toy

✧ Midoriya Izuku

Cherry Man

Not so innocent

✧ Shigaraki Tomura

Dusty Potion

✧ Todoroki Toya 'Dabi'

Cerulean Potion

✧ Itadori Yuuji

Jealous Boy

OC's

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Victor Meets Stephanie

[ravingrovebeetle]

fanfiction excerpt (ghost on ao3)

this is a shameless self-plug, sorry y'all

here's the link to my actual fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47626291/chapters/120038833

(it's a miritama fic because everything i do is miritama)

Tamaki's passed from hero to hero, and yet he still hasn't seen Lemillion for more than those few seconds when the heroes first arrived. The last one he's left with is Fat Gum, who takes him outside for the first time—and oh. It's been months. The few trees that are actually in the city have grown a kaleidoscope of red and orange and yellow, their leaves slowly beginning to fall from their branches. 

"Wh... How long has it been?" Tamaki breathes, looking over at Fat Gum from the corner of his eye.

Fat Gum isn't in good shape, Tamaki can tell. For one, he's lost his roundness, but that can be chalked up to the fact that he's been fighting to save Tamaki for far longer than he should have. That doesn't explain the dark circles that run under his eyes, though, or the way that his crow's feet don't appear the way they used to when he smiles at Tamaki. 

"You should wish the boys a happy birthday," is what Fat Gum says, far too cheerfully for the situation they're in now or his horrible physical state. 

"...October?" Tamaki blinks. Two months. Two months he's been gone. Two months without properly eating or sleeping or talking to anyone that he actually cares about. 

When you're a hero, you learn that anything can happen in the blink of in eye, within the span of a single second. And if Tamaki's been out of the scene for two months... How much has he missed? 

"The 16th, exactly. I told the kiddos they could take the day off, but they both insisted they'd rather come help save you. They really care about you, Suneater."

Tamaki feels like curling in on himself. He wants to get back in there, to help all of the people that are working so hard to save him despite all of the better things they could be doing. But he can't, because if he uses his quirk... No. 

"They're too..." Selfless? Optimistic? Caring? Altruistic? Chivalrous? Spirited? "Manly?" "They're so much like Mirio," Tamaki settles with. 

"Lemillion led this mission," Fat Gum tells him. "He hasn't been the same since you were..." Kidnapped, Tamaki finishes mentally. It's telling that not even Fat Gum, one of the most "grin-and-bear-it" type-heroes Tamaki's ever met is faltering at even the thought of his sidekick being abducted. 

"His first one?" Tamaki guesses. It's true, unless Mirio has been up to other things in the two months that Tamaki hasn't been around. Fat Gum nods, confirming Tamaki's theory. 

"I saw him for a second," Tamaki says. "But not since then. I... I don't know if I can face him, after everything that's happened. Hado, either." 

"Lemillion and Nejire-Chan will be okay," Fat Gum responds. Tamaki's not so sure. So much has happened, for all three of them. 

Tamaki sighs, taking in the view of the city. There aren't many people out at this time of night, for which Tamaki is grateful. Even with his hero costume looking like it's been buried for years and just finally brought back to the surface, even with Tamaki's greasy hair that has grown longer, reaching his shoulders, Tamaki is still recognizable as Suneater. 

Fat Gum takes the hint, and instead reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box. "I brought some food. I wasn't sure how much you'd be eating there, if..." Right. To the rest of the world, Tamaki's probably dead. He remembers, some time ago, Heart coming in with an obituary and a smug smile. Tamaki's obituary. His mother had written it... Oh my god. His mom. He's alive, and his parents are probably still grieving. 

Tamaki takes the food and tries his best to eat it without wincing. There are two pieces of takoyaki—not nearly enough to satiate Tamaki, but enough for him to at least use his quirk without... He shakes his head. He's not going to think about it—he's not. "I have to call my parents," Tamaki says, standing up once he's finished eating. "Do you have your phone on you?" 

Fat Gum grimaces. "You... you can't talk to them yet. Not until the police get here and we get you to the hospital." 

Red-hot fire shoots through Tamaki—metaphorically, thank god. But he's angry. He's furious, because he's finally made it out of that place alive and he has to deal with the fact that his parents still think he's dead and he can't even offer the slightest bit of help or comfort to anyone, not even the people he loves most. 

"Taishiro," Tamaki says, using Fat Gum's given name. "Give me your phone. I did not get kidnapped for two entire goddamn months to not be able to talk to my parents." 

Fat Gum doesn't argue, instead taking out his simple flip-phone used exclusively for hero missions. Tamaki takes it, desperately typing in his mom's number. He can feel his heart pounding in his ears, a drum beat to the ringing of the phone. 

The phone rings once, twice, three times—and his mom picks up. 

"Mr. Toyomitsu." Her voice is exhausted, but not the kind of sleepiness from just waking up—she sounds like she hasn't slept in days. "Is there anything I can help you with? Fumihiko and I were just getting ready to head to bed."

"Mom," Tamaki whispers, then repeats himself, louder this time. "Mom. It's me. Tamaki. I'm okay. I... You're not supposed to know I'm alive yet, so act surprised when the police or the hospital or whoever calls you, I don't know, I... I just needed to hear your voice."

"...Tamaki?" Softspoken, as always, his mom calls to his dad and suddenly they're both at the phone. "You're okay, oh my god? Where are you? We'll be there as soon as possible, okay?"

"...I don't know. A city, somewhere. Someone will call you, okay? I'm still going to be here in an hour. I just need you to be okay and I need you to know that I'm okay. I love you, Mom, Dad. I'll talk to you later, okay? I love you. Okay."

The two of them talk over each other for several entire minutes, fussing over Tamaki's health and wellbeing and how he sounds so sick and tired and how he must not be okay at all and how does he sound so calm? Tamaki hangs up through one of his mom's tangents about good food for mental health and hands the phone back to Fat Gum.

"I'm never talking to anyone ever again," Tamaki decides stubbornly. Fat Gum just laughs, wrapping Tamaki into a suffocating hug. 

"I missed you, Suneater," he says, and Tamaki would cry if his eyes weren't so painfully dry from dehydration. 

Tamaki laughs sardonically. "I missed you until about thirty seconds ago. Now I wish I'd never seen you. I'm leaving your agency, never being your sidekick again."

"You wound me." 

"You missed it."

[shekissesturians]

~Sun Showers ~ Mirio x Fem!Reader/Oc (Chapter 1)

Synopsis~ Quirks are as much a blessing as they are a curse.

This is the reality Toogata Mirio is confronted with upon interning with Nighteye Agency. It is hard to create a program that can counsel all the different varieties of abilities that can manifest in a quirk. Most follow a basic formula that is easy to adapt and control... while others fall through the crack with a quirk that does not fit into counseling parameters.

When Mirio responds to a flyer that is seeking help for a final art project, he encounters a girl who clearly is one the few who has fallen through the cracks. The more he gets to know her the more he learns how unstable her quirk is.If she doesn't gain control, he fears that she might become one of the many who become another problem in the system. A statistic that is "treated" and lost.

He can't let that happen.

He won't let her fall. ~

Chapter 1- 3,520 words - Ao3 link 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Wanted to post a full version on Tumblr as it might be easier for some to read. Hope you enjoy <3

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Mirio thoughtfully thumbed the green flyer in his hand as he looked around himself trying to gain somewhat of a handle on his surroundings. The one thing he knew was that he was currently at Tsukuru High School…. And that was the current extent of his knowledge. Currently, he was in decent sized courtyard that had a strip of grass planted down the center with benches dashed along on either side. Around the courtyard was a string of tan doors situated under white awnings, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out where their room markers were. This school wasn’t nearly as big as U.A. so he had figured it would be no problem finding the room mentioned on the flyer! Alas… he was gravely mistaken.

Mirio quickly brought the flier back up to his face reading it over for a third time now-

~Wanted ~

Nude models for final art project.

3 session commitment.

Will compensate time with a paid in full dinner.

This is professional - I really need to pass my class.

I promise it will be a good dinner!

If interested meetup time is from 3pm-5pm at classroom B32a at Tsukuru High School.

I will be there every day, please consider!!

Please!!

- 3rd year, Ueno Yua

He had discovered the flier while patrolling with Bubble Girl and knew immediately he needed to help out a fellow student in need! Especially after they asked so kindly, and he would get free dinner out of it which was an especially nice bonus!

It all worked out perfectly, Sir Nighteye had him doing patrols from 11am till 1pm, then a check in from 1pm till 2pm, which would give him more than enough time to get across town to Tsukuru High within the time stated on the flier! Unless he got horribly lost… which he did- because for some reason this school decided not to mark their classrooms!

Mirio released a deep sigh just as he felt a small tap on his shoulder. He froze, glancing over his shoulder to see a pair of big grey eyes looking up at him from underneath deep cyan hued bangs.

“Excuse me? Are you lost?” The girl’s voice was gentle and soft, so soft it took Mirio a second to hear what she had said, “ Um, pardon? Are you lost?” She repeated a second time a bit louder when she realized he couldn’t hear her.

“Oh!” He brightened into a smile, finally pulling the flier away from his face, “I am lost, how’d ya know!?”

The girl, who appeared to be around his age, pointed to his uniform. Mirio’s gaze followed her finger to where it was pointing inches away from his chest.

“We have different uniforms.” She stated politely, but very matter of fact.

He looked back and forth between the two of them, quickly noticing the differences. While his uniform was the standard U.A. green and white, this girls’ was white with a red and blue plaid on her short skirt and tie.

Mirio released a quick laugh, “ Yeah I guess that is an easy tell, isn’t it?” He looked back over to her and held out the flier for her to see, “ I’m here because of this flier. I am looking for room B32a, do you know where that is?”

The girl blinked as the flier was thrusted in her direction. She looked over it briefly before her eyes widened and a huge smile spread across her face.

“That’s me!” She suddenly pressed her hands together in a cheer. Her voice still soft but now filled with excitement, “That’s my flier!”

“Wait, this is your flier!?” Mirio couldn’t help but smile along with the girl’s new infections excitement. It was a complete switch from the quiet demeanor she had displayed just moments ago. Now she was bouncing in place, her short hair bobbing on her shoulders, while she practically glowed from ear to ear.

… It was pretty cute.

“Yes! I’m Ueno Yua!” She quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him into an overly excited handshake.

Mirio laughed, “I’m Toogata Mirio, nice to meet you, Ueno!”

“Oh, thank you so much for coming!” She quickly turned, shifting her grip to pull him towards a nearby room, “B32a is right over here!”

Mirio stumbled behind her as she practically dragged him under the awning pathway that lined all the classroom entrances. It wasn’t until he was underneath that he finally spotted the classroom numbers above the door.

They were there the whole time!?

Jeesh.

“You can’t see the numbers if you aren’t under the pathway.” Yua pointed above the door. She looked back at Mirio to see defeated realization etched across his face.

Her smile instantly sunk with concern, “Ah…I should have wrote it in the flier! Maybe that’s why others haven’t shown up…”

“You mean, you haven’t gotten any other models?” Mirio straightened his posture as she released his hand to pull an ID card out of her skirt pocket.

“You’re the first.” Yua pressed the card to a black reader pad next to the classroom door. With a light click, the door was pulled open and instantly the smells of solvents and paints waft out of the room.

Mirio was instantly consumed with curiosity as he entered. It was nothing like any classroom he had seen before! There was a whimsical chaotic-ness to the room. Wood easels were spewed about with no real organization in mind. Some held canvas’, some did not, but all of them were spattered in an array of paint stains which gave each easel its own unique character.

Behind the forest of easels, on the far back wall, was a large metal trough sink. The counter space surrounding it was piled with different sized cups and containers. Mirio grinned as he continued to take in the room. While the classroom was colored in grey and white tones it was the aftermath paint splatters and spills across the floor and even the walls that gave the classroom its warmth and color.

While Mirio explored the room further, Yua walked over to her easel that was set up near the center of the room and began to prep her station.

“Thank you again by the way,” She spoke out to Mirio. He paused in his current exploration of a large shelved wall that house nearly every color of paint one could imagine. “- for coming to model. You saved me, I would have failed my project.”

He grinned back rubbing a finger under his nose.“Well, that is what heroes do!”

Yua curiously tilted her head as she fiddled with some of the paints on the small table next to her easel, “Oh! You’re a hero?”

“Well, working on it.” Mirio made his way back towards her, “I go to U.A.”

“Really!? Wow, you must be something then!” Yua excitedly squeezed the brushes in her hands tighter, “I get to capture a future Pro- hero in my painting!? It really is my lucky day!”

Her actions caused him to chuckle, she was definitely an easily excited person.

Now Yua’s attention wasn’t even on him anymore. She was looking up towards the ceiling completely encapsulated by her thoughts, whatever they might be.

Mirio had a hunch though.

He could see it, the passion she had about her work. It made him even more pleased that he decided to answer the flier. It wasn’t what one would consider “normal” hero work but he was helping someone in need so it definitely counted in his book! As a bonus, she seemed to be really nice as well.

“Okay.” Yua finally breathed out seeming to gather her thoughts just as Mirio reached the painting station she had created around her easel, “I know exactly what I want now.”

She sat down her brushes before walking towards the center of the room. Yua turned motioning for Mirio to follow her as stepped up onto a raised platform that was draped with a thick red sheet.

“So you will be posed here,” She gestured beside herself, “ - and If you could go ahead and get undress I will adjust the lighting.” Again her eyes drifting to the ceiling in thought while she chewed lightly on her bottom lip, “I was thinking about a kneeling pose.”

Mirio watched as Yua knelt down on the platform resting on her right knee while her left leg stayed up in a bent position.

“Like this!” Yua guided, “Oh I will need to get you a cushion for your knee…” She noted feeling the pressure of her own on the hard surface, “- but then I’ll have you lean over your leg and look to the ground.”

Mirio nodded, studying her examples carefully, “I can definitely do that!”

“Wonderful!” She popped back up to her feet with a smile. Once again she pressed the palms of her hands together happily, “I have a cushion over here we can put under your knee once you cha-”

Yua’s voice froze she turned to see Mirio instantly phase out of his entire school uniform,

“What happened to your clothes!?” She quickly rubbed her eyes with her fists making sure she had just correctly seen a man permeate through clothing.

“Oh that’s just my quirk. Pretty nifty huh??” Mirio stepped away from his clothes with a smile, “So you just want me over here?” He stepped up onto the platform.

Yua stared at him with unwavering eyes as he stepped up next to her. She had figured he was in shape being at U.A. and all but she never imagined him being in that good of shape. His physique completely through her off guard, but in a great way, this was better than anything she could have hoped for!

Mirio could feel her gaze carefully trailing over his form, examining him with what he could only describe as… inquisitive intrigue. Still, when her bottom lip was captured between her teeth as she slipped into another bout of deep thought, he couldn’t help the tint that rose to his cheeks.

She was really too cute to be making a face like that while he stood next to her naked!

“...You really work out huh?” Yua finally released her lip.

Mirio couldn’t help the snort of a laugh that escaped him, “Oh you know, on occasion.” He teased.

His voice seemed to snap Yua out of her daze as she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. A mortified wave of emotion washed over her features upon the realization she had just been staring at him in the most unprofessional way possible.

“Sorry!” She quickly bowed, hoping that she had not made him too uncomfortable…. That was until she realized she was now face to face with his crotch.

Yua’s eyes widened in absolute horror, “Sorry again!!” She squeaked, immediately covering her hands over her eyes and tripping over her feet as she tried to turn away from him.

“It’s okay!! It’s okay!!” Mirio kept repeating. He slapped a hand over his mouth in an attempt to conceal his laughter and not embarrass the poor girl even more, but the series of antics that had just unfolded was too much.

While Yua squatted down into a ball rambling of apologies, Mirio suddenly felt himself begin to sweat as an intense wave of heat hit the room.

“It’s alright Ueno! No worries!!” He tried to reassure her as his laughter finally calmed.

The shroud of heat that suddenly encompassed the classroom was now thickening the air like a sauna.

“Ueno, I’m sorry, but do you feel like it got really hot in here all of the sudden??” Large beads of sweat were now accumulating his skin. This wasn’t in his head, the temperature definitely changed in the room.

As soon as the words left his mouth Yua’s string of apologies halted. She removed her hands from over her eyes, lifting up her palms to take in the new sensation around them.

“… It’s me.” Yua’s voice softened as she returned her hands to cover her face, the red tint on her cheeks deepening.

“Pardon?” Mirio leaned down trying to hear her better. She was talking softly again and he could barely hear her. His hands fanned his face furiously as he waited for her response, it was getting hotter by the second!

“My quirk!” Yua forced her voice to speak up, “It’s … it’s because I’m embarrassed.” She slapped her face a few times with the palms of her hands in an attempt to knock out the embarrassment.

At her words, a light suddenly clicked on in Mirio’s head, everything made complete sense now!

“You don’t need to be embarrassed Ueno!” He quickly jumped into a crouch in front of her, “I’m the one that's naked, I should be embarrassed!”

“No, no.” She shook her head and began to pinch her own cheeks, “ You’re the model, I’m supposed to make you feel comfortable, but I just bowed my head into your crotch!”

There was a warm haze to everything in the room now. The temperature was getting close to unbearable. It quickly became obvious to Mirio that Yua did not have very good control of her quirk…. If any at all.

“You’re not the first person to get up close and personal with my willy, I’m used to it!” He tried to brush off her concern, until he saw her eyes widen through her fingers, “ Wait… that didn’t come out right.”

A sudden spike in heat forced Mirio to cringe. He could barely breathe at this point, it felt as though he was about to burn alive, but he couldn’t just run out and leave her alone. He had to think of a way to help her. He was a hero, he could do this!

“So get this,” Mirio forced up a smile, steam was now beginning to swirl around them. He had to work quickly, “I tell dad jokes, but I don't have any kids…. Guess that makes me a faux pa.”

Yua peaked up at him through her fingers to see the huge grin he was holding even though his face was turning beet red from the heat.

“So when does a joke become a dad joke?” Mirio paused for a beat, “….When it becomes apparent!”

Yua couldn’t contain the smile that broke through the cover of her hands as he continued.

It was working! Mirio could feel the heaviness of heat in the room begin to dissipate along with the swirls of steam. Now he just had to land the big finisher!

“Did you know… your Japanese when you go into the bathroom, and you’re Japanese when you come out of the bathroom, but do you know what you are while you’re in there?” He raised a brow in Yua’s direction with a pause making sure he had her full attention, “European!”

At his last word, Yua’s laughter broke into the room instantly causing the wave of intense heat to dissipate.

Mirio couldn’t contain the deep sigh he released at the sudden temperature change. He felt like he could breathe again! His chest rose and fell with each breath as he began to cool down. Sweat was dripping down his face but he couldn’t help but genuinely smile as he watched Yua laugh.

It was a deep laugh, a hearty laugh… a nice laugh.

“Those... were horrible.” Yua’s laughter slowed into a chuckle before she flashed Mirio a grateful smile.

“Hey now!” He tried to wipe the sweat that was still dripping into his eyes away with his forearm, “You laughed. You thought they were funny!”

“They were funny and horrible.” She locked her eyes with his, “Thank you, Toogata.”

“Any time!” Mirio straightened his posture, “Though I’m sorry, I’m so sweaty now.” He looked down at himself, he was literally drenched in a sheen of sweat.

“No, no,” Yua looked over his form with him, “This is actually perfect, don’t wipe any off! It’s defining your physique, and with the right lighting you’ll be even better to paint now!” An excited glow was back on her features.

Mirio smiled as he watched her quickly rush about - grabbing a pillow, adjusting the standing lights around the platform, and situating the red sheet across the pedestal to her liking. She was back to being passionate and focused as though they both weren’t just nearly baked alive.

He could tell though, this probably wasn’t the first time an incident like this occurred. Though her overall disposition was bright there was a lingering sullenness in her eyes he just couldn’t shake concern for.

Once Mirio was in the position Yua wanted, she quickly skipped over to her easel and got right into laying paint down onto the canvas.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, what is your quirk? Cus honestly that was pretty crazy!” He tried to speak as upbeat as possible, he was so curious but hated to trigger another occurrence.

“Oh….” Yua responded, slowing in her painting a bit as she thought through how to answer his question.

“- And I mean crazy in a good way!” Mirio quickly added, turning his head towards her so she could see his smile.

“It’s weather.” Yua spoke up after finishing a few strokes on the canvas, “It’s triggered by my emotions, so… I have a hard time controlling it….”

“That’s pretty sweet though!” Mirio chimed in making sure she wouldn’t have a chance to feel negative. He could tell from the way her voice was softening it wasn’t something she was necessarily comfortable talking about, “ So you could make it rain, or snow, or anything like that?”

Yua couldn’t help the smile that pulled at her lips from the enthusiasm of Mirio’s questions. She found the positivity over her quirk pretty refreshing.

“I can.” She answered, splitting her attention between him and the canvas in front of her.

“So which emotion would make it snow?” Mirio thoughtfully inquired, “That would be awesome for on a hot summer day!”

Yua paused from her painting to study Mirio for a moment, she had never thought about her quirk in such a way before,

“… I don’t know,” She went back to her work, shading in the contours of his back, “It’s often rather random, …many times I don’t even realize it's me right away… Honestly, I try to avoid triggering it.”

“All quirks take practice, gosh I still lose my clothes on a regular basis!” Mirio poked fun at himself, trying to lift her own spirits.

He didn’t know Yua at all, but the thought of her feeling such turmoil with her quirk made he himself feel downhearted. There were still red marks on her cheeks from where she had been pinching herself earlier, trying to get her quirk to stop. She was really struggling, perhaps even more than he initially realized in the moment.

“I can only imagine.” She giggled, “Doesn’t it get frustrating though?”

“Well yeah, of course!” Mirio glanced over his leg to watch her paint for a moment, “But it also makes people laugh, so I think that’s a pretty great trade-off.”

He watched Yua captured her bottom lip in her teeth, she was thinking again, contemplating something important.

“You really like to make others laugh, don’t you Toogata?” She finally released her lip, turning to dip her brush into a jar of gamsol before dipping it into a new color of paint.

“Absolutely! I mean you never know whose around that might need a pick-me-up. Laughter can really change a lot for people, also… it’s just fun don’t yah think?” He flashed her a bright grin.

“Yeah… ” Yua made eye contact with him for a moment before turning back to her work, “It is…. so where would you like to eat after we are done?” She completed a few more strokes before picking up some more paint on the tip of her brush, “I definitely owe you a good dinner after this session.”

“Oh yeah!” Mirio nearly forgot, “My payment!”

“Have you been to Kaiyo Joō?” Yua smiled, focusing on her work, but keeping her attention on Mirio.

“Oh that’s good! I won’t get sushi there though.” Mirio responded.

“Really why?” Yua tilted her head in question.

“It’s a little fishy.”

Yua nearly knocked over her canvas at his comment as she snorted out a laugh.

Mirio couldn’t help but laugh along with her, and he was sure for a second he felt a crisp breeze swirl throughout the room.

... She really did have a nice laugh.

Next- Chapter 2

[kirithots]

Mirio with an oral fixation because I say so.

He just wants something in his mouth all the time, wants to bite, suck, and lick whatever he can get in his mouth.

Put your fingers in his mouth, he fucking loves it.

Your tits? Those are his to suck on and good luck getting him to stop.

Your neck is gonna be covered in hickies and bite marks, have fun trying to cover those up.

With his oral fixation comes his love of eating pussy.

He just really wants something in his mouth and it’s even better when that something tastes as good as you.

He’ll be in between your legs for hours, your thighs will be covered in love bites and you’ll be begging for him to stop.

[herofics]

Hiya, I had a panic attack that lasted about 45 minutes last night that slowly built up in the day. Normally a panic attack is from other thoughts, but this time the only think in my head was me dying in different ways over and over again, feeling so tempting, making me cry and slightly audibly begging for it to stop. I start hitting my head really hard, i get dizzy from hyperventilating. After I'm so weak and tired, like all I can do is lay there on the floor How would Izuku, Mirio, Toga comfort this gender neutral s/o

I’m so sorry you had to go through that, I wanted to write this as soon as I could so maybe it can be a bit of a comfort thing. Anyway, older and living together, maybe they’ve just finished UA or maybe in their early twenties already, but still. I don’t think Toga would be a good fit for this, so I didn’t write her, sorry

~Midoriya Izuku~

Midoriya had been out to see some of your mutual friends from your days at UA, but you hadn’t felt like coming along. You had just told him to give them your best.

Midoriya had had a bit of a bad feeling about leaving you alone that particular evening, since you hadn’t been having the best of weeks, but you had assured him you would  be fine. You’d told him you were going to watch a movie and turn in early.

A movie and going to sleep early was exactly what you had planned on doing, but then something struck you. You had no idea what triggered it this time, but you could feel your chest tightening and your breathing getting more labored. You sat down on the couch and tried calming yourself, but you couldn’t. The most awful thoughts were taking over your brain. You saw yourself dying a hundred different ways in your head, and your vision was going blurry.

In the middle of having a beer with Bakugou and Kirishima, Midoriya got the most awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. He ignored it for a while, but it persisted.

“I need to make a call” he told them and stepped outside the bar.

He called you, but there was no answer, which made sense if you had already gone to sleep, but it had only been around an hour since he left home and knowing you, you would not get to sleep that quickly. That combined with the bad feeling he was having, he decided to head home. He sent the guys a text telling them he had to go home, and started walking.

At some point his walking turned into sprinting. The foreboding feeling that something bad was happening didn’t let up the whole time he made his way home.

When he got to the front door he fumbled with his keys for a moment, before getting the door open.

“(Name?)” he asked, raising his voice a little as he walked in.

No answer.

Midoriya walked farther into the house and found you laying on the floor next to the couch.

“(Name!) he yelped and knelt down next to you lifting you onto the couch.

You didn’t resist, in fact you didn’t move at all, you just laid on the couch, while Midoriya held your hand. He also decided to check your pulse, which seemed to be a little elevated, but it was there. He sighed in relief.

“Izuku?” you asked quietly as your eyes fluttered open.

“I’m here” he answered, placing a kiss on the back of your palm.

You started tearing up, and hiccupping, as Midoriya asked: “What happened?”

“I-I had a panic attack, I think…” you sniffled, your head was hurting like someone had hit you on it.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone, you I knew you hadn’t been doing well, and-”

You cut him off with a: “No-no, you can’t just stop living your life because you want to take care of me” as you sat up.

Midoriya looked a bit taken aback by what you’d just said.

“I’m not stopping my life, you’re a huge part of it, a part which I’d like to take good care of” he said.

“But I can’t be your whole life, Izuku. I don’t want you to miss out on things because of me and then resent me for it” the tears started falling as you said that.

“I could never resent you, I love you” he said softly.

“But-” you started.

“You need to stop thinking like that. You’re not a burden I’m forced to carry, you’re someone I chose to love, baggage and all” he said and sat next to you on the couch.

You leaned your head against his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around yours. You stayed like that for a while. You cried out your frustration as he held you close and told you it was going to be okay. How had you gotten so lucky? To have found someone like him must have been one in a million. You would cherish him till the end of your days, whenever that may be.

~Mirio Togata~

Mirio was coming home from a long evening at work. The time had gotten away from him a bit and he was late coming home. He had also stopped by a grocery store to get a few basic things, and some of your favorite candy for you as well.

When he got home he thought you were already asleep since most of the lights in the apartment were off. He set the groceries on the kitchen table, but in the moment of silence that followed, he heard something that made him dash to the bedroom. You were begging for something or someone to stop.

Mirio flicked the lights on in the bedroom and found you laying on the floor, sobbing and hyperventilating.

He didn’t say anything, he just sat down on the floor beside you and pulled you to his lap, with the side of your head resting against his chest. He was rocking a bit with you in his arms, just trying to get you to calm down.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here” he kept repeating as your breathing kept getting into a better rhythm.

“Mi-Mirio” you sobbed as you clung to his shirt for dear life.

“I’m here, it’s okay, just try to slow your breathing, okay?”

You didn’t even nod. You still felt lightheaded from all the hyperventilating, and all you had the strength to do was hold onto Mirio’s shirt as he held you close. You felt so unbelievably bad, you didn’t even know how long you’d been laying on the floor before Mirio came. You had had enough time to bang your head on the floor and almost pass out since you weren’t getting enough oxygen because of the hyperventilating.

You felt exhausted. Your body felt incredibly heavy, and you didn’t even have the strength to move. You just kept trying to get your breathing under control for the next half an hour.

Mirio held you close the whole time, until you could breathe at least somewhat properly again. You had your eyes closed, and he thought you might have either fallen asleep or maybe even passed out from the exhaustion brought on by the panic attack.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Mirio muttered to himself, his voice heavy with worry as he wiped some of your hair off your face.

You barely heard what he said, your ears were still ringing a bit and you weren’t really paying attention to anything other than keeping your breathing steady. You just tightened your grip on his shirt. You weren’t really sure what you were supposed to do with yourself either. You opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“I love you so much and I hate seeing you like this. I wish I could do more to help you” Mirio said and placed a kiss on your forehead.

You wanted to cry again, not really from being upset, more because of the fact that you had someone so wonderful in your life, someone that loved you so much.

“I love you too” you said quietly, you couldn’t muster the strength to speak any louder.

“You should probably get some rest, we can talk in the morning” Mirio said and stood up, with you still in his arms.

He set you down on the bed, and you pretty much fell face first into your pillow. Mirio was about to walk away, but you grabbed his hand.

“Thank you” you whispered.

“No problem” Mirio smiled softly.

You let go of his hand and he left the room, leaving you to fall asleep. Which you did, in a matter of minutes.

Mirio didn’t know how to help you when you were in such a bad state. He just wanted to make it all go away. All the pain, all the bad thoughts, everything that made you hurt so much, but he knew there was no miracle cure for this. It was a one day at a time type of situation, and like he had told you years ago, he would be there for you, for everyone of those days. He would walk through fire to get to you every day if that's what it took.

[novelizt]

BY THE NIGHTLIGHT ☁︎ mirio togata

GENRE ➺ fluff

AUTHOR'S NOTE ➺ my brain can't think rn so it might be too cheesy :>

 Mirio had been selfless since day one. At least, from your perspective.

 Being acquaintances for as long as you have, you picked up on the very few times he was selfish. Such as when matters concerned food or the last cold soda in the cooler. And on rare, heart-fluttering occasions, you. There weren’t many moments he’d steal away from the light, so you were more than thankful he was comfortable enough to dive into the abyss with you. The abyss being self-deprecating jokes, light shoves in the corridor, and skipping class on days your mind didn’t let you rest.

 Mirio Togata was the person you never knew you needed but now can’t imagine living without. He was all that. And you couldn’t even understand what you were. Friends? Dating? The arbitrary line in-between?

 Whatever it was, you were contented with now. You had plenty of life to live and you hoped he did too. Praying it would be spent together.

 Your head bobbed, jutting forward when your eyes shut and your consciousness slipped. Sitting straight up as soon as the shock of almost falling asleep woke you, your hands gripped the seat of your chair. Eyes instinctively traversing the room to recall where you had been.

 All but one corner of the room was basked in shadows. That lit corner illuminated homely yellow wallpaper, a plethora of scattered toys, and the silhouette of Mirio holding Eri in his arms. The younger girl’s head lulled on his shoulder, eyes closed with light snored leaving her lips. Mirio, on the other hand, swayed side to side. Still humming an incoherent tune, unaware that Eri had fallen asleep already.

 For a moment, the idea of a family with Mirio crossed your mind. As soon as the thought came, it was gone. And you shook your head. You expressed your distaste for having kids so the idea must’ve been a fleeting one — a random one. Not an aspiration. Yes.

 Maybe?

 “Hey there, beautiful.” Your attention turned to Mirio. Cartoonesque eyes looking at you with unexpected warmth, only warmer with the reflection of Eri’s nightlight in his eyes.

 “Hi, handsome.” You replied smilingly. Getting up from your seat and stretching to hear the satisfying pop in your joints. “Eri’s asleep.” You informed, holding your arms out. Offering to take her and tuck her into bed.

 An offer he silently rejected by turning his body away from yours. A childish “no” making your grin grow wider. “Come over here though.” With his free hand, he waved at you in a come hither motion. Eri expertly balanced in his grip.

 “What for?” You approached anyway. Arm outstretching to slip into his. Palm to palm, he pulled you closer till he could rest his head on yours. Arm curling around your waist.

 “Just wanted a hug.”

 You were still for a beat, then your arms wrapped around him. Careful of Eri, still. Your fingers wound themselves into his hair. Massaging the crown of his head and placing a voluntary kiss on his cheek. “You’re such a big baby.”

 “I want one.”

 Your brows furrowed, letting out a hum in question.

 Your arms fell to his shoulders when he raised his head, now eye to eye with an uncharacteristically serious look on his face. “Can I tell you something?”

 You nodded. “Always.”

 “I want to be selfish.” He revealed. His admittance making him feel guilty. A promise to save millions — and some part of him wanted to be selfish. “Sometimes, I just want to run away.”

 “It’s like that sometimes,” you tried to assure. Placing your hand on his cheek. His first instinct was to lean into it. “But you’re strong. I know you are. And you’re going to help so many people . . . save so many people . . .”

 “I want to run away with you,” he added, turning you mute. “I didn’t know life like this — at home without a worry — would be so much more . . . inviting. We don’t have to worry about losing the other. Maybe we’ll have enough time to make a grocery list together. Maybe even get a dog? It’s so much nicer like this . . .”

 “But you still want to save people . . .” you interjected. He nodded. “Then I love you too much to take that away from you.” Hearing yourself felt like being doused in cold water, by the time you realized you’d dropped the L, it was too late. So you watched his eyes turn a shade brighter despite the darkness of the room — and you let your mouth run to avoid the inevitable discussion on where your relationship stood. “Your dream was to save millions as Lemillion, all I did was come in at a later date. I’ll wait. We’ll both wait until the world is kind enough for us to settle down properly. Promise. Until then, go be the hero you’d always wanted to be.”

 A sniff had pulled you back to reality, your eyes turning into saucers the moment you realized his was pricked with tears. “Mirio? I’m so sorry if I said something out of line! I was caught in the moment and-”

 “Stop rambling for a moment,” He chucked, using the back of his sleeve to wipe at his eyes. A dusting of rose being left beneath the creases of his eyes. “I love you too.”

⚘ SEPTEMBER PROMPT LIST DAY 15: NIGHTLIGHT ˎˊ˗

⌠ @novelizt 2021⌡

[saudade-mayari]

Hearing news of their s/o being injured

pairing/s: Mirio Togata x gn!reader, Hawks x gn!reader

warnings: mentions blood and injuries

Mirio ‘Lemillion’ Togata

He’s deadass scared when he first heard the news, it’s like all of a sudden the flashbacks of Nighteye struck right through his mind

He came running to the hospital only to see you peacefully laying down, the doctors checking out on you

It pains him to see your arms and the side of your head are covered with blood. It’s suffocating for Mirio to see you at that state

At the very least he had a sense of relief when the doctor disclosed you only have minor injuries, but it’ll take time for you to be back on hero duties

After the doctors leave, he sits down next to your bed, holding your hand, and stares at you with an exasperated and concerned look

His hands run through your hair, carefully tugging it off to avoid waking you up and that’s when the tears he’s been suppressing roll down his cheeks

“I can’t lose you either.” Are the only words that came out of his mouth, Mirio swears to himself that he’s not going to let any of this happen again

The moment you open your eyes, he’ll pull you for a hug. Constantly overjoyed now that you’re in recovering state “I’m sorry if only I arrived sooner-”

Just stop him and kiss him. Assure Mirio that it’s not his fault, don’t let our bby blame himself

Would give you tons of fruits while he reads your favorite book. “You’re so strong, you did so well. I love you.”

Keigo ‘Hawks’ Takami

Would be lowkey annoyed. Not to you of course, but to the villain that got away

Tells himself what are those wings for when he can’t even arrive on time

As the doctors patch your injuries you are looking at the winged hero, blankly staring at the space while his arms are crossed. This time he just can’t keep his upbeat attitude while seeing you covered in bandages

One thing is for sure, Hawks wouldn’t let that villain go around as they wish. He knows that it may be a coincidence from hero work but a part of him knows that you may have been a target too since your relationship with the winged hero is known by the media

You stare at him with assurance, smiling while the doctors are patching up your wounds and when they finally gave you a moment, “Keigo I’m okay-”

He’ll pull you for a gentle hug, kissing your forehead while his hands go through your cheeks “Sorry I’m not fast enough.”

Hawks would tuck himself with you at the hospital sheets. He doesn’t give a single damn if nurses or doctors takes pictures of you and him

Carries you in a bridal style and flies you around. Hawks would and always be the strong person so as paranoid as he is, he tries his best to keep you safe even at a fair distance

You try to joke about it and surprisingly Hawks just goes around with the joke to keep the tension away. “I want mochi”

He kisses your cheeks and smiles before he flies out. “Your wish is my command, Hime”

[tteokdoroki]

some dad!mirio for @toshidou because i can and i will :]

from the moment mirio first held your baby in his arms you knew he was going to be a great father. let’s be honest, hed be one of the best dads out of all bnha boys. it would start with the way your baby instantly smiles whenever he enters the room, little giggles wafting through the air while mirio waves to them and coos at them :(

he calls your baby little sunshine, because they smile like the sun and the sun makes his world go round. mirio is never apart from the little one, always sleeping with them on his bare chest— baby barely taking up any space on his pec while they nap together in the afternoon sun. your baby is always happy, because their daddy is always happy; their emotions are practically in sync— so if baby cries, mirio is right along side them, his lower lip wobbling while you bounce the little one up and down.

“my heart, it’s so broken.”

“mirio, they’re just restless...”

“BROKEN I SAY!”

when baby gets a bit bigger, mirio wakes them up earlier to make panlakes for you. the two of them creating an absolute mess in the kitchen because surprise, mirio keeps phasing through objects just to hear your kid giggle and scream but your heart ends up so warm even if they present breakfast to you with flour smeared across their cheeks. mirio is the cool dad who plays hero with your kid and let’s them win every time, tearing up whenever they tell him ‘i wanna be a hero just like dad!’ And you probably have to spend at least an hour comforting the guy because he can’t stop bawling.

however, my favourite thing about dad!mirio would be, whenever the three of you are out— your kid would fall asleep on mirio’s shoulders, completely knocked out from the day’s events whilst mirio walks you back to the car, fingers intertwined with yours.

[oligbia]

Birthday Boy

Mirio X Reader

NSFW, Fem!Reader

for mirio's birthday event

A/N: I will say, i'm not huge on this one. It was really rambly at the start but idk i kinda liked it. I do like the slight fem!dom vibe i had. Idk, my straight smut still isn't good but it'll get better with practice. as always with anything- feedback is much appreciated <3

Mirio was the light of your life. He was the most beautiful sculpture, muscles toned and carved from a fine marble, each scar on his body telling a story. He had a soul that radiated love. He wanted everyone around him to feel loved- and you always felt loved with him. Everyday he loved you was like an adventure. He kept you on your toes, but would never let you down. He showered you in love and praises. He snuggled you in the morning, kissed you goodbye before work, caressed your hand during dinner, and held you close at night. You knew how much he loved you- but you wanted to make sure he knew how much you loved him.

With the summer heat of mid-July, you find yourself inside a lot more. This, however, presented you the perfect opportunity to think on what you would do for your precious boy’s birthday! You had asked Mirio a few different times what he planned to do or what he wanted, and most of the time he would wave you off with a “Just spending time with you is the best gift, Sunshine!”, but that wasn’t good enough to you. But, enough planning and one online shopping order later, and you had finally figured out the best gift.

It started with a dinner out, as most of your dates did. You had made reservations for a lovely, upscale type place. It was honestly very much out of you and Mirio’s comfort zones, but when Mirio saw you wearing such a nice evening gown, he was sold. The way the fabric draped over your body, hugging your curves, just about drove him up the wall. He looked good himself, of course. His light grey button-up and suspenders gave him a classy look, the way the sleeves were rolled up to his sleeves was downright sexy. Easy enough to say, the two of you made for an attractive couple. Mirio swore up and down you looked much better than him, complementing your dress over and over. What he didn’t know, however, was that he hadn’t even seen the best part.

After such an extravagant dinner, Mirio opened the door to your shared apartment. He smiled as he held your hips gently, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. He tasted like sunshine and champagne. “Thank you for the dinner plans, sweetheart. It was an amazing birthday.”

Your hands fell from his neck to his shoulders as you looked up into his eyes. “Don’t thank me yet Miri’ I have another present for you.” You smirked at him as he smiled back down at you, clueless as always.

“Does this plan include snuggle time?”

You squirmed from his grasp. “Maybe, just. . .go wait in bed for me and I’ll be there in a second, okay?”

Mirio looked puzzled but nodded. You watched as he headed down the hall for the bedroom, whistling some song the two of you listened to on the way home. Once you knew he was gone, you grabbed the package you had been hiding from him in the coat closet. Taking it to the bathroom, you removed the contents and shimmed out of your gown.

The outfit you bought online was the best damn thing you had ever seen. It was a beautiful bra and panty set that had a print resembling Mirio’s own hero costume. It hugged your hips and pushed your breasts together in such a way you looked so sexy it was sinfully, so sinful it would make a nun wet.

When you approached the bedroom, Mirio was hanging something up in your shared closet, back facing you. You cleared your throat to gather his attention. You wished you had a camera to capture the way he looked at you, you really did. His eyes blew wide as he bit his bottom lip.

“Holy fuck, baby-” Mirio practically lunged at you, nearly tripping over the chest at the end of your bed in the process. His hands wandered up and down your sides, fingers caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Happy Birthday, Lemillion,”

“Oh it is a happy birthday for sure- Oh my god.” His hands took rest on your waist, pulling you into him as he kissed you in a feverish rush. You couldn’t help the giggles that fell from your lips when his hands began to wander to the plush of your ass. His kisses were sloppy, sucking on your bottom lip now and then. His kisses migrated down to your jawline and to your neck. He left open mouth kisses along your neck, groaning as he grabbed at your ass with his large hands.

“You look...so pretty... Just for me, princess,” he spoke between kisses. Your hands wandered into his hair, tugging at it. Your combined moans float around the room like music. His hands wander back to your waist as he pulls you back onto the bed with him. Pulling his head back from your collarbones, he pouts.

“Baby, it's your birthday, let me make you feel good please?” You wandered onto his lap, straddling his waist. Your hands wandered under his shirt, you lifted it up over his head and discarded it on the floor.

You swore his eyes turned to hearts with the total awe and lust he looked at you with when he nodded. To him, you were a goddess amongst mere mortals. He was fully prepared to bow at your feet and worship you. He would idolize you in your entirety, praising every inch of your body. Having you on top of him like this, eyes looking down at him was enough to convince him he had been sent to heaven. When your hands held his face, lips grazing across his jawline and throat, he felt like he was being touched by god herself. Each kiss you left on his collarbones and jawline felt like little blessings.

After abusing his neck and collarbones, leaving a plethora of lipstick stains and bruises, you pull back. “Miri’ baby, can I take these off please,” Your hands tug on his belt loops as you lean close to his ear, “I really want to ride your cock. Is that okay? Do you want me to ride that cock?”

Mirio nodded quickly. “I think that would be good...yes, please…I want you to,”

You giggled, “If the birthday boy insists-”

Mirio lifted his hips off the bed, letting you pull his pants off. They fell to his ankles, boxers following soon after. His member sprang out, precum leaking from the tip. Your hand took as much of it as you could, palming it. Mirio groaned, eyes shutting from your touch. Your own arousal was apparent against Mirio’s thigh.

“All this over me touching you?” You asked him, still handling his dick with your hands, running them up and down the length.

He rubbed his thigh against your still clothed folds, “I could say the same thing to you, hm?” Mirio chuckled as a moan slipped from your lips. You shot him a passive-aggressive ‘it's my turn to top,’ look, which only made him chuckle more. His giggles were stopped, however, when you started pumping his cock, his face turning red as his erection grew.

“That's a good boy,” You whispered, pumping his length. “Good boys get their birthday gifts, right?”

Mirio hummed in agreement as a slacked jaw moan escaped from his lips. He practically whimpered when you moved your hand off of his now fully erect member. You slipped your panties off, your pussy absolutely dripping. You ran your folds against his member, teasing him as your juices dripped onto him. He squirmed at the feeling, his breath hitching.

“Ready birthday boy?”

Mirio nodded, “Please...please get on baby,”

“Since you asked so nicely,” You lowered yourself down onto his length. Mirio was very much blessed in length and width. No matter how many times he had fucked you, filled you to the absolute brim, you still were never ready for the stretch his cock gave you. Moans and whimpers of gratitude fell from both of you when you finally bottomed out.

You began to grind against him, his cock filling you over and over. Mirio was simply overwhelmed by the way your pussy sucked him in, closing around his clock with every bounce on your body. The way your breasts were bouncing in front of his face, tits spilling over the bra with his logo on it left him speechless.

“B-baby please, you feel so good,” Mirio was nothing more than a mess of grunts and moans as he panted.

Your moans were fucking pornographic as you bounced on his dick, his length hitting your g-spot and filling you over and over again.

The both of you were so close, you could feel Mirio’s dick twitched as your bounces grew quicker and sloppier.

“Baby, baby- i’m gonna cum soon, keep bouncing like that,”

“Cum for me, sweetheart. It’s your birthday, you can cum in me- fuck Mirio. . .please cum in me. Please-”

You came before him, your juices covering his dick. Wet sounds echoed between the two of you as he grabbed your hips, ramming you more harshly onto his dick, lifting you back off. Mirio never meant to be rough with you, but it always just kind of happened. You moaned, your puffy folds still sensitive. A few more bounces and Mirio came inside you. His thick, white ropes covering your walls as a moan fell from his lips.

He pulled you into a long kiss. He pulled back, kissing your nose with a smile. Your hands moved the hair from his sweaty forehead. He looked at you with the same puppy dog eyes as he did every time he saw you. You rested your head against his chest, snuggling up against him.

“Good birthday?”

“Oh, the absolute best. Thank you, Sunshine. I love you so, so, much”

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Shelter in the Storm [Mirio] (Angst)

(One-Shot 5/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Mirio x OC, Lemillion x OC, Mirio Togata, Suneater, Tamaki Amajiki, Tamaki is a Good and Precious Bean, Mirio is a Ray of Sunshine, Anxious OC, Not the Best Home Life, But What Are Ya Gonna Do?, I Gave Tamaki a Younger Sister, Because Why Not

Word Count: 2,881 words

Summary: Tamaki and Ichijiku have been friends since elementary school, so it’s become a habitual occurrence for her to seek shelter at his house when her parents get overwhelming. In the morning, Tamaki and Mirio both walk with her to school and attempt to brighten her spirits.

Author's Note: I've noticed you all seem to enjoy minor characters a lot, so I'll try and focus on adding more as I continue writing one-shots. It's certainly a fun challenge to get to know characters who don't get a lot of screen time! I hope you enjoy!

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Mirio, are you awake? I text my boyfriend despite knowing he’s asleep. Between the two of us, he goes to bed the earliest.

Still, for an hour and a half, I wait for a reply. When it’s obvious that I won’t be receiving a response, I stare at the ceiling as my brain tunes back into reality. The yelling down the hall amplifies and my heart races as I wait with baited breath for Mom to walk through the door. Please don’t yell at me. I don’t know what I did and if that’s why you and Dad fight but please stop screaming. When footsteps make their way down the hall, I place my phone down and hug my pillow with my eyes closed. Though internally I panic, I force myself to take deep and even breaths.

I hear the door squeak open and the heavy, angry breaths of my mother. Only the thumping in my chest is audible, and I dare not move until I hear the familiar click of my door. Even then, I pause for another two minutes until I’m sure she doesn’t stand in wait to catch me being disobedient.

When I open my eyes and she’s not there, I slip out of bed and crawl over to my window. I pull the blinds and look next door into Tamaki’s room. His dark blue eyes meet mine as he lays in his bed. I scrounge around behind my desk to find my notebook. I flip through a few of the pages until I land on the one I want, holding up the page to the glass: Can I come over?

I watch him rifle through his own notebook before holding up his response.

Yes.

I tuck my notebook away and look at my door for a minute or two. She might come back. My ears tune in to every sound as I grab my jacket and stuff a deck of cards in the pocket. There’s no footsteps down the hall and the muffled sound of the TV can be heard down the hall, a signal my dad’s in bed and my mom’s still in the living room. So, I throw on my jacket and crack open my window, slow and steady.

After sneaking out and shutting it behind me, I glide across the lawn over to Tamaki’s house and through the opening he’s left me. He takes my hand and helps me into the much warmer house. I click the window lock as I get comfy on his bed.

“Hi.” I whisper.

“Hi.”

Several minutes pass and neither of us say a word. My fingers pet the dark plum comforter underneath me, focusing my attention on the soft texture while the sound of yelling echoes in my mind. Tears trek down my cheeks while I try and think of what to say, not that it’s anything Tamaki doesn’t know. We’ve known each other since middle school. It’s unlikely that there’s anything I can tell him or Mirio that neither of them would know. They're probably sick and tired of you telling them the same stupid shit all the time. 

“Are you…okay?” My best friend’s gentle voice breaks the silence.

“It’s nothing new, I’m fine.” I sniffle, wiping my face and shoving my emotions away, all the way down to soles of my feet. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”

“Are you staying for the evening?” He asks. “Mother knows your situation; you know she doesn’t mind if you stay for the night.”

“I know. I don’t know if I’m staying, yet. Mom has started checking my room in the middle of the night.” I explain, raking my fingers through my hair as I look up at him with red eyes and swollen cheeks. “The fights have been getting more frequent and the drinking is worse.”

“Does Mirio know?” He asks.

“I texted him, but you know he goes to bed early. He’s already asleep, or I wouldn’t have bothered you. I’m sorry, Maki-kun.” I sigh and place my face in my hands. “I just don’t like being there at night; I feel so alone and afraid. But then I feel guilty because shouldn’t I want to be with my family? I sneak out just like she accuses me. I don’t sleep around and I don’t get into drugs like she accuses, but I’m still sneaking out. If I didn’t do that, would it make her and Dad fight less?”

“I-I wasn’t trying to imply…that you were bothering me. I only…wanted to make sure Mirio was aware…of the situation.” Tamaki trembles a bit as he explains and starts wringing his hands, eyeing his wall. “H-He’s…a lot better with encouragement. B-But…I’m sure that the situation between your parents is not your fault.”

“Then why does it feel like it?” I choke out, shoving my palms into my eyes so I won’t cry anymore. It feels like all I’ve done for the majority of my teenage life is cry. Weak. Pathetic. “Why does it feel like everything I do is the reason they won’t stop fighting? Mom won’t stop drinking. Dad’s barely home trying to provide for us. I don’t know what to do to make it stop.”

When the warmth of Tamaki’s arm wraps around me, sheltering me in safety, I break. The dam bursts and I cling to him as shaky sobs rattle through his room. Thoughts surface from the first time he and I went to middle school, his body shaking as he tried to speak up at the front of the classroom. I remember being so quiet and afraid that I hadn’t been able to reassure him, my childhood best friend. Seeing Mirio do it so easily later that afternoon had humbled me, and it wasn’t until lunch time when the two boys were sitting alone that I’d decided to be brave and join Tamaki and the blonde-haired stranger.

Since I could remember, Tamaki had always been my best friend, my ride or die. Having someone new that didn’t automatically write me off as a stuck up prick was a breath of fresh air. Mom had flagrantly accused me of being a slut the moment I’d come home raving about Mirio.

This comforter has caught more of my tears than my own. I think with an ache in my chest. Gentle, familiar hands rub up and down my shoulders as I wonder where I went wrong. Was it when I first became friends with Tamaki? With Mirio? When I got my first F on an assignment? The first time I called my mom out for cheating on Dad?

“What’s wrong with me?” I whimper.

“What do you mean?”

“They wouldn’t fight if I was gone.” I cough. “If I went away their lives would be better.”

“That’s not true!” Tamaki gasps and pulls back so he can look at me. “Life is so much brighter with you. You’re like Mirio. Everything around you…everyone you interact with…your very presence makes everyone happier.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” I say. “I feel like I bring gloom and despair wherever I go.”

“That seems more like something I would say, don’t you think?” Tamaki teases, nudging me a bit and giving me a shaky smile. “I-I…understand better than anyone…about feeling less than adequate.”

“You’re so amazing, though! And you’re my bestie, so you know I’m honest when I say you’re the best. You’ve trained and worked so hard to be where you’re at. You’ve made great strides. And I…” I go back to playing with his comforter as he continues to let me lean into his side. “All I’ve done is–”

“You’ve trained hard too.” Tamaki never interrupts, so I make sure to heed what he says. “You were so scared to choose the hero track. We both were. But you were the one who encouraged me from the beginning to take a step into the hero world when I didn’t believe I could. You and Mirio pushed me forward toward that bright future. It never would have started so early if it wasn’t for you.”

Listening to him helps quiet my mind and focus on the more positive side of life, even as the bad voices still lurk on the outskirts of my mind. I pull back and sit up, yawning and realizing just how tired I am as my body calms down.

“...is the offer to stay still available?”

“You know my mother would never turn you down. I’ll pull out the extra futon.”

. . . . .

The guest futon feels comfortable and safe. No yelling invades my dreams to feed my nightmares. My alarm goes off about thirty minutes before I need to wake up, and when I blink my eyes open I find Takara nestled against my chest.

I grunt and thread my fingers through her hair.

“Taka-chan?” I coo, my worries instantly fading at the sight of the little girl. It takes her a moment to fully wake up, but then her pretty blue eyes blink up at me. “What are you doing here?”

“Bad jeem.” She babbles, tucking her head back into me and going to sleep again.

“Aww,” I purr, petting her hair for a few more minutes until anxiety clutches at my throat. If Mom wakes up and sees I’m gone… “Come on, Rara. I have to go back to my house.”

“No go!” She whines, holding tighter. “Iku stay?”

“I can’t stay, honey.” I frown. “I have to go to school in a little bit with your brother. And right now I have to go home so my mom doesn’t get mad at me.”

“No!”

Her determination to keep me here endears me to her all the more, but I give a heavy yawn with my quirk and she’s out for the count. I shift carefully and leave her bundled up in blankets on the futon. I notice Tamaki still sleeps on, so I grab his notebook and write a note for him.

Went home. Will walk with you to school as usual, though.

I get ready for school and walk with Tamaki to Mirio’s with minimal criticism from my mother before I go. To be fair, she’s too hungover to do much aside from nurse her headache with an icepack.

The second Mirio walks up to me and Tamaki, I tackle him in a hug. I squeeze him with all my limbs and exhale all of my sad. He has a way of soaking up all of my hurts, his affection a healing balm to cure my wounds.

“Good morning, Sunbeam.” He breathes in my ear. “From the looks of your texts, it seems like you had a rough night…and not in the good way.” He winks at me, before pecking my lips. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s just the same old, same old. My mom’s just been drinking more and it’s made it hard to sleep at night. I stayed at Maki-kun’s last night.” I explain, letting him set me down and taking his hand as we head to UA.

“That’s been happening more frequently. Are you sure there’s nothing we can do?” Mirio tilts his head, never losing his optimistic expression.

“No. It’s our last year at UA. There’s not really a point. Besides…I don’t want to be the reason for her getting in trouble when I’m already the reason she and Dad fight.” I hold his hand tighter, betraying my fear.

“That’s not your fault, Ichan.” He leans over to smother my cheek in kisses until I’m giggling. Only then does he smile again. “My mom once said that sometimes parents with a lot of problems try to pick the one constant in their life to become the scapegoat of all their issues and insecurities. You’re the one thing they can control, so they use it to their advantage.”

“N-Not to mention…they think…you’re oblivious to all the problems…they’ve created.” Tamaki adds on.

“It’s true. They severely underestimate that beautiful brain of yours.” Mirio slinks his arm around my waist.

He makes my back tingle as part of his arm phases through me playfully so he can comfortably rest his hand there.

“Mi-kun!” I shriek out a laugh, squirming as the strange feeling sends tremors down my spine. “I’ve told you that tickles!”

“Have you told me that?” He smirks. “I don’t recall you saying anything of the sort.”

“You totally do! I can see it on your face!”

“That’s subjective evidence.”

“Mirio-AH!” He starts tickling me in the sides with his fingers this time and I bolt down the sidewalk as the school building comes in sight.

“Oh? So we’re doing endurance training now, are we? Come on, Suneater! We can’t lose!”

I hear him getting closer behind me and use his closeness as motivation to add one last burst of speed to make it to the staircase. My foot meets the first step when Mirio’s arm swoops around my waist twirling me around and clutching me against his chest.

“Gotcha! There’s no way you beat Lemillion!” He laughs victoriously as I pant and catch my breath.

For a moment, he just holds me like that and I let him, forcing oxygen in my lungs. His smile flattens into a neutral expression as he presses his ear more intently to my chest. I flush and look around awkwardly until he speaks.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.” Mirio hums.

“Well, yeah, I kinda just ran the last two blocks to get here.” I snort, heart still pounding in my ears. “I’ll bet your heart is beating pretty fast too.”

“I like it.” Mirio states, finally setting me on my feet and cupping my face in his hands. “The more I’m with you, the more things I find to love!”

I crinkle my nose and find something else to focus on so I don’t automatically turn down the compliment. I reach up and smooth down Mirio’s uniform collar as an excuse to touch him.

“I could say the same about you, Slippery Boi.”

He drops his hands to my waist since we still have time to wait outside and presses his forehead to mine. Poor Tamaki plants his forehead against the outer wall of the school when he recognizes the intimate look on Mirio’s face. He typically tries to give us our space as a couple when we need our affectionate moments.

“I’m glad you have Tamaki next door to help you when I’m not able to.” Mirio whispers, gazing at me with so much love. “I trust him with my life. It makes me feel better to know that he’s close by in case there’s an emergency.”

“Mi-kun, it’s not like that. My family might yell a lot, but they’d never…” I open my mouth to finish that sentence, but find I can’t. Memories of intentional bruises and cuts from my father remain burned in my memory.

“They would.” He says through pursed lips.

“They do the best they can.” I defend.

“They can still do better.”

“I know.” I look away from him.

“ You deserve better.”

Again, I can’t accept something positive about myself, at least not verbally. I’ve been working on it, but verbal agreement still remains a struggle.

“Takara came to me for nightmare comfort last night.” I change the subject.

“Ichi-chan…”

“What do you want me to say, Mirio?” I huff, tears glistening in my eyes. “I know you think I deserve better and I know Tamaki agrees. I know you both would rather I just make an appointment with Hound Dog or bring it to a staff member’s attention, but I can’t. I don’t want…”

“You’re scared for what’ll happen when you get taken away?”

There it is. I move until my face plants against him. Mirio doesn’t allow it. He knows exactly what I need. He tilts my chin up and claims my lips fiercely, tugging my lip. He pulls back and then kisses me again, harder until my mind is blank. As we both stand there breathless, he rubs his thumbs over my cheeks.

“You don’t ever have to be afraid while I’m here.” He promises. “You don’t have to tell Hound Dog about everything, but I think you’d feel better if you at least brought up how stressed you’ve been. Midterms are coming up and you’ve worked too hard to let your parents mess that up for you. And I don’t care if you believe this, but I’m going to say it again.” He puts his forehead to mine again so I have to look into his sparkling eyes. “You deserve better.”

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and then look up at him again. It could be time for a change, Little One. He speaks the truth. You deserve a better life than constant fear.

“Have I ever told you just how stubborn you are?” I pout.

“If you have, my ears were phased and I must have missed it.” He chuckles, kissing my forehead. “But I’ve definitely been told that my whole life a time or two.”

I roll my eyes but grin. “Don’t ever change, Mi-kun.”

“Sounds like a recipe for dirty clothes.”

That earns him a jab in the ribs just as the bell rings to start the day.

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Cabin Fever, Part One

Yandere Prompt #3: I know they’re uncomfortable, but bare with it for a while. Please?

Requested by no one. I just wanted to write this myself. 

Mirio Togata x Fem!Reader x Tamaki Amajiki

I was originally going to do this as a one-shot, but then my imagination got the better of me and it started to get too long. I don’t want to make you read through a mile of text before you get to the NSFW content, so I’ll write a second part featuring that. There’s some saucy stuff at the end with implications of dub con/non con, but the heavier stuff will come in the second part. 

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Part Two

Your eyelids cracked open. You awoke in the back of a car, arms pinned behind your back. City lights all disappeared in favor of giants made of pine lit by moonlight and a huge scattering of stars. A thick woolen blanket was wrapped around you and an actual pillow was placed under your head. With the way you were positioned, you couldn’t see the driver except for the back of his seat. Despite the warmth of the blanket, your feet were cold. That was likely due to the fact that your kidnapper took off your shoes and left your feet bare. 

Shuffling around in the backseat, you tried to squirm. You wanted to move your arms and pull the blanket off you, but you couldn’t. The blanket muffled a dull metal sound. As your senses slowly came back to you, you felt cold metal snapped around your wrists. 

Panic set in quickly. You tried to sit up, however you were so wrapped up in the blanket that you couldn’t move. Like a human burrito. It might have been endearing if you weren’t stuck in the back of a car with your wrists handcuffed behind your back. You craned your neck this way and that to make out even the barest of glances at your captor to no avail. He was quite throughly protected by his large driver’s seat or being very lean and sneaky himself. 

“Where are we going? Who the hell are you?” 

Your captor made no response. He switched on the radio to tune you out. In your predicament, trying to fight would get you hurt or killed. The best way to survive now was to use your brains. Trapped as you were, you could take this time to come up with something. But first, you had to remember how you managed to get into this in the first place. You laid back down, half-listening to whatever happened to be on the radio, and racked your brain. The last thing you recalled was stepping into a parking garage. There was someone with you...who was it? 

You couldn’t move your head high enough to even check the time on the dash. It must have been a while because you found yourself falling asleep again. You didn’t wake up until the vehicle came to stop. You only noticed because the trees stopped zooming past you and the radio turned off. The driver side door closing loudly startled you awake. Your blood was pumping. Your first instinct was to start kicking when your captor came to get you, but that would have only worked if he approached the other side. The door closest to your head was pulled open. A bright light stood overhead, blinding you. It didn’t help the fact that your captor wore a dark hood to prevent you from getting a good look at him. 

With ease and the strength of ten men, you remained in your fuzzy woolen burrito as you were pulled out of the backseat. He heaved you unto his shoulder like a potato sack. You didn’t see much in the dark, however when you looked, your heart sank. Trees, even in the night, were all you could see. Looking up, the number of stars made you believe that you were far from the nearest town. There were too many of them in the sky for you to think you could hitch a ride somewhere and get a hold of the police. You were miles and miles away from civilization. 

Gravel crunched underneath your captor’s feet as he hiked up a little hill. It gave way to carved stone path. It wound its way to a set of wooden stairs. It took those without ever losing his breath while carrying you. Keys jingled. He unlocked a door, which he swung open. 

Cool night air gave way to stifling warmth. You watched as woodwork and rugs greeted you as your head helplessly dangled against his back. You could hear a crackling fire place. Somewhere in the house, someone was making dinner. You smelt the cooking of beef, spices, and bread overwhelm the air. You wriggled while still on top of your captor’s shoulder. He turned into what looked like a living room where he settled you on the couch. At last, he began to peel off the blanket that was slowly cooking you alive now that you were in such a warm room heated by an actual fire. 

“Tamaki, is that you?” Footsteps. 

Wait. You knew that voice. But more importantly...

You whipped your head behind you. Sure enough, Tamaki was there. He didn’t have the guts to turn away for shame or guilt. There was a bright red color to his cheeks, but he almost looked pleased with himself. You opened your mouth to speak but was cut short by the other person entering the room.

“I wasn’t expecting...what is y/n doing here?” Mirio stood there, dumbfounded. He looked like he was in the middle of making the dinner that smelled so lovely. The image was complete with the dish rag thrown over his shoulder and the smear on his cheek. 

“I-I’m sorry, Mirio. I couldn’t...I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t wait,” answered Tamaki. 

It came back to you. You had been walking to your car, alone at night. But the parking garage never had security issues nor would you be a target. Plus, a pro-hero agency was across the street. Blood drained from your face. The agency belonged to Mirio and Tamaki. 

Mirio’s shifted between you and Tamaki. His face was drawn in what looked like disappointment. For a moment, you thought that you were about to see a fall out between friends because Tamaki had taken a joke too far or had gone off the deep end. You expected for Mirio to start a fight and take you to safety, but then he opened his mouth again. 

“It was too soon to bring her here. I told you we needed more time. Now, her co-workers will think something terrible happened to her. Tamaki, what were you thinking?” 

Too soon? More time? Just when you thought that you were saved, Mirio dashed your hope like fragile glass. He still looked disappointed but not because he friend did something highly immoral and illegal. You shuddered to think what they planned out if Tamaki had followed along with it instead of grabbing you prematurely. Mirio walked to the couch and knelt in front of you. The contrast of a man plotting to kidnap you and the image on his knees before you was almost too much for your mind to take. 

"This wasn't quite what I imagined, Y/N, but..." Mirio rubbed circles in your knees. "We'll just have to make the best of it, won't we?"

You shrank out of his reach and pulled your legs up to your chest. You stared in shock at him, one of the top heroes. He graduated near the top of his class how could he consider kidnapping a choice he could make.

"You have to let me go. I won't say anything and we'll forget all about this, but you have to let me go. Now."

Mirio shook his head. "If we did that, you'd move far away and that would be too painful. That is if you don't lie and sneak off to the police. Or Deku. You'd tell him the moment you got the chance."

Your blood ran cold. 

Mirio stood up. His smile no longer any kind of warmth or kindness for you. He turned to head back to the kitchen. 

“I better get back to cooking. I’ll have to make another portion on the spot. I wasn’t expecting more than two plates,” said Mirio. 

That left you alone with Tamaki. Unfortunately, he wasn’t talking to you. He wedged himself into the corner furthest away from you and stuck his head against the wall. This behavior of his would normally invoke pity in you. You hated to see him like that, so afraid to look another person in the face. You couldn’t feel such a way now, not with your hands handcuffed behind your back. Mirio didn’t return for a while to announce dinner. Only when you were at the dinner table did Tamaki gingerly uncuff one of your hands. He released your dominant hand so you could eat but cuffed the other end to the dining room chair’s arm. You pouted at the instrument of your imprisonment. 

“I promise we’ll explain later,” said Mirio. 

You almost didn’t want to eat. You could have thrown the plate in front of you across the table, then thought better of it. Two strong pro-heroes and you didn’t even a good quirk to beat them back. You didn’t have a quirk at all. You were a lamb in a lion’s den. Choosing the path of least resistance, you ate quietly. Tamaki reached over to the hand he cuffed to the chair. He was shaking and couldn’t be brave enough to look at your face. You felt his sweaty, clammy palm hold your hand in his shaky grip. All you could do was play along for now.

The minutes ticked by and slowly, so slowly, turned into hours. Immediately after dinner, Mirio and Tamaki were preparing to go to bed. You were still handcuffed to the dining room chair. You watched them tidy up and wash the dishes as if you weren't trapped in their house in the middle of the woods. But the time eventually came when Mirio uncuffed you and rubbed your wrists. He was smiling so genuinely, but it didn't escape your notice that he put the handcuffs in his back pocket.

Mirio gently took your hand guided you to the bedroom. He went to the dresser and pulled out a large flannel shirt.

Handing it to you, Mirio said, "I'll be right back. You can change in here. I promise I won't peak."

He turned, exited, and closed the door. You looked down at the shirt in your hands. You didn’t trust him, not with that quirk of his. To think once upon a time you were ecstatic that he was able to get his quirk back. Now, it only reminded you that he could take a peek if he really wanted to and might not even notice until it was too late. But you were shivering in your thin shirt and jeans. You ditched your clothes and put on the flannel shirt that reached to the top of your thigh. A few minutes later the bedroom door swung open again. Tamaki and Mirio had both changed as well. Tamaki wore a matching set of blue flannel pajamas while Mirio opted for dark gray sweatpants and no shirt. 

Mirio was behind you in a second pulling your wrists together behind your back. You struggled for a minute before the cuffs were snapped right back on. He rubbed your arms as he guided you to the large bed big enough for a six-person orgy. Before you knew it, you were nestled between Tamaki against your back and Mirio pressed against your front. Mirio was the one who kept his arms around you while Tamaki buried his face in you shoulder. None of this stopped you from wriggling around and trying to snap the handcuffs. 

“I-I know they’re uncomfortable,” Tamaki murmured against your skin. “J-just, just bare with it for a while. Please?” 

That didn’t stop you from wriggling around. You brushed against Tamaki’s crotch, making him hiss. Then, something hard pushed against your lower back. Mirio’s hand snaked its way to the back of your head where his fingers gently coiled in your hair. He titled your head up to make you look him in the eyes. Your struggles ceased. 

“Tamaki, I think we should do something to help Y/N simmer down and go to sleep. She won’t be wriggling around so much if she releases some of that pent up energy.” 

“D-Do you think so?” Asked Tamaki. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to try!” Mirio kissed you on the mouth, tongue brushing your lips before forcing its way past them. 

[bloody-peach]

BNHA Neutral AU: Book 1 - A Finger in Every Pie: Epilogue

WARNINGS: Nothing dark, just vanilla sex with this sunshine boy. If that ain’t your thing, feel free to skim through. Otherwise, enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32168758/chapters/84630475

[intheticklecloset]

When Mirio Lost His Smile (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Sir Nighteye, I must admit, is among my least favorite MHA characters, but I hope that despite my personal bias I was able to portray his and Mirio’s relationship accurately. Also, this fic takes place when Mirio is first starting out at the agency, so we’re going back in time a bit for this one. Enjoy!

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“Mirio Togata, you’ve disappointed me.” Sir Nighteye’s voice was as serious as ever, his gaze piercing as his young student stood before him, trapped in his machine. He never thought he’d have to use it on Mirio – the boy was energetic and happy and almost always seemed to be smiling. Yet here they were.

“S-Sir?” The blonde sounded nervous, glancing at his cuffed wrists. “What is this thing?”

“It will not hurt you.” Nighteye fished a remote from his pocket and pressed a button. The machine whirred to life. “But it will serve as a form of punishment.”

“What have I done?” Mirio asked, turning his eyes back to his mentor. “Please, Sir Nighteye, tell me what I did wrong.”

“You are aware of how much value I place in humor and a good attitude, don’t you, Mirio?”

“Yes, Sir.” That’s when the first of the feathers appeared on either side of him, beginning their gradual, tickly journey up and down his exposed torso. Surprised, Mirio let out a yelp, followed by a grin and slight giggle. “H-Hey! Sir, whahahat is this thihing?”

“I’ve never once had reason to punish you. You are intelligent, capable, and always ready to take on the next challenge I give you. In addition, you’re always in a good mood. Your energy helps boost morale in my agency.”

“Sihihihihir!” Mirio was giggling steadily at this point, as the first set of feathers had picked up their pace and a second set was now focusing under his arms. He clenched his fists. “Whahahahahat are you dohohohohoing?”

“But today,” continued Nighteye, as though this situation were entirely normal, “you came into the office with an obviously unhappy attitude, and though you’ve remained diligent in your work, your lack of a smile has been quite noticeable.”

“Is thahahahahahat why you’re t-tihihihihihickling me?” Mirio sputtered. He was already flustered enough being tickled at all, but in front of his mentor for whom he had so much respect when said mentor was just watching him with that serious expression? “To mahahahahake me smile agahahain?”

“Partially, yes.” Sir Nighteye adjusted his glasses. “But also, I intend to figure out what it is that has made you so sour today.”

“Yohohohohohou cohohohould have just asked!” Mirio protested.

“And you could have gotten out of this already with your quirk, but here we are.” Nighteye stared hard at him. “Out with it, Mirio.”

Well, jeez, way to call me out, Mirio thought, blushing for the first time. He averted his gaze; he couldn’t stand to see his boss just watch him like this anymore. “I’m juhuhuhuhust stressed is ahahall.”

“Because?”

“Behehehecause of the prohohohovisional license exahahahaham.” Mirio squirmed, still giggling. The feathers’ pace hadn’t changed, but the longer they tickled, the more ticklish he felt. “I wahahahant to pahahahass it so bahahahad, S-Sir.”

“You doubt you can do it?” Nighteye quirked a brow at him.

“I knohohohohohow I can dohoho it. I juhuhuhuhust wahahant to do it the fihihihirst time. I dohohon’t want to hahahave to retake it.”

“I see.” Nighteye pulled the remote from his pocket, and for a moment Mirio thought he was about to let him go. But then the feathers began spinning faster, and a third set joined the first two – these ones lower on his body, near his knees.

Mirio jolted, his giggles rising in pitch. “Sihihihihihihihihir! I t-tohohohohohold you whahat’s wrong; why ahahahahare you s-stihihihihihill tihihickling me?”

“Why haven’t you used your quirk to escape it yet?”

Mirio could feel how hard he was blushing. “I-I dohohohohohon’t know! B-Behehecause…”

“Because you need it, don’t you?” And for the first time since this started, Nighteye offered a small smile. “You’re going to be a great hero one day, Mirio Togata. Don’t let your stress get the better of you. Always remember to smile, no matter what. If people see that you’re bothered, that’s not going to make them feel very safe if you’re the one sent in to rescue them, now is it?”

“Y-Yehehehehes, Sir!” Mirio replied out of habit more than anything.

Nighteye turned and started back toward his desk, leaving Mirio trapped in the machine, still being tickled gently but steadily, still giggling brightly. “Besides, you’ll pass the exam with flying colors. I don’t doubt you. You shouldn’t either.” He sat back down in his chair and returned to work as though nothing at all was happening in that one corner of the room. “Take all the time you need. You may return to your duties whenever you think you can smile on your own again.”

Too flustered by what was happening to him in front of the man he respected so much, Mirio used his permeation to escape the machine immediately after being given permission. He then hurriedly hid behind it to put his clothes back on. When he walked back to his own place in the office, Nighteye gave him another raised brow but said nothing.

Mirio beamed at him in response.

“Good.” Nighteye nodded approvingly, then refocused on what he’d been doing.

Mirio, for his part, found that he couldn’t stop smiling after that. He smiled through the rest of the afternoon, out the door that evening after dismissal, and even on the walk back home.

Thanks, Sir Nighteye, Mirio thought, constantly and pleasantly surprised by how good his mentor was at his job. I guess I really did need it after all.