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Part to to MHA boys crying????? 🥺

*this gif does not belong to me nor did i make it

a/n your wish is my command also imma use this one to finish class 1a but if you want any of the villains, teachers or any other fandoms etc just send in an ask, also i think imma do like an organiser page with my masterlist etc :)

also spoilers in aoyama’s one about the forest training camp

characters: denki, shouji, sero, ojiro, aoyama and satou

warnings: angst

denki - the frustrated cry

poor denki would be sad because he feels useless like he can’t even use his quirk for long until he becomes useless. he would just be sat there on his bed crying into his pillow to muffle out his sobs because he’s supposed to be the happy, lighthearted one :)

shouji - the cry of insecurity

he just feels weird. and ever since he scared that little girl, he just kind of hated his face and would sometimes feel that he shouldn’t be a hero if he looked like that or if someone would love him? i genuinly think he struggles to take off the mask when he’s alone and just sits facing the mirror poking at his face while gentle tears roll down his cheeks :(

sero - the tired cry

he’s just tired :/ yknow when you just feel so drained and before you know it tears are just rolling down your face and you don’t have the effort to wipe them away. i think sometimes he gets annoyed of his quirk like it’s nothing flashly or cool like bakugou’s explosions or denki’s electrical currents it’s just tape :/

ojiro - the spiraling cry

i can’t remember which episode it was but i remember someone saying he can’t really be a hero since he has a tail and i think ojiro gets quite upset about that. like what happens if he can’t be a hero? then he’s spiralling down a horrible pit like what’s his back up plans, do other people think this, is he wasting his time???

aoyama - the just sad cry

he’s said before that he feels lonely and no one relates to him :( i think he overcompensates for this by being so dazzily all the time but when he’s on his own he’s just sad. like in the forest training camp he was on his own during the attack and it seemed like no one cared that he was gone. like he just wants a friend...

satou - the quite sob

i think he just sits in a little ball with his knees tucked into his chest and cries for no apparent reason which is fine!! or sometimes he’d get frustrated baking ( i do a lot) and just slumps onto the counter and has a little sob.

i hoped you like these as some of the characters there isn’t much known about them so i tried my best!!

[makethiscanon]

Quarantine isn’t All Bad [Ojiro x Fem!Reader]

Word Count: 1,467

Rating: Teen+

Tags: Adorable Domestic Fluff, Comfort, Quarantine

Warnings: None

Ojiro Day approaches, so as promised here’s some more OjiroxReader (with plenty more to come)

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You woke one morning in the folds of Ojiro’s bed, feeling warm and cosy, if not a little achy between the legs from the night before. Quarantine had many downsides, but the amount of time you had with your lover was not one of them.

You rolled over and saw him sleeping peacefully on his side, his tail hanging haphazardly out of the bed in the only way that let him sleep comfortably.

This made you chuckle. Then you slipped out of bed wearing his oversized, woolly jumper and a pair of panties barely covering your modesty. You rolled your arms into the air, groaning as you stretched. His jumper climbed up your body, revealing an inch or two of your waist.

You caught sight of yourself in the mirror then stretched your arms higher, looking closely at your stomach. It didn’t look so bad when you stretched up like that; the dimples and softness of your midsection turned taut. You could almost pretend you trained as hard as Ojiro.

But with an exasperated puff of air from holding your stomach in, you lowered your arms and let his jumper fall back into place. Destined for a six-pack, you were not.

Then again, it didn’t matter all that much. Maybe once upon a time, but Ojiro had spent a long time battling your self-confidence, or lack thereof. He told you nearly every single day that he loved your body and that it was nothing to be ashamed of. Indeed, one of his favourite things to do was curl up around your stomach, peppering it with lazy kisses while you lay on the couch or bed reading stories on your phone.

You looked back at his sleeping form and smiled, feeling a swell of warmth in your chest. Quarantine would have been a lot harder to deal with, if not for him. His optimism and kindness held untold power in such an uncertain time, and you were lucky he had asked you to move in with him when lockdown was announced.

Wanting to give him as long as he needed to sleep, knowing fine well it was tiring dealing with your needy, moody ass every day, you quietly kneeled on the foot of the bed, positioning yourself in front of the full-length mirror. You felt particularly cute this morning, wearing his soft, woolly jumper, and wondered if Ojiro would think the same if he saw you.

With tentative fingers, you pulled the jumper up to your ribcage, then just a little higher so it exposed the underside of your breasts. Holding it there with one hand, you traced down your stomach with the other, stopping just below your bellybutton on the pouch of fat that had once driven you to detest yourself. You couldn’t say you liked it now, but Ojiro’s encouragement had surely made you care less.

You kneeled up, gently stretching your body so you could observe the dip of your waist and the curve of your hips, trying to understand Ojiro’s fascination with your naked form. Perhaps you would never truly grasp his insistence that you were beautiful, but first thing in the morning before the bloat, and after many days on his healthy quarantine meal-plans, you could start to see what he meant.

Ojiro’s tail snaked across your naked stomach. You yelped in surprise, then groaned happily when he curled it upwards so the thick bristles tickled the underside of your breasts. You dropped the jumper over his tail.

“You’re up.” You said, half-heartedly pushing his extra limb away from such a sensitive area. The bed creaked as he sat up on his elbows, watching you struggling with his tail in the mirror.

“Good morning.” His voice was groggy, but there was definitely a tinge of amusement to it. He slipped his tail through your hands, lifting the jumper until it exposed most of your stomach to him. “That’s a nice sight to wake up to.”

He looked at you through the mirror with such adoration that it made your knees want to buckle.

“Mashi.” You whined playfully, pressing yourself against his tail so he couldn’t look at your exposed body in the reflection. He chuckled and pushed you backwards towards him, sitting up so he could wrap his arms around your waist when you were close enough. He smoothed the jumper back into place then eased you down onto the bed until your head was on the pillow. Then his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your clothes to play with your bellybutton as he pressed a warm kiss to your forehead.

“You’re utterly adorable. Did you know that?” His eyes brimmed with such affection for you that it was hard to believe he had just been asleep. You smiled and laced your arms around his neck, pulling him close so you could kiss him on the mouth. You squirmed as he started to tickle you.

“Ma-Mashi, that tickles.”

“Exactly.” He said, grinning against your mouth as his tail thumped happily against the bed. He loved mornings like these. There was no worrying about diseases or villains or being trapped in lockdown. Just your childish laughter as he assaulted you with affection while the sun trickled in through the cracks in the curtains and you lay in the warmth of his bed.

Ojiro did not relent until you were gasping for breath, unable to laugh while you were on the cusp of passing out, tapping the bed to say you were done. So, he stilled. But his hands stayed nestled under the fabric of your jumper, drawing slow circles over your skin.

“So, what were you doing?” He asked once you were more relaxed, shuffling down the bed so he could rest his head on your shoulder. He hummed as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Checking myself out.”

“Checking yourself out.” He repeated with a low chuckle. “Just fancied it?”

“Just wondered if you’d think I look cute in your clothes.”

There was nothing you loved more than talking so candidly about matters that should make you embarrassed with Ojiro when you knew he would never put you down for them.

“I definitely do think you’re cute in them.”

“Even if I pull it up like this?” You asked coyly, then dragged the jumper up until it exposed the underside of your chest, laying your whole lower half bare to him but for a small pair of panties. Ojiro flared his nostrils as he sat up, fascinated by your sudden display of skin.

“Especially if you pull it up.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off you. You laughed at his expression, then sighed delightedly as he brushed his hands over the contours of your body, repositioning himself so that you were caged beneath him. He nudged your legs apart with a knee, ghosting his hands up your stomach until they grazed the very undersides of your chest.

You sighed again, blissfully closing your eyes to focus on Ojiro’s touch and the cosy feeling of the bedding beneath you. He held your jumper in place then leaned down and dragged his tongue lazily along your stomach. You tried to squeeze your legs together as a warm tingle woke your core, but Ojiro’s leg stayed in place. You groaned pleadingly so he nudged his knee higher to give you the friction you wanted. You hummed and tangled your hands in the back of his hair, urging him on, but he smiled and placed a single chaste kiss against your breast then rose to meet your lips.

“You’re beautiful.” He cooed, his voice low and tempting. You put a light pressure on the back of his neck, trying to coax him into a morning of illicit activities with a passionate kiss, but just as he gave in to your pull and kissed you, he grabbed your waist on both sides and squeezed, sending you into a fit of squeals and giggles.

“N-no. Mashi. Mashi—Mashi, stop. Stop. Ahh. Please. Please, please, I give in.”

He released you with one final, tender squeeze, then pulled your jumper down and kissed you on the nose.

“Up, changed, showered, breakfast, you can help me train for a while and then we can do whatever you want.”

You liked the way he stressed the ‘whatever’ part.

Ojiro was your rock in such an uncertain time. He kept you on schedule, giving you purpose each day while the world around you came to a standstill.

Even if that meant skipping out on great morning sex.

“Alright,” you agreed with a sigh of defeat. Ojiro cocked an eyebrow as a sly grin graced your lips. “Alright. But we better be back in bed by noon because I’m not done with you.”

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