#regular shouto move over

[andypantsx3]

you walk in to this sitting on ur couch, wdyd?

I have never been in love like this before in my entire life oh my god.

[dira333]

Congrats on finishing Passing Peonies! As you could probably tell from my tags, I'm completely enthralled with it!

I was wondering if you'd considered what Shigaraki would be doing post war? This isn't necessarily a request for the follower milestone (though I do plan on sending in a request or two after I've gathered my thoughts). I was just curious if you'd had any plans regarding him in that universe.

Thank you for asking! I do know what Shigaraki is doing in the Passing Peonies world but I didn't want to convolute the story with too many people to focus on. So glad that I get to talk about it!

Deku managed to defeat All for One and Shigaraki by doing what he does best - get through to Shigaraki and convince him of the power of Friendship. Without Deku's example, Shouto might not have been so successful with Touya.

Not everyone from the League of Villains wanted to change, because not all of them wanted to be heard and understood in the first place.

The Public demanded harsh punishments but Allmight, coupled with Deku "the world-saver" and his friends, demanded a change in the system. Touya, Toga, Shigaraki, Spinner, Kurogiri... They were taken in for physical and psychological therapy. But, and that was important... They were not allowed to meet each other at first. They could ask questions about each other if they wanted to, but people were afraid that it would pull them down and hinder their healing if they were confronted with people from their past.

That did not work as well as they thought they would. Kurogiri almost broke out of the hospital he was in because no one would tell him where Shigaraki was held and if he was still alive.

Toga's mental health improved significantly once she had regular contact with Touya and Spinner was moved to the same hospital as Kurogiri and Shigaraki in an attempt to benefit Shigaraki's recovery.

Touya is the first to actually enter the rehabilitation program of all the villains, because he has the biggest support system: his whole family, plus Hawks.

Toga is second, because she has Touya to rely on, as well as Ochako who never misses their weekly trips to get coffee or try on cute clothes.

Kurogiri could have been the first but he will not leave Shigaraki's side. Him, Spinner and Shigaraki are living in a remodeled three bedroom apartment in a hospital wing.

Spinner is retaking highschool classes and is thinking about working for a mechanic as soon as he's allowed to start rehabilitation - his therapist is still a bit concerned with his obsession with Stain.

Kurogiri has weekly cooking classes with Present Mic and Aizawa which are doing nothing for his memory but they have gotten close.

And finally, we have Shigaraki.

After two years in therapy - at the end of Passing Peonies - he's doing a lot better. He wears gloves all of the time even though he's wearing quirk cancelling anklets and there are days where Kurogiri has to hang blankets over all the mirrors because Shigaraki doesn't want to see himself but he's doing better.

Kurogiri has taught him how to cook and he's making a fantastic fried rice with egg on top whenever Deku comes over (about once a week). Allmight visits him daily - he's at the hospital anyway, so why not? - and some days they spend by reading books together or Shigaraki explaining Memes to Allmight who has to peer at his phone through reading glasses like the old man he is.

Maybe in a year or so he might be able to start the rehabilitation process himself but he's not thinking about that now. He's just trying to get better, one day after the other, and not think too much about the future ahead.

[morgana0203]

We're all crying

a/n: hello dears! this is something i've been wanting to write for a long time now but never felt the courage to post. this piece is a little bit of a summary of the novel i have been writing. to make it the most enjoyable, i decided to write this as a reader-insert. i also want to apologize if the characters seem ooc. i haven't role-played for years and i have no confidence in my writing.

i hope you do enjoy this piece however. i really don't feel confident, please forgive me if it sucks. ;_; xo

pairing(s): touya todoroki x sibling!reader, implied!hawks x reader t/w: implied!incest, child abuse, neglect, death(?)

There was fire. A vortex of flames amidst the destruction that consumed anything and everything. 

In the heat haze, your gaze was directed ahead, lost. Even you couldn’t grasp the reality of the situation. Your mother held you in her arms as you stared with lifeless eyes. The lights in them have faded, and everything around you was muffled. You couldn’t understand a thing that the others were yelling about. They all sounded like crying. Yelling. A clash of red and blue hues, dancing beautifully before you. Without hearing anything, there was no urge to feel nervous. You lacked the ability to feel anything.

“You are so cool brother Touya!”

“Right? Wait until dad sees me!” Is that… brother Touya? 

“[Y/N] still doesn’t have one– mom why is she like that?”

“She is alright, Fuyumi. Some need longer than others,”

"Mom!! She’s biting me!!  Touya, do something!!”

Your mother would smile at your middle siblings, never trying to make you feel less than, or to make you feel abnormal.

Whenever your siblings would ask why you were “so weird”, Touya would always glare at them as if trying to hold something back. Sometimes, he would even start fights with them over you. Because you had difficulties developing any talent, you were an easy target for your father’s ignorance and hurtful remarks. Remarks, telling you were a waste, a useless spare. Perhaps that was the reason why Touya took it upon himself to protect you. You were second in line of your siblings, and thus being closer to your brother than the rest. But you would always stay the remaining. The unusable. And that role was just fine for you, next to Touya. Perhaps his love for you came from a place of you being “dependent” on him. When it was just the two of you, he shone the brightest in comparison to you.  And that gave him the feeling of responsibility, which fed his ego at exceeding. 

While you fuelled his desire in becoming stronger, you also brought him closer to his destruction. He claimed it was for the both of you, since he had to make up for your lack thereof, but you were just a child. 

You two were inseparable from the start. If Touya was to be eradicated, so would you. If Touya was banished, you would follow. And if your father were to forsake you, so would Touya do the same to your entire family. If it was for him, he would have always wanted to be by your side.

“Big brother…”

Your voice sounded quiet, hoarse. Your skin was burning. The many cuts and scratches mixed with the sweat that formed from the heat and the dirt, through which you were shoved in the quarrel. Weak both physically and mentally, you helplessly lay in the arms of your mother who was silently crying at whatever was unfolding in front of you all. Since your vision was but a blur, you could not grasp the seriousness of it.

 

You barely knew these people that surrounded you, and you felt like they had dragged you into their problems. 

You grew up with your father, and had moved to Hosu city two years ago where you helped him run a family bistro. During the first months of being opened, Shouto and his class paid a visit to the establishment and has been a regular ever since. It was due to his recent visits and getting close to you that your father felt urged to somehow make you reconsider your friendship with the boy. Denying that there was anything wrong with you two getting along, a fight was inevitable. 

The friction began to spread once it had planted its roots and what has felt like a family only had the bitter aftertaste of estrangement. Suddenly things made sense. The stiff way he would talk to you, or how he at times seemed “inattentive” was all due to his own shortcomings when it came to raising a child. Nevertheless he was always supportive, but never forceful. Eventually the time had come for you and him to go separate ways, leaving the bistro to you, and moving back to the countryside. You left things off on neutral terms, as strangers. 

While Shouto knew of the death of his oldest brother, it was a scrap of photograph that he found in the living room peeking out from a cupboard, that made him ask about his oldest sister. At first he thought it was Fuyumi before her hair had gotten those red highlights, but…  when Shouto mentioned the picture to his siblings, Natsuo couldn’t contain his impulse.

“You honestly think that one of them burned to death while the other one who he wanted gone just conveniently drowned?”

It wasn’t a topic anyone would discuss at all. Shouto did recall indeed. When he took a look into what once was Touya’s room, he saw the picture. 

It was of you and Touya. 

Always. 

“They are like twins…” 

Natsuo remarked in annoyance as he watched Touya hype you up. You two looked really alike. The eyes, the hair… and you both wanted to work hard to earn acknowledgement. As a child you always showed a fascination for theater. Singing, dancing and acting. It was one of the closest things to what you’d excel at. 

Enji would never look at you though. He would never come to any of your plays in kindergarten or elementary school. Perhaps it was easier for you to deal with the hatred of your father because of Touya, but it was never easy. If your tears flowed because of him, Touya would always get angry and try to persuade him by winning his acknowledgment. If he had shown your father that he was his best creation, maybe he would accept you as well, but…

A harsh grunt left Endeavor as his heel dug into the earth beneath him. He had to steady himself against Touya’s attacks without hurting his son. Worried was his expression as he looked back at you for a moment. Your muscles tensed as you wanted to lean away from your mother, but you had already lost quite an amount of blood. It must have been internal bleeding. 

Your vision cleared just enough to recognise his blue eyes and crimson hair. Just like that time he first came into the bistro.

“Welcome,” you sheepishly grinned at the man. Your smile was exactly like Touya’s. He tried to hide his gaze with a baseball hat, but given how he was over towering you, you could easily see up from below. He seemed very nervous, apologetic and awkward all at the same time. 

He tried to make small talk about the shop, the frequency of customers and… you. For some reason even you had become nervous, not being able to know why. 

The first time he ever visited you, he came with an envelope. He wouldn’t even know how to talk to you. As if because of a premonition however, you dreaded opening the letter for weeks. When the time did come, you found a handy sum of money. 

Enji had been bringing it each month to your guardian, and every time he welcomed a torrent of insults as a result. You were living by yourself now, so the recipient had become you. Even though you were very grateful and embarrassed to receive the financial aid, you never asked who he was and he never brought it up. He would always look ashamed and timid when staring down at you, and you tried your best to not stammer too much in order to make the situation easier for him. 

Shouto had tried to get you to meet Rei at the hospital, but you ended up turning back right at the door every single time telling him that you just couldn’t do it. You felt no need to get to know her and your other siblings. The thought of all the awkwardness put you off, and you struggled with it for a long time. Eventually you did come around (the awkwardness in-tact) and convinced yourself to at least put some effort into seeing your mother. From what Rei told Shouto, you had died along with Touya. She would cry relentlessly, expressing her guilt of not being able to do more for you. Although she was already in the hospital by that time, she thought she had betrayed you and Touya for not doing more.

Even though you “drowned”, there was never a body seen. 

To have the world know of a child of his to be Quirkless was a taint on his image he could never remove. It was unimaginable. He despised you. You were another obstacle in his goal to becoming the Number One. 

The opportunity came as a godsend when you fell from Sekoto Peak. 

To finally rid himself of this stain. 

When you came to at the hospital, you saw Enji standing at the edge of your bed, a doctor next to him. “You don’t recognize her, sir? You brought her here from… ‘Sekoto Peak’?”

“Yes.”

“You found her after the forest fire, surely there is a conjunction. I need to let the authorities know.”

“I only ever had a son. And he died in the fire.”

Enji replied, leaving there no room for discussion with the doctor. Since by that time he had some influence, it would be no difficulty at making arrangements to keep quiet over this. 

You could barely move due to the head trauma you have sustained, but hearing the death of your brother, your “twin”, you felt an immense weight crush you. There was nothing you could say to the harsh truth that came from your father’s mouth. When the doctor asked you to confirm if you knew Enji, all you could do was shake your head. Shock, disbelief and denial was written on your face. You could only look at your father, horrified.

You always knew. You never had amnesia. 

You just pretended

not to know

always looking

away

Rei handed you over to Fuyumi and Natsuo, reaching out to your brother in order to desperately cool him down. Her Ice Quirk was useless, no matter how she tried. All of them were calling out to Touya. Shouto. Dad. Mom. Fuyumi. Natsuo. Nothing could reach Touya.

You have given up on this family since Sekoto Peak. You failed to be able to establish a connection to them. You weren’t interested. You felt nothing for them. Or perhaps, that was just your stubbornness, your way of avoiding to deal with all the emotional effort you’d need to put in, if you were to become a part of the family again.

It was easier not to deal with things, than try to fight the inevitable. 

But they were still trying to save Touya. 

It was Touya.

If not being able to do it for Shouto’s sake… then you might become able to want to contribute in building the family up again for Touya.

But would he even hear your voice if you’d call out to him? Would it even make a difference…? After all, he was your most treasured—

“We’re going to stop Touya together.” The moment your mother declared it in your father’s hospital room, you looked at her in shock. You stood a few feet away from your family, but the drift felt bigger than ever. The only way to end something like this was through death. Touya would either be imprisoned or would die trying to destroy your father. Anyone knew this, however you couldn’t. You just couldn’t.

“I’m not going. You’ll kill him..."

You sounded upset, rightfully so. You didn’t know what it implied to “stop Touya”, but all the flags pointed into one direction, and if you were to lose him for sure this time, horrible as it sounds, your life would become meaningless just like after Sekoto Peak.

“[Y/N]—”

“Don’t call me that,” you reacted violently at your birth name when your mother tried to calm you. Your tone was low and definitely off-putting, but never actively aggressive.

You realized that the wounds still ran deep, and you couldn’t yet forgive any of them. When Natsuo tried to intervene, you laid him flat with words.

“Don’t try to act like we’re family. None of you ever did anything for him. You made him become like this, and now you want to kill him? You all are insane.”

“You aren’t listening, we never said that was our only option [Y/N]!”

Natsuo yelled back, making you clench your jaw and watch him with wide eyes. You were furious and hesitant if you should slap him across the face.  He didn’t know of it, but you heard Touya cry many nights to Natsuo and equally you also didn't know of how many times Natsuo fought for Touya's memory during your time away. None of you knew how the other felt about anything, and this divide came naturally from being separated.

Even if you were children, the childhood you all had to endure would have shown you to behave differently and try to support each other though, that is what you believed. That was the judgement you held over your two middle siblings. It was a very one-sided way of seeing everything, and you only realized this once you had calmed down.

“I’m not going...”

You spoke with a trembling voice and turned your gaze away from them, walking out of the room. Keigo tried to reach his hand out to you, but to no avail. He rushed after you, hastily tapping away on his device.

‘[Y/N]... I know you are angry. But it is now the most important to stay calm. If things work out, you all can smile next spring.’

Coming to a halt with tears in your eyes, you turned just a little to look back at him with a heartbroken expression.

‘It must be hell for you. But you need to stand up to him. If anyone, it should be you and your family to be with him.’

And even though the truth hurt, you could not stop from crying in Keigo’s arms. He enveloped you, a small, weak girl, denying the fact that there was no other way.

“Touya-nii, please!! Don’t take them away!! I don’t want to lose anyone else!”

Fuyumi and Natsuo both yelled at Touya, who had been long gone. He kept telling Enji to look at him. And now everyone was.

“Are you sure about this?” Keigo asked one last time before departing. You nodded your head with a confident air. Your expression left no room for doubt. You were going to your brother. “There is something I need to do.” He smiled at you with soft eyes and gently ruffled your hair. You looked at him a bit shy, but soon smiled at him. “Don’t forget that we’re going to the cinema over the weekend," Keigo joked with a wink for a small moment before fixing his gaze. He straightened himself and looked deep into your eyes.

"Come back safely. You're very dear to me." His voice whispered as his hand gently, just barely touched the frame of your face. Your face grew hot and you felt dizzy at the affection he showed you. It was like none other you have ever witnessed. Your eyes closed briefly, taking in everything for one last time. When you opened your eyes, you smiled endearingly for him, wishing for the same. He seemed relieved to you, but dread was written all over him in reality. With a heavy heart, he placed his lips onto your forehead and waved you goodbye before setting off for his own mission. You watched him with the same smile before also taking your step to catch up to Shouto and Enji.

To think that you were hopeful in such a situation without a good ending in sight…

“Put out… your flames… Touya!!”

The sound of your father’s voice had become clear. Your mother was crying, apologizing to him while she tried to keep cooling him off. Enji was prepared to take him high up to the skies in order to not make him kill all of you, but your mother stopped them.

She didn’t want any of you to die.

“Natsu-nii… Fu…yumi-chan…” Touya gurgled his words. It was painful seeing him in this state. He was completely burning up, as if there was nothing of him left. “Da…d… Mo… Mom…?”

He was… still there…

Your lifeless eyes regained their light, and you began to force yourself up. Fuyumi and Natsuo tried to hold you, to keep you from more harm but the fire that lit inside you was burning bright.

Even if your lives were to burn away, run until you turn to ash—

It might be your last chance.

Everyone froze when you stepped forward, as if making way for you to Touya. With your arms extended to him, his flame burned the skin of your left arm. He held onto you with his remaining arm, and while you silently cried due to the pain, what caused you to spill tears was when he called out to you.

“[Y/…N]?”

You started to cry. His pitiful form told you he would never be the same again. Perhaps this was goodbye... you didn't want to let go of him, but he wouldn't put out his flames. Your heart was broken. Losing him for good would kill you. You came here prepared for that, and yet... you couldn't stop being incredibly sad. He never once cried in front of you. He held it in for you. You apologized to him in your heart for not being able to do the same for him. Even now, you were crying.

“Yes… I came to get you, Touya-nii… let’s go home. Everyone is waiting for you... I’ll be with you… Touya…” “Don’t… cry…”

Hearing him speak to you like he always did when you were sad, you broke out in tears. You gave him a heartfelt nod, tears spilling from your eyes. You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, before the flames engulfed you both, turning the blue into white.

In this white world where time has stopped, you awoke, a warm breeze blowing past you. The wind fluttered your hair against your cheeks. Your eyes softly gazed ahead, seeing Touya and your family. He was so happy. He finally was acknowledged by everyone. Everyone was looking at him. His endurance has paid off. Oh how happy you were for him... standing here, next to him, felt like all the bad had disappeared. He was grinning at your father, his eyes closed in content.

His eyes opened and he turned to look to you, his grin wide as always.  You grinned back just the same way. His hand brushed against yours, his fingers tracing your palm until he intertwined with yours. Touya held your hand, a soft blush on his cheeks while he kept smiling bashfully at you. 

The two of you smiled at each other until everything turned white. Slowly but surely "I like you a lot, [Y/N]." "I like you too, Touya-nii!" you two are happy someplace else

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

how to live with yourself

Chapter 2: no dreams (AO3)

Rating: T

Originally Posted on 3/17/2024

Chapter Summary:

a quiet morning in the todoroki household

Fuyumi wakes up with a gasp, sitting bolt upright in bed while trying to catch her breath.

She takes a moment to gather herself before reaching for her glasses over on the nightstand. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes before putting them on and glancing over at the alarm clock that's sitting on her dresser- 3:46 AM, it reads, and she sighs to herself. She's not going to get any more sleep tonight.

She gets out of bed and tiptoes quietly to the kitchen, choosing not to grab her slippers and instead moving barefoot across the house. The floors are clean, so she won't step on anything, but not too clean, so she doesn't have to worry about footprints. The slight winter chill that reaches up from the floor wakes her a little more, banishing the tiny hold the nightmare still has on her mind.

It barely qualified as a nightmare, really, and she's almost embarrassed that it woke her up at all.

It was little more than a memory. The same memory, of course, the same as it always is, because if her nightmares are specific then they'll always be the same kind of specific. There are other kinds of nightmares that she has, of course, because nobody's nightmares are all the same all the time, but these are always the ones that she can point to a particular event and blame it. The others are more vague incidents that happened all the rest of the time.

She takes the electric kettle out of the cabinet and fills it with water. Dad isn't much of a fan of electric kettles, but when Shouto had freaked out about the sound of a regular one just a few days after he'd come home without Mom, they were all replaced within the day. That's how Fuyumi knows he loves them, no matter what her siblings say, because he pays attention and doesn't let things cross a certain line.

Not to say he doesn't let things toe the line, of course. That would just be absurd.

Still, nothing is ever allowed to go beyond what he deems is acceptable. What qualifies as acceptable is still less than clear to Fuyumi, but she does know that his line is much closer to the line of any normal parent than Natsuo would like her to believe. She knows he's not normal, obviously, and Natsuo sometimes seems to forget that she isn't that far in denial, to whatever degree she really is in denial about things. They all have their tinted lenses, and Fuyumi will freely admit that hers are a bit rosier than Natsuo's ever were.

It's probably because home was safer for her after everything happened. Things didn't change so suddenly for Natsuo, and it was a long time before he ever found out why things became so different for her. It was for the best, but she thinks it might have been better in some respects for him to find out right away.

The kettle beeps, and she pours the hot water into a mug with a chamomile tea bag already inside. Just because she's most likely not going to get back to sleep doesn't mean she can't try.

The nightmare was stupid. It shouldn't have scared her awake. The memory that lives at its base is one that she's been living with for nearly a decade, now, and it's far from shocking at this point. It still hurts, even after all this time, but only when she thinks about it enough. She's gotten used to pushing it aside when it isn't needed, because she might be a murderer but she still needs to function in daily life. She can't spend every waking moment mourning the life that man could have lived if not for her.

She wishes Touya was here. His loss still hurts too, but differently, because she knew him but she also knows that there's nothing she could have done to change what happened to him. There's nothing that she can point to and say, 'Here's why it's my fault he's dead.' She remembers feeling guilty about vague things, thinking she could've done more for this or that, but that all came to a screeching halt when she directly ended a life.

She wishes he was here so she could talk to him about it. She could talk to Touya about anything, because he was the one person in the house she didn't have to be perfect for. He wouldn't keep ineffectively lying to her about what happened, he wouldn't tell her that it wasn't her fault. On the other hand, though, she's perversely grateful that he died before the incident. He never knew her like that, he never knew that she was capable of that. She only found out she was capable of murder after committing said murder, so Touya wouldn't have known, either. His view of her isn't tainted, unlike Dad's and Natsuo's.

Mom and Shouto don't know. Neither of them will ever know, not if she can help it.

Shouto was too young back then, and isolated from her and Natsuo anyway. He didn't have any reason to know, he was asleep by time Dad brought her home and was completely undisturbed anyway. No reason to wake him on account of a sister he barely knew. He doesn't know now, either, because he still doesn't have a reason to know a thing about it. It doesn't affect him, and she has no reason to cause problems by telling him something upsetting while he has other things to focus on. Dad evidently shares her view, because Shouto's shown no hint of knowing about it despite the fact that he practically grew up only knowing Dad within the family- he could've been told any number of things without Fuyumi or Natsuo hearing it.

Mom was already in the hospital at that point, and legally speaking she didn't need to know, so nobody told her. At that point, it would have been far worse to tell her than to leave her in the dark, considering the possible further damage that would do to her. Fuyumi has yet to say anything about it for much the same reason as she hasn't told Shouto; it wouldn't do anything but upset her.

Besides, when she's visiting Mom, she usually has other things on her mind. She's only thinking about the incident so much at the moment because of the nightmare, which is a surefire indicator that today isn't going to bring anything good. Her bad days tend to begin like this, a nightmare and a cup of tea at an unreasonable hour of the morning. At least it's a Sunday, so she doesn't have to teach anyone with a pitiful amount of sleep, and all her lesson plans for the week are already done. On the other side of things, she does have to make her weekly visit to Mom- not a chore in and of itself, but Mom's grown far more perceptive in her time at the hospital, so she'll know that something is wrong the moment Fuyumi walks through the door.

Mom wasn't always the way she is now. Fuyumi privately thinks that her mother is better than she's ever been, focused and alive in a way she never was in Fuyumi's memories. She remembers Mom being happy, when Dad wasn't home, and guarded when he was; she remembers her growing more distant, more forgetful, until it felt like she was sleeping all the time and Fuyumi took over everything that Mom was supposed to be doing. She was like that for a long time, when Fuyumi visited her in the hospital, until she slowly remembered how to be a person again.

There was a time when Fuyumi didn't visit. It was just after the incident- Fuyumi's own incident, not what sent Mom to the hospital in the first place- and Fuyumi felt too guilty to face her. She refused to become another monster to her mother.

She got over herself a while later, and just resolved not to mention it. What Mom doesn't know can't hurt her, after all, and Fuyumi started visiting again. "Again" is kind of a strong word, since she'd only visited once before stopping, but the fact remains that she had visited before.

She doesn't like to think about that first visit. Seeing Mom like that had been... disconcerting.

She wasn't better after that, though, just different. More like she had been at home, instead of the way she was when she was first put in the hospital. Distant, not quite aware of things, though how much of that was actually Mom and how much of it was the sedatives was something Fuyumi was too scared to think about. How much of it was Mom at her usual, and how much of it was for Fuyumi's sake? How much of it was the doctors taking precautions to make sure there wouldn't be a repeat of that first visit?

No matter what the actual answer is, it's not worth thinking about when Fuyumi's going to be going to visit in a few hours. That kind of thing doesn't need to be poisoning her thoughts when she's talking to Mom, because she's better now, acting like a rational person, acting like the happy version of herself that lives in a tiny handful of Fuyumi's memories.

Her cup is empty before she notices it's even halfway done. She takes the teabag out and, after making sure that nobody's watching, shoves the whole thing in her mouth while she cleans her mug out. There's a little more tea left in that tea bag, and damn it, she's not going to let it go to waste. Plus, it allows her to experience one of the little joys in life, which is being a weirdo alone in the kitchen at- she checks the time- four in the morning.

Shouto used to join her, sometimes. It was one of the few occasions where they could talk freely, though Fuyumi didn't do much talking, mostly listening. He was a night owl like her, though training generally exhausted him enough that he was usually in bed when she was doing her nightly kitchen thing, and Dad was always early to bed and early to rise, the same as he is now.

She hopes that Shouto's busy doing regular night owl teenager things at the dorms now. Well- probably not now, UA's got to be keeping him busy enough that four in the morning isn't a feasible time to be awake- but in general. Maybe he does the same thing she does, make tea in the kitchen in the extremely early morning and proceed to be weird about it since nobody else is around.

Most teenagers are night owls, right? Maybe he's doing some dumb truth-or-dare thing with his classmates, especially since it's still a Saturday night if he hasn't gone to sleep yet- it isn't tomorrow if you haven't slept yet, after all- so they can all sleep in for Sunday. Shouto doesn't tend to visit Mom on a whim, instead preferring to arrange it at least a week in advance, which is a habit that she knows isn't born out of needing approval to leave the dorms or anything, since there are certain passes to certain places that students are allowed to take with less need for teacher approval than most other outings- to visit family, generally, because Fuyumi remembers signing that form as someone with semi-guardianship rights over Shouto- and one of the places that Shouto could hypothetically go without needing advance approval is to visit Mom.

That's just one of Shouto's idiosyncrasies, and she doesn't begrudge his need for planning anything out of his routine. Everybody's got their quirks- just as she thinks this, she takes the tea bag out of her mouth and throws it away- actual quirks notwithstanding. Everybody's got their own thing going on, everybody's got their own version of being weird in the kitchen when Dad's asleep, and Fuyumi likes thinking that way. Everyone's a little silly in their own way.

Making sure that the kettle and everything are all cleaned up and put away, Fuyumi goes back to her room. She doesn't feel like she'll get back to sleep tonight any more than she did when she first woke up, which just means she'll go to bed earlier later this evening.

[yourneighborhoodneighbor]

black cat and his kittens ch9

(masterpost to my fics while ao3 is down) AO3

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Still half asleep himself, Shouta woke his youngest children up, had them eat breakfast, brush their teeth, change, and wash their faces before pulling them out the door, each of them in different levels of consciousness.

Today they would go and spend time with the UA kids again. Shouta would almost rather go out with his older children to talk to their underground contacts and look for any available information on All for Fuck’s still living followers (and their followers, what a nightmare). As it was, he didn’t really want to get out of this playdate. It was good for his kits. And the herolings, he guessed.

Walking down the street, the dad ignored the stares he knew he and his gaggle of children were getting, knowing a grown man with four teenagers basically on kiddie leashes was a bit of an unusual sight. But come on, one of them didn’t even have his eyes open, relying on the sibling’s hand he was holding to guide him, while another was bouncing all over the place, unashamedly pointing at cool quirks he saw. He couldn't not keep them on leashes.

Soon enough they got to UA and then the 1A dorms, where they let themselves in, and Shouta finally released his children. Shouto immediately faceplanted on the couch and went back to sleep, while Izuku made a point of retieing himself to Shouta before going to sit next to Katsuki and Hitoshi on another couch. Well, at least he wasn’t clinging today, which was more of a sign he was willing to at least give the hero trainees a chance than he had given the day before.

He was broken out of his musings by a startled yelp, followed by the person, who Shouta recognised as the cafe regular Katsuki had a crush on, fumbling to catch his plate. Looks like they’d forgotten to announce their presence after coming in. Oops.

“Kirishima, I advise you be quieter, some of our classmates are still sleeping at this hour!“ the younger Iida said behind the redhead. Katsuki snorted, likely due to the fact that the admonishment had been louder than the yelp itself. The red haired boy didn’t give any indication of noticing  or caring though.

“Sorry, prez. I just didn’t expect our new friends to be in the common room yet!”

At this, the taller boy straightend his back and proceeded to give a 90 degree bow. Shouta raised an eyebrow, not that it could be seen from under his mask.

“My apologies, sir and fellow... My apologies, I did not see you there. Good morning, how are you?” He said. A glance at his children showed they hadn’t missed the blue haired boy’s hesitation. Shouta stayed quiet, giving his children a chance to answer themselves.

The heroes-to-be were rewarded by a shy wave from Izuku (progress!), grunts from Katsuki and a grudgingly awake but still valiantly trying to sleep Shouto, and a little “Sup” from Hitoshi.

Eijirou beamed at that (causing Katsuki to cross his arms and sink lower into the couch, Shouta noted) and sat himself on the same couch as the other three. Izuku immediately stood up and moved next to Shouto, inardvertently kickstarting conversation.

“It’s nothing personal, he’s just not comfortable in this new place” Katsuki quietly told his crush. The other swallowed the food in his mouth and smiled again.

“It’s okay bro! Respecting boundaries is super manly, I should’ve asked before sitting down with you, thats on me” he turned to Izuku, the other not fully looking at him. “Sorry I made you move, I hope we can be friends! No rush or pressure, though.” and with that he continued eating, taking his attention off of the nervous teen.

Shouta noticed his youngest relaxing at that, while Katsuki and Hitoshi (mostly the former) started light conversation with the sharp toothed boy and the youngest Iida, who had come back with his own breakfast.

Yeah, this would be good for his children.

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Shouto was woken up by by his foot being taken into someone’s arms. He opened one eye to see Izuku on the other end of the couch, his kidnapped foot held tightly in his arms. The reason   appeared to be the now full common room. Humming a little as he stretched, Shouto reclaimed his foot and replaced it instead with his arm, earning himself a small smile.

“What’s going on?” he asked the younger teen. A discussion seemed to be underway, though not an aggressive one.

“They’re waiting to guess our quirks. They are in the middle of breakfast” Izu signed back. ‘Not talking yet in front of the strangers, understood’ Shouto mentally noted.

“Hm. I wonder what they came up with.”

“You’re awake!” someone yelled. It was the tall energetic one. Wind quirk, if Shouto remembered right. No idea what his name was.

Greetings flew his way as the rest of the class noticed his consciousness. He returned them with a small wave and a deadpan “Hi”.

Shouto noticed a lanky blond leaning forward with an excited smirk on his face.

“Great, then, can we start already?”

That earned him some fond chuckles. Shouto didn’t know why, he guessed it was because they were friends. Shouto wouldn’t know, since his amount of friends outside of his family was pretty limited (one). He shrugged. He didn’t particularly care, he had good people in his life, but he supposed that was exactly the reason why dad wanted them to hang out with 1A.

Hitoshi answered. “Sure, go ahead.” To anyone else he would have sounded as disinterested as ever, but Shouto could hear the amusement in his voice. Couldn’t say he didn’t share the sentiment. A loud clap had him focusing back on the situation at hand and Izuku jumping in his seat. Shouto wasn’t the only one who glared. Calling his family out for being overprotective cats would make Shouto a hypocrite, so he refrained. 

The lanky blond from before did a little dance before pointing at Katsuki.

“Cannon! Obviously something to do with explosions. Maybe you can make things explode at will? Or turn things into bombs, was the other popular theory. Something’s going BOOM! at any rate. Am I right?” he said excitedly. Shouto was reminded a bit of Himiko when she got talkings about new blades she found. Maybe this boy liked quirkes? Or possibly even guessing games. He’d have to ask.

Katsuki snorted, grinning wildly, making some of the teenagers lean back a little.

“Oh, something’s going boom for sure, but it’s not my quirk.” he said leaning forward. It wasn’t really surprising, Shouto thought. He hadn’t really expected the hero-to-be’s to actually manage to guess their quirks. Their names were kind of misleading on purpose.

The class just looked on disbelieving.

“What?! No way your quirk has nothing to do with explosions! Why would your name be Cannon, then?!” the pink girl complained. Acid-O? Acida? Shouto focused more on Hitoshi, who was actually, loudly, howling with laughter. Izuku was silently shaking.

“Ever heard of explosives? Nitroglycerin? TNT?” Katsuki asked while taking one of his many lighters and out to fiddle with it. Shouto let out a chuckle at the classes’ scandalised (and some amused, how interesting) faces. The morning was shaping out to maybe not be completely terrible.

The younger Iida cut spoke up.

“I must ask that you refrain from such activities while in the dorms, or the school in general, as it could prove to be dangerous and harmful to everyone here, as well as the property!” he exclaimed.

Katsuki started at him for a moment, taking the other in. He closed the lighter and put t back in his pocket, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Can do, Engine Boy. I can respect safety procedures and your investment in them” the blonde said calmly. Iida for his part looked a bit miffed, as if he had not expected the vigilante to agree. Shouto hid a small smile at that. He wondered how long it would take the class to figure out that, while loud and intense, Katsuki was actually very much a protector first, and an insanely clever teen and explosives enthusiast second.

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After Katsuki’s turn, it was decided that the class guess all quirks first before learning whether they had been right or wrong. Hitoshi had to admit the guesses weren’t bad considering the limited information they had, and some ideas were even a bit wild, but that only added to the fun.

Among the guesses for Katsusome highlights were that he could throw entire cannonballs directly out of his palms damn, and the invisible girl thought that he could shoot people with a mental attack that showed them their deepest fear (creative, though he had to wonder whether she was scared of his brother after yesterday’s training, which, fair, in all honestly).

For Shouto the general consensus seemed to bee time manipulation of some kind, whether it be stopping time, traveling back in time, or having visions of the future (Hitoshi wondered if the knew about the hero who could actually do that).

For himself, most guesses were mental, be it memory manipulation or erasure, though the electricity boy suggested teleportation, for some reason.

For Izuku guesses were a bit more varied, ranging from being able to make objects dissapear, invisibility, and even the crazy theory (courtesy of the dark shadow guy, who’s aesthetic slapped) that Izuku was actually the only real person out of the Clowder and the rest of them were only products of his quirk, though he didn’t specify what quirk that would be, exactly.

They all got a surprise when they even tried to guess dad’s quirk.

From night vision to shadow manipulation, they all let out a snort (and received a glare) when the guy with the tail suggested he could turn into a cat (dad wished).

In the end they were all, of course, wrong, but that was to be expected.

“So did we get any right?!” the blond boy with the excited smile exclaimed. The rest of the class looked on with eager eyes. What a bunch of puppies, it was doing things to Hitoshi’s chest. The looks turned into frown a second later though.

“No.” was the dry response, and oh, alright, dad was in teacher mode then. This whole thing had not been just for fun. Huh.

“Whaaaat?! Not even one?” asked a dismayed invisible girl.

“No. But that was to be expected. Lesson number one, specially for those who want to go into underground heroics: don’t make your hero name an obvious link to your quirk. Anyone you may go up against will take advantage of any knowledge they get on you. Quirks are not all there is to heroics, but they are a useful extra tool you have. As they say, keep your cards close to your chest, don’t go flaunting things like that in the open if you can help it” he said to a now gaping class.

“That’s so manly! I’d never thought of that! Thanks!” and of course the silence was broken by their sunshine of a friend. Hitoshi swore that he had a secondary “incredible happiness and niceness” quirk, and that is a hill he would die on, thank you very much. The

rest of the class followed with chorus of “Yeah, thanks”s.

“But what are actually your quirks then?” the thin blond actually pouted.

Hitoshi looked around at his brothers to see who would start (checking in with dad one last time that this was still a good idea, answer seemed ro be yes). Order of age won out in the end.

“My quirk is called IcyHot. I can make ice with my right side and fire with my left” Shouto demonstrated by making his hands do the thing. “My name is Tempo because its a mix of the the ‘temp’ part of temperature and the ‘o’ that is the only vowel in both the words ‘hot’ and ‘cold’.”

There a few understanding nods at this.

“I have a healing quirk” Katsuki’s admission made jaws hit the floor, Hitoshi couldn’t stop himself from laughing. A look at his brothers showed them to be in the same predicament. Katski continued.

“Shut the fuck up, it’s the truth. It’s called Life Force. My name is Cannon because I like explosions, and thats that on that, the end.”

The class was about to riot, so Hitoshi quickly cut in with his own quirk.

“Mine’s called Do as I Say. I can control a person if they respond to me. My name’s Blank because I’ve been told by people who’ve been under my control that it feels like your mind goes completely blank.”

The class calmed down, and Hitoshi was very pleased ro see only acceptance and curiosity among the class. No judgement, no sneers, no mocking, no disgust. Very pleased indeed. Maybe dad’s idea of making friends with these people wasn’t too bad after all.

He turned to Izuku to see if he would speak up or if he would sign his answer. He seemed to be breathing slowly, staring at his hands in his lap. Making a decision.

He managed two whispered words.

“I’m quirkless.” The words were quiet, but strong, and, while not actually making eye contact, Izuku’s gaze was up. Not ashamed of his lack of a quirk, but simply uneasy still around the new people.

Said people did riot this time though, causing the green eyed boy to dive straight into dad’s chest. But some progress was still progress, and Izu was safest with dad, so Hitoshi kept his attention on the hero hopefuls.

“What?!”

“No way!”

“And you’re a vigilante? Dude, that’s so manly!”

“That’s dangerous though.”

“Hey! You don’t need a quirk to do things!”

“This is most unexpected. How obscure”

“Stop screaming!”

“You’re screaming!”

“Everyone, settle down, please!”

“SHUT UP!”

Katsuki, as always, could easily control an excitable crowd.

“Calm the fuck down, idiots. It’s not a big deal, and he’s more than capable of doing shit, and that includes vigilantism. If you have concerns or whatever, either keep them to yourselves or talk them out civilly. And don’t be fucking quirkist with your comments, got it?” he told the class.

Mouths clicked closed and, funnily, hands rose.

The morning wasn’t over yet, it seemed. But Hitoshi found he was content with that.

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[lex-play]

Light My Soul on Fire pt 3

~*~

“Izuku-kun I’m so sorry,” Fuyumi Todoroki cried out through the phone.

“It’s not your fault Fuyumi-san. I mostly wanted advice. How on earth did you keep Shouto from cooking?!” Izuku held the phone to his ear as he headed for the train station.

“Well,” Fuyumi sighed. “Our kitchen had doors, so we just put a deadbolt on them to keep him out. We tried regular locks at first but he learned to pick them.”

Izuku groaned.

“You see now why we wanted to rent a place for you two?”

“Yes,” he sighed. “Do you think if I lock the plug for the stove and oven when I leave the house it would stop him?”

“Lock the plug?”

“Yeah. I’m going to the hardware store now, I could buy a really small lock and put it through the hole on the plug so he can’t just plug it back in.”

Fuyumi hummed. “That could work. Although he might just buy bolt cutters.”

“If he buys bolt cutters and sets my apartment on fire again I won’t be able to keep living with him,” Izuku sighed.

“Shouto is my best friend and I really want to help him maintain some independence but I have to consider my own health and safety. Not to mention the property damage and the potentially irreplaceable damage. What if Mighty gets caught in it next time?”

Izuku caught that he was rambling and stopped from saying anything more with a sigh.

“I’ll talk to him,” Fuyumi said after a moment. “I don’t think he’s really considering the potential repercussions and I’ll try to make sure he does in the future.”

Izuku sighed, relieved. If anyone could talk some sense into Shouto about this, it was his sister.

“Thank you. I’ve gotta go, Fuyumi-san. I’m at the train station.”

“Alright. Thanks for calling me Izuku. Bye.”

~*~

<I’m here! I’ll be over by the extinguishers so you can tell me when you’re here.

Izuku bought a soda and followed the employees instructions to where they kept the fire extinguishers. There weren’t that many different types, but there were enough that it made Izuku feel overwhelmed and confused.

“Hey there Freckles,” a deep voice came from his right, and Izuku jumped, startled.

When he turned his head, Bakugou-san stood there, less than a foot from him, a mischievous grin on his face. Izuku had to crane his neck sharply to meet his gaze, and a shiver traveled down his spine at how small he was next to the firefighter.

Izuku swatted at his arm before he could think about it.

“That was mean! You startled me!”

The alpha(?) chuckled. “I couldn’t help it. You looked so deep in thought.”

“Rude,” Izuku huffed. So, which one should I get?”

Bakugou-san’s gaze followed Izuku’s pointing finger to the veritable wall of fire extinguishers. He snorted and moved towards it. As he did, Izuku took a moment to study him.

He’d known the man was tall and broad, but he hadn’t realized how tall and how broad. The firefighter had to be at least six foot five, if not taller. And his shoulders!

Izuku’s brain conjured up an image of those shoulders flexing above him, naked and sweaty-

He shook his head sharply, embarrassed at himself. He’d always known he was weak for shoulders but he hadn’t quite realized how much until that moment. Izuku was grateful for scent blockers. If not for his patches, the whole store would be able to scent his arousal and he’d probably die from the embarrassment.

They were in the middle of the store for God’s sake! And Bakugou-san probably wasn’t even interested in Izuku that way. He wasn’t anything special, after all.

Izuku was pulled from his musings as something was pushed firmly into his gut. He grabbed it on instinct, glancing down to see that it was a fire extinguisher.

“Oh!” Izuku looked up at Bakugou-san with a smile. “Thank you!”

Bakugou-san looked down at Izuku pensively.

“Let me take you out.”

Izuku felt like his brain had short circuited. There was no way the hottest man he had ever seen in his life was asking Izuku on a date.

“Well I fucking am. Got a problem, Freckles?”

Izuku froze and glanced up at the firefighter sheepishly.

“Was I muttering?”

Bakugou-san snorted a laugh.

“Yep. You do that often?”

“Unfortunately.”

Bakugou laughed again, this time a little louder. “You’re cute, and I’ve been thinking about you all fucking week. So let me take you out.”

Izuku’s face heated, and he smiled.

“O-ok.”

[loveindefinitely]

if this was a movie [todobaku x reader] part one

if this was a movie masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ description; When you, a quirkless barista, accidentally gets added to a group chat for the graduated class of 3-A, you don't expect everything to slip through your fingers so fast.

You don't expect to find love in the two most frustrating men on earth, either.

ೃ⁀➷ genre; romance, comedy

ೃ⁀➷ content warnings; none for this chapter.

ೃ⁀➷ characters; hitoshi, shouto and katsuki.

CROSSPOSTED TO WATTPAD. REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

The overhead lights are bright, shining over you as you sit. Your interviewer smiles excitedly -- as if she was about to uncover a goldmine. "So, tell me, what is your love story? A quirkless barista marrying two of the top three heroes is like straight out of a movie!"

Shaking your head, you let yourself smile gently in response.

"Well, it's a long story..."

THREE YEARS AGO

"Hitoshi," you sigh exasperatedly, one arm wiping down the counter and the other managing the steaming milk. The coffee machine grinds, your first customer of the day merely looking at you with tired amusement.

"Y/N," he drawls in response, hero suit adorned with his hands stuffed into his pockets. His capture scarf hangs loosely around his neck, a clear nod to his dad and current UA principal Shouta Aizawa.

Drawing the milk away from the steamer, you stir it with the thermometer attached to it, before pouring it into the take-away cup. Adding the first bit of coffee, you taste it, grimace, and then chuck it out. It was your average morning, the first bits of the new coffee utterly disgusting. You had half a mind to give it to Hitoshi, but thought against torturing your best – and only – friend.

"And what mischief have you been up to?" You ask, pouring his regular. A large black coffee. Insane.

Groaning, Hitoshi rolls his eyes before leaning over the metal counter separating the two of you. "It's Eri's first year of high school. She won't stop pestering me about the entry exams."

Laughing, you respond, "You love her, 'Toshi. At least help her a bit."

"I got jack shit! Aizawa – my dad and the fucking creator of the exam, told me to figure it out myself. But now, with Eri, he's sneaking her little hints." Hitoshi's voice remains monotone, but little growls sneak into his rant.

Raising your brow, you slide his take-away cup over to him. He instantly takes a sip, hums, and then quips, "It's good. I'm not paying you, though. I'm pretty sure my company is enough."

Leaning over the counter, the two of you eye to eye, you extend your hand. "While your company is certainly a highlight of my day, I need my cash. Pay up, you asshole."

Hitoshi scoffs a dry chuckle, handing you over the cash, to which you put into the cash register without a second thought.

It's then that your phone makes a notification sound.

Both of Hitoshi's eyebrows raise, looking to you in surprise. "Someone swiped right?"

Punching his shoulder lightly, you take your phone out and inspect it. This was certainly an odd experience. No one texted you, apart from the holidays and every now and then a check-up from your parents.

You have been added to [ UA's Pride and Joys!] Group Chat.

Accept  Decline

"Uh." Meeting Hitoshi's gaze wearily, he instantly snatches the phone off of you, moving away from the counter and your grabby hands. "'Toshi! Give that back!"

"Oh my god," he whispers, a cruel smile taking over his features. Your eyebrows narrow so much you think they'll stay like that forever. "Oh my god."

He presses something, and then you actually go ballistic.

Jumping over the counter, he raises the phone high above his head, out of your reach. "Give that back asshole, or I'm banning you from my shop!"

"You wouldn't ban me, darling, I'm your biggest customer!"

"I'll find a new insomniac!"

That causes him to feign hurt, clasping his other hand over his chest. You roll your eyes in response, but take his moment of dramatics to grab your phone. Scrambling back to behind the counter, your jaw drops at what he had done.

[UA's Pride and Joys!]

You, All_Might_Is_No1, Ochamochi and 18 others.

AlienQueen<3: hi beautiful people!!!

AlienQueen<3: i wanted to make a groupchat of all my ex-classmates!! i miss y'all so much and thought that this would be a great way to keep contact!!

Whirling around, you level Hitoshi with a serious, deadly glare. "Hitoshi Shinsou-Aizawa," you seethe, and the man has the decency to at least look the slightest bit scared.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his phone, and turns the screen to you. "Look. See, I'm in it too. You won't be alone, and plus, you need to make more friends. For an extrovert you're very secluded."

"Says the man who hasn't grown out of his emo phase! Just because it's hot doesn't mean you need to write depressing poetry!" He pouts. "Also, I'm just fine chilling with you and Eri. It's safe, and I'm happy with it that way!"

"No," he says, standing up straighter. He's tall – six foot something, with lean muscle and half of his hair tied into a short ponytail. It's the same deep purple as always, but cut to just above his shoulders. Even though your relationship is completely platonic, almost in a sibling way, you could admit that he was fucking hot.

"No, this is the perfect opportunity for you to branch out! At least I can vouch for these people. I know that they're all great, in their own... ways." You raise a brow at that.

"You say that, but you're already dating two of them! One of which is the class sunshine, and the other the class pothead!"

Shinsou grunts, "He's been clean for two years, bitch."

"And you haven't bathed since then!"

"Oi, I never agreed to a personal argument–"

"I never agreed to being added to this group chat!"

The two of you bicker, which must be hilarious from an outsider's point of view. The counter separating the two of you as you point and yell at each other, before the two of you just stop yelling at stare at each other.

"You're so annoying," you mutter, doing everything in your power to quell the laughter bubbling up. Shinsou seems to be dealing with the same issue.

"Touche," he says tiffly, before the two of you break into giggles.

It's the sound of another notification that stops your laughter. Sending another glares his way, you open your phone and read the new messages that you had missed.

[UA's Pride and Joys!]

All_Might_Is_No1: That's a great idea, Mina! :D I missed you guys heaps too, we should all catch up soon!

Ochamochi: hiiiii :))))

Ingenium: Hello! It's been far too long. :]

insomniac: hey.

Glancing up, you stifle a laugh at Hitoshi's face. It's soft and so damn out of character for the gruff, lone wolf of a man.

Yourlocalloser: hello!! It's been way too long, i missed you guys so much!!

Hitoshi is the one to look surprised, then, the two of you sharing a look of chaotic excitement.

"You're terrible," he huffs out, but his smile remains as he watches this play out. Shrugging, your face taking on a cheeky expression, you reply.

"You're the one that said I should branch out. This'll be fun."

You get two notifications, then.

DYNAMIGHT: who the fuck are u???

Shouto: I don't remember anyone with that username. Unless someone changed theirs? Who are you, 'loser'?

Yourlocalloser: you guys don't remember me? i thought we had something... but i suppose that was a lie.

And then, the groupchat and your small hole-in-the-wall cafe promptly break out into chaos.

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midoriya izuku — ADORATION FROM DAY ONE

from the first day, he’d definitely had a crush on you since then.

it’s painful that you don’t quite notice it, but it’s been from the very start with him. the moment your first ever conversation with him ended, was the day you became imbedded into his mind forever, his heart palpitates everytime he hears your name, he tries to act subtle with the flush of his cheeks whenever you guys make eyecontact, presumably when he’s doing his word ramble.

activities spent together as friends would be taking buzzfeed quizzes, watching funny hero compilations, and of course, random shower thoughts.

his cheeks flush in pink whenever you lean onto him after a vigorous training session, your face pressed against your palm as you drink down from the waterbottle he offered to you. he’s a loss for words when you remember specific details of things no one but him would remember, because he’d be talking too fast.

scenarios go flying in his head whenever he lays down in bed. restless, and unable to fall deep into sleep, and when he replays the events that happened that day, that’s when he’s able to calm down. he can only start scrambling on how he’d tell you, that is.. if it doesn’t ruin what you guys have.

todoroki shōto — GRADUAL ADMIRATION

you were an one in a million, even before he realized his feelings.

you stuck with him through his best and worst moments. you saw the grime parts of him that he only expressed out of frustration, and you also saw that well polished version of him, a version of him that’s adorned in a clean turtle neck. he doesn’t know how it exactly manifested, but it was surely when he sat down on his futon, heart beating quite rapidly as he recalled what your voice was, your words, and your expression. and that was when he knew he was pinning on you.

activities he’d look forward to would be looking at memes of his dad, baking and accidentally setting the piece of batter on fire, reading weird books that were made by those new york times authors, buying oddly ugly clothes you’d never need,

shouto can’t help but smile when he sees you asking for some warmth, or maybe something cool, and while you’re talking to him like it’s a regular day, he doesn’t know what else to do but pull you closer when you fall asleep in a bus beside him. he’s also stuck with just admiring you, watching how your facial expressions change with each realization you make inside of your head.

he doesn’t know why it’s like this. his heart wasn’t acting like this in the years before, or maybe he’s sick.. it would be terrible if he was, and he wants to find out, because he wouldn’t be able to stand it if it affected what you guys have.

bakugō katsuki — SUBTLE.. OR MAYBE NOT.

it’s a miracle that he actually tolerated you, and it wasn’t just for a moment too

it wasn’t like you actively bothered him (bc he’d get sick of that shit quick) but just so happened to get roped into every single situation with him, and he just gradually got more used to you. he surely acted like he didn’t like being around you, but he found himself texting you, a reminder that he left a meal in the fridge for you and if you didn’t eat it, he’d eat it instead. he also found himself teasing YOU, and not the other way around, but if anyone did that— they’d meet their untimely end. and that’s how he realized it.

activities he.. didn’t hate a lot were arm wrestling with you, eating spicy food without milk, sending weird memes and with the context ‘that’s you.’, walking home with you because you’d get lost without him

he hates that everything suddenly changed, and he only noticed. he’s been checking you out since then, and he’s glad he’s never gotten caught. everytime he decided to text you ‘his best friend’, he found himself wondering if it’s appropriate, or if you’re asleep, or if he sounds too nice. that’s probably when he tosses his phone to the side, mumbling about getting that shit out of the bag soon.

kaminari denki — WEIRD REALIZATION

the best friend that was always goofy and quite chaotic around you, that was until you accidentally did something that he found attractive.

you guys always clicked with each other, practically sharing a braincell every single time you guys joked around with each other. your thought process was practically linked with his, and it was strictly platonic. you’re attractive, yes- but when you were laughing at his antics at 2am, you fell onto his lap. eyes staring at his electrifying gaze softly, yawning as you claim that you’re sleepy

activities you guys find yourself doing for the fun of it were reading cringy and badly written fanfics, making weird roleplays, doodling on each others’ faces when one of them sleeps, and making memes, printing them out and framing them.

it was such an eye opener to him, and he’s unsure if he has any regrets or not. everytime he sees you, he’s suddenly reminded of that night, and everytime you attack his shoulder during a laugh attack, he grows aware of your hands. he’ll be a mess, until he gets it out. but until then, he’s wondering if it should stay platonic, or if it should move forward. he’s unsure

shinsō hitoshi — CONTEMPLATING FROM AFAR

you guys worked well together. very compatible, and miscommunications were rare.

you were just conveniently there when shinsō needed someone, and you guys clicked so well, to the point he didn’t even remember a time he fought back with your attempts of being friendly. you were also that friend that managed to remember his presence, and bring him to places he needed to socialize (just so he’d work on it) and you’re oddly so patient with him, it’s crazy. he’d assume it was all strictly platonic until he found himself staring at you, and there was a split second that he imagined inside his head, a vision of you in his arms. and he shakes his head, because you’re his bestfriend, but.. the idea itself isn’t terrible.

activities you found each other bonding over were sneaking out, just to go to 7-11, asking random questions out loud and only for the other person to answer, aggressive mario cart, watching dance moms and the kardashians just because, and dragging shinsou to the bathroom so he could try on a painful pore strip with you at 1am.

he hates himself for being like this, and shinsō can’t help but feel guilty for checking you out whenever your back is turned, or when he starts anticipating for you to walk through that door with a painful skincare product in your hands. but he sighs to himself, because it’s now or never. if your wish was to make it strictly platonic, he’d be content with that as long as if it didn’t ruin anything, and if you were to be his then.. score.

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©️izukulie 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not steal my work ❕

[todrokishoto]

fluff ft. bakugou, deku and todoroki

character(s): katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shouto todoroki

warning(s): i don’t think there are any? it’s just pure fluff. mentions of eating/food, though.

summary: just some fluff with the three musketeers. 

a/n: found inspo from this prompt list so,,, enjoy! also, come talk to me about the first episode of season 5!!!

B A K U G O U 

a pair of crimson eyes are staring at you when you reluctantly open your own. it takes a moment for you to adjust to the harsh rays of light fighting their way through the blinds. once you do though, you feel your brows furrow as you meet the gaze of your boyfriend. you offer a sheepish smile at his unamused face, seeing straight through him immediately. 

“good morning to you, too, grump.”

his lips tighten as he studies your face. ignoring his scrutinizing gaze, you sit up, despite the protests from your body. you roll your neck, a sigh of relief escaping you as the tension eases. sensing your boyfriend’s urge to say something, you turn your head to look at him. 

“no breakfast? i thought sundays were eat-breakfast-in-bed kind of days?” you’re teasing, naturally, but your words still spark something in your hot-headed partner. 

he grunts. “i would’ve had breakfast ready but you were sleeping on my arm and i didn’t want to wake you.” 

your heart swells as he rubs the back of his neck, suddenly finding the duvet covers very interesting. you push away the urge to continue your teasing, fully-aware of how easily it could turn into an argument if he isn’t in the mood. you smile at him when he meets your eyes again. 

“your arm’s asleep, isn’t it?” you muse, noticing how he’s rubbing it with his other arm. 

“yeah, no shit. because you slept on it for eight shitty hours.”

“how about i make breakfast today then?” 

you throw the covers aside, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. when your feet are planted on the ground, you go to stand up but a hand wraps around your waist before you can do so. he pulls you back down effortlessly and you squeal, colliding with his bare chest. 

“or we could order food and just stay in bed until it gets here,” katsuki suggests, his lips brushing against the exposed skin of your shoulder.  

M I D O R I Y A 

“it’s so pretty,” you gush, your eyes fixated on the view in front of you.

the wind takes ahold of your hair, playing with it briefly before moving on. you wrap it back behind your ear mindlessly, still mesmerized by the scene unfolding before your eyes. the ocean sparkles underneath the remaining sunlight, reflecting the most perfect color palette from the sky above. 

pinks, yellows, oranges, and blues mixed together so perfectly you can’t bring yourself to tear your gaze away. it had to have been one of the prettiest sunsets you had ever seen. you lean forward, analyzing every detail, feeling the railing press against your waist in the process. 

there is no reply from your boyfriend and you turn in his direction. his wide, green eyes are already looking at you when you do so and you feel your heart speed up immediately. there’s a look within them that cannot be described as anything other than pure adoration. 

“i love you,” your freckled partner blurts, a rosy color tinting his cheeks. 

“i love you, too,” you respond, not even bothering to hide your wide grin. “i-is there something on my face though? you’re kind of—”

he shakes his head almost furiously, his wild green locks bouncing all over the place. you watch with amusement, the wings of the butterflies moving just as crazily as your boyfriend’s hair. he grabs your hand in his own and it still surprises you how perfectly your hands fit together, fingers intertwining immediately. 

“i-it’s just... i remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror,” he pauses, his green orbs meeting yours again. “and now you’re my girlfriend and i just— feels kind of surreal, y’know?” 

you nod, understanding his feelings exactly. “well, i’m glad you mustered up the courage to move on from the mirror. i can’t imagine my life without you, zuku.” 

T O D O R O K I

the two of you are lying on his bed, limbs intertwined, noses almost touching. no words are being exchanged, just the sounds of your breathing filling the silence engulfing the room. yet, there is not an ounce of awkwardness. you’re both at ease with each other. 

it took awhile to knock down his walls but you had been determined. during the months of your mission to get to know the quiet boy, countless questions had been asked but not nearly as many had been answered. to be quite frank, silence had been a regular occurrence and by now, neither one of you minded one bit. 

feelings had blossomed, too, which you hadn’t been able to foresee. little did you know that a mission to bring your classmate out of his shell would result in a relationship, but you didn’t mind that one bit either. the two-toned boy had confessed his feelings before you could, blunt as ever. 

being with shouto is refreshing. you don’t have to go out on a limb and try to read his mind; he is very willing to share his thoughts if the right questions are asked. sometimes, even without being prompted to do so. he brings a whole new level of excitement into your life that you had no idea you needed until you met him. 

“i want to marry you.”

and, just like that, the silence was broken. his words take you by surprise. while him sharing his thoughts happen regularly, you still haven’t gotten used to just how blunt (and sometimes a little oblivious) he could be. 

his words echo in your mind, every gear churning to process them. the two of you have been classmates for almost three years already, but have been together less than six months. there is no denying that you are completely and utterly in love with him, but this conversation had yet to be brought up. until now, it seems. 

“not now, obviously,” he explains, his bicolored eyes studying you closely, obviously noticing your distress. he knows you better than anyone. “but sometime in the future. i cannot picture a future without you in it, y/n.” 

your cheeks hurt from smiling, your heart thumping against your rib cage like a galloping horse. your boyfriend remains - seemingly, anyway - unfazed, merely continuing his staring. you can tell he doesn’t expect a response. 

“i want to marry you sometime in the future, too, shouto.” 

your words come with ease because you mean them with your whole being. if he isn’t in your future then you don’t want it. you had decided as much during your first conversation. 

he smiles. then, he closes the barely-there gap between your faces, his lips meeting yours. he’s so gentle you can barely feel it, so you grab a handful of his shirt, pulling him even closer. he doesn’t object, his smile only widening against your lips. 

[sunfudge]

manga: shows how “villains” are no longer considered people by others, shows their backstories and thus how the social and structural problems in the hero society can be harmful to individuals and push them to villainy.

manga: no matter how much villains talk about these issues, because they are villains it doesn’t matter if they’re right or wrong, heroes will prioritize stopping them and once the villain is stopped they won’t need to acknowledge the flaws of the system.

some people: but they are murderers/terrorists! they need to be stopped! how can you say heroes should be held responsible all they are trying to do is save people!!

This is a very common feeling in society today too. It's not about saving/helping people as much as it's about eliminating a problem and not tackling the root cause. It's in the same vein we have anti homeless spikes under bridges and dividers in benches, in the same way we have prisons which focus heavily on punishment rather than rehabilitation. It's an act of sweeping the unsightly problems of society away and acting as if they were never there to begin with.

By people immediately assuming criminals must be punished for their crimes rather than attacking the cause and dealing with the issues that led them to commit crime in the first place, you're ultimately left with a revolving prison door of offenders going in and out of prison as the same traps laid out by society that led them to crime in the first place catch them again, along with other new offenders.

In this case, due to the glaring problems hero society has, you will always have villains, because the heroes don't focus on tackling the problems that lead to creating villains but instead just capturing the bad guys, throwing them in jail and not giving it a second thought as to how they ended up there to begin with.

The manga pretty much throws this at our faces in chapter 280, a mere ten chapters before the Touya reveal. Horikoshi may as well be hitting the reader over the head with this before the Touya reveal.

This is an obvious direct call out to Endeavor. He IS one of the heroes Shigaraki is talking about! And he doesn't understand, doesn't GRASP it because he doesn't think it applies to him. In the next chapter he doesn't even address this, he just moves on, he fully disregards this accidental massive call-out because even though he's trying to 'atone' he still thinks the main goal he started out with (creating a hero who could surpass All Might) was a noble reason.

Until Touya shows up in 290 and he smacks him over the head hard with the obvious fact Shigaraki was accidentally describing Endeavor himself perfectly. Heroes ignore the suffering of those closest to them (Endeavor hurt his family and ignored his eldest son self harming by hiring a nanny, telling Rei to deal with Touya and focusing on Shouto and abusing both him and Rei) whilst he went out to work and played the part of the hero who saves people. He was the pain in his family's life whilst he was the light in others, the hero to people who don't know Endeavor personally.

With Shigaraki, there was an assumption that a hero would show up and save him, so regular people didn't feel any sort of collective responsibility for him, and of course a hero never showed up to save him, as Tenko Shimura was not a traditional victim. He wasn't someone the heroes were searching out in need of being saved.

Problems such as a lack of collective responsibility due to the idea that a hero will always help and the assumption that those labelled as heroes are beacons of ultimate good both need to be crushed in order for society to move on and for less villains to exist.

[demonmocns-archive]

thinking about cat hybrid!shoto who’s been with his owner for years now (let’s assume we’re in a universe where hybrids can still be adopted and are cared for in a variety of different ways) and they’ve settled into a comfortable routine except one day shoto’s owner sits him down and asks what he would feel like about getting a friend? not like the hybrids he knows through his owner’s friends or their neighbors, but like another hybrid that his owner adopts to live with them. shoto is initially hesitant but also curious so he agrees and he’s never been more thankful that his normally resistant to change attitude was amenable to this situation bc he’s gotten to meet you, a beautiful bunny hybrid who looks so soft and sweet, but also so nervous. he literally tiptoes around u for the first week bc all of the new experiences and sensory info have u on the verge of tears on the regular and he doesn’t wanna frighten u but eventually the two of u settle into a routine and shoto loves curling up with u for a nap on the couch, with his head laying on ur inner thigh, nose pressed to ur crotch bc he’s a fuckin pervert. he can’t help that he has to hump his pillows every night until he cums at least twice before he can pass out n sleep thru the night without wandering thru the house to watch u as u sleep. ur just so sweet and cute and shoto wants to bite u to see how u would cry out or what kinda sounds or faces u would make when he has three fingers inside of u with his palm grinding against ur clit. he’s patient however and he doesn’t want to scare u off, so he puts aside his desires for the sake of ur friendship and peace in the house. so imagine his surprise when a few weeks after u move in, u start pawing at his bedside in the middle of the night, whining that it hurts and u feel so hot and whoozy but u cant go to bed and you’re so goddamn wet and could he please do something? and who is he to deny u?? safe to say that cute catboy!shoto has his even cuter bunny hybrid flat on her back, head thrown back against the pillows and toes curling at the sheets as he licks you into your third orgasm before your owner ever wakes up to the sounds of your coupling

can't even put into words how this is making me feel rn, anon thank u for leaving this blessing in my inbox <3 there's not a lot for me to add but i wanted to share my thoughts on some things so keep reading if u wanna!!!

cw / dubcon, pervert behavior, panty stealing, hybrids

shouto is so curious when you first arrive home :( you're kept apart for the first week so you can adjust to your new surroundings without an intimidating cat hybrid breathing down your neck. he basically lives outside your bedroom door that week.

when you're away for a check-up, sho sneaks into your room and steals a pair of panties from your laundry pile, finally acquainting himself with your scent.

always snuggling together once you're on friendly terms. shouto will lay between your legs and gently nuzzle your tummy, encouraging you to pet behind his ears and make him purr.

shouto makes himself comfortable on your inner thigh for a nap, but he finds it hard to sleep when that same scent is flooding his senses. he doesn't want to scare you, but surely one whiff won't hurt, right?

shouto experiencing some type of cute aggression towards you... he's just so enamored by your softness, it makes him want to sink his sharp teeth in.

it almost feels like a dream when shouto wakes up in the middle of the night to find you perched on his lap. you've humped every surface in your room and the ache still hasn't subsided – you're begging him to do something, anything. shouto rasps his rough tongue over your pussy until it's tender, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you until you're sleeping soundly in his bed.

there's just enough time for him to pull the covers over you both and make it look innocent before your owner comes in to see what all the commotion is about.

[sasukelore]

Cockwarming with with todorki and bakugou? I love your work. -🧠

Summary ↳ NSFW, Some of the BNHA boys like to be kept warm. Cockwarming ensues.

Authors note ↳ Weewww another bnha hc? Yes. Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about Naruto. I’ve been meaning to write these kinda hcs for months now, so I thought ‘why not go all out?’. I added Dabi and Hawks into the mix! Hope it’ll add some extra sizzle ✨ also for some reason the character headers are saying they’re explicit idkw LMAO I hope that doesn’t cause any problems or confusion!

Character(s) ↳ Dabi Todoroki Touya , Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Keigo Takami.

Warnings ↳ NSFW. Mentions of genitals, intercourse, kinky, cockwarming, degration.

Bakugou definitely uses cockwarming to tease and put you in your place. But that’s not to say he wouldn’t enjoy it... In fact, he might even overreact, just to see you writhe and whine still on his hardened member.

Move and you’re getting your head pushed into the pillows, a string of curses about how you should’ve listened to him, and that you don’t even deserve what happens next falling from Bakugou’s mouth

Bakugou can be rough as shown above, but he’s very attentive. If he sees you becoming too overstimulated, to where it doesn’t even feel good anymore, he might be a little concerned you’re really not enjoying yourself

He might try to vanilla things if that happens, if only just a little bit.

If you try to casually sink onto him, he’ll complain about what a brat you are sure, but his hands gripping your waist tells you something else

Bakugou loathes when you think you’ve gotten one over on him. Don’t go thinking you’re better than him, stubborn Baku will bite back a raspy groan just for that- Which is exactly what you want not to happen

His little noises have your legs twitching and the slick of your arousal running down your thighs, right down onto his.

He knows what it does to you, and that’s one of the ways he’ll take back control in the situation.

Your hips will be unexpectedly jerking, because fuck, he’s got his hand around your little throat, telling you to shut up, and that he thought you were suppose to be teasing him. You weren’t doing a very good job were you?

He’s boisterously laughing at you. Bakugou your superiority complex is showing 😌😩

But all of a sudden he’s mad at you, because yeah you’re really hot on top of him like this...

Huffing and puffing. He doesn’t want you to get off but he doesn’t wanna fuck you just yet. Just wants to savor the moment for a little while

It’ll be up to you to recognize that, and to rest your head on his shoulder, nails lightly scratching his biceps

Overall, the experience will bring out the bipolar in Bakugou. You never know what you’re gonna get with this man, but I cant say that any of the consequences will have you regretting anything.

Oh. Boy. Will tease you until the day you die.

Dabi would be very amused at you, if you initiated. He’d definitely indulge you, letting you take this as far as you planned.

Don’t take advantage of his graciousness though. The atmosphere can change in an second, and Dabi will have you pinned instead.

But it’s not like he would move or anything... No, you started the game and he wants to play it out.

Oh but you wanna cum? Bad girls don’t get to, but he supposes he can make an exception. Only if you do what he says though.

Dabi’s sweet condescending demeanor frenzies little whimpers to vibrate your throat and move your sweet pretty lips

You’re practically apologizing to this man? Intimidation is radiating of his scarred skin and you’re practically shaking. Which of course, only eggs his attitude on further

Dabi is definitely a clit player. Loves to lazily flick your click right to left back and forth. He’ll do it until you’re overstimulated and until you have tears in your eyes.

Dabi will get aggressive if you relentlessly disrupt the peace by rolling your hips.

Tugging your head by your hair and pulling roughly, all while he has a bored look on his face. He’s unfazed by your brattiness.

Be prepared for warnings, because he’s using his quirk to amplify the pain when he slaps your ass.

It’s really up to you, A have purple burn marks for a couple of weeks, or B, be a good little girl and stay still. Who knew it would be this hard

He’ll love to drawl out his little pet names for you, straight into your ear. Making sure it’s more breathy than normal, you’ll make out doll and sugar emitting from his scarred chapped lips

Shouto is the only one who uses cockwarming casually on a regular basis. While studying, working, maybe even eating, as you fall asleep, etc

He’s so touched starved, he borderline obsesses over wanting you so intimately close to him.

Don’t get me wrong, Shouto respects your space. But if you don’t stop him, he’s pulling you right in front of his lap, and gestures to get on. And who would deny him seriously 😭

He’s so soft. His arms are wrapped around your torso, and his cheek is being nuzzled into your neck

Expect him to be extra extra gentle with you. Kissing your forehead and lightly humming a nursery rhyme

Yeah, really only likes it because of how close he’s able to get to you.

He won’t ever use it as a punISHment or to tease, because of how much he genuinely likes it.

This baby gets so pure istg. He’ll rub your back and ask you about your day, how pretty you look, or if you’re hungry

But sometimes this does lead to actual sex, because he mind as well right?

His mouth opens with a low moan, and if you look closely you can see drool slipping from the corners of his lips

And if you’re falling asleep on him he’ll grasp your hips to grind down on him, just to keep you awake

Shouto is literally the most blunt person when it comes to asking you. Has no shame. Might even ask you in public if you wanna sit on him when you get home

Your back will be arching for this man as he takes your hardened buds on your chest, and delicately swirls his wet tongue in circles.

He lovesss to experiment with it. Making every move he can, just to see the pretty faces you make in reaction.

Love bites will be sprawled out all over your chest and shoulders and collar bones. He won’t get tired of it at all.

The problem with him, is that he will literally try to stick his dick in you anywhere and everywhere.

Don’t sit on his lap in public.... literally don’t. He knows what he’s doing too.The thought of someone seeing you being filled up gives him a sloppy smile and a sadistic laugh.

He’s definitely more of a gentle teaser, but he loves giving his little bird praises as you cry out his name and beg for him to move

“But that defeats the whole purpose? Have some patience for me, ok baby bird?” he says with a smile on his face, seeming unbothered. But his cock is twitching inside of you and his breath is raspy and without rhythm

Lowkey, he doesn’t take you seriously! You’re just so damn cute! Keigo teases you about it regularly. His little play thing, all nice and ready for him.

He pats your head with an endearing smile as you, whine about how he’s not being fair, and how he’s being mean. And to do something already.

He’ll focus on your doughy walls and groan at the warmness throbbing on his cock. He’ll pinch your clit, might even slap it, making you clench and unclench around him

And even after you both finish, he still remains inside of you as his places sloppy kisses all over your shoulders and neck

He’s the biggest tease here and he’ll never give you a break. He’s such a sadist with you, but he knows you love it.

He knows how much you like him calling you baby bird, a song bird, an endearing ‘nugget’ (which will make you giggle)

He’ll use his feathers to send shivers through your body. Feathering your nipples, playing with your hair and brushing it behind your ear. He’ll make them so they won’t even leave you alone, always there, even if it’s annoying you.

Sometimes he’ll get really personal when you’re with him, on him. He’ll say in a faint voice how you make him feel alive, how much he loves you in much more fainter tone. It’s almost a whisper as he traces little shapes onto the lower of your back.

He’ll get super serious when he’s on the verge of sleep. Being with you like this calms him.

[burnedbyshoto]

I really hate you

— Shinsou knows he shouldn’t trust villains. Especially villains who make his mind spin and stomach twist in joy. But there’s something about you that keeps him coming back for more.

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pairing: pro hero!shinsou hitoshi x villain fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, a little bit of juicy plot, pro hero!au, reader is a villain, betrayal, biting, marking, collaring, cursing, hate sex, rooftop sex, body liquids, angst

word count: 8,180

a/n: i like deception :) being a chem TA is pretty fun, except when im in lab for 8 am until 4 pm. listen,,, I also really liked this prompt I made last night because the one I had before wasn’t spicy enough for me anymore. I hope you enjoy though! like comment and share for the algorithm (jk been watching too many tikytokys)

kinktober day 8 main kink: collaring

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When the sun sets, and the moon is high in the sky, and the chill of the bitter cold winds raise ceaseless goosebumps on your arms, and the only people who are up are drunken businessmen and tiresome students, it is a common belief that this is when the freaks come out.

The freaks come out to play at night.

You are one of these freaks.

Heh.

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Shinsou nodded at his friends as he walked through the doors of the agency he worked at. Despite the power of his quirks ability, he was an underground hero (unless the ultra-rare occasion where they needed his quirk in the limelight); he was stationed within a large, well-known agency and was one of the founding heroes there at that. His ability to be hidden from the bright lights of the world were both easy and challenging; most of the world knew him as the kid from UA’s Sports Festival that went toe to toe with nearing number one Pro-Hero Deku. It both irked and embarrassed him when that event was brought up; on the one hand, it was true! He had nearly beat Midoriya during that final stage. Yet, on the other hand, their memories seemed to recall some crazy quirk-fueled fistfight where Midoriya had broken his entire body in the duration of their fight. 

‘No,’ he often found himself responding back to the gentlemen and ladies who would awe at his school-day adventures, ‘there was a fistfight, but Midoriya handled it without using his quirk except to snap him out of my quirk.’

They always looked embarrassingly horrified by their faulty memory when they pulled the clip up on Youtube, their bows quick in apology before they made off. 

But people recognizing him from that was rare as it gets, fortunately even with the large agency stapled to his alias, he was quite good at his job—a shadow in the night, an urgent whisper to the villain freaks who roamed the night.

“Ah, Shinsou-chan!” Kaminari pouted, his body draping over his purple-haired friend as Shinsou moved to change from his regular clothes into the black triple-weave kevlar of his hero suit. He had once sported a black cotton-like costume akin to Aizawa, but after many, many gun shootings and stabbing incidents, he figured he needed something sturdier. 

“What is it?” he asked, rising up from his bent position so that Kaminari couldn’t take advantage of his slouched form. 

Shinsou’s tired, purple eyes met the exhausted pair of Kaminari.

“Today was so hard,” Kaminari sighed, his lip still put into the stupid pout, and he slumped onto the bench behind Shinsou. His feet were spread before him, fingers drumming onto his directional equipment. “Since it’s winter, the night comes sooo much earlier now. I swear some weirdos really appear out of the woodworks when the night comes! Like just before I was going to make my way back here, I swear I saw Aizawa-sensei hanging out on the rooftops like some super-secret ninja, right?”

Shinsou frowned. He knew his mentor turned friend was actually on vacation at the moment in Hawaii. Something he thought, at the very least, was long overdue. 

“Aizawa is in Hawaii right now,” Shinsou quickly spoke, his hands buckling the belt on his pants, before moving to lace up his boots. 

“Oh fuck, I told Todoroki he was in Seoul,” Kaminari cursed, the palm of his hand hitting his forehead. 

“Good going, who knows what weird message or gift he’ll end up sending to Aizawa now,” Shinsou couldn’t help the small smirk from spreading on his face at that note.

After being accepted into the Hero Course over in UA, Shinsou couldn’t help but be initially disappointed when he was placed within Class 1-B — Class 2-B at that point — simply because his mentor was with Class 1-A. The initial disappointment didn’t last very long when he got to know the rest of Class 2-B better, and he saw that while 2-A possessed raw talent, 2-B were more well-defined with a much bigger take-no-shit mentality that he appreciated more. That and 2-A were being strangled by a new villain of the month far too often, and Shinsou just wanted nothing more than to graduate from high school. 

Still, his lack of enrollment in Class 2-A didn’t mean that he didn’t see the rambunctious, nearly intolerable group of twenty in class 2-A. As a matter of fact, he thought he saw them a bit more than he’d like. Aizawa was his mentor, so he understood seeing him around, but for some reason, 2-A was never too far away. As soon as Shinsou was admitted into the Hero Course and the two hero classes had weekly meals together, which meant that to him, just the slightest bit, 2-A felt like an unwanted, annoying, ugly stepchild.

So no, Shinsou could not tell you 2-A’s inside class jokes, but he knew a lot more about the forty other hero students than he’d ever like to admit. 

And through his knowledge, he knew that the ever so powerful Todoroki Shouto was an idiot, probably a bigger one than Kaminari.

“I hate that you call Aizawa-sensei just…” Kaminari trailed off, a disgusted shiver running down his spine as if it sickened him to remove the single formality.

“Aizawa,” Shinsou said once more.

“Stop.”

“Aizawa.”

“Hitoshi!”

“Aizawa.”

“PLEASE!”

“Shouta.”

Kaminari hit the floor, his chest heaving with fake, bitter sobs while Shinsou couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of his over-dramatic friend on the ground. He had to admit, Shouta felt weird on his tongue too.

“Stop making a huge deal about how Aizawa and I are closer than you are,” Shinsou half-joked half-told-the-truth.

He was more than well aware of his mentor’s former students trying to become even closer to their beloved homeroom teacher. All doing it in their own ways, all relatively unsuccessful because unknown to them (but not Shinsou), Aizawa already loved them all thoroughly, not that he’ll ever tell them.

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO SHAVE OFF MITTENS FUR!”

Oh yeah, that had lost a lot of love points for Kaminari.

Sighing softly, Shinsou placed his newly replaced coiled capturing weapon around his shoulders, and his artificial vocal cords mask onto his chest until he was off on patrol.

“Why’d you think you saw Aizawa?” he asked again, trying to finish the conversation so that he could leave. It felt like it was going to be a long night if Kaminari confirmed where his thoughts were already trailing. 

“Hm?” Kaminari finally looked up from his puddle of tears on the floor, tears streaking all over his face, small charges of electricity humming off it. He blinked once, twice, his eyes shooting to the ceiling as if the answer was there before his fist came down to hit his open palm in a flash of realization. “Oh, I remember! There was this person, obviously not Aizawa-sensei, standing by the edge of a building watching everyone below. Hair whipping in the wind and his capturing weapon fluttering around them!”

Just as Shinsou thought.

“Where did you see her?”

“Her?!”

“Where, Kaminari?”

“Uh… well, I guess by Gramps convenience store. Don’t tell me this is some super sexy megafan of yours! Wait… do tell me, or… no, I’ll get jealous if you’re having rooftop sex with — eh?! where are you going?! Hitoshi?!”

“My shift started two minutes ago,” Shinsou explained, one of his hands lifting in a wave as he exited the locker room, his heart hammering quickly, knowing just who he was going to need to track down tonight.

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..

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It was dark.

Shinsou’s eyes squinting as he hopped from one rooftop onto the other, his capturing device assisting him in clearing the dooming crevice. He wasn’t exactly the most physically threatening, and unfortunately, that also meant he wasn’t exactly the greatest at parkour type movements, although he was getting better. Maybe had he started to ask for earlier shifts, where he would be out when the sun was, he could get better faster.

It was tricky with only the moonlight to guide him, but that’s what he could get at the moment.

As he scuffled through the gravel rooftop of one of the abandoned buildings, Shinsou found himself squinting at the figure in the distance. The one perched near what Kaminari oh so fondly refers to as Gramps convenience store.

He studied the form of the picture still person, noticing if it wasn’t for the slight wind through your hair and twisting capturing weapon around your neck, he would think you’re a statue. But he knows better now, he’s known better for quite some time now. 

“What’re you doing out here, y/l/n?” Shinsou found himself speaking the moment he stepped behind you, hands shoving into his pant pockets.

You didn’t move, nor did you respond, your body still completely still while peering down at the empty world fascinated on who knows what.

“Y/l—”

“How can I help ya, Mindjack-senpai?” you interrupted him, your gaze still not removed from the world below the building. “I hear it’s supposed to be a busy night tonight.”

Shinsou paused, his brows scrunching at your words.

It was plain to see to Heroes that you were a villain, you did what you wanted when you wanted, whatever the price, but if there was one thing Shinsou had learned with this rather weird cat and mouse game the two of you played time and time again was that you didn’t lie. 

What was happening?

“A busy night?” Shinsou questioned, his quirk still unactivated, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to Brainwash an answer out of you anyways. “Where at?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. Hero?” you teased slowly, and Shinsou had to deny the way that the way your head finally turned to lock eyes with his made his stomach clench.

It meant nothing.

Nothing at all.

“You know what happens when you slight me,” Shinsou couldn’t help but warn, the bandages on his neck rising under his command. But your eyes blinked slowly, lips spreading into a lazy, cunning smile.

“And you know what happens when you underestimate me,” you returned, fingers gliding against his old weapon — yes, old weapon. Just two months ago, just before your last arrest, you had viciously stolen it from him, your foot crushing his vocal cords while you managed to pry the weapon from his broken fingers. “Anyways, Mindjack-senpai, it’s a bit unethical of you, a hero, to be threatening me in such a way! I’m just a poor girl waiting for the love of my life to show up.”

“And have they?”

You blink, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you nod, “I got him right where I want him.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Shinsou snapped despite the lick of warmth against his chest and cheeks. “I’ll have you arrested again.”

Now, this has you turning from the edge of the building, you sit on the ledge of the building, fingers supporting your head as you stare at him without fear. Shinsou really fucking hated how fast you riled him up.

“Arrested? But Mr. Mindjack-senpai, didn’t you know?” you ask, the taunt evident in your voice, the twinkle in your eye devastatingly bright. “I’m a changed woman. I’m what you call a hero now. You wouldn’t arrest an innocent heroine, could you?”

“You’re hardly innocent,” Shinsou responded back smoothly and deftly, not at all yet entirely impressed by you. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

He blamed his deep impressions of you on the stupid black and purple attire you wore.

“Well, you know as well as I do that I just got out, but I feel like except what happened two days ago, I’ve really changed,” you emptily promise, pushing off the ledge, sauntering closer to Shinsou until he felt the tip of your nose brush against his. “I’ll make sure to think about you whenever… bad feelings come up.”

He prays you don’t see the scarlet flush on his face.

You’re already back at the ledge when he blinks, and he watches you raise two fingers to your temple in a mock salute as you wink at him.

“You didn’t hear it from me, but two blocks east, seven blocks south from the heart of Tokyo is where you’ll find trouble,” you inform him, dropping the salute as you turn to run.

But Shinsou wants his damn weapon back.

“Y/l/n, wait!”

“Yes—?”

You froze at the ledge, your eyes spacing out, and Shinsou sighed, moving to collect his weapon from you until you suddenly dove off the building, a burst of cheerful laughter on your tongue.

“Oh, I forgot to tell ya!” you screamed from the next building over, your fingers threading through the alloy metal cloths. “I got some earbuds just for when you’re around! They make your voice into electrical signals just for me! So guess what?!”

Shinsou didn’t need you to complete that sentence in order for him to realize what you had just gotten your hands onto.

As long as you wore those, his quirk was useless against you.

Despite knowing that a villain held the key to his demise as a hero, he chuckled, running a hand through his short purple hair.

You really were something.

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Shinsou never took himself as an especially suspicious person.

He figured he had days where he was suspicious of some people the correct amount, especially when they had the most painted on emotions he’s ever seen. Some days he was overly trusting and blamed tight smiles on something acute to nerves. Without meaning to brag, he felt like he was healthily suspicious of people, unlike others he knew who wouldn’t dare to interact with anyone new or would spill their darkest secret to anyone who would listen.

But there was something entirely, conspicuously suspicious with how you were behaving.

Winter had long passed, the long winter nights and graveyard shifts of endless freak encounters had worn a hole in his patience and boots. The spring season was beginning to end, and the warm days and nights of summer were setting on his skin.

Six full months of you, the first-ever villain he had fought as a Pro Hero, the first-ever villain to have openly flirted with him and to have him flirt back, being suspiciously… kind. 

Every shift of his, he would find you waiting for him on one of the regular rooftops. Every time he would check in with the database to make sure you weren’t wanted for some crime to find that you were innocent. Every time he would feel pissed off because you wore those earbuds that rendered his quirk useless and you somehow mastered the capturing weapon within weeks.

Now Shinsou didn’t pout, he really didn’t, but there were moments where you would appear from behind him, finger swiping down his spine as you effortlessly twirled around him, a stupid sly grin on your face as you held onto the collar of his hero costume.

“Don’t pout, Mindjack-senpai, I’m here now,” you’d purr each and every time.

He loved the dangerous purr to your voice, the way your eyes hooded over, peering at him through your eyelashes, but he knew better. He had to know better. It wasn’t that villains were terrible people per se; he’d learned a lot of villains were just thoroughly sick of being mistreated (and he had wondered what would have happened if he had been denied from UA… would he be one?). He knew that for the most part, you were quite harmless, merely sticking your nose where it didn’t belong, living a life to your personal laws and rules.

It didn’t make you evil, merely dangerous.

But he had a job to do where even if it was justifiable to beat the ever-living shit out of your sister's abuser, nearly murdering him in rage and refusing to calm down when Shinsou had arrived on the scene with the use of his quirk didn't hold up well in court. It had started this long chain of events where you had absolutely hated him for a time as you were forced to stay overnight in a jailhouse. And many horrible days afterward where you performed what Shinsou had thought to be illegal actions only to find that no, they weren’t. As a matter of fact, entirely legal because Japan had yet to update their codes. 

Long after he had discovered this, you had returned to actual crime, your physical ability growing by leaps and bounds as he ran after you after catching you doing something dangerously illegal. Shinsou was a proud hero and was incredibly proud of the impact he made as a Pro Hero, but it was clear as day, even to him, that he often let you slip through his fingers. Like a child opening their cupped fingers and wondering why the water had left.

He wasn’t sure what it was about you that made him act this way, but he certainly didn’t wish to find out.

“So what’s on the schedule today, Mindjack-senpai?” you asked, appearing from the shadows of the rooftop, not scaring Shinsou in the slightest as this was always where you greeted him. “Are we saving the Prime Minister today? Stealing — I mean, protecting those stupid bedazzled eggs in the museum? Perhaps solving an unsolvable case?”

“Smooth,” Shinsou snarked, his tired purple eyes piercing through your bright ones that seemed undoubtedly excited. “How many times do I gotta tell you that there aren't that many actual case assignments? Besides, most team-ups happen in the morning when I’m asleep.”

“Being a hero is so boring!”

“You’re not a hero.”

“Am too!” Shinsou snorted, turning on his heel and began walking away, listening to your footsteps running after him to keep up with his long paces as you cried that out.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“No.”

“Yes!”

Shinsou stopped, his eyebrow raised in slight forced annoyance but much more amusement, when you spun in front of him, hand on his chest, cheeks puffing with your heavy breathes.

“Look!”

Tilting his head back, Shinsou grunted when your phone was shoved in his face. “What is this?”

“Hero Commission Regulation Handbook, page fifty-four, Article three, sub-article twenty-three,” you chirped, turning your phone back to yourself so that you may read it correctly. “It states that besides attending hero school like a bunch of nerds, civilians have the option of securing internships with approved Pro Heroes and work side by side with them for six months! Once finishing their internships, said Pro Hero must simply sign my licensing papers and bam, a hero I’ll become.”

“And which sniveling hero did you get to do your dirty work?” Shinsou scoffed, not at all buying the notion that you of all people wanted to become a hero. A vigilante at best, an anti-hero much more realistically, and staying a villain as default.

“You,” you smirked, winking at him before turning on your heel and sauntering off, knowing full well the patterns of his routines. 

Shinsou sighed, but he let a familiar smirk fall on his face as he walked after you, enjoying the way you glanced back at him with your wide clear eyes. But that suspicious, gut feeling didn’t leave his core, no matter how sweet and beautiful he found your smile. 

“So, Mindjack-senpai, who are we apprehending today?”

“You want me to sign your paper this entire time, and you’ve been addressing me as senpai?” Shinsou commented, his weapon shooting off to a nearby building, snapping straight in his hand when it was ready. “Where are your manners? It’s Mindjack-sensei to you.”

He didn’t wait for your response, choosing to swing off the ledge of the building with no hesitation, but a part of him wished he could have heard the sound of your laugh he only seemed to hear through the streaming, far away air.

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… 

While usually, Shinsou didn’t have actual cases during his patrols, this job, after all, was much more spontaneous than anything else, today was different.

Today was different altogether, really.

First off, he showed up to work when the sun was still up just to get his meeting intel down in time for him to be out on the scene in time. He had nodded plenty, silently taking in Creati’s information on the drug cartel they wanted to in the next few weeks take down for numerous charges. The creation of dangerous, illegal drugs, prostitution rings, robbery, and murder being the main ones. It was some bigger stuff, so they needed all the evidence they could get.

Shinsou stared at the faces of the more prominent names of the cartel, studying every crook, nanny, and scar on their faces as Creati simply ended with where they focused down onto where their drug creating facilities were at, but still needed confirmation. “They’re pretty difficult to get to without knowing where they are,” Creati admitted, handing him a GPS. “You’ll need this.” He would be the first to start evidence gathering; after all, his old classmates would begin tomorrow.

So he had left, going to the first hideout and finding out it was completely empty. Not a single spec of evidence remaining, not a secret door or trap to get him to where they could be hiding from sight.

So was the next.

And the next.

And the next.

Something sat weirdly in his stomach as he began walking towards the final one on his list, and he froze when he saw lights shifting and moving from around the building. Quickly, Shinsou hopped to higher grounds, his phone already out, ready to take pictures. He lay low to the rooftop, practically army crawling to get to place to place as he neared the windows on the rooftop, allowing him to peer in onto the building he was scouting to find precisely what he needed. 

The entire building was a drug production spot.

His eyes scanned the building floor, singling out ten of the twelve main heads on the cartel, and he smirked. Perfect.

“Whatcha doing here, Mindjack-sensei?” your voice whispered millimeters from his ear, and Shinsou bit his tongue harshly to keep the instinctual scream from ruining his covert operation.

He snapped his head over to you, eyes slightly furious, eyebrows knitted tightly as he looked to see you leaning toward him. You were in a different outfit today, completely black, drowning you out in the night. He blinked; even the capturing weapon he had still been unsuccessful in stealing back from you was pitch black.

“What’re you wearing?”

“Do you like it?” you asked, straightening up and twirling for him as if you were wearing a magnificent dress and not personally created ‘hero’ clothes. “Ah, I hoped you would! Sorry, I had to get rid of the purple. I just felt it made me look too cute, right? I know I can’t have villains falling for me like you had me falling for you!”

Shinsou did not blush, no he didn’t, “shut up.”

“So what are we looking for today?” you asked, pressing down onto the floor beside him. Your arm touching his as pressed your face towards the glass. “Is this a stakeout?”

“Less stakeout, more information gathering,” Shinsou grumbled, typing some needed notes onto a file on his phone. It seemed to him that there was plenty here for the drug making charges. “We’re trying to get their bigger names caught in the action.”

“Oh, I thought heroes just burst in whenever they wanted, that’s what they do in the movies. Plus, you always threaten me with being arrested with no evidence,” you giggle, shifting closer to the glass, smile wide on your face.

“After saying that, say goodbye to me signing off that paper of yours,” he grunted, slipping his phone back into his pocket while you scrunch your nose at him. Shinsou couldn’t help but stare at you as the palms of your hands supported your chin as you hummed some song he couldn’t recognize.

“Ne, Mindjack-sensei, did you get the big boss?” you asked, your finger pressed against the cold glass, and Shinsou frowned, returning his head to the glass.

Right where you were pointing was, in fact, the head of the cartel. He was horrendously scrawny, holding no sense of fear or malice, and Shinsou wondered what his quirk could be that he was in charge of an operation such as this one.

“Oh, his right-hand man came too! All twelve are here!” you cheered quietly as Shinsou took documentation on his phone, and that suspicious rock in his stomach finally made sense at this second.

“Y/l/n?” he asked, head turning toward yours, tired eyes glinting with emotions he didn’t know how to handle.

“Mhm?”

“How did you know there were twelve main members, and how’d they look like?”

Silence.

Shinsou’s lips pulled back into a snarl, his canines glinting as he locked eyes with yours that were wide with shock and disbelief.

“How’d you find me—?”

He watched you lean away from the glass, fingers shooting to your earpieces. And with the inkling of suspicion sprinting through his veins, the purple-haired hero still found that he moved too slow. 

BOOM!!!!

He blacked out when his body flew with the explosion.

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..

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Ringing.

Pain.

Numbness.

Shinsou could only hear ringing in his ears as soot and ashes fell down from the sky, falling on his body, coating his gaping, open mouth as he tried to breathe, trying to calm himself. Was he bleeding? Was he dying? Where was the explosion from? Were you okay?

His eyes blinked heavily, altogether so irregularly that Shinsou couldn’t help but feel he was out of his body when you reappeared in his sight. Your hand pressing to his cheeks sympathetically, eyes truly hurt as you shook your head, hand grabbing into his bloodied pocket to take his phone.

“I’m sorry,” your voice seemingly whispered, just loud enough for him to hear you through the ringing from the explosion. “You weren’t supposed to be here, Mindjack… these are the scumbags that hurt my friends and family. I couldn’t let them live. Plus… I didn't have a choice, they were competition.”

He spluttered, the warm goo of blood and saliva choking out of his mouth as he convulsed on the ground, his eyes watching as you went.

“See you later, hero.”

He tried to yell at you to come back, that you were a coward, a fucking menace that he would destroy the next time he saw you, but his voice failed to work. Nothing was working except his pain receptors, his heart that kept shoving blood into his lungs that he kept spitting up, but he saw flashing white and red lights as unconsciousness sank its jagged teeth into his neck.

An ambulance was here.

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It took four months to recover from the accident.

His hearing had been fucked up. Not even medical quirks had managed to save his hearing entirely. But hey, it did get him the chance for Bakugou Katsuki to come to his room, called him pathetic, and showed off his own hearing aid that he had needed since his quirk had damaged his own hearing. Not to mention that for the past four months, he had been teaching him sign language just in case.

He wasn’t alone, it seemed.

But it was four months, and he had recovered fully.

The hearing aid he required in his left ear still made his ear ache in pain, and he found that he liked it much better shoved in the back of a draw than anything else. But he knew it was dangerous to be a hero without his full hearing. If it hadn’t been for Bakugou’s trial through this all and the help of Hatsume Mei to create a more appropriate hearing aid for heroes, he wasn’t sure if he would still be here — working that is.

But today — or well, night — was a new day, and he was going to push ahead. He could do this, no sweat, no problem. 

Well, that was until an all too familiar figure sat perched on a ledge on his usual route, legs swaying in the air as uncontrolled rage bubbled in his chest. It wasn’t entirely your fault, but a large part of Shinsou was embarrassed to have been caught up in all of this because of you. He had trusted you above all else even when his instincts yelled at him not to because he knew what it was like to be painted as a villain, and he had hoped by letting you in more, you would have changed. He thought you had.

But you hadn’t.

Not one bit.

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…

You sat at the edge of the building, already having heard the loud crunch of Shinsou’s shoes against the gravel rooftop, but you didn’t turn around. You didn’t know how to face him, how to tell him that you were both sorry that he got caught up in your schemes, but that you weren’t sorry for what you had done. Those bastards had it coming.

“Give me one good reason not to push you off the building,” Shinsou growled, probably much louder than he intended. 

Instead of answering, you shrugged.

You hadn’t brought the earbuds that would keep you from being immune to his quirk, and you slightly feared what would happen if you gave in to the whispers of his words. Would you blackout in a daze before coming back to normal only when placed in the prefectures jail? Would he actually attempt to kill you? You had no idea.

But you turned on the ledge, looking at his tired purple eyes that shook with his anger and betrayal. You had done a number on him.

“So, now you can’t seem to respond back to me?” he laughed bitterly, his teeth bared into a way too fierce smile, one that made your heart thump and sent a shiver down your spine. “What game do you think you’re playing?”

You still didn’t answer as you planted your feet back onto the rooftop and stood up, watching as his binds flared to life. Dancing and weaving around him in a dangerous coil of fabric, like a frilled dragon lion lizard extending its skin in a warning.

“Should’ve taken you down with that first time I found you,” he spat, his eyes narrowing as you took steps toward him, and the weapon seemed to snap at you. “Did your sister pull the same bullshit on him as you did me? Is that why he became ‘psycho?’”

Now that one nearly got the response out of you as fury thrummed through your veins as you were suddenly nose to nose. You couldn’t help it, but you knew there was no point in explaining your reasoning for doing what you did because he would never understand; he couldn’t. 

So as his eyes flashed dangerously from your eyes, his breathing coming down harshly against your upper lip, the hatred he had for you (that was probably reignited from a year ago and make it double) simmered between the air between you and him. You couldn’t resist.

Your lips pressed against his in a simmering hot kiss. 

Shinsou shoved you away, as quickly as you had pressed your mouth against his, but you were back on him before he could utter a word. Only that this time, he kissed you back with scalding, burning heat. 

You never really knew how much smaller you were to Shinsou until you were on the tips of your toes to kiss him, his hands practically burning you as they gripped onto your hips, pulling you so close there was hardly any room to breathe. His kiss was hateful, spiteful, and full of unspoken passion the two of you had never addressed during the period that was good. It had been so good, but he was a hero, he would never understand.

His teeth bit harshly onto your lower lip, and you hissed, your fingers burying into his hair and tugging at the root of his hair as his tongue came and pressed dangerously against yours. His tongue was hot against yours, he was undoubtedly much more hotblooded than you were, and with his emotions heightened, he exhausted what. 

Tongues clashed against one another, but it wasn’t even a battle of dominance; it was a battle to find who surrendered. There was to be no joy or excitement for whichever tongue prevailed, just the burning of the tears falling down your face and the acid taste on your tongue as he suckled on your pink muscle.

Your eyes were partially opened, watching his angry yet blank purple eyes meet yours, neither one of you allowing yourself to give in to the pure elation and sensation this was bringing. No, he wouldn’t allow it, and you wouldn’t have it.

The stubble of his beard scratched into your skin repetitively, feeling like sandpaper against your own skin as the kiss deepened, consuming the both of you on a whole new level as your crotches ground roughly against one another. Hisses and groans couldn’t stop pouring from your collective mouths, both of you hating yet craving more from this all. You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he spoke to you like this, would he do something to you while you were like this? So when his massive, thick hand made contact with the underneath of your ass, scooping up your leg so that your covered cunt could now correctly grind into his hard cock, the weapon you stole from him a year ago bound around his neck, choking him, collaring him.

“I like my bitches chained up,” you mocked against his lips, but somehow, someway, Shinsou liked it. 

You groaned loudly at the way Shinsou gasped for air against the makeshift collar, your grin widening as you nodded your head, pulling away from his mouth as the grin became a smirk. “Didn’t think you wanted to talk when we were fucking?” you lied, teeth biting onto his lower lip and sucking on it as your hips oh so artfully bucked against his covered cock. You could feel the growing slick in your panties beginning to feel uncomfortable with the lack of proper friction, and your head lolled backward when he slammed your core against his, devilishly grinding against you.

He picked up your other leg and dropped the both of you to the floor, the uncomfortable gravel stone floor digging painfully into your back, but you could care less. Shinsou’s mouth was already back on your body, scratchy, scraping kisses placed on your neck, making you moan out, legs wrapping around his waist as you cant your hips upward to grind into him.

Unamused with the lack of his hands on your body, you took his arms that were planted at your shoulders and pressed his heavy palms on your breasts, avoiding the pissed look in his eyes as his teeth marked you painfully. You actually shrieked in pain. The feeling of his teeth tearing through the skin on your neck, while his finger kneaded and pulled at your covered breasts. It was unashamedly painful with how he played with your breasts. He seemed to grow happier with every sound of distress you made.

Fisting your hands back into his hair, you pulled him back to your face level, your eyes fluttered at the way his clothed erection carded perfectly between your sopping wet cunt. Blood stained his mouth, making his teeth slightly orange in tint, and you clicked your teeth in partial anger and pain as your neck throbbed. Slamming your lips back against his, you almost gagged at the taste of iron that soared through your senses as his tongue wasted no time to seek yours out. His lips and fingers were so ardent, manipulating your every body movement, cry of pain and pleasure as thrumming hatred for the stupid, stubborn hero above you still coursed through your veins. 

Sweat began to form at your temples as your lips gilded against his, your hips snapping up to meet his grinding hips, and an airy response keened from his mouth as you moaned loudly.

His incessantly grinding hips were making your legs shake with stimulation, your whines and whimpers for more opening like a flood gate as you finally stuck a hand between the two of you and shoved his pants to his knees. You dropped your legs from around his waist, and he assisted you in ripping your pants off from one side of your body, the fabric still clinging to your right leg, but you could hardly care. All you wanted was for him to plant his cock into your blazing heat and to fuck you, to claim you here on this rooftop that started and would end it all. You wanted him, his cock, and him.

“Fuck me,” you begged into his ear, and his back shivered with your words. You hooked your leg around his waist, carding his hot, throbbing cock against your soaked pussy, as you rolled your hips. “I want you to fuck me, fill me with his cock, and cum deep within me to show me just how much you fucking hate me.”

You cried out when his hand shot down to his cock to line it up with your squeezing, dripping hole, his mouth once again covering yours, kissing you aggressively, fueled with an emotion you could taste as bitter hatred. Your legs trembled as the tip of his cock continued to press against your entrance, not entirely entering it, not giving you friction to send you into a euphoric end. You could help the snarl that passed through your lips, your eyes angry beyond repair as the head of his cock continued to deny you. Whenever you tried to grind down, to force your walls around his cock, he went down with you, he wouldn’t allow it, and your cunt clenched against nothing as he gave you nothing.

Shinsou wheezes out a bitter chuckle, his hand raising his cock from between your soaked folds to slap his heavy, thick, and long length against your throbbing clit.

Hatred and desire soak your body, and you needily rub your clit against his cock, your hands shoving up his shirt to feel the scarred pattern of his back as you give him new ones that were produced by your nails.

“Don’t tease me, hero,” you snapped, fingers tearing into his skin to draw blood. “You fuck my pussy so good, right now, or I promise next time you’ll go out with that bomb too.”

That seems to do what you want because before those words settle on your nerves. His cock penetrates deeply within you, bottoming out entirely as your head thrashes back against the gravel of the floor, throbbing pain from that entirely ignorable because fuck, his cock was stretching you out. He was so thick, so fucking veiny that you could feel the pulsating veins on his cock pressing against your puffy, sensitive walls. You scream his name as the pleasure-filled pain pulses within you, your hips thrashing, wildly bucking in your attempt to calm from the sudden placement of his cock.

“Why are you so fucking big?” you splutter, a whining pitch to your voice as you clawed at his back, trying to separate your joined bodies but also trying to get even closer. “It’s so big, my walls feel like! Oh fuck, Shinsou, it feels like Imma split in two!”

It seems that Shinsou holds some great pride over those worse, because he growled deep in his chest, and his hips begin to fuck into you. It sends your hands to the base of his neck, clutching onto his skin with hope as you scream in pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the wet squelches fill the air and tickle your ears. The head of his cock keeps dragging against your spongy wall, brushing over your g-spot over and over again as if he knew where it was, as if it was common knowledge as he fucked you further into the gravel floor. It didn’t even hurt anymore, your skin singing with joy as his cock fucked you stupid.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” you whined, and Shiinsou made an approving noise. 

He grunts as your cunt flutters and clenches around him, his balls hitting your skin in possibly bruising force and speed. And his pelvis crashing against your stings ever so slightly, but has you begging for more, sobbing for more.

Your vulgar words and moans are unstoppable at this point, your legs and thighs trembling as they are still circled around him, sometimes assisting you in coming up to meet his driving, drilling hips. You whine into his ear, your mouth pressing blind and sloppy kisses against his slick with sweat neck.

It’s when both his hands bring your hips up to him, his cock finally bottoming out entirely within you, does the most primal moan rip through your mouth. You convulse underneath him, trying to move as the head of his cock buries against your cervix, poking your womb with power and speed that has you swearing behind the blackness of your vision that this sensation brings. You can see the entire galaxy, the world lighting up when his cock leaves the thin wall, and you gasp, shocked that the heat and slick of your cunt is still going. You tremble underneath him, wordless cries pittering from your mouth while he bites on your earlobe.

You soon readjust to the numbing pleasure, the bruising pleasure, and pain that comes with his cock slamming against your cervix. The way that he thrusts up into you, stretching out your walls far more than you were ever used to.

 A pathetic cry escaped your lips when he rolled over so that you were now on top, your body bouncing as soon as it could against him. You keened and whined, feeling the top of his cock licking your cervix, and you spluttered.

“Fuck this angle, this angle and your cock!?” you stammered, fists curling into his collar as you rode him, his hips snapping up into yours with that same animalistic power and speed.

His pace is irreplicable, near maddening with every successive thrust of his hips. Each snap, each wet noise sends you close to the edge, your inner walls clenching and milking his length with greater power as your senseless cries fill the night sky. His grip on your waist will leave purple bruises later tonight, you just know it, but the fire in his eyes as you lock fazes is enough for you to be okay with it.

Its intensifying, deepening, fire erupting in your core as your cunt throbs.

Sweat, tears, and spit fall from your face, and Shinsou surges upward, kissing you with everything he can. It's a maddening escape of lust and need and hatred being exchanged, saliva spreading between you, covering your hot faces with slimy coldness, But you keep him close, your mouth drinking him in more, begging for more as your tongue sinks into his mouth.

His fingers rake down from your back. Past the curve of your clapping ass and onto your powerful thighs that helped in your action to claim his cock. Your joined mouths, both parted in silent screams, wordless begs for more, branding curses that spoke of his hatred for you, your hatred of his job.

Fuck this, fuck that, fuck, fuck, “fuck!”

You held each other impossibly close. Despite the barriers of shirts and armor separating your chests, you swore you could feel his hammering heart flush against your chest. A steady, consistent beat reminding you that this was a one-time thing, that this was yet another bomb with only one explosion to it.

“S-Shit!” his voice finally managed to escape from the makeshift collar, and you nearly sobbed at the sound of his gravelly, husky voice. 

You still hated him, you really hated him and his stupid deep voice. 

Your back arches as the control you had on collar suddenly slacks, as if you had never had it there, and his own noises of sex, of hatred, of pleasure fill and echo in your ear. You can hear him mumbling something in your ear, your head pathetically nodding, tears streaming down your face only you can’t seem to figure out why. The throbbing pressure in your stomach made you near uncomfortable as his cock sank and disappeared from your cunt, your walls' vice grip becoming tighter and tighter and tighter.

There’s vigor, untapped lust, pent up frustration as he rolls you both around, pushing you back into the gravel and dives his length into your wet, loud cunt without mercy. You were overworked, over thrilled, the pressure of your coming orgasm snapping into your every fiber of your being, your toes curling, and drool seeping from your lips as he growled. 

The noise seemed to resonate deeply in your own chest, and he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, pathetic, needy noises escaping your lips as you stared into his angry, lusting eyes. And as he buried his teeth into your bottom lip, his nose scrunched in an aggressive snarl, he spoke with finality:

“Cum.”

You weren’t sure if you had suddenly fallen under the persuasion of his brainwash, or he just knew you were overfilled with pressure, but you went rigid in his hold, your eyes rolling backward, and your vision going white. You came in powerful waves, electric stimming vibrating through your entire body as your spongey, wet walls clamped around him, and Shinsou came in a guttural groan. His hips snapping into your with five last, robust, resounding thrusts until your trembling abdomen and thighs were stilled with his crushing weight.

 You could feel his hot cum pulsing and thriving deep within your cunt, and you panted heavily, your body feeling alarmingly weak as the both of you lay there. A puddle of cum, tears, drool, pain, longing, and hatred.

He lays on top of you, his chest heaving with his breathing, and you felt frozen beneath him. The pain of the gravel roof no longer adds to your pleasure but rather is stabbing you in pain. It’s quiet as you lay there.

He’s quiet.

You’re silent.

“Why’d you do it?” he asked suddenly, interrupting the silence that you hated.

“I can’t tell you,” you admit, voice thick and heavy with untold emotions.

“You know I’ll have to arrest you, right?” Shinsou spoke softly, but he didn’t move to capture you, and you didn’t move to run.

What was the point? It wasn’t as if there was ever a fighting chance for the both of you. The world would have never allowed it, so why bother?

“I don’t think you hate me enough to arrest me right now, sleep on it,” you softly chided, your eyes staring up into the universe, begging to know why they made you a freak?

“Not right now, you spent all my energy,” Shinsou admits, rising up from you, his soft cock removing itself from your humming core, and you looked away to keep from staring. “I really hate you though, y/l/n. I don’t like liars or pretenders.”

“Convince your cock of it next time,” you couldn’t help but fire back, your upper lip curling in your anger and hatred at the sound of his zipping pants.

Silence and a beat follow your words.

“I’ll tell you this now,” Shinsou spoke, turning on his heels, his tone was cold, distant, like a stranger who could care less for you. “Don’t let me see you again. If I do, I promise you, I’ll send your ass to Tartarus. We’re no longer on good terms.”

Anger, hatred, and fury course through your veins as you stand up, legs weak, but spirit wounded as you pull up your pants, uncaring of his cum leaking from your slit. 

“Don’t you dare show your face to me again! Next time I won’t save your fucking ass when I blow something up!” you snapped, the tears running down your face uncontrollable although your voice never gave it away. It didn’t have to though, he turned around one last time, and his eyes met yours, and the two of you glared and simmered. 

But, he didn’t bother to respond back as he disappeared into the shadows of the night sky.

You collapsed onto your knees, exhaustion finally catching up with you, and you realized his capturing weapon you had stolen was finally taken back by the rightful owner. You fell forward, the tears and silent sobs muffled by your bitten lip as you stayed on that rooftop for an hour. Crying like a freak.

Truth be told, you weren’t even sure if you ever hated him.

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More Izucrew headcannons:

They have the rich kid squad (Momo, Iida, Todoroki) and often go on shopping trips using Todoroki’s fathers card, we all know this. Momo offered to just make the clothes, but Todoroki said no

Izuku and Shouto are really good at treating burns...

Shinsou regularly does shots of espresso like one would do regular shots. He just lines them up. Sometimes he will use sugar, sometimes he won’t.

They all ask Izuku to analyze them while fighting fairly often, and then they all work on special attacks

They all help Shinsou with his quirk, testing its limits, duration, etc. The first time Izuku offered, he may or may not have cried

Momo makes everyone weighted blankets

Aoyama reminds everyone to take care of themselves as much as Iida or Momo. He tells them that they need to get rest, drink water, and take care of their mental health in order to shine like him

Izuku recorded as much as he could when m*neta was being a perverted wench, and sent it to Nezu. M*neta was promptly expelled

They all try and get bakugou moved to another class, because every time he comes near izuku outside of training, he still gets scared

Todoroki, Aoyama, shinsou, tokoyami, and izuku have Reddit

They all have a bunch of stuffed animals, and if one of them is having a bad day, they will gather all of the stuffed animals have a cuddle pile in mountain of plushies

Nezu has favorites. His favorites are the izucrew

They help Momo make moderations to her hero suit, because like,,,,,,,, no.

They sneak a large array of animals into the dorms; including, but not limited to cats, dogs, bunnies, and snakes

The vent gremlins include shinsou, izuku, todoroki, tsu, and tokoyami

Izuku and ochako have started keeping lists of good comebacks

Izuku and ochako have also started keeping track of how often todoroki and tsu accidentally roast people

Tsu and tokoyami have started keeping a list of all the times izuku, shinsou, and todoroki say worrying things and think they are completely normal. These things include, but are not limited to jokes about their trauma, insomnia and lack of sleep, fathers, and bullies)

They have all spray painted “endeavor sucks” on the side of his agency. Todoroki has several pictures of it, and claims that that was his favorite day ever

Ochako and Iida have offered to track izukus dad down, and have a “talk” with him

Mei hangs out with them a lot and they all experiment and make support items and gadgets a lot. Izuku and Mei ramble on about what kind of items might be good for other classmates, or hero’s.

Shoji also hangs out with them sometimes, and joins in the cuddle piles. Izuku, tsu, and Aoyama like to hide in his arms

They help Mei get materials power loader won’t let her have. This has caused a lot of trouble, but Nezu likes to watch the chaos and always lets them off the hook. Aizawa wants a raise. So does power loader.

They all learn sign language so that they could communicate easier with Mic, and think it’d be better for hero work if they could communicate more with civilians, and communicate silently with each other.

Tokoyami and izuku tried to sacrifice mineta and endeavors souls. Tokoyami tried to sacrifice bakugous as well

They’re all very kind and considerate towards everyone, so they know what people like/how they act/how to help them/etc. So, when someone is being rude to someone in the crew, they go out of their way to not do the things they’d normally do. Oh, bakugou called Hitoshi a villain? Okay, he’s not getting any spicy foods that he asks demands for when they go shopping. Oh, bakugou called izuku useless again? Okay, let’s use up all the hot water, and tape over his favorite show. Etc.

One time, someone called Hitoshi a villain in front of the crew and has not been seen sense... nobody called Hitoshi a villain after that.

People often call izuku’s very attentive and intense analysis creepy, and it makes him think of middle school. The crew makes sure to reassure him that it’s not creepy and that they appreciate all that they’ve learned from it, which is why they ask him to analyze their quirks. They also “talk to” the individual who made Izuku feel bad.

In general, they’ll defend each other tooth and nail, we all know this. Iida tried to kill someone, and todoroki was ready to fight a police officer to defend all of their actions. We love to see it.

Todoroki gets Uraraka’s parents out of debt using who’s credit card? Endeavor’s. Endeavor’s credit card

Jirou also hangs out with the izucrew a lot, as they are slowly but surely collecting all of the emos. All of them. They all swap playlists

Tokoyami, Uraraka, Aoyama, and shinsou all compare izuku to a bunny.

Uraraka, izuku, todoroki, and tokoyami all work in the occult at times. Todoroki originally got in to spite his dad, but now he’s really into it. Shinsou likes to watch the chaos, but does not wish to partake at this time.

Again, there will be more as I have izucrew brain rot right now. Have a good day!

[katsuflossy]

hello!! can i request hcs for black!reader with really long dreads, and shinso, aizawa, and todoroki’s reactions please :)) also i hope ur having a great day!! ( ˘ ³˘)❤︎

Reacting to a reader with locs

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x reader, Shouta Aizawa x reader, Shouto Todoroki x reader

TW: none

A/n: I was so happy getting this request. Coming from a family with a lot of Rastafarians I am in love with locs (i don’t call them dreads that’s a whole nother convo). I hope you enjoy 💖

Taglist: @melanimed @myhoodacademia @mypimpademia @sheepydumpling Wanna be apart of my taglist?

🔮 He’s mostly like a wallflower, just leaning back observing his surroundings.

🔮 So when he saw you the first thing that came to his mind was “Woah, you fine asl”.

🔮 No matter how short or long the length of the locs are, he’ll still admire you from afar.

🔮 It’s a situation of “look but don’t touch”. Mainly because he is quite introverted and will not make the first move unless you two are forced to interact. Plus he doesn’t want to offend you by outlandishly staring at your hair. It’s all admiration, zero fetishization for you.

🔮 If you have locs longer than chin length, he loves seeing your hair down. When they cascade over your shoulder and just lay there. Once a relationship is there, and if you allow him, he’s the type to unconsciously play with a little loc or two.

🔮 Secretly gets excited when you ask him to help you with your hair. Don’t rush him to hold a section or to just get it off your neck, he gotta wipe the sweat off his hands before giving his assistance.

🔮 Has an extremely gentle hold on your hair. His hands (oh his hands) are large enough to hold all your locs in one. He’s glad to be a great help on wash days. Shampooing? Hot oil treatment? Just a regular head massage? Just say the word. He’ll be at the door, smirk stretched across his face saying “Does my baby need me?”

🔮 Will kiss the tears on your fingers if you need to retwist your locs (bro the pain is worst than a papercut)

🔮 After you both are done with your hair routine. He just stays on the couch, cuddling into your neck because he’s obsessed with the tropical smells from your hair products.

🥽 Another one who secretly admires from the shadows. You’re most likely a fellow teacher and he intends to have a professional relationship with everyone (clearly that fails bc all the other teachers are hella friendly). He’ll be very grateful for a water cooler conversation with you so he can have a front seat view of your black beauty.

🥽 His favorite is seeing your dreads in a low bun (like his at the conference meeting)

🥽 He had to take you in all your glory. The 5pm glow and your soft smile worked together to light your brown skin. He practically could draw your whole face from memory. Not on no creep shit, he will stare at you all day, no eye drops needed. I

🥽 His second close fav on you is a scarf updo where few strands fall into your face. He couldn’t help but to tuck a bothersome one behind your ear during your daily conversation. Immediately, he apologized for touching your hair without permission (he’s an educated one yall) before you reassured him it was okay.

🥽 The more comfortable he becomes, the more straightforward he would be with his admiration. He’ll give you compliments as you greet each other in the hallways.

🥽 A lil Christmas hc in the middle of this: He is your Secret Santa for the annual UA’s staff Secret Santa event. His gift? An expensive loc care set including wash day equipment, moisturizer, butter, special oil, and a loc retwisting tool.

🥽 (This was wayyy over the agreed budget but they don’t know).

🥽 Are you in love? Cause I believe I am.

🧊 He’s so forward with his looking, it was actually scary at first.

🧊 He just...stares. Not in a creeping way ofcourse, just unfiltered admiration and curiosity.

🧊 They’re just so long, and pretty, and different (in a good way).

🧊 Will tell you upfront he really likes your hair. He has no filter nor shame.

🧊 Will ask you questions about locs. He is the one that may be interested in how you achieved the style, why you did it, all that jazz.

🧊 Favorite hairstyle to see you in is just anything with hair accessories.

🧊 Gold thread, conch shells, mini butterfly clips, he just loves seeing you be confident and comfortable to try out any and everything.

🧊 His staring is even worse if you have colored or highlighted locs. He will remind you every minute how amazing your hair looks.

🧊 In a school setting, they know better than to sit you two close together because Todoroki will not pay attention for the sake of it. The minute he finishes his work early, his eyes lay on your hair, scanning over your locs from crown to end.

🧊 You don’t understand...he’s Obsessed.

[shotowoki]

PAIRING: shouto todoroki x gn!reader WARNINGS: fluff, swearing, kissing, mutual-pinning, implied nsfw, pretty much just fluffy goodness :) WORDCOUNT: 4k

SYNOPSIS: Being roommates out of sheer convenience shouldn't have been a problem. It shouldn't have been as difficult as Shouto had made it out to be. I mean, you two barely spoke, barely found time to be together in one room and barely even came in contact with one another despite living under the same roof. It really should have been a piece of cake. But the feelings Shouto had for you grew larger with every day that passed, complicating things far more than was necessary...

In an empty room, Shouto lay sprawled on his bed. The thought of you conquering his mind as he envisioned you in your entirety.

The lazy slither of moonlight that pierced his curtains left a gentle glow across his face, the sorrow in his eyes highlighted as he pondered over the same thing he did every night. Who were you?

It seemed like a stupid question on the outside, as to those who didn't know you two well, you seemed like good friends. After all, you did live together; it would be harder to know nothing about the other. But, in Shouto's case, he knew near nothing about you. So, every night he lays in his sheets, frustrated with his lack of knowledge, listing all the things he did know. As he balled the covers under him, intertwining his fingers with the cotton, he asked himself one thing: 'who were you?', once more.

There were a few vague things he knew. He knew you worked as an office assistant, finished your work off late at night in the kitchen, took around 45 minutes in the shower, you rarely ate food at home, and brought take out every other evening. Not to mention, you barely left your room and thus leading to this lack of relationship between you two.

But what did this random trivia on you do for him? Nothing. It provided him with zero useful information, nothing to work with, and it most certainly did not quench his curiosity for you.

A heavy exhale parted his lips, and he sunk deeper into his mattress. Maybe this was enough for today. The constant worrying about you wasn't doing him any good, and he knew it. At this point, his curiosity was turning into something more. Before Shouto knew it, his once frustrated wonders had turned to admiration. And this was his current situation, face feeling hot as reality hit him like a train. When did he start to like you, and more specifically, why?

That empty feeling filled him once more; the lack of answers to all these questions had him feeling beyond exhausted. He barely knew you, and yet even moments like these felt like enough. A small rush of nervousness always stopping him in his tracks whenever the sheer thought of you crossed his mind. It felt ridiculous and brought Shouto way too much humiliation. And so, he shook these feelings off. The mystery that was you was far beyond his reach, and it was time he submitted to that fact.

Fluttering his eyelids shut, he put his mind at rest, drifting off into dreamland.

The next day had arrived, Shouto's previously exhausting night already long passing him. A wet towel swung over his head; he exited the bathroom somewhat wet, and ready for a new day.

A cold shower did the job alright, waking him up and helping him forget about the endless thoughts of you that had him up late last evening. All that remained was to fill his stomach up, and he would forget the whole ordeal. Still slightly embarrassed at the realization that he had caught feeling for the stranger that lived in the room opposite his own.

Scrubbing his hair and patting his face dry with the towel on his head, he entered the kitchen. He expected it to be empty like every other regular morning. But instead, Shouto was greeted with arguably the worst and best thing. There you sat at the kitchen island, eyeing a cup of coffee, evidently zoned out.

Shouto stopped in his tracks, and his heart dropped to his stomach. If it was even achievable, the beating of his heart was more rapid than humanly possible and probably more audible than ever. Why were you home? Not that he was complaining, it was just rare to have you home this early in the morning. Did you not have work today? Did something happen? Why are you just sitting there staring at a cup? All these questions sprung up in Shouto's head as he stood dumfounded and nervous.

His cheeks lightly sprinkled in a pink blush; he just stood there awkwardly, not daring to even move an inch. To anyone but himself, he would look pretty composed, but internally he was malfunctioning. He had hoped for a moment like this to arise for a while now. But now that the opportunity had presented itself, he barely knew what to do. It didn't help the fact he was already a flustered mess over the thought of you last night, and now there you sat in front of him.

Taking one deep breath, Shouto resumed his walk to the fridge, waving off the nerves that had built up inside him.

"Good morning, y/n. It's rare to see you home at this time." Shouto attempted to break the silence in his signature monotone voice.

It remained pretty tranquil for a bit. The only noise being that of Shouto making himself breakfast and the sound of you taking a shy sip of your drink.

"Morning. I don't have work today, so I'm home."

Your voice simmered out into the atmosphere, but it remained looping in Shouto's mind. As his back faced you, he felt his ears get hot, and he knew for a fact, he was beet red now. How did just hearing your voice already throwing him off guard?

Shouto gently exhaled, feeling his adrenaline spike through him. He just needed to stay calm. But how could he when he wasn't accustomed to hearing your voice, especially when you spoke so softly? Having a crush on your roommate was most certainly an inconvenience, as Shouto struggled to keep his concentration on making a simple cup of coffee for himself.

"Oh. Did you finally get a day off?" Luckily Shouto's voice came out calm. He'd be damned if he stumbled and made himself look more like a fool than he already had.

Well, he looked like a fool to himself, at least. You barely took notice of the random pauses his whole body made or the way he would occasionally take self-soothing deep breaths. If anything, you wouldn't even know if this type of behavior was unusual for him since you saw him so rarely.

Come to think of it, you don't even have a baseline to work with when judging his overall character. That's partially due to the fact you two have never actually sat down and bonded, which led an idea to spark off in your mind.

"Yeah, it's my first day off in a while." You spoke in a slightly more upbeat tone now, excited for the proposition you were about to make. "So, since I'm home, how about we hang out and get to know each other properly." You smiled his way, tilting your head slightly as you awaited his response.

And just as the suggestion escaped your mouth, Shouto made the unfortunate mistake of turning around, his surprised expression out on display as he was yet to process what you just had said.

"Um, sure." is all Shouto was able to say. His heart thumped out of his chest, and his words knotted up in his throat.

The sudden proposition you offered him had him speechless. All these sudden coincidences being the last thing Shouto expected. Was it all too sudden, perhaps? Either way, he wasn't going to deny the opportunity at hand because who knew when you would be free again. Finally, this was his chance to answer the question that has been keeping up at night. And somewhat address these feelings that had started manifesting.

"Then, I was thinking... maybe we could have a movie night?" You chirped, leaning over the counter in excitement.

"You know, there's this movie my coworkers have been talking about, and I've really been wanting to watch."

For the first time, Shouto got to see you relish in your interests. A cute smile curling the corners of your lips as you spoke, rambling about this so-called movie. He couldn't help but smile at your bubbly nature, getting lost in the expressions you were making that he has never before seen. The way your eyes lit up and your hands waved around as you tried convincing him to watch the movie. Little did you know, you didn't need to convince him of anything, he would agree to watch anything with you. But he wasn't going to burst your joyful bubble now. He wanted to savor this moment, and so he let you speak whatever was on your mind, just burning this moment into his memory.

Dazing at your soft lips as you spoke, he realized how zoned out he had become; your speech becomes just a faint murmur in the back of his mind as all he could think about was how much more beautiful you looked up close.

"Ah, sorry! I completely went on a tangent there. I tend to do that when I get excited. I'm sorry!" You giggled while exaggeratingly facepalming yourself.

And with that, he was once more snapped back into reality. What were you just talking about? Aside from the mention of a movie night, Shouto couldn't remember much else. He couldn't have retained anything that fell from those pretty lips of yours. And down the gutter, his thoughts went once more. The overwhelming flustering feeling washed over him as he realized what ideas exactly he was having right in front of you. He needs to hurry up and respond to you rather than just standing there aimlessly staring at your lips.

"Don't worry about it. You look cute anyways when you're so excited about something." Those words left Shouto so fast he could barely believe he had said them himself. The humiliation already settling itself as he cursed himself for being such a creep.

The sudden affection from your roommate had you stuttering. You have had your eye on him ever since you moved in together. What was there not to like about him? He was good-looking, always left food out for you, and cleaned the apartment before you got back from work. The only issue was you. You were far too shy to admit to these feelings, your one solution being to lock yourself up in your room and avoid him like the plague. Today just so happened to be the exception as you felt a tad bit confident when he nonchalantly (as you perceived it) walked into the kitchen.

Now a compliment of this magnitude was the last thing you expected, and so your insides burnt hot as you shifted in your seat.

"Sorry! I didn't mean for it to come out that way." The concern in his voice was more than evident, the furrowing of his brows in frustration delivering his apology clearly.

"No-no, it fine! Really."

"What I was trying to say was that a movie night sounds great!" Shouto bopped his head down as he managed to completely fuck up this one opportunity that he had. To him, it seemed as though he had ruined everything, but if anything, he had succeeded a lot more than he gave himself credit.

You were still giddy at his subtle compliment, heart racing at the fact he called you cute. CUTE. Failure should have been the last thing on Shouto's mind as if he observed you a little more closely, he would have noticed the satisfactory grin on your face.

"Great! I'll meet you in the living room at 5 pm then." You hoped out of your chair, putting your empty cup away.

You definitely wanted to stay with him longer, but you needed to calm yourself down. The knots in your stomach tightening by the second as you felt flustered by his presence.

"Right."

Gently, you squeezed past him as you exited the kitchen, the cozy heat that radiated from his body sending goosebumps down your skin. Even with a touch so short-lived, you couldn't help but freak out. How would you manage this evening? Only future you will know the answer to that question.

As quickly as you parted ways, the evening arrived just as fast. A golden sunset burst through the living room window and drizzled the atmosphere in sweet honey. A soft breeze floated through as Shouto sat anxiously waiting for you.

His outfit was bland, but it was expected of him. Just a pair of generic grey sweatpants paired with a white tee. As stated previously, his attire was very bland. But it was comfy, to say the least.

Just on time, you finally met him at your designated period. Your heart hammered out your chest, not only from the nervous itch that was being with your crush, but the possibility of this all being awkward. It felt like meeting a stranger, only with an odd sense of familiarity attached. Maybe then calling him a stranger would be a poor analogy. Perhaps it was more like being left alone with that person your friend was trying to introduce you to. Yeah, that's a better parallel for how this all felt right now. However, it all still felt rather exciting.

"Hi! Are you ready?" You giggled as you sunk into the couch, sitting beside him.

"Definitely. What's the movie called again, y/n?" The way your name so easily fell from his lips set off the butterflies in your stomach.

It sounded so pretty coming from him, way prettier than you could have prepared yourself for. Suddenly, you found yourself speechless, mind going blank as you fished for the name of the movie you knew.

"U-um, it seems my mind has gone blank. Give me a second."

Rubbing your arm in an attempt to calm yourself, you let out your signature laugh. The golden hue of the sun stirred the color of his heterochromatic eyes as you glanced back at them, still thinking of the name of the movie you knew just a second ago. Attentively, his eyes examed you, and you managed to catch sight of this glance.

"Don't worry, take your time." With that, his eyes shot back up meeting yours. "Do you happen to be cold? You're rubbing your arm."

That explained his gaze, but it didn't happen to settle the nerves inside you. And in your flustered state, you responded with the first thing that came to mind as you swatted your hand to your side.

"Ah, yeah! It's a bit chilly with the window open in here."

Right on cue, Shouto reached for the blanket on the sofa, wrapping it snuggly over your shoulders. The way his slender fingers brushed against your skin as he positioned the fabric on you made you freeze. You could barely hear yourself think as your heart ran wild, adrenaline surging your veins. His face was so close, so close you could see how his eyelashes softly brushed his cheeks with every blink. Fast, it all happened so fast, and yet the memory replayed in slow motion in your mind. The way he just swept in and then back out.

"There. If it gets too cold I'll close the blind." He smiled at you comfortingly before reaching for the remote.

You couldn't do anything but sit there wide-eyed, your nervousness being unbearable.

"The movie... I can't remember its name." Finally, you admitted defeat, done battling your mind that was clearly not regaining composure any time soon.

"That's fine. I guess we can just watch whatever piques our interest for now. There's always next time."

There's always next time. The implication of another hang-out was soothing. Knowing that this wasn't a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity managed to quiet you down slightly as you repositioned yourself to sit more comfortably on the sofa.

"Right!" You beamed in agreement, turning your attention to the tv.

The mindless scrolling through Netflix lasted a while as you made conversation with one another. Talk of how most movies were boring filled your discussions, exchanging laughter here and there too. It all felt so reassuring, and both of you were starting to feel more relaxed. Movie after movie, it felt like you were about to hit a dead end until you eventually landed on something intriguing.

"This one! This one looks good, right?" You explained, pointed to the digital screen that gently lit up your faces.

"Right, it doesn't sound bad."

Shouto was beginning to uncover you and your character a lot better now. Seeing as you got excited about the most random things, but also the way you were so easily caught off guard. It put a soft smile on his face as he just admired you silently.

The movie began to play, the two of you settling down as the noises from the tv exclaimed through the speakers. To say that Shouto was happy was an understatement. Looking back on the evening from just last night to now was a huge shift, and a huge shift in the direction he could have hoped for. It was the start of something he had been wishing for long while now.

Hearing you laugh at the actors on screen, turning to face him as you shared the humours moments with him had him feeling all gooey inside. Lightly, your leg would occasionally brush past his, making him more than eager to pull a move on you. Fuck it, right? Apparently, Shouto couldn’t just have his cake, he wanted to eat it too.

You were far too cute in this moment, nudging on him softly as your laugh radiated through the air. And so, in a moment when his adrenaline spiked and clouded his judgment, he snaked an arm over you shoulder, cradling you into his chest. You gave into his invitation, resting against him.

Not to say you were all calm about the exchange, you were in fact the complete opposite. It was really happening, you were laying in Shouto’s toned arms, his fingers gently gliding up and down your forearm as he sunk down onto the couch. Laying himself down and then you on top of him.

Was Shouto calm about this, then? Definitely not. His hearts rapid beating was audible as you rested your head on his chest. Smiling hazily as you realised he was just as nervous about all this as you.

As he lay under you, you soaked in his touch, the way his toned figure felt as your hands snaked around his waist. And the way his breathing gently cascaded a chilly breeze down your neck, shivers forming along your soft skin. Ever smooth shift and touch his body made against yours was thrilling.

At this point you weren’t even concentrated on the movie, and instead on the boy under you. The movie acting more as background noise to the thing you really wanted to watch. Glancing up at his soft features, the way his plump rosy lips were slightly parted as his eyes shifted across the screen. Oh how you wanted to kiss him in this moment. What was holding you back exactly?

You could lean any minute if you just so pleased.

“Shouto?” You finally spoke up, interrupting the tranquility between you two.

His response was a simple hum, eyes falling to meet yours. The way he held eye contact, smiling at you invitingly was enough to have anyone falling for him. You felt extremely lucky to be even given the chance to be in this position with him.

“Can I?” You started, lifting yourself up slightly.

“Can you?”

He quirked a brow at you as he sat up to meet your movement. Trapped under you as your two legs straddled his lap, you gave him a sheepish smile. A short moment passed without a response, and Shouto smiled at you suspiciously, leaning in to jokingly examine your face.

“What’s on your mind?”

At his unannounced actions you glanced away, but Shouto only pulled your chin to look back at him. A smirk growing on his face before his palm came to cup your cheek; his other hand resting nonchalantly on your thigh.

And like he knew exactly what you were thinking, with a light brush of his thump against you bottom lip, he dipped in for a kiss.

His plump lips meeting yours. Soft, they felt so soft as they moulded perfectly with yours, meting against the other. The tender way his lips hovered for a second as he pulled away, licking his lips and then coming back in. Glazing you in his touch, he began to move again, taking in one of your lips at a time, relishing in your sweet taste. The way his lips massaged yours with every move he made had you pressing yourself into him.

It felt relieving in a way, finally dining the dish you’ve been craving for so long. After all these months you two have lived together, finally you both were holding each other like you have been wanting. Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers weaving throw his hair as you yearned for more.

Your plush tongue came to meet his, intertwining with the other. Happily, he ventured your mouth, taking in every inch of you. Smoothly dragging his tongue to the root of your mouth then pulling himself out, until he came back in once more to suck you back in.

The only think separating you two being the string of spit that drizzled off each other’s tongues as you caught your own breaths between each embrace. Your merciful moans he swallowed, his delicate hands travelling up your spin. They left a cold trail, fireworks erupting your stomach as the adrenaline of this all began seeping in.

You two were getting too carried away, but it just goes to show how bad you wanted one another. Shouto, however, wanted to clear things up before you continued any further.

He pulled away breathily, blinking at you with delight in his eyes.

“Y/n, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now, and i’m sorry if this is sudden. But, I like you.”

That sentence alone had you more flustered than your previous touches and you smiled like a kid with candy.

Was this a dream come true? Maybe it was, which in that case, you definitely didn’t want to wake up. But, lucky for you, this was in fact reality.

“I like you too, silly” You giggled only inches away from his face, and the instant grin that sprawled across his lips was the only confirmation you needed.

Instantly, he engulfed you in a tight hug, his head cradling itself into the crook of you neck.

“Then how about we finish this off in my bedroom now that you’re all mine.” Was the last thing he said, his lips resuming their bidding on the soft skin in your neck.