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hydrangeapartridge · 1 year

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Until death brings us together Chapter 4 : DEATH

Final chapter of my Ghost Shinsou x reader fic!

You can read it on AO3

Title: Until death brings us together

Stauts: Complete

Tags/Warnings: Shinsou x reader, ghost!Shinshou, modern AU, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Character Death, depression, toxic friendship (not with Shinsou), sadness, pain, needles, perfusion, hospitals, mention of cancer, drugged drinks, ethylic coma, accidental death, suffering, disease, bullying, bittersweet ending

Rating: E

Summary: It starts slowly, insidiously; the sadness, the restless nights, the tears you silently cry at night alone in your empty apartment. That’s coincidently when you start seeing him: the man with the deep violet eyes, and he’s following you.Is he an evil spirit? Is he death? Or is he your depressed mind playing tricks on you?

You fall into a routine with Hitoshi. A dangerous one. Dangerous for your sanity. Because it just feels too real. Like he’s an actual colleague, or a roommate, made of palpable flesh, supported by solid bones. You tend to forget he’s not even breathing.

He’s with you at work when you take your break alone; he’s here on your couch in the evening when you need to talk about the upsetting things that happened during your shift. He’s here in the morning, teasing you about being a zombie before you had your coffee. You have his undivided attention when you talk, as he has yours when he sometimes tells you about his parents with watery eyes in the late nights of the week-end. He doesn’t want to go see them; you asked.

Since he’s become your supernatural roommate (companion? Friend? ..? You don’t know, you’re not afraid of him, but of what you want to call him), you’re…. better. Surprisingly so. You should be afraid for your sanity; you still had the pills you wanted to take when you first noticed him, but things in your life are weirdly easier. It’s easier to talk with your colleagues, the doctors seem nicer, more approachable. More human. You truly realize you’re all in this together, and they’re flawed like you are, but it’s fine because Dr Stiles has a beautiful wife that he likes to call “his heart” and one of your stoical older colleagues is a grandmother now and talks about her grandson with tears of emotion in her eyes. They are touching. They are people like you are, and not robots who do the same routine as you,; people that you pass by without seeing them, without caring, despite being a nurse.

Kagura even apologizes to you one day. You accept to hang out with her again, because she’s not so rotten, just insecure. You only promise yourself you won’t make the mistake of not setting boundaries with her this time. Oddly you have a feeling it won’t be a problem. When you hear her laugh again for the first time in weeks, it brings a smile to your face.

Generally, you tend to see the silver linings of things a lot more than before, the brighter side of negative events, the glass half full. And it feels great actually. You feel better.

Your life is far from perfect, and work is still difficult, but you truly feel better. You even go as far as starting random conversation with strangers at the mall, in the café where you still like to hang out. There you often chat with the new barista, the one with freckles and a smile that feels like sunshine. You even got his number. His name is Izuku. But Izuku’s not the one towards whom your thoughts always drift out without your consent.

It’s bad, how important Hitoshi became in your life; how close he is to your heart, he who doesn’t exist anymore. Thanks to his presence, you never feel lonely; you’re capable of being brave; braver, because he’s never too far away from you, even when you can’t see him. And because of it, you selfishly refuse to let him go.

You did research on ghosts, browsing weird websites to gather information you’re not sure you can trust. And you’re convinced he’s here for a reason, which probably isn’t keeping company to a depressed meaningless little nurse. Yet you don’t want him to leave you, so you ignore all the stuff you read about ‘accomplishing something so they can finally rest in peace’. Given how he’s gone; how could he ever be at peace? All that stuff’s probably bullshit anyway… right? Sometimes you still feel guilty for not telling him about those unscientific researches; for not at least trying to set him free.

He never approaches the subject of the future with you. Maybe he’s content with your actual situation? Or maybe he can’t wrap his mind around the concept of leaving forever. Of disappearing. Everyone’s a little afraid of death. Maybe that’s just why he’s here in the first place? Because he doesn’t want to make the big jump. Because his death was so sudden he wasn’t prepared to go; and he’s still not ready to go.

That night, you’re in your bed, musing over all this bullshit under your blanket, unable to sleep.

You can’t sleep because you’re thinking of him, and those thoughts treacherously go towards the feelings you’ve grown towards him.

If only he was still alive. If only he was a resident in your hospital, things could be much simpler. Would have been much simpler. You don’t know the guys who did what they did to him and either they don’t care or they are traumatized. Either way you hate them. You feel like they robbed something from the both of you.

You could have loved him. Would have loved him.

It’s easy to let your thoughts wander to that fantasy. You imagine dates in cafés, ice-cream under the sun at the beach… and then more intimate situations.

Mindlessly, your hand has travelled down your stomach and between your legs. During one second you feel ashamed of what you’re about to do. But the desire burning deep into your core is stronger. Your libido has been down for months because of your state of mind, and now that its awakened, the need you feel for release is unbearable.

It’s not difficult to imagine Hitoshi above you. Your creative mind offers to fill in the gaps as you picture his naked body; lean but muscular., taking you while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear in that smooth voice of his. His resonates clear and deep in your mind and his half-lidded purple eyes watching you are easy to picture.

“Hitoshi please” You don’t hear yourself breathe his name with your pulse pounding against your temples.

You’re almost there.

“Yes?”

His voice has the effect of an icing shower and you jolt up, grabbing your blanket to hide yourself, to hide the activities you were abandoning yourself to.

“W-what are you doing here? How long have you been here?” You ask too quickly, a little panicked.

“I just arrived, I thought you called me”

“I didn’t.. I-”

You stop when it occurs to you that maybe you moaned his name. A desperate groan escapes you and you hide your burning face under the blanket. A moment of heavy silence, and then Hitoshi dares to ask : “Were you doing what I think you were doing?”

You roll yourself until you’re a blanket burrito facing away from him.

“Do you want me to leave?” He asks next, maybe a little bit embarrassed. At least he doesn’t sound angry.

You groan again and try to disappear into a mountain of blankets. You’ll never be able to look him in the eyes again.

There’s a moment of silence, and you think he’s gone, never to come back given how disgusted he must be with you.

But you think you feel the blankets shift when in truth they don’t shift at all, and his voice is closer to your ear when he says. “I have to admit I’m kind of flattered”

You peak out from under your blanket, face so hot you’re surprised there isn’t smoke coming out of your ears. “Really?”

Hitoshi, who’s lying on his side ontop of the covers, facing you, graces you with a bashful smile. “Really”

“You’re definitely not real”

He chuckles at your comment, the sound of it music to your ears.

“I’m sorry” You mumble, mouth hidden by your blanket.

“I’m sorry too….” He tells you, and then there is a shift in his eyes. “That I can’t be with you like this”

He’s very intently looking at you, and the mood changes back to something more serious. “That I can’t touch you the way you want me to” He continues, and the way his voice lowered has you shiver. The tension is back in you, the desire renewed between your legs from just a few words.

“I wish I could feel how soft you are, how smooth your skin is” He confesses, his dark amethyst eyes never leaving your body, trying to see more, like he can see through the barrier of your blanket.

One hand slowly moves towards you, and although he can’t, it’s like he’s cupping your cheek. “How sweet you would taste”

There’s a tingling in your lips when his thumb ghosts over them. It’s like you can feel him there next to you. The warmth of his touch, almost real, sending electricity coursing in your veins wherever the echo of his skin touches yours.

“I would kiss those perfect lips”

His fingers travel down to the hollow of your neck, and his face comes closer, his lips close to your ear as he whispers: “I would make love to you all night long”

A sigh escapes you and the previous ache you felt in your core awakens again, burning ten times harder. You’re probably going mad at this point, because no one touching you as ever felt as good as Hitoshi just being here next to you, talking to you.

“Go on, don’t be shy, let me admire you, my pretty kitten”

The pet name makes your cheeks heat up. Still, you push your blanket away, unashamed of showing him your body now that you’re excited. You instinctively know he’ll take care of you and help you tend to your needs.

“Yes, just like that. You’re so beautiful” Beside lust, there’s a hint of another emotion in his voice, something like regret or sadness that he’s trying to hide. But your brain stops focusing on it the second he says: “Now touch yourself for me.”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest before it races, your blood pounding in your ears. You close your eyes and let his voice guide you, fill your mind until the only thing you can think about is him. Obediently, your hand travels down to resume your previous activities. Hitoshi is so close to you. You’re sure he’s watching your every move. You’d love to see the look in his eyes; maybe he’s licking his lips from time to time. But you still feel a bit shy and it’s easier to keep your eyes closed and abandon yourself to the pleasure you’re sinking into.

“That’s it. My sweet kitten. So nice to everyone. You deserve to feel good”

You whimper, the pace of your hand on your clit increasing. You’re so close already. You’ve never been so aroused so quickly and if you weren’t so lost in the moment, you would feel ashamed of nearing the age so easily.

“Let me make you feel good”

He’s so smooth, feeding you with praises in a steady flow that brings wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through your whole body. Slowly your arousal builds up with the way he keeps bringing it higher and higher from his voice alone, like he’s growing a fire by slowly but meticulously blowing onto its embers.

“I want to hear every breath I would draw from you”

The ghost of his touch tingles under your skin, warm and inviting, comforting.

“Say my name again”

You obey, crying out his name just before a powerful orgasm steals your voice and all the air from your lungs.

It takes you a moment to come to, and when you open your eyes, Hitoshi is still lying next to you, a wickedly satisfied smile on his lips. You feel shy again, exposed in only your underwear when he’s fully dressed. You bring the blanket up to your neck and his smile becomes gentler when he sees the way you’re blushing.

“Feeling good?” He asks, shifting closer.

“Perfect” You whisper. “Thank you”

“My pleasure” The melody of his low purr almost makes you want to have another go at whatever ghost sex you just had. But your muscles are sore, and you feel exhausted.

You don’t have time to ask him if you can somehow return the favour, even if he doesn’t have a body, because your eyelids fall heavily over your eyes, and you feel yourself helplessly drifting to sleep.

“Sweet dreams kitten” He whispers, and as you close your eyes, there’s a warmth on your forehead where you imagine he’s gently kissing you.

“Good night Hitoshi” You try to whisper before falling asleep.

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The next day, you are in an excellent mood. You spend a lazy Sunday at home, drinking hot chocolate while watching a movie as rain pours outside your window.

Hitoshi appears at one point and the smile you give him is positively beaming. He sits next to you, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and you chat about the work that awaits you this week at the hospital.

In that moment, close to him, you feel content. You feel complete and at peace. You hope he feels it too; that calm.

That night you throw away the pills before his eyes, and when you go to bed, Hitoshi is not too far, and there’s no anxiety to keep you awake.

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Your honey-moon phase is short lived. What goes up must always come down they said, and things soon started to go downhill.

It starts the next week-end when you go to your usual café. Hitoshi’s sitting across from you, and the next moment he’s not. Cut mid-sentence he disappears. When he comes back, you brush it off with a smile. However these incidents keep happening more and more often. At home, when he’s next to you, you don’t feel the warmth from before anymore, and looking at it more closely, he’s becoming more see-through with each day. You have more and more difficulty seeing him, hearing him, and he looks more and more transparent, the tips of his hair and his fingertips sometimes even blurred, like he’s fading into the atmosphere.

At first you deny he’s starting to vanish from your life. But you can’t hide from the truth forever, and you have to face the fear that keeps you awake at night.

Then, you start feeling selfish, for. How could you help him feel at peace like he helped you? You realize you can’t live like this forever. You’ll grow old, and what will happen to him? Will he stay in between forever? Is there something you can do so his soul can rest in peace before he just disappears?

With these thoughts soon comes another question: if you killed yourself, would you be able to stay with him as a ghost forever? No, you can’t let yourself think like that. You have your whole life ahead of you when he was robbed of his. He would never forgive you if you ended it for him. And he would be right about it.

You’re so caught up in your racing thoughts and anxiety that you barely even enjoy the few moments you manage to spend with Hitoshi.

One rainy day, when you get home from work after no seeing him during your shift, despite calling for him, you find him waiting for you beside the couch.

He looks sickly pale, even for a ghost.

The way he softly says your name when he invites you to sit down breaks your heart.

“I think it’s time for me to go”

You want to stand up, to confront him and if the gesture he makes with his hand to appease you is enough to keep you sitting, it doesn’t stop your voice from cracking.

“What do you mean. Go where?!”

The pained look in his eyes is torture to watch.

“ Since the day you threw away those pills away, I have more and more difficulty maintaining myself here. My consciousness is getting blurry and in my mind it feels like there’s something pulling at me, trying to lead me somewhere. And I think I need to follow it” He clutched an the blurry fabric of his shirt, just where his heart should be. “I feel it in my gut, my job here is done. You’re safe, so I can go. ”

This time you get up. You try to embrace him, but this time your arms just pass through him.

“Please no, don’t go, I need you. I can’t live without you!” You can’t stop the tears that are streaming down your cheeks. Angry and sad, you try to grab at him, to hit him, to push him, whatever it takes to just keep him here with you.

“You know we can’t stay like this. You need to move forward, to enjoy your future. I won’t change, I’m not even really here. I will only hold you back if I stay. I have to see what’s next. I’m not afraid anymore. You gave me courage” His smile doesn’t reach his teary eyes.

“But it’s unfair, you helped me so much” You sob, your tired arms falling to your sides.

“You heart is too tender for this world. But it is not a bad thing. You are a good person. You help people” Hitoshi’s voice is harder and harder to hear, slowly becoming a low whisper. “Live for the two of us. Enjoy. I wish we had met earlier but if at least I could help you so you wouldn’t end up like me, I’m glad. I’m glad I met you. Live long and live well… ” You can’t see his legs anymore, and his waist is starting to evaporated into the air, like he never existed.

You’re powerless. From the beginning you were powerless. You hate that he was given to you and that now he’s taken from you. God, spirits, the devil, you despise whoever put you through these wonderful moments just to rob you of them. You despise the guys who had Hitoshi killed…. But amongst the pain and sorrow, you manage to tell him the most important thing. The thing you don’t regret.

“I love you” You cry, and the look of surprise on his face is blurred by his fading contours and the tears streaming down your face.

His amethyst eyes widen before they soften. He forces one last smile for you and if his last words are barely an echo of a noise, you’ll never forget them “I would have loved you too”

In front of you there’s nothing but empty air. Around you the only sound is that of silence. You fall to your knees and cry your heart out for him.

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The next day, you call in sick. You don’t want to do anything, don’t want to see anyone. You leave Kagura’s worried messages on ‘unread’. You rummage through your trash can, looking for the pills, but they’re long gone.

The next week, you at least take a shower before going to work, your only intention being to steal the pills again. At night, the bottle in hand, you look yourself into the mirror. Dark bags under your eyes, pale skin and untended hair… you look like shit. You look into that poor girl’s eyes; that poor girl who has her whole life waiting for her. You throw the bottle of pills against the wall with all your force before you start crying again.

The next month. You accept to go out with Kagura. The pain so vivid before is a dull ache that makes you feel numb. You don’t want to do anything, but you let her take you wherever she wants. When she goes to use the bathroom, the bubbly freckled barista comes to have a chat with you. He manages to bring a small smile to your face.

The next year, you’re texting Izuku in the train that brings you to Hitoshi’s hometown. You place white lilies on his grave and pray that he’s in a better place.

Years later, you marry that cute barista who brightens your life like sunshine. When the two of you have children, you make sure to show them they’re not alone and listen to their struggles. You are overjoyed when they become parents too. You keep your job as a nurse until your retire and with your husband and family, you overcome all the smaller troubles that life brings you.

At the end of a full life with no regrets, in your hospital bed, you close your eyes and greet death like an old friend. A tall figure extends a pale hand to you at the end of a tunnel of light. You get closer and find shiny violets eyes wrinkled with the hint of a smile. You take the silhouette’s hand, unafraid.

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clooverhoover · 2 years

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..♡ bnha boys + nighttime cuddles ♡..

touches ask game!! | feat. midoriya, todoroki, tamaki, kaminari, bakugo and shinsho | bnha girls ver

➵ midoriya

nighttime had always been sort of a tough time for you. it was cold, lonely, and a lot too convenient of a time for sad thoughts. you never could fall asleep immediately, your brain instead preferring to dwell on all the shitty and embarrassing things you had done in your life. but not on your sweet, will-walk-to-the-ends-of-the-earth-and-back if you so wished boyfriend, izuku’s watch. to iida’s displeasure, he would sneak into your room in the dead of night, when the goody-two-shoes engine man was gone, and cuddle you, holding you close to him, whispering soft, love-filled nothings into your ear until you both drifted to sleep, hoping that the moment would last forever.

➵ todoroki

the soft, grey moonlight illuminated the peaceful sleeping face of your candy-cane-themed lover, from where your face was, which was barely an eyelash away from his, he looked absolutely ethereal, like he exuded a faint, starry glow. as if he were a fairy prince. what did you do to deserve as fine of a man as he? that would remain one of the world's greatest mysteries, you suppose.

your musings are cut short when shoto pulls you impossibly closer, your bodies flush against each other, his left side like a mini furnace, making the need for a blanket obsolete. you bury your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent; which smelt of a crackling bonfire, like pine and the night breeze. you never wanted to let go of him, and he would have it no other way.

➵ tamaki

being the shy, touch-averse cinnamon bun that amajiki was, you never expected to have a lot of cuddling or touching, though you were a little sad about it, you respected his boundaries and would hate to overwhelm him or to cross them, and you had already come to terms with that. but god, you were so wrong.

you had been together about two months and yet here you were; snuggly wrapped in his warm embrace, his arms clinging onto you like you would somehow disappear.

“bunny?” a soft, groggy, half-asleep voice whispered, “i love you,” he said with a yawn. you could feel the smile radiating from his face without even looking as he placed a chaste kiss on your hair. god, you were so in love with this boy.

➵ kaminari

you lay dormant, mouth open as quiet snores escaped it. your silky hair messily spread about the wrinkled sheets that denki was supposed to change three weeks ago. his and your limbs entangled together in a love-filled mess. his head lay on your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart and the gentle rise and fall of your breathing. he was going to regret staying up later, he could practically hear aizawa scolding him for falling asleep in class, but it was just too peaceful. the moment too perfect to waste not experiencing.

“jesus, i’m such a simp for you,” the blonde whispered, arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer. staying up late would be future denki’s problem. right now, he was just going to bathe in the bliss.

➵ bakugo

surprisingly, katsuki’s main love language, other than cooking food spicy enough to burn your tongue worse than his quirk would, was touch. really anything from a simple reassuring squeeze on the arm to carrying you around bridal style ‘just cause i fucking can’.

“shut the fuck up, idiot. go to sleep already!” he had hissed as he buried your face into his chest, his muscled arms holding you softly, yet tightly, his touch overflowing with love for you.

when he had invited you to stay over and sleep with him after your standard saturday study session, you hadn’t thought he was actually being serious. but who could say no to his cute little face? where did the prideful, overconfident explosion king of murder go, would be a question for later. for now, all that mattered was the peaceful, flustered ash-blonde clutching you close.

➵ shinsho

coincidentally, both of you were insomniacs used to spending hours staring at the ceiling, rolling around your bed looking for a comfortable position that didnt exist, and scrolling through whichever of your three social media app addictions you chose to indulge in that night.

coincidentally, too, when the clock hit twelve midnight, you to were both fast asleep, burritoed together in a fluffy blanket, the sixth episode of the kissing booth, or whatever movie series he had let you choose for movie night, playing quietly on hitoshi’s cat-sticker-covered laptop laying haphazardly on the bed, alarmingly close too the edge. truthfully, neither of you really cared for movie nights or corny, mass-produced over-romanticized teen romcoms, you just needed some excuse to spend hours with each other without needing to talk. you just needed the other, and that was enough.

#drabble #headcannon #bnha headcannon #deku x reader #tamaki x reader #bakugo x reader #kaminari x reader #shinshou x reader #bnha drabbles #bnha #mha #todoroki x reader #cuddles #sleeping together

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moonlit-mizukage · 2 years

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Chapter thirteen: But all jokes aside

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n is a third year student at UA university. Over the last two years, she has had a run in with a few of the more popular students on campus. When her best friend, Fumikage Tokoyami, drags her very first frat party, she get a little too drunk. Y/n decides the best way to express her feelings for these guys is in some really angry letters. Back at her dorm, she end up passing out and Tokoyami mails the four letters out. This causes an uproar on campus for her between quite a few people as the news of this event traveled quickly around campus. Things were looking down till the five of them get parried up in a hero training assignment. Can one of them really break down her walls? Or will they remain on her enemy line forever?

An: sorry this took so long to come out 😭😭

Masterlist

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shisnhou · 3 years

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visit gone wrong!

pairing: third year! shinsou hitoshi x third year! fem! reader

genre: fluff

cw: suggestive themes, not proofread

wc: 2.5k

an: for the sake of this au lets pretend shinsou is from class 1-b but make them third years

"yeah, kinda lonely here." you joke over the phone while tying your hair up.

on the other side of the phone, is your boyfriend shinso hitoshi, the man with the pretty purple hair, and tired eyes that had him always mistaken as aizawa's son.

"and what are you going to do about it?" he jokes aswell, running a hand through his purple locks. you smirk infront of the mirror while you fix the shirt, that he owns, over your body.

"can you come over?" it's more of a joke than an actual need, but nonetheless you miss him. its been more than a week since you two have seen eachother, you underestimated their watch over the dorms, most especially aizawa who always has an eye open.

"you want me to?" he sounds surprised, but in delight. its not anything he hasn't done before, he always used to climb up your window before dorms happened.

"i mean, if you dont mind or anything." you shrug, grabbing your phone from your bed before walking out of your rook to grab something to entertain your sweet-tooth from the kitchen.

"are you really sure? isn't mister aizawa out there or something?" he asks again. he really wants to see you, but the risk is kind of high considering that aizawa has a high guard over class.

"he isn't here i guess?" you trail over the phone, entering the elevator to the first floor. he chuckles over the phone as he seemingly rolls out of his bed.

"you guess? really (y/n)? what happened to your intuition skills?" he jokingly asks, trailing his fingers on his ginger cat who's sleeping delightedly on its own bed.

"too tired to use it." you simply reply. he chuckles at your response, walking to his closet to grab a small bag of goodies.

"lazy ass."

"yeah right. you're a lazy ass yourself." you say, finally make it to the first floor.

"(y/n)! do you wanna join?" kirishima waves at you from the living room, holding up a deck of uno cards.

"pass! ill join you next time." you wave back as you make your way to the kitchen. kirishima pouts before nodding and sitting back on the couch.

"what are they doing there?" shinso asks you after hearing kirishima yell something. you hum a reply as you open the fridge.

"deck of cards and shit." you reply lowering your head to look over what's left in the fridge.

"(y/n)-san, would you like some tea?" momo pops up from behind you with a tea cup. you turn to look at her while she holds up a cup of tea.

"dont mind if i do- thank you yao-mo." you wink at her only for her to wink back.

"tea, huh? fancy." shinso chuckles from the other side of the phone.

"its yao-momo of course its fancy. miss girl came from a rich family." you reply as your eyes finally find a bar of chocolate that's labelled bakugo. you smirk at it as you grab both chocolate bars.

"damn rich asses." shinso laughs it off. you cock up a brow as you look at your phone, why the hell is there so much noise coming up from his side.

"what the hell are you looking for?" you ask, closing up the fridge then turning to grab a small tray from the cupboard.

"nothing- much." you hear a grunt coming from him. you shrug your shoulders with another hum carefully placing the cup of tea on the tray and both chocolate bars on the side.

"sounds like you're jacking off or something." you smirk. he scoffs from the other side as you hear more rustling around.

"don't be dirty, i don't do that shit." he cockily denies, making you roll your eyes at the obvious lie.

"mhm, sure you dont sir."

"(y/n), could you make me a bowl of cereal?" from the living room asks denki.

"yeah in a minute." you say as you pull out the cereal box from the cupboard.

"are you his maid or something?" shinso asks slightly disturbed by denki asking you something he could do himself.

"no, not really, this is kind of normal since we ask each other to do shit." you reply making him huff.

"fancy." he bitterly, but simply replies. you grab the milk from the fridge before pouring it over the cereal.

"you mad or something?" you cautiously ask, placing the cereal on the tray aswell.

"no." he sounds like he's out of breath making you a tad bit concerned.

"is someone chasing you or something?" you frown as you walk to the wooden table with denki's bowl of cereal.

"have you guys seen bakugo?" you cautiously ask making them all look at you, some with teasing eyes and some with genuine confusion.

"no, but why?" mina looks at you with a teasing look. you playfully roll your eyes at her as you pass denki his bowl.

"thank you." denki says with a small wink making you wink back.

"i grabbed his chocolate bars, dont tell him." you throw finger guns at then before making your way to the elevator with your small tray.

"hitoshi?" you ask from the other side of the phone only to be met with silence. he cut off the call without telling you, unknowingly a frown creeps up your face.

he isn't like that, he usually would tell you if he were to hang up the phone. maybe his phone suddenly died, or maybe their teacher came in their room, you don't know.

but nonetheless you're going to enjoy your tea and chocolate (courtesy of bakugo) even if he hung up the phone. but still you cant feel comfort if he hung up like that, is he upset or something.

"fucking christ hitoshi." you curse underneath your breath as you press the elevator button to your floor. your free hand presses the call button on shinso.

asshole turned down your call.

"fine be like that." you whisper to your phone as you made it to your floor. quickly you make your way to your room to eat the food on the tray.

"i'm going to rip your balls off—"

"that sounds painful." you jump in surprise.

on your bed is your dear boyfriend shinso hitoshi, your eyes widen and you swiftly place the tray on the desk before jumping into the bed.

"ouch." he chuckles as soon as you land on his chest. you bite his shirt while you wrap your arms around his waist, he ruffles your hair with a small smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"don't make me worry like that." you say, playing with the fabric of his shirt in between your teeth. he only smirks at you as he continues to ruffle your hair.

"no promises."

"no promises my ass."

you slap his chest and he laughs. that very delightful laugh that you would give up anything for just to hear it everyday.

"how'd you get in here?" you ask him as you fix yourself. he sits up straight against the headboard making you straddle his lap.

"the scarf thing." he simply replies, eyes still locked on yours.

"hmm, you've perfected it?" you ask him. he looks at the window and runs a hand on your hair before looking back at you to reply.

"not perfect, but i'm there." he says. you nod at him as you let your body fall into place against his.

"how'd you get out of there?" referring to their dorm.

"just like i usually do: jump out of the window." you chuckle at him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"and what about ginger?" ginger, shinso's orange cat that you gave him for christmas last year. he looks down at you as continues to play with your hair.

"i couldn't bring him, he cant climb up windows and shit." he says ans you pout. "if you want to see him, try jumping at the window as well." he smirks and you frown.

"yeah damn right i'll do that." you frown even more. "and get caught by mister zawa." you frown making him laugh again.

"mhm, and then we'll be separated." he adds.

"then principal nezu will be against it." you continue.

"then we'll be forbidden." he smirks at you and you smirk back.

"then we get married for the irony." you two say in unison. he laughs at you and you scrunch your face at him.

"no for real though, how are you going to go back." you sigh.

"tomorrow morning or some shit." he says hands moving down to the curves of your waist.

"stay the night?" your face lights up with a smile. he nods at you pressing another kiss on your forehead.

"cool. so what do we do now?" he says and you climb off his lap before grabbing the chocolate bar from the tray.

"are those the bars you stole from bakugo?" he asks.

"i didn't steal them, its called pay back. pomeranian shit stole my ice cream." you huff as you open the packaging.

"petty."

"it isn't petty, as i've said its called payback. get your facts right." you say as you whisk out the chocolate and break a long strip.

"mhm, totally is." he rolls his eyes making you roll yours in return. you place one end in-between his lips and you place the other in between yours.

he looks at you in the eye with a lazy smirk. you raise your brows upwards as you straddle his lap properly.

you start to chew on your side as he starts to chew on his. you place your hands on his shoulders and he places his on your waist.

one inch closer and your lips with his. a tent starts to form underneath your clothed area. you cock a brow at him as you pull down the zipper of his hoodie to expose his toned chest.

"baku-bro! it just chocolate don't get so worked up about it!" it sounds like bakugo's throwing a fit outside but you don't give two shits. right now your eyes are peeled on the man infront of you.

"where's that piece of shit?!" more yelling but shinso is so close to you. your lips nearly touching with your hands on his chest he slowly starts to grind on you.

"fuck baby." shinso growls against your lips before taking your lips to his. his hands going underneath your shirt feeling the soft skin on your stomach.

your tongue dances with his. completely being bottomed out by the hot man, his lips against yours as he continues to grind up on you with his hands slowly going up on your breasts.

"(y/n)! open the damn door." its a distant yell and you hear nothing so does shinso. with your eyes locked upon eachother he detaches his lips from yours before moving to your neck.

"baku-bro! chill, we can get more—"

"that was limited edition dumbass! you can't find it anywhere else!" shinso's mouth on your neck as he sucks on it making marks as dark as his hair. your hands go up his hair as you scrunch them.

"(l/n) (y/n)! open the fucking door!"

"too loud aren't they." shinso smirks at you as he flips you over. with a giggle you completely remove his hoodie and in view is his well built chest.

"too fucking loud." he growls in you ear as he bunches up your shirt from the collar and readies to rip it open.

"you locked the door didn't you?" he asks.

"double locked." you reply with a wink and he lowers himself to your lips. excitement pools in your stomach when he finally rips your shirt open revealing your black bra that he gave you.

"fucking sexy." he whispers against your lips as he unclasps it from behind.

"whats all this mess?" an older voice making everybody out there shut up. but you and shinso are too into the mood to give two shits.

"(y/n) wont open the damn door." you're entirely sure that, that's bakugo but as for the man you cant seem to pin point who he is.

"eyes on me baby." shinso single handedly kneads your breast making you take in a sharp breath.

"(y/n)." a knock on your door and you still dont stop, shinso continues to mark your neck like a hot meal.

"(y/n). open the door." again. but this time you're looking at the door.

"who's that?" you blurt out making shinso look at the door.

"dunno." he replies with his hand still on your breast but eyes on the door. suddenly the knob twists making you two freeze.

"(y/n), she's in there right?" then it hits you its aizawa. you and shinso look at eachother and you two quickly scramble, you roll of the bed on to painfully plop on the floor making you grunt, loudly.

"(y/n)." another low call makes you and shinso crack up a bit. but to the people outside it sounds like a cracking bone.

"where's my hoodie?" shinso asks you as he bites down his lips to avoid himself from laughing.

"i- don't know." your voice cracks as you look at your frantic boyfriend who's seconds away from laughing his ass out.

"step back the door." your eyes widen along with his. aizawa's going to break the door and you quickly stand from the position to grab shinso and place him infront of you.

"bitch im not the sacrificial lamb." he says as he holds you wrist.

"hitoshi, im naked." you say and he looks around the bed. he doesn't have a clue where that hoodie is, and thats an issue.

you hear a foot tap against the door and you quickly grab whatever is on the floor to which is shinso's hoodie.

"give me that." shinso looks at you and you smile, closing your lips avoiding to be brainwashed. he looks at you as he holds one end of the hoodie.

"babe, give me—"

before he can even finish the door busts open. shinso grabs your shoulder and places the hoodie against your exposed chest.

"(y- n)." aizawa's hair is up and his scarf is floating, ready to be used. shinso looks at aizawa with wide eyes as your face is pressed against shinso's bare chest.

"is there a villai- n..." midoriya looks at you with his body glowing. almost everybody is there and you're here half naked. bakugo's eyes irk at the sight whereas aizawa, aizawa is frozen with his eyes twitching.

"don't re—" before shinso could use his quirk on everyone aizawa manages to be a step ahead of him and stop him.

"wh— what are you two doing." kirishima is fhe first to talk and you stifle a laugh as shinso looks away with a blush on his face.

"i don't even want to know what you two are doing but follow me." aizawa growls expecting for you two to follow him as soon as he turns his back. but there's nobody behind him.

"what are you waiting for." he growls again.

"(y/n), needs a shirt, her.. s.. shirt is, uh, ri-pped." shinso stammers making you stifle another burst of laughter.

"fucking hell."

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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Can I order a hotdog with ketchup and french fries to share with Denki and Shinsou?! - 🌸💐

Normally, I'd tell someone to keep it to one character for events like this, but this was too good to pass up 👁👁

Summer Feelings Event

'sandy boy' / Kaminari D. x Reader x Shinsou H.

warnings: NSFW, semi public sex, blowjobs, anal fingering, bottom Denki because yes

words: 1,343

“Ugh, I have sand everywhere!” Denki whines, his face scrunching in discomfort.

Both you and Hitoshi snort in amusement. Unlike your other boyfriend, you and Hitoshi decided to stay situated on your shared towel, hidden away under the umbrella. Denki was the one who chose to roll around in the sand. Sharing a look with Hitoshi, you sigh.

“Denki,” you start, “what gave you the idea that rolling in the sand was a good idea?”

Denki flashes you a pout as he plops down before you; instinctively, you spread your legs, allowing enough room for your boyfriend to shimmy in between and rest his back against your chest. “We’re at the beach, aren’t we? You’re supposed to play in the sand.”

“Yeah, but not roll all over like a dog,” Hitoshi speaks up. He quirks an eyebrow. “How bad is it?”

Clearing his throat, Denki squirms in his spot, reaching down and tugging at the hem of his trunks. “Uh…” He trails off, a slight blush blooming on his sun-kissed cheeks. “I’m feeling sand in places where it shouldn’t be.”

You wrap your arms around Denki’s thin torso. His skin is warm yet grainy; naturally, he didn’t even bother to brush off any of the sand clinging to him. He really is a baby that needs constant supervision, isn’t he? “Alright,” you say, glancing over to Hitoshi, “guess that leaves no other choice than to get you cleaned up.” You pinch his side, causing Denki to squeal. “Get up, big boy. We’ll help out.”

With that, the three of you get up and take off towards the public restrooms; the building is significantly cooler on the inside, the fluorescent lights a stark difference compared to the sunshine outside. Surprisingly, nobody else inhabits the space, not even to take a quick breather and cool off.

“Jesus, you’re a mess,” Hitoshi grunts. “What you’d do, take half the beach with you?”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Denki shoots. “Just help a bro out, won’t you?”

“Yeah, bro,” you say to Hitoshi, a teasing smirk growing on your lips.

Hitoshi scoffs. “I didn’t know a poly relationship came with the bro title. My bad.”

At that, Denki laughs, his entire face cracking with a bright smile. “You can always put a bro title on anything! Why wouldn’t you?”

Hitoshi mutters something under his breath, but neither you nor Denki catch it. The three of you settle into a comfortable silence as you work at brushing Denki off. It’s quick work, drifting your hands over his arms and legs to rid them of the sand; things only truly begin to slow down once you reach his swim trunks.

“You’re gonna have to strip,” you tell Denki. His face drops. “What?” you ask him. “You said that you got sand in places where they shouldn’t be. Take the chance and clean it up now while nobody else is in here.” Hitoshi hums in agreement.

Denki laughs awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck. “Well, yeah, but uh…” The blush on his face only continues to deepen as you and Hitoshi glance downwards.

“Oh for the love of-“

“Seriously, Denki?”

“I’m sorry!” Denki exclaims. “How else am I supposed to react when you guys have your hands all over me?”

Dragging a hand down his face, Hitoshi heaves a sigh. “You could try not to get a hard on.”

“Christ,” you mutter. Leave it to Denki to turn a seemingly innocent act into something lewd. “Welp,” you continue, “can’t have you walking around like that. You might scare the kids.”

Denki’s jaw drops. “No it won’t!”

“Says you,” Hitoshi says. “Just drop trowel, bro. We got you.”

Audibly gulping, Denki hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his trunks and yanks them down, leaving them pooled pathetically around his ankles. His cock gradually swells to full size under yours and Hitoshi’s attention; and, just like Denki said, it’s covered in sand. The room falls into silence once more while you wet some paper towels and take your place before Denki, Hitoshi stepping behind him.

“Ah, shit, that’s cold!” Denki exclaims once you begin to wipe the sand off his dick. Funny that he complains about it, though – his cock says otherwise.

“Quit being a baby,” you mumble. “You’re the one who brought this upon yourself, after all.”

Hitoshi snickers. “You really did say sandy cheeks, huh?”

“Shut up,” Denki shoots over his shoulder. “Don’t say things like that…”

“Aw, is Denki getting all shy?” you coo. “What happened to our confident baby?”

“Shut up.”

You and Hitoshi share a snicker, but you then fall into yet another silence. Denki bites his lip and shifts in place, clearly trying to keep some level of composure, but you can see the beads of precum oozing out his cockhead as clear as day. Jesus, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that’s he touch starved. Besides, you did say that Denki couldn’t walk around the beach like this…

He gasps as you wrap your lips around his cock, tongue sweeping over the head and collecting the precum gathered at the slit. His entire body jerks, hand shooting out and grabbing onto the ledge of a sink to keep himself upright. Hitoshi merely looks over his shoulder at the commotion; he’s pleasantly surprised when he finds you looking straight up at him, Denki’s cock stuffed in your mouth. Ah, so it’s going to be one of those days. Might as well join in on the fun, right? Spitting into his hand, Hitoshi grabs Denki by the asscheek and pulls it apart, slick fingers reaching down and prodding at the tight ring of muscle.

A squeal bursts from Denki’s mouth. “Wh-what are you doing?!”

“Quiet,” Hitoshi grunts. “I don’t got lube on me, so sorry if it’s dry.”

Denki shudders as Hitoshi wriggles a finger inside his ass, the rigged muscles clamping around it immediately. Mixed with the feeling of you sucking on his cock, he’s feeling dizzier by the minute, arousal swirling in his tummy. He feels so hot, that delicious flame licking at his insides while the two of his boyfriends play with him like the little slut that he is. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t like it, that uneasy feeling that anyone could walk in at any time. And so, he keeps a tight grip on the sink while his other hand clamps down over his mouth, muffling his pleasured sounds.

“Dirty boy,” Hitoshi husks into Denki’s ear, lips ghosting over the shell. “Getting horny over the slightest of touches, eh? What if somebody walked in, saw you getting your cock sucked and your ass played with? You think they’d want to join in or watch?”

You groan from your spot on the floor at Hitoshi’s dirty words, at the way Denki’s cock twitches in your mouth. It is exciting knowing that the three of you could easily be caught like this. It only drives you to go harder, to swallow around Denki’s cock and fondle with his balls. His breathing quickens, head falling back onto Hitoshi’s shoulder. You imagine the sight of Hitoshi fucking Denki with his fingers, easing that tight hole open and prodding at that sweet, sweet spongy spot inside him.

“I’m gonna cum,” Denki whimpers. “Fuck, I wanna cum, lemme cum – fuck, fuck, yeah – ah!” His breath catches in his throat while he shoots his load down your throat, hand instinctively clutching you by the hair to keep you in place. His hips shallowly rut into your face while he rides out his high. You pop off with a wet sound, licking the excess cum off your lips as you haul yourself to a stand. Hitoshi withdraws his hand and kisses Denki on the temple.

“Look what you did, dirty boy,” he tells Denki. “You made a mess of yourself. What’s more, you made us hard.”

You hum. “That’s right,” you say, moving in closer and effectively sandwiching Denki between you and Hitoshi. “It’s your turn to take care of us, baby.”

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #bnha x reader #kaminari x reader #shinshou x reader #kaminari x shinsou #kaminari denki x reader #denki kaminari x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #summer feelings event

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iguessilovebakugou · 3 years

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In Search of Silver Linings, We Discovered Gold || Bakugou x Fem!Reader (x Shinsou) || Happier pt 3 || Series

I really feel like Sleeping At Last’s “Two” resonates with Shinsou in this one. But also for the Reader towards Bakugou just like...in general. Also, I would suggest Gang of Youth’s “Achilles, Come Down” as well. And Lauren Aquilina’s “Fools”.

One day I’m going to make a playlist for this fucking series - and then you bitches will be sorry.

I’m sorry it took so long to get this part out. I feel like nothing I would write would live up to what I did 2 years ago now. So I really hope that people like this one just as much as the others.

Part One! Part Two!

Word Count: 7.7K TW: Smooching, Death Mention

“Hey, you okay?”

It should be so easy to explain to them what you were feeling. They where there with you. They went through the same thing you had, right? You were right there with Ochaco, sat right by her side and watched her tell Mr. Aizawa...you should be able to just...

“Yeah,” You offered Asui a bright smile. “Just...tired. These make up classes are just...they’re really killer, you know?”

The dorm had been quiet by the time the raid team had made their way home from their extra classes. Everyone had already gone to bed, the common area devoid of life by the time you had settled on the couches. And you were happy for it. Ever since...well, it had been a bit harder to be around everyone. It was hard to come to terms with the fact that after everything that had happened, happened. And you were supposed to just...move on from it. Keep going forward. No time to process.

You pulled out your phone to check your messages. You had hoped Shinsou would have at least texted you - but you had been left on read. You tried not to be upset about it and instead, pretended to go to another app and check your messages there. You even got comfortable and put an arm behind your head - yep, perfectly relaxed and not at all wanting to break down on the inside.

Tsu’s big bright eyes stared down at you. You wondered if she felt the same - if Kirishima, Izuku or Ochaco felt the same. You wondered if sometimes, during class, they just lifted their heads, looked around at your classmates and felt...so out of place. The only way you could describe it was like stumbling in the middle of a skit being performed in the middle of a park, and no one seemed to quite realize you weren’t actually an extra.

But you didn’t want to run the risk of looking at her. If she looked at you, she might realize that you hadn’t come to terms with what happened - with Nighteye, Lemillion, with that poor girl, Eri. And that wouldn’t do. That might lead into her asking what was wrong. And what were you supposed to do then? Answer her honestly? Come to terms with your feelings like a rational, level headed adult?

You? Nah. Never.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Once you were certain her back was towards you, you risked a glance in her direction.

Your body ached, your eyes were sore, and your mind felt blank but busy at the same time. You weren’t sure where to begin with everything, where to start with trying to catch up. But this had become your norm, and as sad as it was, it felt like your body was accommodating to the drama that had become commonplace in your life. You watched as she met Ochaco at the base of the steps leading up to the rooms. She seemed surprised when you didn’t move to join them, turning to give you a concerned glance and a lip pout - for extra measure.

You smiled, lifting up your phone and giving it a little wave. “I think I’m just going to hang out down here before heading to bed.”

“Oh,” She muttered softly. “Okay, if you’re sure?”

You knew she wasn’t buying the act - whatever it was - in the slightest. You knew Nighteye’s death hit her hard. A lot harder than you. As it should have - you had tried to use your quirk to defend her and Nighteye, only to be overpowered and rendered unconscious when it mattered most so you weren’t technically cognizant when she had made her getaway. But it must have been terrible, holding a man in your arms as he died. And yet here you are moping about it. What gives you the right?

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Another smile, this time a little wider. “Got some videos to watch, don’t want to run the risk of waking anyone up.”

You turned, ending the conversation there. You stared at your phone, sitting on the home screen and not bothering to look back once you heard them make the ascent up the stairs to their respective rooms. It had been getting harder and harder to sleep these past few days and you couldn’t spend another restless night staring at the same four walls anymore. Watching the same videos, rereading the same texts, you would go insane. With an exasperated sigh, you tossed your phone to the side. Hands found your face, fingers rubbing your eyes while reclining back, letting out a slow, low groan.

The lights in the common room were dim, just enough to find your way in case you stumbled down here in the middle of the night. It was a small comfort, you figured to yourself, to have this moment alone. To sit in the quiet and listen to the sounds of your friends around you, of the dorm settling snuggly down for another night’s rest. And there you were, sitting by yourself in the common room. Trying to decide if you were still mourning for a man you spoke to maybe a handful of times before you watched him get impaled on a spike or if you were ready to move on from it all. Your head fell back limply against the edge of the couch, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to push any semblance of thought from your mind. You just needed this one minute, one second for your entire world to just...stop running away from you.

If I could just get to him in time, maybe I could, I could help. I could save him and be a hero and...

God, how dramatic could you get. At least you hadn’t held the man in your arms as he lay dying.

With a sigh, you sat yourself back up and went back to your messages, pulling up the chat with Shinsou. You hoped he was free. Maybe even free enough to talk. The empty feeling finding home in your chest was becoming too much. You could use him, right now. Maybe you could convince him to leave and come over. You could watch a movie and just talk until you passed out.

Like friends did.

And if he was there, maybe it would so much easier to stay asleep.

Hey. We just got home. Hope you’re...

Nope, delete. Didn’t sound right.

Hey! You free right now? I can’t sleep so

Nope, too eager.

Shinsou, you loser get your ass over here

Nothing was coming out the way you wanted it to. Nothing had ever sounded right. You had so many things you wanted to say and yet never seemed to have the energy for it anymore. Is this depression? Do you have depression? Do people who have depression know they have depression without being diagnosed with depression?

You bit your lip, chewed on it until it grew sore and red and angry. You needed your friend. Your best friend. Your only friend. You missed hanging out with him, missed being able to text him weird shit and get a selfie of him looking bored at the camera just cause he knew it would make you laugh. Cause you knew the weird shit you sent him made him laugh. You wanted to see his face, to hear his voice. You wanted it to go back before the dorms, back before whatever extra curricular thing he was doing. But it wasn’t like he was doing this on purpose! He was busy and you were just being fucking dramatic and needlessly stupid you didn’t even see Nighteye die but Deku did and he is holding himself together so much better and you would be okay if...if...

Why were you fucking crying now???????

Shinsou - I really miss you and I don’t want to be alone right now but I don’t know what to do I just wish you were here

“Hey.”

Given the recent events in your life, his gruff voice shattering the quiet of your isolation should have been expected. Nevertheless, it still sent your heart skyrocketing into your throat. You thought everyone had gone to bed and you could be a miserable wretch on your own time. You jumped, sending your phone clattering to the ground and sliding under the coffee table. The giant...granite...coffee table. “Ah, shit, shit...” You fell to your knees, trying to make a grab for it. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.”

“I thought I would find you down here.”

Shinsou had hardly heard from you since the night you got back from the raid. He had seen the news that something had happened. When you didn’t answer his morning text, he just hoped you were just being your normal self. When you didn’t show up at lunch, he feared the worst. He paced his room, hardly ate, did nothing but refresh his news feed to see if your name flashed by as a causality. He figured no news was good news but waiting to hear from you was the hardest thing he ever had to do. And the fact you hadn’t told him you were going in the first place and had to find out about it by overhearing one of your classmates mention it?

Ample payback it seemed. Secrets had become your duo’s new norm - and he hated it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We were told not to say anything to anyone. I’m sorry, Shinsou.”

Your voice had sounded so off, so different in what little words you spoke. Silence had never been so poignant until he experienced it from you. As he laid in bed and stared at the phone on his pillow, his heart broke with each toss and turn he could hear from you. He sat quietly, for that whole 2 hours as you tried to make sense of what you had just been through that day. But you never said more than a few words and, even so, those were just a mask to hide the rest of the truth you wanted to keep hidden. He listened, patiently, as you tried to place it all in order so you could begin to move past it.

He hoped he had helped - in what little way he could. In what minute way you had allowed him. You were closing off and he so desperately wanted to cry out for you. But he stayed quiet.

And he felt entirely useless.

He didn’t know exactly what happened; only what little information he had heard from Mr. Aizawa and even that had been bits and pieces. Confidential, he said. Bullshit, Shinsou thought. If he was going to try to begin to figure out a solution to...whatever it was that plagued you, to lift your spirits, he needed to know exactly what happened. But, when Shinsou had asked if you had been involved, if you were alright...?

“You’re friends with her, right? She didn’t really seem to want to talk about it when I asked her after the fact. But I figure that’s just because I’m her teacher. Maybe you should be the one to check in on her instead. She might actually open up to you.”

Open up to him.

And that was the problem wasn’t it? Something that always seemed to stand right between the two of you, pushing you in separate directions - opening up to each other. It was a thought that occurred to him as he watched you spin your spoon around in your soup, but refused to eat. The two of you had no problems talking, especially you. You talked a lot, and he...didn’t. You suited him fine. More than fine.

But what is talking if you’re not saying anything? What was the point of being friends if you couldn’t even rely on each other to keep a secret, to lean on each other when everything seemed so fucking terrible. Had he done you a disservice, hiding things from you? Had he given you the impression that you couldn’t come to him for something so small as a crush on...ah, for something really small? Had you transitioned from “don’t want to bother him with something silly” to “I can’t talk to him anymore period”?

Shinsou had always been the more straightforward one. Where you seemed to be an endless supply of needless conversation and seemed to always dance around subjects, Shinsou was the one who could give it to you as plainly as possible. And you knew that. You knew him better than anyone, could understand him better than anyone.

So when he didn’t give it to you as honestly, as plainly as he could have, it would stand to reason that you would be sent tumbling.

Shinsou - I really miss you and I don’t want to be alone right now but I don’t know what to do I just wish you were here

The text had come as a surprise. Shinsou had been trying to sleep, but it was a rare commodity those days. His mind swirled with thoughts of you. Of how much he missed just you. Your laugh, your stupid jokes. Everything was starting to feel so hollow when he heard that soft ding from across the room. To say he scrambled towards his desk where the phone lay charging was an understatement.

I really miss you.

You were screaming for him and he hadn’t heard it. You were sinking further and further and yet here he was, wondering and waiting for some sort of sign on what to do. How he could fix it - but later. He’s not strong enough now. He’s not ready. After he’s done with Aizawa. After he’s a hero. After after after. Always cautious, always testing the waters.

I just wish you were here.

You never waited, never paused, never hesitated. When Bakugou was kidnapped, you rushed home and came up with a plan of action. When you wanted to talk to him, you marched from your dorms, almost got into a fist fight, just to talk. You were reckless in all the best ways. In all the ways that made him want to scream, to touch you, to praise you, to love...to love you.

“I would be able to sleep if you answered your phone once in a while.”

He gripped his phone and hated that he had to draw one hand up to wipe his eyes. Hated that his chest ached and hated that you even had to ask him.

“I wish you would have answered me.”

No more. You would never have to ask him again.

He couldn’t pull his shoes on fast enough. Before Shinsou could stop, rethink if this was a good idea, he was outside and making his way towards your dorm. If he couldn’t help you now, when you needed it the most, when you were asking for him to pull you out from the waters...

His heart didn’t have the right to ache for you as much as it did.

The two of you had done this so many times, Bakugou was surprised that you weren’t in the kitchen when he finally got down stairs. The moment he got to the ground floor and saw you hunched over on the couch, his body froze.

He had been hoping to have a bit more time to think of what he wanted to say.

“Is it just me, or has she not been the same since coming back from the raid?”

“No, I noticed it too.”

“Should we ask her about it?”

The frog grew quiet for a moment. Bakugou had to strain to hear her response from down the hall. “I think she’ll open up when she’s ready.” She said softly. “If we try to push the issue before then, it might just make matters worse.”

“Yeah,” Uraraka responded, “I guess you’re right. Still...I’m just worried.”

Worried. For you.

He didn’t want to think about why he was down in the commons, so late at night. He didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that seeing your shaking shoulders, hearing the fast gasps you were making, ripped his very state of being apart. He watched you, eyes narrowed.

He didn’t like it. He didn’t like that you were in this state at all.

“Hey.”

He expected you to jump - it was a good thing that you did. He would drag you out of whatever rut you were in, kicking and screaming if he had to.

You got to your knees, cursing under your breath and scrambling for whatever you had been holding. Probably your phone. Bakugou stepped around the couch, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Figured I would find you down here.”

You didn’t pay him any attention. In fact, as you tried to reach under the coffee table, you kept your head turned - enough to where he couldn’t see your face. You kept cursing, kept trying to reach desperately. He watched you for a moment, feeling the frustration rise up inside of him. You were ignoring him. Like he wasn’t even there. Like he wasn’t standing in front of you.

“Hey!”

“SHHH!” You snapped to attention, pressing a finger to your lips. He tried not to stare for too long. “Do you want to wake the whole dorm!?”

“You should be in bed.”

Your stare lingered on him, for just a moment. He refused to break eye contact first, refused to back down from the daggers you were sending his way. You let out a huff, going back to searching for whatever it was that you had dropped. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Bullshit. He could tell. It was a fact that he didn’t like to pay much attention to: tiny mannerisms that caught onto his attention like a hook. You generally were so bright, hardly ever short. Low energy, but not tired? Sure.

He waited another minute. “The others just got home.”

The slight pause. Heh - you were like a book. So easy to read. “Oh.” You said so matter-of-factly. In another beat, you were back to searching, still focusing your gaze on the far side of the wall. “Yeah, I guess.”

“So unless you got sent back early, I doubt you’ve even had a chance to try and sleep.”

Your fingers clenched, your fist shaking against the granite top. Your body pulled up and away, resting in a rigid position. But you were still refusing to look at him; in fact, to ensure that he wouldn’t be able to see anything, you put your face in your hand. Still, you didn’t say a word, didn’t argue with him. So he continued: “I’m just saying, if you’re going to lie, at least keep track who you tell what.”

You didn’t respond. And he wished it didn’t make him as angry as it did. He wished that he had been able to stop the rage that bubbled in his stomach. But he couldn’t. He didn’t want you to hide anything from him. He wanted you to feel comfortable telling him when something was hurting you. After he laid it all bare for you a few weeks ago, you couldn’t be bothered to at least confide in him what the hell was going on in your tiny little world?

“...tch.” Bakugou fingers slid under the edge of the coffee table. “Grab the other side.”

You paused, turning to stare at him. His eyes met yours and he saw so clearly how blood shot they were, your cheeks blotchy and burning. You sniffled once, pushing a strand of hair back into place. “Uh...wha?”

“Do you want your crap or not!?”

“Oh, yeah, uh...” You pushed yourself up. His eyes followed you as you stationed yourself on the other side like instructed. “On three. One-”

He didn’t bother waiting. Up he lifted and you scrambled to meet him half way.

Just a little to the side - and the bright screen of your phone illuminated the living room. It was closest to him, causing him to flinch just slightly when the glow blinded him. He moved to grab it for you -

Before Bakugou could realize what was happening, your fingers brushed against his. You both paused, your digits flinching away from him every so slightly. He didn’t know if he should continue making the grab for it or if he should pull away. He didn’t want to. Your skin was so soft and warm and...

He could feel your eyes on him and almost was able keep his gaze away. Almost able to hold off temptation. But you were like that, weren’t you? The light had dimmed, casting a soft glow over your features. He wanted to look anywhere else - anywhere but at you. But your eyes held his, demanded that he hold your attention. He hated the soft sound that escaped him. Hated the way his heart hammered in his chest as you stared at each other, fingers still touching ever so slightly.

He shouldn’t feel this way about you. But he did.

Bakugou pulled back with a grunt. He could feel your eyes follow him as he stood back up and stepped away, away from you. Why did you do this to him? Why did you manage to make him the worst of himself? Lord Explosion Murder - reduced to a sniveling little puppy, eager to please because a girl he kind of thinks is pretty sometimes makes him feel like he’s going to throw up.

His fingers shook. He shoved them back in his pockets to hide the evidence.

You plucked the phone off the ground and immediately hit the lock screen to turn the light off. You were once against standing alone in the dark, though he could see you plainly. Neither of you said a word. He wished he could say something, not scream it but just say it. His mind strained to find something meaningful to say to you, something catching or just enough to keep you distracted from your thoughts. But you had the knack for words - he didn’t. All he could do was leer at you, waiting for you to start conversation. You always had something to say.

You silently slipped your phone in the pocket of your skirt.

There was something different about you. A wall that was keeping you from him. Maybe the girls’ concern for you had weight behind it. You still didn’t look at him, eyes downcast.

He had hoped, that night in the kitchen, that things might have been different. That maybe...someday...

“You got your damn phone. Now go to bed.” He turned on his heels and made his way back towards the stairs. He was done. He helped you out enough.

Sometimes you were too much. Messed with his head and pulled his mind in so many different directions, he forgot which way was up because right there with you was where he wanted to be.

“Why do you want to be a hero?”

Your voice cut through the silence of the dorm like a knife. He hadn’t expected you to speak up now, though it fit you. Question, make him stay; just when he decided to leave. And of course, because you asked him to stay - he would.

“What kind of stupid question is that?”

“Humor me.”

He regretted coming down here to talk to you. He should have just stayed in the comfort of his room. “Why?”

“Humor. Me.”

His eyes narrowed. Even if you wrapped yourself around him, brought him to his knees and groveling in your steps, no one spoke to him like that. He spun around, snarl behind gritted teeth. Who the fuck did you think you were talking to?

Then he paused.

You were watching him and the hollow expression on your face shoved the rage back down into his stomach. With just a glance, you quelled that fury. Another noise, another shock. Then your eyes softened and your shoulders slumped. You remembered where you were, who you were talking to...no...no, you had never been afraid to talk to him like that. Never afraid to meet his attitude head to head. So what was different now? “Please,” You added on, quietly.

What the hell happened to you?

Why did he want to be a hero?

“To be number one.”

“Is that it?”

I don’t know anymore. He didn’t like this line of questioning. Bakugou was a smart kid - he could tell this conversation wasn’t going to be like the last one the two of you had. No tea, no gentle touches. The wounds were infected now and he felt shame burrow deep. You had something you wanted to say, but something else was keeping it trapped, holding you back from being honest with him. “What are you getting at?”

You fell quiet, letting his eyes take you in. With a sigh, you turned and sat back down on the couch. Your body folded in on itself, your hands grasping your arms, shaking fingertips digging into the fabric of the white dress shirt you were wearing. “Nothing.” You said finally. “Just...thinking. About things.”

You thought a lot about a lot of things. Perhaps a little too much for too long. You were receding back into your thoughts, pulling away from him again. While he didn’t enjoy the feelings that being around you brought, losing you to your own headspace wasn’t something he would do tonight. Or...any night. His feet carried him back to the couch. With a groan he sat down beside you. “Well, then say it out loud.”

You let out a laugh that sounded too much like a sneer. “Yeah. Okay.”

It took everything in him to not reach out and grab you. “I’m being serious.”

“I know.”

He just wanted to fucking help you. “So tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

Like you had helped him. “Whatever the hell that’s going on.”

A moment passed before you pulled your eyes back to his. Finally, you were back in the present - back in that room with him. Suddenly, you were aware that he had stationed himself beside you, so close your arms were a breath away from each other. And there was a moment of panic in your eyes.

You smirked, “Oh, are you playing therapist now?”

“Shut up!” He bellowed. “And tell me what the hell is going on before I change my mind!”

Your laugh was bitter, but it was something. You used your hands to push your hair back out of your eyes, “...okay.” You started...then fell quiet again. He could hear you swallow the regret, the shame, the fear. He watched as you struggled to put to words everything spinning around you. “I don’t think I belong here. At all.”

There were a million things Bakugou would have thought you could have said. That...wasn’t one of them. He had never thought of you not here. What would that look like?

“I look at everyone here: Kirishima and Uraraka and Tsu and Deku...and I just can’t seem to find a place to put myself. Among the rest of our class.” His brows furrowed as you spoke. He watched as your expression shifted with each word - angry and bitter and lost and upset. “Like, you all are able to keep your heads held high, keep looking forward and never seem to let things drag you down. I...I just don’t think I can do that. So...” You shrugged, swallowing harshly. “Maybe I don’t deserve to be here if I can’t handle it...not like everyone else can.”

This wasn’t about the raid - that was just a catalyst. It obviously struck a chord with you.

“That’s stupid.”

Another laugh. This one tear filled but honest; and so, so bittersweet. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re absolutely right. It’s pretty pathetic, huh?”

“No, you idiot. It’s stupid because you’re wrong.”

You stared at him, mouth agape. Then, in a second, your eyes narrowed, your lips thinned and your expression darkened. He couldn’t help but feel the pride bubble in his chest: You had realized you weren’t going to avoid this. Not with him. Not when he could help you. He closed his eyes, figured it best to keep you out of his sight until he finished.

“Look, you moron. If you want to be angry or sad about whatever the hell happened back there, fine. Do it. But what good is wallowing in your own self pity if you’re not going to do anything about it?!”

Your voice shook as you spoke. “Okay fine - then what should I do, Bakugou?”

His eyes snapped open, lips parted in surprise at the question. There was an edge to your expression, daring him to answer. Daring him to suggest something. Blow it up? Yell at it? Fight it until it gives up? But where would you start? It wasn’t a real person - you couldn’t threaten it to back down. Eyes scoured the floor for a response, searched desperately to find something - a strand of advice - to give you. But he had nothing.

“Yeah,” You moved, pushing yourself off the couch. You snatched your bag with such force it almost swung around and hit him in the face. “That’s what I thought. You don’t have an answer either.”

Shit. Shit. He watched you as you skirted past his legs, intent on burying everything again. If he let this go - let you go - you might actually do it. You might actually leave UA - leave everyone in Class 1-A, leave your dream, leave...him.

“It’s fine.” You added, making your way towards the stairs. “I’ll be fine.”

But he knew that was a lie. Everything about this situation was a lie. You wouldn’t be fine if he let you go upstairs, left you along with those thoughts of inadequacy, and if you kept falling lower and lower...?

“Hey.”

You paused in front of the elevator...then pressed the button, it’s soft white glow sending panic down Bakugou’s spine. The only thing he could see of you in the dark was the back of your head, the way your chin dipped just so lightly to your chest. You weren’t going to respond if he didn’t do something. He didn’t want this conversation to end - not like this. What would All Might say? What would Kirishima say? What would Deku say?

What would you say?

“You never told me: Why did you agree to go on that raid?”

There was a moment of pause before you turned and glanced over your shoulder at him. There was a confused expression on your face, your eyes scanning him to try and figure out just what he was playing at. “I told you why I wanted to be a hero.” It was a challenge. Stay and face this. “Now tell me why you went on that stupid raid.”

“Don’t get too worked up about this.” Mr. Aizawa - no, Eraserhead - had said. “The Big Three are one thing: They’re strong enough to hold their own out there with the Pros.” He called you all out by name. Asui, Uraraka, Kirishima and you. “You didn’t volunteer for this and you’re not obligated to participate. It’s your call.”

It had been your call. Your decision. The Pros wouldn’t have shoved you into a situation you weren’t ready for. The four of you had known that it was not necessary for you to go above and beyond what you had already done. It was going to be dangerous, and you needed to not only be physically capable, but mentally as well.

You should have waited, weighed the odds, thought about it for a moment longer.

Your call. Your choice: Save a little girl who was in danger or back down. Be a Hero or refuse to answer the call.

Well...the choice was simple than wasn’t it?

You hadn’t been capable. You screwed up. Once again jumping deeper into a situation than you should have. You weren’t like your friends.

You weren’t like them at all.

“Mr. Ai- I mean, Eraserhead! After everything we just heard, I can’t imagine not helping out, sir!”

Someone who could raise their head and keep it held high. Who could look danger in the eye and refuse to back down.

“Yeah, if you’re going to let us be apart of this, I’d like to pitch in however I can!”

Who saw someone and danger and threw themselves into the line of fire. Who reached out a hand and kept holding on, long past the last scrap of energy was gone.

"If I can use my power to help that girl even a little bit, then count me in Eraserhead!”

They were heroes. You weren’t like them.

You stood up, nodding earnestly. Your look was stern, your eyes hard as you looked at Eraserhead. You were equals - at least in this moment. “Yeah, heroes save people - so I’ll do my best to make sure that girl is safe!”

You could feel Bakugou’s eyes pick you apart and put you back together. Looking at him made you sick, made you want to crawl into yourself and rot. But...with a soft sigh, your eyes casted up, trying to keep the tears from falling again. You had thought you had done all your crying. God, his face in the dark was a slight comfort. His eyes practically glowed in the low light of the common room. His dark t-shirt hung around his shoulders, his hair was a wild mess, sticking up in every direction. And he just watched you. No malice, no rage, just...waiting.

Waiting for your answer.

Why did you agree to join the raid?

To save that little girl. Because that’s what heroes do.

But...

“After my fight with Deku, you sat with me. You didn’t have to do that either. So why?”

Arms gripping your hoodie, squeezing you for dear life. His whole body trembled under your touch. Tears as he begged for forgiveness that you couldn’t give him. But you wanted to - because it would mean his pain would be put at ease. If you couldn’t give him what he needed, what he longed for, you would at least be there for a moment longer than the tears would fall. You just needed him to know he wasn’t alone. You needed Katsuki Bakugou to know you were there for him, no matter what.

“And with the League attack? You weren’t with Kirishima and them. You went off on your own, to try and save me. Why?”

They wouldn’t see how hard he worked. How much he wanted to be a hero. And if they hurt him, if he refused and the villains hurt him? If they took that away from him…? All of his hopes and dreams?

No. No, you weren’t going to let that happen.

You had to bite you lip to keep it from shaking. Bakugou was listing off all your fuck ups as if they mattered. As if they were helping his case. As if they were something you should be proud of. You considered telling him, making him aware that even in those moments, you still failed: you got knocked out during the raid, during the fight with the villains, and that you hadn’t done much besides give him a hug in the kitchen. You weren’t doing much.

Deep breath, look away. His face was too much. It was too honest, trying to grab at you and hold you still. He could almost convince you that you did something besides hinder those who had a better chance of being a Hero.

“You do half the shit you do because you’re a good person. You want to help people.” Movement caused you to glance his way. He turned to sit back down on the couch. “As stupid as it is, I guess it’s pretty admirable.”

‘Pretty admirable’? He - Katsuki Bakugou - thought it was admirable. You opened your mouth, but after a long moment of silence found you had nothing to say, so you closed it again. You hated that even without speaking, you were losing this fight. “So does everyone else.” You replied weakly. It didn’t make you special. It didn’t make you any different.

“That so?”

“Yeah.”

“Than wouldn’t that mean you belong here with all the other losers looking to be a Hero to protect people?”

Ding!

Behind you, the elevator opened.

A soft gasp escaped your chest. So...that’s what he was doing. Leave it up to him to talk you around into a circle before shoving your argument back into your face...no, he hadn’t been nearly as harsh as you had expected. He was speaking so softly to you, being as gentle as he knew how - which granted, wasn’t much, but appreciated none the less. One shouldn’t look a gift explosion in the mouth.

You looked at the elevator over your shoulder, stared at it’s open doors.

You let them shut.

For the first time since that raid, you smiled. Really, honestly smiled. You set your bag down against the wall. The walk back to the couch was the lightest you had felt in a long while. You sat down next to him, resting your hands on your knees and one by one, you tapped your fingers against your skin. With a deep breath, you felt your shoulders relaxed. You weren’t surprised he was able to help. “I guess...technically...using that logic...you’re not wrong.”

Bakugou scoffed, closing his eyes and tossing his head back. “Of course I’m not wrong.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “How could I have ever thought to argue with you? Truly a futile effort to begin with.”

His smirk was quick, a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth before he grunted and looked away. The prickly exterior he generally used to conceal himself was growing back into place and you couldn’t help but laugh. You had been so wrapped up in your own bullshit that you almost forgot how much he made your heart skip. As you looked over his profile, you realized that you were entirely thankful for Bakugou and not just in that moment. You had been so stuck in your pit, sinking lower and lower that you didn’t think you’d ever get out of it.

But like everything, he broke the glass ceiling and shot through. Only this time, he snatched you up and pulled your head to the surface. Even if for a moment, you could breathe because he was holding your head above the water.

You leaned over and bumped his shoulder with yours, nudging him warmly. He ruined expectations again by waiting a moment before doing it back to you.

He was so warm, his skin amazingly soft. It lit your chest aflame and your cheeks grew pink - but you didn’t move. The two of you leaned against each other but said nothing about it. How did you find yourself here? You had been close to him before but this was different in a way that didn’t seem to make any sort of sense. And...you kind of like that it didn’t. Because it didn’t have to. You realized that sometimes, when it was just the two of you, as few as those “sometimes” may have been, you simply wanted it to just...be.

You shouldn’t want to be so close to him, not now. Would it be in poor taste? Would he think less of you if he knew? Did he know? Did he feel the same way? You were certain that if he looked over at you, looked into your eyes he would...at least see something. You weren’t sure exactly what it was, but it was enough to cause your knees to knock and your chest to ache. And you wondered if he would see how much your fingers longed to reach out and touch his body, draw him close and...

But that didn’t matter. Not now.

You looked down at your hands. If you...wanted to try...wanted to see if...this was something you could have, you would have to take the first leap. Bakugou wasn’t going to do it. He wasn’t going to be the one who dove head first. But was now the perfect time? Would there ever be a perfect time? After having him strip your defenses, tear you down, build you back up - should you wait?

You spared another look, hoping that you might find confidence in his being.

Your eyes met. He was looking at you too.

No. No, you weren’t waiting. Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t someone you waited for. If you were going to do this, see if he felt the same way you felt - all the crazy heart skips and lingering glances when the other wasn’t looking - you had to do this now.

Gathering all your courage, you moved your hand and offered it to him. His eyes tore away from your face then down at your open palm. The universe held it’s breath, watched eagerly...as he slid his fingers between yours. His calloused digits scratched at your skin lightly, his palms were a little clammy and...

Bakugou held you firm, grasping you tightly. Desperate and scared and you remembered everything that lead you to this moment.

“That Bakugou kid likes you.”

Wild hair haloed in the setting sun peeking above the tops of overgrown trees. Everyone around you disappears when his arms wrap around you. He holds your hands, guiding the knife as he helps you chop.

“Out of all those losers, I was glad you were there.”

It felt like something was dragging you to him, tugging your body towards his. He wasn’t stopping you, he wasn’t yelling or screaming or pushing you away. He just watched, eyes narrowed and darkened under his hair. Was he waiting to see what you would do? Was he too scared to move on his own? You reached out, gliding your fingers over his sandy blonde locks and brushing them out of the way so you could see his face. Fingertips drifted down and over his cheek, trying to offer the same warmth he filled you with.

Defiantly, a daring look in his eye, he pressed his cheek into your hand. If you’re going to do this, then mean it. Everything about him made you want to scream, drove you mad. He always fought - and you saw now, that this whole time...he was fighting for you. Fighting to let you know. Had you been so entirely blind all this time?

You wanted to say something, to let him know that you saw. But words were wrong, thin, pointless and empty. Nothing you could say would ever be enough to let him know how you felt. So you would give all of you and hope that it was enough for him.

Without waiting another moment, you pressed your lips to his. It was a deep and heavy action, one that he met with passion only he could muster. You closed your eyes and lost yourself into his taste, the heat of his lips, his very presence. It was a rush, one that sent you spinning - derailed all train of thought. All that mattered was him. All that lived in this universe was you and him.

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you up and over him and you were happy to follow. You didn’t dare break away, to lose the contact that you obviously both had been longing for. Your fingers found their way into his hair, twisting and tangling. Never once did he pull away - quite the opposite. He met you, every press of your lips, every motion of want and desire, laid bare in front of both of you. And as you felt his finger graze over the skin on your back, dipping under your dress shirt to set the nerves there on fire, you realized both of you were utter fools.

It’s an awful thing: knowing you’re not enough. Wanting something so badly, but no matter how much you long for it, it still slips through your grasp. Of knowing that nothing you could have done would have changed the outcome.

He should have stayed in his dorm. He should have never looked at his phone. He should have never told you about Bakugou.

He should have never let you get so close.

It was by chance he glanced at the window looking into the common room, hand poised in front of the door. At first, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking at - two shadowed masses, one on top of the other. But then, he saw your face. His heart wrenched when you pulled away from Bakugou. A scream locked in his throat the way you smiled at him, soft and loving. He hated the look in your eyes as you ran your thumb over his lips, as he slid his fingers into your hair to pull you back for more.

Something Shinsou couldn’t have. Someone he wasn’t enough for.

He didn’t linger on the steps for too long. He feared you would see him and then - then you would have to talk. He wasn’t sure he would be able to handle that, not with Bakugou behind you.

The walk back to the dorm was a long one and he was surprised he made it into his room without incident. It was late enough though, most of his classmates were asleep and the rest had retired to their rooms. No one knew he was gone. His mind was utterly blank until the locked clicked shut.

He didn’t realize he had punched the wall until his hand pulled back, sliced open. Blood pooled and ran down his arm. But it wasn’t enough. It didn’t stop him from replaying that scene in his head over and over again. The way you two were looking at each other, the soft touches, gentle smiles...

He slumped to the floor and let out one pitiful sob.

What was he supposed to do now?

Author’s Note: I honestly watched Cats the 2019 musical and then wrote Shinsou’s part because I’ve been having a pretty good week honestly so I wasn’t in the headspace for honest disappointment.

I just needed something to remind me that happiness is fleeting and something terrible and awful will usually come and destroy what you know and love most in this world. Drag your joy through the mud until the only thing left is a shell of what once was.

...who let’s Hooper direct shit?

Anyway. I do think I’m going to lead into a part 4 for this one. I don’t know. I’ll let you guys decide if you want something more lol since I’m interested in continuing it. Especially given the newer chapters.

Also eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, kissing scene. First real one on this blog anyway and not a kiss mentioned in passing. And look, it only took me a year or so to do it. :) I’m a fantastic mod of this blog who gives people what they want and doesn’t focus on stupid shit in the slightest why are you guys here you should have left me on the street corner where I was standing

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can you make some headcanons about how bakugo,denki, dabi, and shinso would react to a seemingly super intimidating s/o who looks mean but is actually rlly chaotic and funny once u get to know them? thank u 🖤🖤

Never Judge By Looks

I INSTANTLY RELATE TO THIS SO MUCH! A lot of people look at me and think I’m mean but I’m the nicest person you could ever meet. So, being the strange little coffee bean that I am, I'm rather funny. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Cursing, Crackhead Energy, and lastly..a sliver of smut.

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Katsuki Bakugo.

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* When he spotted you, everyone was completely intimidated by you. I mean everyone, including Mina and you know that’s something.

* So, who broke the barrier and asked you a random question?

* Tsu’s bold-self, she walked over and simply asked where did you get your shoes from because she took notice of the limited edition brand you were wearing.

* How do you respond?

* Doing an epic fucking pose and giving a show dropping thank you as she stares in complete confusion as Mina screeches as loud as she can. That boils a friendship THAT SHOULDVE FUCKING HAPPENED!

* As much as he hates to admit it, he loves how random and chaotic you are. He loves how you can make even him laugh at how you are.

* It keeps a smile on his face though he doesn’t want to have it often. To him, it adds spice to the relationship you two have.

* He loves that every time he comes home, you’re doing the most random of shit.

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Katsuki walked into the home, groaning as he walked towards the hallway, before freezing. He paused and turned towards the open door in his office as he flickered the lights on.

You slowly turned to face him with the cat in your lap as you smirked. “Welcome...To my evil lair.” You said while smirking as he stared at you in pure disarray.

“SINCE WHEN IN THE FUCK DOD WE GET A FUCKING CAT?!” He yelled as you smiled.

“I adopted one..and a dog..” you replied. “But the Pomeranian doesn’t seem to like his new feline friend, Mr. Snuggles.” You added, kissing the kitten as it meowed.

Katsuki sighed and held his nose. “Where is it?” he asked as he started looking around for an animal.

“I’m looking at him.”

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Denki Kaminari

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* This is a match made in fucking heaven.

* He didn’t even care how intimidating you were, when you pulled out your phone case and he spotted something even he likes.

* He’s zapping to you and that’s that.

* You guys are called ‘The Chaotic Duo’. Mina, Ochako, Momo, and even Toru and Tsu loves you and how random you can be.

* You two together can make a simple trip to the store a ride to remember.

* The last adventure you two had, ended in you two being kicked out because he decided to charge all the fucking appliances in the Walmart technology.

* THAT WAS A BAD IDEA FROM THE BEGINNING.

* Let's just say..he fried the power..and even the backup generator they had.

* Best night ever.

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“Babe! Have you seen m-“ Denki stopped his sentence as he saw you, standing at the entrance of the hallway? You were dressed perfectly in an Ash costume. You held up a poké-ball and tossed it at him.

The ball slapped him against the chest as he looked at it while it sat on the floor. “Pikachu! I choose you!” You said as he looked at you with a dorky smile on his face.

“Pika Pika!” He responded, running towards you while you squealed, bursting into a fit of laughter as he tackled you to the ground.

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Hitoshi Shinsou

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* (I’ve been dying to use this man for the longest.)

* I see Shinso as a vibe guy, he’s extremely observant, unlike others. He doesn't go by personality but by how you are as a person, what type of energy you present. Though you wore a straight face, he knew that wasn’t the case.

* So, he already knows how weird you were though everyone else was still trying to find out more about you.

* He broke the ice himself and simply sat beside you, starting a simple conversation that became an awesome one. No one will know how a simple conversationwent from what’s your favorite color to how cats you owned and the werid shit they did at night.

* When you two started dating, everyone was shocked because after finally seeing the real you, they would’ve never expected him to be happy with a soul like you.

* He laughs at your jokes, might even do a few things with you, but he'd have to brainwash a few people so you guys can get off clean.

* He genuinely loves everything about that chaotic side to you to a T. You make his darkest nightmares to a beautiful dream.

* Your jokes make his day every single time, ignoring every comment that the world brings into him. You’re there to make it better.

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“Kitten? Kitten? Where are you?” Shinso asked, looking around the empty apartment which was strange because you were babysitting Eri.

He walked around in confusion before he heard a giggle, making him pause. He looked up before walking out to the roof of the apartment building.

Eri and you sat side by side in a giant beanbag, holding your hands over when portable fire pit. “Let’s gather around the Campfire and sing our campfore song. Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song, and if you don’t think we can sing it faster then you’re wrong, but it’ll help if you just sing along!” You and Eri sung together before breaking out into a loud sing-a-long with her.

Hitoshi couldn’t help but laugh softly, watching you with her before he walked over to you two. When he sat down, you snatched her up and screamed.

“AHH, IT’S A SEA BEAR!”

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Touya Todoroki (Dabi.)

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* Another man who already knew you before anyone else.

* Dabi’s very observant, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that. He doesn’t watch you like a hawk but when you joined the LOV.

* You made Shigaraki laugh, that’s a fucking miracle in itself.

* Toga, Twice and others loved you, especially Twice. You made both sides of him laugh until tears rolled down his cheeks.

* When you two are together, it’s more of a cat and mouse relationship. He follows and watches you, he may join you during your random or weird moments but it’s not his type of thing.

* You and Toga, on the other hand, are amazing. You two do the craziest of things, like Harley and Poison Ivy.

* You’re his star in the dark sky in his heart and he loves you for that. You shine so brightly, it blinds him sometimes.

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“What the hell happened?” He asked, looking at you and Toga confused. Shigaraki looked just as confused as him. “And what the fuck are you wearing?” Shigaraki asked.

You were dressed in a sexy mouse costume and Toga was wearing a cat costume to match. “You told us to get into that party right?” You asked, looking at them.

You reached into your mouse ears and pulled out the papers, Shigaraki needed. He hesitated to take them but he pulled them away. “The...the party’s attire was formal..” Shigaraki spoke up, looking at you two confused as you took the mouse ears off your head.

“Yeah, but we would’ve been seen if we just wore formal attire. They had kids in there and a little brat gave me the papers I needed in exchange for Toga chasing me out of the party.” You said, smirking. Shigaraki snickered softly as Dabi smirked.

“When will it be my turn to chase you?”

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froppywrites · 4 years

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Headcanons with tokoyami, shinsou and tamaki with a touch starved s/o who doesn’t really know how to ask for cuddles, hugs and such? They are afraid it would bother them etc; thanks!

mod aria here! i’m still getting into the hang of things, so i hope you don’t mind if it’s a little dry, haha.

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tokoyami

- he’s rather perceptive when it comes to you, but he isn’t quite sure how to bring it up. how does one go “oh, hey, i noticed you like skinship but you’re always too scared to initiate it, don’t worry it’s cool” in a casual way to their s/o? not at all.

- even so, he completely understands and does his best to initiate touch first while reassuring you in a roundabout way.

- to be honest, he himself isn’t really into skinship, but if it makes you happy he’ll stick close to you for a little longer than cuddles and hugs usually go for.

shinsou

- he’s not much for skinship either, but he can totally put up with it for you. he brings it up, that you can initiate touch if you’d like, but in such an awkward way he gets embarrassed himself. not like he’d purposely let it show, in the end.

- he’s totally fine with casual skinship though, like holding hands or brushing some hair out of your face. small little moments that stack up over time.

- because he’s such a wonderful boyfriend, he hopes in the future you’ll be able to confidently ask for hugs/cuddles whenever.

tamaki

- hoo boy. he’s incredibly shy and not quite as perceptive as the other two, which is why it takes him a little longer to catch on. he’s not much of the skinship type either, though he admittedly does like being close to you.

- between the two of you, though, he’ll end up awkwardly trying to initiate something, though it falls through a bit most of the time. he might try to hug you, and then chicken out at the last moment, or tug on your shirt sleeve and then quickly say he saw something or the like.

- when the two of you do manage to somehow work out something, he’s always flustered no matter how small the action. so what if you have to accidentally drop your way into holding hands? the good old “feel my hands they’re so cold” is a tactic for a reason.

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jupitereleven · 3 years

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i want to start to write some fics but idk about who :(

#aot #eren x y/n #eren x reader #eren x you #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers #draken x you #shinichiro x reader #reiner x you #jean x y/n #connie x you #mha x y/n #bakugou x reader #deku x you #shinshou x reader #hawks #anime fics

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smileybokuto · 4 years

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I.F.L.Y | Chapter Twenty Nine | the silence |

Word count: 768

Silence. This house is so silent and completely deafening. The silence felt like it was ready to devour you. Leaving you filled with the thoughts of being lonely. Taking you back to the days where no one wanted you. Leaving a pit in your stomach making you feel nauseous. This feeling crept up once in a while. It only got this intense when he texted you. It was him and that’s why it hurt so much more. He was back… out of everyone why him? You were finally happy. You almost felt wanted by Katsuki, Tamaki, Hitoshi and Dabi. That almost is what hurt the most. He caused that. ‘I’m not good enough’ kept ringing through your head while you were sitting in your apartment with the lights turned off stuck in your head.

Then there were a few loud bangs at the door. Slowly you get up and make your way over to your front door. You rest your head against the wall and slide down to the ground as you unlock the door turning your back against the wall. Bakugou turns the knob opening the door and looking down at you tears streaking your face. Confused he squatted down in front of you and brushed away the tears.

“Kitten? What’s wrong?” You look up to see Shinsou, Tamaki and Dabi all looking down at you with worry all over their faces.

“I’m f-f-fine,” your voice comes out in hushed tones.

“You're not fine,” Bakugou says sitting down in front of you. The rest let themselves inside and closed the door forming a semi circle around you. The only thing lighting up the room is the moon shining through the window above you. Tamaki reaches out and holds your hand, looking away as he does so. You reach down and grab your phone unlocking it. You hold it out in front of you and rest your head on your knees.

“It’s my father.”

“I t-thought you didn’t s-speak to your family.” Tamaki asks with worry laced in his voice.

“I don’t,” Dabi yanks you on top of him.

“Alright stop thinking about it for right now.” Dabi says resting his hand on top of your head. Bakugou scooches next to Dabi rubbing his arm against his and slinging the other one around you. Shinshou takes the other side and does the same thing. Tamaki presses his chest against your back and envelopes you with his embrace. Their embrace was warm, so warm it was comforting. It felt safe, it felt like home. You reached up and stroked their hair.

“Kittens?” you chuckle, “I get it now.” The way they all moved into your touch made your heart flutter.

“Kittens,” Shinsou hums a small smile forming on his face.

“What are you two talking about?” Bakugou asks his tone softer than usual.

“Kittens, obviously.” Dabi chuckles ruffling Bakugou's hair. Bakugou turns his head, lets out a low growl then clicks his tongue in response.

“My father. He contacted me last year. Telling me who he was.” You push yourself up off of Dabi’s chest. Tamaki rests his head in the crock of your neck.

“What are you feeling right now?” Shinsou asks, cupping your face lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“I feel warm right now.”

“I-is that good?” Tamaki stutters.

“Yeah.” You sigh in content. “I felt pretty worthless before.” Tears start to pool in your eyes.

“I’m going to kill that bastard.” Bakugou growls out as he looks down at you seeing the tears in your eyes.

“Do you want to see him?” Dabi whispers. Shinsou, Tamaki and Bakugou all snap their heads at him and glare a little. “It’s an important question.” he defends.

“No, I don’t.” You say laying your head down on his chest again and closing your eyes to stop the tears. “He didn’t want me to begin with. I have never in my life felt wanted or loved. And it’s too late for him to love me now.” Shinsou lifts your face up and you open your eyes to see his very serious eyes staring back at you.

“I’m going to let go of your face in a second and I’m going to type out everything I’m saying so you can hear me and read it as many times as you need to until you can believe it.” Shinsou says slowly. You nod your head sitting. Up all eyes now on Shinsou who lets go of your face and pulls out his phone.And there it was again. The silence. But this time it wasn’t deafening. “Pull out your phones…”

| Chapter Twenty Nine | the silence |

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❥ Synopsis: Most people have one soulmates there number showing up one their wrist whenever they both turned 18. Others have two - one on each wrist - some have more. This meaning one of two things either you decide to pick one and break the others heart or you find some way to make it work. Y/n L/n woke up on their 18th birthday scared their soulmate was not 18 yet. However Y/n was surprised to find not one or two but four numbers on her wrist. What will they do?

❥ N/A: This chapter really do bring tears to my eyes! I love these boys like just steal my fucking heart. here you go take it. IT’s all yours.

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hydrangeapartridge · 2 years

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Until death brings us together (Ghost!Shinsouxreader) - Chapter 3: Ghost

Title: Until death brings us together

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Shinsou Hitoshi.

His pale face and tired eyes are looking at you through the computer screen. The photo isn’t flattering; he doesn’t smile on it. Isn’t joyful like young people usually are; full of life and innocence. No, he looks bored… or maybe troubled; sad.

You scroll down the online article from your local newspaper, the blue light reflecting on your skin, making it look as sickly as his.

Your eyes scan over the important words. The heart-wrenching words.

Bullying.

With every sentence you read, your frown deepens.

Med school integration party.

You worry at your lower lip, your stomach icing.

Prank gone wrong… drugged drink….

A grown involuntarily escapes you. You’ve been witness to these practices when you were in training.

Coma.

The memory of these supposedly fun parties you attended make you feel guilty, even if you never took part in this particular type of stupid and dangerous ‘pranking’.

With blurry eyes you read the final words, even though you didn’t need them to understand. It was all too clear the second you clicked on the article.

Died in the hospital.

Now you have it confirmed. Hitoshi isn’t a produce of your sick mind. He truly is a ghost. He’s not death. He’s dead.

“Gosh Hitoshi… you’re real” You mutter to yourself, teary eyed.

You rub your tired eyes, leaning back against the back of your couch, and when you open them, there’s a ghostly face just beside yours, looking at the screen of your laptop over your shoulder.

“Holy shit!” You curse as you scramble away from Hitoshi who is now sitting beside you. You hug one of your rainbow cushions close to your chest in a reflexive attempt to somehow protect yourself. “Don’t appear beside me so suddenly!”

“I don’t really control whatever this is” He looks away, his lips turned down. “I though you called me” His big hand rubs the back of his neck, and it’s clear that he is a little embarrassed.

You try to calm your racing heart with a shaky breath. While you compose yourself, Hitoshi reads the article. He’s frowning so much his forehead is all wrinkled, his usually soft gaze stone hard when he finds your eyes again.

“I remember now” He sighs deeply, and there is a tremble to his voice when he repeats it. “I remember everything”

He closes his eyes as he draws of few shaky breaths, and you completely forget his supernatural nature when your hand drops onto his shoulder. A reflex, a gesture of empathy you use everyday with your patients. Yet under your palm, there is nothing. Your hand doesn’t go through him but there is no solidity to him either, no consistency. Your brain has difficulty wrapping itself around the fact that you are touching something that you see but isn’t here.

You don’t really touch him physically but the gesture still has him turn to you, his amethyst eyes wet with unshed tears he is trying to keep to himself. There’s a tingling warmth under your palm, so faint you’re not even sure it’s there. You’re probably just imagining it, but your mind whispers that it’s probably him.

“I understand now why it all felt familiar. The café, the hospital… I used to go there” He takes a long inhale to shake away the tremble in his voice. You listen to him, give him time, patience, and an empathic ear. There’s really nothing more you can do. It’s too late. You can’t save him from what’s already done.

“I suppose there’s a part of me that wanted to act like I did before I-” He swallows, forcibly, and clicks his tongue, frowning like he’s upset. “There was a part of me that pushed me to continue to live…. Or more like pretend I was still alive.”

He lingered in familiar places. A ghost haunting the spots he knew by heart, attached to this world from which he was taken too soon.

“And I understand now; that strong feeling I got when I saw how the one you called a friend treated you” His expression is revolted when he finds your eyes, looking straight into them.

His sorrow makes your heart sink in your chest and you can’t refrain the tears from coming to wet your lashes. Your hand, suspended over the warm place that is his shoulder, trembles.

“I experienced it. Friendship that wasn’t true. Jokes that weren’t funny. And I didn’t want-” He looks down, grits his teeth, the words he wants to convey painful to utter. At the café, he tried to protect you. To keep you from something that was fatal for him.

Your hand travels down his arm that is solely made of empty warm air until you reach his hand. Placing yours on top of his you hope that if he doesn’t feel the touch, he at least understands the gesture, the comfort you want to convey. One eye dares glance at you, and you regret the way you treated this poor soul. How you once thought he could be bad. How you pushed him away. You remember how lost he sounded in every word he said, but too lost in your own problems, you were blind to his suffering.

“I’m sorry”

There’s nothing more you can say. Nothing you can do besides being there for him, you who can see him. Nothing to do but be there and listen to him.

One lonely tear travels down his pale cheek, but he still forces a smile your way.

“Thank you” He whispers.

You nod your head even if you’re convinced you didn’t do anything worthy of his gratitude. You think back to the pills that you put away in your bathroom’s cabinet.

“I should be the one to thank you”

He snorts, unamused. “For what? Helping you question your sanity?”

“For being there when I needed help” You answer lowly, seriously.

You’re sure you don’t imagine the red colour rising to his cheeks. “Maybe….” He starts, rubbing his eyes with the palm of the hand you’re not trying to hold. “Maybe that’s why I’m still here. To help”

You contemplate his statement, the mysteries of afterlife and its immensity making you dizzy. Could one chose to stay, even unconsciously, to guide others where one had failed? What awaited after life was over? Surely not everyone returned as ghost like Hitoshi. You shake away those vertiginous thoughts about things far greater than you and concentrate back on the ghost who needs you right now. He looks pensive, contemplating his paranormal nature, trying to wrap his mind around concepts so complex you can’t begin to imagine them.

“If you need time to figure things out, you can stay here as long as you want” You offer after turning the sentence several times in your head. “If you need to talk I’ll be there for you”

Afterall, it is in your nature to be empathic, that is part of why you became a nurse. And in truth, you have to admit you enjoy his company. The memories of the time you spent with him during these last weeks, even if you thought he was some projection of your mind, filled your heart with a fondness you suspected was what one should feel towards true friends.

Hitoshi looks up, surprised, flustered almost. “I didn’t mean to intrude into your space. I didn’t think it possible for me to appear in a place I didn’t know… That’s why I said I thought you somehow called me, or summoned me”

He runs a nervous hand through his messy hair. It looks really fluffy, soft. A shame you will never feel it under your fingers.

“Summon you? What are you now, a demon?” You joke to lighten the mood. “Are you going to offer me a cornucopia of ice-cream in exchange for my soul?”

His eyes are still teary but his perfectly white smile is in place when he answers “Buying your soul comes at a cheap price”

You laugh with him, regretting that you can’t shove him playfully after his clever retort. He’s closer to an angel than a demon you think. Because he came to watch over you when you were in a really bad place.

- - -

“Are you sure you want to go? You’ll be okay?” You ask as you bury your neck into your scarf to protect your runny nose from the cold morning air.

Hitoshi had insisted to go with you to work. You had accepted, but you still doubted it was a good idea to put him in an environment that would bring back memories as well as glimpses of what his life could have been.

“I think so” He answers, more determined than hesitant.

“If you find it’s too difficult to cope, just say so, don’t endure in silence” You insist, warning him to not push himself too far, protecting him like you do with students you sometimes supervise. Students who collapse in the operating room because they thought they could handle their dizziness, when you told them to get out of the OR if they felt the slightest tinge of unease.

After this remark, you’re surprised to find Hitoshi smiling at you, almost wickedly. “Are you perhaps worried about me?” He asks, his voice so low it sends a shiver down your spine. A pleasant one.

“I’m a nurse, caring about people is my job!” You reply, your cheeks admittedly feeling warm, and not because of the cold morning breeze.

“Indeed, I’m sure you are great at your job” His smiles falters with his next words. “People who put others first often do good in health professions. At least until they burn out.”

His opinion on the matter is gloomy, yet you can’t argue you’re not like the people he described, so you remain silent, burying your face deeper into your scarf. You much prefer when he teases you than when he reads right through you. It makes you feel exposed, like an opened book coded in a language he easily speaks.

Maybe you’re too kind, maybe you’re a pushover; selfless in a way that is almost dangerous for your health. But something tells you he probably used to be a bit like that too.

- - -

“You work in the ICU?” Hitoshi asks with an unusually high pitch. He sounds strangled, a slight tremble in his voice that you don’t notice right away, too busy getting ready for work as not to be late.

You nod absentmindedly. “Yeah, why?”

Hitoshi doesn’t reply immediately. He stands before the glass doors of the ward, pensive.

“The week after the party, I was supposed to start as a resident here” His voice is a barely audible whisper but you can see how shocked he is to find out where you work.

You would have met, at work. You would have interacted, at first formally, professionally, and then your interactions could have become friendlier, given you were almost the same age. Maybe you would have seen each other outside of work. You treacherous mind suggests you could even have dated. He did say you were pretty, and you couldn’t lie to yourself about how attractive you found him.

He’s clearly upset about this revelation.

“Do you want to go home?” You ask him softly, concerned.

The words escaped you before you could think about them. Truth is, he has no home. He sometimes appears in yours because you allowed him to, because you want him to, when you need someone to talk to. But he has nowhere to go. You click your tongue at your own stupidity, and you’re about to correct your mistake but he speaks before you do.

“I’m fine. I just need a minute to process things” His eyes are still glued to the glass doors where the large “ICU” letters are painted in pure white, but his gaze is lost much farther away. “Don’t let me make you late, I’ll join you later.”

You nod in acknowledgment and reluctantly leave him there to take your shift.

- - -

After short transmissions with your colleagues, you start your round. You have many patients to take care of because one of your colleagues is ill and can’t be replaced today. The transmissions are scarce because you were forced to reduce them, because it costs too much to pay for extra hours. So you’re left with barely no information about patients you don’t know. You lose time browsing their files to gather up the most important details about them, and it’s late that you start handing the treatments, preparing the infusions, and all the other care you have to provide in the limited time of your shift.

When comes the last patient, you still find time to linger in her room. You know her well, she’s been here the longest. Her name is Maru, and she suffers from a severe septicemia. Her body is weakened by a breast cancer and the chemotherapy left her so immunocompromised that she can’t fight off the infection that’s spreading into her blood. You perfuse her to give her a new antibiotic treatment the doctor prescribed. He said it’s the last one he can try. The germs are killing her faster than the cancer. She suffers a great deal, and you also refill the syringe with her painkillers so she can sleep better. The cancer is everywhere; in her lungs, her bones, her liver, even in her brain. She has difficulty speaking, but she gives you a soft smile when you take a minute to squeeze her hand once you’re finished with your work. She’s not older than your mom. It pains you to see her in this state, bald from the chemotherapy, wrinkled like she’s much older than she actually is. You can’t cry for her, it’s not professional. But you still feel sad. It’s unfair, she’s so nice. You give her one last forced smile before exiting the room.

There’s still no sign of Hitoshi when you take a small break to eat a cereal bar for diner. You sigh to yourself. You though his presence would at least make work easier.

The night is mostly calm, until Maru’s chamber rings in the nurse office. You rush to her side, and you find her in great pain, her face contorted in an ugly grimace. From the corner of your eyes you spot a silhouette before her bed. You’ve gotten used to Hitoshi appearing out of nowhere so you’re not startled when you find him reading the patient’s file.

You’re glad he’s here but you ignore him for now and check the infusions as well as the patient controlled analgesia syringe. The data show you the painkillers prescribed are obviously not enough, so after taking Maru’s vitals, you call the on call doctor for a new prescription. However he doesn’t answer. You try several times but it’s no use. He’s probably occupied elsewhere with a more urgent matter. Now that you think about it you overheard a colleague talk about a code blue on the first floor. You try your best to find ways to alleviate Maru’s pain, but it just won’t leave her alone. She’s sweating and tense from discomfort and you have to watch her moan and struggle against it, powerless.

Hitoshi comes to sit on the edge of her bed. He turns to you, eyes focused, almost professionally so.

“She needs a higher dose of morphine” He states.

Maru is so engrossed in her pain that she probably won’t hear you whisper back. “I know that. But I need a prescription, or else if there’s a problem, I’ll be at fault and disbarred!”

You can’t risk losing the job that means so much to you, especially not because of the advice of someone you’re still not 100% sure isn’t a production of your imagination.

Hitoshi frowns, he doesn’t look convinced. “Don’t you have defined procedures for these kind of situations?”

“We should, but the protocol is still on the director’s desk for validation” You mutter through clenched teeth, trying to soothe Maru with a cold cloth. She’s delirious from the pain, eyes closed, firsts clenched by her sides.

Hitoshi clicks his tongue, obviously annoyed by the reality of your everyday practice. It’s probably very far away from the idea he had of the job, he who died still an idealist student.

“We can’t let her suffer like this”

Of course you agree with him, but you really don’t know what to do. You’re conflicted, because helping Maru without a doctor’s supervision is at high risk of you getting in trouble. You’re still standing helpless by the hospital bed when Hitoshi moves closer to Maru. Still sitting on her bed, he places a hand over hers. Maru doesn’t react to his ghost touch, yet Hitoshi doesn’t retract his hand. He exhales slowly through his nose and starts soothingly rubbing his thumb over Maru’s wrist.

“Maru you have to hold on until the doctor arrives. I’ll try to help you, so focus on my voice”

You watch Hitoshi, puzzled. No-one can supposedly hear or see him beside you. Yet Maru stops thrashing around, her face is still contorted with pain, but she endures it and stops moving around. Her eyes are still closed, and beads of sweat roll down her temples.

“That’s it, listen to me. Follow my instructions” Hitoshi’s voice is steady, calm and low. “Good. Now imagine for me that you stand in a field full of flowers” The words roll off his tongue like the tide laps at the sand on the seaside. “The flowers are all around you, you watch their many colours. Imagine their colours”

He marks small pauses between each sentence, to let his words sink in and to give Maru time to produce the images in her head so her attention can be diverted from the pain. It’s a technique you’ve heart of, some sort of hypnoses that is sometimes used in operating rooms too. Maru’s clenched first relax a little as Hitoshi continues to talk to her.

“You feel the grass under your feet. You can touch the soft petals of the flower around you. Feel their velvety texture. Maybe you pluck one from the ground”

You’re mesmerized by the miracle unfolding before your eyes. She can’t hear him; yet it’s working. Even if she’s doesn’t really hear him, he has an influence on her. It’s supernatural, the scene you are witnessing, and if not for the soothing effect of Hitoshi’s pleasant voice, you would feel a bit panicked.

“You smell the fragrance of fresh grass, and the scent of your favourite flowers. You feel calm in this field.” Listening to Hitoshi’s voice makes your hammering heart calm down in your chest. You feel like you could just listen to him talk for the whole night, until you’d fall asleep, maybe next to him, his voice impossibly close to you hear, his breath in your neck.

Your cheeks heat up, ashamed. You can’t think like that while at work, while he’s only trying to help a patient who’s suffering. But you can’t help it. His voice fills your head, makes it go blank, and you can’t focus on anything else.

Maru’s features have relaxed, the winkles of pain erased from her forehead.

“You feel at peace” Hitoshi stops after that last sentence, and you want to chase after his words. Their so pleasant; you wish he would keep talking.

Gradually, you start hearing the noises of the monitors again, forgetting Hitoshi’s voice, you also can hear the soft snoring of your patient. You let out a deep relieved breath. Your eyes meet Hitoshi’s tired purple ones and he gives you a small secretive smile before he leaves Maru’s side.

When you exit Maru’s room, the on call doctor finally calls you back. He apologizes for not answering you calls. He was indeed busy with a code blue. He tells you he’ll be there soon to prescribe a higher dose of morphine. Once you hang up, you turn to Hitoshi, who’s watching his patient through the glass window of her room.

“Thank you” You whisper only for him to hear.

His hand grips the back of his neck, bashful. “It wasn’t much and I wasn’t sure it would work. I’m glad it did. I’m glad I could help”

There’s sadness in his eyes, in his voice. He would have made a great doctor you’re sure. A kind and dedicated doctor. Hitoshi steps back when the real doctor arrives.

“You could have given her more morphine” He sighs grumpily once he’s done prescribing the new treatment.

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t, the protocol isn’t validated and isn’t in my possession. I could have gotten the dosage wrong and done more good than harm “You reply.

“You nurses have it easy, you take no responsibility” He groans and anger starts rising from the pit of your stomach.

How dare he talk to you like this? Can’t he imagine how hard it was to watch her suffer? To be so powerless? You were supposed to be a team, not denigrate each other’s work.

Before you can give him a piece of your mind, Hitoshi appears beside him.

“She did her best, and she’s here everyday despite the arduousness of her work, despite being under staffed, despite the low pay.” You watch Hitoshi talk near the doctor’s hear, puzzled, but touched by his words. You wish the doctor could hear him. “You should apologize” He then says. “You work as a team. Tell her she did good”

The doctor seems to freeze in place for a second, and you’re flabbergasted when he opens his mouth to tell apologize. You watch him tell you you did good, and thank you for being here, with wide incredulous eyes. He then excuses himself and leaves.

You’re still in shock from what happened. He said exactly what Hitoshi told him to say. It’s just impossible. Does he have some sort of supernatural powers? No, it must be a coincidence. You try to convince yourself it was one while you prepare the new painkiller infusion. Maru stays asleep, her features smooth, painless.

When you exit her room again, Hitoshi approaches you.

“You should take a small break. And eat something. One cereal bar isn’t enough a diner.”

So he was watching you this whole time, even if you didn’t see him. You scoff at how he’s babying you, but still head to the break-room, after wondering if you obey him from your free will or not. It’s stupid to think he has some kind of influence over you, over the living, yet you can’t prevent your thoughts from musing over it.

You pour yourself some coffee, to help you stay awake until morning. Hitoshi sits across from you at the small round table in the center of the room, and you almost offer him a drink. For one second you forgot what he was. It feels too real to have him here. Especially when he could have been here. Could have been the doctor on call during your shift. Could have taken a break with you if the night was slow. You would have chatted about anything and everything like you do now. For once during a night shift, you don’t feel lonely.

“Can I come back with you tomorrow? I…. I’d like to see her get better” He asks, almost pleads, and you nod your head. The smile you give him is the empathic one you give patients, you know it but you can’t help it. You feel sad that he isn’t there for real. You wish he could be. For him, but also for you. You’re not that selfless in the end.

“Sure. Work is easier when you’re around” You confess, trying to hide the tremble in your voice.

Maybe that’s why he’s still here; why he still exists, why he’s not completely gone. To help. Tonight, Maru wasn’t the only one he helped.

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prismatales · 4 years

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Darling, you send me

Word Count: 1.6k

Bingo slot: Pick up lines

Pairings: (Separately) Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki and Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader

Tag/Warnings: Fluff, Cooking shenanigans

Synopsis: The guys walk in on their crush cooking and being an absolute 50's cutie!

Heres entry #4 of @bnhabookclub bingo event! Thank you @hawks-senseis and @wakaoujisenhime for helping me out with these headcanons!

General:

Everyone in the dorm was either sleeping in, taking advantage of the weekend or had already left to do whatever they had pending.

Training at the school’s gym, studying at the library, just having a walk outside, going shopping, you name it.

Either way. It was the first time in a while that you finally had some free time. All of your homework was on track, no training with the teachers or any upcoming exams that needed you pulling an all-nighter.

You sighed happily a the thought of being able to relax for once. And what a better way to to enjoy it, than to use the spare time to play around with the beloved bird nest over your head, also know as your hair.

Quickly you got up from the chair and went to the small bathroom inside the room to pick everything needed. The bluetooth speaker connected to the cellphone played some of your favorite tunes in the background while.

Inside the small room, you could swear this hair had a life of its own, because no matter how many attempts were done to tame the beast, it would always find a way to become an absolute mess.

But finally, after a tedious battle against this fierce, rebel mane. You finally came out victorious and looking stunning! For once it wasn’t pulled into something that just helped keep it out of your face during training.

And hey, since we’re already on it, why not go all the way?

Quickly you made a run for your cosmetic bag and began applying a fair amount of makeup, fine traces of eyeliner adorned your eyelids, accompanied by a subtle layer of mascara, lastly a pretty yet subtle shade of lipstick that complimented your skin just perfectly.

For the final touch, you pulled some clothes saved for special occasions, because hey, this was a special occasion after all, right?

There was this stunning 50’s themed black dress covered in white polka dots that’s been sitting in your closet for weeks now, the idea was to use it for a date, but since you were in the mood to look cute that thought flew out the window.

Once you got changed and looked in the mirror, the results was divine. It was almost like someone had used a time traveling quirk and sent you back into the 50’s.

Squealing happily by the final result, you couldn’t help doing a happy dance in excitement and began taking pictures of your work to put them on twitter.

But then you saw the time at the corner of the small screen on the device, shrieking in surprise at the realisation of how late it was already. It was almost time for lunch and today was your turn to cook.

Fortunately there was still plenty of time to prepare the food. Grabbing the speaker sitting at the top of a shelf, you made way into the kitchen and grabbed the apron before getting started on today’s lunch.

As the ingredients were pulled out of the fridge to be prepared, the sounds of the knife making contact with the cutting board, oil sizzling because of the heat and the music from your playlist were combined into a captivating melody altogether.

Add the view as the sunlight peeked through the window, giving the kitchen quite a scenario worthy of being captured in a picture. If instead of the high tech appliances scattered around, some of those old appliances were in their place, and the floor titles had that characteristic black and white checkered pattern, it almost would be like a scene out of those old movies your grandmother used to enjoy so much.

In fact, it was her love for those movies and everything revolving around the 50’s that you became enamoured by its aesthetic as well.

As you danced along to the soft beat of the music, one of your favorite songs began playing through the small speaker and being unable to resist the urge, slowly you began dancing quietly to the rhythm.

Totally unaware of the guy standing at the kitchen’s entrance, who was pulled in by the mouth watering smell of your cooking and ended up staying in place, completely mesmerized as the watched the little show in front of him.

Mirio Togata

Song: Cheek to Cheek by Ella Fitzgerald

By this point, everyone and I mean EVERYONE knew about Mirio’s crush on you. The guy wasn’t even subtle about his feelings to begin with, but it was only a matter of him confessing.

He was just coming back after taking a small walk and the reminder that today his crush would be in charge of cooking excited the blond at the reminder of just how yummy your cooking was.

Mirio was already expecting the delicious smell of veggies and spices mixed together in a saute and he made his way into the kitchen to see if you needed any help.

But the sight before him left him speechless. There was a literal goddess before his eyes and he couldn’t help approaching you before blurting out a pick up line.

“Pardon me miss, but I couldn’t help noticing that you have beautiful hair.”

“Why thank you sir~” You played along with the smiling blond, giggling at his antics and his stories.

Like that one time he was jogging and got so distracted that his quirk activated on accident, leaving him pantless in the middle of the park.

The two of you were so distracted talking and laughing your hearts out while sharing silly stories from childhood, until a burnt smell filled your noses.

“Is something burning?”

“If there is, it’s probably ‘cause you’re so hot, that’s why.”

“Mirio, you--Wait! THE FOOD!”

Needless to say, you had to start all over again after burning the stir fry. But hey, at least this time there was someone helping out.

Tamaki Amajiki

Song playing: You send me by Sam Cooke

Tamaki had finished studying by the time he came downstairs and was pulled into the kitchen by the smell of Takoyaki, it was honestly surprising to think someone was preparing them for lunch, but he wasn’t complaining at all if the yummy smell wasn’t a clue of just how good it they had to be.

Taking a peek into the kitchen he did not expect to find you slaving over the griddle, making sure not a single ball of dough got burned.

All while singing that sweet song under your breath and quickly flipping the Takoyaki in the griddle, watching their rich golden color with satisfaction and a smile in your face.

Coincidently, you turned around right at the same time he spoke. How in the world did he get the courage to blurt out his thoughts about you? He wasn’t sure, but it took a lot for Mirio and Nejire to encourage him to try flirting with you for once.

“I-I didn’t mean to be f-forward but your hairstyle looks b-b-beautiful on you…!”

You actually blinked repeatedly, not believing what you just heard. Tamaki Amajiki, THE TAMAKI AMAJIKI FROM THE BIG THREE himself was giving you a compliment. The same guy that would freeze whenever you greeted him in the mornings, the same guys who turned as red as a beet the last time you were both paired up together for a school project.

“That’s pretty nice of you Amajiki!” For once rather than having a nervous fit, that smile made him feel at ease.

Even more when you pulled a piece of Takoyaki in front of him.

“Say, since you’re pretty much an expert on takoyaki...Wanna give these a taste?”

This time he did go red faced. The girl he had a crush on? hand feeding him? Did he die and go to heaven???

Gulping silently he nodded, leaning forward and taking a bite of the treat. Eyes lit up in amazement the moment he fully savored the meal.

“What do you think?”

“...It’s perfect, just like you.”

It was your turn to get flustered.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Song: All I have to do is dream by The Everly Brothers

Out of these three, Shinsou’s the closest to his crush, considering you’re always hanging out together, of course it was nice being friends...but frankly, he wanted to be more than just friends with you.

He came into the dorms exhausted, sweaty and famished. Training with Aizawa was usually so intense that by the time they’re done all he wanted to do was raid the fridge and rest for 72 hours.

All he came for was some nice, cold water and ended up witnessing a small show as he watched you give a small twirl in the kitchen with your hair and dress flowing gracefully around you.

That’s when you realized your dear friend -and maybe more- had been watching the little choreography.

Seeing him standing there with his arms crossed, smirking playfully as he watched you dance made you stop in your tracks, greeting the purple haired male happily as he walked into the kitchen.

“You clean up good, What’s the occasion?” He took a bottle of water from the fridge before taking a sip and leaning on the counter besides you, watching with interest at the piping hot seafood pasta.

“I just wanted to look nice! We’re so busy with training I rarely get the chance to do my hair nicely!”

He didn’t think twice about complimenting you on the spot.

“You are a natural. You look great with any hairstyle.”

Shinsou caught you of guard for a solid minute, leaving you frozen in place and so distracted, tat you didn’t notice him stealing a bite from the pasta until you hear a hum of approval.

He only chuckled when your turned in his direction and gave him an offended look.

“Did you just eat directly from the pan?!”

This time he couldn’t hold back his laughter when you began chasing him around the kitchen. It wasn’t his fault that he enjoyed teasing his best friend and crush every now and then, was it?

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