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brat | shinsou hitoshi

synopsis ↬ shinso gets a bit jealous when you get close with one of his friends

warnings ↬ pseudocest, dub-con, swearing, manipulation, shinso is aizawa's son, you live with them but shinso sees you as his sister although you are NOT related, kaminari denki slander, your parents were heroes who passed, shinso and the reader play the doctor game, shinso and the reader are both about 20 but shinso is older, she/her pronouns for the reader, virgin kink, slight humiliation kink, use of 'girl' and 'doll' when addressing the reader, unprotected s*x, fingering, cr3ampie, slight overstimulation, 0ral (receiving), slut shaming, if you notice some things that don’t make sense it’s poor editing, I changed the story last minute and i’m sorry, let me know if i missed something

pairing ↬ shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader

word count ↬ 6.4k

kinktober week one

Shinso’s eyes glanced over your frame, watching you twiddle the pads of your fingers. Standing by the kitchen counter with your mobile loosely hanging from your hands, a laugh echoed throughout the home every couple of minutes. The ticking of the analog clock furthered his frustration; he’d been counting every second. Time seemed to pass at a dreadfully slow pace and, for eons, he waited for you to finish.

He knew who was the keeper of your time, fucking Denki, his coworker at a hero agency they both worked for. It only took one encounter at the entrance of the agency's building for him to capture your attention. Shinso could not fathom why you had any interest in him with the blonde’s undying persistence to establish a friendship with you.

Sitting on the worn-out sofa of his father’s home, he waited as patiently as he could. The show on the large flat-screen TV had no longer sparked his interest. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from your back as his chest tightened and his heart swelled with jealousy. Resisting his urge to grip the phone from your hands, he waited. Questioning whether it was worth it to tell father about your latest interaction with Denki, knowing very well that he wouldn’t be happy. Shinsou could still remember the day his father, Aizawa Shouta, introduced you to him.

It was a long afternoon filled with Aizawa trying to convince you to live with him and his son. The sudden death of your parents only a few hours prior left the man feeling sympathetic for you. They were pro-heroes and two of his dearest friends; another loss he would have to cope with. Making a promise to himself that you wouldn’t have the same unfortunate outcome, he asked if you would move in with him. Although you were old enough to survive on your own, his persistence left you with few options. He never left your side until you agreed.

The rest of the night was spent preparing his house for your comfort. Aizawa helped you move all your essentials from your previous home into the one he shared with Shinsou and even allowed you to sleep in his bedroom until he finished designing your own. He always doted on you in a loving manner, giving you extra attention while never being afraid to act as a parental figure when you needed him. You didn’t mind Shinsou’s overly affectionate demeanor, thinking he was excited about having a new little ‘sibling’ to fawn over. Soon, referring to each other as ‘brotherly’ or ‘sisterly’ names. This continued for months, concerning Aizawa who thought this would hinder your grieving. He was certain this was Shinsou’s doing.

Lost in his thoughts, Shinso failed to hear the endearing “goodbye” you said while ending the phone call. Clutching it to your chest and hiding the screen from Shinso’s view, you sauntered to a seat beside him on the couch, hardly noticing his gaze on your figure as you strode over. You placed your phone on the coffee table in front of him and focused your attention on the boring show, softly humming to the tune of your favorite song. Shinso briefly cleared his throat before engaging in a conversation with you.

“Who was that?” He asked as his ears peaked in your direction as he waited for a response. The attention given to him was lackluster compared to what he truly wanted.

“Just a friend.” A sigh escaped your pouty lips, and you prepared for another pestering.

“I didn’t know you were friends with Denki.” Shinso scoffed before folding his arms and resting his back against the cushion.

“I can be friends with whoever I want to… besides, he’s a nice guy.” You played with the fabric of your skirt that rode more than halfway up your thighs. Secretly, you wanted him to continue; he could never know this, but each time his voice raised, a sharp chill traveled through your spine and tingled your pearl. Your head tilted backward on the couch, mirroring his position, you seemed too agitated to continue the conversation.

He glanced at your body, thoughts of Denki’s devilish hands grasping onto the last bit of your innocence made his blood boil. You had to be a virgin, he was sure. Shinso always followed any male that managed to befriend you and basked in your depressive state when you revealed your new male friend had disappeared. Always giving them a strict warning, even using his quirk when necessary, just to preserve your purity. How could he live knowing that Denki was the lucky bastard to take his your virginity? Today was the day. He needed to do something.

“I know that… but you need to stop talking to him,” Shinso replied, eyeing you up and furrowing his eyebrows.

“And why should I do that?” You returned his gaze, trying to seem pitiful to lure the male’s attention away from you. However, Shinso was smart enough to see through your tricks.

“Because I said so…” He replied back to you, and before you had any more time to protest, he tried to end the conversation before another argument followed. “If I see you talking to him again, you won’t like it.” The weak threat flew over your ditzy head and you smirked up at him in an unfazed manner.

“Are you serious?” You scoffed. Shinso was not amused by your antics.

“I wasn’t asking, I’m telling you.” You seemed to shrink as he continued to speak. His body loomed over yours, commanding your attention and seizing authority over you. His voice, deep and domineering, causes you to freeze on the couch for a few seconds as you feel blood rush to your core. Unfortunately, just as his aching heart consumed his entire spirit, your ego had grown in abundance, and you were no longer scared of the man sitting adjacent to you.

“You know,” You started as your index finger pressed into your jaw to tease the elder, your eyelashes innocently batting at the male. “I forgot to tell Denki something. Do you mind if I call him again?” Your hand reached for the shiny mobile, gripping the plastic case and unlocking the phone. Once opened, Shinso’s hand found its way to your wrists, grasping you tightly as a warning. You mewled at the sudden pressure on your weak bones as his fingernails left indents on your skin. “W- What are you doing?”

His hands, much larger than yours, pried the phone out of your hands as you watched on, too dazed to process his actions. Shinso held the phone away from you, watching as you continued protesting and grabbing at his hands. The screen, still open, showed Denki’s contact and phone number. He couldn’t help but grimace and felt a sudden churn in his stomach. The blonde’s annoying presence and dopey demeanor were not much of a prize. You clawed at his body until he gripped your shoulder and pushed your body away.

“Delete his number or I’m telling Dad.” His voice was stern. You were no match to him. If you fought, you knew who the winner would be; so you succumbed to his wish. You weren't sure if he would do this, but he always threatened to use his quirk if you acted up – perhaps you should take his proposals more seriously.

“Fine. Give it back,” You extended your forearm towards him, patiently waiting for the elder to return it. Before the casing touched your hand, he remembered. Perhaps this was his last chance, otherwise, he would have to wait for an eternity. This was his chance to do something. When his hands didn’t faze and his eyes seemed lost in thought, you spoke. Shinso glanced between the phone and the impatient woman in front of him.

“Actually, I think I’ll hold onto this.” He slipped the phone inside his pocket before facing your visibly confused face.

“But you just said you would give it back,” You tried reaching for the phone once more, but you failed. You relaxed on the couch and scowled at your his antics.

“I will, but you need to earn it back,” Shinso responded sternly, only worsening your anger. He wished he could feel any sense of remorse, but none would arise. For a few moments, his mind would linger on moral thoughts which were quickly diminished by his devilish desires. Shinso weakly gulped, trying to clear his head and the demons that convinced him to sin. Alas, it was too late as his weak mind succumbed to you. “Let’s play a game.”

“A game? Which game?” You almost couldn’t believe your ears. Of course, you weren't deterred by the idea.

“Don't worry, it's fun.” You fluttered your doll eyes towards your brother. You're so innocent. “Don’t tell Dad, though,” He couldn’t imagine the scrutiny Aizawa would give if he found out about his son’s perversion.

“Fine, I’ll play. What is it?”

“Do you know that doctor game?” Shinso watched as you nodded to his question. He hesitated to continue. “Why don’t we play that game?” Once again, you agreed. You weren't familiar with it, but it was only a light-hearted game, right?

“Y- Yeah, we can play.” Your cheeks felt intense warmth, an act your body would do upon feeling nervousness. “Um, how should we start?”

“Well…” Shinso’s hands guided themselves to the hem of your shirt as he spoke. “Let’s start here first.” He lifted the material upwards and past your arms and head. He could feel himself twitching at your beige brassiere that cradled your ample breasts. As he discarded the shirt elsewhere in the room and inched his body closer to yours, you could feel his stare on your body and instinctively covered your chest.

“Shinsou, don’t stare.” Your fragile voice caused Shinso to spur with uncontrollable desire. He adored it.

“Don’t get shy in front of me. I won’t bite.” He pulled down at your arms and embraced your body briefly, unclasping your bra before tossing it in a pile with your shirt.

You quivered at the sudden sharp coldness of the air, desperately wanting to cover yourself. He tugged at your arms, pulling them to your side. You weren’t sure why he was doing this, wanting to stop and retreat to your bedroom. Lowering your head, you wrapped your arms around your waist, cowering in front of him with tears of humiliation threatening to spill from your eyes. The air of innocence was replaced by a noticeable lust. You watched his eyes examine the upper half of your body.

His cold hands reached for your chest before massaging your mounds delicately. Shinso’s hands now engulfed your chest as his thumbs rubbed into the skin on your nipples. You let out a muffled yet loud moan at the foreign sensation unable to deny that your body loved his pleasant touches.

You sank your teeth into your bottom lip until a metallic taste touched your tongue. Watching you shiver on the couch, Shinso chucked to himself quietly — you submitted to him easier than he expected. At least put up a fight next time. One thing he didn’t enjoy, however, was your quiet demeanor; you made sure to stay silent during the whole ordeal.

Lowering his head until his mouth hovered over your exposed chest, kissing the skin, biting and suckling to leave his mark. Your hands moved away from your waist to push against his chest, yet, he wouldn’t budge. Once satisfied, he wrapped his mouth around your hardening buds, making you shudder in his hold. Another whine escaped your lips, you tried to hold back, but as you felt his teeth sink into your perky nipples, a loud wince echoed through the room again.

“Mm~ Sh- Shinsou— what are you doing?” You could barely form the sentences from your mouth as moans managed to slip through your words. Grazing his teeth on your buds as they hardened under his warm tongue. Flicking the skin before sinking his mouth deeper, leaving marks his father would surely ask about. God, his mouth hungrily lapped the nub as wet sounds and high-pitched moans drowned out the noise of the television.

Shinso ignored your question, too drunk on the feeling of your plush skin against his tongue. Alternating between each of your breasts until he was satisfied with the bites and marks on your skin, the squeals from your mouth only coaxed him to continue. His arms firmly wrapped around your waist and back, pulling you closer to his mouth. Your legs clenched firmly together with each pulse and wave of pleasure rocking your core repeatedly. Hands moving from your body to his shoulders pulled him closer, needing to feel his body — his warm and soft skin — against your own. Feeling his own orgasm approach embarrassingly fast as he gently rocked his hardened cock into your thigh, he pulled away.

Panting, you had no time to calm your body as his lips collided with yours. Shinso’s tongue moved in the same way against your buds. Licking your lips and asking, no, pleading for your to allow him entrance, you eagerly complied. The feeling of his body against yours, pulling you deeper to him, almost as if he was too scared to have you run away.

This is wrong, and you knew it, but your arms refused to push him away — only accepting his embrace into yours. His kisses electrified a part of you that had been hidden for years. You did not want it, yet your body began enjoying it. Moaning into his mouth, you could feel his body tense up at the slight movements your body made.

Pulling away briefly from the kiss as a string of your mixed saliva disconnected, his attacks moved to your neck and collar. This time his kisses were gentle; he didn’t want you to have to face his father and explain where the marks originated. Although he adored you, Aizawa sensed something was in the air between you two. It left an uneasy feeling as he watched his son’s behavior change around your presence. Shinsou dreaded the thought of you two separating. What would happen then?

Inhaling and caressing your soft and supple skin, he realized that he needed more. Firm hands digging at his shoulders broke him from the spell as you were also free from your drunken state.

“S- Shinso… stop… this isn’t right,” His arms tightened around your body as he heard you speak. What do you mean this isn’t right? Always self-centered, you could not please him for once in your life. “Not like this…”

“Not like this, huh?” He said, inhaling your intoxicating scent as his face nestled in the crook of your shoulder. “Then what shall we do..?” Shinso finally removed himself from your body, although still holding on. “Look at these pretty marks I made. It would be a shame if they were wasted.” He traced the bruises and bites on your skin as your body trembled in fear. “Father wouldn’t be too pleased to see these. It would be unfortunate if he learned about your adventures with Denki.” Your eyes widened in fear. Although he was the one marking you, he would be the one to snitch on you.

“B- But you’re lying! I haven’t done anything with him…” Honestly, you weren’t sure about his reaction, or whether he would even care. You only knew that he was extremely overprotective and critical of any lover you brought home.

“Shall we call him and find out?” Shinso taunted as a sadistic smirk etched across his lips when he noticed you cowering underneath him.

“No…”

“Then listen to your big brother. I can make you feel good.” He gently pulled you up and off the couch, guiding you to his bedroom. Your legs felt heavy as if they were too scared to move to your forbidden destination. His fingers soothed your trembling arms causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Again, he let out a sickening chuckle.

His room, small yet tidy, seemed to feel like a prison. Shinso guides you to his bed as you inhale the faint scent of lavender coming from his clean bedsheets. You failed to notice your shirt and brassier in one of his hands as he chucks the materials away in a pile of clothes in his room — you won’t see that bra again. The cold air causes your nipples to harden almost instantly as he urges you to sit on his bed.

“W- Why do you want to do this, Shinso?” If only you knew about the twitch in his tight pants each time you said his name. Thank god you were too innocent to notice the bulge in his sweatpants.

“This is your fault. I wouldn’t do this if you behaved… you need to remember your place.” Your place? There was not enough time to think as you felt his hands tug down your denim skirt until it reached the ground and pooled around your ankles. His hands caressed your exposed thighs as he watched you shiver on his duvet. “Lay down on the bed. I’ll help you warm up.”

You listened, unconsciously spreading your legs as you lay on his comfy mattress. The aroma of his room seemed to cast away your anxiety, but only for a brief moment. Shinso’s eyes greedily examined the damp spot in your lace underwear, reminding you that your body was still on full display for him to see. His fingers reached down and danced around the lace whilst his body eased closer to your frame. Both of his knees caged your body as he lifted your thighs upwards. Finally, as he thumbed over your sensitive clit, a gasp escaped your mouth feeling him rub circles into your sex. Perhaps he was too eager, after a few seconds of teasing, he quickly tore off the clothing before placing it elsewhere in his room.

“Look at you… look at how wet you are.” His fingers traced around your labia, collecting the clear essence from your slick and bringing it up to your eyes. Your face heated up fast. He was taunting you. “Hmm… What do we do about this, (Y/N)? My sister is a slut for her own brother’s cock. What a pity…”

“B- But… we aren’t related— and I’m not a s- slut…” Covering your face in the palm of your hands, you tried to cling to the last bit of denial you had. You two weren't even related by blood. Each time you reminded him, he would dismiss you.

“Oh? Then what’s this?” He brought the nectar from your slick up close and played with it along his fingers. Soon, he retracted his hands and suckled on his fingers as he savored the taste. Spreading your legs further apart, he examined the liquid that oozed out of your core, begging to be fucked. “Only sluts get excited when their brother does this.”

Soon, he presses his thumb onto the hood of your clit and gives the bud a few rubs. His index and middle finger graze against your folds, earning a suppressed gasp from your lips. Dancing around your opening, his fingers prodded around your tight hole. Eagerly quickening the pace of his fingers, he felt your wet opening ooze clear liquid and cover his thick fingers.

Your moans and his dampening skin urged him to breach your virgin walls; Shinso wanted to be patient, he really did, but it was wearing thin. Dipping into your core, you convulsed in pain as you felt one of his fingers explore. Watching you tremble, he caressed the smooth skin on your thighs to help you relax; see, he wasn’t heartless.

A burning sensation in the pit of your stomach replaced the pleasure given to your clit. You couldn’t bite your tongue to stop the noises from echoing in his bedroom, loud moans and shaky breaths bounced off the thin walls. Secretly, he always dreamed of the day this room would be occupied with it. Another gasp escaped your mouth as you clenched tightly around a second digit entering you, stretching your walls, and prepping you. The sickening squelching sounds harmoniously played with your moans, music to Shinso’s ears.

Pleasure finally began to cloud your foggy mind as you clenched harder around his two fingers and your pained mewls began to dissipate. He leaned down and kissed your thighs to coax your body into a release. Dancing around a spot that made you shudder, his fingers molded perfectly into your opening. A wave of intense bliss covered your lower half. You could feel him smirking against your skin; you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?

“It’s alright, babygirl… let it all out for me…” Shinso whispered into your skin. Your hands claw at his sheets, searching for something to grab, anything. Arching your back against the sheets while your eyelids clench shut, you can finally feel a sweet rush of pleasure.

“Mmph!~ Oh… No… S- Shinso…!” Your walls spasmed and convulsed around his fingers as somewhat pleasant-sounding moans erupted from your vocal cords. The warm feeling at the pit of your tummy finally releases as you feel his fingers coat in a hot sticky substance. Essence covering his digits, he could feel himself aching in his sweatpants.

“That’s it… such a good girl,” Pulling away from your thighs, he slowly removed his fingers. Leaving you empty for a few seconds, his head disappeared between your legs. Shinso’s warm tongue greedily licked your nectar as it trickled down your crevice and seeped into his bedsheets.

“Mmmh~ Ah…! W- Wait..!” As your fingers pulled and ran through his thick locks of hair, he pinned your body tightly to the mattress. Shinso released a hum as his nails dug into your hips. It was too much, his tongue would graze over your sensitive bud as your moans became noisier.

Once satisfied, he pulled his head away from your panting body. His lips were covered in the same essence that filled your slick. He licked them once more as he smirked down at you. Tugging at the hem of his shirt, he tore the fabric off his body before briefly moving off the bed to discard his sweatpants. You couldn't help but peer down at him and glance at his stiffened member.

Trimmed violet hair covered the base. What he lacked in girth was generously replaced by his length. The red tip oozed with clear pre-cum. He couldn't wait anymore. Another deep yet warm chuckle caused a tingle in your fragile core. Shinso watched as your hands covered your hot face. How cute!

"Just relax," He purred softly while wrapping his fingers around your wrists and gently moving your hands away. Shinso didn't know the sight of you being so vulnerable and untouched would excite him this much. He knew that by the end of this session, you would finally learn to obey. "Is Kitten scared? I told you I wouldn't bite." He leaned down until your faces were only inches apart and left a chaste but loving kiss on your lips. Remnants of your nectar managed to seep onto your tongue.

"'m not scared..." What a fucking liar. You aren't scared, but as his arm rests next to your head, you're trembling. You aren't scared, but as his other hand pumps his length and his sticky pre-cum leaks between your legs and mixes with yours, you're intoxicated. The lavender aroma of his room fills your lungs once more and makes your mind hazy.

He teasingly laughs at your demeanor as he pulls away from your body. Shinso didn't want you to be scared of him. He was already used to that feeling from his old classmates and civilians. It would've pained him if he frightened you. That wasn't the point of this. He could humiliate you endlessly for doing this, but he was worse than you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you watch as he positions himself at your entrance.

"Don't worry, doll. This won't hurt too bad... as long as you obey..." Of course, he knew you had no choice but to obey. Rubbing the tip along your folds, he watched as he started to glisten in a clear mixture of your mess.

As you peered up at him, you were greeted with his indigo eyes staring down at you. They set your body in a trance, a warm and inviting gaze cast down upon you. Did it still feel wrong? Mesmerized by his beauty, you were too distracted to notice him gently pushing his length inside.

Filling you up inch by inch, sudden pressure and a burning sensation much worse than his fingers broke you. You sharply inhaled while your brother released a low grunt and muttered some curses under his breath. As his eyes fluttered and tightly closed with the sudden feeling of pleasure, you instinctively cupped his face while feeling tears swell up in your eyes.

"Shinso..." Gasping tightly as he finally sheathed deep inside your walls, you cradled his head in your hands. Your hold on his face tightened as you felt a sudden rush of foreign sensations. The lower half of your body became riddled with unbearable pain as you enveloped him. He must've noticed the furrowing of your eyebrows and the tears that threatened to spill because soon, he broke free from your hold and slipped into the crook of your shoulder.

Gently rocking his hips slowly, he tried to allow you to adjust and keep his composure. Shinso briefly wondered if he could succumb to his own satisfaction and release his frustrations on you. Bucking into you at a brutal pace until he finally reached the release he was desperately searching for. If it wasn't for your hushed whines, his patience would've run thin. God, he wished he would've done this sooner. If he knew it would be this easy to claim you for his own, he would've tamed you a long time ago.

As time passed and you eased into his touches, his thrusts became more energetic. Nuzzling his face into your shoulder, it was a shame to admit that his low grunts and heavy breaths against your face began to excite you. The once painful thrusts inside your wet cavern had become a warm smoldering feeling as his length massaged your gummy walls. Whispering sweet nothings and nipping at the skin on your shoulder, Shinso didn't care if you two were caught; he'd gone too far. There was no returning to the way things were.

Lifting himself up the mattress, one of his hands grasped your inner thigh and spread your legs further until you felt his cock brush against a sensitive region. He could feel you throbbing around him and relished in your sounds of pure ecstasy.

"Denki could never fuck you like this, right?" Shinso said as his eyes darkened, saying his name made him sick. Once he felt your pussy flutter against his shaft, he knew he couldn't say the same for you.

"I- I don't-" He wouldn't let you finish before you felt his thick fingers wrap around your throat and forced your eyes open as oxygen escaped your lungs.

"God, I bet you wish it was him fucking you... hmm?" His thrusts began to slowly come to a halt. He rolled his hips agonizingly slow as his tip grazed your spot continuously.

"Sh- Shinso... it hurts... I can't-" Immediately, his grip loosened as you huffed deep breaths. Still holding onto your neck, he tilted your head and locked your jaw in place to prevent you from moving. Your hands went to his wrist as you tried to scratch at him and pull him away, but he wouldn't budge.

"I've been waiting for so long, but I won't let that fucker touch you." He bit his tongue and held his hips back from pounding you into the mattress. Shinso just wanted to cum, and flood your walls with his seed — the most ungodly thing he could do. He edged against your spot more, coaxing you further into another orgasm. He watched as your back slightly arched into the mattress while you tugged at his duvet. With each roll of his hips, yours would press down against him, chasing a climax. "You're so pathetic, really."

"No... hnng~ I- I'm not..." You barely managed to choke those words out.

"Oh..? But you couldn't take your eyes off of him when you two met last week..." Shinso recalled your meeting with Denki in front of their agency only a few weeks ago. Like you, the words and his memory seemed stuck in his throat.

"Shinso-nii, I- I don't like him..." He tilted your face until you two were at eye level.

"Don't fucking call me that right now." He sighed and paused before continuing, "I saw it last night." His hips finally stilled as his nails left a stinging pain in your thigh and indents on your skin.

"W- What?" He watched you nervously gulp and stare fearfully at him. Don't act innocently when your face gives you away.

"You..." A headache erupted as he recalled the previous night. "You gave him a great show last night. Topless. Tell me, was it fun? I heard him, loud as a fucking dog." Fuck. He heard everything? Your mind was blank. You could remember video-calling Denki. He said he just wanted to see you, one thing led to another... and...

"Toshi... I'm so sorry..! I- I didn't mean to... he just said he wanted to see me... please don't tell him..!" Toshi, you only called him that whenever you apologized. Tears cascaded from your eyes. You were truly sorry. He succeeded in breaking you. You pulled him closer to you, almost making him tumble. The sudden friction reminded him of his aching cock nearly spilling inside you. He needed to hurry.

"Don't apologize to me. Father heard it too. You're a shame to our family." His words stung like daggers, piercing your fragile heart, but he was right. More water leaked from your reddening eyes, and he reached down and coddled you. "What if he shows those pictures to his friends? People already avoid me. Now they'll laugh at me for having a slutty sister. You want that to happen to your big brother?"

"No... I don't want that to happen to you, Hitoshi... I'm so sorry..." Your arms still wrapped around his shoulders tightly, too scared to let him go. He caressed your arm and cooed his words into your ear.

"I know you're sorry... but you need to prove it to me." Your ears perked up as you stared at him, excited yet confused. "I can protect you. Just submit to me, obey me." He kissed the underside of your jaw, expecting you to deny him again. "Only look at me, nobody else... Please, don't leave me. Let me take care of you. Let me love you... I can do it. Just give me a chance." The tone of his voice raised as he finished his sentence. He was pleading with you.

"O- Okay, Toshi... I'll listen, I promise..." He smiled into your skin, not a teasing smirk but genuine happiness. Overjoyed, he couldn't stop his hips from rutting into your pussy again, catching you off-guard.

His thrusts were much sloppier. He'd been drawing near this whole time but suppressed it. Shinso pulled your body closer as your legs wrapped around his waist. Nearly lifting you off his bed, you could feel him enter you with each thrust, quicker than before, and graze against your tender spot again.

The sounds of your mixed juices, smacking flesh, and the smell of sweaty bodies bounced off the walls in his room. The walls were so thin that anybody could hear; your loud and high-pitched moans were surely heard by passersby and neighbors. He guides one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing vigorous circles on your sex and coating his fingers.

"Hmmf~, oh my-... I- I'm so... close..." Your fingers intertwined with his thick indigo hair as your nails scratched his back. "k- keep going... gosh, you're so good... Toshi-nii..." Murmuring endless praises and words of affection into his ear, he could feel himself becoming undone with every twitch and throb of your soft walls. "I... f- fuck... I think... ah~!"

Convulsing in his arms as you clenched tightly around him, Shinso felt your warm liquid creaming around his shaft as he pounded into your dripping cunt. Your spasming walls drew him closer and closer to his own release. Patting his head and repeating countless affirmations of your love for him, you felt him twitch inside you a few times as his breathing heavied. "you feel so good in me, toshi-nii" "please cum inside me, my pussy wants it inside..."

What kind of brother would he be if he didn't oblige your wishes? Harshly gripping your hips and sinking his teeth into your neck, you felt him release another pained yet loud groan as he inhaled your scent. Sinking your hips down to bury deep inside your walls, you felt his body quiver above you. His essence painted your insides white, milking him of all his cum until he was empty. Huffing and puffing, his body fell forward on your chest while you continued to hold him tight.

"Fuck... you're so amazing, kitten..." Once he regained some strength, he caressed your warm cheeks before leaning down and capturing your lips in a deep kiss. Raising himself up, he slid out of your filled hole and watched as some of his cum oozed out. Shinso's tip still leaked thick drops of his creamy cum. "I love you so much, doll..."

"I love you too, Toshi..." You replied back to him. After catching your breath for a few seconds, you spoke again. "Won't I need to take medicine now?"

"Oh... you mean Plan B? I'll pick some up in the morning for you." This night was fun, but Shinso didn't want to imagine you pregnant. Aizawa wouldn’t let him live.

A sudden tap at the door broke Shinso from his long thoughts. Your eyes peered behind his frame in shock, catching a glimpse of his soul leaving his body as he soon followed suit and turned around.

"(Y/N)? Shinso...?" There he was, the very same man you owed a sincere apology to. Still in his hero attire, just returning from work and patrolling. His voice was quiet yet agitated, the same tone Shinso heard after your rendezvous with Denki.

You crawled towards Shinso's chest and hid your bare body away from Aizawa. It was too late. He saw everything he needed to see. Your naked body only confirmed his suspicions. This has to be a dream. It must be a dream. Aizawa blinked his eyes in an obnoxious pattern as if it would change any of the events in front of him. Father, I'm sorry, but this is real. He must've finally understood, his hand ran through his thick black hair as he sighed deeply and tried to repress the rage building up inside of him.

"Oh... you're home early." Shinso finally broke the silent tension in the air. He chuckles to himself before standing up from the mattress, not caring about his bare lower half. You scurried to cover yourself. It was already humiliating enough. "Can you pick up some Plan B tomorrow, Dad? We'll need a few."

He put on his sweatpants before reaching down to help you off the bed. Placing one of his old shirts on your body, he strode confidently to your father, who stood in disbelief.

"Shinso…" Aizawa began, but... what would he say? As the seconds passed at a dreadfully slow pace, he spoke. “You two fucked, didn’t you? Shit, I don’t even need to ask.”

“Yeah, we did…” He held onto you tightly, expecting his father to intervene and take you away, but his feet were still firm. He couldn't let that happen after he worked hard to claim you.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait for me first?”

“You know I hate sharing,” Shinsou helped you up off his bed. A damp stain of his cum sullied his clean sheets, the image only irritating his father more. “Besides, you always get to fuck who you want before me.”

His shoulder barged into his father, nearly knocking him off balance as he tried to reach for you. You peered back at him, his hand was still extended, but you kept walking. Shinso dragged you to the bathroom to clean up. He whispers something about the walls being echoey and tells you to scream loud until his father and the neighbors could hear. Aizawa watches as you nod eagerly and fade down the hallway into the bathroom.

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koishiro · 8 days

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hi hi! would you do a moodboard of hitoshi shinsou?

Dating Hitoshi Shinso pt.2 <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : ahhh i want this so bad 😭

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justkennadi · 7 months

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Black and Purple.

Notes: So now i like Mr. Hitoshi. I used to reallyyy like him a couple yrs ago and ig here we r again🤭 So basically this is gonna be a mini series of mine like idk 3 posts? I don’t wanna call them chapters..

Content: Hitoshi Shinso x afab, Blk!Goth!reader

- You were weird. You’re quirk was weird and so was the music you listen to or how you dressed which, could be blamed on your quirk.

- When you were younger, like up until kindergarten, you were really feminine and pink and peppy. Until you got your quirk.

- When you were 5 it activated for the first time. It was halloween and you dressed up as a witch. Door to door you tried to look as scary as possible. You got to your neighbors house and when she opened the door you stood and did your creepiest face knocking she was terrified of witches. Oh this would be good.

- Hmmm, it was maybe a bit too good…

- She opened the door and screamed. You and your mother were a bit taken aback..you were 5 were you really that scary?

- Turns out the neighbor saw a much more creepier version…

- You later learned that your quirk was meant to play on people’s fears and paranoia causing people to hallucinate or hear things not there. The doctor you saw called it paranoia. So that was it, your quirk was just Causing paranoia.

- Your parents had emotion related quirks too but this? It seemed….villainous.

- Your life changed that day. Kids were scared of you. Teachers too. You only got good grades even if you didn’t try on work. You could do anything and never get in trouble because if people knew what you could do to them it was over.

- You spent most of your life from that day lonely and sad. You always wanted to be a hero but this was just such an obstacle. You started getting darker..

- And this appearance change did not help your case at all.

- Anyways time skip to your UA days. Yes you got in. But not in the way you hoped.

- You were in class C.

- You we’re jealous of the lucky people in Classes A and B. But you felt if you tried hard enough you could get bumped up.

- The first few weeks of school you just sat in the back of the class. You didn’t really speak to anyone.

- However you did start to catch a certain purple hair boy staring at you often.

-One day you finally looked over at him and asked, “What do you want?”

- He shrugged and went back to doing his work.

- You knew him just a little and mostly because his quirk. Secretly you wanted to get to know him more and his quirk. But you had become so anti social you just couldn’t. He didn’t seem the type to strike up conversation either but luckily for you he was interested enough in you to try.

- “Hey.”

- You looked up from packing your backpack as class was over.

-Quirking an eyebrow you wanted to know what this guy wanted now.

- “What do you want?”

- “Careful, i’m trying to be nice here Morticia.”

- “Ok, i’m sorry, but no one talks to me out of nowhere.”

- “Interesting… I wonder why..”

- You rolled your eyes. Was he playing dumb, being sarcastic?

- “How about you? You don’t seem so popular yourself sir.”

- “No i’m not…and i think it’s because of my you know what..”

- “Same here.” You thought about this next part, “Wanna talk about it?”

- He didn’t seem like much of a talker especially about his quirk but he took interest in you so it’s only fair you do the same back.

- To your surprise he nodded. Then he added, “Only if you talk about your situation too.”

- So you two left class and walked around talking about your quirks and how it isolated you both from everyone. You talked about your get up and he talked about why he has eyebags.

- You learned you both had almost the same life, we’re night owls, had the same ambitions and loved cats.

- Before you both knew it, it was dark out.

- “Thanks for talking to me, Shinso. I haven’t said this many words since my junior high science project presentation.”

- He chuckled slightly and thank you back.

- He walked you to the street your house was at and waved goodbye.

- You never had a crush on anyone but Shinso…he evoked a whole new feeling.

- Everyday you two would talk about any and everything. It was so nice to see him open up. And surprisingly he was such a gentleman too..

- The sports festival was coming up and you really wanted to go but said nothing. You saw Shinso signing up one day and asked him about it.

- “You’re really serious about this huh?”

- He just nodded.

- “Well, i believe in you Shin..” You smiled.

- “I think you’d do pretty good out there too yknow. You should sign up. Scare some of those pros.”

- You were shocked. He really believed in you? You barely believed in yourself. You were extremely lacking in the physical department so you were nervous to go up against anyone honestly. You wondered how Shinso was so brave himself. If someone doesn’t answer him it would be over..

- “You really think so??” You asked.

- He just nodded again and handed you the pen as he walked away.

-You stares at the sign up sheet for a bit. And then you did the unthinkable.

- You wrote your name.

- The day came and you were a wreck. You didn’t even do your usual makeup and kept your face bare.

- Shinso noticed your face and patted your back. “You’ll do amazing. Even if you don’t, you tried and that’s saying something right?”

- He smiled. He was not the best motivational speaker but he helped you just a tad.

- When it was your turn you were up against some green haired boy named Izuku. He had just defeated your friend so you were a bit fired up now. You saw all he could do was flick his fingers and send waves of power out which was..odd.

- Your quirk allowed you to see people’s fears and anxieties. You quickly accessed this boy, peering into his life. You saw what he was afraid of. Failure.

- You stared into his soul as the game started and activated your quirk. He started to attack but stopped once he heard, booing?

- He started to look around and see people pointing at him and laughing and booing his name and gagging and and and.. what was happening??? He was frozen.

- Then he heard whispers in his ear. Like the most unmotivatonal things ever. The sky got darker and you started your final move. You snapped your fingers and he looked at you to see your eyes roll back to your head as you smiled your most creepiest smile ever as it started “raining” burning metors. Izuku ran out the ring in pure fear to avoid get “hit”.

- The whole time you just stood there smiling an of course the snapping your fingers part. Once Izuku was out of bounds he saw how reality finally snapped back.

- You won..

- Well you didn’t win in the end, losing to Bakugo, but you got 4th place.

- And still plenty of pros came over to you to ask you how your quirk worked and offered you internships. Even kids from Class 1-A came to talk to you. It was amazing to be seen for once. You were quite popular now in fact.

- Later you heard a voice; “See i knew you’d do great…” Shinso said after everything was over and the room you were in was empty.

- You then ran up to him and hugged him. He was shocked. He wasn’t used to touches but here you were. The most prettiest girl ever, hugging him.

-“Thank you…” You said into his chest.

- He blushed and looked away. “Don’t mention it…”

- “No, really. You just changed my fucking life dude…Thank you so much.” You said pulling back looking him in his eyes.

- He just smiled.

- You held his hand as you two left that day. Your heart filled with joy. It wouldn’t be long before He asked you out finally…😉

More notes: anyways if y’all haven’t seen on my latest post, i started college and i work so i’m like really busy everyday, all the time. So idk the posts r gonna be kinda slow 😭👋🏾 but yeah i’m still alive, i still got my plug!connie and nerd!armin drafts but i’m saving those for when i’m really slumped and can’t put nothing out for a while so if ur waiting sorry 😵‍💫😔 also this is not proofread…

#mha #mha shinso hitoshi #bnha shinsou #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #mha shinsou #x black fem reader #mha x black female reader #mha x black reader #shinso x black reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #x goth reader #x black goth reader #shinsou fluff #shinso x reader fluff #mha x reader #mha shinso x reader

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circledotdestroy · 11 months

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Imagine Dating Monoma and Shinso when you are part of Class A’s Core Four. (With the power dynamics between you, Bakugo, and Todoroki changing so much, having a “Big Three” was too hard to keep up with.)

Before you three got close, they were originally envious because you were powerful, a “main character”.

When they started liking you, they were afraid one day you were going to run so far that they wouldn’t be able to follow you.

Now they just pray that you don’t die while getting into stupid situations with the other 3.

#take this as fluff crack or angst #either way you give them heart attacks #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha x female reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #neito monoma x reader #monoma x reader #shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #mha imagines #monoshin x reader #thought dump

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thelaughtercafe · 4 months

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Impactful Intervention

Tea Type: Half and Half (Fluff with Hurt/Comfort)

Potential Triggers: Eating disorder talk(anorexic leaning), and self-deprecation though it’s not super explicit in either case!

Pairing: Bakugou, Kirishima, Izuku, Ochaco, Mina, Denki and Shinsou/Reader (Can be read platonic or romantic)

Length: 2.1k+

Summary: You get reminded you’re not nearly as alone in your struggles as you like to think.

A/N: Sheridan here! This is super self-indulgent so I banged this out when struggling with the exact issue in the fic when I didn’t want to eat 😅 This is a continuous series with this as the first fic! Not much twording this is just pure hurt/comfort and fluff really, with some minor twords! I’m tagging it as a tlc: fic rather than a tword fic, but it will be tword series in 2 chapters, so I hope you all look forward to it!

“Why don’t you eat more often?”

The question was blunt and close enough to your ear that it tickled, making you flinch away from Todoroki with a squeak.

His question registered and you swallowed nervously under his perceptive gaze, shoving a fry in your mouth before faking as bright a smile as you could.

“I eat plenty! I just had a big breakfast.”

The familiar lie fell all too easily from your tongue.

Todoroki sat across from you with a reluctant hum of acknowledgment along with Kirishima and then Bakugou, as Deku and Ocacho sat on either side of you.

The quiet now that had overtaken the table was uncomfortable and you were feeling jittery under several gazes.

“S-So anyway-

Deku spoke up before you could change the subject.

“You’ve said that to me before too; Todoroki is kinda right. Every time I offer you a snack you always say no.”

He was pouting and your smile widened nervously as you waved him off.

“You’re worrying too much! Really, I promise I’m eating enough. I wouldn’t be able to train as hard as I do otherwise right?”

Deku’s eyes were still worried but he nodded in agreement after a moment’s thought.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

Most eyes looking at you turned away after that and you breathed a sigh of relief, your smile losing some of its anxiety.

You didn’t expect to look up and meet Bakugo’s stalwart gaze. You nearly flinched in surprise but caught yourself; instead looking away quickly and rushing to shove a chicken nugget down your throat.

Given his eyes still hadn’t left you, you couldn’t very well throw out your tray. So, you crafted a hasty excuse, checking your phone and making a show as your eyes widened before you hopped up, grabbed your bag, and dashed off with a rushed.

“Sorry guys I totally forgot I have to return this book to the library today or it’ll be late!!”

Once out of the cafeteria you found you could breathe again; heart pounding a mile a minute. That was too close. Your friends didn’t need to share your burdens. They were your stupid hangups and deficiencies. No need to pile more on than they already definitely had.

You made your way back to your dorm and tried to relax as your stomach growled.

Later that day; burgundy eyes scanned the library’s sign-in book and narrowed as his fist met the wooden stand harshly.

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The next day you headed to class and it went as usual. You felt you could finally relax; joking easily with Deku, Denki and Mina like any other day. It seemed that yesterday’s heavy conversation had all but been forgotten.

Until the end of the school day.

You trailed after Bakugou as he dragged you by the wrist after him protesting weakly.

“B-Bakugou! I can walk you know! Just tell me where we’re going first!!”

The fiery blond was uncharacteristically silent and a chill went down your spine. What was causing him to act like this? Was everything okay?

You quickened your pace as best you could.

Bakugou shoved you in front of him into his dorm room and you typically would have demanded to know what was going on…but the worried eyes and the way all mumbled conversation stopped when you entered made it all too clear.

It had been too easy yesterday after all.

You turned without a second thought but Bakugou was already ahead of you, leaning too casually against the exit with his back and foot against the door and staring you down impassively.

You gritted your teeth but tried to keep your anxiety at bay.

“What the Hell is this?”

“Don’t get so cagey; we just want to talk."

You reluctantly turned your gaze from the door to Todoroki, ever the mediator.

Your smile was obviously forced, unlike yesterday.

"Little hard not to be when I get dragged halfway across the school and have the exit blocked like I’m a wild animal.”

Your voice was not shaking.

“We tried to talk to you yesterday but you just…brushed it off. We wanted to do it in a more intimate setting where you’d hopefully feel safer with fewer of us.”

Deku clarified, fidgeting nervously with his fingers as his gaze flicked between your eyes and his hands.

“We just wanna help.”

Your answer was instant.

“I don’t need help. Can someone please tell me what we’re doing here?”

A snort from behind you made you glance back and you tensed at the intensity in Bakugou’s expression, defensive, more so than you already were.

Kirishima must’ve sensed it too since he moved to stand and held his hands up placatingly.

“Hey man don’t-

But it was too late.

Bakugou was already closing in on you and your breath caught as he easily cornered you against the edge of his bed, tall frame towering over you.

When your eyes instinctively moved to look away from his he hissed and grabbed your chin, his touch gentle but firm.

"No. Look at me. I have one very simple question for you, nerd. And if you lie to me? Consider our friendship over. You got that?”

Your vision was blurring but you nodded shakily. Despite his tough exterior, you’d grown close to him. Were friends with both him and Deku respectively. So for him to threaten something so serious when you both know he’d follow through…needless to say you were petrified.

“Why did you lie about having a book to return yesterday? And I’ll save you one potential lie. I checked the sign in sheet after school yesterday. Think carefully before you answer.”

He grunted before releasing you, turning on his heel and returning to his place at the door where he continued staring you down.

You felt helpless. What else could you say? You’d been caught red handed.

“You…you really lied? But you hate lying!”

You smiled bitterly at Deku’s words, but nodded in agreement.

“You’re not wrong there. But I…”

You took a deep breath and moved to get comfortable on Bakugou’s bed, knowing you’d need to sit down for this. You were half facing Bakugou and Kirishima who was now at his side by the door and the others who, now that you somewhat had the guts to look, consisted of Deku, Todoroki, Kaminari, Uraraka and Ashido. You flinched a little as you noticed Shinsou in the corner, so quiet you would’ve missed him if he hadn’t been watching you so intensely.

That settled it for you, there really was no choice here.

You closed your eyes as you felt overwhelmed and jumped at the feeling of an arm wrapping around your shoulders, reluctantly opening your eyes and looking to see Ashido smiling cheerfully at you. Kaminari wasn’t far behind as he hopped up onto your other side and joined your makeshift hug.

You hadn’t even realized how much you’d been shaking until then and luckily their touch was grounding, helping you to breathe better and focus.

“Shit…okay. Um…”

Your eyes went to the floor and you hated that they were already stinging.

“I just…I d-don’t really like eating in front of people? That’s how it started I guess. I-

A deep exhale escaped your lips and your eyes jerked between your friends in worry.

"Oh God what if I trigger you guys? This is why I didn’t want to tell anyone I don’t want to burden-”

“Hey.”

Shinsou’s voice was gentle but clear and at it you instantly quieted, meeting his gaze in surprise.

“We’re all here because we want to be and we care about you. Every single one of us has noticed the signs. If we weren’t prepared for it; we wouldn’t be converging like this.”

As usual, his words were nothing but unblemished truth and you let out a shaky half laugh. Even when you were on the verge of a breakdown he could stop you from spiraling. At least some things hadn’t changed. Still, you nodded and got ready to continue.

“Okay.”

Deep breath.

“I’ve kinda slowly just…not wanted to eat really?”

Your voice was little more than a squeak before you rushed to continue.

“I mean!! I do eat sometimes! I snack now and again but I mainly have 1 meal a day and it’s highly unlikely I even finish that.”

You rolled your eyes skyward and looked at Bakugou’s ceiling finding it much easier to talk when you weren’t looking at anyone.

“I lied because…It’s not any of your problems. You’re dealing with so much already; who am I to pile on or complain ya know? Besides, it doesn’t matter anyway. It’s really not that bad.”

Your dismissive words finally triggered a roar that had Kaminari and Ashido both rushing back towards the main circle as Bakugou lunged.

“Not that bad!?!”

“Eep!”

You squeaked as he easily pinned you down while straddling your waist holding your wrists with one hand while gesturing wildly with the other as he ranted.

“Now you listen to me and you listen good! First of all; you can and damn well better come to us! We’re all here for you and you can bet your ass I’m sure we’re all going to help you overcome this. Something you left out but I’m sure you think; you’re not fat.”

Oh, look! Just like that, you’re crying.

Deku had puffed his cheeks up and he hopped up and bounced over to nod energetically at you.

“Kacchan is right! You’re really nimble! One of the fastest in class in fact!”

“And also one of the weakest.”

You thought your mumble would go unnoticed but Shinsou startled you by running his fingers through your hair and shaking his head, fondness in his gaze.

“Dummy. You’re one of the strongest people I know. You have an emotion-based Quirk and still manage to keep up with your hero friends. You’re a badass.”

Well, now you were blushing and crying. Gosh, you felt like a hot mess.

“I second that! And you’re always looking out for us when we have any issues! You bake the class sweets all the time, always listen attentively whenever any one of us has a bad day. Heck, you even tried to help Mineta learn how to talk to girls.”

Kirishima chuckled.

Uraraka giggled at that, making your blush darken.

“Which is extra cute considering how blushy and stammery you’d get around all the boys but especially Bakugou at first, remember?”

Ashido joined in with a laugh of her own.

“Ohmygosh that’s right!! Even with us girls, she was shy and hard to get to open up. She was still the class sweetheart even then though~”

You groaned, hiding your face in your arm.

“Don’t remind me. I couldn’t help it!! It was my first time being around attractive guys; I had no clue how to react!”

“Aw, you think I’m attractive?”

Bakugou smirked down at you and even as you were sure you were a tomato by now you stuck your tongue out at him playfully.

“Don’t let it go to your head hotshot~”

He snickered as Kaminari strode over to poke your cheek, grinning as you tried to bite his finger.

“Hey! Brat!”

He chuckled before rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Anyway; you probably don’t know but you’re not alone with what you’re goin through. I dunno about the rest but I’ve struggled with eating stuff too. If you need me to remind you or someone just to talk to those who’ve been through it? My dorm room is always open.

Todoroki raised a hand at that, shy but supportive.

"Mine too.”

You found yourself misty-eyed but nodded sheepishly.

“I… I’m willing to try, then. If you guys don’t mind helping and it’s not a pain-wah!”

You jerked as Bakugou squeezed your side to cut you off with a grumble despite the quickly growing smirk on his face.

“Stop. Putting. Yourself. Down. In fact…”

An idea lit his eyes that already made you squirm as he turned to face the others.

“I say we tickle her anytime she says anything self-deprecating or when she apologizes for no reason. Sound fun?”

Your eyes widened. Bastard!! That was supposed to be a secret! He promised!

Seeing the look on your face he snickered.

“Consider this my payback for lying. Lucky you you’ll get to have 7 more lers to go to now~”

With that he pulled back, grin all the more wicked as he looked back at your apprehensive friends. Sensing what he was about to do, you whined.

“Baku don’t you fucking dare-”

But he was already speaking over you.

“Don’t look so nervous; she’d sooner die than admit it but she actually loves it.”

Well if you weren’t a tomato before…

As your friends all closed in with giddy grins quickly mirrored by you you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have such amazing friends.

…You were still gonna kill Bakugou for this later though.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #female reader #boku no hero academia fic #my hero academia fic #bakugou x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #todoroki x reader #denki x reader #ochaco x reader #shinsou x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #kirishima x reader #mina x reader #tlc: fic #tlc: milk tea

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pearl-blue-musings · 1 year

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Happened On A Thursday

Hi hi hello!!

This is a lovely commission for the amazing @crowned-peony and I’m so glad I’m finally posting this!!!

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!reader x Monoma Neito

Warnings: 18+, mdni, oral (fem and male reviewing) soulmate, ropes, slight angst, smut, penetration, afab, marking, daddy calling, master calling

Word count: 3.8K

Crying in a bar on a Thursday night wasn’t how you thought you were going to meet your soulmates or anyone really. You were overwhelmed with work in a new city and your boss and new coworkers wouldn’t stop berating you over the tiny details. Mostly details about your hidden soulmate tattoo. You did your best to hide the tattoo that graces your forearm by wearing long sleeve shirts and barely raising your hand when called upon but today had been slightly different.

You were feeling brave going to the company outing, working for a PR firm for new heroes sure was tiring so you threw caution into the wind and went for it. You did your best to keep yourself in high spirits as your coworkers shared stories of their soulmates while you all were enjoying the bar’s happy hour. You had been able to keep up the lie that you didn’t have a soulmate and were content with that until someone accidentally spilled a drink on your jacket. Just your fucking luck. Your bubbly coworker rushes you to the ladies room to help with the stain. With your inhibitions down you follow her and take off your jacket for her to wash. You’re making small talk when suddenly she gasps and breathes out. “Oh my…”

You catch her gaze in the mirror and realize she’s looking at your left forearm. Your tattoo. Your soulmate tattoo that you have done your very best to keep hidden from the world. On your arm was a heart shaped Venn diagram, surrounded by fallen rose petals and held gently by two different hands. You quickly slap your right hand over it and turn away from her. You didn’t hear what she had to say; it was going to be the same thing you’ve heard all your life. “A throuple? How’s that gonna work?” “What if they meet and don’t ever wanna add you in?” “You have two soulmates, sometimes soulmates never meet so that’s twice the heartbreak.” “You poor unfortunate soul you may never meet them, but at least I met mine!” All those thoughts came rushing back and in your tipsy haze you ram out of the bathroom before your coworker could even respond.

You haphazardly grab your things, say flittering goodbyes and rush out of that bar to head toward your favorite one a few blocks away. The cool breeze raises the goosebumps on your flesh as you remember your booze covered jacket left behind. You shake your head and rub your arms as you press on and enter the establishment. Maki, your favorite and personal bartender in your opinion sees your burst through the doors and immediately knows something is wrong. She steps from behind the bar with a sweater, handing it to you as she leads you to her corner of the bar. She washes her hands before making your go to drink and sliding it to you.

“It’s on the house, babe,” she breathes out. “Now what’s going on?”

You take a sip of your drink, sniffling a bit as your mind races with past and haunting thoughts as you point to your now covered left forearm. “Someone saw your tattoo?” You nod and take another drink as your forehead makes contact with the cool bar top. Maki shakes her head and pats your shoulder. “You stay here as long as you need. I’m gonna attend to some of my other regulars. Psst, don’t freak out but some underground heroes frequent here so they might be coming in! I’ve got Tsubaki in the back making your favorite so chin up, alright?”

You give her the strongest smile you can muster and wave her off. You nurse your drink the more you cry over your situation. Getting close to 30 and you still haven’t found your soulmates. The rules of life say the latest you meet them is 25 and that’s already come and gone. You were ridiculed in elementary and middle school for being “needy and selfish” for having two. You didn’t ask for two, or even a soulmate to begin with! If you knew everyone you would have a crush on would not even be close to your soulmate or reciprocate their feelings once they met their own soulmate, you’d probably be happier. This is all so stupid to you, being forced to be with people you’ve never met or ever will meet makes you cry angry, sad and frustrated tears. You down your drink and call out for Maki.

“Maki-“

“Maki dear!”

Your breath hitches as you turn to your right to a blond man you’ve never seen before. It seems the two of you had spoken at the same time, and you quickly sniffle and wipe away some stray tears. And on instinct hide your left arm.

“My apologies,” the man starts, “but you may order first.” His blue eyes sparkle like sapphires and you can’t help but be transfixed. You put your right hand on the back of your neck sheepishly and try to avoid his eyes.

“It’s okay. I-uh should probably be heading home anyways.”

“Hey,” he energetically interrupts, “my boyfriend does that! He’ll be here later, but please stay. I’ve been told I’m a good listener and give good advice.” He stops and sticks his hand out. “I’m Monoma Neito.”

You shake his hand and tell him your name, feeling a slight shock of electricity as your palms connect. You both briefly stare at each other before Maki returns to take your drink orders. The awkwardness is avoided as you take your glasses in your hands. Monoma lifts his glass and motions for you to do the same. “To us.”

You look at him questioningly but copy him anyways. “What are we cheering for?”

“Hmmm, new bonds!”

You shrug at his enthusiasm and clink his glass and take a gulp. His eyebrow quirks up as he softly places his glass on the coaster. He clears his throat and relaxes in the seat. “So can I assume whatever your sad about has to do with the fact that you’re covering up your left arm? Probably your soulmate tattoo, hm?”

You gasp suddenly and retract your left arm back in fear. Oh no it’s gonna happen all over again and you’re not ready. The walls feel like they’re closing in on you and your breathing gets shallow. “Whoa hey darling breathe!”

“What did you do now?”

A new baritone and rugged voice breaks through your manic thoughts. The new man in front of you, you’re assuming Monoma’s boyfriend as he kisses his cheek before sitting opposite of you, gives you a look over. His purple hair is enchanting as his elbows rest on the bar top and his back against it, slightly ma spreading his legs.

Monoma sputters as Maki winks at your new guest and gives him a drink. “I didn’t do anything I swear! I had made an inquiry is all! I can’t help that I’m observant, dear.” The banter between the two of them is relaxing to you for some reason and you can’t figure out why. After only being around them for a few minutes you could be around them for far longer and never get bored. The man to your left thanks Maki and garners your attention.

“I’m Shinsou Hitoshi. Sorry if my boyfriend is the reason why you’re sad. He’s bad with boundaries.”

Monoma scoffs. “That is not true!”

You chuckle lightly and two sets of eyes lock onto you. “It’s alright. He had asked about my soulmate tattoo. It’s been of topic today and it makes me, uh, really sad for lack of a better word.” You finish your sentence and your right arm goes back to your neck. Both men catch their breath and make eye contact with each other when they see you open up albeit whole flustered. They cannot believe what they’ve witnessed but..? There’s no way.

You tipsily continue. “I’ve already had my tatty revealed so what’s one more? I know Monoma had asked so I’ll show you. It’s caused me more pain than anything.” What is going on with you? Why are you opening up to these random men so easily? Even going so far as to show them the thing that’s been haunting and traumatizing you for years? You don’t have much time to think as you lift your left arm and push back the sweater to reveal the design. You were expecting a somber reaction, a pitiful response of awe as the admire the artwork but at the statistics of having two soulmates. But you were met with stunned silence before they muttered something at the same time.

“You’re shitting me.”

“There’s no way..”

You gaze between the two of them with confusion as you start to hide your arm. However, Shinsou quickly yet carefully grabs your arm and forces you to look at him. His eyes are strange to you, lilac pools you can get lost in. But right now they’re studying you. “Shinsou?” You ask calmly.

He doesn’t say anything and simply takes off his jacket and places his left forearm next to yours and Monoma does the same. You look between your arms and realize you’re staring at the same design. When the realization hits you as your eyes become saucers, you almost fall from the bar stool. Two separate hands catch you before you hit the ground and it takes everything in you to not cry. They, your soulmates wow, pull you up and place their hands on your mid back to steady you. Under their care your shoulders shake from withheld emotions as you cry your heart out. In order to keep their identities more hidden in the corner, Shinsou flags down Maki to wrap up their tab and pay for the three of you and Monoma leads you away out the back. When Shinsou meets up with the two of you, he points over to the distance. “Our place isn’t too far away. We’ve got a lot of talking to do.”

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Crying in a bar wasn’t how you thought you’d meet your soulmates after their long awaited return. The two of them had been away for a mission for a couple weeks and you were missing your boyfriends badly. So badly that you went to your usual bar to avoid being alone on your last night. Maki rolls her eyes at you knowingly and gives you a water with your drink. Her eyes sneak a glance toward the hidden entrance and snickers. She shakes her head and makes two drinks her other regulars would enjoy and places them next to you. You look at the drinks weirdly and then back up to the bartender. “These aren’t mine.”

“No they’re ours.”

You whip around in your stool and gasp happily when you see your handsome boyfriends standing behind you. Shinsou thanks Maki for the drinks before he hugs you tightly, his hands wandering lower toward your hips as he leans closer to your ear. “I’m disappointed in you, kitten.” He pinches your waist and kisses your ear before taking his drink. He leaves you breathless and sits at the bar while Monoma hugs you from behind to take over, his warm breath tickles your neck.

“Yes darling, weren’t you supposed to be waiting at home for us?” His inconspicuous hands shape your curves and hover over your ass before lightly tapping your ass. You hold back a yelp and try to lean into his hand before he swiftly takes it away and you lose your balance ever so slightly. You dumbfoundedly look between your lovers as they sip at their drinks.

“I, uh,” you struggle to speak as your mind wanders. Since being with the two of them, you know that you’ve made a mistake. You suddenly stand still and sober as you fumble for any kind of apology that will appease their sexual appetites that you know are lower than they should be. They did just come back from a long trip after all. With your head in your thoughts, you miss the two of them come to either side of you. When did it get so stuffy and dim? How long have their wandering hands been on your body? Shinsou on your left suckles your neck and Monoma to your right whispers huskily in your ear.

“You have five minutes to be at our apartment. Go.”

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You nervously wait on the bed on your knees in your lingerie set for your boyfriends to come home. Your ears perk up when you hear the door open and footsteps getting closer. You shuffle to sitting cross legged with the most apologetic expression on your face. The two men enter the room and you greet them accordingly.

“Welcome home!”

Shinsou scoffs at you and Monoma shakes his head. Shinsou is first to approach you and sit on the bed, placing a hand on your thigh. “This is what we should have been greeted with an hour ago.” His grip tightens on the soft skin and you bitch your breath. “But now we’re behind on how we wanted to treat you. What a bad,” he trails off as he slaps at your spreading thighs, “bad kitty you are.” His head leers closer to your face and you pucker your lips for a kiss. He denies you completely and moves behind you, pressing you against his chest and spreading your legs. “And you even put on the set we wanted.” He licks up your neck and sucks at your earlobe. “Too bad we won’t get to appreciate it all that much.”

As soon as he said that, the bed dips as Monoma, who had disrobed when your attention was captured, sits in front of you. He crawls toward you with his cute ass high in the air in between your spread legs. His lithe fingers play with the fabric around your wet covered cunt making your hips wriggle in want. Your arms are held behind you by Shinsou with one hand as his other free hand starts to fiddle with your hardening nipples under the lace. You hold back a whimper and arch into Hitoshi behind you. Neito clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Oh no no, my dear flower.” His voice hazy with lust as he pushes the skimpy panties from your now wet hole, “we need to hear every, little, thing.”

His mouth wraps around your folds, nose presses at your clit as he sucks and kisses the sensitive warm skin. His hands press down on your plush thighs to keep them apart, his thumbs massaging the skin underneath. He hums in satisfaction as he eats your pussy for his own pleasure. The blond man between your legs wiggles his hips in the air which makes Shinsou but his lip and pinch your nipple harder. A breathy moan escapes your lips as your head rests on Shinsou’s chest, eyes closed in ecstasy. Blue irises look up and he stops his motions. “Nah uh uh princess, I need you looking at me as I eat you out. It is one of my favorite things to do.”

Shinsou rolls his hard dick against your back from the dirty talk and hearing your moans. God he’s so in love with the two of you. He leans down and latches his lips to your neck and licks and bites at the skin. His hands briefly leave their former position to unclasp your top, freeing your breasts for him to cup and knead in his hands. You keen so pleasantly for them that both of them groan from the sound. Neito’s grip on your thighs tighten as if to reinforce his aforementioned request. You slowly open your eyes to catch his own. The way he stares at you lovingly almost has you cumming on the spot. His tongue is working wonders on your body and you can’t help but grab a fistful of his hair. You begin to roll your hips into his face but are cut off when the hands that were once playing with your breasts hold firm on your hips.

“Nuh-uh,” Hitoshi rumbles in your ear. “You need to learn patience, kitten.” A fierce slap comes to your thigh and a rough suck to your clit quickly follows. You whimper out as your orgasm edges closer, wanting nothing more than to cover your lovers’ face in your essence. You try your best to hold back cumming, you really do but the way the cock leaking behind you digs into your back and the lips and fingers working your aching hole leave you releasing the tightly wound coil inside you with a delicious moan. You toss your head back as your breathing slows. You feel the man behind you shake his head in disappointment as he lets you go. “Tsk tsk, I’m disappointed in you. You couldn’t follow directions. Now look at Neito, covered in cum he shouldn’t be covered in.” His eyes take hold of darling blue ones as he sternly tells him. “Don’t lick it.”

Monoma pouts then situates himself on his elbows between your legs. “You’re no fun,” he whines before crawling away from you. You reach out your arms for him to come back and watch him carefully. “Babe, I wanna lick it. Can I please taste it?”

Shinsou sighs, “after you help me tie her to the bed. She is getting punished after all.” The blond eagerly nods and goes to the closet to grab the silk ropes. The two men take a hand and tie it to a bedpost, both of them tugging before Shinsou asks, “are you comfortable, kitten? Ropes too tight?” You shake your head and he grumbles. “We need a verbal response, baby girl.”

You clear your throat and lick your lips. “They’re good, not too tight.”

He nods and as Monoma moves to tie your legs Hitoshi shakes his head. “Not tonight, we have been gone awhile.” He waits for the blond to put the other ropes away before pulling him into a needy and hot kiss. Tongue licking all over his mouth and cheeks to get what was left of your taste. Monoma keens and moans into the kiss and holds onto his waist harder. You groan and wriggle your hips on the bed, wanting to be part of the action, needing to be touched. They pull apart from each other and Neito coyly responds first.

“Aw, is our precious one feeling left out? What a pity.” He sways his hips as he places himself between your thighs and cups your face for a sultry kiss. He’s rubbing his hard cock against your folds, making your insides clench in anticipation. Mewls leave your lips as your hips meet with his.

“Master, please fuck me,” you whine into his ear. Monoma chuckles as his hips roll into yours again.

“I don’t think you’re in charge here,” a deep voice interrupts. “And besides, he’s not fucking you,” Monoma gets up as he trails off, locking his legs around you with his cock in your face as he and Shinsou trade places. “I am.”

You miss him putting on the condom as he easily slides in. Slowly, inch by inch, his fingers digging into your hips as your cries are silenced by a leaking cock entering your mouth. You hollow your cheeks as Neito presses himself between your lips. Both men groan in pleasure as Monoma cups your face as he begins to fuck it. At the same time, Shinsou bottoms out inside you. You both moan out but the sound is drowned out by the squelches coming from your pussy and obscene mewls from Monoma above you. Shinsou fills you up with every thrust, his balls hitting your ass making your eyes roll back in pleasure. His lips find purchase on your neck once more and bite and suck at the exposed skin. Your hips meet his as your back arches in ecstasy as he hits that spot inside you. “You like that kitten? Like the way daddy fucks you? Nod for me” you follow his instructions and he growls possessively. “Mmm c’mere Neito,” he demands and pulls him into a needy kiss, rocking his hips in time with their tongues. The blond pulls away achingly as his grip on your face falters and he holds onto Shinsou.

“F-fuck her mouth feels so good! Daddy can I cum? I’m your good boy right? You’ll let me cum down her filthy fucking throat?” His whining makes Shinsou’s dick twitch inside you and he almost loses his rhythm. Hitoshi bites his lip as he makes eye contact with Monoma and concurs.

“Cum inside her, we can cum together.” His hips change pattern and your eyes start to water, whimpers hidden from the room that smells of sweat and musk mixed with the sounds of fucking. Shinsou can feel you tighten around him and speeds up ever so slightly, watching your tits jiggle from his movements. His fingers toy with your nipples and you almost lose your self control, wanting to rip the ropes and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Shinsou calmly takes your right leg and hikes it over his shoulder to fuck you deeper. Your throat and pussy tighten from the new feel and Monoma quickly and loudly cums down your throat. He releases your head carefully and holds onto the bedpost for stability. Shinsou cums quickly afterwards with you, filling the rubber and kissing your lips to taste both you and Neito at the same time. His hips jerk into you as he finishes, moaning into the kiss until his balls are empty and spent as your walks flutter and calm down around him. He breathes heavily over you as the feeling of ecstasy subsides.

Shinsou slowly removes himself from you to discard the condom and grab the three of you towels to clean up. Monoma joins you on the California king and gently kisses your lips and praises you for doing so well. Your shoulders ache from being held up and Neito is quick to notice and immediately unties you. His lithe fingers massage your wrists right as Hitoshi returns with towels and water. He gently sits you up and makes you drink some water as the blond grabs the wet warm towel and cleans you and himself off. Once your breathing returns to normal, your boyfriend discard the towels and place the water on the nightstand before crawling into bed, placing you in the middle.

You hum before you whisper. “Why did you use a condom?” Shinsou perks his head up and turns toward you, a soft smile coming to his face as he sees your tired yet loving expression. “I thought we wanted to try for…?”

Shinsou pecks your lips and interlocks his fingers with Monoma. “We can talk about that later, right now I think we need to go sleep, loves.”

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haikyuuwaifu · 9 months

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Double Take: Dhruv

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Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption

In the midst of the crowds In the shapes in the clouds I don't see nobody but you In my rose-tinted dreams Wrinkled silk on my sheets I don't see nobody but you

“Shin, my guy, that’s the third woman that’s asked me for your number.” Denki whined leaning his head against the bar. Shinsou only shrugged, wiping the glass in his hand. “I’m not interested Denks, you know that.” The blonde could only roll his eyes, ready to say something. “Quit trying to set him up dumbass.” Bakugo grunted, dragging a Keg behind the bar. “He’s hung up on Y/n and all the chicks that have been asking for his number aren’t even his type.” “I just feel like Toshi is missing out on a wider variety because he’s too hung up on a woman who won’t even give him the time of day.” Denki huffed, crossing his arms. Shinsou was going to say something, but he was interrupted. “Talkin shit about my girl again blondie?” Touya grunted, causing Denki to shriek. Taking a seat at the bar, Touya held up two fingers. “Bad day?” Shinsou questioned setting down two glasses. Touya only nodded, watching as Bakugo’s back flexed. “Quit starin at my ass bitch.” Bakugo barked, causing Touya to grin. “Love you baby.” He cooed, causing the blonde to blush. “Yeah yeah, love you too idiot.” Katsuki huffed leaning over to give Touya’s cheek a kiss. “I’ve got other shit to do, if you’re waiting for me, I’m here till close.” Touya nodded as he and Shinsou clicked shot glasses. “S’fine by me babe. I’ll stick around here and keep all the thirsty thots away from Y/n’s man.” He teased as Shinsou’s cheeks flushed. Denki could only roll his eyes, letting out an irritated snort. “You’re the reason why he can’t fucking move on.” Touya chose to ignore the blonde in favor of pouring himself another drink. A few hours later Touya watched as Shinsou completely ignored the woman sitting next to him. The bar was pretty busy and Shinsou was presently pouring rounds for a handful of the rowdier tables. The woman next to Touya had been trying to get the hot bartender's attention since she’d arrived. She’d heard that this bar had a bartender built like a tank. He was covered in tattoos and he had long purple hair always up in a bun. He had an undercut and some piercings. The woman was not disappointed to see her biggest wet dream upon entrance into the establishment. Touya watched for a few minutes, his amusement increasing ten fold. Finally, after 20 minutes of waiting the woman had her chance. Reaching out her hand, she was going to say something, when she was interrupted by a voice. “Toshi!” The voice cooed, causing the man to break out into a big dimpled grin. The woman looked over, her eyes blazing in jealousy at the newcomer trying to encroach in her space. “All ready for you princess.” Shinsou shouted, leaning over the bar to drop a kiss to Y/n’s cheek. Y/n leaned over, giving him a few kisses on his forehead and rubbing his cheek. “Suki got us a table in the back!” She shouted, as Shinsou nodded. Turning, Y/n greeted Touya with a squeeze to his shoulder and a kiss on the cheek. The woman watched as her mystery bartenders eyes never left the other woman. “He’s only got eyes for her, so I’d get your drink and get the hell out of here.” Touya shouted, grinning as the woman gave him a nasty glare. Shinsou looked over at his friend, eyeing the woman next to him. “You ready to order your drink?” Shinsou grunted, and the woman flushed in embarrassment before scrambling away.

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sweet-honey-tears · 4 months

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Dance

Greek god Shinso x Female Reader

SUPRISE! I wrote this in one day 👁👄👁 please like it. I was gonna do yandere but that didn't happen… I hope you enjoy🤍🖤 I tried to proof read- this was about three pages 💥👄💥

Other Greek god stuff: these are old so they may be crap Kirhsima and Bakugou as gods Yandere Kiribaku gods saving the reader from sacrifice

Shinso watched your feet move to the rhythm, your body turning like water around a rock. Moving smoothly as your skirt decorated with coins sang with your movements. Your face held a smile but a drop of confidence in every movement you took. You were smiling but focused. Shinso smirked as you brought out the red fans, twirling them in the wrist to symbolize the death of an enemy. Shinso peered over at Bakugou and Kirishima, the two gods seeming pleased. Bakugou gave a slight grin as he watched the pain trace your brows as you twisted your body to show the havoc the god of war could have on the person he deemed worthy of his wrath. Kirishima seemed happy at your recognition of the brotherhood he represented, grabbing onto your fellow dancer's hand to show union among soldiers.

Shinso, unlike many other gods, he didn't have a dance. A temple, yes, but no accurate recognition within the arts. Regardless, Shinso was the god of the mind. That small thing that controlled everyone, he was the person who decided who had control over their bodies in fits of anger or even intelligence, yet he paled in recognition when standing next to the other gods. The people would say a second or even third tier, though most had the intelligence to never say such aloud.

When the ceremony ended, Shinso watched you quickly bolt away, the sweat on your tired body cooling with the autumn air.

"It's interesting." Kirishima's voice broke the silence among them. "Why do you think she left so quickly when she led the dance?" There was more curiosity in his voice than disdain or offense.

"Who cares? One extra leaving among them is nothing to worry about."

"Maybe they're tired," he heard Mina pipe up, the god of dance and fun. Bakugou grunted, and the purple-haired god could only roll his eyes. You were a favorite among the three gods; your diligence with dance and worship to them was clear as day. Mina also seemed extra excited the moment you started to practice, your laugh echoing the square as you and your fellow dancers practiced. Then Kirishima would lean over Mina's shoulder, smiling toothily at your loyalty to the sport and your dancers. Then Bakugou, who would laugh proudly at your determination and rather fire spirit. Picking up a discarded shoe and chucking it at a passerby who dared gripe about your routine.

Shinso enjoyed you for another reason: your dance. You made one for him, only him. You had come up with it when you were young, and Shinso watched you with fondness and a smile when you were a toddler tripping over your feet. He is only a few years old, then you are the time, and found your determination to an unworshipped god as himself endearing; maybe that is why you were one of the smartest of the village. Now you were an adult, unmarried but married to dance. Perfecting the dance for the mind god. Now, you scurried to the safety of your home, stripping yourself of the fiery red jewels and placing them delicately on the table. Shinso, invisible to your eyes, stood near the door, watching as you began the dance. Moving yourself to walk a circle, your body still exhausted from the dance you had just finished. Your hands moved up, and you drew shapes as you spun and moved. The bells on your wrist jingling.

You were smooth on your feet, and Shinso watched, struggling to not move, as you collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. You had managed to finish the dance perfectly before your body gave. And Shinso, struggling to not catch you, watched. He couldn't make his presence known that clearly; it would go against nearly everything the gods stood for. So, instead of the next morning, as you left your tiny home for dance and worship, a slick cat sat a foot away from the door. Its bright purple eyes staring at you. Shinso watched with a smirk as you baby-talked the cat, scratching it behind the ears. When the feline meowed loudly, you froze before returning and giving a high pitch meow as well. Shinso watched, likely to your horror if you knew.

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Ten days had passed, and as usual, you danced for Shinso- the god of intelligence every night. And every day, a cat would greet you at the door, dropping flowers, small objects, or itself at your feet.

It was this one time, midnight, when you had a candle lit as you danced. That's when you were caught. To be honest, Shinso wasn't even sure what you did wrong. Human rules seemed so asinine and meaningless. But yet you stood barefoot on your wooden stage, the one you used to dance on daily. Around you, men with lances and spears stood, waiting with bated breath for permission to end your beautiful life. You were going to dance till you collapsed, where then you would be stabbed and bled to death for the villagers to see.

Shinso was unaware of where his fellow gods were, likely busy with other villages and wars, unaware of their favorite being told to dance till exhaustion and death.

The back of your mind screamed at you; had you taken the hand offered to you a year ago, you would have been free of this horrid nightmare. Just trapped without dance and movement, but not in this particular torment. Yet you knew that would have yielded a more slow and steady death than this, forced to stay home and never dance again.

Your eyes peering at your sisters of dance, some holding coldness, others pain, a few seeming happy at your demise. Snakes, you had thought, happy to watch their lead go so they could take your place.

"Dance for your god, Traitor."

There it was, Shinso's mind clicked; the town didn't worship him. They must refuse to. That alone was a death sentence for some gods, though Shinso wouldn't usually care. However, this was different. The flutes started, adapting to your rhythm as you showed your improvised dance for the god. It seemed to Shinso that the band that also played for you seemed sorrowful. Their music, while lively, seemed dead and soulless. One young man banging the wooden drums, the thick skin of cattle attached over the top, seemed to be quietly weeping.

You spun, the mocking purple dress they dressed you in floating with you, the broken coins on the dress colliding and jingling. Your face held a scared and happy look. Your smile tight, feet moving with a perfect rhythm. When it ended, the man from before shouted: "Again!" And so it began. The hair on the back of Shinso's neck rose, and his jaw tightened as you went again, your bare feet scrapping the rough wooden stage, causing what he imagined splinters and rips in your trained souls.

"Again!"

“Again," your sloppy movement led one man to jab his spear at you, barely missing your side. Roars of laughter ran through the ground. The drummer wept louder as your sister in dance screamed in dread.

"Enough!" He boomed. The world went silent; he couldn't stand to watch your decimation of him be turned more into the way of torture. You collapsed, legs shaking from exhaustion from completing this draining dance 5 times. Shinso had reached his limit; the other gods could rip him apart later for disregarding the rules. The village cared little for signs of his presence; that was made clear when the black cat looming and hissing was pushed aside. The purple-eyed feline hissed louder, only to be kicked. He gave them a warning, but they chose to disregard it. Shinso walked to the stairs, flipping his wrist at the guards who dared block his path. Their bodies snapped to boards, stiffly standing upright with their lances lying on the ground. Shinso walked to your crumbled form; even in pain, you managed to go to your knees. Head down to show respect. He could hear small sniffles and saw why when peering over your hunched form. Your heels, souls, everything was splattered with drops of blood and sharp pieces of wood. Anger rose in his throat. "you punished the favorite of the gods." He spoke slowly and calmly. Anger faltered heavily in his voice. "Mina. Kirishima and Bakugou will hear of this betrayal." He spoke, watching the crowd grow tense with fear and worry.

He could hear the quickening of your heartbeat and breathing. Slowly and surely, he picked your body up. Allowing you to struggle and break free if you wish, yet you didn't. Instead, you stayed in his hold, silently letting tears slip from your eyes as you gazed at the crowd that once upon a time adored you. "You will know their wrath, as well as mine, very soon." It was a promise, and the village soon broke out in chaos and fear as the deity, and you seemed to vanish.

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"They did WHAT?!" Bakugou screamed. Your bandaged form leaned further into Shinso's side, causing the god's heart to flutter slightly. Your feet were skillfully wrapped in bandages and dressed in fine silks. You watched the red-haired god grow increasingly irate, pacing around the room as he listened to Shinso. Mina sat on the counter with a sweet smile as she listened, though her grip on the marble counter led it to start cracking increasingly more. "They underestimate us. They must take our omens as nothing more than coincidences." Kirishima spoke. Mina hummed in agreement. Shisno didn't say anything; he knew they took their omens seriously, and by the way, Bakugou looked at Kirishima, he knew as well. Yet neither of them said anything. "Then we show them." She mused, a wicked grin stretching her lips. Shinso's hand rubbed your back, allowing you to hide further from him.

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Shinso watched you dance on the marble stage, your body moving like water once again. You dance every gob's recorded dance. Your body finding unlimited energy in its new goddess form.

You were a minor-minor goddess only worshipped by the remainder of your village. Specifically your sisters of dancers, the musicians, and a few townspeople who cried and wailed at your failed execution.

The cats, purple eyes, and various fur coats meowed and chirped at your dancing. Amused and interacted with the movements and tingling of bells and charms.

"Shinso!"

You called, your smile bright and happy as you finished the dance of sleep. You reached your hand out, the golden bells jingling. "Come dance!" You called, grabbing his arm and pulling him on the stage. He allowed you to, smiling lazily you both freely danced. The goddess of dance moved with the mind god. Dancing still, their audience grew tired and fell into a purring slumber.

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ariiluvsyou · 2 years

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scenario where shinsou and reader (fem) were having "fun" then they got caught by aizawa 🤭 [u dont have to write this lol!!] - v

Authors Note: Hello V!! Omg, thank you for using a sign off your the first person to do that I really hope I see you regularly! Oh! And please feel free to use emoji sign off if you’d like too, ＼(≧▽≦)／

OFC I’D WRITE THIS FOR YOU! I made it into more of a short fic bc like you said its like a scenario but hope you like it my friend! Also thank you for requesting Shinso, I LOVE Bakugo but I felt kinda bad for him being the only one in my MHA/BNHA masterlist

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Shinso Hitoshi x F!Reader

Description: After a very tiresome meeting with Aizawa, your pro hero boyfriend decided you were the perfect candidate to let off some steam. Not only was he enjoying himself, but he was also getting some much needed revenge by fucking over his mentor’s desk. Too bad Aizawa decided to enter his office at the wrong time.

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Spanking, Light Choking, Exhibitionism, Degration + Praise, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Getting Caught Doin The Nasty, Angry Sex

Word Count: 1222

Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything, Tag List

“Fucking slut,” Shinso growled out, his thrusts slapping hard against your ass with every syllable. He was pissed, since becoming a pro hero Aizawa had managed to be up his ass about every mistake for the past month, and it seemed today was the last straw for your boyfriend.

This is what caused your current position, bent over his boss's desk, clothes haphazardly pulled down just enough so he had access to your aching cunt. You whimpered, pushing your ass to meet his leaking cockhead halfway, scratching at the dark oak desk from the ecstasy Shinso provoked.

"Toshi!" You cried when he hit a sensitive spot on your spongey walls, your pussy fluttering around him in a way that made his hips stutter before quickly working back into his rough pace.

Shinso's hands moved from his place on your back to trail up your sides, making sure to give your breasts a sharp squeeze, before placing two of his fingers on your pouty red lips. "Open," he commanded, a slight pant in his voice.

You whined once more but decided to obey since he already wasn't in the best of moods. You parted your lips, making sure to swipe your tongue along his fingers as two of his pale appendages into your mouth.

"Suck 'em, you know what I like," your boyfriend used his other hand to slap your ass, creating another red mark on top of the many finger-print-sized bruises you adorned. Quickly you got to work, swirling your tongue and moaning around his digits.

"Damn, had to shut you up with my fingers so we don't get caught," he laughed mockingly, although he himself was in no better shape than you. His usually flared-out purple hair was now starting to droop, sweat beading at his forehead as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes and the most adorable scrunch to his eyebrows as he focused on pushing himself as deep as possible in you. Fuck, why did he have to be so pretty?

You couldn't take it anymore, the way his dick stretched you out so deliciously, the way he moaned and grunted, the way he had a tight grip on your ass and tongue. "Toshi, Hitowshi bwaby, so gwood," you moaned, voice muffled by his fingers which were now stroking your tongue, thumb rubbing your cheek from the outside.

Shinso pulls out of your warm heat till only the tip was left, laughing at the way you cried out. You attempted to rub yourself on him, searching for any type of friction but Shinso was quick to push on your back, your breasts smashing against some very important documents Aizawa had.

"Look at you wiggle," he teased, watching at your cute little hole squeezed around nothing. "So fucking dirty, crying for my cock on my boss's desk," he paused to moan when you squeezed your cunt around his sensitive cockhead. His hand reached down to spread your lips, watching as he slammed his full length into you.

"Hitoshi!" You screamed, voice not coming clear since his hand abandoned your drooling mouth and moved to grip on your neck. He squeezed gently, providing a delicious pressure on your throat as he fucked you silly, thrusts so hard they caused ripples on your ass.

"Mmph, baby fuck! So fucking cute, do whatever I ask huh?" Shinso asked, spanking you once more. Your eyes closed as you let your tongue hand out of your mouth, completely drunk off the feeling your boyfriend provided you.

"Yeah, that's it, think you deserve a little reward," his hand reached down to rub your clit, messaging small circles in a way that had your toes curling. "Go ahead and cum baby, cum all over his desk.

There was just something so overwhelmingly hot about fucking on Aizawa's desk, the risk of being caught, the anger behind your boyfriend's movements, how Shinso mixed his degrading with sweet praises, so filthy to the point you couldn't keep quiet anymore despite your weak attempts. Shinso just felt too good, his long fingers lingering on your neck, your ass burning from his heavy hands, him toying with your clit, and of course, his large cock rubbing your sensitive walls in a way only he could. Within seconds the combination of these aspects had you creaming around Shinso's dick.

"C-Cumming! 'm cumming, Hitoshi please!" You begged, legs shaking from the intense feeling, surely you would have fallen if it wasn't for the desk beneath you. Your hands reached out to claw at whatever you could, knocking down some items in the process. "Toshi, please cum, wanna feel you so bad." Drool dribbles down your cheek you lean your head down onto the cool surface beneath you, withering in this intense feeling.

"Fuck, fuck! Why do you have to be so fucking tight—fuck hahh!" Shinso had let go of his grip on your neck and clit, leaving red marks from where his hands had previously been, and used both his hands to grab your waist, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts.

By now your pussy was sopping wet, a thick creamy ring forming around the base of hm and dripping to his balls. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly almost making it hard to pull out. You always milked him so fucking good.

"Shit, why do you have to be like this? My perfect slut."

Shinso panted when he finally pumped one final time, reveling in the wet slapping sound that came from it before emptying his balls in your cavern. Even while he was cumming his thrusts never stopped, although now softer and more sparatic. In the end, you two were a mess, Shinso leaving over your body basking in the afterglow.

It felt so nice, feeling his cum slosh around inside you, his hands petting your head and allowing you to catch your breath. While Shinso could be rough he never failed to treat you like a princess after, you knew when you got home you would be showered in praises, kisses, and massages.

"You okay honey?" He rasped, humping you against the desk. Your cunt couldn't help but flutter around him despite being exhausted. You turned your head to meet his tired eyes, watching as his once angry face from earlier melted into a pretty smile.

"'m okay, but what about you baby? You feel better from earlier?" He chuckled at your response, always so attentive was his girlfriend. With a grin plastered on his lips, he placed gentle kisses on your back, his thurst finally halting as he pulled his head back to watch his cum leak out of you and back onto his cock.

"I'm fucking fantastic."

The intimate moment was halted by loud commotion coming from outside the office, angry stomps trailing down the hallway to the front of the door.

"They fucking did it again! I swear to god these kids will kill me, they destroyed so much fucking property! In fucking ruins!" The voice of Aizawa growled out, most likely screaming at his assistant before slamming his office door open.

Shinso was fast to react, quickly pulling out of your warm heat with a hiss before scrambling to pull his pants up and using his body to hide your naked body from the very angry pro hero.

"Oh my fucking god!" If Shinso thought Aizawa was annoying before, he was in for a real treat.

Authors Note: OKAY OKAY YOU CAN IMAGINE THE REST! I think Shinso would attempt to use his quirk to make Aizawa forget this whole fiasco but idk if he’s quick enough (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Also sorry this is shorter than usual! But I hope you enjoyed anyways <33 Please leave a comment, lemme know what you think! Don’t forget to check out my other works, and requests are currently open!! BYE BYE (ノ*°▽°*)

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Bound Together: Chapter 3 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; mild gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, implications of misandry (male misogyny), Non-Con (perhaps Dead Dove since it could be disturbing to some), violence, bullying, sexual harassment and possibly more.

Reader has a huge fear of adult men/rape. Reader is EXTREMELY MANIPULATIVE. Reader is a foreigner (American, to be specific). Reader has their own backstory.

I've genuinely never got into BNHA, so the timeline and such is most likely inaccurate, but Hitoshi managed to steal my heart so here we are.

Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader:

Wordcount: 14,000+ words

Series chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Current, ongoing.

Weeks passed since that day at the festival. It became more of a norm for (Y/N) and Hitoshi to sneak into each other’s apartments and sleep together. After the first night, they both realized how easy it was sleeping with one another. (Y/N) just further explained convinced how they should sleep together more by giving him a list of facts of why it’s healthy and how it improves sleep.

It was (Y/N)'s turn to sleep at Hitoshi’s place. They usually slept there more as his parents didn’t quite care what Hitoshi did with his life after finding out about his quirk. (Y/N) at first despised their negligence, knowing how bad it was for Hitoshi’s health after first-hand experience with it, but now she’s thankful for it as it not only allows her to sleep in Hitoshi’s room with little consequence, but it also made it so he sought out her comfort and affection once he realized just how nice it was to be held after having that need neglected for so long.

Hitoshi’s tried numerous times to convince himself that their relationship was normal. He’s seen girls with their best friends hold hands together down the street, even kiss! (Y/N) and Hitoshi hold hands often now, and they’ve only accidentally kissed once, so their relationship is pretty normal, right? Sure, they sleep together every night in the same bed, cuddling each other and refusing to let go of one another, but he bets other friends do that same thing too! Even if they don’t, this must just mean that their relationship is extremely special and beats all other relationships, right?

He’s really really tried to convince himself on that, but he doubts best friends usually have your heart pounding while doing those things. He doubts that your best friend’s smile knocks the air out of your lungs and makes you want to crack a stupid joke to keep said smile on their face. He doubts holding your best friend’s hand makes you want to cherish the warmth and hold on tighter. He doubts wiping your best friend’s hair out of their eyes is supposed to create an electric shock in your heart or fingers when they make eye contact with you. He doubts that looking at your best friend unconsciously lick their lips when they’re concentrating on something makes you want to kiss their lips instead.

Yeah, all just friendly things in a friendship between two really good friends.

Hitoshi was coughing in his sleep and his body felt hotter than usual. His body temperature was too hot that (Y/N) woke up early, hating how hot it was. She placed her palm on his forehead and woke him up.

“How is your throat?” (Y/N) questioned.

“My throat?” he questioned right back, before realizing what she meant with how croaky it sounded.

“You’re sick, Toshi. You need to stay home and rest.” (Y/N) spoke, getting up from his bed.

She grabbed her school uniform and walked out of his room, getting dressed in his bathroom and fixing herself up for school. She grabbed a bowl of warm water and wetted a towel, along with grabbing some morning medicine from his medicine cabinet. She walked back into his room, setting towel on his forehead and giving him a cup of medicine so he could drink it.

“I’ll be back after school to check up on you. You go back to sleep now, okay?” she spoke.

Hitoshi nodded, not having much fight in him as he closed his eyes. (Y/N) grabbed her backpack and walked out of the front door, heading to school alone.

He has a weak immune system. Karma spoke.

You can’t talk, you don’t have an immune system. (Y/N) retorted.

Exactly. Mine isn’t weak because it doesn’t exist. Karma explained.

(Y/N) walked to school and changed her shoes at her locker. She walked to class, finding there was still free time before class started. She opted to putting her head down and resting, passing the time for until class starts.

She woke up when the bell rang, keeping her head down to listen to the teacher’s lecture. The beginning of class was just a study period, she’ll go back to sleep until their science lesson begins. She laid back down until the next bell rang for science.

School is boring without Hitoshi. (Y/N) thought to herself.

Let’s skip. Karma spoke.

(Y/N) thought about the idea, not seeing too much trouble in it. The least the school will do is lecture her, the only reason she really got into the school was so the school could be credited a “we accept all diversities."

Sure. (Y/N) spoke. How are we getting out? She questioned, looking around, then to the agenda board.

Science has a lab today, she’d be placed in group work. She waited for the teacher to place her in her group, a group of all girls (usually, if Hitoshi was here, the teacher would place the two together in a group since they worked well together). She pretended to check her phone for a minute, then frowned.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to leave class right now. My friend is going through a really tough time at the moment and right now she’s sobbing her eyes out. I hope you understand.” She spoke to her lab partners, grabbing her backpack and running out of the room when the teacher turned her back.

If the teacher noticed she was gone, her table mates would at least have that excuse to give the teacher. If she wasn’t noticed missing, that would also work in her favor.

Where are we skipping? Karma questioned.

We have to wait out until lunch, that’s when students can leave campus. (Y/N) explained.

For student council only. They’ll check our ID’s. Karma explained.

You can help with that, can’t you? (Y/N) smirked. Just find a third-year that looks similar to me, look for the gold sticker, then steal their ID.

Karma didn’t have any objection to that, she can skip boring studies and get to run around. She considers that a major win. (Y/N) took off her backpack and let Karma crawl out.

Third story have all the upperclassmen classes, be careful of the hall monitors though. They’re strict with making sure the seniors don’t try to skip their classes. (Y/N) explained. I’ll be in the library “studying”. Find me when you’re done.

Karma ran off to the stairwell, a skip in her step to show her enjoyment of skipping school.

I should go to Hitoshi after getting out of here. (Y/N) thought, walking down the hallway.

The school was big so she had to navigate her way through security and student council’s jobs. It took a lot of work and patience having to wait out the stationed security—she even had to hide in an open locker. Thank God she didn’t close it all the way, she didn’t want to ask Karma for help opening the locker since Karma would never let her live it down.

She almost made it out of the hallway until she had to make a quick duck in a classroom because of a quick turn a security officer made down the stairwell.

(Y/N) whipped into the nearest classroom, almost slamming the door (she made sure she shut it gently, she didn’t want all her hard-work wasted).

“What are you do—“

(Y/N) turned around quickly, placing a finger to her lip.

Great, just my luck. She thought, seeing Hiro and his gang.

She ducked down, signaling all of them to get down too. They looked at her funny before hearing footsteps in the hallway, then they decided to listen. The group of boys and her glared at each other in silence until they no longer heard footsteps, waiting a minute just to be sure they were gone. Gen stood up first, being the first one out of all of them to break the silence.

“What are you doing out of class?” he questioned.

“Going to the library.” (Y/N) spoke.

“And you’re ditching the security?” Kishō questioned as all the boys stood up from their spots.

“I forgot to bring a pass.” (Y/N) lied, getting up off the ground.

“Never thought I’d see the day you’d be skipping.” Hiro smiled, walking towards her. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. First you get into fights, then you sleep in class, now you’re skipping class?” Hiro clicked his tongue. “I thought you were better than this.”

“Uh, yeah.” (Y/N) brushed him off carelessly, turning around and grabbing the door to slide it open.

Someone grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from the door. They turned her around, meeting face to face with Hiro as he dragged her to a counter. Yamada grabbed her backpack off her shoulders and threw it to the ground while Hiro pushed her back against the counter as all the guys circled her.

“Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” Jāo smirked.

Karma, I need your help with Hiro and his gang. I’m near the third-year classrooms by the last stairway to the commons. (Y/N) informed.

“You’re certainly forgetting personal space.” (Y/N) huffed, pushing Hiro away and elbowing Kishō as she moved away.

Gen grabbed her hand and pulled her over, pushing her into the nearby counter, caging her against the counter with his arms.

“We need a little something to keep quiet about this.” Gen nudged.

“I don’t follow.” (Y/N) hissed, using her arms to push against his shoulders and create space.

“Just put on a show for us. Just for a few minutes, yeah?” Gen spoke, his hand gliding up her skirt.

(Y/N) quickly kneed his crotch, causing him to hunch over and give her the perfect opportunity to punch him, knocking Gen out. He fell on the ground just as Jāo grabbed her arms to hold her still. (Y/N) leaned her arm back to the counter and grabbed the first thing she felt in her hands, grabbing a pencil and stabbing Jāo’s shoulder. Jāo backed out of the fight to tend to that, unsure of whether to rip the pencil out or keep it in as his hands shook indecisively.

Hiro and Yamada stepped in quickly. Hiro dodged one of (Y/N)'s fists and got behind her, grabbing her arms since she seemed to enjoy fighting with those the most. Hiro forced his legs in between hers, locking them in his so she didn't try and kick any of them like she had to Gen. Yamada grabbed a pocket knife out of his pockets and held it up to her throat, forcing her to quit squirming so she didn't get hurt.

Wow, okay. Didn't know Yamada would have the biggest balls of the group. (Y/N) thought to herself, taking a deep breath in to calm her nerves and think of her next move.

It's hard to think when you're sandwiched between two guys, both your arms and legs being restrained while someone else had a pocket knife to your throat. Yamada's knife trailed down to her unbuttoned uniform, slashing a rip from the top of her collar to the end of her shirt. Alarms went off in her head as she dealt with the attack, before noticing the shadow figure coming up behind Yamada. Karma had quickly knocked Kishō out with a swift karate chop to the neck, but she wanted to be quick so she could get to Yamada.

(Y/N) planted her feet down firmly, using force to push her weight into Hiro, knocking them both back a bit to where Yamada's knife was no longer near her. Karma grabbed Yamada's knife out of his hands, using her other arm to grab his head and slam it down into the nearest desk, not stopping until his body fell limp. (Y/N) turned around and fought Hiro's hands at they both tried to gain control of each other. (Y/N) knew she'd be overpowered almost easily, she planted her legs down and squatted, grabbing his arm and using her legs as leverage to throw him over her shoulder. Hiro fell onto a desk, momentarily stunned as the air from his lungs was stolen. Karma decided to take over, grabbing Hiro's head and hitting it against the desk until he went limp too.

They both turned their heads to Jāo, the only conscious one out of the bullies. He put his hands up real quick to surrender, flinching at the movement due to the pencil stuck in his shoulder. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, walking up to Jāo.

Get Yamada's pocket knife and put it in my backpack. (Y/N) ordered to Karma.

"Do you have hand sanitizer?" (Y/N) questioned to Jāo.

He nodded hesitantly, "In my pocket."

(Y/N) felt his front pockets before finding it, taking it out of his pockets. Luckily, it was pure alcohol sanitizer, no added aromas or troublesome chemicals.

Grab paper towels from the wall. (Y/N) told Karma.

"This is gonna hurt." (Y/N) spoke.

(Y/N) grabbed the pencil from Jāo's shoulder and ripped it out quickly as he let out a yelp. (Y/N) grabbed the paper towels Karma handed her and padded the pouring blood away, then lathered the wound with hand sanitizer (getting another yelp out of Jāo). She wiped away the excess blood and told him to hold the paper towel there, fishing around in her skirt pocket before finding a little container with bandages.

"You just carry those around? That's dumb." Jāo spoke, stifling a soft laugh.

Kinda cute too... Jāo thought.

"It's coming in handy, is it not?" (Y/N) spoke, allowing a small smile to appear on her lips.

She opened the container and grabbed a bandage, peeling off the wrapping. She moved Jāo's hand (ignoring the way his face heated up slightly) and applied the band-aid on his wound.

She could care less how deep the hole was or anything, it was his fault to begin with. If he wanted to go to the ER and get it checked out, he can do it without her.

"There. All better. And don't worry, you won't get lead poisoning." (Y/N) explained. "Your friends are gonna wake up in at least ten or thirty minutes." (Y/N) spoke as Karma touched her back, returning inside of her.

(Y/N) picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She pushed her hand against the classroom door but stopped when she heard Jāo speak up.

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled, gaining her attention as she turned around to look at him. "It wasn't cool for us to corner you and threaten you... like that." He huffed. "Wasn't cool all the other times we hurt or picked on you either."

He says this, but he won't make it an effort to change. Karma huffed. Tomorrow he'll go back to being a pain in our ass!

"You say this, but I don't believe you're actually sorry." (Y/N) admitted, speaking out both her and Karma's thoughts.

"That's understandable." Jāo nodded. "I can prove it."

(Y/N) hummed, thinking about it. Well, it'd certainly be nice to get some blackmail on them.

"Jāo." (Y/N) spoke, gaining his attention.

She paid attention to the blush on his face and mentally smirked.

He likes the caring type? Huh? I can play that. (Y/N) thought, nearing him.

"What information can you give me on all the boys here, huh?" she questioned, getting up close to his face.

"I-I can't really—" (Y/N) placed her hands on Jāo's cheeks, leaning her face closer to his.

"C'mon, Jāo. If you tell me, I might give you a little reward." (Y/N) pushed, licking her lips to make him pay attention to how close they were to his.

"Um... Kishō has daddy issues." Jāo spoke, immediately throwing his bud under the bus. "Yamada stole that pocket knife from his older brother, who would genuinely kill him if he found out..."

"Any more, hon?" (Y/N) questioned, wiping her thumb gently on his face to lead him further into her trap. "Just some more details. I'll make it your worthwhile."

"S-sheesh. Um... Gen has a crush on his cousin from his mother's side, Aunt Debra, her eldest daughter Josie." Jāo explained. "Hiro... has a crush on you and likes picking on you because you'd notice him that way."

Woah, wasn't expecting that. Karma admitted, as (Y/N) blinked, almost slipping up her act.

"What about you, cutie? Surely there's a little something you might tell me about yourself?" (Y/N) smiled.

"I-I might have a crush on you too now!" he blurted out, his face beet red as he got embarrassed.

(Y/N) giggled, letting go of his face and backing up as he covered his face with his arms, ashamed of easily being swayed with just a few words.

"Are you ready for your reward?" (Y/N) questioned. "Close your eyes."

Jāo removed his hands from his face rather quickly, his face still red but a determined smirk on his face, closing his eyes real tightly. (Y/N) wound up her fist and punched him in the face, a crack being heard as his nose gushed blood.

"W-what the hell?" Jāo spoke, holding his nose with his hands.

(Y/N) took a step closer, bending down so Jāo could get an eyeful of her chest through her destroyed shirt as an apology. She removed his hands and swiped under his nose with her thumb, applying the crimson shade on her bottom lip, closing her mouth and smearing the blood on her upper lip. She placed her hands on Jāo's jaw and kissed his cheek just under his right eye.

"Mwah!" she kissed audibly so he could hear, moving away to admire the kiss she left on his cheek. "Do me a favor and keep this whole incident and all between us. You can do that, right?"

Jāo nodded as (Y/N) took a few steps backwards, then pulled out her phone from her backpack. She pulled the camera out and took a picture of Jāo's vulnerable, pathetic, bloodied (and slightly aroused) state. She shoved the phone back in her backpack and walked out of the class, licking her lips to rid herself of all the blood as she made her way out to the gardens.

What are you doing? I thought we're going to the library? Karma questioned.

We can't wait until lunch, Hiro and the others will be conscious then. They'll be furious at us, and I already told them we'd be there. Going to the library is a death wish, we're going past through the back gates. (Y/N) explained.

She ran to the back where the security was, having Karma get out of her back and take shape of a random student. Karma ran past the security quickly, causing the security to chase after her. (Y/N) ran to the gate and climbed it, jumping over and landing on her feet.

I got out. Let's go. (Y/N) spoke, running away from the school and to Hitoshi's apartment.

(Y/N) waited at a stop sign for Karma, catching her breath. Karma caught up and touched (Y/N), going back into her body. (Y/N) made it to Hitoshi's apartment and climbed through his bedroom window. Hitoshi jolted awake at the noise, seeing (Y/N) on the ground with a torn-up uniform and messy hair.

"Hi, Toshi." She smiled, standing up from the ground and throwing her backpack on the ground.

"What happened to you?" Hitoshi questioned, alarmed as he sat up from his bed.

"The usual. Hiro and his gang." (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders.

A scowl formed on Hitoshi's face as he was about to stand up, only for (Y/N) to push him down on his bed.

“What do you think you’re doing, mister?” (Y/N) lectured, placing her hands on her hips. “You gotta be in bed sleeping off this sickness!”

“How can I sleep when your whole shirt is basically ripped and your chest is hanging out?” Hitoshi grumbled. “What all did they do to you?”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, but stopped.

Does he not like my chest? She thought, a tinge of insecurity crawling into her mind.

Would another girl with a bigger bust satisfy him?

Focus. Karma huffed.

(Y/N) adverted her eyes for a second, her silence only concerning Hitoshi more, before looking back at him.

“Just some light touching, but I’m fine now. I had Karma help me escape.” (Y/N) spoke, crossing her arms to make herself seem a little tougher, but in actuality it just gave away that she was feeling small and weak at the moment.

“Come here.” Hitoshi sighed, the scowl still present on his face but he at least tried to make it look softer so that he wouldn't accidental scare her.

She had no objections coming near him (Hitoshi was thankful she still trusted him and his touch). She climbed into his lap without needing to be told, wrapping her arms around him and placing her head on her shoulder.

Hitoshi used one of his hands to rub circles on the exposed skin of her back where her uniform’s hole was, petting her messy hair with his other hand.

“Are you okay?” Hitoshi questioned, his voice soft.

(Y/N) took a moment, deciding whether or not she really wanted to answer that.

“No…” she mumbled. “I-I was really scared that-that they’d do more than just touching.” She admitted, tears forming in her eyes. “If Karma didn’t come save me, or if she wasn’t out which would’ve made Hiro’s quirk take effect, they could’ve really done more. They had a knife and threatened me, ripped off my shirt and tried going up my skirt.” She cried, shoving her face in his neck.

Hitoshi listened to her, using all of his will power to not stand up and find the group.

“I didn’t like their touches. I hated it. I like your touch better. Your touch makes me feel safe, it makes me feel happy. I like being able to touch you like this, not with anyone else but us.” She confessed, sniffling. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go on a rant.” She muttered.

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m glad you can talk to me about this. It won’t ever happen again. They’ll leave you alone, I promise.” Hitoshi spoke, the promise coming out of his tongue without even processing the words himself. “You should be allowed to talk about your feelings with me.”

“I’m sorry for bothering you. You’re sick and tired and you need rest.” (Y/N) spoke.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I want to you go to me when you’re upset or in trouble. You’re not a bother.” He admitted.

She nodded, more tears escaping her eyes as she sobbed more at his words. She hid her face in his neck, not caring how sweaty he was from his fever or how hot he felt to the touch.

“Thank you.” She cried. “Thank you so much, Hitoshi.”

“Here, you go shower and you can spend the night. Okay?” Hitoshi spoke.

(Y/N) nodded, hesitating to stand up from his lap and escape his arms. She ended up getting up reluctantly, unwrapping her arms from his head. She rummaged through his closet for a big long-sleeved shirt before finding a black one she liked. She walked out of his room and to the shower, undressing.

Hitoshi bought bath products for (Y/N) when she started to stay the nights more often ([Y/N] bought some for him too at her house, though it’s hidden in her room to hide from her family). It brought her joy to know he bought products for her and just her. It made her happy knowing she was the only girl staying at his house, sleeping in his bed cuddling him at night.

Karma suddenly forced her way out of (Y/N)'s body, shocking her as she jumped.

“Karma, what the hell are you doing?” (Y/N) questioned, instinctively covering herself up with a towel.

“I need to run. I have too much adrenaline still. I’m going to go crazy cooped up in your body.” Karma groaned.

(Y/N) huffed, rolling her eyes, “Fine, fine. Go. Just be quick.”

Karma walked through the door and to Hitoshi’s room. Karma walked through Hitoshi’s door, alerting him.

“Hey, lover boy.” She spoke. “I have a little proposition for you.”

Hitoshi looked at her suspiciously. He knew that if she was out, there usually was trouble to follow with her.

“What is it?” Hitoshi questioned.

“Me and you both know those bullies aren’t going to stop leaving her alone. We have to do something about it.” Karma spoke.

“… Like what?” he asked.

Good, he’s actually entertaining the idea. Karma thought.

“We could kill them, make them transfer schools, something like that.” She suggested. “I promise I won’t tell a soul.”

“What? We can’t do that. I want to become a hero and so don’t you?” Hitoshi questioned.

“Sometimes… heroes have to make sacrifices. Your good deeds will outweigh your bad ones. Besides, no one is going to find out. I won’t even tell (Y/N).” Karma egged on. “Cross my heart.”

Hitoshi paused, thinking.

“You… wouldn’t happen to know where they all live… would you?” Hitoshi questioned.

“I’ve done my own spying while she’s been asleep. I can write down the addresses.” Karma spoke, an invisible smile on her face.

Hitoshi ignore the slight fear that bubbled in his chest at Karma’s words. He gave her a paper and pen as she started writing the names and addresses.

“You’re going to make sure she stays asleep tonight while I take care of them. Okay?” Hitoshi ordered.

“I can do that.” Karma agreed. “I’ll even do you a favor and unlock all their windows so you can go in.”

Karma walked outside of the house, going to fulfill the promise she gave Hitoshi. Hitoshi looked at the list Karma gave him, going on his phone and opening tabs for all of the locations as he sat down on his bed. He decided on the shortest route to get all of them in one night, putting his phone in his pocket just as (Y/N) knocked on the door, entering his room.

Hitoshi opened the covers for (Y/N) to climb into, noticing how she had no problem getting in the bed. He noticed her dull eyes glance at the paper on his desk. (Y/N) swore she recognized that handwriting.

He ignored the paper and hoped she would too. She didn’t mention anything as she hooked her legs around him and rested her head on his chest.

“Are… you okay now? Do you want me to sleep on the couch tonight?” he questioned, not wanting her to be uncomfortable or scared.

“No!” (Y/N) exclaimed, sitting up rather quickly. “Don’t leave me, anything but that.” She spoke, her eyes starting to form tears in them.

Right, Karma’s gone so (Y/N)'s emotions are unstable at the moment. Hitoshi thought.

Karma is apart of (Y/N)'s body and mind in a sense, so she shares half of (Y/N)'s limbic system (the emotional part of the human brain), so when the two of them separate from each other, their emotions are unstable and their logic can be scattered. It's one of the annoying parts of their quirk, which can be troublesome quite troublesome to making the right calls in battle.

“No, no. I won’t. I just wanted to make sure you feel safe.” Hitoshi mumbled, his voice quiet to soothe her.

“I feel safe with you.” (Y/N) spoke, not even taking a second to think about her answer as she stared at him with an unusual seriousness in her eyes.

Hitoshi smiled softly, gently guiding her head back down onto his chest. She didn’t hesitate laying back down, allowing Hitoshi to pet her wet hair with one of his hands, the other wrapped around her to keep her close.

“You tired?” he questioned, keeping up with petting her head so she’d fall asleep quicker.

“Yeah.” She admitted, her hands clutching onto his shirt to keep him close to her and to anchor herself.

Hitoshi took off her glasses and placed them on his nightstand, continuing to soothe her until he was certain she was fast asleep.

Karma phased through the window, being careful not to knock anything down. She walked up to Hitoshi and (Y/N), standing over them. She opened the window gently, pulling through a long rope and black gloves.

“They’re not home.” Karma spoke, leaning down and rummaging through (Y/N)'s backpack.

“Where are they?” Hitoshi questioned.

“The abandoned cabin near Lake Samui.” Karma informed, pulling out Yamada’s brother’s pocket knife and handing it to Hitoshi.

“All together?” Hitoshi asked, receiving a silent nod from Karma. “What’s with all this?” he questioned, talking about the rope and gloves as Karma handed him the knife.

“Just in case you gotta round them up like cattle. Keep your fingerprints off the knife and bodies too. You never know when you need a knife.” Karma smiled, indirectly screaming at Hitoshi to murder them.

Hitoshi sighed, “Okay, you make sure she stays asleep.”

Karma nodded, helping Hitoshi untangle himself from (Y/N)'s grip. Hitoshi managed to break free, taking a second to look back at the two.

Should he really be trusting (Y/N) in her care? Sure, they’ve lived together for basically their entire lives, but still, Karma has a knack for creating chaos. And can he really ensure such an important secret to Karma?

Karma waved her fingers teasingly, as if knowing his thoughts.

“Don’t worry. Have fun~” Karma whispered, a childish glee in her voice.

No. No, he won’t. But as long as he just gets the boys expelled or convince them to moving schools, then she wouldn’t have to endure such abuse when he’s not looking. He gathered the rope, gloves, and pocket knife Karma gifted him and climbed out of his window, landing on the ground. He pulled his phone out of his pockets, discarding the route originally made. He knew how to get to the lake, it’s best not to use a GPS, especially at this time to look up where the lake is. That’s be suspicious and a possible connection to him.

How convenient of them all to be at the lake, did Karma do something? he thought, walking towards the lake.

It was an hour walk on foot, giving Hitoshi all the time in the world to reconsider and turn back. He’d force them to switch schools, get a good few punches in to give them a taste of what will happen if they don’t comply. Hell, he can send Karma to go after them and she’ll do it just because she can get away with it.

The laugh of the group echoed throughout the lake’s thin woods, giving away their location as Hitoshi walked near. He needs to get rid of Hiro and his quirk; Hiro can disengage someone else’s quirk within ten feet of him, so if Hiro activities his quirk before Hitoshi can get him under his brainwash, it’d be a fight of 5 against 1 while he'd be temporarily quirkless—he doesn’t exactly like those odds.

Hitoshi got close enough to see their silhouettes by a fire they made. He could make out their voices, their laughs and taunts, their grumbles and grips, talking about what they did to the junior high senior.

“Did you how her bottom lip trembled?” Yamada giggled.

“I was kinda knocked out.” Gen huffed, annoyed.

“Two kicks was all it took for you to get knocked out? Let alone two kicks from a girl half the size as you.” Kishō giggled, messing with Gen.

“Wish I would’ve saw. You should’ve took a picture, good material for later.” Hiro sighed.

“Gross, man.” Kishō gagged. “I don’t need to know how often you wank it.”

“Shut up.” Hiro hissed, punching Kishō’s shoulder. “Can't blame me. She’s American. Exotic, they say. It’s not everyday you see what a naked American looks like face to face—they’re naturally more curvier than Japanese women, you know.”

“Hiro’s got a thing for foreign women.” Gen teased. “Besides, you can’t talk, Kishō. Your dumbass got knocked out by the shadow. How the hell did you manage to not see that?”

“Dumb luck! I had my guard because you and Yamada were taking care of things. I didn’t think she’d try anything with a knife against her throat.” Kishō sassed back.

“Oh! That reminds me! She took my brother’s knife! He’s gonna kill me when he founds out it’s stolen, and he’ll probably drown me in my own blood once he figures I took it.” Yamada groaned.

“We can just get it Monday. Shinso wasn’t there today, probably won’t be Monday. Even if he was, she won't be with him all the time.” Hiro shrugged his shoulders, before a smirk spread across his face. “Hey, maybe we can get her tomorrow. See the birthday suit?”

“She was a piece of art at that festival. That image is still stuck on my mind man. Japanese kimonos look hot on foreigners.” Gen admitted, giving his own devilish grin.

“Hey, guys. I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” Jāo spoke up.

“Finally fucking speaks.” Gen spoke, before realizing what Jāo said. “What do you mean? You didn’t have a problem with messing with her today.”

“I didn’t know we were going to go that far.” Jāo admitted. “Don’t you think that’s kind of messed up? Trying to assault her like that?”

“What? You want her to yourself or something?” Hiro snarled. “You’re even lucky I’m willing to share.”

“Bros before hoes.” Yamada hummed.

“For God’s sake, you tried raping her! Don’t you see what the problem is? That’s way too far!” Jāo exclaimed.

“What? You gonna tell or something? You realize you were there, you could’ve stopped that. You’re just as guilty as us. If we go down, you’re going with.” Hiro explained. “You won’t be a damn hero if you’re in prison.”

“I don’t want to be a hero. I don’t want any of us to be heroes if we’re going to be crooked like that.” Jāo huffed.

Kishō looked at the two friends argue before he whistled, a smile on his face as he hit his palm with his fist.

“I get it, man! You like her!” Kishō laughed. “She stabbed you with a pencil, then bandaged ya up, then fucking punched ya and kissed your cheek! You like the crazies!”

Jāo opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He couldn’t defend himself, not with how red his face was. He could still feel the sting of her punch, but also the warmth of her kiss.

A bubbling feeling started to form in Hitoshi’s stomach and chest. It was like anger, but different. He’s not sure what it is or how he’s describe it, but he knows he hates the feeling.

“Sorry, Hiro called dibs.” Yamada spoke.

“Bummer.” Gen spoke sarcastically, clicking his tongue.

“Yeah. You can’t just steal her like that, I called dibs years ago, before you joined our group.” Hiro growled, standing up from his spot on the dirt.

“She’d like me better than you anyways. At least I still have some morals, not to mention the kiss she gave me.” Jāo spoke seriously, standing up from the ground too so he could challenge Hiro.

The bubbling feeling in his chest and stomach exploded. His hands shook and his body felt awfully hot for a winter night. He walked up to the group and looked at Hiro.

“Hiro.” Hitoshi spoke.

“How the hell did you find—“ Hiro’s eyes went blank, the string of words he was going to say now nonexistent on his tongue.

“Gen.” Hitoshi called out as Gen neared him, a pissed off expression on his face.

“I’m still mad abo—“ his eyes went white too, no longer vocal.

“Kishō.” Hitoshi acknowledged.

Kishō charged at him without a word, swinging his fist at him. Hitoshi dodged and grabbed his arm, slamming him down onto the ground.

“You son of a—“ his fell under Hitoshi’s quirk.

“Yamada.” Hitoshi spoke.

Yamada stayed where he was, unsure whether to run like a coward or fight and most likely lose.

“Speak. Or are you too scared of me?” Hitoshi questioned, hitting a nerve in Yamada.

“I’m not sc—“ he fell too.

A headache was forming for Hitoshi, his concentration close to breaking, but he had just one more person. Jāo stood there, not in fear, but in understanding. Like he knew this was their punishment.

Hitoshi deemed he wasn’t a threat and quickly grabbed the pocket knife from his pocket, cutting the long rope into four sections. He tied nooses with the rope and he walked to the motionless men standing in front of him, placing the nooses on their necks before tightening them tightly.

Jāo now understood what Hitoshi was doing, but he was too afraid to try and stop him with force, so he used his words.

“Wait, aren't you supposed to be a hero? You can’t do this.” Jāo spoke.

His words almost snapped Hitoshi of his concentration, almost snapped the strings connected to the brains of the gang.

“Justice is blind in the eyes of the law.” Hitoshi spoke. “Heroes have to make sacrifices.” He spoke, relaying the words Karma told him.

Hitoshi found a big rock to stand on as he lifted one of the bodies—Gen—by their rope, tying the ropes end on the tree. He broke Gen out of his concentration, moving the rock away so Gen couldn’t use it to stand on. Gen immediately snapped his hands to his neck, trying to undo the noose but it only made the rope worsen, tightening itself around his neck more.

Hitoshi heard the footsteps behind him, Jāo’s scared but pissed off expression reaching his eyes as he turned around.

“You can’t kill them. You can’t have all of them suffocate and die slowly like that.” Jāo explained, walking closer to him.

“Did you guys stop when she said to?” Hitoshi questioned.

She said it herself. If Karma wasn't there to save her, they wouldn't have stopped. Hitoshi thought. So why should I stop?

Jāo’s eyes held uncertainty, and his mouth wasn’t quick enough to try and defend him.

“W-well, no… but—“ and the last domino falls, completing the game as he too fell under Hitoshi's quirk.

Hiro, Jāo, Gen, Kishō, and Yamada are the losers of tonight’s game.

Hitoshi handed the pocket knife into Jāo’s hands.

“Jāo, cut your wrists.” He ordered.

Jāo brought the blade to his wrists, and cut, over and over again, then moved on to the next one.

“Sit down on the ground, lay on your back.” Hitoshi spoke, prepping him for his framed suicide.

He left the knife in Jāo’s hands, turning around to see Gen take his last breath. He grabbed the rock and found another sturdy tree branch, repeating the process of hanging Kishō up, then breaking out of his concentration for him so Kishō could feel the air be taken from his lungs, before meeting with Death. He repeated the steps with the others bullies until there were no more.

He grabbed all their phones from their pockets, using their thumbs from their dead bodies to unlock them, and texted to all of their parents a message.

“I love you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t forget about me.”

“Stay strong.”

“I hope you understand.”

He sent the texts at the same time, changing up each message so it didn’t sound exactly like one person typed it. He quickly left the crime scene, knowing it’d only be a matter of time before one of the parents read the text and call the police. Their phones would be tracked and authorities would get here in ten minutes or less. Hitoshi ran like hell, his thoughts foggy as he guided himself out of the woods.

I’ve should’ve let them suffer longer, but that was the only way to make their deaths look at least semi-normal. He thought.

He could be in bed right now, cuddling (Y/N) and getting an amazing night's sleep, but he’s here, running away after committing first-degree murder for her.

The realization set in on what he’d done. There’s absolutely no way he can even try justifying the murders, not to the law at least. In his brain, he knows what he did is wrong, but his heart is saying that it wasn’t enough. He’s a convicted felon now, a runaway. He hopes that the police have no traces of him, hd hopes he didn't overlook something and accidentally leave a trace of him there. He doesn’t feel sorry for what he did to them, only angry at the crime itself. How wrong can it be for him to kill bad guys? Sometimes prison cannot redeem a man of his wrongdoings, it just worsens the man. They seemed too far gone for help.

Seriously, talking about being a hero when hours ago you tried to assault a vulnerable woman? Not to mention all the times they’ve hurt her before that. Justice was served on a bronze platter, they should’ve have worse done to them.

Hitoshi wasn’t sure who he was more mad at, Jāo or Hiro. Hiro’s claim about owning her, calling dibs on her before all of them. Jāo’s right, like she’d pick him over Hitoshi. Hitoshi’s her friend, Hitoshi never treated her like how he treated her. Hitoshi gave her space and an ear, all Hiro’s given her is bruises and trauma.

And Jāo, the damn lucky bastard. How’d he get a kiss from her, willingly? Hitoshi doesn’t care that it was on the cheek or that she messed him up the most beforehand. He only cares that she gave him a kiss.

At least I was her first. Hitoshi thought.

Those two boys combined could never be good enough for her. They didn’t understand her like he did. He knew her moods, her favorite foods, what to do when she cries, her past. He would be a much better fit for her, if she’d allow it. They’re such good friends that they’ve stayed up together, spent days playing video games together, slept together in the same bed, wore each other’s clothes, even kissed (though accidentally). Hitoshi’s the best person that could ever be a part of her life. She doesn’t hug them, she doesn’t whisper secrets to them, or make funny jokes or wear their clothes or sleep with them—if she did, he probably would’ve killed them sooner.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of police sirens wailing down the road. He was at least five minutes away from the lake’s woods, so it’s be suspicious to see him nearby after they discover the dead bodies. He ducked to the playground nearby, hiding in the bathroom stalls there, waiting until there were no more sirens.

He walked out of the bathroom and continued his way down the road, sticking closer to the shadows.

He shouldn’t have been thinking like that. That’s wrong. He killed five people. He didn’t really mean to go that far, only wanted to teach them a lesson. But they didn’t learn the first time he taught them, so he had to go to more drastic measures, right?

These thoughts aren’t normal. They aren’t healthy. What would (Y/N) think?

(Y/N) this, (Y/N) that. He might be going insane. He blames it on his sickness, his fever. Maybe that’s why he’s so disillusioned at the moment! Maybe he’s just sleeping right now! This is all a dream and he didn’t commit the murders!

He finally made it to his house, crawling into the window quietly as Karma waited patiently.

“What happened?” she questioned, her curiosity comparable to a morbid child’s.

“They’re all dead. I killed them.” He spoke blandly, grabbing a pair of clothes from his closet. “I’m going to shower.”

Karma nodded, resisting the urge to giggle.

Now that they’re out of the picture, Karma won't have to worry about their annoying asses. Now (Y/N) can calm her brain down and shut up about those stupid bullies. (Y/N) will be so happy once she hears they’re gone! She’ll be even happier when Karma explains why.

Hitoshi needed to rid himself of all the dirt on him. He needs to scrub his skin raw, confirm he still did have feelings and didn’t commit that act out of insensitivity or something like that.

When he finished showering, he put on the new change of clothes and made sure to throw out the gloves in the bathroom trash to dispose of later. He walked out of the bathroom and back to (Y/N), seeing Karma had disappeared. He opened the covers and crawled back inside, awaking (Y/N). She jumped, startled.

“Sorry, it’s me.” Hitoshi whispered.

“Why did you leave bed? Where did you go?” she muttered, climbing in between his legs and resting her body on his, placing her head down on his chest as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Bathroom. I went to shower.” Hitoshi lied.

(Y/N) subtly rested her cheek on her right, facing Hitoshi’s bedroom. She peeked at the clock on Hitoshi’s nightstand with blurred vision, making out that it was 10 P.M.

She came here around 1 P.M. when she ditched class, then fell asleep around 2 P.M. She felt Hitoshi leave her arms at 4 P.M. but Karma told her to act like she was sleeping, so she did. When she heard Hitoshi leave the room, Karma simply said Hitoshi had a surprise for later and forced (Y/N) to go back to sleep after an hour of worrying about where he’s going, who he’d be with, if there would be any girls. Karma didn’t answer her and didn’t allow her to leave the room, resulting in (Y/N) using the scent of Hitoshi’s pillowcase to fall back asleep. Then he wakes her up around 10 P.M. fully showered in a new pair of clothes.

Suspicious. She thought.

“Go back to sleep. I’m here.” Hitoshi muttered, resting his hand on her head and the other on her back.

He combed through her messy hair to lure her back to sleep. It worked as she closed her eyes, figuring tomorrow Karma would tell her all about what he’s been up to.

The shame from earlier diminished from his chest and mind as he looked at the girl comfortable in his arms. The warmth in his chest made what he did so worth it. At the end of the night, he was the one she laid with, not any of them. She’s safe now, exactly what he wanted for his friend. . . (Y/N) woke up first before Hitoshi. That was a rare thing, it only proved how exhausting his night was yesterday.

The gnawing feeling of curiosity appeared in her stomach, wondering where he was. It shifted to jealousy, a rabie-like bite as she needed to know who he was with doing what.

She admired his sleeping face, rested her thumb under his eyes

Karma. (Y/N) called out, seeing if Karma would answer or make her suffer more.

Yes? Karma questioned, a giggle in her voice.

It appears she’ll spare (Y/N) the trouble.

You know where he went, don’t you? (Y/N) questioned.

Lake Samui. Karma answered.

A lake? Did he go skinny-dipping with some broad she doesn’t know of? It seems unlucky, but maybe he’s in a rebellious phase of his life? She knew her chest wasn’t big enough to satisfy him!

I can tell you’re overreacting and I’m not even in that section of your mind. Karma sighed.

There were three thought sections in her mind. One designated to just (Y/N), one designed to just Karma, and one where they shared their thoughts and talked telepathically.

Who was he with? (Y/N) questioned.

Hiro and his gang. Karma answered.

What? Why? (Y/N) questioned.

Check the news. Karma urged.

(Y/N) huffed, rolling her eyes. She grabbed Hitoshi’s phone on his nightstand, gently picking up his thumb and using it on the touchpad. The phone unlocked, showing a picture of him and her resting on the grass under their favorite tree. She had encouraged him to take a picture of the two since they didn’t have any photos together. The picture he has as his screen saver is also matching hers, the fact bringing a smile on her face.

(Y/N) took a minute to scroll through his messages and photos before Karma redirected her attention back to the news. She opened up his browser and typed out “Japan news” along with their city.

Multiple articles from just hours ago brought up the suicide of five. Every article she read had very limited information, all she knew was that five teenage bodies of boys were discovered at Lake Samui last night, seeming to be suicides, the authorities say. She didn’t know the names as the police wouldn’t disclose personal information for the sake of the minors, but she could piece out it was Hiro and his gang since they had five members and there were five bodies.

What was Hitoshi doing there? (Y/N) questioned. Why would he be there late at night?

He killed them, obviously. Karma huffed.

Hitoshi? Do something like that? I doubt it, he’s a sweetheart. (Y/N) spoke, defending Hitoshi when he couldn’t. I mean… he’d tell me! We're friends!

Come on. I’m serious! He even asked for my help while you were in the shower. Karma insisted.

But why would he do that? They don’t mess with him anymore. (Y/N) questioned.

Obviously, he has a thing for you too. Karma groaned. You’re supposed to be the experienced one in this field, not me.

I apologize for not believing the falsehoods you lead me to. I don’t appreciate you lying for entertainment. (Y/N) huffed. Especially if you’re involving Hitoshi.

I’m not lying! Cross my heart and everything. You’ll see, he seemed a little out of it last night when he returned. I bet he’ll crack. Karma giggled.

Karma’s last comment brought a sense of fear into (Y/N)'s heart. What if he does break down? What if he tells the police and they take him away from her? What would even be the point of being a hero if it’s not by Hitoshi’s side. If he left, she’d probably quit everything about being a hero, move out of Japan and back to America, start a career in nursing. Or worse, she might kill herself. She was barely able to survive the weekend without seeing Hitoshi before, but now that they’re on a touching basis, she can’t survive five hours without seeing or feeling him.

(Y/N) noticed movement from Hitoshi and quickly deleted the search history so Hitoshi didn’t know she was searching the news. She deleted all other tabs she opened and put the phone back on his charger, hoping he wouldn’t reach for it when he wakes up and sees the battery is down by 2%.

“Morning, Toshi.” (Y/N) whispered, brushing his purple hair out of his eyes.

“Morning already?” he groaned.

“Well, really it’s 2 P.M.” (Y/N) corrected, looking at his clock for a second before turning her attention back at Hitoshi. “Want breakfast?”

“I want to go back to sleep.” He sighed, tired from last night.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” She spoke, immediately squirming herself deeper into the covers as she got in a comfortable position, being held by Hitoshi as she faced the fan he bought for her in his room. . . On Monday, news vans and police cars invaded the front gates. Police tried to hold off the media while anchormen tried to interview students about the dead kids, looking for any information such as who they were, why they could’ve committed suicide.

The police thought it was awfully suspicious for five kids to commit suicide together, of course they could’ve done a suicide pact, but there was nothing for the hanging kids to stand on before they hung themselves; raising some alarms for the police. Not only that, but from student reports, the kids weren’t well-liked either so there was definitely a chance they had enemies. If it was a murder, it was premeditated and five accounts of first degree murder alone.

Hitoshi looked normal per usual, but (Y/N) could tell his nervousness. His brows were furrowed a little more than usual and he avoided all eye contact from her and the police, instead keeping his eyes on the ground. His hands were slightly clammy but it was winter so there should be no reason Hitoshi’s feeling overheated.

Maybe Karma was actually right. (Y/N) thought. She said she helped him. The day he went out there was a paper on his nightstand that wasn’t there when I arrived but it appeared after I shower. The messy handwriting was obviously Karma’s, Hitoshi doesn’t write as passive-aggressively as Karma does to a piece of paper.

(Y/N) spared Hitoshi a glance, gaining his attention from the corner of his eye. He turned to look at her. They both stared at each other in silence before (Y/N) smiled, squeezing his hand slightly to give him reassurance.

We know your secret~ Karma singed, acting as if Hitoshi could actually hear her.

What’s his next move now? (Y/N) thought. We’re going to need to keep an eye on him in case he tries to rat himself out to the police.

He seems easy to crack under pressure when he feels guilty, and he definitely feels guilty right now. Karma commented. You can watch him during the day and I’ll watch during the night?

Why are you trying to help? You’ve already done enough damage. (Y/N) huffed.

Because I unlocked all their windows and rummaged through their rooms. That looks suspicious. The time that Hitoshi left last night, if the police tracked his phone, they would see he wouldn’t have had enough time to go to all their houses then the lake, and he never even passed them. So they’d think there was an accomplice, which was technically us because I broke into their houses and told Hitoshi where they were. Karma explained.

I shouldn’t be held accountable for your actions. (Y/N) sighed. But that’s just more of a reason to keep him quiet. We all will go down if he confesses.

We can still kidnap him? Karma questioned.

You’ve lost the smart streak you just had. (Y/N) commented.

(Y/N) and Hitoshi walked into class together, letting go of each other’s hands as they walked to their seats sat next to each other ([Y/N] made Karma change the seating charts digitally when the teacher assigned the seats). (Y/N) noticed the way Hitoshi kept his eyes on the window. He wasn’t very talkative today, but (Y/N) wasn’t either.

Is she sad that they’re gone? Is she mad at whoever did it? Is she mad at me? Is that why she’s quiet? Hitoshi thought anxiously.

“Toshi.” (Y/N) whispered, getting his attention. “Why are you so scared?”

“It’s just… surreal that they actually died.” Hitoshi whispered back.

“It’s not so bad, I mean. At least they won’t pick with us anymore?” (Y/N) spoke, then realized how dehumanized she sounded. “But, it’s a little depressing since they were apart of our lives. Even if bad.”

That makes them sound important. Hitoshi thought, resisting the urge to grimace.

He seems displeased. Was that not a good enough response? How do I feign grief while seeming not out of touch? (Y/N) thought. Should I start crying? Will that prove to him I’m a little affected by their deaths so it doesn’t seem like I’m crazy or apathetic, yet I don’t care much about what he did so I wouldn’t hold it against him?

Human emotions are very complex. Karma sighed.

I agree. (Y/N) commented.

The bell rang, signaling for everyone to get into class. The students that walked in either whispered or didn’t speak at all, seemingly stunned at the loss of the five students.

What’s the big deal? Five students out of the entire student body, who cares? They were assholes anyways. I say it should’ve been done sooner. Karma huffed.

Humans are social beings, I supposed it’d be natural to feel sympathy for the loss of others. Think about their friends and family, they’re probably heartbroken at the news. It’s like watching a kid die in a movie, it touches the audience and brings out the wanted reaction of sadness. (Y/N) explained.

So, you’re telling me humans can feel another’s pain? Karma questioned.

Yeah, that’s probably the closest you’d get to understanding it. (Y/N) confirmed.

Karma’s not as good with emotions as (Y/N). Karma has more battle IQ and brawn, but (Y/N) has more emotional IQ and brains (even if the emotional IQ is just a little more than Karma’s).

When lunch rolled around, Hitoshi hesitated a bit with standing up to go outside. The media might try to talk with any students who leave the school to get lunch, hell, news reporters will go as far as to trespassing school grounds to talk with the students because their company needs the latest details first before any other rivals get a hold of them.

“Our tree is in the back, away from the front gates where the reporters are. We’ll be safe from their greedy hands.” (Y/N) reassured.

“I just hate all the attention. Too much noise.” Hitoshi sighed, the lie believable enough for any outsiders hearing, but (Y/N) knew better.

They walked out of the classroom with no fear of being tailed by Hiro’s gang, heading to the vending machines to buy lunch; probably something like chips and a drink. (Y/N) didn’t make any lunch last night due to all the events that unfolded so quickly.

(Y/N) guided Hitoshi to their tree outside, being right as there was indeed no reporters, just stray students walking around and the high kids hiding near the dumpsters.

(Y/N) sat under the tree, watching as Hitoshi basically collapsed onto the ground. She waited a minute for Hitoshi to speak about something, anything really, just hear his voice and thoughts.

But he didn’t say anything, he kept quiet.

“Do you think it was actually a suicide?” (Y/N) questioned.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” Hitoshi sighed.

“Understandable.” (Y/N) nodded, not wanting to pry and have him mad at her.

She didn’t want to sleep on the couch, or in her own bed alone if she made him mad. Hitoshi hadn’t kicked her out yet so she’ll fully abuse every opportunity she gets.

That led her wondering to what their relationship really was. Friends don’t sleep in each other’s beds holding each other late at night; especially if they’re the opposite gender. They especially don’t kill for each other either. It made (Y/N) wonder if Hitoshi finally likes her now. The signs are there, he spends almost every day and night with her now. They eat meals together, sleep together, watch TV together, hold hands together, almost anything that can come to mind. The only time they seem to be apart is when they’re in the bathroom or (Y/N) has to go back to her father's to avoid suspicion (Hitoshi always ends up climbing through her window to sleep with her during those nights though).

Why don’t you ask to date? Karma questioned.

Are you serious? With what’s going on in his brain? He’s obviously affected by what he’s done, I don’t want him to panic and say no! (Y/N) hissed. When he’s in a more stable state, I’ll confess. So I’m going to have to wait a few months, perhaps when high school starts.

Their lunch was quieter than usual. No little games or random questions, the silence they had wasn’t even a comfortable one, but it wasn’t awkward either—just dead.

The pair stood up and headed back to class when the bell finally rang. For once, (Y/N) was more worried about Hitoshi than the math equation on the board. Hitoshi couldn’t even focus, he started to speculate that (Y/N) knew—there’s no way Karma actually has the ability to not tell (Y/N) something that can cause problems. From now on, Hitoshi has to keep a close leash on (Y/N).

Hitoshi may have a leash on her, but (Y/N) knows she can drag him in the dirt if she truly desired. . . Hitoshi knows it’s wrong. He understands he’s making his friendship unhealthy and risking his friendship by doing this. He used to believe he and (Y/N) spent almost all their time together, but now he knows they truly do.

He refuses to allow (Y/N) to leave bed without him, even if she has to go to the bathroom (he’ll wait in the hallway). He’s always watching from (Y/N)'s shoulder whenever she’s on her phone, even going as far as to unlocking it while she’s sleeping so he can go through text messages, call history, and search history to make sure she hasn’t contacted the police or spoken about the possibility of her knowing. He doesn’t allow her to go outside in public without him, always making sure he’s holding her hand in case she tries to wander off to the police station. Perhaps he’s being a little too paranoid and probably only setting alarms off in her head, but instead she seems to be enjoying the attention.

He doesn’t miss the big smile she gives him when he initiates hand-holding first, or when he hugs her tighter to make sure she doesn’t leave bed. It was exhilarating to be on the receiving end of the clingy affection. Her heart speeds up and her face gets red, but in a good way. She hopes that whenever she holds Hitoshi’s hand that he feels the same way she feels when he grabs her hand first.

He hopes—prays—that (Y/N) doesn’t notice how he’s purposely going out of his way to spend all his time with her. Even on the days she goes back home to spend at least some time with her family because her father is finally off with her hero work, Hitoshi would be staring through the window, waiting for the second she finished the little social intervention so he could call her to come over again. He’d read her lips to make sure she wasn’t spilling anything about him or the five boys who “committed suicide”.

He wants to say he feels terrible about stalking her like this, but he’s been learning so much more about her now that he’s going out of his way to pay attention. He’s an observant person as it is, but now it’s like he really knows her like the palm of his hands.

He knows of the burn marks on both her hands. He was peeking over her shoulder one night while she was texting (making sure she wasn’t contacting the police) and he noticed the pale marks. He questioned her about it and noticed how her face turned red yet played it off. “Oh, just some accidents I had as a kid. I was clumsy cooking.”

She was embarrassed of the scars because she was afraid it’d be unattractive to have damaged hands, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact starting to absentmindedly trace the scars whenever they held hands (it never failed to make her face explode red when he did this).

He had learned about her writing books. Sometimes during mid-conversation or in class, she’d pull out her phone and write notes that came to her mind, ideas for her current stories or ongoing stories, thoughts for her to unravel and piece together later. He found the book on her shelf one day when he was alone in her room when she went to go shower. He noticed her name on the book and opened it, reading the first chapter until she finally came back. When he questioned if she wrote it, she nodded and showed him her laptop with the ever growing story ideas and plans.

Since then, whenever she published a book, he’d be the first one to buy it. He usually read them while she slept or in his rare spare time since she got embarrassed when someone would read her work in front of her, unsure if they’d enjoy her hard work or not. She was ecstatic when he returned and rambled on about the characters and story ideas inside of just saying a “that was good” or “good job” like everyone else did.

It made her feel as if the hours of researching, writing, planning, editing, rescaling, formatting, and tears she spent on the book was for nothing or had little value. It made her smile knowing he genuinely enjoyed her work and it left a mark in his head that he had to go to her and talk about the details he noticed. He actually pointed out the small details, actually put in the time to observe the words she had written.

Her writing gave him a better understanding and glimpse of her thought process. A writer usually puts themselves in the main protagonist’s shoes that way their actions, words, and thoughts would be of the protagonist, but sometimes, a writer’s true perspective accidentally slips into the page, whether it’d be a favorite color or a character. He noticed how one of the characters in her book had a little more screen time than the other characters, a good friend of the main protagonist who struggled with insomnia, so the pair would go out on long night drives to battle her friend’s insomnia. The characters were hinted of having crushes on one another, and he noticed how (Y/N) got especially more flustered than usual when bringing up how he liked the bond between the two characters.

It made him wonder if that was her true feelings about him, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The story was about the murder of the main protagonist’s friend, and how everyone forgot him except her. He returned to her one day in spirit, asking for her help to find his killer. The crazy thing was there was a clone (more of a shell) of the best friend wandering around the place, helping erase people’s minds of the murder. A tale of mystery and the supernatural, of romance and of betrayal. It was definitely something more different from her other books, but he felt enraptured all the same. The dead friend’s tired eyes, his soothing voice, his pale skin, his teasing yet sarcastic remarks, his actions such as holding the protagonist’s hand through her anxiety—all of it left his face red and heart hammering at the possibility (Y/N) was describing them, his face in mind when she was writing (friendly blushing, of course, because they’re friends, he tried to convince himself).

His stalking led him to noticing many things. The items she had saved on her online shopping cart (he went through her phone). The books she read (mostly of slasher horror, fantasy, and true crime, but he did notice a couple of manipulation and deception, whatever those were for). He noticed the TV shows she enjoyed. He noticed the pattern of stuffed animals she had; big and fluffy and cute, oddly enough for her personality. Even learning her favorite foods in each category.

All these details help create an image of (Y/N) in his head, each new thread of information helping perfect the image and expand ideas of how to react in situations and what to buy for gifts (friendship gifts, of course).

Unfortunately, his prayers of her not noticing could not be answered (whether there was no God or he wanted to see Hitoshi suffer for his sins), as he was caught. Many times.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N) questioned, sleepy eyes recognizing her phone case in Hitoshi’s hands, along with seeing the threads of messages he was reading.

“Nothing.” He spoke, waving it off despite the sweat rolling down his face from being caught.

He’s been caught scrolling through her phone while she slept.

“Toshi? What are you doing all the way over there? I can walk to the mailbox myself.” (Y/N) shouted, spotting Hitoshi from down the street when she got too paranoid and turned around to make sure she wasn’t being followed.

“The weather is nice!” Hitoshi shouted.

“But… it’s pouring? And you don’t like getting wet?” (Y/N) spoke.

Caught tailing her in public (not only to the mailbox, but the grocery store).

Those were only two scenarios of the many stalking situations he’s been finding himself in. He tells himself it’s just to make sure she doesn’t learn the truth, and if she does, keep her mouth shut, but he’s convinced it’s because of the beating in his heart. The heat in his face. The sudden inability to breathe. The soothing tranquility of her touch. The luring relaxation of her voice. The blood rush to his ears and—

“Toshi? What are you doing out my window? It’s 2 A.M?” (Y/N) spoke, suddenly opening her window and scaring the soul out of Hitoshi.

“I—Uh.” He stammered. “Couldn’t sleep without you.”

“Oh.” (Y/N) spoke. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep without you either. Come in. It’s cold out there.”

Hitoshi climbed into her room, shutting the window behind him as she walked to her door and locked it.

“You know, you’ve been acting a little weird lately. Mind telling me?” (Y/N) questioned.

Hitoshi looked to the side, unsure of what excuse he can use this time.

“It’s complicated.” He sighed.

“Sure is. You’ve been on edge for weeks.” (Y/N) pointed out, walking to Hitoshi. “Could it be? No…” she muttered, purposely audible for Hitoshi to hear her.

It’s time to let the mask slip.

“What?” Hitoshi spoke quickly, alarmed.

He knew Karma couldn’t be trusted.

“It’s just… Karma told me something funny a few weeks ago. The day after the those boys committed suicide. But it’s probably noth—“ he was so quick, she didn’t even notice he moved until she felt herself get shoved down onto her bed.

He had pushed her down and pinned her wrists, his legs in between her legs, trapping her from trying to escape him. Her fear of men be damned, he couldn’t even remember that if he tried to, at the moment he was too worried on what she knew. He needed to know what she knew.

“What did she say, (Y/N)?” Hitoshi muttered, his voice quiet, as if scared anyone else would hear their conversation, serious enough to acknowledge her name (something rare from him).

“She said you killed them. Hiro, Yamada, Jāo, Gen, and Kishō.” (Y/N) spoke.

“She’s a liar.” Hitoshi snapped.

“Oh, but it makes sense, Hitoshi.” (Y/N) retorted, a smile growing on her face.

For the first time, he didn’t like her saying his full name. Not as sinisterly as she said it.

“You left that same night they died. You left late. There was a paper on your desk that had Karma’s handwriting. I read their names and the addresses. Then you left when I fell asleep. I woke up because you weren’t there and Karma was on watch. You came home hours later with gloves on your hand and your clothes smelt like the woods and Jāo’s cologne. You showered right when you came back and crawled back in bed. My pocket knife I stole from Gen was missing, found at the crime scene later on the news.” She explained. “Why aren't you the killer?”

“It was a��mistake. I didn’t mean to.” He hissed.

�� “Oh? Hitoshi, what happened to you saying you didn’t kill them? I thought Karma lied, you said.” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Fuck. I-I… I did. I did do it.” Hitoshi confessed, his lungs having a hard time breathing at his confession, as if telling him to not utter the words. “But I didn’t mean to.”

“How could you not mean to? You got their addresses. You figured out where they were. You walked hours to them. You were fully dressed and tied your shoes. You had gloves, rope, my pocket knife. You couldn’t stopped at one, at two, at three, hell even four, but you stopped at five. You stopped your murder spree when there was no other man left to kill.” (Y/N) explained. “You know what that makes you? Do you know what killing five people makes you? Not only a murderer, or even a serial killer, but a mass murderer.”

Wow, Karma really set him up on that. Was that planned?

“It. Was. An. Accident.” Hitoshi hissed, his grip on her wrists tightening.

“You can say that, I can say that—the police won’t.” (Y/N) hummed.

His heart fell out of his chest, betrayal lacing his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, love. You’re almost making me feel bad.” (Y/N) pouted. “Why’d you do it? Huh?”

“I…” he paused, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves as he started shaking. “I was mad. They hurt you—and that wasn’t even the first time. They could’ve done worse if Karma didn’t step in.” He confessed. “I wanted you to be safe. For them to never hurt you, I killed them for you.”

Yeah, he killed them for her. She’s safe now. He saved her. She’s basically indebted to him now. The least she can do is keep a measly secret for him.

“Jāo was killed different. Why?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Just felt like it…” Hitoshi muttered, adverting her eyes.

“He was my favorite one.” (Y/N) hummed. “He was cute too. I would’ve gave him more than one kiss, but—“

“Shut up!” Hitoshi snapped, his grip tightening on her wrists more.

She relished the pain, imagining the bruises for later as she let out a giggle, obviously enjoying this little moment between them.

“You were jealous. I knew it.” She laughed. “You wanted your own kiss, didn’t you?”

Hitoshi refused to look at her, his jaw tight and clenched as his eyebrows were furrowed, showing his rage.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” (Y/N) barked, gaining his attention.

She thought it was funny, she was the one pinned under him yet she held entire control of the conversation and situation.

“Now tell me, were you jealous of Jāo? Were you jealous that I patched him up? That I kissed—“

“Yes.” Hitoshi hissed, his teeth gritting together as he cut her off, anything so he didn’t have to hear the dreadful details of the two sharing an intimate moment he should’ve had with her.

(Y/N) hummed, pleased of his submission.

“You know. I didn’t kiss his lips. I could’ve, but I saved that for you.” (Y/N) admitted. “You’re the only one I would want to kiss like that.”

“…Huh?” Hitoshi voiced, confused.

A few moments ago, she was beating it into his head that he’s a mass murderer, and now she’s talking about wanting to kiss him?

“I can’t do that if you’re in jail. So, let’s make a deal.” (Y/N) smiled. “I’ll keep your secret safe if you kiss me. A real kiss, not a peck.”

“W-what? But… we’re friends. Friends don’t kiss each other.” Hitoshi mumbled.

“That’s because we’re special friends. Me and you have been together for a long time, so we’re special friends. Special friends can kiss each other.” (Y/N) explained. “You said you wanted to kiss me, did you not?” she questioned, tilting her head and licking her lips so a gloss appeared on them.

“I-I mean… yeah.” His words are getting twisted by her, he knows that much, but he also knows she’s speaking the truth he tried to hide under his words “but—“

“I’m willing to go to jail for you. I’m willing to be an accomplice to murder, the least you can do is kiss me, Hitoshi.” She spoke, pouting her lips.

He was shocked, unsure of what to do. His heart told him to do it, but his brain had alarms going off at her red flags he’s just now noticed. He’s too deep in now, and if he backed down now, she can easily turn him in and wouldn’t be an accomplice because she’d have the excuse of “not knowing” until now since he gave an official confession.

He’s not sure when he leaned in, but found himself giving in as he brought a hand up to her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. (Y/N) used the opportunity to take her hand and rest it on his cheek, using her other hand to grab his shirt and pull him in closer, resting his chest on hers. Hitoshi pulled away after a few seconds, maybe three.

“My lips are now sealed.” She whispered, looking into his eyes with nothing but sickening-sweet adoration.

Hitoshi let out a relieved sigh. He hopes that she’s better at keeping a secret than Karma. He looked down and noticed the smile on her face, her cheeks red as she looked up at him.

“See? It wasn’t so bad! Did it taste like strawberry?” she questioned.

Hitoshi took a moment to think. He couldn't exactly focus on the kiss, not his with pounding heart or shaky hands. The fear of almost being caught and blackmailed, then the sudden request of a kiss, was working his heart and brain overtime. He couldn't even process the kiss, his first purposeful kiss (both kisses that he coincidentally shared with her).

"I-I don't know..." He muttered. "I gu—"

(Y/N) grabbed his shirt and smashed her lips onto his, stealing another kiss from him. His eyes widened, shocked at her boldness, but he soon closed his eyes, taking the time to relish the taste of her lips like how she wanted. His hands found their way to her head, wrapping his fingers around her tresses and positioning her head in a more comfortable position for them both. She gave his bottom lip an experimental lick, silently telling him to do that same. He did, and somehow the intoxicating strawberry taste got stronger, like a drug he couldn't get enough of. Before the kiss could develop any further, she pulled away. He found himself chasing her lips for a second before gaining his composure. A fire red took over his cheeks, ashamed of how caught up he had himself over a little kiss with his best friend.

"Did you taste it then?" she whispered, her voice low and sultry to tease him.

He nodded, adverting her eyes so he didn't have to look at them and have his heart quicken again.

"Tastes good, yeah?" (Y/N) questioned, receiving another nod from him. "You can kiss me as much as you'd like to taste it again."

Her comment shocked him, forcing his eyes back to her as he opened his mouth.

"But—"

"Special friends, remember? We're allowed to kiss each other." (Y/N) spoke, before her lips turned into a pout. "Do you think I'm lying to you? You think I'd like to you, Toshi?"

Hitoshi noticed how she went back to using his nickname again. He was a little relieved of that, it must mean that the tense situation disappeared. Hitoshi realized that even know he wasn't pinning her arms anymore, he still had her caged on her bed.

"Oh, sorry." He muttered, backing up a bit to give her space before remembering her question. "No... I don't think you'd lie to me."

He honestly wasn't sure he believed his answer himself. He believes he's lying to himself too.

"Don't be sorry." (Y/N) smiled. "I liked it." She confessed.

Hitoshi looked down to advert his eyes, noticing the marks he left on her purple wrists.

"Ah, crap. Your wrists..." he pointed out.

He wanted to reach out and touch them, gently rub them in hopes that their normal pale color would reappear and the dark red marks would disappear. He didn't even realize how rough he was treating her.

"I'm sorry." He finally got out.

(Y/N) trailed her eyes down to them, noticing the coloring. It'll bruise later, but she doesn't mind, she actually looks forward to seeing the vibrant color later.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Hitoshi." (Y/N) waved off.

"But I hurt you." He spoke, his eyebrows furrowed, angry in himself. "I told you I killed them to protect you, but I ended up hurting you."

"Hitoshi..." (Y/N) sighed.

She used his first name, becoming serious once more (something he didn't quite like, not after everything that's happened tonight). She stood up from her bed and walked towards Hitoshi. She noted that he didn't even try to back up, he just stayed in place and watched as she got closer, close enough to rest her hands on Hitoshi's face, forcing him to make eye contact with her so he knew she was being serious.

"I trust you. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. I wouldn't have let you pin me down for as long as you did if I felt unsafe." (Y/N) admitted.

Hitoshi nodded, his nerves at ease as he looked into her eyes, before noticing the way she started smiling.

"Besides, it felt good. I like it when you do it." (Y/N) confessed, backing up from him to give him space. "You should do it more, yeah?" she hummed.

Hitoshi almost choked on air at her confession, his eyes darting to her as he gulped air down.

"Hey! Y-you can't just say that!" Hitoshi spluttered.

"What? I'm just being honest." She smirked. "Anyways, you're probably tired, huh? It's been such an emotional roller coaster for you. Come to bed."

Hitoshi hesitated for a second. After everything they've been through tonight, is it really a good idea to sleep in the same bed with the girl who not only is blackmailing him, but who he was also kissing just moments ago? His mind grew fuzzy just remembering the kiss again. He's convinced she has her own brainwashing quirk, there's no way a memory should have that much of an influence on his heart.

(Y/N) was already in pajamas, but she went through her drawers and gave a pair of clothes for Hitoshi. She unlocked her bedroom door and walked out of her room, going to her bathroom to brush her hair and use the restroom. She left Hitoshi with his thoughts.

He's not sure if (Y/N) is a sociopath or a psychopath or both. Considering her mood swings tonight; from prying, to cunning, to straight up manipulation, to teasing, to seriousness, to manipulation, to teasing once more. He's certain a stable and normal person wouldn't act like that (he's also sure a "stable and normal person such as himself" would stick around and deal with this too).

As (Y/N) brushed her hair in the bathroom, Karma tried leaving her, but (Y/N) fought her reigns.

"What are you doing?" she hissed, accidentally speaking out loud, then recognizing she was verbally speaking and retreating to the subspace Karma and her shared to communicate with one another in private.

I'm not going to let you cause anymore trouble! (Y/N) huffed.

I can't believe you allowed me to stay in your body during that kiss! With absolutely no warning given to me! Karma snapped.

I didn't know it would happen, besides, you didn't feel it. (Y/N) sighed.

I don't want to be in your body at night with him anymore! she whined. Who knows what else you both will do! Teenagers and their damn hormones!

Shut up! (Y/N) growled. Fine. You can leave at night, as long as you stay in the house and don't communicate with anyone!

She knew damn well Karma would leave the house, she just hopes she won't create as much trouble as she has lately.

Deal. Karma agreed.

(Y/N) sighed, pulling up her nightgown so Karma could leave her body without ripping her clothes. Karma quickly escaping, turning to look at (Y/N) before running through the bathroom door, going who knows where.

(Y/N) opened the door and walked back to Hitoshi, opening her bedroom door before turning around and shutting it, locking it behind her. She crawled into bed and opened the covers for him, noticing the slight tensing of his shoulders before he relaxed, laying down in bed with her yet keep his distance.

Like I'm going to allow that. (Y/N) thought, scooting closer to Hitoshi and grabbing his head, leading it to her chest and making him the little spoon as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, before resting her hand on his hair and threading her fingers through his hair.

She noticed how his eyes widened, and before he could speak, she stopped it.

"It's about time for you to be the little spoon now." She spoke, then smiled. "Want a goodnight kiss?" she teased.

Hitoshi let out an exhale of air to let out a huff, rolling his eyes to seem annoyed, but she knew he wasn't by how the corners of his lips raised and how his cheeks had a dusted pink sunset on them. He leaned up and gave her a goodnight peck on the lips. Even though it was a peck, she supposes it'll suffice.

She knew she had him wrapped around her finger, but she knew he didn't mind it either.

That was the last of what I had for this series! The Amnesiac! Obsessive! Patient! Andrew Graves x Yandere! Nurse! Reader is currently my main priority to write, so the next chapter for this series might take some time.

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