tsumuus

[tsumuus]

𓄲 ❝A MOMENT’S HESITATION❞

pairing ﹕ katsuki bakugou x reader

— content warning: part one here. confessions! deaf! katsuki. hearing aid malfunctions. reading lips. reader cries. profanity. kissing. soft! katsuki. arguing. — word count ﹕ 1,408 — a/n: I AM SO GLAD SOMEONE ASKED FOR A PART TWO OF THIS OH MY DAYS ! ! request here.

a week passes and things have been . . well, to put it lightly, awkward. katsuki’s texts are dry, he makes himself scarce in your presence, and when he actually talks to you, he sounds almost strained. you’re not sure whether or not he still wants you to attend the dinner party. when you text him about it, he sends a quick,

03:43 [ kats ] : yeah

it’s almost nerve wracking knocking on his door later that evening. the party starts at seven, but you show up at five. partly to give yourself time to get ready, and partly because you want to know what the hell is going on with katsuki.

“hey,” he greets curtly, nodding once. he looks past you, like he can’t meet your eyes. “you’re early.”

you blink at him. once, twice, before taking a deep breath. “i showed up early last time, too. i came to hang out with you, update you on my life. you know, since you haven’t bothered to check up lately.” you know it’s a little bitchy, but he deserves it right? he’s all but ignored you this past week.

he winces at your words and you feel a little bad. “yeah, i’ve been, uh, busy.” there’s a pause, then he steps to the side. “hungry? my mom made a cheese board thing, so there’s shit left over.”

you shift your bag on your shoulder—the one that contains your dress, makeup, and other various items you might need tonight—and shake your head. “not hungry.”

“cool.” you walk inside, brushing his shoulder as you do so.

this is so weird. you feel like a first year again, treading lightly around the angry blonde who wasn’t there to make friends. except this time, he’s not angry, just uncharacteristically quiet. without his guidance, you make your way to his room, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

he follows, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat at his desk. your eyes drift from him to the vivarium sitting on said desk, where his snake is perched in a log. you get distracted for a moment, staring into the seemingly mesmerizing eyes of viper. a cliche name, you think, but katsuki got the snake when he was a wannabe badass twelve-year-old, so you can’t really judge it.

katsuki clears his throat and you snap your head over to him, meeting his carmine eyes. “did you pass the test?”

“test?” you repeat, brows meeting in the middle.

“the one in mic’s? i helped you study for it?”

“oh, right.” you nod a couple times. “yeah, i passed it. it was actually easier than i thought it was going to be, i don’t know.”

he smiles, weak and not full of pride like you’re used to. “probably ‘cause i helped you, huh?”

you nod again, tight-lipped. an awkward silence settles over you, reminding you of silence from last week, when he wanted to say something, but didn’t.

“okay,” you say frustratedly, throwing your hands up. “what’s your deal, katsuki? you’ve been acting really weird for the past week and it’s really confusing. did i, like, do something wrong? because you’re normal with kiri and mina, but when it comes to me you’re . . . standoffish?”

he stares at you like a deer stuck in headlights, unblinking, unmoving. he stays like that for a long, drawn-out moment. it feels like years, but can’t be more than a few seconds. “you didn’t do anything,” he mumbles finally.

“cool, so you’re just acting like an ass for no reason?”

“i’m not acting like an ass!” he exclaims, fists clenching where they rest on his thighs. “i’m-“ he cuts himself off, sighing, and stands up, chair rolling behind him. “i’m not acting like an ass, i’ve just been . . .”

“busy,” you finish for him, a dejected tone to your voice. “right. too busy to text me, too busy to not walk away everytime i enter a room, too busy to talk to me like a normal fucking person. right, no, yeah. that makes total sense.” you roll your eyes and stand as well, fixing your bag as you sigh. “listen, if you didn’t want me to come tonight, you should have said so. i have schoolwork to do anyway.”

you make a move for the door, but he sidesteps, now planted in front of you. his eyes bore into yours, face flushed, jaw set. to an outside party, he’d seem pissed. to you, however, this is pure frustration.

“katsuki, move.”

“no.”

“jesus christ!” you say in an incredulous laugh, letting your bag fall to the ground as your arms go limp. you spin on your heel and press your palms to your eyes. “you won’t talk to me, and you won’t let me leave.” you turn back to him and glare. “what do you want from me, katsuki? you can’t keep acting like this and expect me to go along with it?”

without a moment's hesitation from him, he surges forward, cupping your face, and plants his lips on yours.

you’re frozen in your spot, eyes wide, nervous system going haywire. you’re unsure of what to do. is this why he’s been acting so weird all week? because he likes you?

as soon as your mind catches up with reality, and you let your eyes fall shut, he makes a grunting sound and pulls away, not meeting your eyes. he brings a hand up to his ear and snaps a couple times, brows furrowing in frustration.

“what the fuck?” he mumbles to himself, pulling his hearing aid off and turning it over to look at the battery. you can vaguely see a green light flashing and realize his hearing aids have died.

just your luck. of course his hearing aids would die in the middle of the most telling moment of your guys’ relationship. and of course your sign language is still shitty. and of course you would start to cry, because why wouldn’t you?

he must sense a disturbance in the air because he looks up at you, eyes softening as he clocks the tears welling up in your eyes. “i’m sorry,” he says quietly. you can’t tell if it’s because he’s scared of being too loud or if it’s because he’s trying to be soft, but it makes you cry even harder.

“you kissed me,” you whisper, running a hand down your face. his brows furrow in confusion, gaze dropping to your mouth. “you kissed me,” you repeat, this time trying to make it more intelligible.

“stupid fucking hearing aids,” he curse, more to himself than to you. he scowls, then looks at you and sighs. “i’m not good with words. i was hoping that, uh, kissing you would explain it for me. did it?”

you let out a small, wet laugh and shake your head. “does this mean you like me too?”

“wait, go slower.”

katsuki fully lost his hearing in second year, meaning he can still say words properly without his hearing aids, but has trouble reading lips. he’s improved a lot since then, but it’s still shoddy.

you chew the inside of your cheek. “do you like me?” you repeat, this time slower, more articulate.

hesitantly, he nods. “that’s why i’ve been acting like a douche. because i didn’t . . .” he pauses, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “i didn’t think you liked me back. and i was trying to distance myself. you- you do like me, right?”

a grin splits across your face, and you take his face in your hands. you lean forward, stopping just before his lips, and whisper, “i think i might love you, katsuki bakugou.” you close the distance between you too.

his hands find your waist, pulling you closer to him, and your hands slide around his neck. for a moment, you get lost in him. in the way his lips slot against yours like they were made for each other, in the sounds he doesn’t know he’s making, in the way his fingers dig into your skin. you could stay like this forever, you think.

eventually, you have to breathe, so you pull away, resting your forehead on his. there’s a seemingly permanent smile placed on your face. his chest heaves and he returns the smile, quickly picking your lips once again.

“you know i have no idea what you said to me before that, right?” he asks softly, eyes flickering between your eyes and your mouth.

you just laugh.

[tsumuus]

wanna try again? — kuroo t.

kuroo t. x ex fem!reader│word count: 3.3k

synopsis: Kuroo misses his ex. He tries not to, but it’s hard when they’re both stuck in the rain without an umbrella.

notes: I’ve had this idea for a while now, but wow, having a fever dream about it today really kicked things into gear. Also, fun little realization while writing this… I think I might have a thing for shoulders.

cw/tags: fluff, slight angst, exes to lovers, implied making out (?), they’re both kinda freaky if you squint

Kuroo sighed, sliding the door to the student council club room shut behind him, finally dropping his “charm mode”—as he liked to call it.

God, he hated club reports.

He rubbed his cheek, trying to soothe the ache from smiling too much. Flattery just never worked on that treasurer. She barely glanced at the volleyball club’s budget before handing it back, unimpressed, and telling him to revise it.

Being captain sucked sometimes. Good thing this was his last year.

“Last year…” he repeated to himself, adjusting the strap of his bag as he walked down the hall.

It was hard to believe he’d be graduating soon. It felt like just yesterday he’d started high school—changing his look, coming out of his shell, joining the volleyball club, clashing with Yaku, relying on Kai to keep the peace, meeting y—

His steps slowed, and Kuroo blinked, caught off guard.

It had been a while since his thoughts had slipped like that. His perfect strategy of staying focused—of keeping his head clear with things he should be prioritizing—easily crumbled at just one memory of her.

And once it did, he knew it’d haunt him for the rest of the day. 

It had already started.

The first he remembered? Her laugh. Honestly, it was one of the ugliest laughs he’d ever heard. It always started with an abrupt inhale—sharp, almost choked—before tumbling into a series of breathy, uneven exhales that barely qualified as laughter. She sounded like an asthmatic goose. But it was his favorite sound in the world.

Not that he could judge anyway. His own laugh wasn’t much better—something between a hyena and a villain’s cackle. Together, they probably sounded like a zoo on fire.

Next came her shoulders. If you really wanted to read her, that’s where you looked.

When she was happy, they lifted slightly, moving in time with her cute breaths and gasps, shaking when she laughed.

In a bad mood? Oh, she’d roll them back with a little too much force, like she was trying to physically push the irritation out. And when people approached her like that, she’d shut them out completely—cold shoulder and all. …God, he really shouldn’t find that pun funny.

Flustered? Another favorite. She’d hunch ever so slightly, glancing away as if that could hide the warmth creeping up her neck. Give it three seconds, and like clockwork, her shoulders would lower, and she’d peek up at him. It was predictable. Adorable. He never got tired of it.

And when she was sad? That was when his mind went quiet.

He wanted to remember the small things—the slight slump when a character in a movie she loved died, the way she’d snuggle closer, seeking warmth, comfort.

But instead, what came to mind? Their breakup.

Kuroo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Nope. Not going there.

They’d sworn—both of them—that it was the right choice. A clean break. No lingering feelings, no regrets. And for the most part, they’d stuck to that promise. A year of holding his ground, fumbling sometimes, but never looking back.

It was for the best.

“Yeah,” he breathed, as if saying it out loud might make it true.

He kept walking. One step, then another. But it was useless.

Just now, he passed by her classroom. He used to show up there uninvited, leaning against the doorframe with that lazy grin of his, inviting her to lunch. Now? He just caught glimpses of her there when he could.

Then came the stairs to the second floor. He used to walk beside her there, carrying whatever ridiculous load the teachers had thrown her way. Their shoulders would brush as she huffed about it, pretending to be annoyed—even though she always volunteered anyway. Now, they just passed each other, and all he got was a small nod and a simple ‘hi’.

His feet carried him down to the first floor, past a storage closet. It wasn’t that one, but it still made him remember. Fifth floor. Dusty, broken lights, completely abandoned. Perfect. He could still hear her breathy laughter as he tugged her inside, their feet tangling together in the cramped space, both of them tripping over their own excitement. She’d clutch his arm, gasping between wheezes as he backed her against the wall, one hand blindly sliding the door shut behind him, the other sneaking up under her blous—

Yeah. No way he was getting rid of that memory anytime soon.

Kuroo exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his messy hair.

No matter where he looked, this school was littered with her. With them. Every corner held something. The specific seat in the library where she’d wait for him, absently flipping through a book she’d never finish. The gym’s side entrance where she’d sneaked peeks at his practice, bouncing on the balls of her feet like she had a secret to tell. The vending machine where she once lost her mind because it stole her coins three days in a row.

Lost in the echoes of the past, he rounded the corner, reaching the entrance, not even bothering to shake off the heaviness settling in his chest. And then, as if this day couldn’t get any worse—

The sound of rain. And he didn’t have an umbrella.

Fantastic.

He sighed, opening his shoe locker and switching his shoes. Really, what was up with today? It was like the universe had personally decided to screw him over, throwing her into his head more than usual.

Stepping around the lockers, he was fully prepared to soak himself in the rain in pure, dramatic fashion—like a heartbroken heroine straight out of those dramas she loved—until his feet suddenly halted.

She was there.

Standing just outside, staring up at the sky with her lips pressed together in frustration. Her brows were furrowed, her shoulders pulled taut—bad mood. Yet, there was something about the way she stood, the way the light caught her profile, that made his chest tighten.

His throat went dry.

“Yn?”

The word slipped out before he could stop it, soft and uncertain. For a moment, he wondered if he was hallucinating—if his mind had conjured her up just to torment him further.

She turned at the sound of his voice, her movements slow, almost hesitant, as if she wasn’t sure she’d heard him right. Her eyes blinked once, twice, before locking onto his. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to pause—the rain falling in slow motion, the sound of it hitting the ground fading into a distant hum.

“Kuroo?” Her voice was soft, barely audible over the rain, but it hit him like a punch to the chest.

Nope. This was real.

As if on instinct, the weight in his chest lightened at the sight of her—even though she was the reason it was there in the first place. She always had that effect on him.

“You’re still here?” His voice came out too casual, too smooth, like he hadn’t just spent the past ten minutes thinking about her. “Didn’t your club end three hours ago?”

Shit. He still remembered her schedule by heart.

Yn didn’t seem to mind. She huffed, fully turning to face him. “It did, but us third-years stayed behind. The student council’s rearranging club rooms again since it’s the start of the year.”

“Oh.” Kuroo shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to seem nonchalant. “Did you finish? Where’s Mi-chan and Rin-chan?” 

He still knew her friends. Kept in touch with them sometimes, though he’d never admit it was mostly to ask for updates on her.

“No.” She shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “They left earlier. I stayed behind to sort some files. It’s going to be a pain to move everything, though. The new club room’s on the second floor in the back building.”

Kuroo perked up at that, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. “Want some help?” He grinned, slipping into that easy charm, like muscle memory. “Big muscles, great strength. I’d be useful. Plus, I’d provide some eye candy.” He winked, the gesture playful but his chest tightening as he waited for her response.

Yn chuckled, and just like that—Kuroo melted. He hated how easily she still got to him. How stupidly happy it made him that he could still make her smile.

“Tempting,” she said, playing along, “but no thanks. I think we’ll be fine. Plus, I know you have your hands full with your own club, captain.”

And his heart sank.

Right. He should’ve expected that. They were still friends—technically. Their breakup hadn’t been messy. No big betrayals, no dramatic fights. Just two people realizing they weren’t working. They had agreed they were better off this way.

And yet, there was always something there. A line neither of them crossed, but one they constantly tiptoed around. They never hung out alone. Never touched. Always at arm’s length, like some invisible barrier kept them in check. So, Kuroo had done what any rational person would do—he avoided her. At least, he tried to. When she talked to him, he talked back. But he never went first. It was easier that way. Yn seemed to think so too. She busied herself with other things—her club, her friends, her life.

And Kuroo told himself that was fine.

“Well, your loss.” He shrugged, pretending none of this affected him. “But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Yn smiled, nodding. “Yeah. Thanks, Kuroo.”

Then, silence. The kind that felt too heavy, too expectant. Yn turned back to the rain, her posture shifting, shoulders rising and falling with a quiet breath.

Kuroo should’ve left it at that. But something in him refused to let go.

“So… you didn’t bring an umbrella?”

Yn exhaled sharply, amused. “Kuroo, I literally wouldn’t be standing here if I had one.”

Fair point. But he wasn’t really asking about the umbrella.

Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure what he was asking.

Kuroo wasn’t the type to believe in fate or signs or any of that cheesy crap. But standing there, watching her—deep in nostalgia, just close enough to touch yet still out of reach—he couldn’t help but wonder. What were the chances? That on a day like this, they’d both end up here, caught in the rain together. 

Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe it was just his own stubbornness, clinging to something that had already slipped away. But still… a small, reckless part of him started to hope.

No. He shouldn’t let himself go there. He knew better.

And yet he took a step forward, testing the space between them. No reaction. Another step. Still nothing. 

So he went for it. Closed the gap just enough to stand beside her, keeping a respectable distance. That got a reaction.

Yn glanced at him, brow raised.

“What?” Kuroo asked, feigning innocence.

She opened her mouth, then hesitated, shaking her head. “Nothing.”

Liar. But he let it slide. This was the closest he had been to her in a long time, and he wasn’t about to ruin it.

His eyes flickered to her, and for the first time in a long time, he really saw her. Not in passing, not from a careful distance, but up close.

She had grown. Taller now, past his shoulder but not quite at his chin. Her perfume was different—no longer the floral scent he remembered, but something citrusy, fresh. There was the faintest touch of makeup on her face, light and effortless. And her hair…

His gaze lingered there longer than it should have. She had cut it short after they broke up—he’d teased her about it, calling it the classic breakup change. She’d rolled her eyes and shot back that it wasn’t for him, just her way of making sure she didn’t fit his type anymore. And yet, here she was, with those familiar strands grown out again, brushing just past her nape, swaying slightly when she moved.

That’s when it settled in—how much had changed, yet how much still felt the same.

Still shifting her weight from foot to foot. Still puffing out her cheeks slightly before exhaling. Still struggling with that damn bag strap that never wanted to stay on her shoulder.

His fingers twitched. The urge to reach out, to fix it for her, to feel the warmth of her skin just for a second—

“You’re staring,” yn murmured.

His breath hitched.

Busted.

“Yeah, the rain’s kinda nice to look at,” he lied, horribly.

Yn rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips never faded. “Mhm. Rain.”

Silence settled again, thick and suffocating. Kuroo was starting to regret this. Maybe he should’ve left it alone. Their relationship now—it wasn’t great, but it was safe.

His mind drifted to the way they fell apart. And, honestly? He couldn’t even remember why. Just the stupid, petty fights. The unresolved tension. The missed calls. The piling resentment over things that never really mattered.

But he did remember the how.

She had waited for him that day. The first time in a while. The argument from days before still lingered between them, unspoken but felt. And then—

“Let’s break up.”

Blunt. Quick. So her.

And Kuroo hated that back then, the first thing he felt was relief.

They hadn’t pretended. Just sat on the swings at a nearby park, talking about how maybe it was for the best. That they could still be friends. That it was mutual. Acting so damn mature about it. Everyone else was shocked, but they played it off like it was the natural outcome.

But now? Now, Kuroo regretted it.

He always had.

He never tried dating anyone else after her. Buried himself in volleyball, in school, in anything that kept his mind too busy for regrets. But the what-ifs still found him in the quiet moments. 

His heart pounded, the words pressing against his throat, demanding to be spoken. This was his chance, maybe his only chance, to say what he'd been too much of a coward to admit back then.

“Hey,” he started, voice cracking slightly. Smooth. Real smooth.

“No,” yn cut in immediately, not even looking at him.

Kuroo blinked. “I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“You didn’t need to.”

She turned then, lips twitching like she was fighting a smile. “I know that look. You’re about to say something dumb.”

“Wow.” Kuroo clutched his chest dramatically, momentarily forgetting his objective as he slipped into their familiar rhythm. “You wound me. And here I was, about to say something profound. Life-changing, even.”

“Uh-huh.” Yn crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Let me guess. Something along the lines of, ‘Would it have been different if we tried?’”

Kuroo froze. Mouth slightly open. “... You watch too many movies,” he attempted, aiming for nonchalance. But at yn’s pointed look, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, yes… kinda.”

Yn laughed, light and familiar, and something in Kuroo’s chest tightened.

“You’re so predictable,” she teased. Her smile softened then, the teasing fading into something quieter. “It wouldn’t have changed anything, you know,” she said. “Back then.”

Kuroo’s grin faltered for half a second before he masked it with a shrug. “Yeah. We were a disaster waiting to happen.” He hesitated, then added, “But, uh… what about now? Still a disaster, or…?”

Yn tilted her head, pretending to think. “Hmm. I don’t know. Are you still terrible at sharing blankets?”

“Hey, that was one time—”

“And popcorn?”

“Okay, I stand by that. You don’t need to drown it in butter.”

“And do you still find the most ridiculous excuses to put your arm around me?”

Kuroo gasped, a hand dramatically flying to his chest. “Hey! Those are perfectly executed. And you used to find it endearing.”

“Used to.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Key words.”

Kuroo groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” she said, stepping just a little closer, “still trying.”

This time, they both laughed—light, breathless. It wasn’t just the sound of amusement, but something softer, something that stretched between them like an old melody. A reminder of what once was, and maybe, what could be again.

The tension unraveled, unspooling thread by thread, replaced by something warmer. Familiar.

Kuroo looked at her, realizing their dynamic had never really changed. He still teased with that effortless blend of exasperation and affection. She still met his antics with an eye roll but never actually pushed him away. And they still leaned into each other’s warmth without thinking—drawn in by something they could only feel.

Yn tilted her head, studying him in return, like she, too, was seeing something familiar. 

Maybe they weren’t the same people they had been back then. Maybe time had carved its lines between them, made them sharper, wiser, a little more careful.

Then, the laughter faded, and yn looked away, off to the side. Kuroo felt the shift immediately, a flicker of uncertainty in her posture. He almost worried the moment had slipped away—until he saw it. The way her shoulders curled in just slightly.

And his heart started counting.

One. Two…

Her shoulders dropped. A breath. Then, her gaze flicked back to him, hesitant yet hopeful. A faint blush dusted her cheeks.

“Wanna try again?”

The world stilled. The rain, the distant hum of traffic, the pounding of his own heartbeat—everything blurred into the background.

A second passed. Then he moved.

His hand found her shoulder, turning her to face him. Then he pushed, just enough to back her against the wall. She gasped softly, but he wasn’t rough, nor gentle. Just desperate. Eager.

"Fuck yes," he whispered, and then he didn’t wait another second.

His lips crashed onto hers, stealing the breath straight from her lungs. God, he missed this. His hands found her jaw, tilting her head as he kissed her deeper. She was still so soft, still tasted so good. His lungs burned, but he didn’t care. He forced himself to breathe through his nose, just to keep this kiss going another moment longer.

Yn, however, wasn’t quite as stubborn.

She let out a muffled noise and patted at his hand in protest.

Kuroo groaned but relented, pulling away just enough to see the thin, invisible thread of saliva still connecting them. The sight alone sent heat curling in his stomach.

"S-Sorry," he murmured, breathless. "I missed you."

"Yeah," yn wheezed, coughing. "I could tell."

Kuroo barked out a laugh, feeling light, genuinely happy for the first time in what felt like forever. With a smirk, he patted her back, this time softer, a quiet apology.

Yn sighed as she leaned into him, her breath warm against his collarbone. Just enough for Kuroo to feel it—to feel her. She fit against him like she always had, like no time had passed at all. And for that moment, everything just felt right.

He wanted to say it then. The words sat on the tip of his tongue, unspoken for too long.

"I lov—"

"Closet?"

They both froze.

Then, simultaneously, they burst into laughter.

They tried again.

"Fifth floor?"

"Love you."

Wrong again. And yet, they laughed all the same.

"Hey! With the way you just kissed me, what was I supposed to think?" she shot back, cheeks burning.

Kuroo shook his head, grinning as he wiped a hand down his face. "And you used to call me the horny one."

Kuroo’s grin widened, eyes dark with amusement. "We just got back together, and you already can't get enough of me."

Yn’s face went flat, unimpressed. She turned on her heel without another word and strode further inside.

"Let’s break up again."

Kuroo’s smirk vanished.

"What? Hey, come on! I was joking!" he yelped, scrambling after her.

But then she turned right and Kuroo’s breath hitched. That’s where the stairs were. The fifth floor.

A slow grin crept onto his face as he followed after her, his heart thundering in his chest.

Maybe this was their way of saying it. Maybe this was just how they worked—words unspoken, feelings tangled in teasing and laughter. But Kuroo understood. He always had.

And this time, he wouldn’t let her go.

[tsumuus]

hockey player!iwaizumi x f!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, like sweeter than cotton candy, slight injury

When Hajime lost his tooth, he hated it.

He’d always privately had a little bit of a complex about his looks. Growing up best friends with Oikawa made it hard not to compare their looks and come up lacking. He tried not to let it get to him, never verbalized it to anyone, knew that he was still fine. Just nothing special.

They both grow up playing hockey—at least he can beat up Oikawa on the ice (and they always laugh about it off of it). Oikawa goes pro, right out of high school, and Hajime spends a little time dicking around playing college hockey in America before he gets drafted.

He had met you at the bars after a game; his first win after being traded to the team Oikawa’s played for for a couple years now.

The memory is clear: It’s great to be back together, but he feels some trepidation in the car the guys rented, some childish part of him reticent about the idea of going out and watching chicks swarm his best friend, just like their teen years.

He doesn’t even really have time to think about that once they’re in, though, because he, the newbie, gets sent up to order. While he’s waiting for the bartender to pour them the first round of shots, you tap him on the shoulder, touch so soft he barely feels it after getting pummeled on the ice. His right shoulder is tender because he’d slammed hard into the railing right after stealing the puck from Ushijima, sending to Tooru, who had pushed it neatly into the net. An assist on the first goal of the night, and he’d gotten a goal in himself by the third period too.

It twinges as he turns to face you, a clear question written all over his face. It’s not like he’s totally oblivious, like he’s never been flirted with. It just somehow always surprises him still.

“You’re fine,” you declare, already a little tipsy, your cheeks warming as he observes you in your night out outfit. He doesn’t notice a single other girl, talking to Oikawa or not, the whole night.

The next morning, you repeat it to him, curled up against his naked chest, eyes unclouded by drink but your words just as genuine.

It was the first time he’d ever thought of being fine as a good thing.

So when the tooth, his right front one, comes out, cracked by a hard high stick to the face, he almost doesn’t want to come home after the game. It probably doesn’t make sense to get it replaced completely—injuries like this are common in his line of work, and it’ll be a hell of a lot more trouble to keep replacing fakes. He opts for a partial denture, something he can take out during games, but the mold takes twenty-four hours to cure.

You attend as many of his games as you can, but he’d insisted that you head home on your own while the doctors checked him out. You’d ceded only on the condition that you’d have dinner waiting when he got back, something soft and good at room temperature so he wouldn’t aggravate the nerves.

He frowns when you see him, crossing the room and hovering your hands over his swollen cheeks and telling him how worried you’d been, how happy you are he’s okay.

“When’s it gonna be technically healed?” You ask, and his heart clenches.

“It’ll probably be sensitive for a few more days, but they’ll have a coverup ready by tomorrow,” he says. Before he can crack a joke like so you don’t have to look at this ugly mug too long, you’re looking at him with a contemplative expression, one he doesn’t know how to read.

“So… will it hurt if I kiss you?” You want to know. “I feel so bad, ‘cause it must have sucked, but you look so cute like this.”

His heart drops straight through the pit of his stomach in relief.

“Yeah, baby, it’ll be fine… Ow! Ow! Okay, little gentler.”

Still, he wears the flipper as often as he can once he gets it. He doesn’t like the way it looks, the gap, he reasons. Just because you say you do doesn’t mean he’s okay with showing up to functions looking even more like a scrub to your perfect ten. And yeah, he’d think you were beautiful with a paper sack over your head, but it’s just different.

He can hear you whispering before he even walks into the kitchen. You beam up at him, as beautiful as that night in the bar, and his face breaks out into a smile before he even registers it.

“Do you wanna…” you nudge your daughter, and she turns to him, smile just as bright as yours. His heart stops.

There’s a big gap in that smile, the right front tooth missing.

“Look, Daddy!” He catches her up in a big hug, hefting her up so he can inspect her face closely. “Now we match!”

It’s all crashing down on him. He’s bubbling up with it, the fizzy feeling you’d given him in the bar, the tears as he vowed until death do us part, the softness as he’d cradled her in his arms for the first time. You stand, leaning your head on his shoulder as your daughter tells him all about the loss of her first tooth, about the importance of being the first in her class to lose one.

“You’re so brave, kiddo.” He kisses her head. “Makes you even cuter. Want some yogurt?”

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“well you know I like you, right?” IWAIZUMI says, voice suddenly serious as he sits up. his dorm room is barely lit, the only sound a faint hum from your laptops and the occasional shuffle of papers as you both try to finish some last minute assignments. he’s sprawled out on the couch with you, textbooks and notes scattered on the coffee table. neither of you have actually gotten anything done.

“what?” you blink, pausing the music you had on in the background. you’ve been friends forever, since freshman year of high school, way before college took over — but this? this is new.

he shifts, clearly uncomfortable now, but doesn’t look away. he continues, “if you haven’t figured it out by now, yeah. I like you.”

pen frozen mid air, you squint at your notes as if it’ll help you understand them. “like, like me like me? or.. like me as in you want me to stop distracting you?” you tease, trying to break the awkward tension, but your voice cracks, making it sound less lighthearted than intended. it’s worse now.

iwa rolls his eyes but leans back, stretching, clearly not ready to let any of it go. “I’m serious,” he says, tone softening.

you shift in your spot, leg brushing his as you move to grab your phone from the table. the space feels smaller than it should be.

“sure you are.”

he leans in, too close for friendly distance, gives you a look, confidence slipping into uncertainty. “..you really didn’t know?”

“well,” you say, feeling the warmth of his shoulder against yours. “classes have been busy, you of all people should know. plus, you’re not exactly the best at expressing yourself, hajime.”

“I wasn’t sure how you’d take it.” he mumbles, barely audible. but there's a quiet sincerity in it that you can't ignore.

you grin, clearly enjoying this side of him more than you care to admit. “fair. but hey, took you long enough.”

he replies with a soft laugh, poking your side, letting the moment settle. the cold air of the room is somehow warmer now, all work forgotten as the weight of his words hangs in the air.

iwaizumi exhales deeply, head tilting back as he rubs at his eyes. “I’m not great with this stuff,” he admits quietly, his hand brushing against yours. “figured I might as well be honest.”

“I’m starting to like this honest version of you.”

he sighs, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated with himself. “you gonna do something about it?”

you hesitate, looking down at the homework you’ve completely ignored for the past half hour. your fingers tap against the desk, thoughts somewhere else now. “I like you. ..too.”

he snorts, shaking his head. “great,” he shifts a little so that you’re even closer now. “guess I’m not the only idiot here, huh?”

you both fall silent again, but it’s different this time. neither of you know how to deal with this, yet somehow — it doesn’t feel wrong.

“we’re so going to fail.”

a request for my 1.5k milestone event closing february 20th. missing iwaizumi like a mfer. 🫧 anon i love you

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congrats on 1k!!! can you please make a smau with shinso or sero x reader but the is oblivious to their crush so they just end up confessing because they’re tired of the reader not picking up hints/flirting

stupidly oblivious

s.hanta

-in which he gets tired of your not picking up on his hints (i will do shinso too if you so wish)

[tsumuus]

my take on that one tiktok trend where you draw mha characters from “memory”

MY WIFE OCHACO

taking art 1 as a senior who’s never been good at anything art related has been truly humbling. but after our realism unit and after my art teacher (who’s been so harsh in grading my past projects) gave me a 98% on my portrait of amanda seyfried, i was hit by a sudden boost of confidence in my skills. which then led me to driving to target and spending 30 bucks on a sketchbook and a pencil drawing set. so anyway here’s my freehand sketch of my wifey ochaco ib horikoshis sketch of course.

added my user not sure who’d wanna steal it lol

ignore her eyes in my sketch guys i’m new at this

AND IGNORE IZUKU BAKUGOU AND SHOTO I DID THOSE IN LIKE 30 SECONDS ONLY SO I COULD POST MY DRAWING OF OCHAKO

[tsumuus]

FIFTEEN SECONDS — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: female reader, friends to lovers, love confession, fluff, bit of comedy. word count: 1,2k.

note: here’s a little something for valentine’s day, hope you like it!

What should I say?

“Here.” No, too dry.

“Here, it’s for you.” Shit, still too dry.

“I bought this for you, I hope you like it.” Okay, that one wasn’t so bad. 

For the past ten minutes, Kiyoomi had been locked in a brutal staring contest with the small black box sitting on the café table. The thing wasn’t even looking at him, and yet he was the one losing.

This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous.

He had bought the damn gift two weeks ago. Two weeks of overthinking, of waiting for the perfect moment, of nearly shoving it to the back of his closet out of sheer nerves. But then Valentine’s Day crept up on him, and he thought—maybe this was fate giving him a chance.

Or setting him up for humiliating rejection.

Kiyoomi had rehearsed this moment in his head. And still, here he was, breaking into a nervous sweat over a bracelet. What if you didn’t like it? What if you thought it was stupid? What if you liked someone else?

Then, in the middle of his internal crisis, a familiar voice nearly made him jump.

“Hey, Kiyoomi.”

He looked up so fast he almost knocked the gift off the table. There you were, standing in front of him with that impossibly pretty smile, your presence alone enough to make his pulse go haywire.

“Did you already order, or should I—?” You asked as you sat down in front of him. 

“I already did.” He forced his voice to stay steady. “Iced latte with two shots of vanilla, right?”

Your smile grew. “You know me so well.”

Yeah, because I’m hopelessly in love with you.

The words were right there. On the tip of his tongue.

Relax, Kiyoomi. Ease into it.

That was the smart thing to do. You didn’t just shove a confession at someone out of nowhere—there should be a conversation first, something natural.

“So, uh…” He wracked his brain for something—anything—normal to say. “How’s work?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “It’s fine?”

What the hell was that, Kiyoomi? It was comical how his calm and collected personality seemed to disappear at this moment when he needed it most. Was love always this complicated? Or was it because it was about you?

You tilted your head. “Are you okay?”

No. No, he was absolutely not okay. His fingers tapped anxiously against the small box. The longer he waited, the worse this was getting. His nerves were eating him alive. He could already feel the impending doom of chickening out.

Screw it.

With zero transition or warning, he grabbed the box and shoved it across the table. “Here.”

Goddamn it. 

You blinked in surprise. “For me?”

A stiff nod. This was fine. You’d open it, love it, and then he’d tell you. Smooth. Simple. Foolproof.

Except…

You were taking your sweet time untying the ribbon.

Kiyoomi clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to do it for you. Why were you so slow? Was this some kind of test? Did you already know he was panicking and just wanted to see him suffer?

Finally, you lifted the lid. Your lips parted as you took out the delicate silver bracelet, the small star charm catching the café’s warm light.

“Oh, Kiyoomi…” You breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

His fingers twitched under the table as your eyes widened slightly. “Wait… this is—”

Kiyoomi looked away, pretending to be fascinated by the café menu on the wall. “Yeah.”

Your fingers traced the charm, realization dawning. “This is the bracelet from that shop at the mall, isn’t it?”

He cleared his throat. “Maybe.”

You turned to him, eyes suspiciously bright. “You went back for it?”

Kiyoomi picked up his coffee, taking a slow sip as if that would somehow make this moment less humiliating. “You wouldn’t stop staring at it.”

“I looked at it for like, five seconds.”

“It was at least fifteen.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re unbelievable.”

This was it. The perfect moment.

He took a breath, preparing to say the words that had been stuck in his chest for way too long.

“I—” He began, but the words he had rehearsed for days were interrupted when a waiter appeared at the table.

“Here’s your order! One vanilla iced latte and one black coffee.”

Kiyoomi clenched his jaw so hard he thought he might crack a tooth. Not now, man. 

He nodded stiffly as you thanked the waiter. Okay, fine. Minor setback. 

“What were you saying?” You asked after the guy turned around, taking a sip from your drink.

His heart was about to beat out of his chest. Now. Now is the time. Just say it: I like you.

Kiyoomi opened his mouth, determined to do it, but then— 

“Do you need any sugar?”

Oh my god.

Kiyoomi glared at the waiter. Who was back. Did this man have a vendetta against his love life?

He mumbled a half-hearted, “No, thanks.”

“Cream?”

“No, thanks.”

“Any appetizer? We have a special red velvet cake because of Valentine's Day.”

Was this a joke?

“We’re fine.”

“Actually, I want a slice of cake.” You said.

Before the waiter could leave, Kiyoomi muttered, “Make that two.”

The guy finally left, and he was beginning to get irritated by his bad luck.

Just do it now! He scrambled at himself mentally. 

“Y/N, I bought–” He hurried to say, but then the loud hiss from the blender machine drowned out his voice.

Was this the universe making fun of him? 

By now, he was one more interruption away from actually losing it. So, ignoring the annoying noise, he decided to just keep going, “I bought this because–”

“Oh! Look at that dog outside.”

Kiyoomi stopped mid-sentence as you turned to the window, grinning at a fluffy golden retriever wagging its tail on the sidewalk. Are you serious?

But, when he turned back to you, you were watching him with amusement.

You two made eye contact for a few seconds, he blinked, you blinked, and then— you laughed.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What?”

You smirked. “Kiyoomi, don’t be so shy.”

His stomach dropped.

“I like you too.”

For a full three seconds, his brain just ceased to function.

You… what?

His ears burned. His grip tightened on his cup. His entire soul left his body. “You knew?”

You giggled, tapping his hand lightly. “Of course. I actually got something for you too.”

You reached into your bag and pulled out a small gift box, setting it on the table in front of him. Kiyoomi tried—really tried—not to look too eager as he picked it up and carefully lifted the lid.

Inside was a watch. The watch. The one he had lingered on in the mall that day.

“You looked at it for at least fifteen seconds.” You teased, a knowing smile playing on your lips.

Kiyoomi froze. His fingers tightened around the box as the realization sank in.

You had noticed. Just like he had noticed you staring at the bracelet. You both had thought of each other.

For a moment, he couldn’t speak. His throat felt tight, his chest oddly warm. He looked up at you, something soft, something real in his gaze.

“This is—”

“Here they are! Two slices of red velvet cake!”

Kiyoomi visibly twitched.

Oh, come on!

[tsumuus]

onigiri shop owner osamu miya

[tsumuus]

despite being allergic to pollen, BAKUGO KATSUKI spends most of valentine’s day at the flower shop downtown. despite the itch in his throat and despite the sting in his eyes, he refuses to leave.

his fingers twitch as he reaches for a bouquet. would you like roses? too cliche. sunflowers? too tacky. what the hell are peonies, and why do there have to be so many options to choose from?

he exhales sharply through his nose (bad idea, now he’s sneezing too) as he stomps over to the counter.

he grumbles at the florist, rubbing aggressively at the bridge of his nose. “what do you recommend for..” his voice dips, almost like he’s embarrassed, “..someone you like?”

the old woman behind the counter smiles knowingly. “that depends,” she hums, closing the register. “what do you like about her?”

his mouth opens — then snaps shut. his face heats up. he hates this. but he hates the idea of letting you down even more.

“she’s, uh..” he looks away, jaw tightening as he tries not to sneeze again. “she’s a pain in the ass.”

the florist blinks.

katsuki scoffs, gaze drifting while he’s deep in thought. “she’s loud, annoying, never shuts up.” his voice softens slightly. “but she’s.. nice. laughs like a fuckin’ idiot. and-” he clenches his fists. looks up. “-she likes flowers. a lot.”

the woman chuckles, already putting together a bouquet. “sounds like you’ve got it bad, kid.” katsuki scowls, but doesn’t argue.

by the time he leaves, gift in hand, his allergies are destroying him. his eyes are puffy, nose red, and he feels like absolute shit. but when he sees the look on your face later that day, the way you light up as he stands on your doorstep — none of that seems to matter.

[tsumuus]

was out of town this past week and really busy so haven’t had the time to get around to do any writing so i’ll extend the valentines event to the end of february!! send in any and all requests you have really, doesn’t have to be one of the prompts, just whatever you’d like, just be specific!

tsumuus valentines event !

thank you all for all the support and love ive recieved, it truly means the world to me

i recently reached 1000 followers and there will be a 1k event soon, but for now, since valentines is approaching, i wanted to do a little something for that

rules and event info are as follows:

asks !

in your request, pick your valentine (any character of your choice; mha, haikyuu, etc...) + your gift (fic prompt) + anything else you'd like to add:

prompts !

♡ teddy bear - 🧸 - your best friend/long time crush gives you a teddy bear on valentine's day. its just a simple gesture. no hidden meaning behind the gift, right? right?

♡ box of chocolates - 💝 - you made homemade chocolates for everyone in your class. its just your luck that the bag with a joke confession meant for your best friend ended up in the hands of your crush

♡ bouquet of flowers - 💐 - someone sent you flowers on valentine's day. the problem being there isnt a note. you spend the entire day trying to figure out who the sender is

♡ handwritten letter - 💌 - you receive an anonymous love letter and spend valentine’s day trying to figure out who it's from, unaware that it's someone you’ve known all along

♡ spotify playlist - 🎧 - you and your best friend are often told you’d make the perfect couple, but neither of you has ever considered it, until valentine’s day makes you two rethink everything

♡ engraved jewelry - 💍 - any prompt or story idea you want, just pls be specific :)

feel free to tweak prompts however you like or add anything specific you’d like to see in your requests (please lol)

(also specifiy if youd like a smau or written fic. smaus take longer for me to do and will vary in size. i have way less experience in making smau than written fics as well, but check out the ones ive done :) written fics vary from 200 words to 1000, just depending on how much im feeling it😭)

rules + info !

event will run from 2.1.2025 to 2.15.2025 (feel free to begin sending in your requests!)

all i ask is that you dont be weird or negative in any way. also keep your requests pg, im 17 lol

thats all, enjoy!

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Kid Kirishima! to try a new brush

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hiiii rue i love ur writing i will read anything u write! That being said, any form of Denki smau with exceptionally forward reader who makes him nervous… would be… very swag.

hes so paatheettiiccc but i also think he'd love getting his licks back like he's teeheeing and blushing and rubbing his hands together like a fly behind the screen thinking of a witty reply HEHE thank yew denki nation🫡🫡

show me how // denki kaminari

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mha tag: @lotuslovers @babylambdietcoke @0skullyard0 @kaldurahms-lover @commonmisery @moonstonejpg @twoplayergaymers @simp-plague @xvilluis

[tsumuus]

SEMI-ANONYMOUS LOVER BOY .ᐟ | valentines special

read to the end to find out…

cw: crude language/humour, ignore timestamps

gen tags: @sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniyaa @kashee-h @fiannee @bubybubsters @lizbix @mayyhaps @adoresia @gumims @cinnamxnangel @aldebrana

[tsumuus]

miya atsumu is down bad. catastrophically. embarrassingly. so much so that even osamu—his own flesh and blood, who should be on his side—has started calling him pathetic.

“yer makin’ it so obvious,” osamu mutters as they watch you from across the gym. you’re laughing at something suna said, and atsumu feels a pang of jealousy so deep he nearly keels over.

“am not,” atsumu grumbles, but his eyes are still locked on you, hands on his hips like a lovesick fool.

“yer starin’ at her like she’s the last bowl of ramen on earth,” osamu deadpans.

she might as well be, atsumu thinks. you’re the team’s manager, but to him, you’re his manager. you bring him extra water when he’s been pushing himself too hard, you tell him to rest when he’s being stubborn, and you always—always—greet him with that bright smile that makes his heart do backflips.

“atsumu,” you call, jogging over. his name sounds so sweet when you say it, and he straightens up immediately. “want some water?”

atsumu nearly malfunctions. “yes,” he says, a little too enthusiastically. he takes the bottle from you, fingers brushing, and if he were a weaker man, he’d be on the floor.

you tilt your head, smiling. “you okay?”

“perfect,” he breathes, and osamu groans.

suna walks by, muttering, “get a grip, miya.”

but atsumu doesn’t care. because when you turn away, you glance back—just for a second—and grin.

and miya atsumu is done for.

[tsumuus]

going crazy over how husband material osamu is, hear me ouuutttt

tags : fluff, time-skip, f!reader, tattoo , he listens to, he cares , and he cook , i’m thirsting m sorry

osamu would be the type of bestfriend that knows damn well you want him bad but keeps on teasing you and acting clueless just to see how far you can go before you crack

as childhood friends, it was normal for you to be touchy and generally comfortable with each other but it raised his suspicions when you now looked away when he was topless around you. it’s not like you were uncomfortable with it ?

you’ve basically lived your whole life with the miyas, you’ve seen osamu wet the bed as a kid, get rejected by his middle school crush you’ve even witnessed him putting his hand in his pants and scratch his butt, seeing him topless in the comfort of his apartment was a casual thing so why the hell would you look away , did he lose his shape ? no, he still worked out frequently even if he’s not an athlete anymore…

either way osamu always took care for you, he was always so careful when it comes to you , sure he’d playfully hit you here and there but it was nothing you couldn’t handle

just imagine him cooking you a nice heart-warming meal, glancing at you every now and then while you’re sitting on the counter looking like a mess after a long exhausting day , wine glass in hand and rambling your worries away. it really became a ritual for you to swing by his place unannounced after a bad day.

he’d open the door with his signature lazy smile “ya had a bad day?” you finally let you shoulders relax “long story..” he steps back, inviting you in “i got time”.

sometimes osamu gets this weird feeling he can’t explain when he realizes he’s seen you grow into a real woman, it really freaked him tf out when you told him you had your first time with some boy he never heard the name of.

he scolds you after a bad decision for sure , but he’s always there to comfort you right after. SO imagine his surprise when during a drunken confession after you finally listened to him and dumped your toxic bf, you admit to him between sobs that broke his heart into pieces

“why can’t i find a guy that actually likes me—?” your face was buried in his now wet tshirt , his strong arms holding you tight as if they were gonna protect you from feeling hurt, your words were muffled, melting together “why can’t i find someone like you samu…im so jealous of the girl that’s gonna be yours” holy fucking shit how was he so blind to never realize this…

thank god that night was complete blurry in your mind , so when you woke up the day completely hung over and found your beloved best friend making you breakfast with a bed hair and his sleeves rolled up showing off his forearms that you find really hot for some reason , your slight blush was explained.

omfg the day he showed up to your workplace during his break with a well crafted lunch box he made full of delicious onigiris because he listens and he remembers that your annoying coworker kept flaunting her relationship to you and it pissed you off and you wanted to show her that you can pull too

ever since he realized the power he had over you, he wouldn’t stop just picking at you and seeing how far he can go, he was basically testing the waters by stretching until his shirt lifts up, hold eye contact for a lil longer than what he should, and how he praises you don’t get me startedddd

“yer actually pretty decent at this” when you cook dinner with him, “look at ya bein all confident and independent !” when you actually tell the waiter they got your order wrong, “yer pretty distractin’ yk that? that’s kinda dangerous.”

osamu was a pretty touchy guy, not overly cuddly or anything but he did enjoy proximity, he’d usually hold your wrist when passing crowds but for some reason he now held your waist, his touch gentle yet firm on you. istg his hand placement is impeccable

there’s just something about him keeping a hair tie on his wrist for you that’s so endearing, so caring and attentive to your lil daily struggles.

it all happened when you got your first tattoo, he had sent you to his friend whom he deemed good enough to ink your body. he was nervous and excited as if he was the one getting tattooed but that’s mostly because you wanted to keep it a mystery, he knew that when he came home after closing the shop he’d find you there already.

there was just something so intimate about him coming back from work and finding you already at his place , he liked it, he could get use to it.

“ ‘m here !” he yelled out closing the door behind him , analyzing you from head to toe as you pop infront of him with his tshirt and shorts on displaying an almost mischievous smile, his eyebrows creasing as he doesn’t see any trace of a tattoo on your arms or legs, maybe it was on your shoulders?

he plopped down on his couch , man spreading “soo… are ya gonna show me or ?” you happily turn to the side, his eyes widen as you lift up the shirt enough to reveal a sideboob tattoo. he sits up the shock visible on his face “holy shit cmere” you obey him , getting closer for him to get a better look. with a swift motion his arm was now around your hip , pushing you to sit on one of his legs

he clearly recognized his friend’s intricate style, the design cupping the side of your boob, he wanted to admire his work but damn he felt a lil jealous that he worked so close to you. he finally looked at you only now noticing your reddish face

his face was just inches from yours, his previously shocked expression fading as he met your eyes. he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your jaw, and for a split second, everything around you felt quiet, just the two of you in that small space. he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, though, breaking the tension as he nudged you lightly

“didn’t know you had it in ya to do somethin’ like that” he whispered.

before you could answer, his hand found its way to the back of your neck, gently pulling you in. his lips brushed yours, just a soft, teasing touch, before pulling back slightly with that same smirk. “couldn’t resist,” he muttered under his breath, and this time, when he kissed you again, it was longer, deeper—no more teasing, just the feeling of the moment taking over.

i’m currently such a sucker for time skip osamu he’s all i’m thinking about

[tsumuus]

bakugo never meant to get this distracted. seriously. it wasn’t his fault.

it was yours.

because every damn time you sat in front of him, every time you rested your chin on your palm, every time you furrowed your brows while scribbling something in your notebook—he got stuck. like, full-on, brain-short-circuiting, totally-useless kind of stuck.

he should be paying attention. should be listening to aizawa’s lecture. should be taking notes instead of memorizing the way the sunlight caught in your hair or how your lips pursed when you were thinking.

but no. instead, he was sitting here, burning every little detail of you into his brain like some lovesick idiot. the curve of your nose, the way your fingers absentmindedly twirled your pen, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when it fell into your face.

he was so screwed.

“bakugo.”

his whole body stiffened. aizawa was staring at him, unimpressed.

“what?” he snapped, maybe a little too defensive.

“i asked you a question.” aizawa sighed. “maybe if you stopped zoning out, you’d know the answer.”

a few people chuckled, and bakugo’s face heated up—not because he was embarrassed, but because you turned your head just a little, just enough to glance at him.

for half a second, your eyes met his.

and fuck, that half-second nearly killed him.

then you turned back around, totally unaware of how wrecked he was, how his heart was still beating too damn fast, how his hand was gripping his pencil like it owed him money.

this was getting ridiculous.

[tsumuus]

I’m pretty sure they never show in the anime how they got to class?? But I love the idea that Denki used to show up to UA in his skateboard before they stayed at the dorms, also idk I feel like Bakugo it’s his dad’s baby and he used to take him to class when he wasn’t busy like PLEASE