yoshhii

[yoshhii]

HUSBAND HEADCANONS— mha

𓉸ྀི it’s been a while since i last watched mha so sorry if i miss anyone!

⋆₊ ♱ Bubbly Husband

— wakes you up every morning with a big smile and a cheerful “good morning, love!”

— plans fun dates, even if it’s just a picnic in the living room with fairy lights and your favorite snacks

— will randomly spin you around in the kitchen while you’re cooking together

— talks a lot and sometimes doesn’t realize he’s rambling, but his excitement is contagious

— always hypes you up, whether you’re trying a new outfit or just doing chores, “just look at you! you’re amazing!”

— sends you cute texts throughout the day, usually with tons of emojis

— tends to be over-the-top affectionate, constantly hugging, kissing your cheek, or playing with your hands

mirio, midoriya, kirishima, sero, inasa, present mic

⋆₊ ♱ Calm Husband

— he’s type to wake up before you and just lay there, watching you with a soft smile before gently kissing your forehead

— his presence is comforting. no matter what kind of day you’ve had, he makes it better just by being there

— he may not be overly affectionate, but he’ll let you hold on to his arm when you’re out together

— he is a listener and prefers if you did all the talking, however he doesn’t mind going into a detailed explanation if you were to ask him something (sometimes though)

— loves quiet nights in, wether it’s reading together, watching a movie, or just sitting in comfortable silence

— rarely raises his voice, but when he does, it’s always to protect you

— when you’re upset, he doesn’t overwhelm you with words, he just pulls you into his arms and lets you vent or cry if you need to

— the type to buy you something useful instead of flowers, like a weighted blanket because he noticed you sleep better with one, but doesn’t mind buying them if you asked

— when he’s tired, he’ll just wrap an arm around you and bury his face in your neck

— the kind of guy who remembers all the small details about you and surprises you with things he knows you’ll love

Iida, todoroki, tokoyami, kurogiri, kai chisaki (overhaul), mr. compress

⋆₊ ♱ Flirty Husband

— never stops flirting with you, even after years of marriage, “marrying me was the best decision of your life, wasn’t it, sweetheart?”

— calls you pet names all the time: darling, babe, love, gorgeous, even embarrassing ones just to see you blush

— loves teasing you, whether it’s playful remarks or sneaky touches when no one’s looking

— whispers things in your ear just to see you get flustered in public

— will always show at least some form of pda, wether it’s holding your hand, kissing you, or wrapping an arm around you

— absolutely loves winking at you from across the room, does this at least twice a day

— somehow always finds a way to make even the most mundane conversations into something suggestive

— if you’re on the phone with him, he’ll say something flirty right before hanging up just to leave you blushing

— serenades you dramatically, even in public, and does not care if people stare, they’re just strangers and it’s not like you’re going to see them again anyways

— will absolutely say, “well, well, well, if it isn’t my stunning spouse,” every time you walk into the room

— loves pulling you close when you’re talking and staring at you like you’re the most captivating thing in the world

denki, hawks, dabi, twice

⋆₊ ♱ Tsundere Husband

— acts like he doesn’t care but will do the most thoughtful things for you behind your back

— complains about your clinginess but lowkey gets annoyed when you’re not giving him attention

— when you’re sad, he won’t say much, but he’ll bring you your favorite snack and just sit next to you, subtly nudging you to lean on him

— gets embarrassed when you’re affectionate in public but secretly loves it when you hold onto his sleeve or hand

— loves bickering with you over dumb things, your annoyed expression is adorable to him

— the type to “not care” when you ask for cuddles but pulls you closer when you try to move away

— “tch, why’d you forget your jacket? here, just take mine. it’s not like i care if you get sick or anything”

— gets flustered when you initiate affection but secretly lives for it

— huffs and pouts when you call him cute but gets mad if you stop

— the kind of husband who says “you’re so annoying” but will physically fight anyone who upsets you

— hates pda, but if he sees another guy looking at you for too long, he’ll suddenly be all over you

bakugo, monoma, + whoever you think fits

⋆₊ ♱ Introvert Husband

— prefers staying home with you rather than going out—his ideal date is ordering takeout and watching a movie under a blanket

— doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s always meaningful, he’s a deep thinker and values quality conversations over small talk

— will listen to you for hours even if he doesn’t respond much, he just loves hearing your voice

— social gatherings drain him quickly, so you often end up leaving early or finding a quiet corner to sit together

— shows his love through quiet acts of service, making your favorite breakfast, keeping your favorite blanket folded near the couch, or fixing something in the house without you asking

— loves subtle affection, he won’t initiate PDA often, but he will casually lace his fingers with yours when no one’s looking

— if you’re an extrovert, he’ll sit back and let you talk to everyone, only chiming in when necessary, if you’re also an introvert, he’s perfectly content existing in peaceful silence with you

— gets flustered if you compliment him too much but secretly loves it

— sometimes needs alone time to recharge but always reassures you it’s not because of you (it’s just how he is)

— prefers texting over phone calls and will send you a simple “i love you” text instead of a long, dramatic speech

shoji, shinso, tamaki, aizawa, shigaraki (except he’s careful with his fingers)

[yoshhii]

INTERTWINED FATE— t. shigaraki

the rain was relentless. it poured down and soaked into your clothes as you ran through the empty streets. the weight of your steps echoed in the silence of the night, the city having long fallen asleep (except for the villains lurking in its shadows). you weren't supposed to be out this late, but after your argument with your best friend, you needed to clear your head. maybe the rain would wash away the sting of their words.

as you took a turn down an alley, a low growl caught your attention. your breath hitched as you slowed your pace. the darkened alley was empty except for a single figure standing at the other end, his posture casual, as if the downpour didn't affect him at all.

tomura shigaraki.

the leader of the league of villains, the man whose very touch could turn anything to dust. you'd heard stories, seen the aftermath of his destruction, and yet, standing there, drenched, you couldn't move. it wasn't fear that froze you in place, it was something else… curiosity, maybe?

"what's a little hero like you doing out here alone?" his voice was raspy and cold. his red eyes flicked over you with mild interest as his fingers twitched by his side.

you swallowed hard, knowing there was no point in pretending to be something you weren't. "i'm not a hero."

that seemed to intrigue him. his lips curled up into a mockery of a smile. "is that so? you look like someone who thinks they can save people."

you shook your head, stepping closer despite every instinct screaming at you to run. "i'm not like them." in fact, you were anything but a hero.

shigaraki's eyes narrowed as you moved closer. you could see him better now. the pale blue hair clinging to his face, the sickly hue of his skin, the tiredness behind his bloodshot eyes. he looked... haunted. like someone who had been abandoned by the world, left with nothing but his rage and his power. and something about that resonated with you.

"what are you doing out here?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

his smirk vanished. "why do you care?"

you didn't have an answer. maybe it was the loneliness, maybe it was the way the world had pushed you aside, leaving you to feel like a ghost in your own life. maybe, just maybe, you saw a little bit of yourself in him.

"i don't," you said, but it was a lie. "i just... i understand."

shigaraki stared at you, his hand moving ever so slightly, as if considering something. "understand what? the pain? the destruction? you don't know anything."

"i know enough," you murmured, daring to take another step forward, so close now you could see the droplets of rain on his skin. "i know what it's like to want to destroy everything because it feels like everything's already been taken from you."

then there was silence. the rain still fell, the night still pressed in, but the distance between you felt like it had disappeared. you expected him to laugh, to mock you, to say something cruel, but instead, he reached out with his hand, carefully brushing a finger against your cheek.

"you don't belong in their world," he muttered, as if realizing something. his touch lingered, though he was careful not to use his quirk.

your heart pounded in your chest, despite a high rank villain standing in front of you, it felt…safe. almost familiar, maybe you didn't belong in their world. perhaps you belonged in the shadows, too.

"i can show you what it's like," he said, his voice low, almost inviting. "to stop pretending. to stop being what they want you to be."

you hesitated, the weight of his words sinking in. could you really walk away from everything? could you give in to that part of you that whispered for destruction, that longed for release? shigaraki's eyes bore into yours, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like someone saw you.

"come with me," he whispered. "and we'll burn it all down together."

your breath hitched. you knew this was wrong. you knew that if you took his hand, there would be no going back. but standing there, in the rain, with the world crumbling around you, it didn't seem so terrifying.

you met his gaze, a small smirk formed on your lips, "i'm already halfway there."

shigaraki seemed pleased, and without another word, he took your hand, his pinky up, and he pulled you into the darkness. together, you would walk the line between destruction and freedom, two souls bound by the emptiness that the world had left behind.

[yoshhii]

SNOWBALL FIGHT— s. todoroki

the first snow of the season has fallen overnight. transforming the ua grounds into a winter wonderland. from the common room window, you could see a blanket of white covering the courtyard, the branches of the trees heavy with fresh snow. the air inside was cold, but it had nothing on the chilly breeze that drifted in whenever someone opened the door.

you were bundled up in a blanket on the couch, sipping hot cocoa as you watched the snowflakes continue to fall. it was peaceful, and you were just about to sink deeper into your little cocoon of warmth when you heard footsteps approaching.

"(y/n)."

you glanced up to see your friend shoto todoroki standing in front of you, his usual calm expression softening slightly as his eyes met yours. he was wearing his winter uniform jacket, but the scarf around his neck looked new, a bright red that matched the side of his hair.

"hey, shoto," you greeted with a smile. "you need anything?"

"i was just about to go outside for a walk in the snow," he said, his voice as quiet and composed as ever. "would you like to join me?"

you blinked in surprise. this was the first time you've seen todoroki do anything with someone, let alone be the one to ask. so the fact that he was asking you made your heart skip a beat. you quickly nodded, setting your mug down and grabbing your coat and scarf.

"i'd love to," you replied, trying to hide the blush spreading across your face.

once you were both bundled up, you stepped outside together. the crisp, cold air bit at your cheeks, but it wasn't unpleasant—it was the kind of cold that made everything feel fresh and alive. the snow crunched softly beneath your boots as you walked beside shoto, your breath visible in the frosty air. for a few minutes, neither of you said anything, just enjoying the quiet beauty of the snow-covered world around you. every now and then, you'd catch him glancing over at you, as if checking to make sure you weren't too cold.

"you really like the snow, don't you?" you asked, noticing the small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

the duo haired boy nodded, his gaze shifting to the sky. "it's... calming. there's something peaceful about it. the cold is familiar."

you nodded, understanding what he meant. his quirk made him naturally attuned to the cold, so it made sense that winter would be a comforting time for him. still, you couldn't help but feel a little concerned about how cold it was, especially since you were starting to lose feeling in your fingers. as if sensing your discomfort, todoroki stopped walking and turned to face you. "are you cold?"

"i'm fine," you said quickly, not wanting to ruin the moment. but shoto frowned slightly, clearly not convinced.

without saying a word, he gently reached for your hands, his touch was soft and gentle. you felt a sudden rush of warmth as his left hand—his fire side—enveloped yours, the heat immediately seeping through your gloves. it was soothing, and you couldn't stop the sigh of relief that escaped your lips.

"better?" he asked, his mismatched eyes watching you closely.

you nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up—not from the warmth, but from how close he was. "yeah, much better. thank you."

shoto's expression softened, and for a moment, there was a glint of something else in his eyes. he kept your hands in his for a few more seconds before letting go, but the warmth lingered even after he stepped back. "we can go inside if you'd like," he offered.

"no, it's okay," you said, smiling at him. "i'm really enjoying this. besides, it's not every day i get to experience winter with someone who can keep me warm like that."

a small smile tugged at his lips. there was something about the expression he made, almost as if he was shy. "i'm glad."

you continued walking, the snow falling gently around you. the quiet between you was comfortable, and even though neither of you spoke much, there was something special about the way shoto stayed close to you, making sure you didn't get too cold.

eventually, you reached a small clearing where the snow was untouched. shoto paused, looking around as if lost in thought. you followed his gaze, admiring the beauty of the scene. without warning, you bent down, scooping up a handful of snow and quickly forming it into a ball. before shoto could react, you tossed it at him, hitting him square in the chest. his eyes widened in surprise as the snow splattered across his coat.

"(y/n)!" he exclaimed, with surprise and amusement.

you couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face, and before you knew it, another snowball was flying in your direction. you barely dodged it, yelping as you ducked behind a nearby tree.

what followed was a playful snowball fight that had both of you laughing, something rare from shoto but heartwarming nonetheless. his aim was almost too good, but you managed to get a few hits in yourself. eventually, you both called a truce, breathless and covered in snow, but grinning from ear to ear.

as you stood there, catching your breath, todoroki looked at you, his expression soft and warm despite the cold around you.

"i had a good time today," he said quietly, his voice sincere.

"me too," you replied, smiling. "we should do this again sometime."

he nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he spoke again. "next time, i'll make sure you don't get cold at all."

your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn't help but smile wider. "i'll hold you to that."

[yoshhii]

hi new moot!! i love your ada theme + the gothic vibe and OMG U LIKE JJBA OP N MHA TOO

haiii and thank you so much! i love your theme as well it’s so pretty 🖤 and YESSS JJBA, OP, AND MHA FANS RISEEEE

[yoshhii]

A NIGHT IN— k. bakugo

it was a cold autumn day, the kind where the wind cut through even the thickest of jackets. you had just finished a long day at work, your legs aching from all the running around. the streets were quiet as you made your way home, your breath visible in the crisp air.

as you turned the corner to your apartment, you saw a familiar figure leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. bakugo katsuki. his signature scowl softened just a little as his eyes met yours, though you didn't notice. he pushed off the wall and strode over to you, grabbing the grocery bag from your hand before you could protest.

"you could've waited inside, you know," you said, a teasing smile on your lips.

"tch. like i'd leave you walkin' home in the cold by yourself," he grumbled, eyes flickering away as his cheeks flushed faintly. you convinced yourself it was just the cold that made his ears turn pink.

you both walked up to your apartment together, a comfortable silence fell upon between you. bakugo wasn't one for unnecessary words, and neither were you. besides, silent moments like this were rather peaceful.

once inside, you started unpacking the groceries while bakugo shrugged off his jacket and flopped onto the couch, making himself comfortable. he watched you quietly for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked over to the kitchen.

"move," he said, nudging you out of the way.

you raised an eyebrow but stepped aside, knowing better than to argue. he grabbed a pot, turning on the stove with a flick of his wrist.

"sit down," he ordered, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

"but—"

"sit."

you sighed but smiled, appreciating the kind gesture. you sat at the small table, watching as he moved around the kitchen with surprising ease. it wasn't the first time he'd taken over dinner and it certainly won't be the last.

as the smell of food filled the air, bakugo set two steaming bowls of curry on the table, sitting across from you. the warmth of the meal was a nice contrast to the cold outside.

"thanks, katsuki," you said softly, taking a bite. "it's delicious."

"damn right it is," he muttered, though there was a glimmer of pride in his eyes as he ate.

after dinner, you both ended up on the couch, a blanket thrown over your legs as you leaned against bakugo's side. he grumbled about how you were taking up too much space, but his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. outside, the wind howled, but inside, you were cozy—safe in your lover's embrace. his hand gently played with the ends of your hair, and you smiled to yourself.

"oi," he said suddenly, his voice softer than usual.

"hm?"

"i...i love you (y/n). not that i'm gonna say it again, so don't get used to it," he muttered, looking away, the tips of his ears red once more.

now it was your turn for your face to flush red, you were taken aback by the rare statement. you quickly gave a peck on his lips before replying, "i love you too, katsuki."

you laid your head back on his chest, not noticing the sheer amount of blush on his face. he wrapped his arms around you tighter, giving a kiss on your forehead as he placed his head on top of yours.

as the night wore on, the two of you stayed like that, together in each other's warmth. bakugo may not show his emotions much, but moments like this reminded you just how much he cared and it truly warmed your heart.

[yoshhii]

GENSHIN IMPACT M.LIST

[ coming soon ]

[yoshhii]

JJBA M.LIST

jotaro kujo

them comforting you

sfw alphabet

bucci gang

styling their hair

dio

unknown feelings— yandere oneshot

diavolo

secret admirer— fluff oneshot

kira yoshikage

sfw headcanons

vampire headcanons

[yoshhii]

BNHA M.LIST

izuku midoriya

study confession— fluff oneshot

katsuki bakugo

a night in— fluff oneshot

shota aizawa

a nice day off— fluff platonic oneshot

neito monoma

false hatred— fluff oneshot

tomura shigaraki

intertwined fate— dark romance oneshot

[yoshhii]

MASTERLIST !

MY HERO ACADEMIA

GENSHIN IMPACT

JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

[yoshhii]

please dni…if you’re homophobic, transphobic, proshipper, racist, etc. (basic dni criteria)

there’s no age limit to my account however there might be suggestive content sometimes!!

before you request…

༉‧₊˚. i don’t write; male reader, polyamory, oc’s, character x character, hardcore smut, incest, pedophilia

༉‧₊˚. i do write; fem/gn reader, angst, fluff, yandere, headcanons, sibling/family au, oneshots, slightly suggestive content, kidnapping, scenarios, au’s, and platonic things

༉‧₊˚. i don’t mind if you use my inbox or message me privately, as long as you’re respectful. and request are always open so don’t worry about requesting at the wrong time!

fandoms…

my hero academia, genshin impact, jojos bizarre adventure, one piece

[yoshhii]

NICE DAY OFF— s. aizawa

you had noticed it for weeks now. shota aizawa was more worn out than usual. being a homeroom teacher at u.a. came with its challenges, but recently, he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. the dark circles under his eyes had deepened, his sighs were more frequent, and he had started zoning out more than usual.

aizawa was good at hiding how much stress he was under, keeping that neutral expression of his firmly in place. but as a childhood friend of his, you knew better. even if he wouldn't say anything, you could see the tension creeping up in the way he slouched just a little more than usual or how he rubbed the bridge of his nose when he thought no one was looking.

you waited until the end of another long day at u.a., timing your visit perfectly just as aizawa was leaving the school grounds. as you caught up to him, you noticed the tired lines etched into his face.

"hey, shota," you called out, causing him to stop and glance at you. "you look like you could use a break."

"i'm fine," he muttered, brushing it off, but you weren't having any of it.

"come on," you insisted, looping your arm through his in a friendly manner. "you're always fine. but you need a breather, and i know just the place."

he raised an eyebrow, but he didn't protest. he trusted you enough to let you lead him away, though he was still wearing his trademark frown as you guided him toward a nearby cat café. aizawa's love for cats wasn't a secret to you, and you figured that some quality time with a few furry friends might just be the perfect cure for his stress.

when the two of you entered the café, you could visibly see aizawa relax to the warm, inviting atmosphere. soft meows could be heard throughout the area and a few cats padded over to him, rubbing up against his legs. aizawa knelt down, his hand slowly reaching out to pet one of them, his expression softening ever so slightly.

you grinned as you watched him. "see? i knew this would work."

aizawa glanced up at you, his lips twitching in what was almost a smile. "you really think you're clever, don't you?"

he started walking to a booth, and you followed shortly behind him.

"yep," you replied, taking a seat beside him as more cats wandered over, seemingly drawn to his calm aura. "it's not often you get to just relax. you deserve it."

he didn't argue with that, his focus returning to the cats, his hands moving with careful, deliberate strokes. for the first time in days, you saw the tension in his shoulders ease. the café was quiet, filled with the soft sounds of cats playing and the occasional clink of teacups. you ordered some tea for the both of you, sipping quietly as you watched aizawa's rare moment of peace.

after a while, as a particularly white fluffy cat settled comfortably in his lap, aizawa let out a small sigh—a content one, for once. he glanced over at you, and to your surprise, a genuine, rare smile crossed his face. it wasn't a wide grin, but it was real, and it made you smile.

"thanks," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. "i needed this."

"anytime, sho. you're always looking out for everyone else. it's nice to return the favor." you replied back, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

the sun was beginning to set by the time the two of you left the café, the sky painted in soft oranges and pinks. as you walked side by side, the warm light casting a glow around the both of you, the world felt a little quieter, a little more peaceful.

aizawa's usual stoic expression had returned, but there was a subtle change in the way he walked—a little lighter, a little more at ease.

as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, you couldn't help but feel that the moment was perfect.

and as the two of you walked off together into the fading light, aizawa glanced at you, forever grateful to have you by his side.

[yoshhii]

STUDY CONFESSION— i. midoriya

the quiet hum of the library filled the air as you sat across from your friend, izuku midoriya. there were textbooks and notes scattered between the two of you. it had been a long study session, preparing for the upcoming hero exams. you could feel the tension in your back, and when you glanced at izuku, his brows were furrowed in concentration, fingers tapping absently on his notebook.

you both have been here for hours, yet it seemed as if he had the energy to continue studying for more.

"izuku," you whispered, trying not to disturb the people around you, "maybe we should take a break?"

he stopped writing and looked up at you, wide green eyes momentarily confused before a sheepish smile spread across his face. "oh, right. sorry, i didn't notice how much time had passed."

you couldn't help but smile at how endearing he was, always so focused on his goals. "it's fine, but we've been here for hours. let's go outside for some fresh air."

he nodded eagerly, gathering his notes with care before following you out into the open. the cool breeze of the late afternoon swept over you both, and you sighed contentedly, stretching your arms.

the green haired boy stood beside you, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "thanks for suggesting the break. i get caught up sometimes and forget to... you know, relax."

you chuckled softly, looking at him fondly. "that's what i'm here for. to remind you to take care of yourself too."

a blush dusted his cheeks at your words, his nervous energy showing in the way he shuffled his feet. it was cute how shy he could be, even after all this time of being close friends.

you both wandered aimlessly around the courtyard, the sun slowly dipping behind the buildings. izuku looked like he wanted to say something, his gaze flicking between you and the sky. after a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

"um... you've been such a great friend, always supporting me... and i just—uh, i really appreciate it. you've helped me more than you know." his voice was soft, filled with the sincerity that was so unmistakably him.

your heart warmed at his words. "you don't have to thank me, izuku. i'm happy to be here with you. you've done the same for me, in more ways than i can count."

he looked down, clearly flustered by your response, and then hesitated before glancing at you again. "actually... there's something i've been wanting to ask for a while."

you raised an eyebrow in curiosity, waiting for him to continue.

"i know we've been friends for a long time, but... do you think maybe... we could be more than that?" his voice wavered as he nervously fidgeted with his fingers, the confidence in his voice slowly leaving. "i—i mean, if you don't want to, that's fine! i just—uh—i really like you. a lot."

for a moment, you were speechless, your heart doing a little flip at his confession. his vulnerability was so pure, so genuine, that it made you smile wider than you ever had before.

"izuku," you began softly, reaching for his hand, "i like you too. i've liked you for a while, actually."

he looked up at you, eyes wide in surprise, before a bright, hopeful smile broke across his face. "really?"

"really," you confirmed, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

his face visibly relaxed, and he let out a soft laugh, his thumb brushing lightly against your hand. "i—i don't know what to say. i just... i'm so happy."

you smiled back, feeling warmth spread through your chest. "you don't have to say anything. just... stay with me a little longer?"

"i'd like that," he said softly, his smile never fading.

and so you stood there together, hand in hand, as the world around you seemed to slow down for just a little while. there was no rush, no exams to worry about, just the quiet comfort of each other's presence.

[yoshhii]

i was wondering if you could possibly make a monoma x fem reader where its like an enemies to lovers kinda thing cause there is not enough of them x

sorry this took so long i haven’t been checking my inbox! i hope this was to your liking anon

FALSE HATRED— n. monoma

you couldn’t stand him.

every time monoma opened his mouth, it was like nails on a chalkboard. the way he taunted, the arrogance that dripped from his words, and his incessant need to compare himself to class 1-a, it drove you mad. and yet, despite your best efforts, he seemed to target you more than anyone else.

“look at you, already falling behind,” monoma sneered as you landed on the ground after a training exercise. his sharp eyes gleamed with smug satisfaction, arms crossed as he hovered nearby. “are you sure you belong in this class?”

you scowled, wiping the sweat from your forehead. “and here i thought we were done for the day. guess i was wrong, since a pest still hasn’t shut up.”

he smirked. “such a temper. are you always this sensitive, or am i just that special to you?”

his words grated at you. monoma had always been like this—since day one, really. he always had some biting remark, some insult ready to fire at you the second you were in his line of sight. at first, you thought he hated everyone equally, but it quickly became apparent that he had a special focus on you.

over time, your annoyance turned into something deeper, more intense. his quips and challenges sparked something inside you—a desire to prove him wrong, to beat him at his own game. you trained harder, pushed yourself further, but the more you did, the more he seemed to enjoy getting under your skin.

today was no different.

“you know,” he continued, voice dripping with mock sympathy, “i could offer to tutor you. it’s not your fault you’re struggling, really. not everyone can keep up with me.”

you clenched your fists, the irritation building in your chest. “i don’t need your help, monoma. and i’m definitely not struggling.”

“right,” he said with a low chuckle. “keep telling yourself that, maybe one day you’ll believe it.”

something in his tone, in the way he looked at you, made your heart pound in a way that had nothing to do with anger. you hated that. hated how he could rile you up so easily, how his presence affected you more than it should. but there was also something else—a spark of recognition that confused you.

you weren’t sure when it had started, but there was a tension between the two of you that wasn’t just fueled by rivalry anymore. somewhere along the way, the animosity had shifted, morphed into something complicated.

he took a step closer, his smirk softening into something more genuine, but still teasing. “you’re really fun to mess with, you know that?”

your heart skipped a beat, and you mentally cursed yourself for the reaction. this was monoma—annoying, egotistical, infuriating monoma. and yet… there was something about the way he was looking at you now, his gaze lingering just a little longer, that made your pulse quicken.

you opened your mouth to retort, but the words caught in your throat when his expression changed. his smirk faded entirely, replaced with something serious, almost curious.

“you’re different,” he said suddenly, his voice lower, softer than before. “i don’t know why, but… when i look at you, i can’t help but want to push you. to see how far you’ll go. you always fight back, and i—” he paused, as if debating his next words. “i respect that.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden compliment. monoma never complimented anyone. at least, not sincerely.

“what’s your game, monoma?” you asked warily, narrowing your eyes. “you don’t actually respect me. you’re just saying that to mess with me again.”

he shook his head, his usual arrogance replaced by something more earnest. “no games. not this time.”

for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. the tension between you two felt different now, charged in a way that was both unsettling and… exciting. you hated him, didn’t you? and yet, standing here with him now, that hatred felt like something else entirely.

monoma took another step closer, his proximity sending a jolt through you. his gaze dropped to your lips for just a second before meeting your eyes again, and suddenly you couldn’t breathe.

“you hate me, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“yes,” you replied, but your voice squeaked, betraying you.

he smirked, leaning in ever so slightly. “are you sure about that?”

before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss. you froze, processing what was happening.

you quickly kissed him back, your hands fisting in his shirt as you poured all your frustration, your confusion, your hidden feelings into that one moment. he responded in kind, his grip tightening around you, pulling you closer as if he’d been waiting for this as long as you had.

when you finally pulled apart, breathless, monoma’s usual smirk returned, but this time it was softer, more real. “looks like i was right,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “you don’t hate me as much as you thought.”

you glared at him half-heartedly, still trying to catch your breath. “shut up, monoma.”

he grinned, his hand slipping down to entwine with yours. “whatever you say.”

[yoshhii]

tw: abuse/controlling themes .ᐟ

it felt like only yesterday when the two of you confessed. he had taken you to a park near a lake, where cherry blossom petals floated through the air, carried by the gentle breeze. the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a warm light over everything. you both stood beneath the blooming trees, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes.

slowly he raised his right hand and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your soft skin. you knew exactly what he wanted, and without hesitation, you closed your eyes, and leaned forward.

when your lips finally met, it felt like the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you. the kiss was soft and sweet, full of the unspoken feelings you had both been holding back for so long. as his lips left yours, you opened your eyes to find a gentle smile on his face.

this was the moment you had been waiting for, the one you had imagined countless times. after all the teasing, the lingering touches, and the stolen glances, you had finally shared your first kiss. his soft chuckle broke the silence, he opened his mouth and finally said the words he’d been holding back to speak.

“i love you, (y/n).”

you couldn’t help but smile as his cheeks flushed a deep red, his gaze dropping shyly to the ground. it was obvious he was embarrassed to say it, and that only made the moment sweeter.

with a warmth blooming in your chest, you opened your mouth, your voice calm and sweet.

“i love you too.”

but that was only a longing memory.

everything felt easy then, simple, carefree. his love was a bright, something that made you feel safe.

but over time, the warmth in his voice faded. it wasn’t noticeable at first—the way he would always ask where you were going, who you were with, what time you should be home. he framed it as concern, his eyes soft, his words still loving. you told yourself it was just because he cared. because who wouldn’t look out for the one you love, right?

only then did his “concern” grew sharper, his tone more insistent. he started waiting for you if you stayed out late, calling your phone multiple times, asking why you haven’t called as soon as you left your friends.

“ i don’t understand, they’re just my friends and i don’t hang out with them as much as i used too. they’ll help me out if i’m in danger, what’s the harm in that?” you tried argue.

his angry demeanor quickly turned into an unreadable one.

“i just worry about you, that’s all,” he said pulling you into his arms. but there was a tension in the way he held you, a possessiveness that made your stomach twist.

“i’m fine,” you whispered, though you weren’t sure if you were convincing him or yourself.

you pressed your back against the cold brick wall of the alley, trying to steady your ragged breaths, but all you could hear was the pounding of your heart, echoing in the narrow space like a drumbeat of panic.

you messed up…

you were done with him, done with his possessiveness, his suffocating control.

so you ran, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would let you go. but you knew better. he would never leave you alone. he had killed your friends to prove that point, tearing them from you because they dared to help. that monster took them because you had tried to escape.

the sounds of footsteps broke your train of thoughts.

no...

there was no way it could be him. you had ran for hours, weaving through streets, slipping into corners. how could he find you now?

“there’s no point in running dear…” his chilling voice cut through the silence.

your blood turned to ice. panic surged through your veins. you had to keep moving there was no one here to help you, no one to hear you scream. you had no one to rely on but yourself. with a desperate gasp, you turned and bolted further into the alley, darting around corners in a frantic attempt to lose him.

you were quick, but he was quicker.

suddenly a hand harshly yanked your hair, you let out a yelp and desperately clawed at his hands but his grip only got tighter. you could only scream and beg for him

to let you go. but that only seemed to amuse him.

with a swift motion he pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him.

“shhhhh we wouldn’t want to bring any unwanted attention now do we?” his eyes were darker now, colder. the man you used to know seemed so far away.

“let’s get you back home, do you know how dangerous it is for you to be alone at this time of night?” he said it as if he was mocking you, daring you to try and run again.

he let go of your hair and took a few steps back, watching you with that same unreadable expression. your legs gave out beneath you, and you crumpled to the ground. you couldn't go back, locked up in his house, in his room, playing by his rules.

you slowly felt tears form in your eyes, threatening to fall against your cheek.

“why….” you started, voice barely above a whisper,

“why are you doing this…?”

a cruel smile spreaded across his lips, slowly walking back towards you.

“don’t you see (y/n) i do this to protect you away from the outside dangers, i do this so that you’re safe, and i do it because…”

he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “i love you,” his voice cold as ice, it sent a shiver down your spine not from affection, but from fear.

katsuki bakugo, dabi, tomura shigaraki, overhaul, shinshou, monoma, dio, kira yoshikage, pucci, funny valentine, diavolo/doppio, bruno bucciarati, abbacchio, joseph joestar, rohan, kaeya, diluc, childe, ayato, lyney, neuvillette, heizou + whoever you think fits !

[yoshhii]

yandere themes .ᐟ not proofread

the rain pounded against the windows, a relentless rhythm that matched your heartbeat. you pressed your back against the cold wall of the small apartment, trying to steady your breathing. just how long have you been here? it felt like weeks, months, perhaps even years. you miss the feeling of being free, you miss being yourself, and you miss your friends.

oh how you should’ve listened to them.

you should’ve listened when they warned you about your new friend. how he would text you every second of the day and get mad when you didn’t respond within a minute. how he would always “coincidentally” bump into you while you were shopping or simply taking a walk. how he would always stare at you from a distance watching, analyzing your every move.

deep down you knew that something was off, but of course you chose to ignore it. you chose to ignore your friends, you chose to ignore all the signs. you were stupid…really stupid. and that’s what led you into this hell.

heavy footsteps could be heard from a distance. it was him. the one that took you away from your family, friends, and your life. he’s taken you away from everything, but why? you didn’t understand what he could possibly want from someone like you.

the sound of a door creaking stopped your train of thoughts. he was here and he was staring at you. although he calmly walked in, it was almost as if he was taunting you, daring you to make an attempt to escape. after what felt like an eternity he stopped right in front of you, his tall frame towering over your crouched form. the room was silent. dead silent. however, you refuse to utter a sound.

his gaze was on you, an expression you were all too familiar with by now, a mix of love and obsession that gave you a feeling of uneasiness.

"you know you can't leave me," he whispered, his voice gentle but with an undercurrent of menace. he crouched down, his face merely inches from yours. "i love you too much to let you go."

"please," you managed to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper. "i just need some space."

he laughed, a sound that made you shiver. “space? i give you everything. i protect you, i cherish you, i love you. why would you need space from that?"

you glanced at the door, your only chance of escape, but he noticed. he always noticed. in an instant, he pulled your face towards him, his hand harshly cupping your cheek, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"you're mine," he murmured, his thumb stroking your skin. "and I won't let anyone take you away from me."

you shuddered, knowing deep down that he meant every word. his love was a prison, one you could never escape. the outside world faded away, leaving only his possessive embrace, and the chilling certainty that you were his forever.

bakugo katsuki, shinso, dabi, tomura shigaraki, overhaul, kaeya, xiao, scaramouche, childe, diluc, jotaro, kakyoin, josuke, joseph joestar, + whoever you like!

[yoshhii]

he doesn’t like you- no- he despises you, in fact he hates you. he hates everything about you. he hates your voice, he hates your smile, he hates the way that you dress, he hates the way that you look at other people. he basically hates the bane of your existence. so why…. why does he feel a sudden warmth when he’s near you?

is it the way that you talk? the way that you laugh with your friends? or perhaps it was the way that you look at him? whenever you two locked eyes, yours would hold a certain glint to them. was it curiosity? sadness? hatred? disgust? love? he wasn’t sure and he doesn’t care, all he knows is that he hates it. he hates every fiber in your body and wishes you would disappear.

he hates your voice because it gets stuck in his head, it’s warm and soft, but also confident and so sure about everything you say. he hates your smile because the way your lips curl upwards while you look at him softly, makes him feel this warm fuzzy feeling inside. he hates the way that you dress because every-time he sees something you might like it reminds him of you. if he bought you this shirt would you wear it? would you make fun of him for buying something for you? would you like these pants or these shoes?

and he especially hates it when you look at other people because you aren’t looking at him. he’s curious about you, he wants to know more. what’s your favorite food? what bands do you like? would you let him dress you up in his clothes? what do you do for fun? would you ever look at him the same way he looks at you?

he has so many questions but so little answers, and he hates it. he wants to- no- needs to know everything about you. however, he isn’t stupid. he knows what this feeling is, but he refuses to say it. he knows he can’t hide his feelings forever, he knows that one day you might find someone that isn’t him, and he hates it. so for now he’ll keep his distance, slowly but surely he’ll make his way into your life. the thought of a future with you was something better than anything he could imagine, and that was something he didn’t hate.

bakugo katsuki, dabi, tomura shigaraki, monoma, hawks, diluc, xiao, tighnari, scaramouche, + whoever you like!

[yoshhii]

THEIR REACTIONS WHEN YOU’RE SICK

you went out in the freezing cold without a coat, even though they told you to put it on

genshin impact + jjba

he would laugh at you saying, “i told you so didnt i?”. he would tease you to no end. saying how cute you look wrapped up in the blankets, how he’s your personal doctor for getting medicine for you, and even laughing at your embarrassed face when he feeds you. he does enjoy taking care of you though, it’s one of the rare times he can tease you all day with an excuse. if you happen to need something he’s already on the way to grab it . “it’s a prince’s job to get whatever his dear princess desires” he’d say. even though you’re in a miserable state he always finds a way to brighten up the mood.

heizou, kaeya, childe, joseph joestar, ceaser, polnareff, okuyasu, mista, narancia, gyro

“oh dear…” he sighs knowing he shouldn’t be surprised. after all he couldn’t be mad at you, all you wanted to do was enjoy the rain. he chuckles to himself when you blush as he puts the spoon towards your lips. “come on my love, you know this is good for you.” the medicine is very herbal, he tells you how natural medicine has more benefits and blah blah. he gives a satisfying hum as you swallow it (pause), knowing you’ll be better soon. he still does everything as usual, going to work, making breakfast, and cleaning the house. he gets everything ready and prepared for you before he leaves to run errands. although he loves you there’s no kisses until you’ve recovered, he wouldn’t want to get sick as well.

zhongli, ayato, albedo, baizhu, tighnari, kazuha, avdol, kakyoin, kira yoshikage, giorno, bruno bucciarati, pucci, johnny

“hmm….” he acts like he doesn’t care even though he does. he buys anything you need and just hands it to you, saying “you can do it by yourself.” once he realizes you are too sick to do it he quickly takes things in his own hands. while taking care of you he keeps a straight face but is screaming on the inside. it was a perfect chance to enjoy being near you without making it obvious. he doesn’t mind taking care of you though. wait. he…is…taking care of you? and the way he is so close to his love makes him melt. his cheeks flush a crimson red, when you notice this and mention it he’ll just brush it off. “i must be getting sick because of you.” at the end of the day he’ll give you a kiss on the forehead, “you should listen to me next time” he hopes you don’t so this can happen again.

diluc, xiao, scaramouche, kars, jotaro, rohan, abbacchio, diavolo

he’s very sweet, always making sure if you’re okay. he will use words of encouragement, “i’m sorry you’re sick dear, but i promise it will be over soon!” he says as he smiles at you. he’s such a sweetheart, bringing everything you need in an instant. his bright personality makes you forget that you’re even sick sometimes. he kisses you and hugs you as usual even though you warned him you don’t want the sickness to get to him. “i don’t mind if i get sick as long as i get to kiss you!” he also insists he does everything for you. it’s like you don’t move an inch, not even if you need to eat something, he prefers if you let him feed it to you. he wants you to rest the best you can and get better as quick as possible! he loves you a lot and will always find a way to put a smile on your face.

venti, itto, jonathan, speedwagon, josuke, doppio