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#it's not my fault if the teacher is a meanie
cienie-isengardu · 3 months
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I'm kinda weirded out that Bi-Han scars his brother and people act like him being a little mean to Tomas is his worst deed and he deserves to die for it or something. Bi-Han doesn't owe Tomas any love or respect. You don't have to like someone just because daddy said so.
I totally agree that hating Bi-Han for not liking or loving Tomas as a brother is pretty wild take on his character, because he did not ask for such a bond, the same as Tomas did not ask to be orphaned and adopted into Grandmaster’s family. Both were forced into a situation created by adults that apparently couldn’t act appropriately to the situation (e.g. killing Tomas’ mother and sister when the family accidentally trespassed on Lin Kuei territory and Grandmaster adopting Tomas out of shame / to save his honor rather than out of love/care for the boy). 
What is even weirder to me, Kitana and Mileena had in previous timeline(s) bitter relationship yet I don’t see fandom to hate original/alternative MK9!Kitana for rejecting Mileena ("You are not my family... you are a monstrosity!") and looking down on her because of Tarkatan blood (“[Shang Tsung] has created horrid replicas of me crossbred with Tarkatan blood!”). People apparently can acknowledge that Kitana was thrown into “sisterhood” she did not ask and the creation of “twin sister” happened out of her control and knowledge while also understanding it was no Mileena’s fault for acting and looking the way she was because it was how she was specifically created. If fandom can accept and support Kitana’s choice of rejecting “sister” on the spot without any empathy to look at the situation from her perspective AND AT THE SAME TIME can feel sorry for Mileena, then the similar treatment should be given to Bi-Han and Tomas, as they were presumably children who adapted to the unfamiliar situation in their own ways. However the main difference between those two scenarios is that Mileena is the “psycho” (so Kitana is excused for not wanting her as a sister) while MK1!Smoke is the personality-wise castrated version of MK9!Tomas who for whatever reason is now the fandom’s Cinnamon Roll that never did anything wrong and anyone who doesn’t melt at the sight of this cutie IS BIG MEANIE, boo!
A character not loving fans’ favorite does not commit a crime however fandom wants to present it as unquestionable proof of said character’s evilness. Fictional or real life, people are allowed to not like each other as the definition of family will vary from culture to culture, and from one person to another - it does not however allow anyone to abuse other people, but that should go without saying.
Bi-Han said mean things to Tomas, and Kuai Liang for that matter. He in general treated others in a similar, cold fashion. But objectively speaking he did much more questionable things over the course of the story, yet people are fixated on Smoke’s feelings alone - and to be honest, I'm not even surprised anymore by that.
But you know what frustrates me the most about fandom’s perception of Bi-Han and Tomas relationship? The amount of fanwork presenting Bi-Han as always mean, always abusive to the poor poor little Tomas which is not just the best proof the fandom is set to demonize kid Bi-Han for his adult self’s choices. It is the whole implication that Grandmaster and the Mother and like everyone involved in raising the brothers, all the masters and teachers did not act to prevent it from happening nor cared to correct Bi-Han’s action. And the most sick thing about that? Children imitate the behavior of adults. Do people really think that kid Bi-Han started saying "Lin Kuei blood only" bullshit out of his mind just to spit in the pitiful orphan's face? Like, really?
Stupid beliefs like that come from somewhere and children are taught by their parents and adult people around what “values” and traditions they should respect and follow. We literally know just three Lin Kuei characters and the fact that only Kuai Liang and Tomas rejected Sub-Zero’s leadership while the clan followed their Grandmaster implies Bi-Han’s beliefs are accepted and shared by the clan. So maybe instead of being so set on demonizing kid!Bi-Han - who so far was only said to be “always cold” to Tomas what is not equal to being abusive and cruel on purpose - maybe it is time for fandom to examine previous Grandmaster and the whole clan’s beliefs that A) were passed to Bi-Han to mold him into man he is today and B) apparently fucked up Tomas’ childhood so much.
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craftycheetah · 1 year
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Taught to Love Again
tags: canon divergent, cute date, meet-cute, baby matchmaker
warnings: toxic ex, male masturbation
A/n: I made this with my bestie/DILF-lover @endeavours-jockstrap​! Pt2. coming soon!
taglist: @pharaohanubis0​
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“..ddy? Daddy wakey up! Daddy!” a small voice calls out jerking Hitoshi awake.
“Huh, what?”
“We go skool?” Kokoro asks, patting Hitoshi’s arm.
Hitoshi yawns and pats his son's indigo hair. “Yeah, let’s go. Gotta—” Hitoshi starts before getting cut off by a yawn. “Gotta get dressed and eat breakfast.”
Kokoro giggles and grabs Hitoshi’s hand with his. “Hehe daddy bedfast!”
Hitoshi hastily puts together a breakfast burrito for both of them to share.
“Can I has cofee?”
“It’s not for kids,” Hitoshi chuckles.
“Peez?”
Hitoshi pours coffee(apple juice) in a coffee cup and gives it to Koko. “Coffee.”
The toddler drinks it, none the wiser.
“Fank yew!” he giggles.
“Alright, let's get you dressed.”
Hitoshi didn't always expect to have a four year old that looked up at him as if he hung the stars. It was all Kokoro's mother's fault. A brief romance turned into baby trapping, great. She’s a huge bitch too.
Hitoshi locks the apartment door behind him, tucking his phone between his ear and shoulder. “No, dad, I’ll be there, I just have to take Koko to daycare—don’t run.”
Kokoro slows down to a waddle in front of him.
“Yes, Akibimi’s supposed to get him this weekend but I haven’t heard from her in a week so I dunno.”
“Daddy, we go park afta skool?”
“Sorry buddy, I have work but you can go with Auntie Bakugou.”
Koko frowns. “Don’t want to go.”
“Why not?”
“Wanna be wif Daddy. Daddy awway busy.”
Hitoshi feels a pang of guilt in his heart. “I promise we’ll go tomorrow.”
“You say that yestday,” Kokoro mumbles and slaps his hand on the low elevator button.
“I promise I'll take off Friday and then we can hang out all weekend.”
“You promise?”
“Uh huh. Dad?”
‘We’ll see,” Aizawa says on the phone. ‘Say hi to Koko for me.’
Hitoshi puts the phone on loudspeaker. “Say hi, bud.”
“Hi ganpa!”
‘Hello, Kokoro.’
“Lub you!”
‘Love you too. Be good. I’ve gotta go. Bye bye.’
“Buh bye!” Koko giggles.
“Later, Dad. Let’s go, bud.”
*
Hitoshi unlocked the door and unbuckled Koko from his car seat. “Don’t get into any trouble, okay?”
“Otay.”
“And go easy on your teacher, she’s old.” He doesn’t need to be called to the school about Koko using his quirk on his teacher because she was mean to him, again.
“Uh uh! Meanie Yuki go away! I has new teacha!”
Hitoshi rubs his eyes. “Oh right, they emailed me about that. Go easy on her anyway.”
“I be nice?”
“Yup, or else someone will call the boogeyman to come and take away all your toes.”
Koko squeaks and shakes his head frantically. 
“I good, Daddy! I good!”
“I know bud. Now let's get you inside.”
Hitoshi walks Koko down the path towards Kurume Daycare, a safe private school for pro hero children.
“I see Yoko?”
Hitoshi shuddered at the thought of those two being friends. It was good for Koko but bad for him. Hitoshi couldn't muster the courage to tell Koko they can't be friends because of that innocent little face he always had.
The door opens and a young woman in a bright pink apron over her baby blue dress steps out to write something on the whiteboard hanging outside the door.
‘Ms. L/n' you write, adding a little heart in the corner. “Perfect.”
Hitoshi looks at the woman and admires her outfit. Should he say something?
“Hai!” Koko speaks up.
You look down at the cute toddler. “Hello, well aren’t you cute? What’s your name?”
“I Kokowo!”
“Kokoro,” Hitoshi corrects.
“That's a pretty name. I’m Ms.L/n and I’ll be your new teacher.” You write his name on the sticky note name tag in your hand and peel it off to stick on Kokoro’s overalls. “So I can learn your name. You’re my first student today, isn’t that exciting?”
“Otay! Daddy we ohwy!”
“You must be his father. It’s nice to meet you sir.”
“It’s nice to meet you too.
“You’re MindJack right? My cousin is a big fan of yours,” you smile.
“That's nice. Well, I should be off. Gotta get to work. I’ll come pick you up after work. Be good Koko, okay?”
“Otay, Daddy!” Kokoro giggles as he hugs Hitoshi’s thigh. “Lub you.”
“I love you too,” Hitoshi smiles, ruffling Kokoro’s hair before waving and walking out the door.
*
“Alright, kids, it’s time to go home,” you announce. “Can we pick up our toys before your guardians get here?”
“Yes, Ms. L/n!” The kids chorus and start cleaning up their toys.
Throughout the day you’ve learned the latest “gossip” between the toddlers and you wish you had such meaningless problems like they did.
After waving to the one of the last few remaining children, you turned around and giggled softly when you saw Yoko and Kokoro playing together.
“Still waiting for your guardians?”
“Mama go and gets Popcown before me!”
“Popcorn? Who’s that?”
“My sissy.”
Odd name for a kid but whatever.
“I pop tart,” Yoko giggles
You nod slowly. “…sure, okay sweetie. Whatever that means.” You walk to your desk to write down a reminder to ask their parents what it means.
A knock at the open door pulls your attention away when you see a woman with a black and blond braid out walk in with a little girl that looks just like her.
“Das my sissy!” Yoko squeals and waddles up to the girl and hugs her. “Hi sissy!”
“Auntie!” Kokoro giggles and hugs the woman.
“Hi Koko, where’s your dad?”
“Dunno. He say you go park with me.”
“Did he? I’ll ask him that.”
The little girl looks around before locking eyes with you.
“Where’s Miss Yuki?”
“She leave! We has Miss L/n now. She nice.”
“Thank you, Yoko. So this must be Popcorn?”
The woman snorts. “It’s a kind of alias for the kids.”
“Ohhh, I see. Well it's nice to meet you all. Get home safe and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Yoko hugs your legs before waddling back to her mother and holding her hand, the other holding onto her small backpack. “Bye bye.”
You wave at her before turning around and seeing Kokoro all alone. “Kokoro?”
“Hmm?”
“Since it’s just us here, do you wanna draw on the whiteboard until your daddy comes and picks you up?”
“Reawy?! Yes peez!”
You hand Kokoro a marker and sit him on the rolling chair you have, locking it in place so it doesn't move much.
Not long after he starts, a woman with short black hair walks in, her head held high as she looks down her nose at you.
“Excuse me, I’m here to pick up my son.”
“Um, okay? What’s your name ma’am?”
“Kokoro, let’s go,” she ignores you.
Kokoro tries to jump off the chair but you stop him. “Ma’am, I need your name. I can’t just let you take him without knowing who you are first.”
“Did you not hear me? Kokoro is my son. Now give him to me.”
“As far as I know, you're some random woman who just walked in here and the only person who’s supposed to pick him up is his father.”
“Ugh, that deadbeat.”
You sigh. “In the case of multiple guardians, I have to refer to the planner for the names. Just give me a moment,” you recite the rules and check the book for Kokoro’s name. Beside it is Hitoshi’s name and that’s it. “You’re not in here, ma’am, I’ll have to call his father for confirmation.”
“Ugh, you bitch, just give me my son!”
You hold your hands up, tired of her antics. “I’m just following protocol. If you try to take him, I will call the police. There's no need for such foul language in front of the little one.”
The woman groans as you pick up the school phone and call Hitoshi.
He picks up on the first ring.
‘Hello? Did something happen to Kokoro?’
“No, he’s fine. I’m calling because a woman came here to pick him up and—“
‘What does she look like?’
“Uh,” you scan your annoying visitor. “Short wavy black hair, blue eyes, freckles.”
‘That bitch! I’ll be there soon.’
“Um, okay?” You look at the phone in confusion then put it down. “He’ll be here soon, you’re welcome to sit and wait.”
“Just give me my son and let me go!”
“If you start to get aggressive with me ma’am, I will call the police.”
Kokoro keeps drawing on the board, unbothered by what’s going on.
The woman sits on the only other adult sized chair in the corner, angrily texting on her phone.
‘Some people need to learn some manners,’ you think as you clean up some lingering toys.
Twenty minutes later, you smile at Hitoshi when he steps through the door in his hero costume.
“I’m here!” Hitoshi calls out. “Akibimi, you have some nerve showing up here.”
Looking at his figure, your face heats up as you notice his thick thighs and broad shoulders.
‘Holy shit hero parents are hot…’
“You’re the one who wants me to spend more time with Koko.”
“At least tell me first! I haven’t heard from you in a week.”
She waves dismissively. “I’ve been busy. Can I have him and go?”
“Too busy for our child?! Hell no!”
You awkwardly shuffle in place, pretending to write something in the planner but really you’re getting your tea.
“What do you mean no?!”
“You were gone for a week, no contact and no warning then all of a sudden you want to pop up for a sudden pick up! I don't think so. C’mon Koko, we’re going home.”
“Otay,” he giggles and hugs you as you help him down from the roller chair.  “Buh bye, Ms. L/n.”
“Bye Kokoro,” you wave.
Akibimi reaches out to grab him before getting her hand slapped away by you. “He said you're not picking him up. Please refrain from trying to touch the children,” you grit out professionally.
Akibimi scoffs and rolls her eyes before leaving. “Useless pointy eared freak. Waste of a teacher…” she grumbles.
Your ears flick in annoyance. “Goodbye ma’am, come back properly next time or don't come back at all.”
After Akibimi storms out, you look over at the whiteboard and smile when you see Kokoro's drawing.
It’s the best he can do as a four year old but it's you and him as purple and pink stick figures.
You take out your phone and take a picture of the drawing. ‘That’s adorable.’
“He likes drawing,” Hitoshi tells you.
“I noticed, he spent half the naptime doodling. Alright Mr. Shinsou, I’ll see you and Kokoro tomorrow.”
“Bye Miss. L/n!” Kokoro giggles.
“See you later,” he smiles, winking at you before picking up Kokoro and carrying him out of the school.
You put your hand on your chest, awed. “Bye.”
“Did you have a good time, Koko?” Hitoshi asks as he turns over his car engine.
“Miss L/n is so nice! I drawded on the board and she lubbed it!”
“Glad you had fun.”
“She also preeby. I likes her hair. It fluffy like Hana.”
Hitoshi chuckles at the comparison between your hair and his cat. “It’s pretty fluffy.”
“Also like Coco. She best teecha!”
“You really think so?”
“Ya! She used her quirk to show us bunnies!”
Hitoshi turns the corner to Aizawas agency. “Oh really? How?” 
“She make them glow from her hands and they were so cute. One of them hug me!”
“That's nice bud. We’re gonna hang out with grandpa for a bit.” Hitoshi tells him as he parks in front of the agency.
“No park?”
“If I get off early we can go.”
“Beat the bad guys, Daddy!”
“I’ll beat the evil paper man, I promise,” he chuckles.
*
The next day, Hitoshi brings Kokoro to school a little later than usual but just in time for you to meet him at the door.
“Good morning little Kokoro!”
“Sorry we're late, little guy wanted to dress himself and that was a whole thing,” Hitoshi explains.
“I big boy,” Kokoro says proudly.
“Yes you are,” you giggle. “You look very handsome, why don’t you go inside and show everyone your outfit?”
“Kay. Bye daddy, lub you.” He rushes inside.
Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “Can you not let Akibimi pick him up ever?”
“Oh, alright, I’ll put it down in the system.”
“Also can you add a couple of people?”
You open the notebook you’re holding. “Just give me their contacts and I will.”
“Thank you. So, how, um, how was your first day?” Hitoshi asks after giving you his fathers’ and sister's contacts.
“It was nice. The kids are cute and well behaved so I’m having a good time.”
“That’s good. Good.”
You shut the book. “I’ll be sure to tell the administrator your wife isn’t authorised to pick him up.”
“She’s not my wife. It’s sort of complicated,” he sighs.
“I’m so sorry,” you gasp before bowing, “Please forgive me for assuming.”
“It’s okay. Well, I should probably get to work, but I'm sure either I'll pick him or I’ll ask Eri to do it. Bye.”
“Goodbye.” When he’s out of sight, you groan at possibly messing up your chances. But at least you know he’s single.
Hitoshi sat on top of a building with Aizawa not too far behind. 
“Hitoshi are you alright? You can't afford to be distracted.”
“Right, sorry, I’m just thinking about Akibimi embarrassing me yesterday.”
“What happened?”
“She falls off the face of the earth for a week and suddenly she tries to pick up my son from daycare like she cares about him.”
Aizawa sips some of his coffee. “You should just file for sole custody.”
“She’d refuse out of spite. She's fucking vindictive and a bitch, Dad,” Hitoshi groans, pressing his hands into his eyes and laying on the rooftop. “I wish she would just leave me alone.”
Aizawa shrugs. “Shouldn't have stuck your dick in crazy.”
“Dad!”
“It’s true, I’m speaking from experience. How’s Kokoro’s new teacher by the way? You told me that old lady retired.”
“Yeah. Koko loves his new teacher. She swatted Akibimi’s hand away when she tried grabbing Koko yesterday.”
The older man nods approvingly and takes out his phone. “What’s her name? I’ll do some research on her.”
“Umm, L/n is all I know.”
Aizawa taps his phone a few times and scrolls through the database. “This her?”
Hitoshi looks at the small photo of your face, a small smile crossing his face. “Yeah.”
“Soooo, no criminal record, clean bill of health, master's in childhood education and hospitality. Seems legit enough.”
“She’s great with the kids. Kokoro loves her and she’s pretty cute.”
Aizawa gives her a weird look.
“What?”
“I’ve never heard you call anyone cute. Not even the leech. Hot, yes, but never cute.”
“Oh…”
“It's literally been two days, Hitoshi.”
“But she is! Ugh, I’m leaving.” He stands and throws the end of his scarf to wind around a nearby lamppost, swinging down to the street.
”At least it's not a loud blonde…” Aizawa chuckles.
Over the course of the next few days, the two of you warm up to each other a little more, Kokoro acting like a subtle tiny wingman.
Well, as subtle as a four year old could be.
Kokoro watched the two of you chat as he held onto Hitoshi’s hand at pick-up. 
After getting buckled into his car seat, he looked up at Hitoshi.
“Daddy?”
“Yes bud?”
“Do you like Miss L/n?”
Hitoshi freezes. “What do you mean?”
“Do you like her?”
“Of course I do, she’s nice. I like everyone who’s nice.”
“Uh uh.” Koko shakes his head. “Nooo, you like like her,” he giggles.
“I don't know about that,” Hitoshi chuckles nervously.
“I ask her to come to the park tomorrow?”
“Sure bud.”
He doesn’t expect Koko to actually ask you to come.
“Miss L/n, do you wanna go to the park with me and my daddy Friday?”
“Friday? Tomorrow?”
“You don’t have to,” Hitoshi says, nervously shuffling in place.
“Hmm, I'd love to, but we still have school and I have plans afterwards with my friends.”
“Oh…” Koko pouts.
“But, I can meet you on Saturday if your Daddy says yes. I'll bring my sister’s puppy.”
“Puppy?! Daddy, can we go? Peez?”
“Oh, um, sure,” Hitoshi stammers. “I’ll see you on Saturday. C’mon, you little troublemaker.” he scoops Koko up under his arm.
“But I do good, Daddy!”
In the car, Hitoshi has a mini panic attack. You and him alone at the park?! He needs a buffer.
He calls someone he finds annoying as fuck but he’s the only other person he knows that has a kid Koko’s age.
‘What?’ Katsuki growls into the phone.
“I need you to go to the park with me on Saturday.”
There’s a pause and the line goes dead.
Hitoshi dials another number.
‘Hello?’ a female voice fills the car. ‘Hi Shinsou.’
“Hi Iwa, are you busy this saturday?”
“Hai Auntie Bakugou!” Koko giggles when he hears the voice.
‘Hi sweetheart. Saturday? I don’t think so.”
“Koko asked his teacher to come with us to the park on Saturday and I kind of need a buffer.”
He hears shuffling in the background and a baby crying.
‘Yeah, sure. I’ll bring the kids and Mocha.”
“Bring Bakugou too,” Hitoshi tacks on mischievously.
‘Okay. See you then. Kat, we’re going to the park saturday.’
Hitoshi hangs up before Katsuki starts swearing. A minute later, he gets a call that’s a brief ‘fuck you’ which makes him smile to himself.
*
Saturday, he ignores Akibimi’s calls and texts all morning. They’re just her berating him for not letting her see Kokoro. Not that she really cares; she just wants to put up the appearance of a caring parent so the court won’t make Hitoshi stop paying child support.
Bitch.
His door opens and Kokoro rushes in, still wearing his Eraserhead pyjamas. “Daddy! Wakey up! We going to park with Miss L/n!” He smacks Hitoshi’s arm repeatedly.
“Koko, please stop hitting me,” Hitoshi chuckles, helping him into the bed. “You’re really excited for the park, huh?”
“Mhm, it’s fun! And miss L/n coming with a puppy.”
“I thought you liked kitties?” 
On cue, the siamese cat, Coco, hops onto the bed, making biscuits in the sheets.
“I like kitties and doggies,” Koko says matter of factly and pets Coco’s back. “And bunnies like da one from skool.”
Hitoshi pets his hair. “Mhm, let’s get ready then.”
They brush their teeth in the big bathroom mirror, Kokoro standing on the small purple stool to help him see.
Kokoro looks at Hitoshi while he shaves and takes some soap and rubs it on his chin, using the back of his toothbrush as a makeshift razor.
Hitoshi gives him a head pat. “Still a long way to go, bud.”
“I shaze like you Daddy,” Kokoro giggles.
After a bath, Hitoshi puts Kokoro in his favourite purple shirt and jeans, trying to comb his wild hair into a ponytail.
“You need a trim.”
“Nooooooo,” Koko whines.
“Yessss,” Hitoshi mocks him. “Just a little.”
“No!”
Hitoshi chuckles. “You’re just like Hana when she needs her nails cut.”
“I'm not a kitty, Daddy,” Koko pouts.
“Of course not, Koko. You’re my son and I love you. Now let's feed the cats, eat breakfast, then get going. We're gonna see Auntie Bakugou too.”
“Yay! I feeds Onnie?”
“If he comes down for food, yes.”
Kokoro squeals and runs into the living room looking for the coal-colored cat. “Onnie!” he giggles.
Onyx chitters from his perch and stretches before flopping over the edge of the cat tree and stretching towards Kokoro.
“Hi Onnie. You want bekfast?”
Onyx yawns and stands up, hopping onto Kokoro’s shoulder, meowing loudly.
“Daddy, I gets Onyx! Lookie!” he calls out as Hitoshi walks into the living room.
“I can see that, Koko. Give him his food so we can go, Auntie Bakugou is on her way.”
“Okie.”
Kokoro fills the three bowls up with dry cat food and picks up his mini backpack. “Bye kitties.”
“Don’t destroy the house,” Hitoshi adds and shuts the door. 
At the park, Katsuki is sitting with a baby in his lap when Hitoshi approaches.
“Hai Uncle Bakugou,” Kokoro greets. “Hai babee.”
Takahiro gurgles under the pacifier, pointing at Koko.
“Bakugou,” Hitoshi nods.
“I hate you for bringing me here.”
“You’re a saint. Where’s Iwa?”
Katsuki nods his chin towards the slides where Iwa is clapping as Yoko goes down the slide with Jasmine. A brown three legged labrador by her side.
“Can I go play?” Kokoro asks.
“Yeah, sure bud, go crazy,” Hitoshi drawls and sits next to Katsuki.
“So why the fuck did you make me come here?
Hitoshi pats his arm. “Sunshine is good for us.”
“Liar.”
“I’m meeting someone and we can't be alone with a kid, that’s weird.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and adjusts Hiro’s dribble bib. “Whatever.”
“You would go on a date with all three of your kids?”
“First of all, no, because I'm married. Second, they’re a package deal so obviously.”
“That doesn’t…okay.”
Katsuki looks towards the park entrance and raises a brow. “That is so much pink, even more than Pinky, what the hell?”
Hitoshi peeks out from behind Baku and feels his cheeks warm as he sees you walking over to them in a pink two piece holding a border collie puppy on a leash. You spot his hair and wave.
“Hi Mr. Shinsou! I brought the puppy! Isn't she adorable?”
You hold out a border collie puppy who's eagerly licking your face and squirming in your hold.
“Um, yeah, sure,” He says. “You look good. Like, really good?”
Way different from the oversized sweaters and dresses he saw you in during the school day.
“Thank you. I like to be comfy in the classroom and outside. Hi Mr. Bakugou, nice to see you again.” You shake Katsuki’s hand.
“Who are you again?”
“…your daughter's daycare teacher? Miss L/n?”
“Not ringing a bell.”
You think and remember the nickname Yoko gave you in class. “Miss Bunny.”
“Ohhhhh. Yeah, I remember. You look different outside those ugly ass sweaters.”
You smile tensely. “Thank you, sir. That means…something.”
Hitoshi facepalms.
Kokoro sees you and gasps. “Yoko, is Miss L/n!”
“Miss Bunny!”
You giggle as both toddlers tackle your thighs.
“Hello, babies. Ooh, both of you look so nice today,” you coo.
“Thank yew!” they giggle.
You squat and show them the puppy. “This is Cocoa Puff. She’s my sister's dog. Touch her very gently.”
The toddlers carefully pat her coat and head, giggling when she licks their hands.
“She likes to run around so you can play with her a little, but hold the leash.” you give Kokoro the leash.
“Lessgo!” He tells Yoko and follows the pup towards the sandbox. Katsuki stands, adjusting Hiro. “I’ll go watch em.”
“Thank you,” You smile and sit next to Hitoshi. “Hello again Mr. Shinsou.”
“You can just call me Shinsou.”
“Alright, well how are you?” you ask, stretching and slightly unzipping the top of your sweatsuit. “Sorry, it was cooler when I put this on.”
“Don’t…don’t worry about that,” he stammers. “It’s fine.”
“So how was your week? We don’t really talk about it after school.”
“Nothing special. Stopped a couple robberies and petty thefts, did paperwork, and spent time with my little menace and his trio of sidekicks.”
You nod approvingly. “Sounds interesting. He always mentions how busy you are so it’s nice to hear you’re spending time with him.”
“I’m trying my best.”
“I can imagine. It can’t be easy. A lot of the other parents hire nannies and caretakers. I think I've only seen three actual parents this week: you and the Bakugou’s.” You watch Katsuki hold the baby to the dog to pet.
Hitoshi rubs his chin, subtly checking you out. “So do you have any kids of your own?”
“Not yet, unfortunately. Hopefully in the near future.” You give him a brief smile.
“What’s your boyfriend got to say about it? Or girlfriend, I don't judge.”
You snort. “Boyfriend? I haven’t had one in two years. Or a girlfriend.”
“That's a shame…” He hums. “A damn shame.”
“Why?”
“You’re too pretty to be single.”
You get caught off guard at the compliment. “I—um, thank you?”
“You’re welcome. So, what made you wanna work with kids?”
“I just love kids. They’re so cute and interesting. I put out my resumé for a new job and got a call from Kurume saying they wanted to hire me, which was really confusing and I had to sign a lot of paperwork.”
“Figures considering you're taking care of and teaching a bunch of heros’ babies.”
You shrug nonchalantly. “It also means I’m being monitored all the time to make sure I don’t ‘leak secrets’. It’s crazy. But anything for the kids.”
Yoko tugs Jasmine towards you. “Miss L/n, show sissy the bunnies, peez.”
You hold your hands palm up and they light up, a white hologram bunny appearing in your palms. It twitches its nose, hopping onto the grass and bouncing away for the girls to chase.
“That’s a cool quirk,” Hitoshi says. “Perfect for kids.”
You rub your hands on your pants. “It comes in handy with keeping them distracted when I need to work.”
Hitoshi stretches his arms over his head. He stands up and puts his hand in his jean pockets before reaching out to you.“Need to stretch my legs. Shall we?”
“Oh, okay.” You stand and dust the back of your pants, taking his hand. 
Hitoshi checks on Kokoro sitting in the sandbox petting Cocoa Puff. “You alright buddy?”
“Yah, the puppy likes me!” He calls back.
“That’s good, just be careful.”
You giggle softly as Cocoa Puff licks his face, her tail wagging eagerly.
“Don't wander off. Stay near Auntie Bakugou, alright?”
“I be good, Daddy!”
“Good.” He starts walking ahead, making you jog a little to catch up.
“Your legs are longer than mine,” you chuckle, matching his pace. “Shinsou slow down!”
“Sorry forgot how small and cute you are,”
“I’m not small.”
Hitoshi leans forward, bending at the waist and grins. “Small.” 
You huff and fold your arms, walking ahead of him in faux annoyance.
“Wait, wait, I’m sorry.” He teases, catching up to you. “You’re not small. As much as I love watching you leave, I don’t want you mad at me.”
You turn and gasp in surprise. “Excuse me? Are you some kind of pervert Mr. Shinsou?”
“No! What, no, I just was trying to—”
You start laughing. “Relax. It’s fine, thank you for the vague compliment. You’re not bad looking either.”
He relaxes. “Thanks.”
Both of you walk a little further, Hitoshi waving at a few fans.
“Must be nice being a hero,” you comment.
“It's exhausting and dangerous,” Hitoshi admits. “But I’ve wanted to do it for as long as I can remember but I was kind of held back because of my quirk.”
“Mind Control, right? I think your quirk is pretty cool because it’s a part of who you are.”
“And yes I know, it’s a villain's quirk blah blah, whatever,” he scoffs.
“Well if you think about it any quirk could be a villain’s quirk.” You shrug. “And if Kokoro hears you talking about it like that, how would he feel?”
“...he’d probably hit me and say that my quirk is amazing because I'm the best.”
“Yeah, and also if he inherits it, he might say that about himself.”
“Hm, you’re right.”
“I know,” you smile.
The two of you walk the short path back to the sandbox. Cocoa Puff yips and rushes to you, hopping on her back legs. Mocha comes over and sniffs her butt, trying to get her to play some more.
You giggle and pet them both before the dogs run off to play in the grass.
The hologram bunny hops back to you and poofs.
“Where bunny go?” Yoko whines.
“Sorry, sweetie, it’s time was up,” you tell her, putting your hands on your knees to get to her level. “But you can pet it on Monday.”
“Okie, Miss Bunny.”
Iwa comes over, gently pinching Yoko’s cheek. “Go ask daddy to get you and Jazzy ice cream.”
“Okie!” She toddles off to Katsuki who's sitting on the bench with Jasmine.
“Hi daddy,” Koko giggles as Hitoshi ruffles his hair.
“Hi buddy.”
Iwa holds her hand out. “So nice to see you outside of school, I love your outfit.”
“Oh god, that means so much from you, you’re just so cool,” you laugh loud and awkwardly and shake her hand. “I’m sorry, that was weird.”
“It’s alright,” she giggles. “This is Takahiro, our third, also known as Popsicle. Say hi, baby.” She bounces the little boy on her hip.
Takahiro gurgles softly and makes a grabbing motion at you.
“Hi little one. Maybe in a few years, I’ll be teaching your cute self,” you smile and boop his button nose.
Takahiro squeals and kicks his little feet making you and Iwa ‘aww’.
“So cute,” you swoon.
Hitoshi checks his watch and sucks in air through his teeth. “Better get home for lunch, buddy.”
“Noooo!” Kokoro whines. “Can’t we stay longer with the puppy?”
“You’ll get hangry, bud.”
“Miss L/n, do you wanna come our house for lunch?” Kokoro asks eagerly.
“I don't have any plans besides getting Cocoa Puff back home.”
“Well, after you do that, do you want to come over?”
“I’d love that. But wait, how am I supposed to know if you’re home?”
Hitoshi takes his phone, unlocks it and hands it to you. His screensaver is a photo of him with Kokoro and their three cats. “Add your number, so we can keep each other updated.”
You smile at him and hand him your phone so he can do the same. “Here. Type yours too,” you ask. “So I have you saved when you text me.”
He gives you back your phone. “I’ll send you the address.”
You get Cocoa Puff back and say your goodbyes, making your way back to the entrance.
“Miss L/n is double cheeked up,” Iwa says out of nowhere.
Hitoshi gives her a confused look. “Why would you say that?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “It’s true. On a Saturday morning, Jesus.”
“Daddy, what does cheeked up mean?” Kokoro asks.
“Never say that ever,” Hitoshi tells him. “It’s grown up stuff.”
“Oh okie. I go play with Yoko.” He runs off to the other toddlers.
Iwa snickers when Hitoshi glares, bouncing her baby. “So when are you gonna ask her out on an actual date?”
“I don’t know, we’ll see. She makes me a little nervous,” Hitoshi confesses.
“What? Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected? You’ve definitely got a thing for her.”
“Eyebags has never been cool,” Katsuki calls out from the bench.
Hitoshi flips him off. “Divorce him.”
Iwa chortles. “No thanks, he’d probably die if I even thought about it. Good luck with her though, all the best. This little munchkin has nap time soon.” She smooches Hiro’s nose.
“Buh,” he gurgles softly and pats her face.
*
After screaming in your car for a few minutes, you get out and fix your shirt. “Oh god, should I close it?” You wonder out loud, zipping it a little as you walk up to the gorgeous apartment complex.
Ringing the button that says ‘Shinsou H.’, you shuffle nervously on your feet, fiddling with your pant’s hem. You never thought you’d be having lunch at a pro hero’s house, ever.
The door buzzes, unlocking it and you make your way inside, to the elevator, pressing the button for the second to last floor.
Walking up to the last door at the end of the hall, you ring the doorbell, adjusting your shirt for the umpteenth time.
‘She here!’
You fight back a giggle when you hear Kokoro’s voice cheer from behind the door. It opens and a fuzzy black ball rushes through the crack between your legs.
“Oh no! Onnie!” Kokoro cries, chasing the kitty down the hall.
“I’ve got him!” you snicker making a laser dot machine for him to chase back inside their apartment.
Onyx's eyes widen as he chases the dot inside.
“Wowee, so cool,” Koko marvels, hugging your legs. “I happy you here.”
“Aw, thank you. Let’s go inside before your kitty escapes again.”
He holds your hand, tugging you inside the beautiful yet simple apartment. “Daddy in the bathroom but I show you my kitties.”
He leads you to a huge cat tree with a Siamese cat napping lazily on the platform. “Das Coco. She prebby.”
“Very pretty.” You scratch her head and smile when she opens her eyes before closing them and purring.
A big fuzzy grey and brown long haired cat trots over to you and Kokoro, before rubbing himself along the toddler's leg and meowing at him.
“Dis Hana, she big. Daddy say not to give ha snackies anymore but I give her some. Don’t tell daddy.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” you promise, patting his head and crouching to pet the chonky cat. “You have a lot of kitties.”
“Daddy likes kitties,” Kokoro says. “Mean lady doesn’t though, she think they stinky.”
“Mean lady?”
“Mommy. She mean to daddy sometimes.”
You hum, a little worried. “I’m sure she loves you very much.”
He decides to quietly pet Hana, not wanting to talk anymore about his mom.
Hitoshi steps in before stopping when he notices the awkward tension. “Hey L/n. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything is fine. Kokoro was just showing me your cats. They’re very cute,” you deflect.
“Oh the cats, yeah they’re all foster fails. Koko found them too cute to let go and I get to clean up hairballs every other day,” he says with faux enthusiasm. Hitoshi playfully rolls his eyes before giving a soft smile to Onyx as he jumps on his back and climbs up until he loafs on his shoulders, nuzzling his face into Hitoshi’s, softly licking his cheek.
“Okay furball, you need to get down while I make lunch.”
‘Meow’ Onyx meows and jumps down, trotting towards the main bedroom.
“Wow! Did you train him?” You marvel.
“Totally by accident. He’s a smart cat.”
“Teach me to do that for Cocoa Puff! Please?”
“If your sister’s fine with it, sure. Do you want something to drink?”
“Umm, water is fine. Do you need help with lunch?”
Hitoshi glances at the open floor kitchen. “I don’t think so, I’m just making western lasagna cause Ko has a craving.”
“I love lasagna,” You chirp. “It’s one of my favourite western foods.”
“Lazagna!” Kokoro giggles.
“Close, Kokoro. Luh-ZAHN-yuh.”
“Luh-ZAH-nya? Lasagna!”
You give him a tiny applause. “Good job, you get a star.” You poke his chest and pretend to give him a gold star.
“Yay!”
You giggle softly as he hugs you.
“You the best teecha evah!”
“I don't know about that but thank you.”
“No, you best teecha!”
“Kokoro…”
“Peez say dat.”
“I’m the best teacher ever.”
Kokoro squeals and hugs you again. “Yay!”
“So lasagna?” Hitoshi chuckles as he watches you get motivated by a four year old.
“Yah!”
“Are you gonna hand make noodles or are you using the ones you boil first?”
“I usually just use the boxed ones.”
You follow him to the kitchen, admiring the appliances. “Your kitchen is bigger than my apartment.”
Hitoshi chuckles and starts gathering ingredients. “I thought hero school would pay big money.”
“I just started. I don’t get paid until the end of the month so I can neither verify nor deny those claims.”
Hitoshi chuckles and grabs the box of lasagna noodles.
“Can you get the biggest pot we can boil the water in? They should be behind you in the cabinet.”
You bend down and open the cabinet, looking for the pot. “I can’t see it, they’re all small.”
“They’re in there, just keep looking, yeah,” he mutters, looking at your ass.
You find it in the back of the cabinet, tugging it free. “Got it.”
“Yay,” he chuckles before reaching into the basket on the floor with a green scribble drawing stapled onto it for two onions, garlic and ginger. “hope you know how to cook and not bullshitting,” he jokes.
“I'd say I'm moderately decent,” you shoot back and take a knife from the chopping block. “I haven’t killed anyone yet so that’s successful.”
“Uh oh.”
“Watch it, I’m still the one with a knife, Mr. Shinsou.” You make a lazy circle with said knife.
He glances at the knife. “You know I could easily take that from you.”
“I’d like to see you—”
Before you notice the knife is out of your hand and he’s holding it. “Wha—how did you do that?!”
He turns it in his hand. “I’m a hero, this is basic stuff.”
“Hmph, show off,” you mutter and take another knife to start cutting the ingredients.
As you’re stirring the sauce, Kokoro comes over and pulls your pant leg. “What you doing?”
“I’m making the sauce, do you wanna taste it?”
“Yes peez!”
Hitoshi watches you dip a teaspoon in the sauce and blow on it to cool it down before giving it to Koko to try. “How is it?”
“S’good. Hot,” he smacks his lips together. “Like when Uncle Bakugou give me food.”
“He means spicy,” Hitoshi helps, dropping the pasta in the water.
“Uh oh, sorry, sweetie, I'll try and fix it. Why don’t you stay here and ‘supervise’?”
“What that?”
“It means you’ll watch and make sure I'm doing a good job, like a teacher,” you explain.
“I teecha now?!” Kokoro gasps. “Wike you?!”
“Just for today,” you giggle and lift him to sit on the counter. “Now you can see me better.”
Kokoro giggles as you boop his nose.
The doorbell draws Hitoshi’s attention. “Weird, maybe it’s my sister. Or some hero trying to sign me up for a building project.”
He wipes his hands and goes to open the door, already annoyed when he sees who it is.
“You haven’t been answering my texts, Hitoshi,” Akibimi sneers. “Why?”
“Then call me or something. Why do you keep popping up? How did you even get in?”
“The keycard you gave me, obviously,” she scoffs and pushes her way in. “Where’s Koko?”
“That was back when—okay guess we're just barging in.
“Uh oh,” Koko mutters. “Mean lady is here.”
“Huh? Oh…” you mutter when you look at Akibimi as she storms up to the kitchen.
“Hitoshi, who is this?”
“Kokoro’s teacher, idiot.”
You roll your eyes. “You saw me like a week ago…”
She gives you a once over. “And why is she here? Are you fucking the teacher?”
“Watch your mouth around Koko!” Hitoshi snaps.
You help the toddler down on the ground. “Why don’t you go to your room, Koko? Grown up stuff is happening.”
“Mm,” he nods and runs off, closing his door when the cats follow him inside.
“Okay, why don’t we all relax,” you say calmly, trying to mediate before flinching when Akibimi’s finger is shoved in your face before she pokes your chest. “I don't need some pointy eared, useless cheap job having, harlot try to tell me to relax.”
You smack her hand away. “Ma’am, we are not on school grounds so I don't have to be professional. I will defend myself if I have to. And my job isn’t cheap. I’m not fucking your baby daddy either. So relax.”
‘Not yet, hopefully,’ Hitoshi thinks. “Why are you even here, Akibimi?”
“To see my son.”
“That you barely raised?”
“Ugh, where is he?”
“Hiding from you.”
“You corrupted him, I just know you turned him against me.”
“I don’t even talk about you! Get out or I'll call the cops!”
She scoffs. “You’re required by law to let me see my son.”
“I am the law!”
“Maybe I should just go,” You speak up.
“No! Wait,” Hitoshi shouts, startling you. “She’ll be gone soon.”
“Okay, I’ll just check the stew then.” you pick up the ladle and continue stirring.
“Leave Akibimi. Now.”
She huffs. “I’ll see you in court, Toshi.” she gives you one last stink eye and strides out of the apartment.
“Never call me that!” he calls out before closing the door after her and groaning.
He looks over at you and feels guilt crawling its way up his spine. “I’m sorry you had to see that…”
“I’m sorry Kokoro’s mother is such a bitch,” you snicker. “But that is none of my business.”
“She wasn't like that when we met and honestly despite giving me Kokoro I wish she'd just get out of my life completely. She doesn't even care about him honestly.”
You nod understandingly. “One of the moms at the school I used to teach at had a similar problem. Her baby daddy was a nightmare. Even the kids didn’t want him to pick them up. Poor woman was always stressed out. She signed for sole custody eventually but it was long overdue.”
“Well, I’m glad she got what she deserved. If I tried, she’d refuse to sign out of hate and spite.”
“Can’t heroes cheat the system?”
He leans his hip on the island. “We can but I’d rather not go through the trouble.”
“I think you should check on Koko, he was really nervous when she came in.”
“Right, I’ll be right back.”
You shoot him a quick smile as he leaves. 
Hitoshi knocks on Kokoro’s door. “Buddy, are you okay? I’m coming in.”
He opens the door and sees Koko sitting on his bed with the cats, cuddling them with his Eraserhead stuffed toy.
“Oh, Koko,” he sighs, walking over and sitting on the edge. “ Are you okay?”
“I hear what you and mean lady say. What's a court?”
“Don’t worry about it, bud. She’s just being mean again. I love you more than anything, you know that right?”
“Uh huh. I lub you too, daddy.”
“And I’ll never let anything happen to you either.”
“Daddy keep me safe cuz you the best hewo!” Koko smiles as he hugs Hitoshi’s stomach.
Hitoshi kisses the top of his head. “Thanks, Koko.”
“Is Miss L/n still here?”
“Yeah, she’s making the lasagna.”
Koko fiddles with Hana’s tail. “I like her, she keep me safe when mean lady comes.”
“Yeah, she’s really nice,” Hitoshi smiles. “Let’s go see her.”
Lunch goes on without another hitch despite the awkward encounter earlier. Kokoro rambles on about his favourite things and you listen the whole time, wiping his mouth free from tomato sauce.
“This the best lasagna ever,” he giggles.
“You say that all the time, Ko,” Hitoshi snickers.
“Yah, but bettah cause Ms. L/n here!”
“Aw, I feel so honoured,” you smile.
After lunch, you help clean up and have to leave.
“Thank you so much for having me, I had a good time,” You grin at Hitoshi.
“Me too,” he nods. “Thanks for coming.”
You crouch to meet Kokoro’s eyes. “I’ll see you Monday, sweetie.”
“Yah! I see you den!” he goes in for a hug which you gladly give him. Giving him a light and comforting squeeze.
“Bye, Koko. Be good for your daddy.”
“I be best boy!”
“I’m sure you will. Bye Shinsou.”
Hitoshi looks at you as your arms are outstretched. Going in for the hug, he blushes a little when he gets pulled down, his face resting on your shoulder. Your warm vanilla and cocoa butter smell fills his nose and gives him a little comfort.
He straightens up a little, forcing you onto your toes and to let go.
“See you Monday,” you giggle, looking up at him before waving at Koko and the cats before walking down the hall towards the elevator.
“Yeah, Monday,” he says quietly and shuts the door.
“You like her!” Koko giggles.
“Get over here you little troublemaker!” he growls playfully as Koko squeals and runs away.
Later that night, Hitoshi tucks Kokoro into bed and does a little research on how he could get full custody of Kokoro without needing Akibimi’s interference.
He prints out a few papers, takes a shower and crawls into bed. The shirt he was wearing is laying beside him, forgotten to be thrown in the laundry basket.
He picks it up, balls it up to throw and pauses when he smells the vanilla scent lingering on it.
‘See you Monday.’
Fuck. 
Hitoshi feels his stomach drop as the speed of the blood flow rushing to his boxers could have made him dizzy. He groaned softly as he inhales the scent, vanilla and what he thinks is cocoa butter filling his nostrils. You smelled like nirvana to him. It drove him wild. Softly palming himself, he held the shirt to his nose as he imagined you next to him, resting on his chest, your hands trailing down his shirtless chest until they ghosted along the hem of his boxers before slipping beneath them and gripping his dick. Hitoshi softly stroked himself as he thought of you mimicking the motions before tugging them down.
“Shit, just like that, L/n…fuck,” he groans as he grips the shirt closer to his face and moving his fist faster.  It doesn’t take long for him to finish in his cupped hand, mildly embarrassed of finishing so fast.
Hitoshi sighed loudly as he took the shirt off his face. “Goddammit…”
*
April goes by fast, before Hitoshi realises it’s May then late June. Time to bust out the summer suits. Which for Hitoshi is just shorter sleeves and lighter materials for his hero outfit. 
“Is hooooottttt,” Kokoro whines in the backseat during the drive to school.
Hitoshi cranks up the AC. “Sorry buddy, looks like a heatwave.”
“Ughhhh.”
“We’re almost at your school. Then you can see all your little friends and your favourite teacher.”
“Is still hot, daddy,” Koko pouts.
All the students are feeling the heat in the classroom. You open the windows and turn the AC up to offer them some comfort.
“Miss L/n!” Koko chirps when he reaches you. “Hai!”
“Hi sweetie, how are you?”
“Fine. You still coming to lunch tomorrow?”
“Of course, go inside and take off your shoes.”  You fan yourself with your hand. “This heat, oh my god.”
“I could get Shouto to freeze the place,” Hitoshi teases.
“That would be amazing.”
He eyes your curves in the yellow halter neck sundress. “Nice dress.”
You smooth the front down. “Thank you, thankfully the dress code isn’t that strict and the front is covered up by my apron anyway. Your suit is different.”
He flexes his bicep. “Summer suit, it’s too hot for the old one and it gives me more mobility.”
“I like it, you look hot.”
He’s still not sure if your passing comments are flirtatious or you’re just being cheeky. He’s emotionally constipated.
“Thanks…I think.”
You glance inside the classroom at the kids getting ready for class.
“A little birdie told me your ‘bday’ is in three days.”
‘Kokoro,’ Hitoshi thinks, internally facepalming. “Yeah…it’s on Saturday.” 
“Fun. So what’s the plan? What’s the big age?”
“Umm, I don't really do anything. My dads get me a cat themed cake and I do some paperwork. I’m turning thirty-three. God, I’m getting old.”
“Boooo,” you say playfully. “You’re making me scared to turn thirty.”
‘She’s not thirty yet?!’ Hitoshi thinks.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-nine, why?”
‘Oh thank god,” he inwardly sighs in relief. “Just asking. I should get going, see ya.”
“Bye,” you wave and watch him walk out the door before walking into the classroom.
Saturday comes around quickly and Kokoro somehow managed to convince Hitoshi to have a beach day for his birthday because of the heat.
With Miss L/n of course.
“Gandpas!” Kokoro squeals when Hitoshi opens the door for Shouta and Hizashi.
“Hi Koko!” Hizashi grins, hugging the little boy. “How’s my special little listener?”
“Fine. We going to the beach!”
Shouta kisses his cheek. “We know, we’re going too. Happy Birthday Toshi.” 
Hitoshi collects the black cat shaped card with ‘another year older, another year wiser’ on the inside. “Thanks, dad. Didn’t think I’d make it this far to be honest.”
“Well, I'm glad you’re here.” 
“Daddy, lessgoooooo,” Kokoro whines and tugs Hitoshi’s shorts. “We go to beach!”
“Is miss l/n gonna be there~?” Hizashi nudges Hitoshi but Koko answers.
“Yah! Said she would love to.”
Shouta chuckles, “Well then let's get going. We shouldn’t keep her waiting. Eri will meet us there.”
“I don’t even know if she’s on her way,” Hitoshi says and checks his texts. He missed one from you saying you’re on your way sent five minutes ago. “Dammit, let’s go.”
“No bad word Daddy!” Koko calls out, pointing up at Hitoshi.
“Damn is not a bad word, Koko.”
“Can I says it then?”
“No.”
The toddler stares up at him, plotting. “Dammit.”
“I should’ve expected that.”
Hitoshi looks at his dads who are both struggling to hold their laughter. “Dad, it’s not funny.”
“Its kinda funny,” Hizashi snickers.
“Lets just go.”
“Yay!” Koko cheers.
*
The sun blared down on the four as the salty sea air filled their noses. 
Shouta and Hitoshi hide underneath the big black umbrella to avoid the sun while Hizashi and Kokoro build sandcastles.
“It’s ridiculously hot,” Shouta complains, reapplying sunscreen on his arms. 
“Yeah, but at least we got part of the beach to ourselves and Koko’s having fun.”
Shouta hums in agreement. “But how're you feeling lately?”
“I’m managing. Akibimi’s been a giant pain in my ass lately. But I'm doing some research to try and get Kokoro under full custody. I might have to cheat the system and talk to Bakugou.”
“Bakugou?”
“In case I might have to do some back alley stuff. He’s a sucker for kid stuff and I'm using it to my advantage.”
“Oh, right.” Shouta looks at Kokoro putting a small flag on the sandcastle. “Normally I’d be against it but I hate her too.”
“Thanks dad. I'll talk to him if those forms I found don't work out.”
“Daddy! Look what Gandpa Zashi and I do!”
Hitoshi looks at the mountain of sand and chuckles. “Good job bud. Maybe you could bury Gandpa Zashi in the sand next,” Hitoshi says with a grin as Hizashi’s eyes widen.
“Yah!” Kokoro giggles.
His phone pings and he sees a text from you.
Ms.L/n
>>Wya?
Me
<<by that little bodega thingy idk what it’s called
Ms L/n
>>i think icu 
>>walking over from the entrance rn can you c me???
>>wearing green dress
Hitoshi looks up towards the entrance and sees a blob of green walking beside an energetic blob of blue.
You get closer and he sees you're holding a little girl in a pink tutu swimsuit and a beach bag.
“Hey,” you smile and step in the umbrella shade.
“Hai!” the cream hair colored boy says.
“This is my nephew, Nico,” you introduce. “And Amelie, my niece. They wanted to come to the beach too.”
Amelie waves her chubby arm and giggles when she sees Eraserhead. “Eye!”
“Hello,” Shouta nods.
Koko looks up from the half buried Hizashi and gasps. “Miss L/n here!”
“Lil listener? Kokoro, wait, come back!” Hizashi calls the fleeing toddler.
Kokoro runs up to you, grabbing your hand. “Miss L/n, come see my castle.”
“Why don’t you show Nico, he likes castles too.” You pat your nephew's locs. “Nico, this is Kokoro.”
Nico waves softly. “Hi.”
“Hi! Come see my castle!”
“Okay!”
They run back to Hizashi, kneeling in the sand.
You sit next to Hitoshi on the beach mat, letting Amelie sit between your legs as you put her pink bucket hat on. “Ami, this is Shinsou, say hi Shinsou.”
“Eye!”
“Eye?” Hitoshi chuckles, waving at the baby.
“That's how she says hi,” you giggle. “It's sweet.” You dig through your bag and take out a cat keychain. “Happy Birthday. I saw this and thought of you.”
He takes the small gift. “A cat, you know me so well. Thank you.”
You smile as Amelie pats your thighs. “You’re welcome. So how’s your day going?” You get one of the small blue buckets and spade from the beach bag for Amelie to play with in the sand.
“Pretty good. Koko got Onyx to yell a ‘birthday message’ for me during breakfast. Then he and the cats followed me around all morning. Normal things. I barely get time off so he likes me being home.”
You giggled at the thought of a ‘birthday message’. “That’s pretty cute.”
Amelie pushes herself up off your thighs, turns around and hugs your neck. “Ahtie!” she giggles, bouncing slightly.
“Thank you, sweetie,” you laugh and hug her back.
Pulling away, Amelie doesn't let go until she looks at Hitoshi and waddles in his direction, tripping over the mat.
“Uh oh,” you coo and help her back up.
“Bah!”
“You’re welcome.”
She changes her goal and walks up to Shouta, staring at him.
“What?” he asks.
She decides his hair is the most important thing ever and reaches for it, trying to tug the loose strands.
Shouta moves his head away. “Sorry, kid, you can't play with that.”
“Bahbah!” she replies and hits him with the spade.
“She wants to play,” You tell him.
Shouta chuckles and sits up more before stretching. Placing her in his lap, he pokes her little stomach, a small smile on his face when she giggles. She babbles quietly and starts trying to dig the mat.
“She’s cute,” Hitoshi comments.
You lean back on your hands and sigh. “She is.” Nico and Kokoro’s giggling catches your attention, watching them pour more sand on Hizashi. “Have you ever thought of giving Kokoro a little sibling?”
Hitoshi cringes and barks out a laugh. “No. Not with his mom anyway.”
“She’s that bad, huh?”
“Yup,” Shouta and Hitoshi reply.
“Oh wow. My bad,” you chuckle. “Hopefully you find the right person.”
“Or stay single forever,” Hitoshi mumbles and Shouts elbows him in the side. “Ow, what?”
Shouta leans in and drops his voice. “You cannot read hints. You're worse than me. It’s ridiculous.”
“What are you talking about?”
“When I hear about you finally dating her, you'll figure it out.”
“Why are you being so vague?”
Shouta sighs and focuses on the little girl.
You stand and dust the back of your dress off. “I’m gonna go get some drinks, do you want anything?”
“A Cola? And an orange juice for Koko?”
“Okay, How about you, Mr. Eraserhead?”
“I’m good and please call me Aizawa. Mr. Eraserhead makes me feel old.”
“Alright, sir.” you giggle. “I’ll be back soon.”
Amelie toddles after you, taking a step on the hot sand and running back towards Shinsou. “Owie! Ahtie!”
You pick her up, rubbing her foot. “You’ve gotta be more careful, Ami. Let’s go, I’ll get you ice cream.”
“Yay!”
You giggle and grab your wallet from the beach bag and walk across the sand to the mini bar.
Hizashi finally frees himself from the sand trap and chases the boys back to the shade.
Kokoro holds Nico’s hand. “Daddy. Nico my new fwen. This my daddy, he a hewo.”
“Woah! You Daddy MineJack! You so cool!”
“Thanks kid,” Hitoshi smiles.
“Where my teetee and baby sissy?” Nico asks, looking for you. 
“She went to get drinks. She’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.”
Koko takes him to the other side of the mat to play with some of his toys.
Walking by Aizawa, Nico stares down at him as Aizawa opens his eye, feeling the toddler’s gaze.
“Um, hi?”
“Hai Erasew! My mommy say you a Diwf.”
“A what?”
“Diwf. She says it when you on the telly. Dunno what it mean tho,” Nico says then goes back to playing with Kokoro.
Hizashi looks at Shouta before cackling and falling into his side as he sits beside him.
“Looks like you got a fan, Sho,” Hizashi wheezes.
Shouta shrugs. “Honestly, it’s not the worst thing I’ve heard. I appreciate the compliment.”
Hizashi nudges Hitoshi. “One day you’ll get there, son.”
“I’d rather not.”
“What if miss l/n says it~?”
“Get off my dick please.”
“To make room for—”
“Kokoro, why don’t we go swim a little?”
Kokoro shakes his head. “I playing with Nico. Nico my fwen.”
“Why don’t you go help Miss L/n with the drinks?” Shouta suggests.
“Wanna play ganpa.”
“Then you should go, Hitoshi.”
Hitoshi looks up from his spot and groans, “It’s too hot.”
“You are thirty-three, stop whining and put on your shoes.”
Hitoshi has a mini tantrum and stands up, putting on his slippers and venturing out into the hot sun. “I hate this.”
Once he gets to the mini-bar, he sees Amelie’s pink suit and you holding a strawberry-flavoured chucyfru for her to eat.
He puts his hand on your lower back, startling you. “Oh gosh, you scared me.”
“Sorry. Do you need help carrying anything?”
“Oh yes.” You touch his chest absentmindedly. “That would be amazing.”
“Great, I’ll carry the drinks and you can carry the icees and this little one.”
Amelie giggles as Hitoshi pokes her stomach.
Hitoshi picks up the drinks, putting the icee in your hands.
“Such a gentleman,” you chuckle.
Amelie sucks on the icee absentmindedly staring at you and Hitoshi as you walk down the beach. A piece of the popsicle drops onto you. “Ami! That’s cold!”
She giggles at your tone, putting her cold hand on your face.
“No.” You move your head away. “Cold. Ugh, I can feel it between my boobs,” you shiver.
“Do you wanna go back and get napkins from the minibar?”
“We’re halfway there, I’ll just wash it off in the ocean.”
“Smart.”
Once you get back into the shade, you sit next to Hitoshi as Amelie wanders around between you and waddles into Hizashi’s lap. Opting to sit down, she stares up at him and  giggles when she sees his sunglasses and tries to grab them.
“Well, hi there, mini listener. You like my glasses?”
Amelie giggles and makes grabby hands for them.
Hizashi chuckles and takes them off, putting them on her face and smiling when she squeals. “Aww, that’s adorable.”
Kokoro sits next to you, eating the green icee. “Miss L/n?”
“Hm?”
“What’s a diwf?”
“I’m sorry, a what?”
“Diwf?” he repeats.
You analyse what he said and start laughing. “Where did you hear that?”
“Nico say his mommy calls ganpa that.”
You laugh harder, leaning on Hitoshi who’s covering his face in embarrassment. You compose yourself, wiping a tear away. “It’s just a handsome dad, Koko.”
“So Daddy’s a diwf!” Kokoro announces.
“Koko, never call me that or I’ll take away the kitties.”
“Not da kitties!”
You and Hizashi start cackling as Aizawa lets out a chuckle.
Kokoro pats your arm. “Is it a bad word? Cause I don’t want my kitties took away.”
You ruffle his messy hair. “Kind of, just don’t say it around people.”
“But daddy is a diwf, right?” He looks at you expectantly.
“Your dad is handsome, yes.”
“So he is a diwf!”
“Sure, let’s say he is,” you giggle.
Hitoshi’s face turns pink as he wishes the sand would just sink in on him. “Koko. Please, bury me in sand.”
“Okie!” Koko giggles.
“No, no, leave him be, little listener. Why don’t you go swimming, son?” Hizashi offers.
“Fine.”
“Yah! I swims with Daddy!”
“Teetee, can I gos too?” Nico asks.
“Of course. I’ll go with you.”
“Ahtie!” Amelie whines as you start to stand, reaching for you.
“You wanna swim, bubba?”
“Sweem,” she agrees. Hizashi takes his glasses back and helps her on her feet so she can hold your hand.
“Lemme put on your shoes.” You squat down and put her little sandals on, gently pinching her toes. “All done.”
Amelie claps her hands and holds onto your thigh and you take off the net dress, revealing your bikini.
“Ahtie sweem!” she giggles as you pick her up.
“Time to swim,” you say excitedly and bounce her.
Walking with Hitoshi and the three kids you boop Amelie’s nose and giggle when she pats your face, attempting to copy you. “You are sooooo cute,” you coo.
Nico and Kokoro run up to the waters edge before squealing when the waves crash along their feet.
“Ahtie sweem!” 
You put her down and hold her arms above her head as you watch the water rush up to her calves. She squeals and wiggles in your hold before Nico runs over and holds her hand. “Sissy come play!” he grins as he wades a little deeper, the water getting to Amelie’s waist level.
“Not too deep, Nico! Stay where we can see you!”
Nico nods his head and giggles when Koko splashes him with some water.
You smile at them before gasping when your back gets splashed with the cold water. You turn around and see Hitoshi chuckling softly at your surprised look.
“Shinsou!” you gasp.
“It wasn’t me, blame the ocean,” he snickers.
You playfully glare at him before splashing him back.
“Did you just—”
“Don’t blame me, it was the ocean,” you mock playfully.
It turns into a splashing match, until some goes in your hair and you call it quits.
“My braids are gonna have sand in them,” you whine.
“Uh oh, if you want I could help with that.”
“Umm, I don’t think so,” you chuckle and shake out the braids before tying them up again.
Koko wades up to you.“Miss L/n, look at this shell I found.” He shows you a white and orange conch shell.
“It’s very pretty, Koko.”
“You can has!”
“Really? Thank you Koko. I’ll keep it safe.” You take it from him. “You can call me L/n when we’re not in school, Koko.”
“Okie!”
“I'll go put it back under the umbrella,” Hitoshi offers and takes the shell before walking up the beach.
You keep watch over the kids, leading them closer to the shallow end and sitting so Amelie can pour wet sand over your thighs.
“Amelie! That's cold!”
“Ahtie, can I dig?” Nico asks.
“Yes, you can.”
“We dig,” he tells Koko and they start scraping sand away from a spot.
A lady walking her dog passes by, ‘awwing’ at the kids. “Your kids are so cute,” she comments.
“Oh, um, they’re not…”
“Puppy!” Nico gasps as the lady’s dog’s tail wags furiously. “Can I pets your puppy?”
“Yes you can,” the lady smiles as both boys give the dog head scratches. “His name is Roscoe.”
“Roscoe,” Nico repeats. “Nice puppy.”
Roscoe pants happily and noses Nico’s hand until the lady has to go.
“Bye bye puppy,” Kokoro waves.
You smile down at the boys and Amelie, picking her up. “Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”
“We get nuggies?” Nico asks.
“Ooh! An fies!”
“Sure, why not?”
“Yay!” Both boys cheer. Nico runs ahead and Koko holds your free hand.
“Don't you wanna run ahead with Nico?”
“No, wanna stay wif you, L/n. I like being wif you. You make me safe and happy. You also make Daddy happy.”
“Aww, thank you Koko,” you coo. “I like being with you too.”
*
Amelie falls asleep in Shouta’s arms after eating her nuggets and fries. The boys sit with Hizashi, watching a kids movie on his phone.
“Think I ate too much,” you sigh, patting your stomach. “I need to walk it off.”
“Eugh, me too. Mind if I join you?” Hitoshi grunts.
You nod and follow him as you start walking down the beach. 
“The sunset is pretty,” you comment after a long stretch of silence.
“So are you,” he says.
“Thank you. You’re not bad yourself.”
“You think I’m good looking?”
You nod and continue walking beside him, basking in the ‘golden hour’ light.
Hitoshi stares at you as the sun illuminates your shin. ‘God, she’s beautiful…’
“This is nice. Just the two of us spending time together,” you hum, stopping for a moment and looking at the sunset. “It’d be nice to spend more time together.”
“Wait, just us. No kids at all?”
“Mmhm, just you and me.”
“S…so you wanna go on a date with me?”
You snicker at his nervousness, “Yes, Shinsou, I want to go on a date with you.”
“O-okay. I’ll set something up for us then.”
“Just let me know when, Shinsou.”
“Hitoshi.”
“What?”
“Call me Hitoshi.”
“Oh. Call me Y/n,” you smile. “You think it’s time to head back?”
“Five more minutes.”
You walk towards the railing and lean against it as Hitoshi makes his way beside you.
“You were right,” he smiles, placing a hand over yours. “This is nice.”
Once you both decided it was time to go back, Hitoshi felt a soft hand slip into his. Looking down, he noticed your hand holding his. ‘Oh…’
Cautiously interlocking your fingers, you smile at him and walk back to the umbrella and smile when you see the boys sleeping next to Hizashi while Amelie plays with Shouta and a lady with grey hair.
“Toshi!” she cheers when she sees you and Hitoshi.
Climbing out from under the umbrella, she runs up and hugs him before smiling at you. “Hi! I’m Eri, Hitoshi’s younger sister.”
“L/n,” you smile. 
“I'm so sorry I'm late. I had stuff with school projects and I lost track of time,” she apologises. “But I got you a present.” She hands him a black and red wrapped box.
“It’s probably socks again,” Hitoshi chuckles. “Thanks Eri.”
You pick up Amelie. “I think it’s time to get you cuties back to your mama and daddy.”
“Nooo, wan Wasew,” she whines.
“You can see him another time. Say bye bye.” you wave her small hand.
“Bye bye…”
Shouta stands up as best he can and boops Amelie’s nose. “I’ll try to see you again, okay little one?”
Amelie pats Shouta’s face and giggles. “Wub oo.”
Hitoshi smiles at the interaction before ducking under the umbrella and softly shaking the boys awake. “Wake up boys, it’s time to go home,” he chuckles.
“Huh?” Kokoro mumbles.
“Y/n’s back and it’s getting late.”
“Who Y/n?”
“Miss L/n.”
“Oh, okie,” he yawns as Hitoshi picks him up.
“Bai Koko,” Nico yawns as he goes over to you. “Ahtie, we has pwaydate?”
“If your Mommy says yes, then it’s possible.”
“Yay!”
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mother-athena · 6 months
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my teacher was a meanie on fridady... Was bein a brav one n raised my hand caus m fiend say had a good theme and he kept asking me questions about why and i kept explaining and he didnt like it but i really trie an he didn apreciat it!
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I'm sorry that he hurt your feelings, honey.. He should've found a nicer way to explain himself but that isn't your fault. It's his fault. I'm sure your idea was really awesome but it can be difficult to please certain people who are just set on not listening to you and trying to prove you wrong. Your friend said that they really liked your idea, right? So that most likely means that his response was more about his bad attitude than your idea not being good enough.
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mabelsguidetolife · 2 months
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i’m glad my mom was a gender studies teacher at the local university so growing up i didn’t have to go far to learn about intersectional feminism and the intricacies of patriarchal societies harming both all genders in different capacities by stuffing each one into a neat box and forcing them to conform to a platonic standard of eurocentric ideals on ‘the two sexes’ (which there are many more of, along with genders)
but according to a vocal minority of dudes on here that’s apparently wrong and women are all just meanies to men for no reason and toxic masculinity is all their fault instead of — you guessed it — patriarchal ideals perpetuating pseudoscience about the false dichotomy of men versus women (which, as i said before, are not the only genders or sexes)
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nella09archive · 6 months
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Marriage. 40
Chapter 40: ship mates
“Dad! Stop laughing at me!” I just couldn’t help it. My son looks ridiculous. Is he going to space or to school? I couldn’t stop. Damn it! My ribs.
“Honey, stop it. I think he looks adorable.”
“But, Chichi. Please don’t tell me, this was the outfit you were going to send him to school in.” Now she was giggling. “I knew it!” Now both of us were chuckling and Gohan face kept turning red. “Ok, ok. I’ll stop. Come here little man, and give daddy one more hug.” He hop on my lap, and gave me a hug.
“You two are embarrassing. But I rather have you no other way.” My little man is really growing up.
“Now remember, listen to Krillin and be very careful. And one more thing.” He looked up at me, while I singled Chichi to come closer. Chichi then joined the hug, and we kissed his cheeks. “Me and mommy love you very much, and are always proud of you.”
“I love you and mommy, too. Now, can you both stop kissing me.” I tickled him one more time. “Come on, please. I’m going to be late.” Awe, he was doing the angry puffy face Chichi does.
“Ok little man. You be a big boy on this trip, and come back safely.” He nodded and went off to wait with his grandpa. Now alone with Chichi, I could finally ask. “Is everything ok at home?” She nodded. “Are you ok?” She shook her head. “Come here.” I held her in my arms and rubbed her back. “It’ll be ok. I’ll be on my way soon, after I heal. I’m going to make sure he comes home to you.” She nods against my shoulder, and then she gives me one more kiss before she leaves.
Why did mom had to pack so much? You would think, she packed the whole house in there. I really do love my mom. Once me and everyone else were in space, I come to the impression of certain things. One, don’t ever mess with Ms. Bulma; she’s scary. Also, she so over herself, almost spoiled. Two, Krillin is pretty chill, but a nervous wreck. And the way dad told me about them, I don’t know what to believe. Well, I can believe the warning of being careful around Bulma. The thing with Krillin is, I don’t know, up to debate.
The way dad talks about him, and what I’ve seen so far, it’s almost like they’re brothers. And Krillin been nothing but nice to me, and defined me. Plus, he’s helping me a lot with my training. So, does that mean he’s almost like my uncle or something? That would be super cool. I couldn’t help giggle to myself. I have a meanie uncle Raditz, a meanie uncle and first teacher Piccolo, and now nice uncle Krillin. Wow! It’s amazing how fast my family is growing, since I just met everyone one year ago. So, does that make Ms. Bulma my aunt? Um, that’s up for debate.
Not even a week out of that metal bed, and he’s already escaping. My silly husband. What really upsets me is that I worked so hard on his sweater. He could have least taken it with him. But when I woke this morning, I was surprised that I had his sheets over my shoulders. So, I’ll give him points for at least making sure I was ok first. So, mister you have one more hour. Ok Chichi, and I’m on an island off to the north of the hospital. Did you take your medicine before leaving? No. In that case, you’re down to 30 minutes. Meanie. 25. One more word and I’m going over now. Actually, can you. I’m kind of… Ow!
Chichi is so going to kill me. I shouldn’t have left the hospital. But be damn, did I need the exercise. Ok, if I didn’t take too much at once, I would have been able to last longer. Damn my spine! She found out, and was giving me extra time. I really don’t deserve her. Great, now she’s shortening it, due to me not taking those stupid pills. Meanie. 25. One more word and I’m going over now. Actually, can you. I’m kind of… Ow!
As I prepared myself for the long speech, she was going to give me, I enjoyed watching the clouds. My beautiful wife is going to skin me alive. And the worst part is, I can’t even do anything about it. Every single time she gets mad, I always get her back that night. Hey, it’s not my fault she’s so damn irresistible when she’s angry. Just thinking about how angry she must be right now is getting me worked up. I hope she comes alone. I would at least like some time with her before going back to that sicken place.
And there goes my hopes and dreams when I saw Master Roshi. Why didn’t you come alone? No mister. No kissy for misbehaved husbands. Plus, you forgot your sweater. Not my fault I didn’t want to wake you up. You need all the rest you can get. Looks who’s talking. Your lovable husband that only cares for your happiness. By the way thank you. Yeah, yeah. Don’t think I’m doing that again. This was your one freebie. My wife is just so perfect.
As Master Roshi drove the airship, Chichi was next to me. She was holding my hand, while poking my face. No more escaping. You have to rest up. But you know how I am. I can’t sit still for the life of me. She looked up, at Master Roshi’s direction, then back at me. What are you— She kissed me. I tried to follow her, as she left, but I couldn’t. She then had an evil grin on her face. What if I told you if Master Roshi didn’t insist on coming, we might have done something? WHAT! So, why you let him? I wanted so badly to be alone with my wife. This sucks! Deal with it. You being a naughty husband. And you’re being a good wife, but I still wish for another kissy.
Bulma is just so messy. After Krillin first showed me how to mentally train, we did it everyday on this trip. We also had to clean up after Bulma. Krillin would even talk about how spoil she is. Then a thought occurred to me. “Ms. Bulma, Krillin, how did you guys meet my dad?” Daddy never told me how he met his friends.
“Well, for me I was on the hunt for the dragon balls. Your dad just so happen to have the four-star ball. Then we started traveling together. Simple as that.”
“From what I’ve heard you hit Goku with your car and then shot him. Then after that you found out he had the ball, and convinced him to travel with you.”
“Shut up Krillin.” They’re weird. Dad did mention about Bulma hitting him a lot when he was younger. “Besides your dad was one strong kid. So strong in fact, he made for a decent bodyguard.” Why would Bulma do that?
“How were two when you met?” Dad really doesn’t talk about his past much, so this would be fun. Maybe I could learn more about dad.
“I was 16 at the time, and if I remember correctly, Goku was 12. I actually thought he was older at the time. But then we found out he couldn’t count past 10.”
“Launch helped with that. Thank goodness.” What did dad do before he met Bulma? Now I just have more questions.
“After he met me, we met Master Roshi, Oolong, Puar, Yamcha, then Ox King, Chichi. After we collected the dragon balls, your dad went to train with Master Roshi. Wait. Isn’t that when he met you, Krillin?”
“Yeah. At first, I thought your dad as my rival, and a weirdo. Jumping off cliffs like it was nothing, and saying how he found Master Roshi’s rock because it smelled like him. I also thought he was extremely stupid.”
“Oh please, he still is.”
“HEY! MY DAD ISN’T STUPID!” Why they have to say that about my dad? What’s their problem? Mom does say dad doesn’t know much about books, doesn’t mean he’s dumb. His mind just works different, and he’s way smarter than people think. Well that what mom says, and I agree with her.
“Sorry kid. But face it, your dad is slow.” Bulma isn’t nice at all.
“To be honest, he has his moments. Heck, sometimes I question if he just acts dumb.” Krillin is way nicer. “Besides kid, why did you want to know how we met your dad?”
“Dad doesn’t talk much about his past. So, I was just curious.”
Krillin ruffles my hair. “Aw kid. How bout after this is all done, we can tell you stories about your dad’s adventures with us.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that grew on my face. “Really?”
“Wow, you really are his son. You got his smile and everything. Creepy.” Why did Bulma say that? Well, break was over, and Krill and I got back to training.
Master Roshi finally left, and Chichi was putting a new bunch of flowers away. I was debating on if I should try to escape or ask her to join me on the roof. Both options were good. One hand, if I escape, I’ll just be on the roof anyway. I don’t plan to go far. On the other hand, having Chichi with me would be nice. Heck she won’t let me train, but having her with me would be nice regardless. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it. You move one muscle from that bed, and you’re in trouble mister.” Aw man. Not even for a little fresh air? “Your definition of ‘fresh air’ means training, so no. And don’t pout at me.” I couldn’t help lick my lips at how angry she looked. It even made her blush.
I wish I didn’t have to share a room, maybe we could have done something. Now Chichi face, even her neck, turned red. “Shut up.” So, take me to the roof. That was a one time. “Stop pouting!” She walked over to me, arms crossed and her angry puffy face. Now I felt my face burning. I can’t even look at her right now, when she does that. It’s so unfair. I want alone time with my pretty wife! Especially with her angry at me. “Goku!” CRAP! Don’t look! It’s a trap. She grabbed my face, and forced me to look at her. CRAP! My wife is looking like a goddess right now. This sucks! I can’t do anything to her! “Suck it up mister, and get some rest.”
I have to think of something quick. “Feed me?” Why the hell that was the only thing I could think of? But heck, it stunned even her. Even to the point of blushing again.
“Feed me?” Is my husband serious right now? The way he’s been looking me this whole time, and what he’s been mentally saying, makes me question what he’s actually asking. Does he mean actual food? Because I can easily do that. But if he means the other thing, no way. With his cast arm, he pulls me closer and licks my neck. “Feed me.” He even goes and gives me a light suck. I could feel my whole face burning. Goku! Stop that! We’re in a hospital room, with other people! “The curtains are in the way. Feed me. Please.” He then trailed licks and kisses down my neck. Once he reaches the bitemark, does he licks and nip there.
Damn it Goku! How about an apple? He pokes my right breast. “These apples?” No. Actually apples. “But I want these.” He pokes again. I can’t believe he’s actually doing this. It feels like my whole body is on fire from both being shamefully aroused, and mortified that he’s doing this in a hospital. Dear kami, give me the strength to survive this. “Huff.” Uh? Goku had let me go and is looking anyway. Are you mad? “Yes.” Why? He didn’t even reply. What in the world did I do to make you mad? Am I really doing anything wrong by giving my wife attention? Besides, you started it. Uh? Oh! I poked his face. Stop being a baby. “Then stop teasing me, if you don’t want it happening back to you.”
I just sat at the edge of the bed, and brought his head to rest of my chest. He smiled at that; he even kissed my breast. “Can you please take it easy, and rest up. You’re going to worry me sick if you don’t.” I gently scratched the top of his head, and rubbed his back. He purred his content into my chest. “You’re such a big softy.” And you’re too good to me. Can you hum? I really miss it. Sure. Before long I had hummed my dear Goku to sleep.
This kind of reminds me of the first time Goku couldn’t figure out how to calm down a crying Gohan. He tried everything I showed him, and it still didn’t work. It got so bad that not even him rocking back and forth and trying to hum work. On top of that I was way to exhausted myself. Goku was just trying to give me a break. That was the day we found out about the tail thing, but Goku didn’t like that he had to do that. On top of that, he didn’t want put Gohan in his room. Goku ended up working out, while holding Gohan the whole time. At some point he woke up, but neither of realized. If it wasn’t for the baby sounds, Goku wouldn’t have stopped to see an awake Gohan. The moment Goku stopped did Gohan start crying again. Then Goku did sit-ups with Gohan, and the crying stopped. And now we found a nicer way to keep Gohan calm. Well, when he’s with Goku. That thought always make me laugh. But it was nice, knowing Gohan enjoyed his father.
Me and Krillin are starting to get tired of cleaning after Bulma. Plus, I’m super hungry but I don’t want to say anything. Mom did pack me a ton of snacks, but I been trying to save as much as possible. Then again, mom did pack a ton of meals in capsule form for me. Saying how I need to eat healthy. But when I first took one the capsules Bulma and Krillin gave me a weird look as I ate. Commenting that I really was dad son, and they still couldn’t get over how much he ate. I always knew me and dad ate a lot, and mom ate so little. But mom never said anything. Actually, she would be super happy whenever we asked for another helping. Or super mad, when we didn’t finish.
The few times mom did eat a little more than usual dad always couldn’t stop smiling at mom. But I don’t get Krillin’s and Bulma’s reactions. Maybe this whole thing of eating a lot is an alien thing. What did uncle Raditz and that Vegeta guy say we were again? Saiyan? Is that how you even say it? After the whole reaction, I tried to eat slower, and even at least half and save the rest for later.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, Krillin.”
“So, why aren’t you eating?” I didn’t even realize I wasn’t eating. I must look sad or something. He ruffled my hair. “Come on kid. You got to keep up your strength for Namek. Speaking of Namek, how long we got Bulma?”
“Just another 2, maybe even 3, days or so.” Wow, the months were going by fast. I better finish and train again, with Krillin.
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moonlightdancer26 · 3 years
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Why Remus was an irresponsible, selfish coward in PoA, and Snape in PoA is completely justified:
Okay, except the “insufferable know it all” part and the threatening a toad part but whatever.
Btw this is gonna be pretty long.
Let’s start off with Remus:
So, he didn’t tell Dumbledore that Sirius Black (who Remus believes, at that time, is a mass murderer who betrayed James and Lily and murdered Peter, and who wants to kill Harry), is an illegal Animagus, endangering Harry and everyone else, just to save his ass from one emotionally stressful conversation with Dumbles. In my opinion, this is one of the most cowardly acts ever committed in the entire series. Let’s not forget that he didn’t let Dumbles that Black was an illegal Animagus BEFORE he knew that Black was innocent. And Remus had neglected taking his Wolfsbane potion which led to him nearly killing/eating three students. He said nothing, while the rest of the staff were worried sick because a known serial killer was breaking into the school. Also, that asshole left Severus to lie head-injured, unconscious and bleeding for almost an hour without medical treatment, even though any period of unconsciousness resulting from blunt force trauma and lasting more than ten minutes is life threatening.
Now Severus:
I see people say that Severus “let an innocent man rot in Azkaban just because he was that petty”, like, do y’all even know how to read?? Many people forget that Severus genuinely thought Remus was trying to sneak a killer into Hogwarts. Remember when he said that line in the shrieking shack? “Vengeance is very sweet. How I hoped I’d be the one to catch you.” You think that was because of bullying? Nope. He genuinely thought that Sirius sold Lily and James out to Voldemort and that Remus tried to irresponsibly sneak him in.
OF COURSE everything is somehow Severus’s fault. Remus is totally just a poor innocent angel who is being treated badly by meanie Snivellus.
It was because of Severus flawlessly brewing him Wolfbane potion every month that Remus got a comfortable teaching job in the first place. He should be very grateful to his old classmate in my opinion. And Severus did not directly tell anyone about Remus’s condition until the end of the year which was the responsible thing to do and everyone probably would have done the same. He saw Remus as a potential threat to Harry. And if he had not, something else would have had to happen to get Remus out of that cursed post. One of the last two DADA professors had ended up dead and the other brain-damaged. Remus was lucky he was allowed to resign; he could have been Obliviated, burned to death or whatever was the fate that awaited the DADA teachers at the end of the year. Severus practically did him a favor. There is a real thing called PTSD based anger. You can clearly see that Severus was going through PTSD anger in PoA by knowing the history between him, Remus, and Black. As well as knowing that PTSD anger is much more serious and intense than normal anger, wanting revenge is another symptom of PTSD. His PTSD isn’t taken seriously and it is NOT invalid just because he was a bit mean. He is NOT petty just because you like Black more than him. Just because his trauma scars got unleashed in a screaming fit does NOT make him “over dramatic” or “petty”. Also, You know who outed Remus Lupin as a werewolf before Snape did? Sirius Black did. Y’know what makes it even better? Snape kept the secret for almost two decades, only AFTER Remus put kids in danger, but Sirius revealed it to Snape almost immediately, for a bit of his idea of "fun". Severus had every right to be angry in PoA: look at what he’s dealing with!! And he was completely justified when he wanted to hand over Sirius to the dementors. The first thing to remember is that absolutely everybody, including Dumbledore and Remus, was certain that Sirius was guilty up until the conversation at the end of PoA - that was why they left Sirius to rot in Azkaban for almost twelve years and made no attempt to speak to him or to appeal on his behalf. Harry himself had been very keen on feeding Sirius to the Dementors, right up until that conversation. Remember that none of the Death Eaters except Voldemort himself knew who all the others were. Snape didn't know that Peter had been a Death Eater, and he didn't know that Sirius hadn't. We find Sirius's gauntness and shakiness touching because we know he was innocent and that he was there to protect Harry, but to Severus, the fact that Sirius has chosen to starve in the forest is proof of his fanatical desire to finish his betrayal of the Potters by murdering Harry, at any cost to himself. And protecting Harry is Sev's primary goal in life. Then, Sevy overhears Sirius still boasting about his attempted murder of Severus, and saying that he had deserved it and victim blamed him. Quite aside from the personal aspect, this is more evidence, to Snape, that Sirius is a gloating killer. And Snape must be terrified - he's run there flat out because he thought Harry was in danger, he can see that they've broken Ron's leg, and now he's trapped at the end of a very long, low tunnel with the two people who nearly murdered him before, one of whom he believes to be a mass murderer and the other of whom he knows to be a werewolf on the point of transformation. And then to cap it all, when Snape reveals his presence, instead of trying to keep him calm and explain the situation, Remus calls him a fool and Sirius sneers at him and says "The joke's on you again", deliberately reminding him of how close he had come to dying before (an event that traumatized Severus for life), in this place, from the actions of these people. Of course Snape is half out of his mind with rage and with fear for himself and for the children. And Severus being traumatized also led to him having a full blown melt down in front of The Minister of Magic aka Fudge.
And no, it wasn't exactly nice of him to want to feed them to the Dementors - but that is a normal thing in their (very horrible dystopian) society and, as I say, Harry himself had been very keen on the idea up until about twenty minutes previously. You could even make a case for Severus in this scene being just as bad as Sirius and Remus, who are proposing to execute Peter without a trial in front of three children (AND Remus rolls up his sleeves when he does so, as if he was going to do it with his own bare hands), even though at this point Remus has not heard any objective evidence that it is Sirius who is telling the truth, and not Peter. (Sirius, of course, knows that Peter is guilty - but Remus only has Sirius's word for it.)
And of course, in the hospital scene, when Snape is raging and irrational, he’s badly concussed - we can see that from the fact that he is spitting as he speaks. Both the irrational rage and the spitting are known symptoms of concussion. Severus’s reaction is completely understandable and justified.
At some point, by the end of GoF, Snape learns that Dumbledore's change of heart over Sirius at the end of PoA was correct and that Sirius was innocent, for a given value of "innocent". Snape and Sirius continue to hate each other and to needle each other, but once he knows Sirius is a faithful Order member Snape does his best to protect him - not only trying to get him to stay away from the Ministry at the end of OotP, but also giving Umbridge fake Veritaserum so she can't get Sirius's location out of Harry, and warning Dumbledore that she is trying to do so.
Remus was extremely selfish and was a coward. And Severus gets way too much hate for outing him even though he’s completely right. And I see dumbasses acting like Severus changed the law and ruined all lives for werewolves. Like, does he somehow have the ability to change the law??😂 He was completely right in Prisoner of Azkaban and I will forever keep on defending him. And somehow Severus is in the wrong for doing the right thing and Remus is an innocent angel? There’s much more but I’ll end it here since I really don’t want to waste your time.
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turtletimewriting · 2 years
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Tickletober- Day 4 Fingers
Summary: Hakoda fondly remembers a game he played with the younger Katara and Sokka. They’re still kids! So they must remember it... right?
Note: Ah yes, a quick return to avatar. Being honest, this one has a more sadder tone but I had to write a very quick happy ending because I’m a sucker. I feel like most of the prompts so far haven’t had much tickling, haha!
Day One!
Previous day!
Next Day!
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“Not my fault you’re too much of a dummy to get it!”
“You suck!”
“No I don’t! You suck!”
“Oh how creative!”
 Hakoda rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Don’t get him wrong, having children and that first ever time seeing them and getting to cradle them was beyond words. They were the light of his life. But also they were the biggest pains in the world. Welcome to parenthood. The annoying part was that the children could absolutely torment him and then they would turn and give him the sweetest smiles and do something adorable and he would forgive them instantly. He grumbled loudly as he got up to go check what had set them off this time.
Walking into the room, he was greeted with sheets of paper thrown about the place covered in rough childish scrawls. Ah, Sokka must’ve been trying to be all superior and teacher-y again and Katara was getting fed up.
“You’re such a meanie!” Katara stomped her little tiny foot like she was some threat and Hakoda only just about bit down on his aww.
“Right. What’s happened now?” He placed his hands on his hips but his kids only glanced his way for a second before then screaming and pointing fingers.
“Sokka was being-“
“Katara is calling me names! And she-“
“And he said that my sewing was dumb-“
“She’s not very nice or forgiving!”
“I was just doing my chores and-“
“Katara just doesn’t get it!”
 “Okay!” Hakoda raised his voice just a little, but enough to stop the squabbling. The two little kids looked up with tears shining in their eyes. Another frustrating part of parenting is knowing that they looked positively miserable right now but, in a few minutes, they’d be laughing and messing with each other. But he would have to deal with their pouty faces right now. His face naturally curled into an evil smirk. “I know someone in particular who would love to help you both get along…”
The two kids only looked to him blankly. But he then raised his hands into two claws.
 Chaos broke out.
 “AAAAAH!”
“DAD! NO, NO, NO! DAD!” Sokka squealed as he jogged on the spot before then sprinting as fast as his little legs could carry him. Katara went to run the opposite direction before backtracking and racing after her brother. Hakoda giggled himself at that. Katara would always follow Sokka so she could throw him to the wolves to get away herself. He counted a few seconds to give them a head start before loudly growling and chasing after them.
 He stomped to the next room and was greeted to his little son’s boot poking out from the furs laying across the floor and Katara standing a little behind where he was hiding. Her frantic giggling and stance made it clear she was still ready to run at the shortest notice.
 “Oh where, oh where, could my little giggly friend Sokka have went?” Hakoda stomped closer to the fur, that was now frantically squealing at the incoming danger. He paused just long enough. Katara giggled at her brother’s future demise. “Oh well!” Hakoda cheered and suddenly lurched to pick up his scheming daughter.
“AAAAAAH AHAHAHAH AAAAAAAAH!” Katara screeched as her dad squeezed her sides as she was swept up in his arms.
“I guess the tickle monster will have to make do with this absolutely precious ticklish girly over here! She was standing nice and still ready for my tickles!” Hakoda growled before blowing a raspberry against her pudgy cheek.
“I won’t let the monster get my baby sister!” A tiny voice cried out and a little boy tried to ram into Hakoda’s legs.
“Ah! More the better!” Hakoda tried to awkwardly kneel down and scoop up Sokka in his other arm. Each of his squealing wiggling kids in his arms as he took turns blowing raspberries and scribbling across their tummies. Okay, maybe Sokka received more raspberries but only because his reaction was cuter.
“What is going on here,” An amused voice shattered through the childish laughter. Kya stood by the doorway with her own smirk. Hakoda sheepishly loosened his grip on them and they all fell to the floor dramatically.
“Daddy was torturing us!” Sokka exclaimed in between his giggles.
“Aw, poor warrior. Do you know what would help you recover from daddy’s horrible relentless cruel torture?” She kneeled down to them and Sokka happily ran into her arms.
“What?”
“Eating all the veg with your dinner tonight,” Her smile vanished into a stern practised parent look.
“No!” Sokka whined and flopped to the floor all over again.
“Well, you better eat at least some. I’d hate for daddy to gain a helper for his torture,” She smirked and raised her hands and wiggled her fingers at him.
Sokka squeaked and ran out of the room like a shot. Katara waddling after him.
 “You’ve got them trained well,” Kya joked as she helped pull Hakoda back up to his feet.
“I think you were the one to start it!” Hakoda exclaimed. He had a very vivid image of Kya wiggling her fingers menacingly from their babies first days. She trained that fear response to wiggling fingers from the day they were born!
“Yes, but it is known as daddy’s torture…” She left the room with a winning smirk.
 Those sorts of memories were the ones that kept Hakoda fighting every day. To one day fight so his children could go back to running around with their biggest worry being the wiggling fingers making them eat their veg. The memories kept him fighting during the tense moments waiting to ambush. They kept him warm during the long nights when he couldn’t sleep on his ship. They kept him in place when he imprisoned.
 The Western Air Temple was the closest Hakoda had ever felt to those memories in literal years. Admittedly, that fact alone felt awful but he tried to not linger on it. It was just a bunch of kids messing around and joking as Katara stirred through a dinner simmering over the warm fire. The cold temple seeming alive with the light spilling into all the corners and their chatter echoing through.
 “And here’s yours Sokka. No veggies or anything remotely good for you. Just the way you like it!” Katara smarmily teased as she handed him his bowl.
“He’s still not eating his veg!” Hakoda laughed.
“You’d think being around Aang would be some sort of influence!” Katara laughed back while Sokka stuttered some excuse.
“Meat is plenty healthy for you! It makes you strong and we all know that warriors-“
“Sokka, are you sure you don’t want to eat your veg?” Hakoda raised his hands and wiggled his fingers. He was supposed to be evilly smiling but he was just so excited to be able to do this again after so long.
“I’m pretty sure,” Sokka replied, looking directly at him, before just digging into his bowl. Hakoda frowned. He looked to Katara but she looked at his wiggling fingers blankly.
“Here you are, dad.” Katara simply handed him a bowl of some stew.
 Hakoda felt the joy just evaporate immediately. Right. That makes sense. He had even thought about it! It had been years since they were last sent squealing and running with his wiggling fingers. Of course they’d forgotten it. Hakoda tried not to seem too dejected and just ate his stew, letting all the kids take charge in the conversation.
They just weren’t little babies anymore, Hakoda thought.
 Bonus happy ending as I can’t ever commit to sad endings…
“Bumi! If you don’t get in the bath then you know what will happen!” Katara had her hands on her hips firmly. Hakoda guiltily looking over his shoulder. He was the one who was in charge of babysitting and couldn’t give Bumi a bath before his hardworking stressed daughter come home from work.
“No!”
Katara said nothing. Merely, she raised a brow and slowly raised her hands from her hips. She pointed them in claws and slowly started to wiggle them.
Bumi then let out a frankly inhuman squeal that left Hakoda clutching his hands over his ears. “NO! MUMMY!”
“Then bath. Now.” Katara pointed to the tub but she made sure to cheekily scribble up his back as he walked into the bathroom.
 Hakoda felt his world slowly freeze over. “I didn’t think you remembered that?”
Katara looked his way with a chuckle, “Of course. I think I lost my hearing from Sokka’s girlish screaming. How else would I parent, I’ll copy from the best.”
Katara walked after her son but Hakoda felt stuck to the spot. His entire chest glowing. It was these little memories that stuck with people and warmed them the most.
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sapphire-dreamsky · 3 years
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Sukuna, the Grumpy Cat
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Warnings: | Swear words | Sukuna and Author breaking down that fourth wall | Some commentary from the author (shameless self-insert commentary I know) and Sukuna's own comments because why not? |
When he woke up, he thought it was a fucking joke. Again?! Last time was a child version of but this time a cat? He was going to kill the person who instigated all this.
A/N: Sukuna please, don't 😅. I'm sorry if I use you for entertainment purposes.
Sukuna: At least make it good.
A/N: Meanie.
While as a child he could speak, every time he opens his mouth, he...meows. Worse of all. Since he retained his original conscience, he is now a grumpy Sukuna with claws that will hurt. Trust him. It will hurt once he hunts down the person who did this and thought it would be funny.
A/N: I'm going to hide from a...cat🤭
Sukuna: Winter!!!
A/N: *Yelp*
Upon further inspection, he decided that maybe it wasn't that bad. He could rest the whole day and no one could bother him since he is in the form of a cat. You can't expect him to kill curses like this can you? He could hide from the humiliation of being turned into a cat while waiting for the effects of the curse to dissipate.
It's not like the others really bothered with waking him up. They learnt their lesson when the group tried to prank him once in his sleep and were nearly sliced.
The man loves his sleep. Let him sleep. That's simple like that.
Wrong. He was so wrong.
He forgot that his s/o would look for him if he didn't show up for breakfast.
You came barging in his room with a platter of delicious food.
Sukuna was sleeping under his blanket, intending to sleep the curse away when the smell of the delicious breakfast that he missed woke him up.
Groggy from sleep he forgets that he is in cat form.
You let out a squeal and that's when he realises that he messed up.
Squeezed to death was not on his bucket list.
He tries to get out of your hold but to no avail. So he had to wait until you finish gushing all over him, telling him he is adorable and just rubbing behind his ears without asking for his permission.
'Damn human, taking liberties like that.'
Despite that he is purring. Very loudly too.
"Oh hey, Mister cute adorable cat. You wouldn't have happened to see a grumpy old man sleeping his day away would you? Where did you even come from? Did you come through the window? Sneaky little thing."
He continued purring because the scratches were way too good. 'Life as a cat is good...'
You decide to set down the tray of food, looking for signs of your boyfriend.
"Hmmm...his wallet is here...his phone is here...his uniform is here? Where could he go without his wallet? Is he hiding from training again? But that is unusual...he is normally waiting in his room for food if that was the case..."
All the while, Sukuna is devouring his well-deserved breakfast because he is starving.
As soon as he finished, he tries grabbing your attention by jumping over your shoulder as you investigate his room for his 'disappearance'.
"Ouf. Mister Cat, you are a bit heavy you know?"
The cat looks so offended that he reminds you of your grumpy boyfriend.
Then he starts meowing at you, as if to ask you to take back that statement.
"There, there. Calm down. I'm sorry. I was just joking. Will you help me find Sukuna? He is a tall guy who is either always frowning or smiling sadistically. He has pink hair and a lot of tattoos. The bad boy archetype."
The cat starts meowing even louder as if trying to argue with you.
"What? You don't believe me? It's true. He is the bad boy archetype that all high-school girls fall for. Don't tell him, but his attitude is actually more similar to that of an old man who hasn’t had enough sleep and is grumpy the next day."
The cat puts his paw on your mouth as if to ask you to stop talking. It was more of a demand really.
Then he turns away, as if you offended him, nose in the air, tail swishing around lazily. But Sukuna was annoyed. As soon as he reverts back to normal, he will take his revenge. And then we'll see who the old man is.
As the day drags on, however, with your new found companion sitting on your shoulder like pikachu, you start to worry.
"Where are you, Sukuna?"
Was he in danger? What if he got kidnapped? What if Sukuna is dying somewhere (Sukuna: Human, stop being dramatic will you?)? Or maybe he was mad? Or he ran away?
All the possibilities were starting to gnaw at you. It didn't help that neither your teacher nor your classmates knew where he ran off to. "He is the closest to you. Are you sure he didn't hint at something, (Y/N)?"
After the day turned into night, you fed the cat.
Surprisingly, he didn't run off while you were scouting the whole school's area and some places in the city looking for Sukuna.
After feeding him, you went off to Sukuna's room, hoping that he would be back.
However, only silence and emptiness greeted you.
You went and sat on his bed, the cat sitting on your lap facing you as if knowing that you were sad.
He tried pawing at you, rubbing himself all over you to try and cheer you up.
"Misted cat...I don't know what to do if he left. Even if he is an annoying grumpy guy, I still love him. He doesn't have many redeemable qualities but he is kind in his own peculiar way when he wants to. I know that he cares. More time than I can count, he saved me from danger. Even if he doesn't say that he loves me a lot, he lets me know by leaving some necessary things that he knows I need. One time he prepared me some homemade food from my town because I was feeling homesick. And when I have nightmares, he always somewhat knows and he sneaks into my bed despite it being forbidden and getting in trouble the next day. He always had my back. What if he is in danger somewhere? What if he needs help but I don't know? What if he...died?"
The last word was said so quietly that the Sukuna the Cat nearly missed it.
As droplets of tears started pouring over his head, he looked up, and tried to kiss your nose in affection, trying to reassure you that he was fine.
However, when leaning in, you unexpectedly fell down because of the sudden weight.
Sukuna was certain that he didn't weigh much in his cat form.
However, when he opens his eyes, he sees you crying beneath him. So he tries to wipe away the tears with his index finger...wait his finger? He is in his human form again!
You opened your eyes upon feeling a weight on you. The cat can't be that heavy.
However, as soon as your eyes lay on the very much naked man on top of you, you engulfed him in a tight hug.
"Sukuna you...you...stupid dumbass! How dare you make me worry so much! I was sick with worry, you know?! What if you died?!"
"Ouch. Where were your kind words from before? Was that all for the cat?"
Speaking of cats...
"Don't tell me you were the cat?!"
"Yep."
"How did you even turn into a freaking cat?!"
"In my sleep? Got no idea. But I'm back. It's so good to be in human form again."
He stretches his long limbs, uncaring of the fact that his butt was in the air.
A/N: As if you cared 🙄.
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Sukuna: Clothes restrict my movements. It's a strategy.
A/N: Excuses are all I hear.
"Sukuna put some clothes on!"
"Uh? Why would I do that? It's my room, my rules. Meaning you are in my territory."
"Annoying bastard."
Still you hug him tightly from behind, afraid to let go.
"Feeling a little cuddly, I see."
"Shut up. You're ruining the mood."
"Technically that's the author's fault. But I'm not going anywhere else if that can reassure your pretty little head."
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chellesdump · 2 years
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Sharon Emerges
Being seated outside the principal's office waiting for your parents was a nerve-wracking situation regardless of your age, but it added stress when it was your first time, you're 5 years old and all adults are looking at you as if you've committed the most atrocious act.
That was how Mina was feeling at the moment, waiting for either her mommy or her mama to arrive and have the inevitable talk with Miss Choi the teacher that had brought her here, and Mrs. Lee the old principal of her Kindergarten.
She couldn't decide which mom was a better option to have come into school, on one hand, her Mama Jeongyeon was the more strict one and would get a bit mad at having to leave work to deal with her kids' misbehavior, but at the same time she would go soft quicker if she put on her puppy eyes and pout; on the other hand, her Mommy Nayeon was more chill even getting happy at having an excuse to leave work early when her kids were feeling unwell, but she was also the one who had less tolerance when she was called for misbehavior.
Her inner turmoil was disrupted by the sound of heels coming from the hall and her Mommy's voice talking on the phone with who she could guess was her Mama, her anxiety elevated more with each of Nayeon's steps knowing she wouldn't be happy with the situation at hand, so she began playing with her fingers to try and calm down a little, but the moment the steps stopped a couple of meters in front of her she felt as if her heart stopped for the tiniest bit.
“Hello, I'm Mina's mom, I was called to have a talk about my daughter's misbehavior” “Oh yeah, have a seat and I'll go tell Mrs. Lee that you have arrived” “Thank you,” Nayeon said while going towards the seats outside of the office where Mina was sitting, greeting the small Japanese girl who was clearly nervous “Hi Minari, care to explain why I was called off work due to you getting in a fight?” asked Nayeon with a raised eyebrow, the only response she got was a mumbled wasn'mafaul coming from the tiny Japanese, “Mina stop mumbling and look at me” said while crouching in front of Mina, putting a hand under her chin and directing her to look at Nayeon, but the moment their eyes met tears started coming out of Mina's eyes breaking Nayeon’s heart.
“Baby, please talk to me. I swear I’m not mad, I just want to know why you did that '' begged Nayeon trying to coarse words out of Mina. “I-it wasn’t mah fault, Chan started it, not me… Chan, no-not me” “Shh baby calm down” she said rubbing circles on her back “What did Chan do to make you hit him?” “He was making fun of us and pushing us, being a meanie overall and mama says we should always stand up for ourselves” “I’m gonna kill you Jeong'' mumbled Nayeon through clenched teeth “Of course you should stand up for yourself, but you should always tell an adult first about what’s happening” reprimanded Nayeon
“I DID! … we did, Jihyo always tells teachers about what Chan do but they don’t do nothing. Ji always makes sure Chan stops bothering us but since she’s not here today he got meaner. I didn’t wanna get in trouble, but he wouldn’t stop!” “Oh baby, I’m so sorry you had to go through that but don’t worry we’ll get this solved and make sure Chan stop bothering you” both mother and daughter were caught in a tight embrace when they were called into the office.
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“Come in Mr. and Mrs. Kang take a seat with Yoochan please” said Mrs. Lee from within her office “You too should come in, Miss …?” “Mrs. Im-Yoo ma’am, nice to meet you I’m Mina’s mom” said Nayeon while bowing a greeting to all the present. “As you know, we called you here today regarding the fight between Yoochan and Mina that occurred on recess time, we like to apologize beforehand for the injuries that Yoochan presented but luckily Miss Choi here, was able to stop the fight before it escalated even more” “We are lucky that our little Yoochan only got some meek scratches as a result, otherwise we would have sook legal action seeing as you aren’t taking proper care of our son” mentioned Mr. Kang with prepotency laced on his voice, this irked Nayeon, she couldn’t really stand people who believe themselves better than everyone else.
“Of course, Mr. Kang don’t worry, this won’t happen once again. We’ll make sure that students that cause trouble like Mina here will get punished and…” “Excuse me Mrs. Lee but aren’t first offences just talked out with their teacher at the end of school day?” “Well, normally that’s the case but when there’s an injured kid involved, we have to call the parents and have a talk with both parties” “I understand that but as Mr. Kang said Yoochan only had some meek scratches and my child wasn’t seen by the school nurse, she also has some scratches and bruises resulting from the mentioned fight, so why the different treatment between both children?” “We didn’t knew that Mina also had minor injuries, so how were we supposed to treat them?” “You could have asked her or checked for them, a fight requires two people so it’s just a given thing to check everyone involved. Also, will Yoochan be getting the same punishment as Mina?” inquired Nayeon, repositioning Mina on her lap so she could cuddle her better.
“No, why would Yoochan be punished when he’s the victim here Miss Im?” “It’s Mrs. Im-Yoo and he’s not the victim both of them were involved, so both should be punished. Besides did you care to ask why they were fighting, or did you just decided to punish kids without knowing the reasoning behind their actions?” scoffed Nay. “I get that you’re upset that your kid is getting punished, but you can’t excuse her actions Mrs. Im-Yoo, she needs to learn that her actions have consequences” scolded Mrs. Lee, “Ugh these young parents don’t know how to discipline their kids, that’s why there are little monsters roaming around” scoffed Mrs. Kang with so much prepotency.
“I’m not excusing Mina’s behavior and of course she would be punished once we get home, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to ask the reasoning behind her actions, because as parents we need to know why our kids do the things they are doing so we can fix the bad” expressed Nayeon before turning towards Mina “Now, Minari sweetie, can you tell the principal and the teacher why you did what you did?” encouraged Nayeon with a smile.
Taking a deep breath Mina started relating the happenings of all the problem with Yoochan, “I got into a fight with Chan because he was being a meanie to Jihyo unnie, the School Meal Club, and me…” “But you should tell an adult, didn’t your mom teach you that?” interrupted Mrs. Kang, “Of course we taught her that, could you let her finish talking before giving your opinion, please” commented Nay with a saccharine tone “Please keep going baby, I promise no more interruptions”.
“As I was saying, Chan was being a meanie, Jihyo unnie always tell him to leave us alone but he doesn’t listen! We tell the teachers, but they don’t do nothing, so he keeps bothering us every day, today he got even meaner because Ji not here” Mina took a great inhale “So he pushed Dub off the swings, tripped Tzu while we were playing and pulled Chaengie’s pigtails while we ate, he kept calling us names and telling us mean things. So, I told Miss Choi, but she did nothing, so Chan said See the teachers aren’t going to do nothing ‘cause you’re pabo and nobody likes you” “Well, it’s true you’re a pabo” retorted Chan with a smirk, you could feel the ire radiating from the tiny Japanese body “Mama says nobody is allowed to call us pabo and we should stand up for ourselves if no one help us, so I yelled at him to leave us alone, then he tackled me, and we started fighting on the floor until Miss Choi came and took Chan to the nurses office, and me to here”
“Yoochan, is it true what Mina is saying?” asked the principal, “Yeah I told them they were pabo” stated the little boy simply, “Is that the only thing you told them, right?” probed the teacher “No, I told them that they are not lovable ‘cause they are adopted, if their real parents gave them away must be for a good reason… probably the money they gave them each month for each girl” indicated Chan, “Well seeing as both of you did wrong, you’ll be recess less for the rest of the week. Everyone is allowed to leave now” stated Mrs. Lee, not before Mr. Kang demanded with a strong voice “Where did you get that idea from? Answer me boy?” scaring both kids.
After Chan calmed posterior to the fright he just received, he gave an answer that rendered all the adults speechless “I heard you and mother say we that you were planning on getting a kid from the system just for the check they would give you, seeing as you didn’t have to take care of them and throw them with a nanny like hyung, noona and me”, the Kangs just gave a final We’ll be on our way, good day to all, reprimanding the poor boy for exposing them like that.
“Good day Mrs. Lee and Miss Choi, we’ll be on our way” Nayeon bowed goodbye grabbing Mina’s hand and walking towards the halls before stopping “Will it be possible to take the rest of my kids home right now or should I wait the few minutes left before pick-up time?” politely requested the mom “You can take them, just let the secretary know so she can give you a visitor pass”.
After getting the rest of the girls and making sure all were buckled, they made their way to the elementary school to pick up Momo and Sana, next they picked up Jihyo from Nayeon’s parents house before going to their own house to wait for Jeongyeon and eat lunch.
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anything for you 1
jungkook x reader (ft. taehyung)
genre: angst
warnings: jungkook is a meanie here,, curse words,, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts,, overthinking,, mentions of sex.
synopsis: you’d do anything to make him happy. even if it hurts you.
S/N is sister’s name
“hey, i noticed you didn’t really eat anything during lunch so i got you this.” you say as you tapped the boy who had his head down on his desk. he looked up at you and scoffed. “you woke me up for this?” he says with an attitude. “oh and i graded your paper. mrs. lim said that if you needed help you can ask her or jinah over there. i’m not really good at explaining so i can’t do much for you.” you say as you hand him his paper which he scored a 30/50 on. “even if you were an option i still wouldn’t pick you. stop trying so hard it’s annoying.” his friends looked at you in pity but continued to do their work. you never really understood why jungkook disliked you. you don’t remember doing anything bad to him or at least something that would irritate him. the truth is you actually liked him. ever since he transferred, you, along with many other girls had your eyes on him. you weren’t a try hard though. you’d buy him food, give him water, or offer to help him with his homework but nothing more. you did this because you knew that he didn’t really care for himself. he barely ate at school which is probably why he was so tired all the time.
when the bell rang everybody left except for jungkook. he walked over to jinah who was still fixing her backpack strap. “hey uh...i was told you could like help me out with my homework? can you?” he seemed so innocent and kind when he asked her. why did he have to be so rude to me? you asked yourself. she politely agreed and you overheard them saying that after school they’ll head over to the library. everyday you’d volunteer at the library since ms. jay needed to go home early to feed her cats. she said she didn’t want to bother you but you insisted since the library was a really relaxing area no one really went to. you enjoyed it there.
students returned books and some checked them out. you had your eye on jungkook and jinah and to be honest it looked like they were flirting more than studying. you were envious of jinah. she had the perfect smile, body, and attitude. cliché RIGHT. who wouldn’t want a girl like that right? you knew exactly what jungkook saw in her. you on the other hand are not really that interesting which is probably why you only had like two friends who barely talked to you. you were grateful for them though, even though they didn’t feel the same towards you.
as you were typing in the list of kids who still need to return books, you saw how mr. kim was struggling with picking up the trash the students left since he was a bit old. “mr. kim, let me help you with that. why don’t you sit down for a sec? i have some cookies and a water bottle in my backpack. you can eat them while i clean this up.” you grab his garbage bag and started picking up the trash the students dropped. “why are you such a good kid, y/n? you remind me of my grandson. he goes to a different school though. i think you’ll be good together.” he says while taking a cookie from the container you took out of your backpack. “ahh. mr. kim, i kind of have my eyes on someone else right now.” you say as he nods his head and continues to eat.
jungkook was eyeing you from the far end of the table. why were you so nice to everybody? he thought to himself.
you saw jinah get up and leave after bidding goodbye to jungkook, but jungkook stayed at the table. there were only four people in the library; you, jungkook, and two other kids who were trying to look for an interesting book. you walked towards them and asked if they needed any help finding a book. when they told you what they wanted you led them to where the books were. as you were walking though you felt someone glaring at you. your first thought was jungkook because who else would be staring at you?? a ghost??? when the students checked out their books and left it was finally 6pm which meant it was time for you to LEAVE. you walked up to jungkook who was still reading his book. “hey uh. im about to lock up.” he scoffed again and glared at you. “so when other kids are here you offer them help but when it’s only me left you have to ‘lock up’ you were BEYOND irritated. all you wanted was to go home, eat, and sleep but jungkook was keeping you away from that. “it’s 6. i’m supposed to lock up at 6. so. leave.” he was shocked. you’ve never given him attitude, it was always the other way around. you walked away and gathered all of your things getting ready to leave. jungkook also packed up his things while you held the door open for him. when he walked you shut the door loudly and locked the door.
you walked behind jungkook, but not too close because you didn’t want it to seem like you were following him. you sat on the bench while jungkook got in his car. you saw him look at you but you quickly look away to avoid the awkwardness. after a while you saw him standing right in front of you.
“why are you sitting here? go home?” why was he so concerned you thought to yourself. “i’m waiting for the bus. you go home.” he then grabbed your hand and led you to the passenger seat of his car.
“it‘s dark out. tell me where you live.” he opened the passenger’s seat and you went inside his strawberry scented car.
“i’ll just uh. point.” you say while smiling.
cute he thought NO IT’S Y/N. NO. jungkook shook that thought out of his mind and started his car. he played some music to make the situation less awkward.
you on the other hand were way past feeling awkward. you’d check your messages even though no one has texted you. hell, you even went on the weather app just to check the weather in london.
“uh just go right my house is the first one on the block.” you say as he nods.
“thank you. i appreciate it.” as you tried to get out of his car, he grabbed your arm. “why are you so nice to everyone? especially me? i’m such a dick towards you.” you laugh a little at his question. “i’m nice to everybody. especially you because i know you don’t really take care of yourself.” he nods and you thank him again.
when you get inside of your house you hear yelling coming from your parents’ room again. ever since your sister passed away they weren’t the same as before. you hated it. you hated how your sister was gone instead of you.
you just wanted someone to talk to, but nobody really wanted to talk to you. your friends..would you even consider them friends at this point? you shook your head and tried to focus on something else.
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the next day was the same as always. you’d walk through the hallways and see people with their friends. people who actually wanted to talk to them. you wondered how it felt to actually be wanted.
you sat down on your chair and got out your books to start writing down the agenda, but someone tapped your shoulder. “hello! i’m mira. would you like to be my friend? i’m new here.” you smiled at her and introduced yourself.
when class started your teacher told mira to come up and introduce herself. “hi! i’m mira. i transferred from (school name). i hope to become your friend!” everyone says hello and she sits back down. you noticed how jungkook’s eyes followed her from the front of the class to her desk. you felt a bit jealous, but didn’t think about it too much.
when lunch came around you tapped jungkook’s shoulder to give him his food. “i got you this sandwich and i baked cookies last night so i thought you’d like it.” he looked at you with no expression and you waited for a thank you but as always he didn’t say it and put his head back down.
“y/n, do you think we can hang out after school? get to know each other a little bit?” mira said with a cute expression on her face. you agreed and she gave you a hug.
after school you and mira went to the ice cream shop near by. “really? i’m five months older than you? i thought i’d be younger since you’re so mature!” you laugh and say you get that a lot. “so earlier i noticed you gave food to that jungkook dude. do you like him?” she says as she wiggles her eyebrows. “kinda.” she squeals while she shoves the ice cream in her mouth.
after eating you both bid your goodbyes and you walked home. finally. i finally have a friend. you thought to yourself.
you came home to your parents fighting again. usually to cope with how you’re feeling you bake in the middle of the night. it was a weird coping mechanism but it worked. baking helped you relax and think about other things.
“if it wasn’t for your fucking daughter! s/n would still be alive right now!” you heard your dad yell. he was right though. it was all your fault. and everyday you’d beat yourself up over it. you quickly went up to your room and started sobbing. you looked at the picture of you and your sister together. “why was it you? couldn’t it just be me? if it was me they wouldn’t be arguing. i miss you s/n.” you kissed the picture and hugged it and drifted to sleep.
the next day you did not feel like being nice to anyone or at least talk to anyone. you put your black hoodie over your head to avoid attention as you walk through the halls.
when you walk into class you see jungkook flirting with mira. you weren’t in the mood to deal with him today so you didn’t even bother. lunch came around and you kept your head down on your desk with your hood on. “y/n? you ok? i’m gonna go get some food. do you want anything.” mira asked. you shook your head and thanked her.
“yo kook, what’s wrong with y/n she didn’t give you food today.” jimin asks. “i don’t know. she’s usually always doing something.” jungkook says as he shrugs his shoulders.
when the bell rang you gathered all of your stuff and jungkook saw how your eyes were red. were you crying? he thought to himself.
you walked outside the school building and thought it was your lucky day because it was raining and you didn’t bring an umbrella.
you sat on the bench, drenched in water, watching students go by laughing with their friends, but suddenly feel the rain stop. you look up and see an umbrella under you.
“thank you, but there’s no point. i’m already wet.” the boy chuckles and says, “ha. that’s what my ex girlfriend said.” not caring whether or not he was going to get wet, the brown haired boy sat next to you. “i’m taehyung. i just transferred today. i’m in my fourth year. let me guess are you in your second?” he says, still holding the umbrella under the both of you. “nope. third.” he nods his head and points at his car. “if you want i can give you a ride home?” he asks with a smile. “really? i’m drenched though. your seats will get wet.” “don’t worry about it. it’s leather.”
as you walked really close next to taehyung, you didn’t know jungkook was watching the two of you from afar.
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Ingenium Fracta
Chapter three: Fear and pain
Tw: funerals, doctors, suffocation, nightmares.
"Dear friends and family, we are gathered here to celebrate the life of Iida Tenya; honoured friend, beloved son and brother. He was a good young man, taken from us too soon. Tenya was a model student and a perfect future hero, who was taken from us by an event none could see happen. It's safe to say that he's in a better place now, he's-"
There had been a funeral, the entire class had shown up. No one really spoke, it was nice catching up with Tensei he supposed, but the fact that it was at a funeral for the poor man's brother really put a damper on things. Aizawa had never felt more guilty for anything in his life, he couldn't believe he'd let a student die like that, how could he be a teacher now?
They never even found the body, Aizawa figured it was because Iida had been fighting Shigaraki at the time. That poor boy, Aizawa couldn't imagine what his family was going through. Class 1-A had completely refused to vote in a new class president, seeming offended at the very idea. Aizawa couldn't blame them at all and he managed to get Nezu to agree that the class would be fine with only a vice president. It was going to be a bit difficult for poor Momo but she was adamant she could manage, replacing Iida would be an insult.
Recently, Aizawa had found himself having regular nightmares about losing more students. It was one of those nights where Hizashi found him, he didn't know where Hizashi had been but he didn't really care. All that mattered to Aizawa was that his loving husband was now holding him gently, "Sho? What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" He nodded in response and was suddenly lifted up and placed onto Hizashi's lap, a hand combing through his hair, "it's ok babe, it wasn't real, it's just a nightmare."
"I dreamt I lost more students…"
"Oh Shouta…" Hizashi kissed the top of his head, "it isn't your fault, it never was. You couldn't have known the villains would be there, no one could."
"But…" he was crying now, "I'm supposed to be their teacher, Hizashi, I'm supposed to be a hero!"
"You are a hero! You're EraserHead! Those kids adore you Sho! And they don't hold a single thing against you, please don't hold it against yourself." He was brushing Aizawa's hair now, making sure to be careful of all the knots and tangles. Aizawa had no idea where he found such a perfect husband, he certainly didn't deserve someone so loving. "You did everything you could, but you had to watch the whole class, it's understandable that one slipped through the cracks."
It was silent for a bit after that, Aizawa just sat there trying to process Hizashi's words as the husband in question continued to brush his hair- he was braiding it now. It was very bad when Aizawa couldn't sleep, he usually slept through everything, his thoughts had to be incredibly bad if they were keeping him awake. The guilt that followed losing a student was more than enough though, not only that but it had been the class president, it had been Tenya Iida, Aizawa used to be in the same class as Tensei; the guy was the sweetest, most caring hero they had in their class. It really showed when he saw how Tenya behaved with class 1-A, everything he did reminded Aizawa of Tensei, but now seeing Tensei's face at the funeral, Aizawa had only seen Tenya. What a horrific way for the tables to turn.
The Iida's were a proud family, with a long and incredible lineage; they'd been doing good for people before quirks even evolved. Aizawa had always known them to be a little stuck up in their attitudes, Tensei being the clear outlier- the more he'd seen of Tenya, the more he realised both the Iida brothers were outliers. The funeral had been the first time he'd ever seen any of the Iida's cry- well except from Tenya, who had cried when the hero killer had hurt Tensei and was now unable to cry at all, or even feel emotions. Aizawa couldn't blame Iida's parents for crying; their baby had just died after all. They'd had one hell of a year, first Tensei's legs and now their youngest son.
A child had died. That was the hardest part for Aizawa to cope with; the fact that a child, barely 16, had died due to his failings as both a teacher and a hero. The civilians that had been on the same floor had praised Iida, commenting that they had felt safe around the next Ingenium. They told everyone about how cool and composed he had been when instructing them to evacuate and then one even mentioned him running in to disarm the villain. Aizawa honestly couldn't have been prouder of the kid, Iida had been the perfect picture of a model hero. That's what it was all about, saving and protecting the public. That was why Aizawa was a failure; he couldn't even save one child.
Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do now. It was too late to save him. So all Aizawa and everyone else could hope to do was move on and grow from it, he had argued with Nezu for the fourth time about getting his class a specialist councillor and he'd finally agreed to it, saying he'd look for one. His kids really needed it, Aizawa could well imagine how the death of a classmate felt to them, and it wasn't any classmate either; it was their beloved class president. When the news was broken to them, Aizawa had even seen Mineta and Bakugou shedding tears, and neither of them were even friends with Iida.
It was safe to say that everyone would miss the boy greatly, Aizawa didn't even like calling him a boy; Tenya Iida had proven himself more of a man then Aizawa was. The hero course favoured the flashy and the violent, but true heroes like Iida were really overlooked. Aizawa would make sure to praise the model students he had in the future, he shouldn't waste so.much time with the problem children. There should be a balance; heroes are supposed to be the protectors, but who protects the heroes? Aizawa would've liked to say it was him, but clearly he was lacking in that department.
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Black smoke, filling his lungs, stealing his air. He was choking, he was on the floor. He'd been asked to revv his engines, to show what they could do, now he was choking on his own exhaust fumes. He was on the floor, when did he fall to the floor? There was yelling all around him and he wasn't sure what was going on in the slightest. He felt his consciousness slipping away from him as he gasped for air, his eyes were shut tight but he could feel the tears running down his face. He finally lost consciousness as he heard one of the men yelling, "get both! Just in case!"
When he came to, he was laying in a bed. Judging by the room it was probably Toga's bed, the mattress was so soft and the aching feeling in his legs didn't feel so bad when he lay there. He was surrounded by Toga, the burnt man and three men Tenya hadn't met yet. One man was wearing a full body suit, in blacks and greys, the second man was clearly just a mechanic, the third being a doctor, both the two regular men were clearly being held at gunpoint. Tenya had the vague idea that this was illegal, but he was too tired to think much of it.
"Are you alright kid?" The burnt man asked, putting a hand on the bed frame, "apparently part of your engine got disconnected and we had to get a doctor and a mechanic to fix it for you."
"Oh," Tenya paused, he hadn't considered the fact that bring trapped under rubble would affect his engines, although to be fair, he didn't really understand how his engines worked- or at least he'd forgotten, "well they do kind of ache…"
The doctor nodded, "that'd be the stitches, they'll ache for a little while but they should degrade on their own… can I go home now?" The mechanic looked just as desperate to leave as the doctor, and both men were led downstairs by the man in the catsuit.
Toga sat on the bed next to him, "normally I like seeing boys all injured like that, but that was really scary- there wasn't even any blood!" She frowned at him, "are you sure you're alright? I don't want my new friend dying on me!"
"I'm fine, don't worry. I'm from very hardy stock."
The burnt man raised an eyebrow at that, "do you remember what stock? Recall any family members?"
"Hmm…" unfortunately Tenya still couldn't remember anything about his family outside of his last name, "still no, my apologies."
"Don't apologize kid, they abandoned you too didn't they? Didn't even care that their kid 'died', only about those poor, defenseless heroes."
"Yeah!" Toga added, frowning, "those meanie heros left you to die! You shouldn't care about them!"
Tenya nodded, that made sense to him. The thought of people calling themselves heroes leaving someone to die in a wreckage made his blood boil- he hoped that didn't translate to his engine, he didn't want to put any strain on it at the moment. Instead he just watched them leave the room, and he settled down for a nap; he may as well use Toga's bed whilst he had it.
Dispite Kurogiri's concern, Tenya had ended up moving into Toga's room anyway; they were the only ones close enough in age and since Tenya was gay and Toga already had a crush, the adults figured it would be fine. Tenya had been happy to help the burnt man, who Tenya later found out was named Dabi, set up his bed. Kurogiri even bought him an Ingenium poster, which Tenya found off because he could have sworn that *he* was Ingenium… but nevertheless, Tenya found it very nice of him, he hadn't been expecting that. The man known as Twice somehow managed to get him a new pair of glasses as his last pair had been broken, he'd also bought Tenya some bedsheets and pillow covers, as well as many books to help Tenya keep up with his studies.
In fact, Tenya was studying when Toga looked over at his book, "whatcha doin'?"
"I'm reading about algebra, see?" He showed her the notebook he was trying the questions in, "it's like maths but there's letters! It's rather fun!"
"Why would there be letters in maths? That doesn't make any sense!"
He chuckled at that, shuffling to the side so she could get on the bed with him, "oh it's easy when you think about it, come on; I'll show you." He put his bookmark in the book and flipped back a few chapters, understanding that Toga would probably need something a little easier.
"Let's try something simple, okay?" He smiled at her, beginning to write the question down when she nodded. "So let's say that A means one, and B means two, what would A plus B make?" He wrote the question down as he said it, making sure it was clear.
She nodded slowly, taking the pen from Tenya as she slowly wrote down the answer, at least she understood basic maths- although her handwriting was terrible. "Is it three? Or do I have to write down another number?"
"Well technically you're right, unfortunately the rules of algebra dictate that the answer would be AB."
Toga proceeded to look at Tenya like he was a moron, "so it's not even numbers? Why is it still maths?"
He sighed, unsure of how to explain it to her, "well you've got to figure out how to shorten the question I suppose, it doesn't entirely make sense- but that's what makes it so fun!" He smiled, knowing there was no point in explain it to her, she hadn't finished middle school so there wasn't much of a chance of her grasping algebra.
"You're so weird Ten-chan! Stick to liking murder like the rest of us!" She giggled, they both knew there was no malice behind that, her genuine smile showed that. Toga got off of the bed and went back to her own, toying with her knife. "Do you want to talk about Izuku?"
"Who?" Tenya didn't think he'd ever heard that name before, but he had a funny feeling of deja vu from it.
"Huh?" Toga was once again looking at Tenya like he was stupid, "you know? Green hair, freckles? Sometimes goes by Deku? Izuku Midoriya?"
A gasp, "Midoriya?" Tenya knew Midoriya, he loved Midoriya! Midoriya was his best friend, was Izuku his first name? Tenya felt a little guilty that he didn't know his best friend's full name, or even how he looked. To be fair though, he did have memory issues, so he couldn't be blamed really.
"Yeah! That's Izuku's last name! You wanna talk about him?"
"Of course I want to talk about Midoriya! He's my best friend!"
Toga giggled, taking out her phone and beginning to show him the photos she'd taken. They were photos of Midoriya, Tenya instantly recognized him, despite not remembering his face. The fear on his face in every photo was particularly familiar, and Tenya found himself having flashes of an image in his head, of nothing but pure worry and stress on Midoriya's face. Toga snapped him back to reality, beaming happily, "isn't he cute??"
Tenya had to nod at that, "his hair is very fluffy, and I like his freckles." He did agree with Toga, Midoriya was a lot more adorable than Tenya had expected. This was his best friend? Oh Tenya must be the best at making friends then, to befriend someone so pretty.
"I know, right? I like him best when he's covered in blood!"
"Why?"
A moment of silence and Toga paused, "I don't know, just think he's attractive," she shrugged, clearly not having a real answer. Tenya didn't really mind, he was just curious, he didn't actually care either way.
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Chapter 13: The Oscars
(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)
…in which they attend the Oscars and Y/N almost misses it.
Word count: 5k
AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).
Song in the kitchen scene: A Million Times - Alice Kristiansen ft. Julian Lamadrid 
Wattpad link (Thea as Y/N)
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“And the Oscar goes toooooooo...HARRY STYLES!”
“Stop making fun of me!”
“I’m not!” Y/N plumped down on to the treehouse floor, sitting with her legs crossed as she shook Harry’s arm gently. “Come on. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“I’m not being hard on myself. I’m being realistic,” he replied, toying with a yellow leaf he’d found on the floor just to avoid making eye contact as they spoke. Y/N didn’t get why he was embarrassed and so doubtful of himself. She had seen him on stage when he’d been Romeo last year. He was one of the best kid actors and no one could convince her otherwise.
“Your new drama teacher was a meanie,” she huffed, arms folded across her chest.
Harry finally cast her a glance as the corners of his mouth turned up. “You’re not being objective. Mrs Berry was.”
“You’re a kid! Kids are allowed to make mistakes. That’s the only way they can learn and improve. My writing sucks but you don’t see me giving up.”
“Has anyone ever told you your writing sucks?”
“Celine’s brother.”
“He’s an arsehole.”
“Harry!”
“Sorry,” Harry chuckled, lifting both hands. “He’s a bum.”
Y/N didn’t laugh when he did. If her mum and dad knew he cursed all the time, they wouldn’t let her hang out with him anymore. “Well,” she exhaled. “I feel sorry for your teacher. She probably has nothing better to do with her life than crushing kids’ dreams because her dreams had died with her talent when she became a teacher instead of an actress.”
“Are you sure you’re ten years old?” Harry smiled, giving her a look that could be interpreted as either amazed or amused or both.
She’d never told him, but he had one of the best smiles she’d ever seen, which was why she was sure he would become successful. Having a great smile was a great quality for every actor. At least that was what her best friend Celine had told her.
“Are you sure you’re older than me?” she rebutted.
He lifted his shoulders in a half-shrug. “I’m gonna listen to you because you’re a know-it-all.”
She said nothing and launched herself to her feet, clearing her throat. He watched with a confused look on his face when she picked up his water bottle and held it with both hands like the way an actor would hold the Oscar statue.
“Harry is too shy to come on stage and accept this Academy Award,” she said, “so I’m gonna accept it on his behalf. He’d like to thank his family, his drama teacher Mrs Berry, and his biggest fan Y/N aka Bambi. These are the people who helped shape his career.” Harry doubled over laughing as she lifted the water bottle above her head. “Thank you so much for this award. Have a good night, Los Angeles!”
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Y/N contemplated her reflection in the full-length mirror while Harry was watching her from the couch on the side. She cast him a sideways glance, to which he responded with a thumbs-up and a grin.
She sucked in a breath, looking back at herself. She looked different. She felt different. She had worn plenty of expensive gowns that didn’t belong to her and attended countless exclusive events with Harry before. But this. This was the Academy Awards. And she was wearing the kind of dress that was meant to turn heads on the red carpet, the kind of dress that models wore on the runway. She used to watch award shows with her best friends all the time, and could never imagine herself pulling off such elegant outfits. But now, she almost looked like she belonged at the Oscars.
She wasn’t wearing any make-up and her hair was in a simple low ponytail, so she knew the dress had done all the work to make her look desirable. Harry’s designer had taken the inspiration from the iconic silver dress in The Little Mermaid, when Ariel returned from the sea and reunited with Prince Eric. Harry had joked that Y/N resembled a fawn more than a princess, and she had smacked him hard on the arm, proving that she was neither.
“Is it too tight?” asked Meili – the designer. She was so kind that Y/N felt like they’d been friends forever. But on second thought, being a professional, it was Meili’s job to make her clients feel most comfortable in and out of her designs.
“No, this is perfect,” Y/N said.
“Are you sure?” She confirmed with a nod. “All right.” Meili patted her gently on the back. “How about we try walking?”
And so Y/N descended the steps and sauntered about the fitting area to make sure she was comfortable and able to breathe normally. Harry had risen from the sofa and come to stand beside Meili, his eyes dancing with amusement as he watched Y/N strike a silly pose.
“What do you think?” she asked him.
Instead of answering the question, he turned to Meili. “Can you show me how to take it off?”
Meili had quite a good laugh watching Harry with his hands up in defence as Y/N tried to hit him without hurting the dress. It was then that the sound of her ringtone from her bag came for his rescue.
He pecked her cheek and stayed to chat with Meili about his outfit while Y/N answered the call from her agent.
“Y/N!” Laura said before Y/N could speak. “What are you doing, babe?”
“I’m at the fitting for the Oscars.”
There was a pause followed by a dramatic sigh. “Oh, I nearly forgot that you’re attending the Oscars. Are you nervous?”
“Kind of.” Y/N giggled. “But I suppose you’re not calling me to ask what I’m doing, are you, Laura?”
“Of course not! I’d like to remind you that we’re having a party next Saturday!”
“Right, right, party–No!”
Both Harry and Meili whipped their heads back to gape at Y/N.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “I thought it was a brilliant idea–”
Y/N shushed her boyfriend as she indicated the phone to let him know she wasn’t talking to him.
“Hi, Laura!” he shouted, and Laura, who obviously had heard it, squealed like a schoolgirl and demanded to be put on speaker.
Y/N tapped the speaker icon as she slumped into the couch where Harry soon joined her, sitting with an arm around her shoulders. “Hi, Laura,” he repeated.
Laura laughed excitedly. “Hi, Harry! We’ve never met before but I’ve heard so much about you!”
“And I’ve heard so much about you!”
“I’m your client, Laura. Not him,” Y/N snorted as Harry kissed her temple.
“Oh, yes, right.” Laura cleared her throat to compose herself. “So what’s the matter? I thought–”
“The Oscars is next Sunday night, Laura. I have to catch the plane on Saturday morning. I can’t go to your party.”
“Your party, Y/N.”
“What party?” Harry asked.
Y/N opened her mouth to answer but Laura was faster. “To celebrate your girl’s debut novel! It hasn’t come out yet, but everything is settled. It’s a tradition. I always throw this party for my client. Everyone at the agency will be there and there will be some guests from the publishing house and some published authors. It’ll be grand.”
Y/N sucked in a breath and pinched her temple, her eyes met Harry’s. His expression was unreadable. To Laura, she asked, “Can we push it back a few days?”
“Absolutely not! I’ve sent out the invitations. You told me any date this month would do!”
Y/N had. And she kind of regretted it now. She’d been chatting with Gemma when Laura asked her about the date. Gemma had been devastated by what had happened with Winton, so Y/N had been busy comforting her and told Laura to just pick any date she’d like. It was all her fault; she should have reminded Laura about the Oscars.
Y/N glanced back at Harry, hoping he didn’t think she’d purposely prioritized her success over his. Because why would she think her first novel was a better reason to celebrate than his first-ever Oscar nomination?
But Harry didn’t seem vexed. His dimples appeared as he traced his fingertips along the strap of her sparkling dress. “It’s okay, Laura,” he said to the phone. “You don’t have to change the date.”
Y/N’s eyes went round as Laura hissed, “Yes!”
“Baby–”
“You’ll go to your party,” he said, “and I’ll send my ride to pick you up and take you to the airport. They won’t leave without you, silly.”
Right. She’d be travelling on his private jet.
“But...I’ll be late.”
“So?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I can manage the first few hours without you. Why should your career be any less important than mine?”
“He’s right, Y/N,” Laura said.
Y/N swivelled in her seat to face him as she took his hand. “I’ll just come to say hello to the guests–”
“And give a speech!” Laura interjected, making Y/N roll her eyes and Harry chuckle.
“Fine, I’ll come to say hello and give a speech and then I’ll come to you.”
“Deal?” His lips twitched as he gave her his pinkie.
“Deal,” she said, hooking her pinkie with his.
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.
The party was insane.
Y/N had specifically asked Laura not to overdo this, but the agent had insisted on throwing her favourite client the most Gasby party she could pull off. Y/N didn’t even know half of the faces who’d shaken her hand and congratulated her on her debut novel which hadn’t been released yet. She felt like a fraud. What if these people ended up hating her book? What if this party made her seem like a show-off? She was already dating an Oscar nominee; she didn’t want to be branded as any more privileged than that.
She kept the speech she’d promised Laura as short and simple as possible, then returned polite smiles to the guests as she made her way to the back of the room. She wouldn’t be surprised if these folks thought that she had zero personality. When it came to self-branding, she needed all the help she could get. How did Harry do it? How did he charm people into liking him before they even viewed his work? As much as she loved him, she couldn’t help but envy him sometimes.
She wiped her sweaty palms on her dress before getting another glass of champagne and finishing it a second before Laura came up to check on her.
“You okay? You look a bit pale,” Laura said.
“Well, I tend to get anxious at formal events,” Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “I usually attend these kinds of parties with Harry. He’d do all the talking and help me get involved in the conversation. He’s very charismatic.”
“I’m charismatic!” Laura said with a hand on her chest. Y/N responded with a smile. Laura wascharismatic. The problem was, Y/N was more comfortable with Harry. Or maybe she couldn’t help but feel guilty that she’d miss the red carpet walk with him. She hated to be the one to break a promise.
“You need to stop checking your watch like modern Cinderella at the royal ball.”
Y/N dropped her arm back to her side. “I’m so nervous, Laura.”
“About this party? People love you!”
“About...everything.” This party. Her 2 AM flight. The Oscars. Showing up late. Missing Harry’s category. Her book release. The likelihood of having people roast her book unforgivingly on the internet.
She had the tendency of freaking out over insignificant matters whenever good things kept happening to her. Because, as usual, bad luck would come for her when she was most defenceless and took away her joy. This time, she could feel it in her stomach.
Laura gripped her shoulders and squeezed them tight. “You are my superstar, Y/N. You are the shit. You are the most brilliant–”
“Okay, I get it, I get it,” she laughed, pulling Laura into a hug. “Thank you for tonight. I owe you so much, Laura.”
“Don’t be stupid. You saved my life. Literally,” Laura smirked and gently patted Y/N’s cheek. “Now, let’s go say goodbye to the guests. It’s almost time for you to go.”
Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. She’d been waiting for this moment since she’d arrived. People might wonder why she seemed more energetic saying goodbye to them than when she’d welcomed them to the party. But she was just happy that she could finally leave. The last thing she wanted was to show up late for her flight (Harry had said the plane wouldn’t leave without her but she hated delays anyway) and missed more of the Oscar ceremony tomorrow than she’d allowed herself to.
The journey to LA happened in a rush. She’d slept for most of her twelve-hour flight because she’d been so exhausted. Harry’s bodyguard only woke her up when they were about to land. The next thing she knew, she was taken to his LA house. She had never been there before. It was much bigger than the one in London, but less homely, perhaps because she’d known every corner of the place that was supposed to be theirs. This one just seemed like a resort.
The hair and makeup team and Harry’s stylist were waiting upstairs to make her Oscars-ready. She’d eaten quite a lot on the plane before it took off, so she feared she wouldn’t fit in the dress. Magically, she did. And she felt so silly for feeling like she might burst into tears.
When the makeup artist asked how she’d like to have her makeup done, she told them to make her recognizable. They didn’t ask her to elaborate on that, so she hoped they knew what she meant. She didn’t want to be the centre of attention tonight, especially when she was going to show up late. The only attention she craved for was Harry’s and she was going to get it anyway, with or without this glamorous costume.
Fortunately, the makeup artist did a fantastic job. They gave her simple eye makeup and red lips and put her hair up into a classic high bun. It wasn’t until tonight that she couldn’t stop staring at herself in the mirror. Harry would be so impressed.
As Harry’s team did some final touches on her face, one girl showed her some clips and pictures of Harry on the red carpet. He looked dashingly handsome and comfortable, and when being interviewed, he said he loved her and couldn’t wait to see her later. The part of her that had been feeling guilty could finally let go of that breath she’d been holding. She thanked the makeup team for everything and came downstairs when her car arrived.
The chauffeur was a middle-aged man with greyish hair and a kind face. He was talking on the phone and ended the call as soon as he saw her. He looked rather tired, but before she could ask for his name and if he was feeling well, she remembered that she’d left her clutch upstairs, and so she asked him to wait while she went back to get it. He told her to take her time.
When she came downstairs for the second time, the man was on the phone again. He didn’t see her return so he didn’t hang up. Y/N couldn’t help but overhear the last part of the conversation where he told whoever he was speaking to that he would be at the hospital as soon as he finished his job.
“Is everything okay, sir?” she asked once he’d finished the call. He whipped around, seemingly startled to see her there. “You can tell me if something is wrong. I might be able to help,” she said.
The chauffeur looked hesitant at first. He worked his jaw for a moment before he could tell her, “My daughter...is sick. She’s just been taken to the hospital. I’ll go see her as soon as I take you to–”
“No! You’re going to see her now!” cried Y/N.
He squinted his eyes at her as if he thought she was testing him. “Are you...are you sure, Miss? Mr Styles told me–”
“I’ll talk to Harry for you. Don’t worry.”
Telling someone not to worry never seemed to work. The man screwed up his face as he shoved a hand in his hair. “Should I send you another car, Miss? Mr Styles said...he said that you couldn’t drive.”
“Of course I can!” Y/N blurted, then realized how defensive she’d sounded.
She could drive. However, she was afraid to sit behind the wheel.
Ever since her accident, she’d been using public transport and let Harry drive her around instead of doing it herself. He knew it wasn’t just her anxiety of getting into another accident. Her mother had died in a car crash, and Harry had seen how scared she’d been when he’d crashed his motorcycle. Those final thirty seconds after the collision and before she’d gone unconscious, Y/N had felt it all at once. Her mother’s death, her almost losing Harry, her head cracking open and the numbness when she lay on broken glass and her vision faded to black. She could only hope she would get through her fear this time.
“I’ll take one of his cars,” she reassured the man. “Don’t worry about me, sir. Your daughter needs you.”
The man thanked Y/N repeatedly and hurried back to the car parked in the drive. Y/N waited until he was gone, checked the time to make sure she’d make it, then she sucked in a deep breath and headed to the garage.
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Harry was a bundle of nerves trying to act composed while the other nominations were being presented. There were cameras everywhere and they could zoom into his face at any moment so he could not look like he might throw up. He was here for his Best Actor nomination; it’d be so embarrassing if he couldn’t act like he was having the best time of his life.
Y/N should have been here a long time ago. Where the fuck was she? She’d texted him that she’d drive here by herself. He didn’t want to be pessimistic, but the last time she’d sat behind the wheel, she’d ended up in the hospital.
It’d been half a year since, but he couldn’t forget that feeling when he got the call. He was praying to God that the next time his phone buzzed, it would be her telling him she’d arrived safely. If something unpleasant was going to happen (as it always did), he would accept anything as long as she was safe.
The moment his phone sounded, he jolted so hard he might have startled the lady sitting beside him. Jeff’s words swivelled in his head: Do not check your phone during someone’s acceptance speech.Well, screw that. His girl wasn’t here and the last thing he would worry about was looking like an asshole on live television.
➣ I’m here.
When he saw those words, the lump in his throat dissolved and his body relaxed into the cushion. His fake smile had been replaced with a genuine one, so at least people who saw him texting during Brad Pitt’s speech would just assume he was texting his girlfriend, who was supposed to fill the vacancy next to him.
Good. I saved you a seat, he typed and sent.
➣ I’m staying backstage. I can’t go out there.
Harry’s smile dropped as he squirmed in his chair. Why? Are you okay?
She took a bit longer to reply.
➣ Yes, don’t worry. There’s a screen here. I can watch you.
Harry muttered a curse as he put his phone back into his pocket. After a moment of leg bouncing and lip biting, he decided to go check on her.
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.
Y/N splashed water on her face, which was now clean of makeup and checked her pathetic reflection in the mirror one last time before she left the bathroom. She’d been sweating so hard on the way here that by the time she’d arrived, Harry’s beauty team’s two-hour of hard work had been ruined. She’d even ripped her dress by accident when she’d nearly fallen headfirst in the car park, so going out there to sit beside Harry would do so much damage to his reputation.
Besides, she was fatigued after the long flight and hadn’t rested since she got off the plane. She’d thrown up as soon as she’d texted him and found the bathroom. So it was for the best if she didn’t make an appearance tonight. It was less intimidating here backstage. She could just watch him on the screen and–
Where the fuck was he?
Her eyes frantically searched on the screen for her boyfriend.
Where had he gone?
No, he couldn’t–
“Bambi!”
She smacked him with her clutch as he rushed in for a hug. The backstage security and a few others couldn’t help the amusement as they watched them. Y/N flashed the strangers a smile before turning back to her boyfriend, who looked so stupidly happy it should be illegal. “Jeff would kill you! Go back out there!”
“But you’re here,” he said.
“I’m not nominated, you idiot!”
“I’m the idiot? You drove here!”
“I have a fucking license!”
“Then you’re an idiot with a fucking license!”
He didn’t wait for her to rebut and locked her in his arms, squeezing the air out of her like he hadn’t seen her in years. She held him back, for a second forgetting that she was sweating like a pig, her hair had fallen loose and her face weary from jetlag. She didn’t feel any less desirable, though. She knew he loved her anyway.
“Go out there with me,” he said, cupping her cheeks and kissing her nose.
“Are you crazy? Look at me!”
He pulled back to consider her appearance, his eyebrow arched. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
She glared at him as he grinned. “The world doesn’t wear rose-coloured glasses like you do.”
His face grew serious. “You’re right. Maybe I see a princess and they see a frog.”
Too familiar with his teasing, she snorted, “Your ability to go from Prince Charming to an arsehole never fails to amaze me.”
“My pleasure.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers just in time his phone chimed in his pocket. “Shit, that must be Jeff. I must go before he finds me here.” He let out a long heavy breath and then stroked her hair like she was a child. “Can you stay here by yourself, baby?”
“Keep talking like that and people might think you’re my dad,” she said.
“Daddy.” He smirked.
She hit him again, shaking with laughter. “Go!”
“Okay, love you, idiot.”
“Love you, too, idiot.”
He kissed her on the cheek and then he was gone.
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Harry didn’t win.
Even though he’d said he wasn’t disappointed, and he didn’t seem disappointed at all, Y/N still suspected that he might be faking it. It wasn’t such a big loss since he’d been up against some big contenders. He was young, so there was a bigger chance for him to get an Oscar in the future. However, she knew the feeling of not expecting anything but still feeling awful when you didn’t get it. She’d known his chance was flimsy, and yet she had hoped he’d win somehow. She might have to wait until next year to hear his acceptance speech.
Exhausted (Y/N more than Harry), they skipped the after-party to have one at home by themselves. They drank champagne and danced barefoot around the kitchen in their nice clothes. The house which Y/N had compared to a resort soon became familiar with his presence.
Streetlights, stumbling home
To our very own, after party
Won't lie, when we're alone
You're my favourite poem to recite
Harry turned down the volume of the song playing on the speaker. As Y/N poured some more champagne, he climbed onto a chair, standing on one foot, the other foot resting on the kitchen island.
She watched him with lazy eyes and took another sip. “If you fall, I’ll let you fall.”
He chuckled. “I’m overwhelmed by your love, Bambi.” Then he shook his head and pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It took her two seconds to figure out that it was his acceptance speech. She slid into a chair and gazed up at him with her chin on her knuckles.
He cleared his throat extravagantly and began by thanking the Academy, the cast and crew and the director of his movie, then his family and his team. It must be the wine that made every word he said in that posh accent extremely funny. She laughed so hard she almost fell off the chair.
Then, he took the longest pause to consider her, and the room sank to silence as he worked his jaw before he proceeded. “There’s this girl I love. She used to be my little secret but now she’s here watching me accept my first Academy Award. She’s the reason I’m here today, so I owe this one to her.”
Then he raised his glass as if it was the award and hopped off the chair. Before she could applaud, he’d pulled her to her feet and pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her as if she was the only thing he wanted. She kissed him back just as hard, hands in his hair, on his neck, his chest, his back, his face. Her whole body was on fire. It must be the wine. She needed to get out of this dress and get him out of his suit.
Went to bed without you (While you were sleeping)
Felt colder it used to (I crossed an ocean)
And I can't wait (And I can't wait)
'Till I get back to you
“It sounded better when I first wrote it. I’m kind of glad I didn’t win,” he said against her lips as he picked her up and sat her on the edge of the kitchen island.
She tipped her head back and laughed. “At least you weren’t going to propose to me on the stage.”
Suddenly, he stopped. She blinked as he pulled away, his mouth red and glossy from kissing her. She hadn’t even got a chance to feel bad for making that joke and he’d already stepped back. The next thing she knew, he was on one knee on the floor.
She slapped a hand over her open mouth. Her mind went blank, and the music in the background faded to white noise. The thundering beats in her chest made it hard for her to breathe. He wasn’t going to, was he? But if he was, was she going to say yes?
“My beautiful mermaid, frog, little deer,” he began with a straight face, and she choked out an unexpected laugh muffled by her hand. “I love you,” he said. “And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Then he sucked in a breath. The suspense was killing her. “But...I don’t want to marry you–”
“Excuse me?!”
“–right now.”
She could tell he was trying his best not to guffaw at her reaction. She was confused and amused at the same time. What was going on? Was he really that drunk? He didn’t seem that drunk. She would kick his arse if he thought this was funny!
“I just want to let you know,” he went on despite the look on her face, “that I will ask you to marry me. I know you hate surprises and if I asked you unexpectedly, the chances of you saying no would be much higher. So let’s consider this as a proposal for a bigger proposal.” He wetted his lips, his eyes fixed on hers. “Y/N, my darling, will you allow me to ask you to marry me someday?”
She laughed out loud though her eyes were already filled with tears. She didn’t know why she was crying but she couldn’t stop. She blamed the wine and him and his stupid speech and whatever the fuck he thought he was doing right now. “I hate you.” She laughed through her tears. “I hate you so much.”
He got up, his eyes wide. “You hate me after I told you I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you?”
“Yes.”
He closed the distance between them, standing between her legs with his hands on her hips. “Yes, I can ask you to marry me in the future, or yes, you hate me for what I said?”
“Both.” She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth against his. “I love you. I hate you. I love you,” she said in between kisses. “I love you so much I hate you.”
“Tonight is the best night of my life,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “I didn’t want to win. I just wanted you to be there with me.”
“I’ll be there with you next time.” She rested her forehead against his. “And next time, and next time, and forever...”
You don't fall in love once but a million times
Waking up each morning with you by my side
When I drift away, I'll come back with the tide
I'm falling in and out again
Falling in and out again
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Outta my head
literally kind of based on the song "outta my head" by Sumi. I really love this song sm sdofgva 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
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☆*.:。.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Bokuto Kōtarō x f! Reader
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Outta my head
I hated this.
Trying to study, but the owl kid always plops into my head.
Every time, everywhere.
I hated this.
Not him though...
Can you imagine how annoying this is?
I didn‘t notice, but suddenly in the middle of class, my head banged against the table. Only the people around me heard it, and Bokuto immediately turned his head to me, looking at me.
„what's wrong?“
It‘s your fault!
„I hate this all“ I mumbled, rubbing my forehead in frustration. Only if he knew how I felt about him…
A small laugh came from where he sat. „I also hate maths“ he seemed to reassure. Yet that didn‘t help at all.
„yeah, maths is what I was talking about“ I agreed, but it came probably off really suspicious. „are you really fine (l/n)?“ he asked after seeing my troubled expression, keeping his voice low like before. I wasn‘t fine, totally not.
„I am, don‘t worry Bokuto!“ I reassured him. Too loud. The teacher gave me a glare so I got quiet.
Only after class, we got into a proper conversation.
„do you understand this?“ He asked with a small sulk, seeming not to understand it.
„I didn‘t listen“
„huh?“
You were all the time in my head, even though you were sitting beside me. That‘s what was too annoying.
I wanted to say this so badly, but something stopped me right there.
„so you don‘t understand either?“
„no airhead, I don‘t!“ I playfully punched his shoulder, in a gentle way.
„hey, only Kuroo calls me like that“ he sulked again, but in a playful way this time. „now I do too“
This buff looking guy was way sweeter than he looked like.
„meanie“ he playfully mumbled under his breath, making me gasp. „I am not mean, you are!“
We were back to our causal conversations, those childish once. Those I loved and adored. I could only make those conversations with him.
„So you really don‘t understand maths?“
„I already told you, silly!“
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In already a few minutes, we arrived at the hall he usually had volleyball practice in.
„I gotta go now, “ he said and I nodded „I know“
„you wanna join?“
„no gotta do maths“
„you don‘t even understand maths!“
„Good point...“
In the end, I agreed on watching him, maybe also cheering on him to not get him into his emo-mode again.
Entering the hall with him, he greeted everyone in there and I did too. Due to always being around this owl, I knew everyone and everyone knew me.
„You will only cheer at me today, not on Akaashi like the last time!“ he complained like a little child, making me smile. „We will see“ I replied, in a slightly teasing manner.
I would only cheer on him this time if this made him happy.
Placing my bag down next to the benches, I took a seat on them and looked over at the team. They would be practicing alone again, meaning I had actually no reason to cheer at him. But I would still do if he would do anything well. Someone had to keep his good mood up, and I would feel awfully bad not doing so.
And once again, I couldn‘t get him out of my head.
I was definitely in love with him.
And I had to tell him sometime, or else I will never stop thinking about him.
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After practice, he insisted to walk me home.
Perfect chance to tell him about my feelings.
„I did great today!“ He said, smiling proudly. „yeah, but Akaashi was also pretty good today“ I agreed, smiling teasingly.
„Hey, we agreed that you were only allowed to cheer on me!“ He complained like a small child which made me laugh. „I was kidding. But-“ I stopped walking, looking behind me. „you live in the opposite direction, are you sure you want to walk me home? I don‘t want to-“
He cut me off.
„I won‘t let you walk home alone in the darkness!“ he smiled and pulled me closer, ruffling my hair „someone has to take care of you shorty“ „I am not short, you are just tall!“ With a small pout, I pushed him dramatically away. „yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night“
„but won‘t your parents be worried about-“
„no worries, I will tell them I walked home a girl. They will be surely proud“
a smile plastered on my lips.
Cute.
„Okay, thanks for walking me home then.“  He nodded and pulled me close, once more to ruffle my hair. „of course, anything“ he cheerfully cheered, making me laugh and trying to fix my hair.
„Once you walked me home I can get you some cookies for your way back home“
„sounds great!“ He smiled a little and let again go from me, obviously liking the thought of cookies.
Damn, I really love him.
The walk back seemed to end much quicker than I thought. Already after a few minutes, I was in front of my door, already missing him. „wait here!“ I told him, rushing into the kitchen where I got some cookies out and gave him them.
„Thanks!“ He already took one bite, then waved at me. „see you tomorrow, (y/n)!“
„Yeah, see you!“ Waving back, I watched him leave.
I already miss him, and once again, I couldn‘t get him out of my head. After not seeing him anymore I closed the door behind me, then put in his number in my phone to call him. And he picked up right away. „already miss me, huh?“ he asked, with a muffled laugh, obviously eating the cookies I gave him.
„Yeah“ my voice sounded kind of relieved after hearing him.
I did really miss him.
„Alright, we can keep the call then. I won‘t hang up“ he told me, and I could literally hear him smile.
But still, even with his presence here, I couldn‘t think of something else than him.
„Hey“ I woke his attention, making him ‚mh‘
„oh, by the way, your cookies are great, did you make them?“ he asked cheerfully, laughing a little which made me chuckle „no airhead, I gave you Oreos!“ „oh“
He was still cute.
„I wanted to tell you something, but I guess I got really distracted“
„oh really? You can tell me now!“
Yeah, I will tell him now. Not seeing his handsome face makes it easier to confess.
„You know…“ I had no idea how to tell him. Suddenly my whole mind went blank, and I forgot even my name.
„All I do is think about you“
It just slipped out.
„I really like you, Bokuto Kōtarō“
It was quiet on the other side.
Now I really messed up.
„I mean-“ he quickly cut me off.
„I also really like you, (y/n)“
„but Akaashi is still better“ I playfully added, making him almost choke.
„We already talked about this topic, (y/n)!“
Yes, I really loved those childish conversations.
But even after confessing, he was always in my mind.
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AN: y’all, this is 1,782 words and idk what to tag it with, so bear with me. Tw emotional abuse, I guess? Please don’t read if it will bother you
Part 3
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Ugh, why am I so tired? And- wait a sec, this doesn’t feel like my bed- Throwing a hand up over my eyes to block the light, I sit up and groan.
“Whoa, hey don’t sit up so fast, but when you’re ready there’s a cup of water here.” What the fuck?? The boy from school sits back on the floor next to the couch that- apparently- I was sleeping on, and sends me a tired smile. What. The. Fuck. What did I miss?? All I remember is- Oh.
Oh.
“Guessing from the look on your face, you remember a little bit of what happened yesterday.” After handing me the glass, he goes back to studying me. “Wanna tell me how you ended up there?” After taking a sip I shrug and hand the glass back.
“It’s not really a long story honestly. I was walking home and heard a little girl crying in an alley. I went to help. She got away, and that’s pretty much all I remember. That’s the only important part, to me anyway; it didn’t matter what happened to me as long as she got away.”
“Why didn’t you use your quirk? I know it’s not very good for fighting, but it still could’ve helped you out a bit.” He genuinely seems confused, so I sigh and gently remind him.
“Dude, we’re still in school, and we’re not even close to having our hero licenses yet. It’s illegal for us to use our quirks like that. Besides, I didn’t need it.” Would it be awkward if I ask who he is? We’re in the same class and I feel bad about not knowing, but at the same time if I ask him.... Before I can decide, he chuckles and ruffles his hair.
“Ah yeah, I kinda forgot about that, sorry. I’m Hitoshi Shinsou by the way. And I’d really like to say thanks for saving my little sister.” I- Wait what?? “I’m sure she’d love to thank you properly herself, if that’s alright?” Still speechless, I nod and he stands and walks over to a door I hadn’t noticed and knocks. “Hey Eri, she’s awake now and she says you can come out. Just try to be a little quiet, yeah?” The door flew open as soon as he started talking and the girl from the alley runs over to me and tackles me into a hug.
“HIII I’M ERI! And I really appreciate you helping me out yesterday! I found Toshi right after I got away and he came to help you :3!” How did she say that face out loud?? I glance over at- Shinsou, he said his name is- and he just shrugs. He looks oddly embarrassed for some reason, but Eri draws my attention back to her before I can figure out why. “He beat them up when he saw you fall down! Dad was kinda mad at him when we called him, but he got over it cause he was protecting us!” Ah. That’s why. “Those meanies are in jail now!”
“Okay Eri, I think it’s time to settle down now, yeah? Where’s Dad?” As she runs off to find him, Shinsou sits on the couch next to me and takes a deep breath. “I was worried about you, yknow. The reason I was so close by yesterday is because I wanted to talk to you after school so I was trying to find you. Hell, I’m still worried about you. I know you’re quiet in school, and I hope I’m not overstepping any boundaries, but I wanted to make sure you’re okay. Is there anything going on at home, or something I can help with?” Incredulous, all I can do is stare at him. I didn’t even notice I started to cry until something wet lands on my hand and I touch my face. “Hey Toshi, can you-“ As Aizawa comes through the door Eri went out, he takes in the scene and pauses. “Okay I see. Toshi go help Eri grab a snack please? I can handle this.” Shinsou glances at me and nods, standing to go to the kitchen.
“I meant what I said. If you need me, I’m there.” After he walks into the kitchen and Aizawa starts to come closer, I start sobbing and reach out to him. He seems to know exactly what I need and scoops me into a hug and gently rubs my back. He talks nonsense until I begin to calm down and can breathe again. When it slows to just the occasional hiccup, he talks to me.
“Sweetheart, I don’t know everything you’ve gone through in the past, or what you’re going through now, but I hope you understand that- even if you don’t notice- people really care about you. I myself am one of them, and I’m so proud of you. Yes, you’ll fall down and have bad days. But I’ll help you right back up.” Wiping the tears off my face, I send him a watery smile and reach for the still mostly full glass of water from earlier. I take a drink to relieve the dryness that always comes after crying and set the glass back down before taking a deep breath.
“So, I’m assuming that Eri and Shinsou told you what happened yesterday?” At his silent nod I went on. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that, but I really appreciate you helping me through it.” When he’s not watching my face, he’s watching my hands move, as I have a habit of ‘talking with my hands’ as some people call it. “Can you fill me in on what happened after I... well. Yknow, passed out?” Oh shit, where’s my phone?? I hope she didn’t do anything when I didn’t come home. Shaking my hands out to distract myself, I don’t notice the slight glow coming from them.
“Well, by the time Eri and Shinsou called me, he had already taken care of those thugs. Glad he did it without using his quirk though, means less paperwork for me. Anyway, they called me and explained, and I brought the police with me when I came over so they could take them into custody while we took care of you. Oh that reminds me-“ fishing in his pocket he pulls out my phone and hands it to me, cute little kitten charm and all. “Your mom called about an hour after everything was settled and went on a rant before I even had time to say hello. I explained you had been injured and that one of your teachers- me- was taking care of you. She got pretty quiet at that, so I’m not sure what she was thinking before she hung up.” I wince at that, and start shaking my hand again without realizing. Well, that screaming will be fun when I get home... and it’ll be worse because a guy answered my phone, teacher or not. Not seeing how Aizawa’s eyes flicked back to it every minute or so, I remain in my head as the glow from earlier brightens. If I time it right going home, she might be asleep and I can just go to bed after a shower. I- wait he’s still waiting for me to say something, whoops.
“Yeah, she’s not the greatest mom. It’s usually like that honestly. Even if I do something exactly how she wants, I get yelled at. I try to avoid her as much as I can, but it’s not exactly easy when we live in the same house. Every time something goes wrong it’s my fault, even if she directly caused it. Broken dish? I’m screamed at to come clean it up. Bad day at work? Why scream into a pillow when I’m there.” Eyes unfocused, I don’t see what’s happening. Every sentence I’m saying, my hands glow brighter. “Sometimes I think I deserve it. I must’ve done something for her to hate me, right? And the guys she brings around don’t help the situation at all. Yeah, they’re all long term relationships, but each one brings new problems for her to ignore and me to deal with. The first one I remember after she had me, held a gun to her head. That’s what it took for her to leave. The next few are a blur, but the next one I remember, literally told her if I wasn’t underage, he’d try to fuck me. She left him a few years later, but the new guy wasn’t much better. Almost every word out of his mouth is ‘fuck’. ‘What the fucking fuck is this? Where the fuck is this? Fuck fuck FUCK’ usually said as loud as possible without being considered yelling. He stresses me out so much, but how am I supposed to tell her that? He hates cats too, and yet she insists on bringing more home. I love animals, all animals, really. But sometimes I wish we didn’t have any. I’m the one who has to take care of them, and I love them, but I can’t handle it. Seeing them makes me feel awful, and I hate feeling that way, but I can’t stop.” Wrenching my eyes from the wall, I bring my hand up to my eyes to wipe the tears that threaten to fall, but stop short in surprise. When did I activate my quirk? How did I not notice? Eyes wild, I stand up as Aizawa holds up his hands placatingly. “I- I need to get out of here, I can’t be here, I need to GO I NEED TO GET OUT-“ Feeling my hands heat as I back into a wall, I hug them to my body and curl up before the inevitable flash comes so I don’t blind either of us. Crying again, I slide to the floor and cover my face with my now-dark hands. “I’m so sorry.” I half hear him walk towards the other side of the room and the door opens again, before Shinsou sits next to me.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t help but overhear some of that.. but we’ll do anything we can to help. You can stay here with us if you’d like, or we can find you somewhere else? There’s been mentions of dorms being built at school, I’m sure Dad will push those through. But I’m sure you don’t care about that now. I’m always here to listen and lend a shoulder to cry on.” He holds out an arm and all I see is a lifeline, a lighthouse in the dark. Without hesitation I scoot closer and lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.
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Dragonball High (ft Goku)
Its the first day at a new high school. I wasn't really nervous, I loved meeting new people plus my friends Bulma and Krillin were there. We've been friends my whole life. I put on my uniform, the classic white shirt, black pants and red tie. I gotta say I don't like formal wear so I put my jacket over it since I didn't have a blazer.
"Goku, hurry up its time to go!"
Master Roshi is calling. I better hurry, can't wait to see the strongest kids there and take them on.
I grabbed my stuff and ran out my room. I grabbed my giant lunch from the kitchen before saying bye to Roshi and flying off Capsule High. The first high school that let aliens and anyone else that wasn't human learn on Earth.
I landed outside the school gate. Half monsters, animal people, aliens and humans all together. It was a beautiful site. If only the rest of world was this accepting.
Next to me pulled up a nice, blue Capsule Corp brand car. Immediately I knew. She stepped out of the car dressed in her white shirt, blue skirt, wearing a signature brown glove, red Capsule Corp jersey and pink sneakers.
Looks like i wasn't the only one changing up the uniform.
"Hey Goku."she said. "Its been so long. How you been?"
"I'm good Bulma. So you finally got that drivers licence huh?"I asked, practically stating the obvious.
"Yep and my dad and I made this beauty. Now its perfect by my standards and full of surprises."she said confidently. "So you ready for your first day?"
"Yeah and I can't wait to join the martial arts team I've been hearing about and fight the strongest fighters here."I said, hitting my fist in my palm in excitement.
"Typical Goku."she sighed. Though Bulma does know how I get. "Though there is this guy who just transferred here a few weeks ago and he's a Saiyan too."
"Really? Another Saiyan!?"I exclaimed. Great. He must be strong.
"Yeah but he's a real meanie though."she sighed. "Anyway let me show you around." She led me inside and showed me around the school. Man was it huge. But anything sponsored by Capsule Corp should be.
The tour ended at my locker which was across from hers. She said I'd probably lose the key or forget the combination so she made me a fingerprint scanner on my locker. She knew me so well.
"Hey Goku!!"I turned away from Bulma to see my old buddy, Krillin, running towards us. He hasn't changed at all besides the fact that he grew hair.
"Yo, Krillin."I said waving to my shorter friend. "So whats new? Are you in the Super MMA team I've heard so much about?"
He expression changed after I said that, like he was angry and disappointed. He looked down in disappointment, his fists clenched.
"What happened buddy?"I asked.
"Well...its just..."
"He didn't make it."Bulma said, cutting him off.
"It wasn't my fault!"he exclaimed. "If it wasn't for Vegeta..." He was so mad, I've never seen Krillin this way. What did this guy do?
"Woah wait, who's this Vegeta?"I asked. They both just stood there in silence for a moment.
"Vegeta is the other Saiyan I was telling you about."Bulma said. "And he's not exactly Mr. Popular more like Mr Thinks-he's-high-and-mighty."she said sarcastically. "He's tormented a lot of people since he got here."
"That bad huh?"
"Yep and he's one of the strongest on the team, he's beaten everyone."she stated.
"Well in that case, how bout I teach him a lesson for bullying?"I asked. "Just lead me to him Bulma."
"Hold up. I can't, Goku, class is about to start and you can't just punch a guy you barely know in the face."Bulma said stopping me in my tracks.
"Wait, are you defending him Bulma?",Krillin asked accusingly. He folded his arms and glared at her. She immediately just laughed it off as a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. "What....no, how could you even think that. Hehehe."
As if on cue, the bell rang. Karma taking Bulma's side once again. "Oh look the bell, lets head to homeroom Goku.",Bulma said, she grabbed my wrist and practically pulled me to class. I was actually unable to keep up and almost stumbled twice. Boy, was she in a hurry.
We entered our homeroom and immediately people started acting buddy-buddy with Bulma. She's probably the most popular in this school.
The teacher introduced me to the class before I went to sit by Bulma, Krillin and their friends.
I sat on an empty seat next to Krillin by the window. Bulma introduced me to their friends.
Tien, a triclops, I had to try so hard to stop myself from touching his 3rd eye.
Yamcha, Bulma's ex boyfriend, I'm pretty sure she's the one that gave him those scars as a warning to other guys below her standards.
18, she's apperently an android. And I caught Krillin looking at her funny. Whats all that about?
Apparently they're all part of Super MMA team too. But not Krillin, what the heck? He totally deserves to be on the team.
We were all talking for a while till the teacher started calling names. I was too distracted, thinking about the Super MMA team to notice the teacher calling my name three times.
"Goku!"everyone shouted causing me to fall off my chair in surprise.
"Ow.",I whispered. "Oh sorry Mrs...uh whatever your name is. Here." I nervously said.
"Goku, her name is literally engraved on the front of her desk.",Bulma stated. I scratched the back of my head and chuckled. "Sorry I cannot English today."
"Boy you're hopeless."
I sat back down as the teacher called Vegeta's name. I searched the room for him but he wasn't there.
"Vegeta?",the teacher called again.
"Calm down I'm here.",a voice said. I glanced at the door to see a spiky haired dude leaning against it. He was wearing a grey denim jacket over his shirt, no tie and black fingerless gloves. So that's Vegeta.
Everyone just stared in silence, some kid even stopped breathing once he saw Vegeta. Even the teacher looked nervous.
He walked past us and gave Krillin a glare. Poor guy almost fell off his seat. I'm pretty sure that amused Vegeta because he just chuckled then glanced at Bulma. A grin appeared on his face to which Bulma responded with sticking out her tongue. After seeing this he slowly licked his lips, which made Bulma blush and look away. He saw me staring at him and gave me a dirty look then sat in his seat at the back. This guy practically took the whole back row.
I was about to get up and talk to Vegeta when a black haired girl stumbled in. She was wearing the same uniform except with red fingerless fighting gloves and red sneakers.
"Chi Chi you're-"
"Yeah sorry I'm late Mrs...uhm...ms...sorry ma'am.",she stammered. Looks like I'm not the only one who forgot the teachers name. She looked familiar and I feel like I've heard that name before.
She glanced at me. I immediately sat back down, feeling a little weird. She came up to us.
"Hey guys.",she greeted.
"Hey Chi Chi."
She looked back at me. Her eyes hungrily stared at me like I was a piece of steak.
"Hello Goku.",she said softly. "Never thought I'd see you again."
What? How'd she know who I was and where have we met before? Well she looks like a fighter, maybe we met at a tournament. But I just stared in confusion.
"Uh. Do I know you?",I asked nervously. Everyone just fell to the ground. Chi Chi's eyes which were filled with what seemed like adoration changed to pure rage. I could literally see flames.
"Why you!",she started. "Bastard!" Woah, language.
"I can't believe you don't remember me!"she said as she punched me in the chest. It really hurt, I couldn't help but smile. Boy, she was strong, beautiful and fiesty. I just wish I could remember where we met.
"Hey sorry, its not my fault.",I said defensively.
"Yeah Goku fell on the head as a child and ever since then he'd sometimes have the memory of a goldfish.",Krillin said, stepping in between us.
She just huffed and sat on the chair next to Bulma, her arms folded.
The bell rang and we proceeded to head to our classes. Krillin and I had most of the same classes. Though I did see Vegeta a lot but he kept to himself unless he was terrorizing students.
It was lunch time and me and the gang headed to the cafeteria where I met some of their other friends. Puar, Oolong, Chiaotzu.
I left my table to get my food, the cafeteria food smelled delicious. Another perk of having rich people sponsor the school. I filled my plate but the lunch lady stopped me before i could finish everything. She even took five burgers off my tray. Aw man, now I was left with four burgers, two small bowls of noodles, 3 cupcakes, 7 apples and 1 pudding cup. I'm not gonna survive on this.
I sat back down in disappointment and everyone was staring at me.
"I forgot that Goku loved to eat." Krillin laughed. "Well I didn't, thats why I sent Roshi those lunch boxes as a welcoming gift for Goku.",Bulma said.
I immediately remembered the lunch boxes Roshi gave me today.
"Oh my lunch boxes. Almost forgot."I cheerfully said. Now I can snack after MMA tryouts. "Thanks Bulma!"
Suddenly I saw a hand snatch three of my burgers as fast as lightning.
"Thanks for the lunch, you fool."
I looked up to see Vegeta staring at me for a moment. Like he was observing me. Like he knew something about me that I didn't.
"Hey you!",Bulma shouted. "If it won't trouble your inconsiderate, annoying, high-and-mighty ass, we'd like to get back to our lunch."
He glared at her, he was really pissed, guess he wasn't use to someone speaking to him like that. Everyone in the cafeteria was soon staring at our table. Vegeta turned around, his eyes travelled around the room. The whole cafeteria bowed down to avoid his glare.
"Oh and keep the lunch. I know you don't get fed decent food and you're probably tired of eating out of the dumpster you call a home." Oh snap! Everyone lost it. The rich, preppy prodigy dissed the Great Vegeta.
"Why you little-",he started. I stood up in front of him so he wouldn't get any closer to Bulma. I knew she could handle herself but I really just wanted to see this guy fight.
"So I hear you're the king bee of this school, huh?"
"You could say that."
"Well I got a question for ya'.",I said. He grunted in response. "How 'bout we take this outside."
He smiled and followed me outside. Soon half the school was surrounding us.
I got in my fighting stance. "So Bulma tells me you're a Saiyan and that you're really strong.",I said.
"Oh she did, did she?" He glanced over at Bulma for a moment.
"Hey don't get any ideas!!"she shouted at Vegeta. He frowned and turned back to me.
"Lets see what you've got.",he said, getting into position. We both just stood their for a moment till Vegeta came at me with a punch. I blocked it then hit him in the jaw, sending him back.
"Not bad, for a peasant."he said. Wow he really does think he's high and mighty.
We went at each other with everything, well I was. I don't know if he was doing the same.
"Get him Goku!",Yamcha shouted.
"Yeah, punch that smirk off his face!",Bulma added.
Vegeta's foot aimed at my ribs but he got distracted by Bulma's words. That was my chance. I grabbed his leg and swung him around a few times before releasing him into a wall.
"Grrr...Kakarot.",he mumbled.
"What about a carrot?"
With no response he tackled me to the ground and punched me repeatedly, barely giving me a chance to block.
"Goku!" That voice. Chi Chi?
"Goku get up and crush this dweeb. Make him suffer!" Why do I feel like I've heard all that before?
"You dweeb, I'm gonna crush you."she said aftee trying to kick me in the face. I dodged it and tackled her.
"Do you give?",I asked, satisfied with her defeat. I held her arm tight and gropped her waist with her other arm in mine. Preventing any escape.
"Never!",she said. She stomped on my foot, making me release her arm as I winced in pain. "I'm going to make you suffer." She jabbed her elbow in my stomach. I coughed, clutching my stomach and chuckled.
"My you're strong. I've never met someone like you before."I, stated, still in a little pain. She positioned herself in her stance and smiled.
"Thats because there's only one of me."
Chi Chi, I remember now. I snapped out of it after hearing Tien.
"Shouldn't we help him?"
"Yeah, I say lets do it."Yamcha agreed.
"Guys wait Goku will be-"Bulma said. "Yeah, we should help him, Goku's my friend."Krillin said cutting her off.
Vegeta sent a ball of energy towards them before they could reach me. Guess, he didn't want any interruptions. I could hear their screams but knew they'd be fine.
Now's my chance. I punched him in the face and kicked him off me. I started forming my Kamehameha in the palms of my hand. Vegeta immediately followed with his own. We just stood there, balls of energy growing in our hands.
"KAAAAMEEEEEHHHHAAAAAMEEEHHH-"
"Stop!",a stern female voice made everyone freeze on the spot. Even Vegeta.
"Oh shxt its the Principal.",said someone in the crowd. I glanced over to the light purple woman, she had pointy ears and small white horns on her head, she wore a white suit, a black shirt underneath, black heels and her black hair was tied into a cute messy top bun.
She actually didn't look bad. Looked like she trains...wait the principal is an alien too!?
There were a bunch of guys in black suits behind her. Some alien, some human. Next to one of the guards stood a green dude in our uniform but with his sleeves torn, showing of his ripped muscles. He had pointy ears too and antennas on his forehead. He didn't look quite happy to be here.
The Principal glanced over at Vegeta. He tried to look tough but I could sense he was getting nervous.
"Vegeta.",she said.
"Yes I know ma'am, wont happen again."he said, his voice lowered a bit out of embarrassment.
"Hmp." She turned to me. "I assume you're the new student, Goku." It wasn't a question. She already knew.
"Uhm, yes and you're the principal right?"I asked. I lent out my hand hoping for a handshake but as soon as I did everyone gasped. She glanced at my hand and back at me.
"I'm Principal Toriyama. Goku, Bulma says you're close friends and she's convinced me to enroll you in our school.",she said leaving me hanging. "I hope I didn't make a mistake."
I frantically waved my hands in the air. "Uh no, no, ma'am, I promise it won't ha-happen again."I said.
"Good because I've requested Sensei to add you to the Super MMA team."
"What!!",Vegeta and I screeched in unison. But for completely different reasons.
"Yes, we'll be battling students from across the galaxy and we could use someone like you.",she said. "So, I assume thats a yes." I glanced over at my best friend for a minute.
"Only if my friend Krillin can join too."
"Really Goku!?",Krillin asked with hope I'm his eyes.
"Yeah you're my best friend, I'd be crazy to leave you behind."
"Well I was planning on filling that spot with Piccolo over here.",she said pointing at the green dude, who's arms were folded, still didn't look happy to be here. "But I suppose we have room for one more."
"Yes!",I shouted.
"No!",Vegeta retaliated.
"What was that Vegeta?"the principal asked. "I could easily give away your spot."
"Uh...nothing."
"Then its settled. Now-",she said. She snapped her fingers and a bunch of guys in suits came with a toolbox, a bunch of flowers, paint supplies, shovels, bricks and cement, a wheelbarrow. "-you three are going to clean up this mess and fix what you broke."
"Three?",I asked.
"Yes, you, Vegeta and Piccolo. Piccolo destroyed a few things too, earlier today."she clarified. After all this, her expression never changed. It was still cold and emotionless.
The bell rang and the principal cleared her throat. "Get to work you three. As for everyone else, head to class. Now."she ordered. "Oh, and stop calling me ma'am, makes me feel old."
"Umm, Principal Toriyama.",I heard Krillin say. "Can I help them?"
"Me too."Bulma raised her hand. "And us." The whole gang offered to help. Good 'cause I dont think it'd be a good idea to leave me alone with Vegeta and some grumpy looking green guy I've never met before.
"Sure, I don't care as long as everything is clean."she said blandly. She then left us there, with the men in suits following her.
"Aw, thanks guys."I said. Vegeta just scoffed, grabbed a shovel and began filling the crater we made, alone. I grabbed one too and went over to help him.
"I don't need you're help."he growled.
"Would you just get off your high horse and let us help."Bulma said. Vegeta just grunted and continued.
Boy does she have a way with him. If I said that I'd probably get punched in the face.
Everyone started working. Vegeta and I were filling the crater. Tien and Yamcha were fixing the wall. Krillin was fixing and repainting some benches and poles we broke. Chi Chi, Puar and Oolong tended to the flowers and plants. 18 was helping Bulma fix the wires Vegeta blasted when he tried to hit Krillin, Yamcha, 18 and Tien. Piccolo was fixing the fountain by himself, he enjoys his own company.
"Hey Piccolo."I called out.
"What?" He sounded almost annoyed.
"I'm excited to have you on our team. You must be really strong if they added you.",I said cheerfully.
He smirked and went back to working on the fountain. New school, new friends, new partners and a chance to fight the best fighters across the universe.
Yep, I'm gonna love it here at Capsule High.
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“Here, let me see.” papa!Ranmaru, kitten 1
Ranmaru hadn’t thought much of it at first but his son was deliberately avoiding him since the second he had returned home. He only begun noticing when Sousuke kept his head down and did all he could not to look him in the eye at dinner, and when he told him to look up the boy immediately said he was full and excused himself from the table, practically fleeing to his room and leaving Ranmaru in a mixed state of puzzlement and annoyance. Sure, he had never thought of himself as the best father although he did try his best whenever his children were involved, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything recently to warrant this sort of behaviour from his son.
“What’s up with him?” Ranmaru demanded after putting Tsubaki to bed. The explanation from his wife was short and succinct and led to him rapping sharply on Sousuke’s door before barging in despite his son’s protests. He settled himself on the bed where Sousuke had been brooding while hugging a pillow and had hastily buried his face in it with a squark of surprise when Ranmaru entered. He literally felt his boy stiffen with shock when he placed a large hand on his head.
“Let me see.”
“No! Leave me alone!”
Unfortunately for Sousuke Ranmaru’s fingers were much stronger than his ten-year-old neck. His tear-stained face was soon lifted by force from the sanctuary of the pillow. He frowned mightily as Ranmaru held him by the chin and stoically examined the bruises colouring his forehead and the side of one cheek. He rubbed a thumb over the black eye Sousuke was sprouting, eliciting both vocal and physical protests from his son.
“Your mom said you got into a fight at school today. Wanna tell me what happened?”
“No.” He attempted to duck back into his pillow again and wailed when it was plucked out of his hands and tossed to the other end of the bed. “Dad! It’s got nothing to do with you so go away.”
“That right?” Sousuke’s high-pitched whine of protest made Ranmaru’s mouth quirk involuntarily as he lightly pinched and refused to let go of his son’s cheeks. “That’s not what I heard. Now spill or we stay like this for the rest of the night. Your call.” 
The way his son puffed up his cheeks in childish defiance was so much like Tsubaki’s when told she couldn’t have a snack right before meal time that Ranmaru couldn’t help but pinch just a little bit tighter, amused at the squirming Sousuke was doing in a futile effort to get away from him.
It didn’t take him long to give in, much to Ranmaru’s amusement. Sousuke was still averting his gaze as he grumbled. 
“You’re gonna laugh at me.”
“Depends on what you’re gonna say,” He finally released his hands and ruffled his son’s hair affectionately. “Out with it. What happened?”
“Aki said--” Sousuke’s voice was small at first, but gradually grew louder in defense of his actions. “He said bad things about you and Mom and wouldn’t take them back.” He returned to his sulk, fully expecting to hear Ranmaru dismiss his answer as something childish and trivial. Instead he found his chin being chucked up again and his father meeting his eyes seriously.
“What did he say?”
Sousuke swallowed, suddenly nervous, his brow furrowing in recollection.
“He said… He said Mom only had me and Tsubaki to get your attention and you didn’t want any of us to begin with.” Ranmaru’s fingers tightened into a fist under Sousuke’s chin at these words but the boy was too worked up to notice. “But that’s not true! You said before it wasn’t true! I told him that and he laughed at me and called me names and I got mad so I tried to punch him to make him take it back but he wouldn’t so I, so I---”
The fury of the afternoon made Sousuke close to hyperventilating and unable to finish his sentence as his own little fists clenched in anger at the memory of the afternoon washing over him again. It was a while before he came to himself again and found Ranmaru rubbing his back in rough strokes.
“Oi, calm down. Breathe, kiddo.”
Dashing the tears of anger from his eyes, Sousuke looked up at Ranmaru in defiance. 
“But I lost and the teacher saw us and Mom got called down to pick me up and she had to apologize and I don’t know why. It wasn’t my fault, he shouldn’t have said those things about Mom. It’s not fair, he said all those horrible things but I had to say sorry and-and I hate it! It’s not fair, Dad!”
Ranmaru continued rubbing Sousuke’s back, his own brow creased with resignation that his boy had to go through something like this because of his job. He certainly wasn’t the first celebrity to have a family and he’d heard the stories of how cruel both children and adults could be under the influence of rumours and jealousy, but it still stung having it actually happen right in his home despite already expecting it. 
“Are you going to laugh at me now?”
Ranmaru’s hand reached up to ruffle his son’s hair again. 
“Nah. You did good, kiddo.”
“I did?” The wary surprise in Sousuke’s voice made Ranmaru mess his hair up even more. “Stop that! I thought you’d say it was my fault for fighting in school.”
“You said it wasn’t, right? You telling me now it was?”
“No!” He took his words back quickly, pushing Ranmaru’s hand away from his head impatiently and scooting a bit closer towards his father at the same time. “Aki shouldn’t have said those things about Mom in the first place.”
“Yeah well, can’t stop people from being idiots.”
“But it isn’t true, right Dad?” He leaned against Ranmaru who found himself putting an arm around his shoulders in assurance. “You’re okay with me and Tsubaki, right?”
“Now who’s the idiot? Didn’t I say before you guys are my kids and I’m not going anywhere? You calling your old man a liar?”
“Nah,” Sousuke pressed his face into Ranmaru’s side in a surprising display of affection. “You’re a meanie sometimes, but you’re okay.”
“Dummy.” He rubbed Sousuke’s shoulder roughly, his voice gruff with awkward sentiment. “Nothing’s ever going to change the fact that you guys are what keep me going, alright? I’m not giving any of you up for the world. You’d better remember that.”
There was a sniff and a muffled chortle from his side.
“Okay. Thanks, Dad.”
“Whaddya thanking me for, weird kid.” Ranmaru patted the back of Sousuke’s head. “No more fighting in school. Or outside.”
"Okay. I'll wait until high school like you, Dad." Sousuke replied obediently. Ranmaru felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance.
“Where did you get that from?”
“Grandma likes telling Mom stories about you when she calls. Did you really destroy the statue of the school’s founder?”
“THAT OLD HAG--- That was an accident! I was late and I lost control of my bicycle and it was in the way!”
“So it’s okay to do that?”
“NO! No destroying school property either! Don’t give me that look, now go to bed!”
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