#shinsou x oc

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I Regret - Shinsou x Reader

Masterlist: Here

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Gender: AFAB

Warnings: Fingering, marking, A/B/O quirk, arousal quirk, bondage with a belt, biting, marking, unsafe sex - not good with terminology to let me know if I've missed anything!

Notes: Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading! This is quite self indulgent and my first time writing smut so be gentle with me pls <3 Reader has the ability to copy and edit quirks! Not beta read, we die like men.

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'I regret everything.' I whined as I laid in my bed, thighs heavy with slick as I came for the 12th time that morning. It has only been an hour or so since I'd awoken to an aching need in my cunt that was impossible to ignore and a fever so hot that I was starting to see stars. 

I was exhausted and yet nowhere near satisfied. I knew I was going to need to call in sick with how painful this arousal is. 

It took me a while to figure out what the cause was. At first I thought I'd been hit with an arousal quirk in my sleep, as impossible as that is. However the more I looked into the quirks I'd copied at random that took my interest, I discovered something that I didn't know when I copied the quirks. 

Quirk: A/B/O

This quirk gives the user characteristics of the A/B/O genre, including giving them a second gender. This gives them claws and fangs that can retract as well as basics such as enhanced senses and physiological changes such as scent glands and enhanced animalistic thinking. 

Quirk: Estrus

This quirk gives the user the ability to cast uncontrollable arousal in individuals who are touched or are within a 5 m distance. 

Apparently, this included heat and rut cycles as well as an estrus cycle, the latter of which is experienced because of the quirk with the same name - side effects of both quirks. It's not helped by the fact that I was weeping out of every hole - even my ass now had a uterus and there was a third uterus with a vaginal opening between my anus and normal vagina, both with slick pouring out of them, like male Omega’s can get in the Omegaverse and it was killing me. Three vaginas was too much to contend with when all I had were handheld toys at my disposal.

'I don't have enough hands for this shit.'

What made things worse was that I was capable of experiencing a mating season as well as a heat or a rut despite not being an Alpha, which confused me. I was clearly an Omega - even having the male equivalent of uteruses.

To cum more readily I even activated a quirk that gave me both male and female genitalia but the friction, despite my slick, was starting to hurt my sensitive head and thick knot that had formed from my last orgasm, and I was nowhere near feeling satisfied. So I deactivated it and wiped my hands clean before searching for my phone with disdain.

I am irritable and whiny all whilst pining for an Alpha to be submissive towards. It's a weird concoction that I wasn't appreciating as I laid in what I now realised was a nest of blankets and pillows I'd created to house myself as I cried from over and under stimulation.

Everything was made worse by the fact that I had no clue how long this would last.

‘Is this monthly or annually?’ 

The more I looked into this quirk the worse I felt, especially as I discovered I would have an annual mating season, would go into heat monthly, would go into estrus biweekly and would go in a rut whenever someone else experienced either one of these phenomena - so I could experience all of these at once, as I was, on top of an estrus cycle that corresponds with my menstrual cycle. I would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if I didn’t remember that there are many other people who would go through heat, estrus and or mating season, meaning I would be triggered into a rut by these and could even be triggered just by using the Estrus quirk.

‘I blame Tokoyami’s mating season…!’ I groaned, ‘Then at least it would just be a heat, estrus and a mating season…’

I wanted to cry.

“I can’t take this any more.” I moaned, deciding quickly I needed to call the school and explain what was going on. I needed help with this; there must be someone with a similar quirk that they’ve known about. After all, I copied these things from someone else.

Much to my surprise, when I explained to the receptionist I needed to speak to Aizawa, I was passed to him relatively quickly.

“(L/N)-san.” he greeted, “Are you unwell?”

“Something like that.” I groaned, crossing my legs tightly, “I’m in a very… difficult situation and I need some guidance.”

“I can help you in class if you want?” he begged, “If you get here sooner we can discuss it before class.”

“I… I don’t know if I can come to class.” I basically whispered. Aizawa frowned at this on the other side of the line with concern.

“Should I be concerned, (L/N)-san?” I sighed.

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you tell me the problem first?” he begged, walking down the hallway to get away from people, realising quickly that this was a private conversation, “Then I can tailor my aid better.” I groaned.

“This is going to be super awkward, so I’m sorry.” I warned, earning a grunt which sent a painful zap towards my clit, making me flush, “I copied a quirk.”

“Uh-huh…” he nodded when I didn’t say anything else for a few seconds.

“It’s given me a clusterfuck of hormones.” I explained slowly, “I’m essentially experiencing a mating season, a heat and a rut simultaneously as well as an estrus cycle - they are different. And I’m a bit scared.”

“... I wasn’t expecting that.” he admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I assume you’re in halls?” I nodded.

“Yeah.” I laughed humorlessly, “I know, right? I only discovered this would happen today because it’s happening now.

“I didn’t think to look at the weaknesses when I copied the quirk. It just seemed so interesting I couldn’t pass it up. Even if I edit the quirks I can't get rid of what I'm experiencing right now.”

“Stay in the halls.” he confirmed, “I’ll do some research and see what strings I can pull. You won’t be the first to experience either one of those things and I doubt you’ll be the last.

“For now, remain in your room. I’ll explain to the class that you’re having some… complications with your quirk and not to visit you.” he hummed, looking over at the watch on his wrist, “I’ll try to contact you by the end of the day and recommend you stockpile some food whilst the others are gone.” I nodded.

“Thanks sensei. I appreciate it.” he nodded.

“I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe.”

“You, too.”

And just like that I breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down, hand drifting down to my painfully empty holes and clit, only to come away with heavy slick dripping from my fingers. I groaned, pulling my head into a pillow and screaming for a few minutes before going back to playing with myself, unable to hold on for much longer without some kind of stimulation.

"Do you think you'll surpass All Might?" Iida begged Midoriya as Uraraka, Shinsou and Todoroki walked beside them, "You do have very similar quirks."

"Although Midoriya has other abilities unlike All Might." Uraraka pointed out, "Like Black Whip!" Midoriya began to flush at this and began to protest when Todoroki looked over at him. 

"He has the strength for it." Todoroki agreed, smirking, "But he has me to contend with."

Shinsou snorted. 

"And Bakugou." Iida noted as Midoriya nodded. 

"We're a formidable class." He concurred as each teen entered the classroom. Immediately Iida and Shinsou went to their desks but the rest hung out in the back by Todoroki. Shinsou yawned in his seat before resting his head on his hand as he waited for class to start. He looked over at Denki and saw him seemingly deflate before he caught his eye. Shinsou blinked when he began to make his way over to Shinsou as Kirishima continued to make small talk with Bakugou. 

"Hey bud!" He beamed, making Shinsou nod his way, "Bakugou wasn't as excited as I'd hoped about the dessert." He whined. Shinsou raised a brow his way. 

"When is he ever excited?"

"I know but still I-"

“Good morning, students.” Aizawa greeted, catching everyone off guard, Denki and Kirishima and the others running to their seats as soon as he entered the room.

“You’re here early, sir?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, raising her arm. Aizawa nodded.

“I have an announcement.” he confirmed, “As you know, Tokoyami is still off. However (L/N)-san is having some complications with her quirk.

“As a result it would be wise for you all to leave her be in her room and don’t communicate with her until it resolves. It’s likely to last for at least a week.”

“So we won’t see her at all?” Ashido begged, earning the shake of a head.

“But what about food?” Hagakure begged, “(L/N)-san eats a lot.” Aizawa removed some of his hair from his face, thinking about the response, before answering.

“We might need to ask one of you to deliver the food to her door.” he concluded with distaste, “It’s not ideal but it’s imperative that all of you leave her alone. It might be best to have one of the girls to deliver the meals…” he sighed, fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Although that might not help.”

“Is she well?” Uraraka begged, concerned. Aizawa nodded.

“She’s not sick. It’s just something related to her quirk.”

“Why do they have to be female?” Iida begged, raising his arm. Aizawa groaned.

“It’s not necessary. But it would be best that all the men stay away from her door.”

“Why?” Kirishima begged, “What would require only the men to stay away?”

“Is it the same reason as Tokoyami?” Asui begged, raising her hand before Aizawa could respond. He sighed.

“Wait, why is Tokoyami away?” Midoriya begged her way.

“Mating season.” Asui noted casually with a shrug. 

"Oh hell yeah!" Mineta cheered, causing Sero to cringe. 

"You are banned from that floor, Mineta." Aizawa warned, his hair flying all over the place as he glared, earning a gulp from the boy. His words caused everyone to turn back to Aizawa, who was rubbing his temples.

“It’s a private matter. That’s all you need to know.” Bakugou raised a brow at this.

“So who’s gonna feed her?” he begged with a glare. Immediately everyone turned to Bakugou, causing his brow to twitch violently, “Why me?!”

“You love cooking.” Todoroki stated as though it were obvious. Shinsou snorted and Bakugou ‘tched’ and looked away sharply, glaring ahead of him as Aizawa looked at his watch again before divulging into the remaining announcements. Shinsou paid half attention to the announcements before he got his stuff out for English class. 

Shinsou thought much about the circumstances with (L/N). He knew she'd be fine eventually, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned. It was enough to distract him from class for the remainder of the day. 

(L/N) and Shinsou had gotten close after the first sports festival and more so once he moved to the Hero course where they saw each other constantly. It helped that she sat next to him in class. 

She'd also been assigned to be his sparring partner by Aizawa for extra training and boy did she run him through the ringer. She knew what she was doing and he found it difficult not to fall for her, both literally and figuratively.

So he was a little perturbed by the news. He knew her quirk was versatile in it's abilities since she could copy quirks, but he didn't expect this. 

If only he knew he should be concerned for other reasons.

I waited and waited until I knew the coast was clear. The only other person would’ve been Tokoyami two floors below, but he was staying at home, so for the first time I was on my own in the halls. Despite this, I was nervous to leave the safety of my nest to the point that I waited for far longer than I needed to. 

It just didn’t feel right.

Opening the door I went to walk forward, but found myself freezing in the spot at all the scents.

“Oh… my god.” I reeled, gulping.

It took me a good few minutes just standing there in order to get used to all the smells. Some were pleasant, some were repulsive. 

But others were tasty.

‘The strongest scent is…’ I realised quickly, mouth watering, ‘Bakugou’s…’ 

My scent-clouded mind wasn’t so surprised by this reveal. Bakugou smells like burnt caramel normally, so it’d make sense that I’d be attracted to it. It really was a no-brainer, even if I longed not to be attracted to the interesting scent, just glad that he wasn't here to witness this. It's not like I was actually interested in him beyond his tantalising smell.

The scent that caught my mind, however, was that of Shinsou's. It was soft and tantalising. Like a comfortable cloud. It made me relax and feel like curling up and taking a nap despite my current circumstances. 

Todoroki's was interesting as well. Minty and almost spicy, but it didn't hold the same weight as Shinsou's.

I smelt around with a bit more calm, ears twitching as I kept a listen out for anyone or anything. Other scents were interesting, like Kirishima, Midoriya and Ashido’s. But throughout all of it I kept coming back to Shinsou's scent.

I had to slap myself to stop myself from following Shinsou's scent and instead made a beeline for the kitchen and raided my pantry, grabbing every snack and unspoilable food I could before running back to my room. I was as quick as I could feasibly be. But as I went to close the door, I found myself peeking outside and down the hallway towards Shinsou's room.

I shook my head.

‘I can’t go sneaking in his room.’ I scolded myself as my Omega whined at me, begging to investigate. I shook my head again as I felt my thighs clench and almost whined myself.

“No. I can’t.” But I didn’t move away from the door.

‘... Ugh why does he have to smell like that?!’ I cursed, looking back down the hall. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was sneaking towards Shinsou's room, as though I were about to be caught at any moment. I could feel Aizawa scolding me, but of course it never came since he was in class with everyone else. 

‘This would be so amoral of me…’ 

Despite knowing this, I found myself grasping the doorknob. I cringed at the squeak as the door opened, but I was quickly blindsided by the absolute raw stench of his scent and felt my Omega trill in happiness.

From there I had zero control of myself as I entered his room, sniffing deeply as I attempted to fill my entire lungs with his scent. 

Naturally, his bed smelt the strongest. And I couldn’t stop myself from lying on it and taking a deep breath of his pillow. With little effort I could fall asleep here and God did I want to.

However, I didn’t want to be caught by a cleaner or anything, so I regretfully removed myself from his bedding, fixed it and then skulked around his room with intrigue. 

Shinsou had a very normal looking room. There was some mess here and there and clothes strewn about the place. But it wasn't dirty. Cluttered would be a good word since there were lots of personables all over the place. 

I couldn’t help rummaging through his things as though I were searching for something. But I was careful enough to put everything back exactly as I found it before eyeing the exit with disappointment. 

‘I need to leave.’ I concluded, anxiously, ‘I need to get back to my room.’ despite feeling safe immersed in his scent. Regardless, I needed to get back and the need to hide was strong.

I couldn’t force myself to leave quickly. I eyed the bed and whined before eyeing his dirty clothing on the floor with a dangerous thought in my mind.

‘I can’t.’ I argued as I looked at a specific item, moving things around a bit as I took in his scent further, ‘He’d so notice if I took something of his, especially off the floor…’

As if that was the only reason not to steal his clothing like some kind of smell-pervert.

‘Man I’ve really stooped to a new low.’ I concluded as I pawed at a shirt of his that smelt the strongest. Instincts told me I needed it for my nest and no matter how much I tried to rationalise, I found myself stealing the shirt and running back to my room to hide - from everyone and my shame.

I was grateful to Aizawa for warning off the rest of the class now that I’d committed a crime. But the way my Omega praised my decision left me feeling euphoric, especially as I snuggled the shirt and preened the den I’d created.

I spent most of my time preening, snuggling Shinsou's shirt and masterbating. It was a simple routine as I stored my snacks carefully as though I was creating a proper den to live in. And I supposed I was, given I’d be stuck here for the next however long it would be before I could go back to normal.

When I started to hear the whirl of the elevator and the sounds of people talking that was my first clue that school was over. My next clue was the knock at my door.

“We’re here for you, Ai-chan!” Hagakure cheered from the other side as Ojiro pulled her away.

“We were told to leave her alone, Hagakure-kun.” she nodded.

“I know but she needs to know she’s not alone.” she muttered before speaking up, “See you soon, Ai-chan!”

I felt myself swell with happiness even if I found myself growling at the intrusion. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back though as the pair muttered to one another quietly before leaving and going to their individual rooms. I found myself on edge, listening intently to everyone returning to their dorms or going elsewhere as I hid in my nest.

I had no idea how anxiety-inducing it would be now that everyone was back. But now I knew: it’s very anxiety-inducing. 

I managed to fall asleep by burrowing myself with blankets and pillows. However I stirred when I sensed someone outside of my door, hearing them muttering something too low to understand to themselves.

That’s when I realised it was Shinsou of all people.

I practically leaped out of my nest, thoroughly ruining it, and leaned across the door, taking in a deep breath of his scent. It was then I realised I smelt something else tasty and wondered if he’d made food for me.

My heart and Omega leapt at the thought.

"(F/N)." He knocked, "Food's here."

'For me…?'

I had to claw at myself not to open the door and jump on him. Taking deep breaths I tried to focus on the smell of the food instead of the smell of Shinsou as I listened to his footsteps recede. And only when I was sure he’d retreated did I open the door and take the contents, eating quickly before leaving the bowl outside of the door as he had done.

This continued morning and evening for the next few days and sadly I wasn’t improving despite ordering new toys and other kinky tools to try and earn some relief. I was extremely grateful for Kaminari bringing them to me, oblivious to the contents, although I realised quickly he was hoping he’d get to see me when he knocked on the door. I heard him sit down outside of it as he began telling me about what I’d missed at school. 

It was sweet of him. 

“Deku and Bakugou fought again today.” he beamed brightly through the door, “Sensei left them last because they’d take so long to fight and he was right. It ran over by an hour.” he grumbled, “I just wanted to get some food, man!” I laughed, something he didn’t hear as I was hidden under the covers of my den.

I considered sitting by the door, but I was too desperate for a release, I worried I’d open it and ruin everything. And of all people, as wonderful as Kaminari is, my rational brain and Omega didn't want to have sex with him.

Only Bakugou, Shinsou or Todoroki would work. They were my prime Alphas. 

So I didn’t and waited for him to leave before taking the box and abusing its contents.

By the time I had finished it was dinner time, and I basically sat glued to the door with blankets on me as I listened for Shinsou to arrive. 

The strength of the symptoms seemed to wax instead of wane as time went on and I realised I was starting to really struggle when I heard his familiar footsteps coming towards the door. I breathed in greedily when I was greeted with his scent and moaned at the delicious smell, feeling myself until he paused at the door and knocked. 

"Food, (F/N)." He stated. When he didn't move immediately I found myself pausing before the door. I heard a sigh before hearing him lean against the door and slide down to the floor, sitting with his knees up to his chest, "I hope you're doing alright in there, (F/N). We're all getting worried."

I frowned, placing my hand on the door. 

"I'll be okay." I found myself speaking up, "It's just really hard right now." I whined. 

Shinsou was surprised to get a response but pleased, causing a small smirk to form on his lips. He hadn't expected it and he suddenly felt pride at being the one person who she finally spoke to. 

Maybe it was getting easier for her? Maybe the arousal was starting to wean. 

It wasn't. But Shinsou didn't know that. 

"Hey Kitten." He smiled, leaning back against the door, turning towards it slightly as he spoke, "You haven't missed much. Bakugou nearly killed Mineta when he tried to come down here to see you, though. He's been banned whilst you go through your heat."

"Did they tell you?" Shinsou shook his head. 

"We worked it out. After Tokoyami leaving for the next two weeks it didn't take much to figure out that it's the same thing."

"... Right." I nodded. 

"How you holding up?" I whined, thumbing my clit through my pants. 

"Not well." I panted, "Need an Alpha."

Shinsou blinked at this, taking in the softness of my voice and the noises of shuffling happening behind the door. He quickly realised that I was struggling and felt bad that he wasn't allowed to do anything about it - no matter how much he wanted to. 

"I'm here for you, Kitten." Shinsou almost purred, "I'll always be here for you."

I felt my cunt clench at the words. I knew I didn't have enough control for this as my Omega reached for the door and opened it slightly ajar. Shinsou nearly fell backwards if it weren't for my body preventing the door from opening. 

Shinsou reacted quickly, peeking into the gap to see my hooded gaze. Immediately he recognised the stench of sex and cum as he looked down at me. 

"Aw, Kitten. You're so worked up, aren't you?" He breathed as he took in my appearance from what little he could see. 

I was still sitting, only my face and chest visible from the gap. I was flushed, a light sheen of sweat adorning my skin. It was enough that my tank top stuck to my chest but not enough to leave much of a stain. 

I pouted at him and nodded slowly. 

"Need Alpha." I moaned, my fingers continuing to play with my sensitive clit behind the door. 

Shinsou wasn't sure what to say to that. He would happily offer himself up but did she see him as an Alpha?

When he didn't respond, I spoke up, removing my hands from my pants and opening the door wider before standing up, which he mirrored, leaving the food on the floor. It was then he saw the slick that was pooling out of my underwear and down my thighs, heavily and felt his cock twitch. 

"Do you want to come into my nest?"

Shinsou blinked at me. 

'I didn't expect that.' he noted as she reached out. However, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

"Come here, Kitten." He smirked, opening his arms out. 

Wasting little time I jumped on him, him grabbing my ass tightly as he entered the room and shut the door with the other hand. 

Immediately I was on him, nipping at his neck and pawing at his shirt. 

Shinsou gasped when I found the right spot on his neck, which I began to abuse to get him to release another sinful moan. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He begged in his daze. I nodded. 

"I need you, Hitoshi." I stated seriously before begging, "Please." 

"I don't want this to be a one time thing." He stated seriously as I nibbled down his neck. However I paused my pursuit at his words as my Omega trilled in happiness. I smiled and looked down at him. 

"Neither do I."

"Really?" I nodded. 

"I've wanted you for a while now." I admitted, boldly, unashamed. Hitoshi smirked at this. 

"That makes two of us."

And just like that he captured my lips in a long and passionate kiss, which I returned readily, nipping and sucking his bottom lip. As the kiss deepened, he licked my lips, asking for entrance and I obliged, letting his tongue explore my moist cavern heatedly. 

I tugged at his shirt with a whine in my throat, earning a deep chuckle. 

"So impatient~" he teased, breaking the kiss. Pulling his shirt up and over his head, he chucked it to the side before diving towards my neck, nipping and sucking as he boxed me in with his arms against the wall. I moaned and Shinsou concluded it was the most heavenly sound he'd heard. 

"Hitoshi…" I groaned, bucking my hips into his crotch and earning a sinful hiss against my neck in return.

“Good girl.” he groaned as I bucked again, eyes rolling in the back of his head, “Just like that.”

The slick began to seep through and onto his pants but he didn’t care as he pulled my shirt up and off my body, discarding it somewhere in the den. I whined when his belt pressed against my clit just right and began to buck again, causing Shinsou to groan again before stopping me.

I did as requested despite the urge to take him here and now, but only just about and because he started to remove his trousers. As soon as his belt fell, so did his trousers.

I wasted little time in removing my underwear, tearing it off and making him laugh.

“Eager, aren’t we, Kitten?” 

“Need knot.” I begged, grinding down against his bulbous head and causing him to hiss. In response he slapped my ass, making me jump, and pulled me up so that he could slot himself just below my entrance. I squirmed, trying to sit down on him but he held me there, teasing my entrance. I whined again, “Please, Hito-!”

I didn’t get to finish as he entered me, sheathing himself up until the hilt in one swift motion. It turned into a jumbled mess of stuttering as I adjusted around his length, clenching tightly.

“Fuck, Kitten you’re so tight.” he hissed, “Such a perfect fit for me.” he complimented as I began to bounce on him. He continued to thrust up into me, packing me tightly to his body as he pushed me into the wall. 

“A-Alpha!” I cried as he bottomed out inside me over and over, “T-there!” I pleaded as he slotted himself in the perfect spot. Shinsou nodded into my neck, latching onto my skin and sucking hard as he picked up the pace. 

"H-Hitoshi…!" I breathed, leaning my head back against the wall as I tried to ground myself in the sensation. 

This was better than the toys. Even with the scent of his shirt, this is nothing in comparison; it was like I was enveloped in the smell of him as he fucked up into me. I couldn't help my cunt fluttering around his length with the way he was making me feel. 

It was euphoric. Nothing like when I fucked my hand. 

"You're doing so well, beautiful. Taking me so well." He muttered against my sweat-soaked skin, only stopping to lap it up. I groaned at the sensation, presenting my neck to him further as he started to bite. 

"H-harder. Bite me harder, Alpha…!" I begged. Shinsou did as requested, biting down on the sensitive flesh enough to draw blood, which made me trill. 

Shinsou was getting close and so was I. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, especially as he removed one hand from my ass to play with my clit. I threw my head back and writhed at the added sensation. 

"Yes! Hitoshi, please…! Just like t-that…!"

Shinsou grunted as I clenched around him, thighs locking into position as I came, screaming his name, hard. I couldn't help my claws scratching into his skin, leaving bloodied marks. And he soon followed, biting into my neck again as soon as he did, painting my insides white. 

Shinsou buckled slightly but held his ground, clawing at my ass and hips sharply as he hissed out a groan. His hips stuttered to a stop but only for a moment before he started thrusting again. 

"H-Hitoshi…!" I gasped, my over sensitive cunt not prepared for the movement. However he simply chuckled at me. 

"We aren't done, beautiful. Nowhere near." I trilled at those words as he motioned for me to start bouncing on his cock again, which I did without hesitation. 

After a few minutes of slow thrusts Shinsou pulled me close to him before walking me over to the bed and gently placing me on my back. I protested at the loss of contact, however he effortlessly slipped back in as he stood upright and pulled me to him, starting to thrust faster. I clawed at the bed. 

Shinsou found a pace as he adjusted, bending his knees ever so slightly to hit the right spot, making me mewl. Only then did he speed up his pace, watching as my breasts bounced with each thrust. 

Unsatisfied with the depth, I flipped over so that he could press into me deeper, something which made the man moan. I pressed myself into the bedding as I whined, grabbing the blankets to ground myself. 

Then I heard a clinking. 

Looking back I realised that he'd gotten his belt from his trousers. His pace slowed as he put it around my neck and tied it, putting me on a leash. When he yanked it, pulling me upright I purred, especially as he picked up the pace again. 

He continued to keep my head up as he pounded into me from the bedside, forcing me onto all fours. I reciprocated, bounding back against him as he increased his pace, making me cream around him.

Overstimulated from the day filled with orgasms, it wasn't long before I was cumming again. I bit down hard on my lip as I did, hissing out his name. His grip on the makeshift leash tightened as he neared his own release. 

"Fuck you feel so good, Kitten." He preached, "So fucking good."

His voice grew husky as he neared, almost snarling when he finally came in me for the second time. 

It was the first time I felt satisfied in what felt like weeks. I wasn't sure how long the sensation would last, but I felt filled with his cum and that was all I'd wanted. 

Once his hips came to a stop he started to massage my hips where he left bloodied nail marks. Blissed out, I moaned at the sensation as he pulled out, feeling his cum seep into my slick-laiden thighs. I collapsed onto my side as he came and laid next to me, pulling me close. I snuggled into him, satisfied and thoroughly spent, kissing his neck and face and rubbing my own against him, scent marking him further. He chuckled. 

"Better?"

I felt my pupils dilate as the sensation returned. I looked up at him as I regained my energy before shoving him into his back and straddled him. 

"Again, Alpha." I purred, grinding down on him. He laughed at this, but it was interrupted by a moan I got out of him as I began to hump against him, "Please."

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Wash Away the Storm [Shinsou] (Angst)

(One-shot to 1/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots - posted regularly on Saturdays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Shinsou x OC, Hitoshi Shinsou, Shinsou soothes the mind and soul, tragedy befalls the OC, angst, hurt/comfort, our favorite purple-haired bean, grief, grieving OC

Word Count: 860 words

Summary: Following a devastating tragedy, Ichijiku is grateful when Shinsou inadvertently helps quiet her mind during her grief.

Author's Note: This one-shot isn't a part of a series, so if you're ever looking to see what character I'm writing for, I'll give a character name and whether it's angst, fluff, or smut in the title. Enjoy!

Ichijiku (Tigress)

"Hey, are you okay? I heard about what happened last week."

"Do you need a minute?"

"You must be so sad! Why don't you go see Hound Dog?"

All of their voices melt together as I try to make sense of everything happening around me. Getting the call that my grandpa died is crushing, and I haven't really wanted to do much except train and fight to get out all of my anger and sorrow.

My friends in 1-A, however, nudge me to seek out help as opposed to my avoidance coping mechanisms. I'd do the same thing, but I don't know if I feel ready to talk about it right now.

Still, I make an empty promise that I'll go see Hound Dog to get Ashido to stop talking to me and then go walk into the forest after school. I don't feel like going home yet to see Naomi. It'll only serve as a reminder of who's not there.

"Are you ever not out here now?" A tired voice pierces through my tumultuous mind.

"Are you ever not out here in general?" I sass back, turning to the purple-haired offender with a roll of my eyes.

His lips quirk into a smile as suddenly my mind is blank. It's blissfully, peacefully blank. I've learned how to combat Shinsou's brainwashing with an exhaustive bout of mental fighting, but this afternoon I don't want to. I just close my eyes to let the darkness aid the empty feeling in my mind.

That's when Shinsou seems to realize there's a problem. My thoughts flood back and I drop to my bottom, pulling my knees to my chest and tucking my forehead on them. Why'd you stop? I think. Why couldn't you just keep all of my memories away? To make the world go away for a little while longer...

"You didn't fight back, Sunshine." He comments softly, sitting down beside me in the grass. "That's not normal for you. Did something happen today?"

Right...Shinsou's still in General Studies. He hasn't shifted to the Hero Track yet. He wouldn't be close enough to anyone to know. I debate for a few moments if I should say anything, but ultimately decide we're close enough friends at this point to tell him.

"I guess it makes sense you wouldn't know yet. Not many outside of my class do." I choke out a little laugh. It lacks my usual humor. "I got news several days ago that my grandpa died while in the Navy." I want to cry, but I don't feel like it. I don't know that I have the energy anymore.

He doesn't make a sound, but I feel the tension in his arms. There's a long pause, not that I blame him. After all, how does one respond to that?

"Did my quirk give you a little break?" He asks after a moment. His arm gently wraps around my shoulders.

"Yeah." I breathe, once again hit with serenity when he brainwashes me and my mind quiets.

"Go ahead and get out a good cry." Shinsou whispers to me. Normally, I would fight this order. Shoot, my body even takes a second's pause like it's deciding whether to comply. But all of my sorrow suddenly combines together and splashes out of me onto his shoulder. "I'll keep you safe." He says as his hand strokes the back of my head and his other arm wraps around me.

Blissful, brainwashed fog swirls in my head as my body slumps onto his shoulder to be held. With a blank mind, I'm able to find that release of grief and tears without holding on so tightly to the pain that accompanies it.

By the time all of my tears are spent, he lets my mind go but I stay tucked into his side. It's so warm. Don't leave me. It feels so good in his arms. I decide to give myself a brief reprieve from grief and imagine what a life would be like with him. More moments like this, whether sad or content, pulled close into his arms to soak in his comfort and offer my own in return.

"Do you think he'd be proud of me?" I whisper.

"Your grandpa? For sure. I'm proud of you, and I rarely admit that to anybody." Shinsou says, shocking me abruptly. His shoulders shake with a snicker. "I mean it. I don't think I've ever seen someone work as hard as you do at helping others feel better, making sure they're alright, and at the same time juggling all of your own responsibilities and emotions. I can barely throw my scarf properly. But you," He pauses and I turn to look up at him. "You learn so quickly. You have the uncanny ability to take your weaknesses and reflect on them to immediately turn them into a strength. It's...nearly inhuman. I love that about you."

His words flood me with warmth and I sigh, relaxing.

"I appreciate that." And I mean it. "Is it okay if I stay here for a little while...with you?"

"I would never leave you to deal with this alone."

#mha fanfiction #mha one shots #bnha #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x oc #shinsou x reader #shinsou angst #angst #hurt/comfort #shinsou is our favorite purple-haired child #original characters #shinsou soothes the soul and mind

[hitoshisbf]

“Shouldn’t you be with Bakugou?" Shinsou asked, a small hiss in his voice.

"Literally, anyone but me." He thought to himself. Why was it they wanted to see him again? They were the most famous candidate for dating at UA. It was almost sickening, and Shinsou couldn't take it.

She left out a soft mummer. "No Shinsou. I'm here, because I need to tell you something."

He left out a sigh, a tinge of annoyance withheld in it. "What could you want with me?" He let out, his voice nearly shaking with anger.

"It's you Shinsou, it always has been." A contented sigh relieving itself from her lips.

"Me?" He thought to himself. He took a step towards her, kneeling down closer to her level.

The girl then blushed slightly, but began to speak calmly. "It's been you since the exams." Was all she could manage to choke out.

A small aura of surprise washed over the indigo haired male before a slight smile tugged at his lips. A reassurance that he needed, a reassurance that someone actually cared for him.

"Me, huh?"

"Yep."

#Tiny drabble? #shinsou x reader #shinsou x oc #shinsou x f reader #This is purely self indulgent AF lol

[hydrangeapartridge]

Until death brings us together Chapter 4 : DEATH

Final chapter of my Ghost Shinsou x reader fic!

You can read it on AO3

Title: Until death brings us together

Stauts: Complete

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

Rating: E

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could have loved him. Would have loved him.

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

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

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

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

You’re almost there.

“Yes?”

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

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

“I just arrived, I thought you called me”

“I didn’t.. I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re definitely not real”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I would kiss those perfect lips”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me make you feel good”

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

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

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

“Say my name again”

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

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

“Feeling good?” He asks, shifting closer.

“Perfect” You whisper. “Thank you”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looks sickly pale, even for a ghost.

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

“I think it’s time for me to go”

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

“What do you mean. Go where?!”

The pained look in his eyes is torture to watch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#shinsou x you #shinsou smut #hitoshi shinso x y/n #hitoshi shinso headcanons #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso imagine #hitoshi shinsou #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bhna hitoshi #mha hitoshi #shinso #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinsou x oc #hitoshi x reader #hitoshi x oc #shinsou x reader #hitoshi x you #shinsou fic #mha reader insert #bnha reader insert #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

[julieemarine]

[Left: OG Shinsou; Right: Black Shinsou]

I have decided to ship Mizumi with Shinsou. Also, hc’ing Shinsou as Afro-Dominican/Japanese. (I took inspo from @redhoodzuko)

@insomniac-jay

#shinmizu #< their ship name #mizumi mizuiro #hitoshi shinsou #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha oc #boku no hero acadamia oc #mha oc #my hero academia oc #oc #ocs #oc x canon #picrew #shinsou x oc #shinso x oc

[hitomashi]

giggles

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #bnha oc #mha oc #sakurai wakana #ojiro mashirao #shinsou hitoshi #todoroki shoto #ojiro x oc #shinsou x oc #todoroki x oc #todoroki x ojiro x shinsou #todoroki x shinso #ojiro x todoroki #shinsou x ojiro #so many TAGS #my poly boys #kisses them

[gaecactae]

A Cozy Cloud☁️

04. Home, at last🏡

😊😊 it brings me so much joy to show you this comic, I have no idea why haven’t I done that earlier!

Well, Tenko is at his forever home from now on! Story obviously continues 🥰

#bnha #mha #boku no hero acedamia #my hero academia #mha oc #bnha oc #bnha oc x canon #mha oc x canon #oboro shirakumo #bnha oboro #mha oboro #hizashi yamada #mha hizashi #bnha hizashi #present mic #eraserhead #mha eraserhead #bnha eraserhead #erasermic #mha erasermic #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa x yamada #erasermic family #mha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #a cozy cloud #shigaraki tomura #mha tomura

[withabroken-heart]

I FEEL SO HIGH SCHOOL

shinso x reader

angst, breakup, jealousy, general heartbreak sadness

its been a month since you called it quits, and shinso goes through your instagram late at night.

a/n: keeping tabs on him is what made me feel sane, to be honest. this one is a hugeeee vent and i hope you enjoy <3

a/n: TORTURED POETSSSSSSSS

1:02 am

he knew that realistically, he’d only hurt himself. social media doesn’t snitch on you when you stalk your ex, not unless your stupid or desperate enough to like an old post or hit ‘message’. and he knew you two weren’t talking right now.

it was a messy, messy breakup. to be fair, no breakups are seamless and fair. but yours was beyond just plain messy. feelings were unorganized, old sweaters tossed all over the floor in despair, and both your accounts were completely cleaned out online. he hated deleting his posts for you. but he only did it after he saw you do it first.

shinso was starting to hate his phone. mostly because so much of it was haunted by you. old texts, albums made for you, playlists of your songs together, but there was something about his and your instagram accounts that made it so hard. it was probably because social media is the place to share tidbits of your life- and a year of his life had been with you. but its over now. now what?

he couldn’t sleep tonight. he wanted to hear your voice. he called you twice and no answer. he knew deep down you were asleep, that you didn’t like staying up as late as he did. he wondered if you were dreaming about him.

he missed sleeping with you, so much. he missed getting to snuggle up next to you and drift off in your warmth, begging you to stay in bed with him the next morning. you were always an early riser. even on days you were apart, he missed calling you late at night. he missed falling asleep on the phone with you, not caring how bad it was for his battery life to do so.

he just fucking missed you.

he wondered if you missed him too.

after hearing your voicemail play out, basking in the sound of your voice apologizing for not picking up- knowing that that apology wasn’t meant for him anyway- he clicked instagram. his friends were up and active, spamming texts into the groupchat he was smart enough to mute. he knew they meant well, asking him for the details of your split and offering to spend time with him, but shinso preferred to hurt alone. maybe its because he knew that none of the people that cared about him could be you.

[y/n]_username: smileyy

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xx_yaomomo: CUTEEEE

alienqueen: HAIRCUT REVEAL??

heartz4uraraka: BABYYYY

he scrolled through your posts, looking at the comments your friends left for you. you got your haircut, something that shocked him. you always loved your long hair. you always loved him. thats two things gone.

[y/n]_username: on the edge

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xx_yaomomo: had so much fun w u <3

dkkknari: PHOTO CREDITS RNNN

ejk1rishima: yall [y/n] would not stop slipping 😭

[y/n]_username: @ejk1rishima SHUT UP

he knew his friends were your friends too. it was unfair of him to expect them all to suddenly drop you the way he did, but he never expected it to sting this much.

shinso knew that rooftop. it was the roof of your parents apartment complex. you used to take him and him alone there, claiming it was a spot you only wanted to spend with the people you love. he knew all the little stories, like when you were eight and you threw up over the edge of the building after eating too much ice cream, or when you had your first kiss with him at 2am.

it was a spot just for you two. at least, thats what you told him.

that spot was now filled with other people you loved. he knew it was selfish of him to hope that that place in your heart remains for him and only him, but he also knew it was wrong.

he wanted to be selfish so fucking bad.

[y/n]_username: <3

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shotdrki: beautiful <3

shinso turned off his phone.

he felt a knot form in his chest at the sight. he could put two and two together, seeing you with flowers, your favourite flowers, and someone else calling you what you are. someone that wasn’t him.

shinso knew why he had to end the relationship. he needed to focus on himself, on his hero career and he knew he couldn’t love you under those conditions. it broke his heart knowing he broke yours, knowing this was what he had to do in order for you to be better off.

she deserves better. he thought.

but it also drove him insane thinking about you being with another guy. it drove him crazy wondering who out there was going to be with you. who out there is telling you they love you, who’s holding you and fucking holding your hand.

it just couldn’t be him.

he couldn’t help himself, unlocking his phone and opening your messages. he removed the heart next to your name, only so that when he would call he wouldn’t be tricked into thinking you were still together. god knows he can’t go through that heartbreak again.

[y/n]: i wanna be yours forever

[y/n]: i love you ♥️

shinso felt the memory of your love roll down his cheeks.

#bnha hawks #bnha x reader #bnha dabi #bnha manga spoilers #bnha bakugou #bnha spoilers #bnha oc #bnha fanart #bnha #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha bakugou #mha dabi #mha fanart #mha deku #mha #mha spoilers #mha oc #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #mha shinsou #bnha shinsou #shinsou x kaminari

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commission’s i’ve done in may!

#my hero academia #oc x canon #shinsou #dabi #hawks #shigaraki #my art #fanart #commission art

[yasnoavtormanya]

And this is Marie from the Villain_AU (she's a villiain and Hitoshi is a hero).

No matter how much I love Marie, I'm literally in love with her villainous version. She is my Roman Empire....Dark Empathy/DE

This is an AU in which Marie chose to go with her father to strengthen her quirk (and then use this quirk to cleanse the world of dirt in the form of dishonest people with themselves. And all those who harmed / are harming her family, well, more precisely her mother). But something went wrong and, being absorbed in her quirk, DE can be said to have completely merged with it. #DEVillianAU

#DEVillianAU #art #oc #mha oc x canon #oc x canon #mha oc #mha #bnha oc #bnha #hitoshi shinsou #my hero acedamia oc #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[kajinovaa]

Commission for Teddy; oc Moro and Shinsou having a nice stroll through an autumn forest.

Check out my Carrd if you're interested in snagging a commission from me someday!

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou #hitoshi #mha oc #bnha oc #canon x oc #commission art

[hitoshisbf]

please commission

marumaru_artt on twitter!

He did this wonderful shinaev piece!!

#shinsou x oc #shinsou mha #shinaev

[hydrangeapartridge]

Until death brings us together (Ghost!Shinsouxreader) - Chapter 1: BANSHEE

Title: Until death brings us together

Tags: Shinso x reader, ghost!Shinshou, modern AU, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Character Death, depression, toxic friendship (not with Shinsou), sadness

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

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Chapter 1 : BANSHEE

It starts slowly, insidiously; the sadness, the restless nights, the tears you silently cry at night alone in your empty apartment. It’s a slow accumulation of many little things: work becoming harder and harder, your group of friends slowly drifting apart, your family living very far away, impossible to visit with your equally impossible hours of work… it progressively sends you spiralling down many dark thoughts, reflection on your life with a lot of negativity. A particularly bad pandemic of flue in the winter have you working so many extra hours and seeing so many dead people, it finishes to put you under, your anxiety and stress levels reaching a peak you’re not sure you will tolerate for long.

That’s coincidently when you start seeing him. The man with the violet eyes.

The first time you see him, he’s standing at the bus stop near your place. You take the bus everyday, to go to work, yet you never saw him before. A new neighbour, you think at first. It’s rare, to see people around your age in this area; it’s mostly old people living nearby. You only eye him from the side, discreetly, not wanting to stare and be too rude. What strikes you first is how pale he is. Sickly so. As a nurse you’re used to see sick people, and frankly he looks very sick. Dark circles are easily visible under his eyes, even from the safe distance at which you’re standing. His hair has an unusual colour, almost purple, probably dyed. His built is rather slim, but with broad shoulders that are clad in a dark jacket, to match his dark jeans. You don’t get to observe him for too long, for the bus quickly arrives. You get in when he doesn’t, and from the departing bus’s window, you see him, immobile still, looking far away, eyes completely lost.

The second time you see him, he’s sitting on a bench in the park just next to your apartment complex. You spot only the distinctive mop of his purple hair from the corner of your eyes while you help an old granny living in the flat next to yours climb the front steps. She’s getting weaker and weaker with each passing week and you sometimes help her with her groceries too. Her children never visit her and neither do her grandchildren. It’s sad really, and you make a promise to yourself that when your parents get older, you will take some time to take care of them. In order to do it you would have to live closer to them. Maybe you could have them live with you?

You’re thinking about it as you escort the old woman until she’s safely back in her apartment. You get inside yours to get ready for work, without knowing you won’t see her again.

Cardiac arrest. That’s how she died. First aid didn’t get there in time. It was a busy night, you know it, you were on call. You see the paramedics carrying the body outside, draped in white when you come back from work. Despite years of practised detachment, your throat tightens and you have to fight back tears of sadness and exhaustion as you get inside your empty apartment. You search desperately for something to occupy your mind, but you just want to lay in bed and do nothing. Your eyes fall onto your TV which is turned off and becoming quite dusty.

When was the last time you watched a series? A movie? Went out to the beach, or the mountain? You can’t remember.

The third time you spot him, he’s sitting in a quiet cat café down-town. You’re taking a break with a colleague named Kagura. You don’t particularly like her, but she’s the only colleague close to your age, so you hang out with her from time to time; as not to be alone. It’s sad, and sometimes even lonelier. In truth she’s a little rotten; a bad influence, always talking behind your other colleague’s back. It doesn’t help raise your spirit; she makes your vision of the world even gloomier.

She guilt trips you into buying her coffee, stating you somehow owe her for covering up for a miss you made. She helped you hide it, and you still feel bad for keeping it a secret instead of being honest with what you did wrong and try to fix it. You sit across from her and she tells you all about the last juicy gossips of the ward; which nurse is supposedly fucking which rich young doctor, about the pharmacist who is cheating on their significant other on a regular basis. You try to listen, really, you do, even if every word lessens your faith in humanity. But you attention span lately has been severely decreasing. Plus you’re distracted. Distracted by the purple haired man who is sitting at the table next to the shop’s window.

He’s wearing the same dark jacket and jeans. His head is propped onto his opened palm, tired eyes lazily set on the barista who’s busy wiping the counter. You notice there’s no drink in front of him. Maybe he’s just waiting for the barista to take her break; he’s probably a friend, or even her boyfriend. You feel slightly jealous. He’s pretty; unusually so but pretty. Plus, couples tend to remind you of how lonely you are, hence your growing envy.

Kagura snaps her fingers in front of your face, drawing your attention back to her while she scolds you for not listening. She’s bossy, and she makes you feel like a child who got caught doing something bad. You feel bad about that too.

Later, when you leave the café, your eyes linger on the pretty boy with the unusual hair colour. He keeps waiting, like he did for hours, patient, almost immobile. His eyes never meet yours despite your obvious staring, and you’re almost disappointed he doesn’t notice you.

“Really” Kagura whines once you’re out of the café. “Why are you so distracted today? You never listen to what I have to say. Can’t you be a good friend for once?”

Her reproaches make you feel ashamed.

“Sorry, I was watching the guy siting by the window. He was kind of cute” You scratch the back of your head, a small blush creeping up your cheeks.

Kagura stops and turns to you, her brows drawn together in confusion.

“What guy? There was no-one but the barista and us in there” She affirms and you start describing the man you saw: the purple hair, the dark eyes; she was probably too absorbed in talking about herself to notice him.

“That table was empty” She says, and now the look she gives you is worried. She eyes you up and down, warily. “Maybe you should take something to help you sleep at night, there’s plenty available at the hospital. You’re so exhausted you’re starting to hallucinate things”

The following day you see a small article in the newspaper. The barista working at the café got ran over by a truck when she exited her shift. She didn’t survive.

That’s when you start to freak out.

Stories from your childhood resurface. Old mythology mixes with dark fairytales and you’re sure, despite your usually straightforward thinking, that this purple-haired apparition is a bad omen. You think of a Banshee, announcing death with a scream, but this time in a male body and silently. Of a cursed spirit who would lure people to their end. Even of death itself. You can only speculate about what he is, but it’s undoubtedly supernatural. And he must have some link with the deaths of both your neighbour and the barista. You saw him watch them so intently; it’s too big a similarity to be a simple coincidence.

You’re still lost in thoughts as you go home that evening and when you stop at a crossroad, beside the red pedestrian light, you see him, watching you from across the street.

Your blood turns cold into your veins His amethyst gaze is on you, you’re sure, unfaltering. He’s standing completely still while numerous passer-bys move around him without seeing him. Your heart thunders in your chest, panic taking a hold of you.

He’s here for you now. You’re next on his list.

You can’t bring yourself to look away from him, afraid if you do you will loose all control you have  over the situation. Did the barista see him too just before she got hit by that truck?

A large car obstructs your vision for a second, and the next one he’s gone.

You gulp when the pedestrian light turns green and force your legs to carry you forward. In your stress you’re hyper alert, aware of every sound, every movement in the periphery of your vision. You keep looking around like a prey on the run. Except your predator is inescapable.

You’re extra careful, avoiding every potential danger on the road, and when you finally get home safely, you let out a deep sight of relief and flop onto your couch, exhausted.

But then it occurs to you, in a nauseating wave of paranoia, how dangerous your place is. Electric appliances, flammable surfaces… your eyes roam over everything, trying to assess how you’ll find your end. You don’t eat or shower before you go to bed, your mind racing, barely feeling safe under the illusory protection your blanket offers. You’re eight again, afraid of the monsters lurking in the dark; of vampires with dark eyes and pale white skin. Your usual insomnia feels ten times worse and only after seeing at least five hours unfold on your alarm clock does it occur to you that if you are to die, leaving in your sleep would probably be the less painful way.

The next morning, your alarm has you jump and scream as you wake up. You’re still alive.

You’re two digits away from composing the full number of your chief on your phone when you decide against calling in sick. Your patients need you, and if imminent death really is upon you, you decide you want to help them until the end.

Your neurosis gets worse when you see him again, near the hospital entrance, waiting for you. You try to avoid his intense gaze, hurrying your steps and clutching your bag tightly against you for protection. He doesn’t say a word, nor moves towards you. But his gaze follows you.

Work is shit. Horrible. You’re cruelly understaffed and you have to hurry so damn much that you feel like you’re mistreating the patient more than you are helping them. So many stretchers are obstructing the ER that the unit’s conditions are violating the bare minimum of human dignity.

It’s a mess. You’re covered in a pool of blood a woman vomited on you and barely have time to change before you’re called for CPR again.

At one point when preparing the medicines and treatments prescribed for the night, you think of Kagura, who took the day off to go to the beach. Your eyes stop on the label of one particular bottle of pills: pain killers that you know if taken at a higher dose can induce a sleep-like coma. And at and even higher dose, lower your breathing rate until its stops altogether. A painless death, like falling asleep.

You contemplate the white bottle, and pocket it.

Your life is miserable. Even more so now that you are followed by the strange spirit of death (or now that you have gone completely mad….). In whichever case, madness or imminent death, ending things yourself, the way you choose, seems appealing.

When your shift ends, the weight of the bottle of pills in your bag comforts you on your way home.

Climbing the stairs to your apartment (not trusting the lift), you turn the bottle of pills in your hand, doubt seizing you. They feel like some strange lucky charm; give you a sense of control over the situation. But are you truly ready to take them? To go all the way and leave this world for another that’s unknown. You’re scared of what lies after.

You look up once you arrive at your floor, and startle when you see him leaning against the wall next to your doorstep. Your eyes widen in fear as he turns to you. There’s something different in his cool gaze when it falls onto your face; like recognition, or surprise even. His lips part as if to speak, but you don’t let him; too afraid of what he might say to you, what spell he could cast upon you.

“Don’t bother. I’ll end things myself. Tonight.” You bravely declare, looking him straight in the eyes while holding the bottle of pills in front of you like a holy relic made solely to repel him.

You’re shaking as you take a step forward towards your door.

With a somewhat delayed reaction, the spirit’s expression turns flabbergasted.

“You really can see me?” He asks, bewildered. His low voice is much softer than you imagined it would be, far from what you expected from an evil creature.

You hesitate for a second before taking another step forwards, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Don’t try to trick me. I know why you’re here. I will be the one to decide how I’ll go” You voice trembles even if you do your best to keep a proud stance.

The spirit seems genuinely lost upon hearing your words, but then, something clicks in his mind and he frowns. “You think I’m death?” He states more than asks.

“Maybe not exactly that. But something like that”

He considers your answer as you reach your door and then he looks down, eyeing himself, bringing his hands palms up just in front of him to inspect them.

“I don’t think I’m anything like that” He mutters but seems unsure.

You place you back against your wooden door, to protect yourself from any sneak attack and ask, pills still in hand. “Whatever you are, why are you following me?”

“I’m not following you” He replies immediately, almost upset.

“Then my do you keep showing up wherever I go?” You insist and his frown deepens. It’s almost like you can see the gears turning in his mind to find an answer to that question.

“I… don’t know” He finally admits, defeated. “The places where I end up finding myself… they just feel familiar. That’s all I can say for sure” His shoulders are slouched and from up close, he doesn’t look that dangerous to you. He seems lost. Maybe he doesn’t have as much control over his apparitions as you assumed. His dejected expression almost make you feel a certain empathy towards him.

“What’s your name?” You ask, not really knowing why and he looks up at you, surprise clear in his eyes. He’s pensive then, searching his memory for the answer.

“Hitoshi” He tells you after an abnormally long silence. You can’t tell if he made it up or if he just couldn’t remember.

You give him your own name before it occurs to you that maybe it isn’t wise to give it so easily to a supernatural being.  He repeats it in his soft voice, the melody of it sending a pleasant chill down your spine.

“I don’t know why I am here but I am glad someone noticed me. It was… lonely, being surrounded by all those people who couldn’t see me”

A pang of understanding seizes your heart. You know lonely, and how bad it can get. Now that you know his name, you feel slightly closer to this apparition. He’s not a stranger anymore.

“So, what is it you were trying to use to repel me?” He asks curiously, pointing to the bottle in your hand.

“Oh” You quickly puy it back into your bag, ashamed of stealing it and ashamed of what you planned to use it for. “Nothing really, it was all bluff” You force a smile and Hitoshi’s stare is hard on your face; intense like he can going to see through you. For one second you’re afraid he can read minds.

“You look troubled. I’ve been observing you and you always look troubled… troubled and sad”

You flush, feeling like he’s intruding. How dare he know? How dare he read you, a stranger, like you are an open book? How dare he notice how bad you feel when your friends don’t see it?

“So you did follow me!” You loudly accuse him, crossing your arms over your chest protectively.

He shakes his head in denial, his amethyst gaze on you unfaltering. “You often went by the place where I found myself.” He argues “But I admit my attention was drawn to you” He pauses, considering something before he continues. “It pained me to see someone so pretty look so down”

You mind goes blank for a short time before you grasp the meaning of his words. Your first thought is that you’re going mad and hallucinating him because you’re too desperate for attention.

“I’m what??” You almost choke on the words, and before he can answer, a door violently opens on your right, revealing a very angry neighbour.

“You done talking alone missy? Some of us are trying to sleep!”

Your face burns hot with embarrassment and you apologize profusely while he threatens to call the police or the psychiatric ward to have you taken care of. He asks if you’ve been drinking (which you deny) and when he finally closes the door in a curse that makes you wince, you turn back to Hitoshi so you can scold him for putting you in this situation.

However you only find an empty wall.

#shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #shinsou x oc #mha shinso x reader #mha shinso hitoshi #bnha shinso hitoshi #bnha shinso x reader #ghost story #mha x reader #bnha x reader #ao3 shinsou #hitoshi shinso imagine #hitoshi x you #hitoshi x y/n #hitoshi shinso headcanons

[stevlong]

Fanart of my favorite shipp!

unwatermarked image on patreon. more wallpapers will be uploaded soon.

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#shinsou x deku #deku fanart #bnha shinsou #shindeku #my hero academy oc

[cozm0]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ characters i write for ₊˚⊹

Welcome to my "characters i write for" list! Please don't ask for characters that are not on the list, they're not there for a reason. More characters will be available & added to the list whenever I feel like it or feel comfortable enough to add them or some may be also taken away depending on how I feel ! (back to NAVIGATION)

UPDATE: As of right now I have made the decision to only write for the characters I have under BSD & Genshin. This is partially because I have never taken requests so I just wanna give myself a smaller list to focus on but mainly because I have kinda lost interest in those 2 fandoms as of right now. I may put them in the bottom list later but for now I'll just leave this notice up here. Or I may also replace them with the Twisted Wonderland characters (but again that makes a longer list so idk-)

Bungo Stray Dogs (bsd)

Osamu Dazai

Chuuya Nakahara

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

My Hero Academia (mha/bnha)

Hitoshi Shinso

Shota Aizawa / Eraser Head

Shoto Todoroki

Creepypasta

Ticci Toby

Eyeless Jack

Bloody Painter

Genshin Impact

Diluc

Kaeya

Xiao

Zhongli

Baizhu

Ayato

Scaramouche / Wanderer

Kaveh

Al Haitham

Freminet

Neuvillette

Potential future charecters

"Currently I do not write for these characters whether because I think I will be overwhelmed with the already big list of other characters, because I don't fully understand how to write those characters (which tbh I don't fully understand and/or over think most of the others but shh jxchfu-) and/or I just don't feel like it at this current point in time. Non ofthis charecters are guaranteed to be added etheir but it's a possibility. Their also not in any particular order"

Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)

Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland)

Idia Shroud (Twisted Wonderland)

Riddle Rosehearts (Twisted Wonderland)

Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland)

Lilia Vanrouge (Twisted Wonderland)

Silver (Twisted Wonderland)

Ace Trappola (Twisted Wonderland)

Deuce Spade (Twisted Wonderland)

Leviathan (Obey Me)

Belphegor (Obey Me)

Satan (Obey Me)

Hua Cheng (Heaven Official's Blessing/Tgcf)

Hawks (Mha/Bnha)

Present Mic (Mha/Bnha)

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Mcu)

"Human"/Android! Bonnie (tgis will problem be from my Fnaf au that I will tallk about at some point or another once I flesh it out more)

Other "human"/android! Animatronics, I haven't decided yet

Vincent/Purpled guy (a mix of mainly the like rebornica / old fanon Purple guy + like my own au)

More of the fnaf night guards from my AU

Hiccup (Httyd)

Jing Yuan (hsr)

Dan Heng (hsr)

Blade (hsr)

Dr. Ratio (hsr)

Aventurine (hsr)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x male reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x oc #bsd dazai #bsd osamu dazai #dazai osamu #bsd dazai x reader #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd akutagawa #bsd akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x reader #mha #mha x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou hitoshi #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #cozm0talks

[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

call it what you want

ATTENTION MY DEAREST READERS!!!! the character Jordan is NOT my original character, but an oc of the one and only @kotoprincesa !!! thought it would be fun to have a cutsy oc, so thank you koto!! i love ur oc🫶🫶

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THIS EP WAS SO FUN TO WRITE OMGGGGGG and the next couple chapters are a complete 360 from this so…enjoy it while u can

i hope everyone is still enjoying, i promise the next chapter is gonna be JUICY i alr have the title and UGH i’m so excited for the pain

as always i’m here if you have any questions or just random thoughts! i’m very easily entertained

also stream Hozier’s new song Unknown / Nth okay byeeeeeee

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- toshi and denks are so gay your honor

- shopping hauls are a REGULAR in this chapter

- iida was very patient with ko

- in fact he’s an amazing shopper like he’s so chill but he also takes it so seriously

- (i like to head cannon he mellowed out after high school/college lmfao)

- ko has a new job!!! be proud of her!!! clap!!! she’s working with children!!!!

- everything is a race/competition in their friend group it’s so funny😭😭

- that’s honestly how sero got the guts to ask out Jordan bc denks beat him so he had to make sure bkg didn’t win

- obvs mina and kiri won

- I LOVE THOSE SPIDER-MAN MEMES HELP

- #Tenyafanclub

- i cannot imagine what queer photographers and model are going thru rn dear lord

- URANUS

- katsuki is such a good person to rage rant with, so much so yn called him later that night after their hang out and raged some more (he was smiling the whole time)

- KATS SAYING GOOD GIRL. i may be nonbinary but LAWRD help me

- i was this🤏 close to having yn post a meme that said “my coochie is tingling” but i didn’t want another “community labels threat” 🙄🙄🙄

- sero is living and i’m here for it

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