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Movie Magic [Aizawa] (Fluff)

(One-Shot 9/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)

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Tags: Aizawa x OC, Pro Hero Eraserhead x OC, Shouta Aizawa, Original Female Character, Ichijiku Aoki, Aizawa Fluff, Protective Shouta Aizawa, Tired Shouta Aizawa, Aizawa is Good at Feelings, Aizawa is a Good Significant Other, Movie Nights are the Best Nights, OC is an Empath, Aizawa is a Logic Boy, Let's See What Happens

Word Count: 1,052 words

Summary: Ichijiku has a domestic night in with Shouta watching a movie. It results in tears and comfort, as well as a few surprises.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Soft, serious music echoes through the house as Shouta and I curl up on the couch. I absently throw a handful of popcorn in my mouth every few minutes, invested in the fate of my fictional friends. I don’t even realize I’ve involuntarily tucked my cold feet between Shouta’s bare calves.

“Gah! What are you doing?”

“...my feet are cold.”

“Those are your feet?” He chuckles and lifts the covers, tossing some more over us to make sure I’m thoroughly covered. “I thought those were ice cubes. Why didn’t you say something? I can turn the heat up.”

“No! I want you to stay here.” I pout, before giggling when he snuggles closer. “Thank you, love.”

He swipes a piece of popcorn from my bowl and I stick out my tongue at him, before tilting it back to him.

“You want some more?”

“Hm? Oh, no. I just took a piece as payment for my service acting as a space heater.” He teases, kissing my cheek and rubbing his thumb over my side.

We’re both distracted as the music on screen turns intense and dramatic. My chewing stops as I hone in on the dramatic fight between my favorite character and the antagonist. I exhale deeply when the worst seems over and my character makes it out mostly unscathed.

I set my popcorn bowl aside when another wave of fighting ensues, and I grip Shouta’s hand, my heart thumping fearfully in my chest as I fear for the worst. The movie’s almost over. No. It’s closing in on the end and he’s outnumbered. He can’t die!

When I see his best friend pop up on the screen I know it’s over. My tears start their descent. No, he’s going to sacrifice himself! Stop! He shoves his sword into the spaceship to send him and the remaining aliens up into the atmosphere, leaving his friend safe and unmarred.

His eyes close and the camera pans out in slow motion as bright light turns the screen white. When it fades to black, the next scene shows us a group in black gathered around a grave.

“NO!” I cry. “That’s not fair!”

Shouta pulls me close to him while I watch the funeral through blurry tears. I hug his side tightly and I whimper softly until the credits roll. Only then do I tuck my face in his chest and wail out my sorrow. Shouta’s chest shudders through his own emotions, but even when it eventually ceases I’m still crying.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay, Kitten.” He coos, coaxing my head up to run his fingers through the sides of my hair.

I sniffle through my clogged nose and try to get quieter. It results in a trembling of my chest.

“I’m sorry…” I cough. “I’m sorry for being too emotional.”

“That’s not anything to be sorry for. You impress and inspire me every day with just how compassionate your heart is.” He caresses my cheek, his brown eyes rimmed red. “He was your comfort character. I’m not surprised his death hit so hard.”

“I was hoping that of all the characters he would be the one to survive!” I whine. “There were thirty other main characters to choose from!”

“I know, Kitten.” He frowns. “I understand more than you know.”

“I know, Shouta-kun.” I kiss his cheek, knowing exactly who he’s referring to. “Will you hold me for a bit?”

“I’ve been holding you,” He jokes to lighten the mood. It sounds more amusing because of his dry tone.

After a cool down and some much needed cuddles, I sigh into his neck and start moving off of him. I grab my popcorn bowl to take to the kitchen and tug Shouta’s hand to signal him to follow.

“Do you want me to make some kake udon for dinner?” I call, dumping the popcorn kernels and setting the bowl in the sink.

“You don’t have to. We had popcorn and snacks for the movie. I know making the dashi takes a bit.” He hugs me from behind and kisses my cheek. “I’ll be right back. Bathroom.”

“I’ll make some. I’m feeling a bit peckish and it’ll mean you have something for lunch tomorrow.” I decide, warming under his attention. When he heads to the back, I start preparing the dashi.

It’s only been cooking for a few minutes when I hear his footsteps down the hall. I turn to the sink to wash out my bowl while I wait for the kombu to boil. When his footsteps reach me, I turn around.

“Do you want–oh my gosh, what are you doing?” I gasp, taking a step back when I see him on his knee.

The world seems frozen in time as he smiles and pulls out a small box. He pulls open the top to reveal a simple but stunning diamond ring, just my style. I cover my mouth as my eyes widen.

“Ichijiku, you know…I wasn’t planning on asking you, but I’ve come to realize life is short. I wanted to make this moment more surreal to match your ethereal beauty in all ways, but I can’t wait anymore. We’re both heroes, we never know when we’ll breathe our last. So, Ichijiku Aoki…” He takes a deep breath with glistening vulnerable eyes. “Will you marry me?”

I forget to breathe. Carefully, I kneel down and pull him in my arms, squeezing him as tightly as I dare.

“Yes.” I breathe. “Yes, Shouta, of course I’ll marry you.”

His heavy breath rattles through both of us as he sighs in relief, arms tightening around me.

“I’m so glad.”

When we pull back, he slides the ring on my finger and I stare at it in awe. I cup his face in my hands and kiss him. We gaze at each other, smiles painting a glow around us as the world falls away. Shouta and I are all that exists.

At least until a hissing sound reminds me that my kombu is boiling over.

“Ah! The dashi!” I screech, pulling back and heading over to turn down the heat and add katsuobushi.

Shouta laughs and gets back on his feet to return to my side. He rests his head on my shoulder.

“Ichijiku Aizawa has a nice ring to it.” He hums.

“It does.”

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Mind Over Mischief [Kaminari]

(One-Shot 8/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)

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Tags: Kaminari x OC, Pro Hero Chargebolt x OC, Denki Kaminari, Original Female Character, Ichijiku Aoki, Kaminari and Kirishima are Besties, Kaminari Angst, Saving Original Character, OC is In Trouble, Because She Saved Kaminari, And I Mean Who Wouldn't, But Now She a Little Silly, And Kaminari a Little Dumb, So Here We Are

Word Count: 1,810 words

Summary: While Chargebolt and Tigress are fighting a group of villains, Tigress takes a hit for Chargebolt. It results in a concussion and Kirishima having to stand guard.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

It’s overcast and smells like lavender the day I lose my mind. Denki draws a bath with lavender epsom salts prepared after the humid day of patrolling results in a grimy, sore body.

“C’mon, Ichichan, Shinsou said the smells would help.” He pulls on my arm. “Please?”

I stand and stare at the tub of water, unmoving. Denki pulls me again and I shift forward a few steps.

“Ichi, please.” His hand caresses my cheek.

I tilt my head as I look at him. Lavender invades my nostrils and my head throbs with splitting pain, pulling a shriek from my chest. Denki tries to soothe me, but it’s too late.

My head cracks against the sink before darkness swallows me.

. . . . .

5 hours earlier. . .

“Chargebolt, how many volts do you think you’ve got left?” I bark across the street, flipping around the large teddy bear villain in front of me.

“Ehh…heh…a couple hundred…or twelve.” His laughter tells me all I need to know as he bobs and weaves around his attacker.

He’s getting low on energy. A few more low-level bursts or one high-level and he’s done! We have to figure out how– But there’s no time to think. Teddy Bear lands a hit that sends me careening back into a nearby bench. Pain crackles all through my back, but I grunt and force myself to my feet.

“Don’t you know when to quit?” Teddy Bear laughs, suddenly pinning me down. My muscles strain and I grit my teeth to keep his weight from crushing me. “You ever heard of mind control, kid? Once your electric friend goes stupid, his mind’ll be easier for my pal to take over with just one dart! And you’re gonna lay here and watch!”

Like hell I am! I twitch under his weight before unleashing a roar through my mask. As expected, my quirk compels him to run. I’m freed from my prison, and as soon as I see Denki in the sights of a man with a dart, I bolt across the street and shove him to the ground.

“Chargebolt, you have to call Cranium for help. This guy can–” I stop.

Denki looks at me with horror, before rushing the guy throwing darts.

“Attack him.” The man smirks.

I do. No! No, stop! We can’t do this. Not to Denki! How do we stop it? There’s got to be some rules. Denki, call Cranium! I plead in my head, while my body leaps at him. I’ve got him pinned and he starts begging.

“Tigress, please! It’s me!”

Seeing his pleading face, I focus hard on keeping my body still. I can’t fully shake the mind control, but I manage to stall myself long enough for Denki to turn the tables and get me on my back.

“Cranium? Yes! You’re in the area?” Denki’s phone is out and he’s shouting directions to Shinsou as Teddy Bear and his pal tear down the street. “Tigress was hit with a dart. Come find us when you’re done, please!”

With no directions to follow, I sigh and look up at the sky overrun by clouds.

“Tigress, come on.” Denki slowly starts moving off of me. When I make no movement, he pulls at my arm to help me up. “Tigress? Sweet! I guess you’re better now, huh?”

I stare wordlessly at him. He extends a hand to me, which I take.

“Are you okay?” He asks, leading me down the street.

A few civilians watch on, whispering as their eyes stay focused on the two of us. I don’t say a word, following the trail of our two attackers.

“I know that must have been tough. But you can’t just keep it all bottled up, you know? You gotta let it all out of you, otherwise you’ll just explode.” Denki nudges me. “You know you can talk to me, love. We’re in this together.”

Still, I say nothing. I look down at my feet as I trudge forward with him. Right, left, right, left. If I could answer you, I would. But I took that dart in the leg, and now I’ve failed you. Don’t be so hard on yourself, Little One.

Silence stretches between us until we see a familiar tangled mess of purple hair walking in our direction. His mask covers his face, but it doesn’t hide the concern on his expression.

“Chargebolt! I’ve got those two under control. They weren’t much of a threat once I used my quirk.” Shinsou takes a step closer to me and looks me over. “It looks like Tigress doesn’t have any directions to follow, but right now that means she’s just a hollow shell. She won’t be a threat, but we need to find a way to bring her mind back.”

“Huh? I thought she was fine? She’s been kinda quiet but…” Denki turns to me and clarity dawns on him. “Oh, shit. How are we going to bring her back? Will she be stuck like this forever?”

“Unlikely. Worst case scenario? It’s long-term and takes a while for the dart to wear off. But I’ve learned a few things from my own quirk about what helps people take back control.” Shinsou waves a hand in front of my face. I mimic the motion. “Yeah. She’s basically just copying our motions at this point. Let’s get her somewhere safe before I start telling you how to help. Too many civilians right now.”

. . . . .

For the next few hours, I’m left in Denki’s agency under the watchful eye of Kirishima.

“She’s not a threat right now, but at least until I finish up my patrol, can you keep an eye on her? I’m hoping the quirk wears off, but I don’t want to take a chance of leaving her without a guardian in case the opposite happens.” Denki runs his fingers through my hair as I scout the lobby.

“Dang, this sucks. So, she can’t recognize us anymore?” Kirishima frowns.

“She can recognize us, but she’s not in control of her body functions.” Shinsou reassures. “It’s similar to my quirk. Your mind is still your own for the most part. I don’t control your thoughts, just your actions.”

“So she has to watch herself be a completely different person?!”

“In essence, yes. But once we get done with patrol, we’ll go to the store and Chargebolt can grab some items to help with her status. Try talking to her about things only the two of you would know. It might help her break the control easier.” Shinsou advises.

And then they’re gone.

Kirishima remains quiet and awkward after the two heroes leave. I sit obediently in my chair. Every few moments my body instinctively glances around, but otherwise I’m motionless.

“Hm, this is really weird to witness. Usually you’re so mobile!” Kirishima finally sits beside me, crossing his arms. “Hey! Remember that time you were getting so excited during our Mario Kart tournament that you knocked over Bakugo’s tea? I’ve never seen him look so guilty for yelling at someone when you started crying! But boy did he pay for it later when you let loose your tiger on him.”

I blink at him with a neutral expression. I remember! I felt so bad for knocking it over. I think that’s why I didn’t mind ripping him a new one later.

It goes like this for a while until Shinsou and Denki return. Denki disappears for a few minutes in the back and then walks out in his casual attire. Shinsou hands Kirishima several bags.

“This is for Chargebolt. Make sure he gets these when he comes out. I have to head out, but I’ll keep you updated if he doesn’t.” Shinsou fist bumps Kirishima before stepping out.

When Denki makes it to my side, Kirishima hands him the bags.

“Shinsou told me to give these to you. Do you need help getting her home?”

“Nah, I should be fine. I want to try these remedies right away.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. Keep me updated, okay?”

. . . . .

Present

It’s overcast and smells like lavender the day I lose my mind. Denki draws a bath with lavender epsom salts prepared after the humid day of patrolling results in a grimy, sore body. That stupid Teddy Bear gave me a run for my money. He hit so hard! Ugh.

“C’mon, Ichichan, Shinsou said the smells would help.” He pulls on my arm. “Please?”

I stand and stare at the tub of water, unmoving. Denki pulls me again and I shift forward a few steps. Come on, please! We have to get back in our right mind.

“Ichi, please.” His hand caresses my cheek. A muscle twitches in my cheek and my finger spasms.

I tilt my head as I look at him. Lavender invades my nostrils and my head throbs with splitting pain, pulling a shriek from my chest. Denki tries to soothe me, but it’s too late.

My head cracks against the sink before darkness swallows me.

When I wake up, I grunt and look over to find Recovery Girl at my bed.

“She has a mild concussion it seems like, so make sure you notify me the second she wakes up.” She tells Denki.

“Denki…?” I whimper, blinking. How did I get here?

“Ichichan!” Denki rushes to my side and grabs my hand. “You’re back! You can talk again!”

Talk again? What…wait! I wince as memories from earlier flutter through my mind. I struggle, but I raise my arm and flex my fingers.

“I can…move.” I sigh happily, before sharp pain sparks through my temple. “Is the mind control why my head hurts?”

“Mind control? You didn’t tell me about that, Denki!” Recovery Girl smacks my husband with her cane. “You didn’t think that it was pertinent to tell me that whenever she had a concussion?!”

“I didn’t think about it!” Denki shields himself. “I was already worried.”

For the next few moments, Recovery Girl goes through a series of questions with me. Apparently, they’re meant to test my short-term and long-term memory, as well as my ability to complete complex tasks. When I pass those, I’m told to walk down the hall of our house.

“With some rest, she should be fine, Denki.” Recovery Girl says at the end of it all. “But keep an eye on her and make sure she’s not doing strenuous tasks.”

“Got it!”

Once she steps out, I instantly find Denki’s chest to sink into. My arms squeeze him tight.

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t you, lovely. I’m not holding it against you.” Denki sighs in relief and then pulls back to kiss my forehead. “The lavender must have worked then. What do you have that smells like lavender?”

“It’s in the pillow mist you use to help you fall asleep.”

“How’d you know that?”

“I hug your pillow when you’re gone and I miss you.”

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Comfort Pillow (Dad Sukuna)

(Part 3 of Cursed, Not Cute.)

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Tags: Dad Sukuna, OC Child, Nightmare Comfort, Protective Sukuna, Soft Sukuna, There May Be Tears, He May or May Not Sing to Her

Word Count: 658 words

Summary: After a brush with death, Besu's confronted by nightmares. She seeks her father for comfort.

Blood.

Swimming.

Gasping.

Choking.

Drowning.

Screaming.

A wailing shriek tore past Besu’s lips as her eyes flooded with moonlight through her window. She clutched her throat and scrutinized the room. No…her room.

Vivid images of threatening blades and strangling hands haunted her as consciousness returned. Panting, she sat up and whipped her head around - a final once over to seek out intruders. Her knees hugged her chest and her comforter enveloped her, shielding her from the dangers of the world.

Are you alright, Little One? Baekho chuffed.

“There’s too much blood.” Besu choked on her words, shoving her palms into her eyes to black out the carnage hiding behind her eyelids. “”It hurts. I want my daddy.”

Go to him.

And though she knew her father would refuse her, the dark, encroaching fingers from her nightmares were a lot scarier than her father’s wrath.

Sukuna slept fitfully through Besu’s screams...normally. After her attempted murder, however, the sound broke through his dream fog and he grunted as his eyes opened. As soon as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he heard a knock at the door.

“Come in.” He called, sitting up and dragging his fingers through his hair.

Besu crept into the room, eyes barely contained in her trembling frame.

“Da–...Father?” She whispered. “M-May I come sleep with you?”

Father denoted respect and a distance between the two of them. A distance he’d fought to maintain up until he’d realized he didn’t have the heart to kill her. He’d quickly put an end to her use of Daddy or Dad. Such childish prattle was not fitting for the Princess of Curses.

“What have I done to make you think that’s acceptable?” He told himself he’d sound more intimidating if he weren’t so sleepy,

The softening of his heart couldn’t be stopped as she stared at him, so afraid and dependent on his protection.

“I had a nightmare…I’m scared.” She took a step forward, testing the waters.

“What sort of nightmares?”

“There was blood. I was choking and dying.” She fingered the dark red comforter, only a movement away from him. “Can I please sleep here tonight?”

“Besu…” He sighed, but sleep weighed heavy on him.

“Please, Father?” She begged, touching his hand and giving him an astonishing pair of kitten eyes.

“sigh…this one time.”

One time or not, Besu hopped into his bed and snuggled into the protective warmth of his chest as if she’d done it her whole life. Sukuna, for his part, found himself stunned. Feeling Besu’s little body holding onto him so tight, he instinctively sheltered her in his four arms. Before he could stop himself, his lips pressed firmly against the top of her head.

Have I grown so soft? He thought irritably, rocking her back and forth. Almost instantly, her shaky breaths stretched out into a steady, deep rhythm until her full weight rested against him.

“Why is it so difficult to hate you?” He huffed, curling his fingers through her hair. His harsh, sadistic nature subsided as he gently worked his digits through each tangle he found. “I’ve always been alone and perfectly capable of vile acts on my own. You and I have trained to make sure you were a child born with the most evil intentions. How have you managed to tame this feral heart?”

Besu snoozed on as Sukuna whispered his dilemma, the only time he’d ever allow himself to admit these things to her. And as she slept, he sang mellow baritone notes.

“King of Curses, King of Woe.

Exiled by the crowd below.

Found an angel in your path;

the one exception to your wrath.

Broken man, you used to be,

now a curse, a roaring sea

of arrogance and feral rage.

Keep your feelings in a cage.

Now she’s here, a warm and glowing light.

Warming me, the cold eternal night.

You could make me right…”

Sukuna’s voice broke off, choking on the last line. His eyes sparkled with starlight as tears shimmered against his cheeks. He leaned his head down to Besu’s sleeping ear.

“You could make me whole.”

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King of Curses, King of Woe (Dad Sukuna)

(Part 2 of Cursed, Not Cute.)

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Tags: Dad Sukuna, OC Child, Mildly Out of Character?, I Mean I Tried, Antagonist OC I Created is Kind of a Jerk, Sukuna is a Little Shit, Protective Sukuna, Also There's a Tiger

Word Count: 1,424 words

Summary: To no one's surprise, someone takes notice of Sukuna's uncharacteristic affection towards his daughter. To Besu's surprise, she wakes up with a knife at her throat.

“Relinquish your kingdom to me, or I’ll slit your daughter’s pretty little throat.” Minato smirked as he stood at the bottom of Sukuna’s throne.

Sukuna felt a growing anger kindle in his bones. He knew this would happen, and might have felt a little fear if he weren’t such a powerful sorcerer. The young pup at the base of the stairs amused him more than anything.

“How cute.” He laughed, slashing Minato’s army of guards with a twitch of his fingers. “You dare walk in here and think you hold any sort of sway over me?”

“It’s become clear that your daughter has become your habitual exception from destruction during your evil reign. So, either you give up your kingdom, or you give up your daughter.” Minato stood firm, but his bottom lip quivered. “A group of my men already have knives at her throat by now. Even you with all your power could not save her. So choose, or–”

Minato’s head slid slowly from his shoulders, leaving blood to paint the throne room floors. Sukuna disappeared from the room and in all his great speed seemed to teleport to Besu’s room, only to be met with a floor coated in a familiar red liquid.

Crimson droplets stained the disheveled, pink comforter. Her toys looked like they’d been ransacked and several of them shattered against the wooden floors. In the time it took to blink, he opened the closet, rooted under the bed, and checked behind her dressers, but her body was nowhere to be seen.

No. No! His dark heart throbbed in his chest as red marred his vision. A tornado of familiar cursed energy invaded his senses, screaming for help from the balcony. With the wrath of a thousand suns he ripped the door from its hinges and roared to announce his presence.

Time stood still and he held his breath. He’d been expecting a large group of men and that’s exactly what he found. But he didn’t expect to find his daughter standing in the middle of their fallen corpses, blood painting her skin as she trembled and looked up at him.

“Besu?”

. . . . .

Besu Sukuna did not fear death. Death loomed over her as a constant threat ever since she was old enough to train with her father. She’d felt the grim halt of the world as her father stabbed her through the heart and restored her in the same breath.

So, when she woke up to a knife digging into the supple skin of her throat, she thought her father had finally chosen to end her. But as it quickly turned out, it was not her father.

“Don’t make a fuss now,” A deep voice barked. “Get up!”

The room overflowed with men in uniforms. Several pairs of hands pulled her out of her bed, where she stood with her head high. Two men on each side grabbed a set of her arms to restrain her, and the man with the knife to her throat glared at her.

“Hate to tell you, Princess, but you’re going to die tonight.”

“What quarrel do you have with my father?” She asked simply.

“That’s no business of yours.”

“I have a right to know why I’m dying, you weak fop.”

More pressure dug into her skin. He flashed his teeth at her, but she met his gaze with a hard look that rivaled her father’s.

“Hiroshi, don’t–” A soldier reached out his hand, then jerked it back when the leader - Hiroshi - lashed out at him.

“I’m not an idiot!” He hissed, before turning back to Besu. “You’ve got a mouth on you, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised seeing as you’re the Curse King’s brat.”

I’ve got quite a few mouths on me, actually. Besu thought, but decided this man didn’t deserve the waste of any more oxygen.

“Hmph. No matter. You won’t be sassing me for long. As soon as Minato gives the word, you’re dead.”

Besu stood unphased by the men holding her back. Though Father offered her a wealth of knowledge about curses and cursed techniques, the only thing she’d been able to put into practice had been martial arts and combat. Her innate technique hadn’t yet awoken. That left her helpless to them, surrounded as she was.

So when she felt the cold blade break her skin, she expected death. She did not expect a spirit to explode from her chest and rush to her defense. A bright blue mist erupted from her and pummeled through the group of men in the time it took her to breathe. It came to a crouched position in the shape of a glowing blue tiger and turned to her.

“Run, Cub!”

Besu didn’t hesitate. Her captors clambered to their feet and chased after her as she darted up the stairs to the balcony. She reached the top and slammed the door behind her, before rushing to the edge of the building. Several floors of the building stretch between her and the pavement.

“FATHER!” She screamed from the railing. Regardless of if he was in hearing range, he’d mastered hearing the panic of her cursed energy. “FATHER, HELP!”

CRACK! The door slammed against the walls as the army of men barreled through the threshold. Besu ran from the edge as they herded her, surrounding her in a circle. Hiroshi, armed with his knife, stepped through the defense line with eyes only for her.

“I have a job to do, brat. And I’ll be damned if you keep me from it.” He growled, taking a single step towards her.

Once again, a flash of blue materialized between Besu and her attackers. The tiger’s frame grew bigger and glowed brighter as it stalked towards the encroaching battalion. Hiroshi yelled an order, but it was too late.

One swipe. One swipe of the tiger’s massive paw put half of the army on their backs. Another swipe took out the other side. With speed that matched her father, the tiger left every last opponent on the balcony swimming in their own blood.

Besu stared at the large, spiritual cat in awe and wary fascination.

“Who are you?”

“Your companion, Little Cub. I am Baekho. A spirit bound to you by choice.” She explained as she padded forward. “I am here to protect you, not harm you. I will be a part of you wherever you go.”

And with that, the tiger transfigured into a blue mist that evaporated right into Besu’s body. Besu held her chest and looked at the massacre around her, astounded and confused. When the balcony door flew off its hinges, her head snapped back up to see her father.

“Besu?” He gasped, rushing forward to hold her shoulders.

She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t move. The world felt surreal, like she lived only in a dream.

“Besu, can you move?” Sukuna’s hand brushed over her cheek before he wrenched it back.

Needless to say, he still wasn’t happy about the whole “affection” thing.

“Y-Yes, sir.” She swallowed thickly, and suddenly she couldn’t move fast enough. Her legs tore across the balcony as she paced back and forth. “Th-There was a spirit, Father. A tiger! She said her name was Baekho. I don’t know where she came from. Or, well…I do. But she saved me! Or, well, she’s a part of me…I think. She was blue, like cursed energy. She went back inside me and told me she was here to protect me. Where did she come from, Father? Is this normal? I know you spoke of cursed spirits bonding to others as a rare occurrence, but–”

Besu felt all four of her father’s arms gently guide her to a halt in front of him. His crimson eyes locked on hers.

“Besu, stop. A spirit? A cursed spirit bonded to you? And Baekho! The White Tiger Guardian!” Though Besu feels uncertain, her father’s eyes ignite with sadistic excitement. “This is wonderful! This must be a manifestation of your technique! We’ll start training it immediately to bring out your full potential!” He grins.

He rambled on for a few moments, but she didn’t comprehend his words. Her body wavered under the realization that she’d almost died. Though she’d grown accustomed to facing death, her physical body reacted without consulting her and all four of Besu’s arms wrapped around her father in a tight squeeze. Strangled emotions tussled inside her until even the threat of her father’s wrath failed to stop her from sobbing into his chest.

And for once? He rubbed her back without a single reprimand.

#Dad Sukuna #OC Child #Mildly Out of Character?#I Mean I Tried #Antagonist OC I Created is Kind of a Jerk #Sukuna is a Little Shit #Protective Sukuna #Also There's a Tiger #jjkfanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna has a daughter #angst #Sukuna's Original Form #Original Child Character

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Weak Spot (Dad Sukuna)

(Part 1 of Cursed, Not Cute.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Dad Sukuna, OC Child, Mildly Out of Character?, I Mean I Tried, I Really Tried to Keep Him in Character, Given the Circumstances, But Just in Case, Sukuna's Daughter, And Yes She Has His Sass

Word Count: 1,021 words

Summary: After Ryomen Sukuna has complete control of Japan as the King of Curses, he has a child that he's determined to train into a vessel of villainy, just like him. Things don't exactly go according to plan.

Sukuna should have seen it coming the second the damned woman told him she was with child. A night of passion and lust had resulted in a child of his own. One that he knew would be hellbent on destruction, just like him.

“I will raise you to be stronger even than me.” Flames reflected in his red eyes as he glared over the crumbled city below. He rocked her in his arms to the cadence of screaming victims below. “You cannot be weak if you’re going to inherit my legacy.”

A little girl with pink and brown hair looked up at him, babbling and cooing with a radiant smile. A smile reflecting paternal affection, dependence, and unyielding trust.

These were emotions he’d always thought he’d easily dismiss when the child was born. But truth be told? She wrapped him around her finger a little more with every passing day.

“We will rule this world together, you and I.” He promised.

The moment he felt such buzzing warmth for her, he should have killed her. Hell, he should have killed Asuka as soon as she’d said she was pregnant. Killed two birds with one stone.

But now, looking into his daughter’s eyes, his resolve crumbled. Her dark, pleading eyes squeezed a part of his soul that should have been dead long ago. He grit his teeth, raising his hand again to slice off her head. She’s just another obstacle in my reign of terror and misery! She has to go!

So what stopped him?

Those eyes. Those wide, loving eyes. Eyes that still stared at him with trust and adoration even as he held her life in the balance. A respect for her father that stood unshakeable even in the face of death.

“Are you going to kill me, Father?” Her lip quivered, though he’d long since taught her to be brave and keep her head high during her final moments.

Sukuna, for once, found himself speechless. With a roar, he threw his hands down before pacing across the balcony. Four sets of knuckles gripped the railing until they turned white, flattening metal with his great strength. This damn child. This. Damn. Child!

“I apologize, Father.” Her soft voice floated over to him. “I never intended for my weakness to cause you dishonor.”

“Silence.” Sukuna’s throat tightened in his fury.

The sound of crackling flames drowned out the silence between them as she listened obediently. Perhaps that’s why I’m so remiss to end her life. She's strong. Strong and obedient. Sukuna’s eyes met the gaze of a frantic woman clutching her child to her chest on the street as a curse cornered both of them. He flicked his wrist and the woman and her child dropped in a bloody mass without a second thought.

“I raised you to carry on my legacy,” He growled, slamming his fist down against the damaged metal and turning to her. For once, his brows wrinkled with pain, something he hadn’t felt in years. “Yet you stand before me, unwilling to follow the path of destruction I’ve set. Do you think I would just support your path of good fortune to others?!”

Her second set of hands always gave her away. While the bottom pair stayed by her side, she hid the top pair behind her back, fidgeting as her eyes glistened.

“No, sir.” She whispered.

“Do you expect me to accept such weakness from my own flesh and blood?!”

“No, sir.”

“Then what do you expect, Besu?!” He snapped, digging his nails into her cheeks as his frustration mounted.

“I don’t know.” She admitted.

Blood marred the sides of her face as he tried one more time to use his great strength to bring her a swift end. But he could only watch the blood drip from her chin before he pulled his hand back.

“Well, I don’t know either!” He huffed, raking two hands through his hair as the other two rested on his hips. With a heavy sigh, he responded as softly as the Curse King had ever dared. “I know what I should do.”

She didn’t say anything, and neither of them needed to. Sukuna knew she was a brilliant child. She was his offspring, after all. So she knew he should kill her, as opposed to giving her a gentle ending. They both knew he lacked gentleness with everyone.

Everyone but her. Why her?! I killed Asuka as soon as Besu no longer needed her milk. So why? Why, why, why?!

“I love you.”

Those words. Those damned words! Only she had ever uttered them. He’d never found a need for them from anyone else.

He whipped his hand around and bruised her cheek with the flat of his palm. She barely flinched and kept her back straight.

She knew not to say such things. She knew. Words had power. Those three little words already drove him to his knees as he rubbed a thumb over the growing welt, healing it in seconds.

“Love is weak.” He hissed, looking directly into her eyes. “I’ve told you that time and time again, Besu. You know that love is weak and…and…” He paused, waiting for the anger to pummel relentlessly into her before he broke. “And…and dammit, I love you too!” He clutched her against his chest. “I love you and I hate it!”

For those few moments he could only hold her and wish she were a newborn again, reveling in the fallen world with him. He wished she were not this sweet and precious 7-year-old holding his heart in the palm of her hands as she told him she didn’t want to be evil. He wished he did not feel this overwhelming urge to protect her until his dying breath. He wished he did not enjoy the relief that flooded him knowing she still breathed against his chest, trusting him with every inhale and exhale.

No. He wished he did not have a daughter at all. Because for the first time in history, Ryomen Sukuna had a weak spot.

And he knew it wouldn’t take long for the world to notice.

#jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #child oc #Dad Sukuna #Angst #Ryomen Sukuna's Original Form #Mildly Out of Character?#I Mean I Tried #I Really Tried to Keep Him in Character #Given the Circumstances #But Just in Case #Ryomen Sukuna Has a Daughter #And Yes #She Inherited His Sass

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In order to keep a cohesive, organize list for your convenience, I'll create masterlists so you can find my fiction easier! Hope you all enjoy!

You can also find me on Archive of Our Own!

Most of what I write is romance and/or slice of life. However, I do include some mature and NSFW themes in some of my work. There will be warnings on the content so if you are a minor do not read it!

Other Fandoms: My Hero Academia

Season of Serendipity (Dad Nanami Collection)

Chapter 1

Cursed, Not Cute (Dad Sukuna Collection)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

#jjk fanfiction #jjk masterlist

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Where There's a Will, There's a Wave (Dad Nanami)

(Part 1 of Season of Serendipity.) Read on AO3.

Tags: Dad Nanami, Kid Yuji, Dad Gojo, Kid Fushiguro, Beach Day, Nanami Needs a Vacation, So Beach Day It Is, Gojo is a Giant Man Child, But We Still Love Him

Word Count: 1,009 words

Summary: Nanami takes Yuji on a car ride and surprises him with a beach trip!

"Otouchan, where are we going?" Yuji chirped in the backseat as Nanami continued their journey to the beach. "Is Uncle Gojo going to be there?"

Nanami would never understand what Yuji found so fascinating about Satoru Gojo (the man was an idiot) but he allowed himself a small smile at the boy's excitement. Yuji's pink, fluffy hair twisted this way and that as he wiggled in his car seat in a desperate attempt to look out the window.

"You'll see, Yuji-kun." Nanami repeated for the fifteenth time. "We're almost there. And yes, Gojo-san will be there. So will Fushi-kun."

"Yaayyy!!" Yuji squealed, squeezing his stuffed panda bear tight.

The horizon cut in two as they drove closer and the tree line disappeared. A stark line between blue sky and white sand relaxed Nanami's muscles instantly. Gojo may be a giant child himself, but I can't deny needing a chance to rest from work.

He pulled them into the parking lot and quickly unbuckled Yuji, setting him down after putting on his backpack. Then, he grabbed the cooler and a large umbrella before locking the car.

He chuckled when Yuji stood immobile, staring with awe at the beach stretching before both of them.

"The beach!" Yuji shrieked. "Will we get to swim?!"

"Yes, Yuji-kun. All in good time. First, we have to go find where Gojo-san and Fushi-kun have set up." He started walking while keeping an eye behind him. "Keep up with me."

The little boy was insatiable. He trotted circles around Nanami, babbling the whole way. And when Gojo came into view? Not even a Special Grade would have been able to keep Yuji from speeding headlong towards him.

"UNCLE GOJO!" Yuji squawked, kicking sand up and losing a sandal in the process.

Nanami shook his head with the huff of a chuckle as he found the spot Gojo set up and started setting their things beside it. Fushiguro toddled right up to him.

"Do you need help, Uncle Nananmi?"

Whereas Yuji kept heaps of energy stored up and running constantly, Fushiguro was of a milder temperament. Gojo and Nanami often joked that they adopted the wrong child.

But Nanami wouldn't trade Yuji for anyone or anything.

"I've got it, Fushi-kun. But your offer is appreciated." He praised, before turning to Yuji and Gojo, who already had his son on his shoulders.

"Gojo-san! Bring Yuji over here so I can give him some sunscreen."

"Aaahhh, but we're having so much fun, Nanami!" Gojo laughed as he tromped under the umbrella to him.

"Thank you. Hold still, Yuji-kun."

After the addition of sunscreen and the subtraction of his shirt, Nanami finally stepped out with Yuji towards the ocean. Poor little Yuji had to waddle with all of his floaties, but even that didn't stop his happy squeals.

"Otouchan, swim with me?" Yuji's big brown eyes sparkled up at him.

"You didn't think I'd let you go alone, did you?" Nanami chuckled, wading with him into the salty brine. "Careful. You can't open your eyes underwater here like you can in our pool."

"Why?"

"Because it'll burn your eyes."

"Why?"

"Because there's salt in the water, and it'll burn."

"Why?"

"Because there's a higher saline content in ocean water than there is in your tears."

"But why?"

"That's just how it is, Yuji-kun." Nanami turned Yuji as a large wave crashed into them. Yuji toppled forward and scrambled to get back on his feet, eyes wide. "Whenever the big waves come towards you, turn your back to it. It'll make it easier to stay on your feet."

"Heeeyyy, Nanamiiii!" Gojo whooped to his left, running into the water and body surfing.

He turned and saw Fushiguro standing at the water's edge, dipping his toe into the water and then shaking his foot. His little lip trembled.

"Come on, Fushi-kun. We'll wait for you!" Nanami called out, keeping Yuji at his side while they waited.

Fushiguro hesitated for a moment before hopping into the water. He squeezed his eyes shut and then peeked out, before he smiled, his five-year-old mind starting to realize he wouldn't get sucked in.

When he made it to Nanami and Yuji, he looked for Gojo.

"Where's–"

"WOOOO!" Gojo popped up behind Nanami and whipped up a wave of water that splashed against his back.

Both Yuji and Fushiguro giggled as Nanami slowly turned to the white-haired man child.

"Are you frustrated with me?" Gojo asked with a smirk.

"Never." And Nanami wrapped an arm around Gojo's neck before slamming him into the ocean.

. . . . .

By the time the four boys stepped back towards their beach spot, everyone was hungry and ready for a break. Especially the two little ones.

"I've got watermelon." Nanami offered, pulling out a large container of cut melon.

"I've got kikufuku!" Gojo licked his lips and helped set up two small portions.

"Why am I not surprised?" Nanami shook his head before grabbing Yuji's plate and offering it to him. "And don't forget to stay hydrated." He reminded his son, handing over a small water bottle.

For a time the sound of gentle, lapping waves harmonized with the sound of little mouths munching. Nanami ate a few slices of watermelon and leaned back on his elbows, closing his eyes and letting the wind tousle his hair.

"Nice day, isn't it?" Gojo asked as the kids kept eating.

"A better day than I'd been expecting." Nanami answered, digging his fingers into the sand.

He only opened his eyes when he felt a paper plate nudge his pinky.

"Otouchan, can we build a sand castle?" Yuji asked, eyes round and pleading.

"You finished that quickly, didn't you?" He smiled and took Yuji's plate, stuffing it into a trash bag. Then he tickled his toddler's sides with a huff of a laugh. "Go get your toys and we'll set up over there."

"Okay!"

"Aww, look at youuuu being a good daaaddd!" Gojo taunted, earning him a hair full of sand from his blonde-haired peer. "Hey! That'll be stuck in my hair for days!"

"Serves you right."

#jjk fanfiction #kento nanami #satoru gojo #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #Parental Gojo #Parental Nanami #Cute Yuji Itadori #Nanami Needs a Vacation #So Beach Day It Is #Gojo is a Giant Man Child #But We Still Love Him #Yuji is a Little Ball of Sunshine #Fushiguro is a Sweet Bean Child

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aheckinmess · 13 days

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In order to keep a cohesive, organize list for your convenience, I'll create masterlists so you can find my fiction easier! Hope you all enjoy!

You can also find me on Archive of Our Own!

Most of what I write is romance and/or slice of life. However, I do include some mature and NSFW themes in some of my work. There will be warnings on the content so if you are a minor do not read it!

Other Fandoms: Jujutsu Kaisen

Hollow Harmony (Present Mic One- Shot Series)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

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Apricity (All Might One-Shot Series)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

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Ichijiku's Escapades: A Collection of My Hero One-Shots

Shinsou -> Wash Away the Storm

Bakugo -> Fire in the Hole

Midoriya -> Below Ground Zero

Endeavor -> A Girl Worth Fighting For

Mirio -> Shelter in the Storm

Snipe -> Hanging Fire in the Pond

Kaminari -> Mind Over Mischief

Aizawa -> Movie Magic

#mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha masterlist #bnha masterlist

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Apricity || Toshinori x OC

(One-Shot series 3/? - regularly updated every Saturday and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Toshinori Yagi, All Might, Toshinori x OC, All Might x OC, Smol Might, Spooky Season, Decorating for Halloween

Word Count: 1,304 words

Summary: As Halloween creeps closer, Ichijiku decides it’s time to decorate! However, after the confrontation with Catfish, Toshinori brings up a scary possibility due to his continued worry for her wellbeing.

Author's Note: This prompt didn't go how I expected to, but what can I say? My characters like to keep me on my toes, so I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3: Spooky Conversations

Ichijiku (Tigress)

It's nearly impossible to keep Toshinori away from me after the Catfish incident, and I can't say I blame him. The weeks pass with anxiety and hypervigilance as my constant companions. I find it hard to sleep out of fear that every bump and thump from my cat is actually a trespasser in my house.

A month passes after my brush with death before I have a different reason to be afraid; it's the season of spooks and screams. Weeks leading up to Halloween, I've started sleeping better and feeling less paranoid, but Toshinori still tracks my every move while he's around.

We're meeting up to shop for Halloween decorations when he saves me from a petty criminal trying to rob me. We get the cops to take care of it and continue our shopping trip afterwards. I'm rattled, but with Toshinori close by, I find myself quickly calming down. We shop for a few hours and I think he's also getting back into the swing of things.

Turns out, he isn't.

We get home and I leave him to take out a few of my purchases at the counter. Instead, l find him standing guard outside the bathroom when I walk out.

"Toshinori," I chuckle as I open the door. "You don't have to stand watch. Everything's okay."

"That's what I thought before and you were stolen from me." His jaw clenches and he glances down the hall before taking my hand. Abruptly, he pulls me against his chest like I'm his last chance at breath.

"Toshinori, what's going on?" I soothe, pulling back to cup his face in my hands. For a moment, his hands hold mine there and tears wet my thumbs. "Do you need some tea, love? Some couch cuddles?"

"No, no." He responds shakily. "We need to talk, Ichan."

Immediately, my mind blanks and my heart sinks. Childhood trauma feeds the anxiety sinking into my skin and the cold fear gnawing at me. Worry mingles with doubt as I wonder if he thinks I've been a poor girlfriend, or too much trouble. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm.

"Am I in trouble?" I ask.

"No, love, you're not in trouble." He assures with a smile. It doesn't reach his eyes. "But, what I have to say isn't pleasant."

I wait and fidget until he speaks again.

"I think it's too dangerous for us to be together, Ichijiku."

Everything stops. Even the never-ending activity in my mind comes to a standstill.

"Are you breaking up with me?" I choke out.

"Ichan..." Toshinori whimpers.

"No." I snarl through gritted teeth. "No. If your only reason is to protect me, then no."

"Ichan, what happens when another villain comes after you? And not just a petty thief like today? Now that it's public knowledge that we're dating, you are a target. Even petty criminals hold you in their sights like today. And when Catfish took you..." He trails off, knuckles turning white as he clenches his fists.

I step up, leaving no space between us as I grip his chin.

"Toshinori Yagi, look at me." I demand, and only continue when he listens. "Do you think I'm not worth the trouble of protecting?"

"What? No! You know that's not–"

"Then why let them dictate your life?" I cut in. "Why let a villain scare you like that? Do you sell all your possessions because you're afraid of being robbed?"

"No, but–"

"Do you stay at home all day because you're scared of being hit by a car?"

He sighs as his expression relaxes.

"No."

"Do you walk outside naked because you're scared you'll overheat?"

"Do you want me to?" He winks, lightening the mood.

I smack his chest with a laugh and a smile.

"No. I want that sexy body all to myself. But that's not the point! Do you give up every fight you're in because you're scared you'll die?"

"No, Ichan. I understand the point you're making. But it's a lot different when your life is the one at stake." He takes my hand and plants a kiss on it, allowing me a moment to get lost in his eyes.

"I know you're afraid of losing me, Toshi-kun. I fear losing you, too, and not just from hero work." I twirl a lock of his hair and gently stroke over his injured side. "But I'm more afraid of living my life without you beside me. Because I'd rather live happily with you even if only for a short time, than live my whole life afraid without you there with me." I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek before turning towards the dining room to go unbag my Halloween decorations. "So...will you stay with me, too?"

There's a long pause as I pull out an orange and black wreath, a few bags of candy, and several boxes of spooky lights. Take a deep breath. Respect whatever his decision is.

"Yes I will." He answers, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "Maybe it's selfish of me, but I don't want to leave you either."

"That mean you think I'm selfish?" I giggle.

"Of course not! Though I often think you're a little crazy since you have to put up with me." He laughs, laying his head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ichan, for scaring you like that."

"I forgive you. Although, I mean, it is Halloween, I guess."

Together we spread out a smorgasbord of Halloween fright from my purchases. It's not until I look at my table that I remember I have a ghost table runner up in the attic. I think there's a few other things too.

"Toshi-kun, can you go grab the ladder to the attic?" I ask as I start grouping items.

"Sure thing. You got some more decorations?"

"Not many, but I know I have a few things up there if I can find them." I chuckle, making the trek up the ladder once it's in place.

Toshinori follows and it takes a little scavenging. There's no air flow and sweat clings to my skin. We both groan as we search various boxes with no luck. I squeal when Toshinori swats at my butt playfully when I bump into him.

"I don't think it's up here."

"I know I put it up here," I pout, looking around again. "But I guess it's hidden somewhere that I thought I'd remember. Silly ADHD brain."

Toshinori heads down first and I give one final, stubborn look. That's when a familiar black and white pops out at me on top of the Christmas box way in the back.

"Aha!" I dart over and grab the table runner, smiling in victory as I return to the ladder. "Found it! Past Ichijiku figured I wouldn't be able to find it...so it was on top of the only other decorations box up here...Christmas! Good job, me!" I pat myself on the back with a giggle before heading down the ladder, where Toshinori shakes his head at the bottom with a laugh.

Halfway down, my foot misses a rung on the ladder and I fall straight into his arms.

"This I can get used to." He kisses my lips. "You fell straight into my arms. You know, if you'd wanted my attention, you didn't need to go through such extremes."

"Oh, hush."

I wrap my arms around Toshinori's neck. Warmth sizzles among our mouths and travels to the pit of my stomach. A familiar need blossoms that seems to be mutual as Toshinori backs me against a wall, his body pressed against mine.

"You come here often?" I tease when I pull back.

"Of course. What say you and I find a room?" He presses his forehead to mine.

"There's one down the hall."

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Hanging Fire in the Pond [Snipe] (Fluff)

(One-Shot 7/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Snipe x OC, Pro Hero Snipe x OC, Choku Dan, Original Female Character, Snipe is a Gentleman Cowboy, OC is Just Trying to Relax in the Pond, But Snipe's Horse is Eating Her Clothes

Word Count: 1,591 words

Summary: Ichijiku takes a trip to a pond for a swim and a relaxing bath. When a stranger comes by with the same idea, how will she leave with her dignity in tact?

Author's Note: As far as I know, Snipe's real name hasn't been revealed. So for the time being I've given him a name that means "straight shooter" to reference his quirk, at least until he's given a real name canonically in the series. Hope you enjoy!

CONTENT WARNING: Nudity

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Cold, rushing water caresses my skin after a hot day in the sun. The calm, lapping waves wrap around my naked skin like silk as I wipe away the dust and grime from a busy day.

Birds and frogs serenade me from nearby trees and lily pads spinning around me in the pond. The sound of hooves trotting in the distance provides a soothing cadence to steady my wandering thoughts. I take a deep breath and duck under the water, allowing an overflow of serenity to encapsulate every inch of me.

For those few moments, my mind and body hover in a blank plane of existence where I'm untouchable from the hardships of life, until I eventually must resurface for air.

Rubbing the water off my face, I open my eyes to a stranger five feet away from me at the pond's edge. A stranger who's unable to see me as he pulls his shirt off over his head.

My heart jumps in my throat as I glide behind a large mossy rock to peek out from. I've never seen such a man before. He's so handsome. He tosses his shirt aside and then works at the buckle of his trousers. With a soft gasp, I hide with my back against the rock until I hear him step in the water.

A frog disturbs the surface tension and I stay still for a few more moments to make sure my position isn't given away before I peek around slowly again. His bare chest stretches above the surface. Chiseled muscles flex as he moves deeper into the water. Tan skin gleams with rolling droplets in the sunlight as he rubs a wet cloth over his taut skin. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, giving me a better view of his blue dreads.

I should let him know I'm here. I think, but my mouth hangs open when I try to speak. I can only hide behind my rock and ogle him. No, I shouldn't be doing this. My conscience pipes up, making me shake my head and sneak to the other side of the rock towards my clothes on shore. As I move closer, I notice some of them missing.

On the bank, a black horse rubs her nose in my shirt and then pulls my socks and undergarments closer to her along the ground. Internally, I panic, but I try to keep a calm exterior as I duck my head to reach for the clothes when I hear a deep voice.

"Kuroashi! What are you nosing into?"

Just as I reach for my shirt, the man reaches for his horse and we're suddenly a breath away from each other. I glance at the dip of his hips and his eyes droop to the valley of my chest before either of us process what's happening.

"O-Oh!" He falls back into the water with a splash before I see anything, but I'm frozen in horror for a moment before I cover my chest and tuck in the water with a squeal.

His horse remains unbothered and continues rummaging through my clothes.

"I'm sorry, ma'am! I didn't realize anyone else was here." He quickly apologizes.

"I-I should be sorry," I squeak out, submerging every part of my body up to my chin underwater. "I saw you but didn't say anything. I had hoped to make a quiet escape."

"Well, I'm mighty glad I got to see your pretty face before you did." He chuckles.

"I can't say I wasn't fond of the view myself." I smile shyly. My neck gets hot and I pull my soaking hair to the front, shading my burnt cheeks.

An awkward silence stretches between us as we peek at each other. Fantasies of swimming over to touch him skirt the edges of my mind, but I force myself to be good when the sound of munching reminds me of why we met.

"Your horse is eating my undergarments." I giggle as my bra dangles from its snout.

"Gah! She's–Ashi!" He exclaims, hopping out of the pond with everything God gave him exposed to the elements. "Give that here, you nosy thing!" He laughs when she nickers, moving back and forth to make him work for it.

I grin when he finally snatches the bra from his mischievous mare and coaxes her to walk with him so he can toss it into my pile of clothes without letting me see him naked.

"Sorry about that," He rubs the back of his neck, before patting his mare fondly. "Kuroashi can be such a busybody sometimes, but at least she ain't crowbait."

"Crowbait?" I ask as I extend my hand to her and wait to see if she'll sniff me. When she bends her head, I stroke the fur on her cheek.

"Crowbait's just another way of saying she ain't a good quality horse."

"Oh, well I agree. She isn't crowbait. She's lovely." I coo.

"She's a good girl." He gives her a good pat on her shoulder. "Just doesn't know when to keep her nose out of the dirt and mind her own business."

"Does she take after her owner?" I tease.

"I've been known to get involved in another's business a time or two." He smirks. "But only on the odd occasion."

I look down with a grin as I comb my fingers through my soaking hair. My eyes cut over to him a few times. What I wouldn't give to touch him at least once.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Choku. Choku Dan." His goofy smile reveals a set of pearly white teeth. "And what about you?" "Ichijiku." I take a few steps toward the shore until I expose my shoulders again.

"Oh! Right. Well, Ichijiku, let me help you out." Choku moves back around the edge of the pond to his clothes before grabbing a large, red cloak. "Here, darlin', use this to cover yourself."

He holds it open for me and I gather my clothes as I step out of the water and on land. Wrapping me up in his cloak, the cool wind isn't so bad, especially when he's trapping me in his warmth being so close. He buttons the clasps and I find myself mesmerized by the look on his face.

"What were you doin' out here anyway, sweetheart?" His brown eyes sparkle under the setting sun. "It ain't often I happen upon someone as beautiful as you in this pond. It's not exactly easy to get to."

"I often come to the woods for an adventure. Sometimes I need to go for a swim; though, skinny dipping today was a first." I chuckle nervously.

"I'm sure not complaining." His gaze shifts to my lips for half a second before his cheeks tinge pink and he looks back at me. "I-I mean, unless that makes you uncomfortable, ma'am."

"I'm more uncomfortable that you keep looking at me like that without kissing me."

I don't know where my boldness comes from but I can't say I regret it when he dips his head and closes the distance. Warm, soft lips dance with mine and I melt against him, his thin cloak the only thing separating us. It ends far too quickly, but that's probably good considering how fast my head spins when he pulls back.

"Sure didn't expect to do that when I came out here today." He presses his forehead to mine and we're close enough I hear the beat of his heart.

"I didn't either. I doubt there's anything more surprising to top it." I admit.

"Really now? What if I told you this pond is on private property and you're under arrest?" He slips his hands under the cloak to snag my wrists playfully.

I might be worried except he's smiling far too big for him to mean it.

"I'd say, 'Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list.'" I giggle.

"Who puts getting arrested on their bucket list?!" His laughter bounces off the trees as he shakes his head in amusement.

"The same lady who just kissed you wearing nothing but your cloak."

That seems to flip a switch in his head as he lets out another yelp and goes to grab his clothes and shuffle into them.

"Shit, that's right! I meant to offer you a ride back to wherever you needed to go. I'm sorry. I've been hanging fire this whole time!"

"Hanging fire?" I ask. I think I like learning about his cowboy slang.

"Delaying or getting held up." He explains as his pants zip and he throws on his shirt. "Come on, honey, Ashi and I will have you home lickety split."

"Oh, thank you. I don't mean to inconvenience you. I can walk if–"

"Nonsense. It's no trouble at all, ma'am. Let me help you up." He lifts me up as I keep his cloak secured, then he stuffs my clothes in his saddle bags.

By the time he reaches my house, the crickets sing to us as the remaining daylight wanes. He helps me off Kuroashi and I take my clothes gratefully.

"Wait here and I'll change so I can give you your cloak back." I say as I fish my keys from my jean pocket.

"Don't worry about it, ma'am. I've got more at home, I promise."

"Oh...are you sure? It's yours. It doesn't feel right to take it."

"I'm sure, darlin'. I imagine it'll give me a reason to come back." He winks.

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Shelter in the Storm [Mirio] (Angst)

(One-Shot 6/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)

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Tags: Mirio x OC, Lemillion x OC, Mirio Togata, Suneater, Tamaki Amajiki, Tamaki is a Good and Precious Bean, Mirio is a Ray of Sunshine, Anxious OC, Not the Best Home Life, But What Are Ya Gonna Do?, I Gave Tamaki a Younger Sister, Because Why Not

Word Count: 2,881 words

Summary: Tamaki and Ichijiku have been friends since elementary school, so it’s become a habitual occurrence for her to seek shelter at his house when her parents get overwhelming. In the morning, Tamaki and Mirio both walk with her to school and attempt to brighten her spirits.

Author's Note: I've noticed you all seem to enjoy minor characters a lot, so I'll try and focus on adding more as I continue writing one-shots. It's certainly a fun challenge to get to know characters who don't get a lot of screen time! I hope you enjoy!

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Mirio, are you awake? I text my boyfriend despite knowing he’s asleep. Between the two of us, he goes to bed the earliest.

Still, for an hour and a half, I wait for a reply. When it’s obvious that I won’t be receiving a response, I stare at the ceiling as my brain tunes back into reality. The yelling down the hall amplifies and my heart races as I wait with baited breath for Mom to walk through the door. Please don’t yell at me. I don’t know what I did and if that’s why you and Dad fight but please stop screaming. When footsteps make their way down the hall, I place my phone down and hug my pillow with my eyes closed. Though internally I panic, I force myself to take deep and even breaths.

I hear the door squeak open and the heavy, angry breaths of my mother. Only the thumping in my chest is audible, and I dare not move until I hear the familiar click of my door. Even then, I pause for another two minutes until I’m sure she doesn’t stand in wait to catch me being disobedient.

When I open my eyes and she’s not there, I slip out of bed and crawl over to my window. I pull the blinds and look next door into Tamaki’s room. His dark blue eyes meet mine as he lays in his bed. I scrounge around behind my desk to find my notebook. I flip through a few of the pages until I land on the one I want, holding up the page to the glass: Can I come over?

I watch him rifle through his own notebook before holding up his response.

Yes.

I tuck my notebook away and look at my door for a minute or two. She might come back. My ears tune in to every sound as I grab my jacket and stuff a deck of cards in the pocket. There’s no footsteps down the hall and the muffled sound of the TV can be heard down the hall, a signal my dad’s in bed and my mom’s still in the living room. So, I throw on my jacket and crack open my window, slow and steady.

After sneaking out and shutting it behind me, I glide across the lawn over to Tamaki’s house and through the opening he’s left me. He takes my hand and helps me into the much warmer house. I click the window lock as I get comfy on his bed.

“Hi.” I whisper.

“Hi.”

Several minutes pass and neither of us say a word. My fingers pet the dark plum comforter underneath me, focusing my attention on the soft texture while the sound of yelling echoes in my mind. Tears trek down my cheeks while I try and think of what to say, not that it’s anything Tamaki doesn’t know. We’ve known each other since middle school. It’s unlikely that there’s anything I can tell him or Mirio that neither of them would know. They're probably sick and tired of you telling them the same stupid shit all the time.

“Are you…okay?” My best friend’s gentle voice breaks the silence.

“It’s nothing new, I’m fine.” I sniffle, wiping my face and shoving my emotions away, all the way down to soles of my feet. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”

“Are you staying for the evening?” He asks. “Mother knows your situation; you know she doesn’t mind if you stay for the night.”

“I know. I don’t know if I’m staying, yet. Mom has started checking my room in the middle of the night.” I explain, raking my fingers through my hair as I look up at him with red eyes and swollen cheeks. “The fights have been getting more frequent and the drinking is worse.”

“Does Mirio know?” He asks.

“I texted him, but you know he goes to bed early. He’s already asleep, or I wouldn’t have bothered you. I’m sorry, Maki-kun.” I sigh and place my face in my hands. “I just don’t like being there at night; I feel so alone and afraid. But then I feel guilty because shouldn’t I want to be with my family? I sneak out just like she accuses me. I don’t sleep around and I don’t get into drugs like she accuses, but I’m still sneaking out. If I didn’t do that, would it make her and Dad fight less?”

“I-I wasn’t trying to imply…that you were bothering me. I only…wanted to make sure Mirio was aware…of the situation.” Tamaki trembles a bit as he explains and starts wringing his hands, eyeing his wall. “H-He’s…a lot better with encouragement. B-But…I’m sure that the situation between your parents is not your fault.”

“Then why does it feel like it?” I choke out, shoving my palms into my eyes so I won’t cry anymore. It feels like all I’ve done for the majority of my teenage life is cry. Weak. Pathetic. “Why does it feel like everything I do is the reason they won’t stop fighting? Mom won’t stop drinking. Dad’s barely home trying to provide for us. I don’t know what to do to make it stop.”

When the warmth of Tamaki’s arm wraps around me, sheltering me in safety, I break. The dam bursts and I cling to him as shaky sobs rattle through his room. Thoughts surface from the first time he and I went to middle school, his body shaking as he tried to speak up at the front of the classroom. I remember being so quiet and afraid that I hadn’t been able to reassure him, my childhood best friend. Seeing Mirio do it so easily later that afternoon had humbled me, and it wasn’t until lunch time when the two boys were sitting alone that I’d decided to be brave and join Tamaki and the blonde-haired stranger.

Since I could remember, Tamaki had always been my best friend, my ride or die. Having someone new that didn’t automatically write me off as a stuck up prick was a breath of fresh air. Mom had flagrantly accused me of being a slut the moment I’d come home raving about Mirio.

This comforter has caught more of my tears than my own. I think with an ache in my chest. Gentle, familiar hands rub up and down my shoulders as I wonder where I went wrong. Was it when I first became friends with Tamaki? With Mirio? When I got my first F on an assignment? The first time I called my mom out for cheating on Dad?

“What’s wrong with me?” I whimper.

“What do you mean?”

“They wouldn’t fight if I was gone.” I cough. “If I went away their lives would be better.”

“That’s not true!” Tamaki gasps and pulls back so he can look at me. “Life is so much brighter with you. You’re like Mirio. Everything around you…everyone you interact with…your very presence makes everyone happier.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” I say. “I feel like I bring gloom and despair wherever I go.”

“That seems more like something I would say, don’t you think?” Tamaki teases, nudging me a bit and giving me a shaky smile. “I-I…understand better than anyone…about feeling less than adequate.”

“You’re so amazing, though! And you’re my bestie, so you know I’m honest when I say you’re the best. You’ve trained and worked so hard to be where you’re at. You’ve made great strides. And I…” I go back to playing with his comforter as he continues to let me lean into his side. “All I’ve done is–”

“You’ve trained hard too.” Tamaki never interrupts, so I make sure to heed what he says. “You were so scared to choose the hero track. We both were. But you were the one who encouraged me from the beginning to take a step into the hero world when I didn’t believe I could. You and Mirio pushed me forward toward that bright future. It never would have started so early if it wasn’t for you.”

Listening to him helps quiet my mind and focus on the more positive side of life, even as the bad voices still lurk on the outskirts of my mind. I pull back and sit up, yawning and realizing just how tired I am as my body calms down.

“...is the offer to stay still available?”

“You know my mother would never turn you down. I’ll pull out the extra futon.”

. . . . .

The guest futon feels comfortable and safe. No yelling invades my dreams to feed my nightmares. My alarm goes off about thirty minutes before I need to wake up, and when I blink my eyes open I find Takara nestled against my chest.

I grunt and thread my fingers through her hair.

“Taka-chan?” I coo, my worries instantly fading at the sight of the little girl. It takes her a moment to fully wake up, but then her pretty blue eyes blink up at me. “What are you doing here?”

“Bad jeem.” She babbles, tucking her head back into me and going to sleep again.

“Aww,” I purr, petting her hair for a few more minutes until anxiety clutches at my throat. If Mom wakes up and sees I’m gone… “Come on, Rara. I have to go back to my house.”

“No go!” She whines, holding tighter. “Iku stay?”

“I can’t stay, honey.” I frown. “I have to go to school in a little bit with your brother. And right now I have to go home so my mom doesn’t get mad at me.”

“No!”

Her determination to keep me here endears me to her all the more, but I give a heavy yawn with my quirk and she’s out for the count. I shift carefully and leave her bundled up in blankets on the futon. I notice Tamaki still sleeps on, so I grab his notebook and write a note for him.

Went home. Will walk with you to school as usual, though.

I get ready for school and walk with Tamaki to Mirio’s with minimal criticism from my mother before I go. To be fair, she’s too hungover to do much aside from nurse her headache with an icepack.

The second Mirio walks up to me and Tamaki, I tackle him in a hug. I squeeze him with all my limbs and exhale all of my sad. He has a way of soaking up all of my hurts, his affection a healing balm to cure my wounds.

“Good morning, Sunbeam.” He breathes in my ear. “From the looks of your texts, it seems like you had a rough night…and not in the good way.” He winks at me, before pecking my lips. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s just the same old, same old. My mom’s just been drinking more and it’s made it hard to sleep at night. I stayed at Maki-kun’s last night.” I explain, letting him set me down and taking his hand as we head to UA.

“That’s been happening more frequently. Are you sure there’s nothing we can do?” Mirio tilts his head, never losing his optimistic expression.

“No. It’s our last year at UA. There’s not really a point. Besides…I don’t want to be the reason for her getting in trouble when I’m already the reason she and Dad fight.” I hold his hand tighter, betraying my fear.

“That’s not your fault, Ichan.” He leans over to smother my cheek in kisses until I’m giggling. Only then does he smile again. “My mom once said that sometimes parents with a lot of problems try to pick the one constant in their life to become the scapegoat of all their issues and insecurities. You’re the one thing they can control, so they use it to their advantage.”

“N-Not to mention…they think…you’re oblivious to all the problems…they’ve created.” Tamaki adds on.

“It’s true. They severely underestimate that beautiful brain of yours.” Mirio slinks his arm around my waist.

He makes my back tingle as part of his arm phases through me playfully so he can comfortably rest his hand there.

“Mi-kun!” I shriek out a laugh, squirming as the strange feeling sends tremors down my spine. “I’ve told you that tickles!”

“Have you told me that?” He smirks. “I don’t recall you saying anything of the sort.”

“You totally do! I can see it on your face!”

“That’s subjective evidence.”

“Mirio-AH!” He starts tickling me in the sides with his fingers this time and I bolt down the sidewalk as the school building comes in sight.

“Oh? So we’re doing endurance training now, are we? Come on, Suneater! We can’t lose!”

I hear him getting closer behind me and use his closeness as motivation to add one last burst of speed to make it to the staircase. My foot meets the first step when Mirio’s arm swoops around my waist twirling me around and clutching me against his chest.

“Gotcha! There’s no way you beat Lemillion!” He laughs victoriously as I pant and catch my breath.

For a moment, he just holds me like that and I let him, forcing oxygen in my lungs. His smile flattens into a neutral expression as he presses his ear more intently to my chest. I flush and look around awkwardly until he speaks.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.” Mirio hums.

“Well, yeah, I kinda just ran the last two blocks to get here.” I snort, heart still pounding in my ears. “I’ll bet your heart is beating pretty fast too.”

“I like it.” Mirio states, finally setting me on my feet and cupping my face in his hands. “The more I’m with you, the more things I find to love!”

I crinkle my nose and find something else to focus on so I don’t automatically turn down the compliment. I reach up and smooth down Mirio’s uniform collar as an excuse to touch him.

“I could say the same about you, Slippery Boi.”

He drops his hands to my waist since we still have time to wait outside and presses his forehead to mine. Poor Tamaki plants his forehead against the outer wall of the school when he recognizes the intimate look on Mirio’s face. He typically tries to give us our space as a couple when we need our affectionate moments.

“I’m glad you have Tamaki next door to help you when I’m not able to.” Mirio whispers, gazing at me with so much love. “I trust him with my life. It makes me feel better to know that he’s close by in case there’s an emergency.”

“Mi-kun, it’s not like that. My family might yell a lot, but they’d never…” I open my mouth to finish that sentence, but find I can’t. Memories of intentional bruises and cuts from my father remain burned in my memory.

“They would.” He says through pursed lips.

“They do the best they can.” I defend.

“They can still do better.”

“I know.” I look away from him.

“ You deserve better.”

Again, I can’t accept something positive about myself, at least not verbally. I’ve been working on it, but verbal agreement still remains a struggle.

“Takara came to me for nightmare comfort last night.” I change the subject.

“Ichi-chan…”

“What do you want me to say, Mirio?” I huff, tears glistening in my eyes. “I know you think I deserve better and I know Tamaki agrees. I know you both would rather I just make an appointment with Hound Dog or bring it to a staff member’s attention, but I can’t. I don’t want…”

“You’re scared for what’ll happen when you get taken away?”

There it is. I move until my face plants against him. Mirio doesn’t allow it. He knows exactly what I need. He tilts my chin up and claims my lips fiercely, tugging my lip. He pulls back and then kisses me again, harder until my mind is blank. As we both stand there breathless, he rubs his thumbs over my cheeks.

“You don’t ever have to be afraid while I’m here.” He promises. “You don’t have to tell Hound Dog about everything, but I think you’d feel better if you at least brought up how stressed you’ve been. Midterms are coming up and you’ve worked too hard to let your parents mess that up for you. And I don’t care if you believe this, but I’m going to say it again.” He puts his forehead to mine again so I have to look into his sparkling eyes. “You deserve better.”

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and then look up at him again. It could be time for a change, Little One. He speaks the truth. You deserve a better life than constant fear.

“Have I ever told you just how stubborn you are?” I pout.

“If you have, my ears were phased and I must have missed it.” He chuckles, kissing my forehead. “But I’ve definitely been told that my whole life a time or two.”

I roll my eyes but grin. “Don’t ever change, Mi-kun.”

“Sounds like a recipe for dirty clothes.”

That earns him a jab in the ribs just as the bell rings to start the day.

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Apricity || Toshinori x OC

(One-Shot series 2/? - regularly updated every Saturday.)

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Tags: Toshinori Yagi, All Might, Toshinori x OC, All Might x OC, Smol Might, All Might is a Ray of Sunshine, I Just Want Smol Might to Eat, Symbol of Peace to the Rescue, Damsel in Distress, Oh Wait She Saved Herself, Well Kinda, Endeavor is An Electric Blanket

Word Count: 2,759 words

Summary: When someone catches wind that Ichijiku is All Might’s love interest, she’s taken hostage and on a time table, buried underground. While she struggles to remain calm and try to escape, All Might must not only fight the villain, but also pull a confession of her location from him; if the villain refuses, will the Symbol of Peace fail to save the one person who’s life matters most to him?

Chapter 2: The Underworld

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Knowing Toshinori and All Might are one and the same shakes my world, but ultimately isn’t too overwhelming once I get used to it. In fact, it makes some things a little easier whenever he has to leave abruptly or how he only has to give me a certain look and I know plans have to change. However, it’s not until a tanned hand slaps around my mouth and I’m pulled against a taut chest that I realize exactly why Toshinori kept it a secret for so long.

I try screaming through my nostrils and my muscles push against the person behind me in a flight response, trying to escape. A deep voice growls in my ear.

“You’re All Might’s girl, aren’t you?”

I bite his hand in response.

“Easy now,” He grunts, fingernails digging into my cheeks and making me grit my teeth. “If you want an easier death, you’d better comply.”

You’re a dumbass if you think I’m going quietly. I think, but I nod as I wrack my mind for strategies to escape this situation. Forcing deep breaths into my lungs, I make myself remain calm. When his grip loosens, I only get a glimpse of two golden eyes before the world spins into darkness.

. . . . .

All Might’s smile lights up the streets as he scans the city for trouble. He’s starting to learn that with his injury, he doesn’t have as much time patrolling as he used to, but he’s too stubborn to take it lying down. He alternates between walking and encouraging citizens with floating across the skies to remain vigilant for danger.

A bank alarm shrieks a block from his location and he speeds off in a flash of blue. It appears to be a typical robbery, something easy for the robust hero to put a stop to. He’s got four men and their bags of money outside the bank when one of them speaks, fighting his restraints.

“You…ergh! You have no idea what’s in store for you, All Might!”

“Hahaha! Perhaps not, villain, but I know that justice is in store for you!” His iconic smile stays cemented in place as red and blue lights dance in his vision.

“I wonder what your precious girlfriend has in store for her?” The man snarls, lifting his head with a vicious grin.

“Girlfriend? Ha! What gave you such an idea?”

“You can’t hide that shit from me. My boss has already looked into it. You can act like you don’t know who I’m talking about all you want to, but it’ll only make her die faster.”

A menacing blue glow emanates from All Might’s eyes as he tilts his head down towards the villain, face now shrouded in shadow. He grips the front of the man’s shirt and pulls him up to his face.

“What are you playing at, fiend? Who do you work for and where is she?” He growls, making all four men cower under his gaze. Even the man he’s talking to loses his smirk and trembles in his grasp.

“G-Got your attention now, d-do I?” He scoffs, trying to brush off his intimidation.

“Where is she?” All Might repeats.

“Why should I tell you?”

All Might pulls the man away from the wall and then slams his back into the brick building. He doesn’t utter a word, only glares at him and waits for an answer.

“I’m not obligated to tell you anything, Big Man. Catfish has the location hidden. Even if you could fly up and find her, she’d be dead by the time you got there.”

All Might’s heart stops momentarily in his chest as menace drips from his aura.

“Where is your boss, then?”

“He’s waiting for you in the Roppongi district.”

Close to my agency. All Might leaps from the scene as the police officers arrive, promising explanations and leaving bank tellers to give the rest of the account. When he coughs up a handful of blood, he knows he’s in trouble. I’m going to need help on this. Ichijiku needs me.

As he floats across the city towards his agency, he’s on his phone.

“Endeavor Agency, this is Endeavor speaking.” The familiar voice of his rival huffs.

“Endeavor! This is All Might. I need your help in the Roppongi district immediately. This is an emergency!” He keeps his smile in his voice, but the panic can’t be helped. Not when his reason for living could die at any minute.

“All Might!” He wonders just how hard Endeavor is clenching his jaw to keep from saying some quippy remark. “I’ll be there soon. Is there anything I should know before I reach your location?”

“It’s Catfish.”

. . . . .

When I open my eyes, I’m trapped. Darkness surrounds me and breathing is difficult. As I start moving to feel around for my surroundings, my shoulders and legs bump against hard wood. Panic settles inside me as I reach above me to feel the same thing.

I’ve been buried alive! That bastard buried me down here. How am I going to get out?! Am I going to die down here? The more frantic my thoughts, the more frantic my breathing. As soon as I realize this, I close my eyes - not that it makes a big difference - and inhale deeply, holding for a moment, and then exhale. I can get out of here. I just can’t panic. Toshinori will find me, but I have to find a way out of this coffin first. The box is made of wood, so it’s not metal or anything reinforced that we can’t break.

I remember reading an article somewhere about tying my shirt around my head to keep dirt particles out of my face. Though it’s a tight space, with steady breaths and a stubborn disposition, I wriggle out of my shirt and tie it around my head. I brace my back against the box and kick the top above me.

There’s no telling how long I work at it. My bones shiver with despair and I worry this will all be for nothing as it becomes harder and harder to breathe. But then a loud crack encourages me to redouble my efforts. When I shove harder with all the strength in my legs and dirt starts pouring in, I have to remind myself to keep my breath steady.

I shove all the falling dirt down to the empty space at my feet, slowly making my way to a seated position as loose earth continues to rain upon me. When I can finally stand, I let the remaining dirt compile under my feet, and shove the rest out of the coffin. When I finally breach through the surface, I can see the colorful world filtered in the blue fabric of my shirt.

I untie my shirt and pull it down to more clearly see my surroundings; tears trickle down my cheeks as I locate a ledge I can reach. Clawing the edge of it, I hoist myself up and haul myself out of the hole.

The metal ends of five guns swivel in my direction and take away all the breath I’ve just earned.

. . . . .

“I thought you’d put this guy away months ago!” Endeavor roars, focusing on minimizing collateral damage while All Might fights a dark-haired man.

It’s been a minute since the fight started and Endeavor can see Catfish is already winded. The only thing in his favor is his quirk. With the ability to manipulate tectonic plates, minor earthquakes cause the number two hero to help civilians and avoid as much damage as possible while All Might fights.

Regardless of the wild goose chase, All Might has Catfish restrained in minutes.

“Where did you put her?” He grounds out, fighting against every murderous urge in his body.

“What’s it matter to you?” Catfish grins broadly even as he trembles under the large man’s gaze. “She’s dead by now anyway. You can only last two hours tops when you’re buried alive.”

Buried alive?! No. No, no, no! All Might’s face gives him away. Agony flashes across his features, and Endeavor speaks up to cover for him.

“If she’s dead now, then why keep her location a secret? You seem proud of your work, then show it to us.” He says.

“You’d be surprised how many isolated parks there are in Tokyo to hide dead bodies in. All it took was a keen observer to choose the right one.” Catfish taunts.

All Might slams a fist into his face, knocking out the villain as he restrains him.

“What did you do that for?!” Endeavor barks.

“I know the park. I know exactly where she’s at. Hurry!” All Might takes off, speeding off as Endeavor stubbornly attempts to keep up with him.

“How do you know?”

“Odaiba Seaside Park. It’s the only place Ichijiku and I could have been seen together recently.” He grunts at himself, doubling his pace as the world flashes by in a blur of color. “I’m so stupid! She’s going to die because of me!”

“Not with both of us on the scent.”

. . . . .

“Catfish! What are we supposed to do if the girl makes it out before All Might gets here?!” One of the gunmen speaks into an earpiece.

When another pair of arms grip mine, instinct takes over. I did not work this hard to be trapped again! I yawn, exaggerating the sound to make it louder and more potent, even as the cost of my action wreaks havoc on my throat.

Their bodies drop around me, fast asleep in a circle. As much as I want to take the time and bask in my freedom, I don’t have the luxury. I take only one minute to realize I know this park, before the sound of dogs barking in the distance sends me running.

“The dogs will find her!” I hear a voice call. “The rest of you search the park!”

Where do I go? I don’t have my phone so I can’t let Toshi know I’m safe. But I need to find somewhere to hide until he can get here. Up a tree. The idea seems the most likely to keep me hidden so long as I put some distance between the dogs and my captors. I drive my toes into the dirt, pushing my asthmatic lungs to keep going so I can make headway.

When I see a small pond, I rush over and slide into the murky water despite the frigid temperature. It seems a small price to pay for another chance at life. I hold my breath and duck under the surface before coming back up and hearing the pack of dogs closing in.

I swim downstream a little bit before hopping out and sprinting again. My poor lungs burn for oxygen, but I make a mental promise to them that they can breathe all they want to when we’re safe. A large ginkgo tree comes into sight and gives me the remaining motivation to push my legs harder across the grass.

Since I’ve been scaling trees since I was small, the hardest part of climbing is just getting to the lowest branch. I leap and hug the tree with my arms and legs, channeling Toshinori and forcing myself to use every muscle to its full potential. Once I’m secured on the lowest branch, it’s smooth sailing. I pant and wheeze as I ascend higher and higher, until the limbs feel too flimsy to hold me anymore.

I hug the limb I’m laying on, keeping my eyes trained across the expanse of the park. I shudder when the dogs come into view.

. . . . .

All Might catches sight of the disturbed earth quickly, hope alighting in his eyes when he sees five unconscious bodies surrounding the open circle.

“This is a sign she used her quirk! She must have escaped–” All Might barely gets the words out when he hears dogs barking across the park.

“Hurry! They must be chasing after her!” Endeavor warns.

The Symbol of Peace reaches the men and their dogs in seconds, shocking them when he moves faster than they can think. All Might uses the leashes on the dogs to simultaneously restrain their handlers and keep the pups from going anywhere.

“ICHAN!” He calls across the park, scouring the trees, the pond, the vast expanse of grass before them. “I’m here! Where are you?!”

Nothing. He uses his strength and jumps through the air, turning this way and that to get a good look among the horizon while Endeavor searches along the ground with a calmer head to help with focus.

When Endeavor finds footprints near a pond, he doesn’t voice his discovery at first. He follows the stream downwards, thinking she must have tried to cover her scent and gain distance. He grins when he’s proven correct as another pair of footprints shows up further down the stream.

The prints lead him to a group of trees, where he looks around for hiding places on the ground while All Might scours the sky. He’s bending at the bough of a gingko tree when a drop of water makes the flames on his hair sizzle. Rain? He looks up.

And there she is.

. . . . .

My eyes close as I listen for dogs and villains alike. Fire swims through my aching muscles while the freezing weather numbs my skin. Dogs keep barking for what feels like hours before I hear a new sound.

“ICHAN!”

All Might’s voice echoes in the distance, there’s no mistaking it. I barely crack my eyelids as I try and search for him. A flash of orange follows the pondstream below, getting closer to me. A flash of red floats upwind above the trees, moving a little slower as it tries to find me.

“All Might…” I whimper, throat crusty and torn. I turn back to the orange growing brighter and looking more like flames the closer it gets. I suddenly understand. “Endeavor…”

When the flame hero reaches my tree, I try to move. My limbs, numb and cold, refuse even to twitch. Water drips from my shirt until I see him look up at me. Please… I want to say. I’m right here. Help. His eyes meet mine and I know I’ll be safe.

Thump. I blink and All Might hangs onto the base of my tree, looking me over.

“Ichan!” His eyes glisten as he takes my limp body in his arms and hops from the tree to the ground. “I thought you were dead.” He whispers, squeezing me close.

“I…am…here…” I squeak out, my lips twitching when I see him so distraught. I’ll be your smile when you don’t have the strength to find it.

A strangled laugh escapes him before he repositions me.

“Endeavor, she’s freezing. I’m trusting you to keep her warm while I lead the police here.” He offers me out to Endeavor, before kissing my forehead. “I’ll be right back, I swear. Hold out until then.”

Warmth floods every nerve ending and thaws me as Endeavor’s body and quirk heat sinks into my skin. I sigh and shudder, slowly starting to bend my fingers the more I feel able.

“Good. Try flexing your toes, too.” He encourages.

“You’re like…giant…” I grunt, eyes rolling around as the world tilts. “Giant campfire…”

“Hey, stay awake. We want to make sure you can give a testimony to the police, okay?” Endeavor explains.

“But I’m so tired…” I whine, head lilting back. He moves his arm and it’s tilted back up.

“I know, but you’ve got to stay awake. If you start falling asleep because I’m too warm, I’ll be forced to let you get cold again.”

“You’re much ruder than I’d expect an electric blanket to be.” I huff.

“I’ve been told something like that a time or two.”

“It’s okay…dun conform…” I yawn and pat his arm. “To stereotypes.”

When All Might finally returns, it’s with a posse of medical personnel and police officers. A bright light shines in my eye and I’m asked a multitude of questions, all of which I’m able to answer.

The questioning ends and they set me on a stretcher and tuck me into the back of an ambulance. All Might assures me around a cough that he’ll meet me at the hospital, which I only allow because of the blood I see on his hand. But before he can leave, I call out for him one last time.

“All Might?”

“Yes?”

“Please don’t charge me an ice cream fee. I swear it wasn’t my fault.”

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A Girl Worth Fighting For [Enji] (Fluff)

(One-Shot 5/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays.)

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Tags: Enji x OC, Endeavor x OC, Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Enji Being a Good Papa, Expecting OC, Expectant Parents, OC Cleans the House and Rocks Out, Also There's Cat in This Story

Word Count: 1,142 words

Summary: After a long day of cleaning and taking care of the Todoroki estate, Ichijiku falls asleep. When Enji returns home, she finds that he’s brought her inside so she doesn’t get sunburnt.

Author's Note: From what I've seen, Enji isn't exactly a favorite among the fandom, but I'm a sucker for a redemption/atonement arc so he's one of my favorites. Of course I had to write some cute fanfiction for him! I hope it's as fun for you to read as it was for me to write it!

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Imagine Dragons blasts through the speakers as I dance through the kitchen with my broom. With the house to myself, I don't have the fear of being judged for the way I twirl around and wiggle my hips to the rhythm.

"You are my Monday, you're the best day of the week..." I belt the lyrics, not even caring that I mess up half of them as I grab a few snack wrappers from the counter to toss.

The soft sound of my cat's indignant chirp interrupts my singing session as Fauna hops on the dining mat. Her orange eyes blink up at me expectantly.

"Beaaan! You know the rules. Come on, off the mat." I set my broom aside and shoo her away. "Are you hungry? Huh? Is that it?" I could have sworn I just filled her food bowl.

Sure enough, when I reach her food bowl, it's nearly full. I crinkle my nose at her and pick her up, giggling at her unimpressed expression as I pet her back.

"You silly baby, you still have food and water!" I smother her in kisses, inciting her to flick her tail around. "You brought this on yourself, you know. I don't know what you want! Would you like a treat? Do you want to play?"

She just mewls and wriggles, trying to escape. Thus sure she doesn't want cuddles, I offer her a treat before setting her down and then pulling out her favorite string toy.

After a few rounds of unleashing my inner creature of prey for my cat's entertainment and we're both pooped. I giggle and scratch her ears before leaving her to sleep in favor of brainstorming a plan for what needs cleaning next. In the meantime, I send Enji a text.

I miss youuuu! It reads.

I pocket my phone, looking impatiently at the front door. He's never early on Thursdays, but a wife can dream. I wait a moment or two before sighing and turning my attention to the window looking into our massive backyard. Everything seems clean at least. I don't know that there's anything else to do for today except to start dinner whenever Enji replies.

Outside, sunlight paints our Pagoda tree in heavenly light. Our two Sakura trees arch up in a protective shroud around the water fountain and bird bath. Flower blossoms, vibrant and lively, reach up to the sky for their energy and nourishment. With my ice quirk, feeling the warmth of the sun in the garden is the closest I get to Enji when I miss him.

I smile, padding into the bedroom to grab my most recent book. After stopping by the closet to get my eno, I head outside and string it up. As expected, the sun shrouds me in the warmth I miss from my husband as my phone vibrates in my pocket.

I'll be home soon. Is Enji's response, making me grin and tuck further into my hammock, now able to more fully focus on the story in my hands.

I make it through two chapters before I yawn in the summer heat. Slipping a bookmark between the pages, I turn on my side and close my eyes. Just a little relaxation and hopefully it'll be time for Enji to head home.

. . . . .

Warmth still blankets me when I open my eyes again, but instead of laying in my hammock, Enji cradles me in his arms. I blink and yawn up at him, noticing his damp hair and blue eyes first and foremost while my dreams skirt the edge of my mind and flutter away.

"I'm sorry you found out this way." I whimper involuntarily, before realizing I've said it and rubbing my eyes to hide my blush.

"I've returned home, Ichan. Did you rest well?" He leans over and kisses my forehead, thankfully dismissing my sleepy outburst.

I relax my arms and shut my eyes again, sighing as peace lightens the sleepiness in my chest.

"It was so nice." I purr, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull my ear closer to his beating heart. "I'm sorry I didn't get dinner ready. I meant to start preparing it before you headed home so it would be ready when you got here."

"No need to apologize, Ichan." He chuckles. "You've got reason to sleep. You've got our child growing in your womb. That takes energy." His hand rubs up and down over my belly.

Awe and happiness flood me again, even though we've been expecting the new addition for a couple months now. I place my hand over his and move in tandem, soaking up the intimate moment. Probably won't get times like this as often when the baby comes.

"I know." I hum. "But I still feel bad."

"Don't. In fact, I'd have let you stay asleep out there longer, but with your sensitivity to heat I was worried you'd get sunburnt."

"Well aren't you a softie?" I giggle.

"Only for you." He smirks, before sitting up a little more against the couch arm. He's quiet for a bit before he speaks up again. "Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?"

"Mm, I don't know. According to my college bio professor, there's a 51% chance it'll be a boy. So the odds are slightly more in his favor." I smile. "Do you have a preference, Enchan?"

"I don't mind so long as they have both of our quirks." He comments.

"Aw, come on. That can't be all you have a preference for. I know your ambitions, but I know you'll love him or her regardless of their quirk."

"Of course I will." He agrees.

"Then, if you could choose, would you rather it be a boy or a girl?"

He's quiet for a while, hand still steadily caressing my belly.

"I'd prefer both for different reasons." He says. "I'd enjoy having a boy that I can relate to and teach things that my dad never got to teach me. And honestly, I hope they have your feisty attitude for a challenge."

"My feisty attitude?" I laugh. "Just mine?"

"Our feisty attitude then." He rolls his eyes, but grins. "And honestly, I would love having a little girl just like you to dote on...remind me what I'm fighting for. What about you?"

"I hope whatever they are, they have your eyes." I state simply. "You might think it's silly or simple, but it's one of my favorite features about you. It captures most of your personality and reminds me of everything I love about you. I want to look at my kids and be reminded that you're mine, and they're the physical evidence of that."

He doesn't say anything, but instead shifts around a bit. When he's finally settled, it's with his head on my belly and his arms wrapped around my waist.

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Apricity || Toshinori x OC

(One-Shot series 1/? - regularly updated every Saturday.)

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Tags: Toshinori Yagi, All Might, Toshinori x OC, All Might x OC, Smol Might, All Might is a Ray of Sunshine, I Just Want Smol Might to Eat, A Nice Moonlit Beach, Popsicles and Ice Cream, Symbol of Peace to the Rescue

Word Count: 4,653 words

Summary: Ichijiku loves going to the beach and listening to the stories the seagulls tell her, but one evening she sees a stranger being bullied and stands up against his offenders. One spontaneous game of tag, a trip to get ice cream, and some friendly banter later they exchange numbers to keep in touch. As they spend more time together, what sort of secrets will Toshinori and Ichijiku reveal to each other?

Chapter 1: Best of Both Worlds

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Nothing beats the salty brine in the air or the warm crunch of sand underfoot from an evening on the beach. The moon paints a story as it reflects off the waves and the seagulls carry on oral tradition to pass the story along their route. Closing my eyes and listening to the hiss of water trickling into the dry sand helps me relax all my muscles and sigh out today's frustrations.

But there's a sound that disrupts the auditory symphony around me.

"Ew, gross! What the hell are you?" A young voice taunts.

"I'm sorry. I can leave." A tired voice responds.

"You better. You're ruining the scenic view of the beach!"

Normally, I'm not one to get into other peoples' conversations, but after listening to Grandma all day and wondering what this stranger might be going through that he can't even get a break at the beach makes me get up and head towards the only other group of people here.

"Your attitude is ruining the blissful silence." I sass back as I get within hearing range.

There are two blondes, a brunette, and a ginger in my view. All male. You're trying to get killed, aren't you, Ichijiku? No one deserves to be treated less than human. No matter what they look like!

One of the blondes seems to be the victim, because the other three are all wearing smirks and surrounding him. Said victim is tall with a decrepit face and he looks horrified that I've shown up. I can only feel a little tug in my squishy heart for him. He looks a little thin and worse for wear, but that's no reason to call someone ugly or disgusting!

"What are you gonna do about it, sweetheart?" The ginger stands a foot taller than me and seems to think that means I'll cower under him as he towers above me. Not a chance.

"I'm simply here to remind you that this beach is a public space to everyone, not just your massive ego." I purr sweetly, eyes glinting fiercely in the moonlight.

He doesn't appear visibly scared of me - and who would? - but he does shift his weight so he isn't looming over me as much. "Yeah? Well this guy could hardly be considered a person. Have you gotten a good look at him?"

"He's as much human as you and I." I say simply. "Just because you don't like the looks of him doesn't mean anything's wrong with him."

He scoffs, nods, and his two buddies take both of his sides, closing me in.

"Hey, leave her alone." The thin man reaches out, his voice sounding vaguely familiar in his determination and warning tones.

But he really needn't worry.

"Lay off, Pops. We'll be gentle with her." The brunette licks his lips suggestively.

And that's about all he does, because in the next moment I yawn nice and loud. I take a few steps back as all three of them simultaneously flop forward, unconscious and asleep. I step around them and over to the taller man. Taller even than the three goons picking on him. They clearly didn't have any sense of self-preservation.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, tilting my head a bit to look up at him.

"Well, I was going to ask you the same thing, but it appears you had yourself handled." He chuckles, finally meeting my eyes. "I apologize for causing a disturbance."

"I'm not sure why you're apologizing. You didn't do anything." I snort, before looking at the sleeping group of misfits on the ground. I nod towards my stuff further down the beach. "C'mon. Walk with me. You seem like you could use a buddy. I'm Ichijiku."

"Toshinori."

I start the trek towards my beach towel and adventure bag.

"You didn't have to put yourself in danger for my sake, you know." Toshinori says softly.

"Yeah? Tell that to every pro hero who's ever rescued someone." I tease, pausing for a moment a few feet away from my towel to sit in the sand and sift through a little collection of shells. I just need one more. A purple one.

"I guess you've got me there." There's a smirk in his tone and then I feel him shift until he's sitting beside me. "But you could have gotten seriously hurt, and I can take care of myself."

"Of that, I have no doubt." I say for his credit as I toss a blue shell towards the rippling waves. "But no one should be allowed to say such awful things. As someone who grew up in a household like that...sometimes the best advocate is someone who's outside the situation. Stranger or not."

The air is quiet for a time as we both just appreciate the others' presence. I keep tossing out shells until there's none left. Dang. No luck today. I pull my knees up to my chest and just watch the water for some time.

"So, what brought you out to the beach on this fine evening?" I finally ask.

"Mm?" He turns to look at me and I can see reality sinking back into his gaze. "Oh. I just wanted some time to clear my head. I..." He opens his mouth, then closes it. "Nevermind. It's nothing. Suffice it to say that I've been having to come to terms with some distressing news."

"Understandable." I hum softly. "I'm no stranger to distressing news. Is it something you want to talk about or that you need a distraction from?"

"Definitely a distraction." He sighs.

An idea starts forming in my mind. Are you an idiot? He's a stranger! You're taking everything he says at face value. There's no harm in helping him feel better after those people were being so cruel to him. He deserves a break. Indeed. But keep your guard up, just in case. He is still a stranger. I know.

"Well, in that case..." I tap his arm and then jump up to bolt down the beach side. "Tag! You're it!"

I make it maybe thirty feet before I feel a hand tap my shoulder.

"You're it!"

I swat at him again and miss with a little squeal as I slip in the sand. I manage to catch myself before I fall completely and dart right back after him.

"You tall people and your long legs!" I call at his back as I try to pace myself without inducing an asthma attack.

It at least gets a laugh from him. Our impromptu game doesn't last long, but soon we're both panting and giggling in the sand. I'm wheezing, but I pull my inhaler from my bag and give it a few good sprays to manage my mucus-filled airways.

"Oh, hey, sorry. If I'd known you had asthma–"

"You better not say you'd have taken it easy on me, because I'd have punched you straight in the jaw." I laugh, leaning back on my elbows in the sand. "Just because I've got a health condition doesn't make me helpless. It just means I have to find a different way to do the things I enjoy."

He gives me an odd look, his eyes sparkling a bit. I find I enjoy it, as it doesn't look as sad as the expression he wore before our little game.

"So, I've told you about why I was out here...why are you out on the beach alone this evening? You know, aside from being here so you can play tag with strangers." He smiles and I move a little closer to him.

The smile he gets in response doesn't fully reach my eyes. I look into the sand and heave a little sigh.

"I sort of hinted earlier that I grew up in a critical household. Specifically, my grandma was the culprit of that dynamic." I lay all the way back in the sand to look at the stars so I don't feel as lame or pathetic admitting all of this. "You could say that she has to have something to be upset about because nothing ever pleases her. And ever since I was born, I've been the scapegoat for most of that. She called me today to remind me of all my shortcomings, so I needed someplace to relax and clear my head."

Silence stretches between us and the stars. I'm grateful for the comfort I receive from the twinkling lights above me. It's like they're winking at me, telling me that everything is going to be okay. Or like their eyes are glassy with emotions, showing how much they empathize with you. I wonder what tales the stars have of their own. I often wonder too...

"I'm sorry to hear that. I've only known you for the better part of this evening, but based on my experience, it doesn't take long with someone like you to recognize a compassionate heart." Toshinori turns his head to look at me, and I turn to meet his gaze.

"I appreciate that. I've been working on trying to convince myself of that." I chuckle, reaching across the sand to squeeze his hand. I hope that wasn't taken as too intimate of a gesture. I feel like I'm on a date, and all I've done is run around with him and talked. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten so close so quickly. You needed a listening ear, and there's nothing wrong with that. But you are wise to be wary of your emotions.

"Well...take it from an outside party," He winks. "You're more than what you give yourself credit for."

My rumbling tummy promptly ruins the mood.

"Sorry." I flush and sit up. I start rummaging through my adventure bag for a granola bar, but find that I failed to pack anything. "Ugh. Squirrel brain..." I mutter.

"You must be hungry. What have you eaten today? Would you like to grab a bite for dinner? Or do you just need a snack?" Toshinori offers. "It's the least I can do for helping me out back there."

"Just a snack should be fine." I say quickly, not wanting to admit that it will probably be the only thing I've eaten all day. "But you don't have to do that. It really was nothing."

"I insist. Besides, it's not safe for you to be out alone so late. I'm sure you're more than capable, but allow me an act of chivalry." He grins.

I can't help but laugh at that. He's not so bad. I could get used to him. I wonder if I can get his number so we can stay friends. "You're probably right about that. If All Might has to save me one more time, he might start charging me a fee."

There's a knowing smile on his face coupled with his shock that makes me giggle. I figured he might find that amusing!

"All Might? Now, this I've got to hear. What did you do to warrant him saving you? More trouble like tonight?"

"Noooo! The other two times weren't my fault!" I pout up at him. "I actually instigated neither of those situations!"

"Why do I find that hard to believe?"

"Listen, I'm not above pretending to need saving so All Might will come here again so he can prove it to you!" I say in a stern tone, but I'm laughing too much to be taken seriously. "I was a victim of circumstance!"

"What sort of circumstances then?" He asks with a shake of his head as he helps me grab my towel and my bag.

"The first time was in a skating rink. A villain with an ice quirk was messing with the rink as everyone was trying to get off of it. I, being the graceful person I am, kept slipping and ended up trapped in said ice." I snort, leaving out parts of the story.

"Is that so?" He laughs, and I can't look at him because the look on his face makes me feel like he might be able to catch me lying if I stare for too long.

He doesn't need to know that I kept trying to help the other people in the rink. He might think I was stupid for not saving myself...or maybe after tonight it wouldn't be that surprising. Gah! I don't know how to interact with people! Relax. Just keep telling the story.

"Yeah, and All Might showed up shortly after. He managed to help save me from the villain and get him tied up. You can imagine...I was freezing! I didn't even get to thank him properly." I shake my head. "I know that he doesn't save people for all the popularity and stuff, but I still wanted to show him my gratitude. Thankfully, a second villain a few weeks after that decided to snatch me up as a hostage. Since All Might rescued me then, I was able to share my gratitude." I kick a rock out of my path.

"I'm sure he knows you're grateful. He's a busy guy, ya know? He understands."

"Oh, I know. I get that he's a big hero and symbol that everyone takes for granted, but I wanted him to know that I wasn't grateful just because he's a hero. I was thankful because he's heroic, and yes, there's a difference." I stick my tongue out at him.

"The world could use more people with that ideology." Toshinori sighs, looking ahead of us. "Hey, there's an ice cream stand ahead. Want to get some ice cream in remembrance of your skating rink incident?"

"Oooo, yes!" I agree, already picking up my pace. "I'm so ready. I've been craving popsicles lately."

"You don't come to an ice cream stand to get popsicles." He crinkles his nose.

"Oh yeah? And who's gonna stop me?" I giggle, already looking over the menu and deciding on an orange popsicle.

"Listen, with as many times as you've had to be saved, ice cream might be what All Might asks for as payment." Toshinori laughs, placing his order and then stepping aside.

"If ice cream is the only payment the Symbol of Peace wants for saving thousands upon thousands of people...I can't really say much. Because I'd probably do the same. Ice cream is the best." I grin, putting in my order and then turning my bag around so I can start pulling out my wallet.

"It's together." I hear Toshinori say, and then a receipt starts printing out that he takes.

I stand with my mouth agape.

"You sneaky little weasel! I was gonna pay for it! You weren't supposed to do that!"

"Oh yeah? And who's gonna stop me?" He smirks.

I make my most unamused face at him before I can't help cracking a smile. I shake my head.

"All I'm saying is if All Might takes your ice cream, it'll be poetic justice."

"Consider the decision justified, then." He says, taking a bite of his ice cream.

I just roll my eyes and take the popsicle. For the next few moments, we're quiet as we indulge in our sweet treats. I follow him as he leads me down the street, pointing out a few places he frequents.

"You've been to that karaoke bar? I've been there a couple of times with my friends. It's pretty nice! And the snacks are amazing." I comment whenever he points out Shigouraiki Karaoke Bar.

"I was about to say, the snacks are the best part. I'm usually by myself, though." He admits, taking another bite from his Mighty Mix ice cream.

"Well, we'll have to change that. Give me your number and I'll invite you some time. Karaoke's no fun by yourself!" I pull out my phone. When he pulls his out too, I tap the top of my phone against his. "There. Don't mind the weird picture."

Toshinori laughs. It's beginning to feel familiar and warm to make up for the cold popsicle.

"What's with the sassy look? You have a blue gift bow on the top of your head, did someone give you a bad gift?" He teases.

"You had to be there to understand." I giggle, about halfway done with my popsicle now. I find myself slowing down because I don't want to stop talking with him. "My friend Hanayuki was taking pictures of me with the bow on my head, and I thought she was done taking them. So I sent her a sassy look and she betrayed me."

"I'm glad she did. The sass suits you." A dribble of ice cream runs down his fingers and he looks at me. "Mind grabbing my napkin?"

"I gotcha." I take the napkin and dab one hand so he can get the other. "My house is only a few more blocks past this shopping district. And then you'll be free of me."

"The world will soon seem duller, then." The sorrow in his tone sounds genuine. "Do you think we could meet up again, sometime soon?"

"Of course! I might even manage to garner a presence from All Might." I wink.

"I look forward to it."

As we make the final trek to my house, I toss my popsicle stick into the nearest trash receptacle. This shouldn't feel like a date when I've only just met him. But he's so easy to talk to. I grab my keys from my bag before turning to him.

"Thank you for walking me home, Toshinori, I appreciate it."

"It's not a problem. Thank you for the company, Ichijiku." He grins as he looks down at me. "I look forward to seeing you again. This was...certainly the best time I've had hanging out with someone in a while."

"Likewise." I say as I crinkle my nose playfully. "Stay safe tonight."

"I'll be sure to call you if I need saving."

"You'd better!"

. . . . .

Toshinori ends up needing to be saved rather frequently. He calls to invite me to his house, where he needs saving from loneliness. He calls to invite me to the karaoke bar, where he needs saving from discordant music notes. He calls to invite me to dinner, where he needs saving from an empty stomach.

At long last, he calls to invite me to be his girlfriend, where he needs saving from a life without me.

"Aww, Toshi-kun, you could have just asked over dinner." I laugh into the receiver while watering plants.

"I know, but...there were people around and I wasn't sure. I was a little scared, to be honest." I can hear the shyness in his voice.

"Well, I'm glad you asked me at all." I admit, moving on into the warmer fuzzier feelings of being his girlfriend. He makes me so happy. "Now you get to help me go through all of the pet names I've been going over in my head. How does schnookums sound?"

"Like a disease."

"Agreed. I hate it. Next one. How are we feeling about darling?"

"It's not bad. I don't know that it fits me."

"Perhaps I'll reserve it for when I'm feeling fanciful. What are your thoughts on honey bunches of oats?"

"Like the cereal? I already feel fragile. I don't want to feel old too." He chuckles.

"That's fair." I reach down to pet my cat as I think up another. "Do you have any objections to lover boy?"

"Mm, it has potential."

"My thoughts exactly, lover boy." I blow a kiss over the receiver. "The others will have to wait, though, because it's just occurred to me that I'm all out of green yarn. And that, my dear, simply will not do."

"My dear has a nice ring to it." He says. "But I'll let you go then. Be safe. Don't talk to strangers."

"Now, Toshinori, when have I ever spoken to strangers?" I ask, grabbing my bag and keys and heading out the door.

"I happen to recall this one night on the beach..."

"Oh dear..."

"And you ran into this tall, decrepit man getting bullied by three strangers..."

"Will you never let me live it down, beloved?"

"Oh! I like that one."

"Yeah, me too." I smile. "But bye-bye, foreels this time. I have to drive."

"Okay, stay safe."

"I will."

For the next thirty minutes, I follow up on my promise. I drive safe, make it to the hobby store safely, and start perusing the yarn section with caution. I manage to grab maybe three skeins of yarn before the shelves rattle dangerously. I notice the other shelves starting to collapse and rush to the end of the aisle to get out of the way, but I don't completely make it.

Pain ripples through my lower back and legs as the shelf catches my back end. Thankfully, my top half is unmarred and able to look around. Lo and behold, a villain starts walking from the back of the store with a gleaming grin on his face. Are you kidding me? A third time?! You'd think they had a radar for when to ruin my day.

"All of you were unsuspecting, right? No one thought the clerk up front could be a villain. That's the problem with society. Everyone thinks evil has the same face!" He roars, kicking another shelf over. It dominoes into the others across from me as I cover my head.

Screams cut across the store as I grit my teeth and try to move once the rumbling fades. Come on, gotta get out! Other people could get hurt! I manage to wiggle a bit, but another wave of searing heat grips my calf, and I know I shouldn't move anymore.

A hand grips my chin tightly as the villain makes me look up at him. I glare at him with all the tiger in my body.

"How does it feel knowing no one will save you?" He whispers to me.

"How does it feel knowing no one will listen to you?" I growl back.

"How does it feel knowing I am here!" A thunderous clap resounds through the store as All Might stomps his foot on the ground.

I don't even blink before a punch sends the villain hurdling back away from me. Relief floods my bones so quickly I feel tears prickling in my eyes. A cacophony of thoughts swirl in my head while the fight ensues. Everything from cheering him on to win the fight to jokingly wondering if I can get him to meet Toshinori and wondering if he'll want ice cream as payment for his services. My brain isn't fully there.

But All Might is fully there, and that's quite literally the only thing keeping me alive.

Once the sound of police sirens accompanies the lack of fighting, I watch All Might hand off the villain to the police. A rescue team makes eye contact with me and one of the men voices my predicament.

"Someone's trapped under that shelf!" He gapes.

"You guys help the others and point out anyone else who needs my help. I'll start with helping this young woman." All Might responds, and in another moment, I'm once again face-to-face with the Symbol of Peace. "I've been seeing you around a lot, young lady." He grunts as he starts lifting both yarn shelves to keep one from collapsing into the other on top of me.

His eyes glisten with mischief as he looks down on me. I can see the blue in his eyes. That blue looks so familiar... I think, before I catch his expression and I understand. Toshinori...

"You're..." I whimper as I begin dragging myself free. "...going to have to start charging me an ice cream fee...with how often you have to save me."

Once I'm free of the shelves, All Might sets them down and turns back to me. His eyes give him away. That soft expression and even his iconic smile tilts up in a way now so familiar to me. He cradles me delicately, perhaps a bit intimately given the secret we both know I've uncovered, before he sets me down in an ambulance outside.

"You..." He opens his mouth and pauses, shaking his head. "I know you must think..." Another pause. "I want to explain..." His face looks so worried and awkward and scared, before he turns as a police officer calls for help from inside the store. His signature smile returns. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But I have to go help them." And then he disappears.

I'm crying by the time the EMT reaches me.

Once it's all said and done, my minor wounds are dressed and I'm advised to take it easy on my leg.

"If you have a friend who can take you home now, I'd advise giving them a call. Otherwise, we'll have to find someone to take you home, and it may be a while." The man informs me, but I don't fully hear him.

The world around me swims by in a murky grey as I try to make sense of everything that's just transpired. It's not that any of it is bad, it's just that a lot has happened. A few more tears trickle down my cheeks as I just nod and pull out my phone. It sustained minimal damage thanks to my screen protector and padded buttcheeks.

I scroll to Toshinori and feel my heart ache. He's the only one I want to take me home but...

"I can take it from here." All Might's voice interrupts.

The EMT looks up at him like he's just won the lottery. I look up at him like I'm seeing a ghost.

"O-Of course! Sh-She needs..."

"To get home, so I heard. I don't mind giving the wounded woman a lift!" He says with a smile, before offering his hand. "Ma'am, if you can give me your address, I can get you there safely."

I utter the proper address before he tucks me in his chest again and we're flying. The heights make my tummy swim with butterflies. I don't say anything as the world passes by us.

"I'm sorry again, Ichichan, that I didn't tell you." He says, his voice just a bit louder to make himself heard over the wind. "I can understand if you're upset."

"I-It's not that." I admit, closing my eyes as I try to decipher how I'm feeling. "It's just a lot to process. But it also worries me."

"What do you mean?"

"When you're..." I want to say Toshinori, but it doesn't feel right, because I know he's the same no matter his form. So I use a different nickname. "When you're Smol Might...I already worry that I don't deserve you. You're so kind and sweet, and more than I deserve, really. But...knowing that you're also All Might...it makes me feel even less deserving. You've helped a lot of people and done so much good. I don't really see how you could consider me worth a second glance in either scenario."

All is quiet until we reach my house. Toshinori has to give the door an extra shove since my bag was lost under the shelves in the hobby store, and then we make it inside where he sets me down. Steam starts hissing around him until he exhales and coughs, a splash of blood decorating his hand. He wipes it off on his costume, now three times too big.

He kneels by the couch and cups my face, eyes shining their perfect blue.

"You deserve so much more than me." He breathes, thumb rubbing over my skin. I hold his hand there, enjoying the intimacy. "Even with all I've done as a Symbol, you deserve more. And I mean that."

My little frame rattles as I hug his arm.

"You...You won't leave me?"

"No, Ichichan," He promises, leaning in and making my lips tingle with our first, perfect kiss. "I am here."

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Below Ground Zero [Deku] (Angst)

(One-shot 4/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays.)

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Tags: Deku x OC, Izuku Midoriya, Deku, UA High School, Rescue Training Gone Wrong, MHA one-shots, fanfiction, My Hero Academia, Deku is a Bean, Angst

Word Count: 1,425 words

Summary: During a training exercise at UA, Tigress rushes to save her friends and finds herself trapped under a building. As time passes and she cries for help, will it prove to be Class 1-A's greatest rescue or a detrimental failure?

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)

"We need to get inside and make sure we find the survivor. That's our priority!" Ashido clenches her fist with determination. "Now, let's hurry! Time is of the essence!"

"Right!" Everyone follows her lead, even though I'm wary and feel a chill down the back of my neck. Didn't Mr. Aizawa say the building was burnt? I wonder if we should check it out to make sure it's stable... But since everyone seems confident, I hold my tongue.

We're already on the ground floor of the building by the time I realize I should have spoken up. I feel a light rumble beneath my feet and dart after my friends, trying to warn them like I should have done to begin with. "Wait, guys! If the building was burnt, it may still be unstable–" No sooner have I said it that the ground gives way beneath me and Toru. I shove her ahead to keep her from falling down with me.

"Tigress!" Their voices follow me as darkness swallows me.

Something cracks against the back of my head and my vision blurs. Sharp pain stabs through my calf as I hit the ground so hard I dry heave in the dirt. For the next few moments - is it five minutes or fifty? - I fight with consciousness. My body from the belly down feels completely immobile, pinned from the rubble.

When my brain finally refocuses, I find enough energy in me to call out instinctively for my boyfriend. "DEKU!"

My default emotion results in tears steaking down my cheeks as I try to analyze my situation. What would Mr. Aizawa do? He's always so logical. See how freely you can move, Little Cub. I grip at the dirt with the claws in my suit, trying to forcefully pull myself out.

A shriek tears through my lungs as my leg throbs from the movement. Dammit...I can't move my legs. Shit. I'm stuck here. I can't free myself. Sometimes, you have to wait for others to help you. That's only fitting for something as worthless as you. A pathetic failure. Failure and guilt crash around in my head, threatening to break my body more than the building on my back. Mr. Aizawa is going to be so disappointed. I haven't even managed to get through the first quarter of the exercise. And then Dad... A sob rushes out of me as I try to think of something...anything I can do. I can't let him down.

So much for being a hero, huh? You were in the building for all of thirty seconds before it fell on you. Mr. Aizawa is going to expel you when you get out of here...if your own stupidity doesn't kill you first. No wonder your father gave Deku his quirk and not you. My fingers dig into the dirt painfully again, trying to distract from the emotional pain of my doubt, and the physical pain in my legs. There has to be something I can do. Call for help. No one is going to be mad at you. You saved Toru from the same fate.

"DEKU! FROPPY! URAVITY!" I choke out, using the amplifier in my suit to my advantage. "PINKY! INVISIBLE GIRL!" I shove the butt of my palm into my eyes to try and stop the flow of tears. Worthless. Failure. The sound of my doubt is abruptly cut off by the vivid sound of a tiger roaring in my mind.

I keep screaming and calling for help until my voice is tired and I feel my energy waning. What if they've forgotten me? What if they just left me here? I start to worry, calling out every one of my classmate's names at least once.

I'm starting to wonder if I'll die when the sound of footsteps reaches my ears. My breathing is shaky as I look up, and I'm sure my face is a sight, marred by panic, guilt, and blood.

Deku's face isn't smug or disappointed or annoyed like I'd convinced myself it would be. It pulls more tears from my eyes to match his glistening ones as he slides to his knees in front of me.

"TIGRESS!" He exclaims as he assesses the damage. He takes my hand. "The damage looked pretty bad here. Pinky and Invisible Girl said this was the area you'd fallen down. I was hoping this wouldn't be where I found you but–" He looks up at the debris shifting minutely above me, and his eyes widen, but his brows furrow as he takes a determined stance. "I'm going to get you out of here, honeydoodle. I promise. You're going to be okay!" He gives me a smile, and it both mends and breaks me.

He knows how to keep smiling. Why don't you?

"I'm sorry." I choke out. "I'm not...I wasn't...good enough..." I exhale, gritting my teeth. "I'm a monster."

"No, you're not. Don't say that. Invisible Girl said you saved her. I'm proud of you." Deku pats the top of my hair before he calls down the hall of the dilapidated building. "GUYS! SHE'S DOWN HERE!"

More footsteps start approaching. Iida and Tsu are the first ones that come into view, followed by Todoroki, Ojiro, and Ochaco.

I watch them jog closer until there's more movement from the debris above me and I shriek as my vision goes dark again.

"WATCH OUT!" I hear Deku cry and then everything is silent.

Now everything is pinned. There's no way I'm moving.

"DEKU!" I cry through the dusty darkness, coughing out the dirt trying to invade my lungs. "Is everyone okay?!" Please don't tell me others got hurt on my account.

"Tigress! Thank god you're still alive...we're all okay! Todoroki's ice kept the building from falling further. Can you move at all?" He calls.

"No, I can't move anything now, it has me pinned!" And indeed, even as I say this I try. I can't even turn my head; fallen debris renders it stationary.

I close my eyes and try to focus solely on their voices despite a throbbing headache. I listen as they come up with a plan. Iida is to be ready to run and grab me just in case. Ojiro and Ochaco are going to help move debris while Todoroki uses his ice to stabilize it.

The building crushing down on me has me fighting consciousness. One moment, I hear them talking. The next, I can hear the dirt above me starting to shift and settle. The next time I'm awake, I'm already on a stretcher made by Momo.

"S'Invisible Girl okay...?" I grunt out. It doesn't occur to me until I focus on a pounding in the back of my head that my deteriorating status is due to blood loss.

"I'm okay, Tigress." She promises, squeezing my hand.

I blink and then I'm pulled into a warm embrace. I think it's Deku at first, or my dad. But when he speaks, my chest aches as I find it's someone who's hug means that much more.

"You're going to be okay." Mr. Aizawa tells me, squeezing me. I sniffle and let my head rest on his shoulder for a minute. He reads my mind because as he pulls back and catches my expression he meets it with a stern look. "Don't you dare start apologizing. Just let them take you to Recovery Girl."

I'm too tired to fight it, but I have enough energy to huff at him.

The next in line, not surprisingly, is my dad.

"Ichijiku!" He darts over to my side; even he's not wearing his signature hero smile at first, but he grits his teeth and forces it there in the next moment. "You're okay." He exhales his relief. "Recovery Girl's going to fix you up, okay? I'll be right by your side the whole time."

I reach my hand weakly to pat his, again wanting to apologize but not having the energy. The world starts shifting in focus again.

"Can I go with her, Mr. Aizawa?" I hear Deku's voice in the distance and start glancing around for him.

Soon enough, he's jogging by my stretcher. "Ichan, it's okay. I'll come check on you in a little bit, but I have to finish the training...I'll be with you as soon as I can, okay?" Deku's hero smile is gone and fresh tears paddle down his face. He grips my hand tightly and squeezes before giving it a kiss. "We love you."

I love you too. I think, finally feeling content enough to fall asleep.

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Fire in the Hole [Bakugo] (Fluff)

(One-shot 2/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays.)

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Tags: Bakugo x OC, Katsuki Bakugo, Dynamight, Pro-Hero Bakugo, Pro-Hero OC, Feisty OC, Fluff, Fluff with maybe a little angst, one explosion boy.

Word Count: 1,202 words

Summary: Everyone knows that Dynamight can be a hot-head. But Tigress notices that his aggression is doubled when directed at her, and she's in for a wild surprise when she finds out why.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

It’s a little off-putting to say the least when Dynamight starts acting weird around me. Every time we team up against villains, he seems to get more feral and aggressive towards me. Granted, he’s always been feral and aggressive…but he really likes laying into me.

Today he pushes a little too far. I step into his agency to visit a friend and he roars his displeasure.

“WHY THE HELL IS THIS DAMN CAT HERE AGAIN?!” He bellows at me. “YOU’VE GOT SOME NERVE–”

My fist swings around to meet his face and he blocks it with surprisingly quick reflexes. I use the momentum to slam my foot up into his stomach as I scream at top volume, pumping fear into him.

I’m not surprised when he lands a hit into my side, but I remain on my feet with bared teeth.

“Stop treating me like a damn disease, Dynamight!” I hiss. “I came here to visit a friend, not listen to you complain!”

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” He grits his teeth with a glare at me.

I try not to admit to myself that he makes me feel warm inside. That despite his abrasive exterior, I appreciate his authenticity and the subtle ways he takes care of others. Even though he hides it.

“Ichan! You made it!” Sayuri chirps from behind. Her face instantly turns into a scowl as she wraps an arm around me and guides me away. “Leave my bestie alone, Dynamight. We’ll be back.”

“You’d better. I don’t pay you to goof off, Phobos.” He growls.

“We’ll be fifteen minutes, tops, pretty boy.” I huff over my shoulder.

“You better make that ten, extra!”

“I’ll make it twenty if you piss me off!”

. . . . .

Lunch with Sayuri has become habit at this point. It’s friend time carved into the week in order to help me maintain my mental sanity. I recline at the table as we wait for our waitress.

“So, how are you and Kiri doing these days? I miss hearing about my besties!” I giggle, smiling at the waitress as she comes by to take our drinks and orders.

“He’s the best! And I’m sorry we haven’t been keeping in touch much. You know with the move we’ve been pretty stressed. And there’s been a tick in crime this fall season.” She surveys the area as she says it before grinning. “But aside from that, things have been well. It still seems crazy that we’ve already been married for six months.”

“It feels unreal.” I agree, before the waitress brings our drinks.

I get quiet as I sip my tea and look at Dynamight’s bright sign for his agency next door. Why is he so mean to me anyway? Little brat is asking for a visit from my claws. I don’t realize my facial expressions show my thoughts so loudly until Sayuri speaks up.

“Sorry about Dynamight. He’s a bitch.” She chuckles, sipping her water. “I hope it didn’t bother you too much. I know sometimes loud noises are hard for you.”

“Is he always like that?” I ask, wondering if maybe I’ve been exaggerating how he behaves around me. I’ve always heard he’s a hothead, so maybe I’ve just been walking in at the peak of his tantrums?

“To an extent,” Sayuri begins, before looking thoughtful and adding. “He always seems more aggressive towards you now that I think about it. Did you do something to piss him off?”

“I knew it!” I set my chair all the way down just as the waitress comes by and drops off our sushi. I pull out my chopsticks as I sigh. “I don’t know what I did to him. All I know is that every time I enter the room, he targets me. I swear it’s like he’s got a tracker on me.”

“Yeah…I’m sorry. I know you like him.” She shakes her head and pops some sushi in her mouth.

“It’s nothing serious.” I shrug, even though it hurts more than I bargain for.

While we both pause to savor the flavor, I start turning over memories of fighting with Dynamight. Even since the first time we worked together, it feels like he’s only ever had it out for me. In fact, I barely interacted with him that first time. What the hell is his problem?

We make it back to Dynamight’s agency exactly fifteen minutes after we left thanks to quick service at the sushi shop. When we walk in, Dynamight’s busy with a group of rookie sidekicks.

“You idiots! You’ve got to try harder. If you keep making little mistakes like that, they’ll pile up and it could mean someone’s life instead of a faulty budget. Go fix it!” He hisses, but it lacks the venom he uses with me.

“See?” Sayuri whispers. “I don’t get it. The little shit.”

When the rookies move away, he notices us and his face twists in anger.

“There you are! I told you you had ten minutes!” He snaps.

“And I told you that we’d be back in fifteen.” I stand firm, glaring at him.

“Shove off, Dynamight.” Sayuri rolls her eyes and storms past him, looking professional and ready to work. I don’t miss that she stops just outside her office to watch us, though. When we don’t go for each others’ throats, she steps inside.

“I have a question for you, Dynamight.” I say with piercing eyes. “What did I ever do to piss you off?”

“Tch. You’re wasting my time. I’ve got an agency to run.” He turns and stomps off.

I head towards him for a moment, before I clench my fists and start walking back downstairs to leave. Not worth the energy. Just a stupid crush. I’m rounding the corner of the stairwell when I’m shoved into a dark, empty room.

“Goddamn it…how do you do it?” Dynamight’s voice growls in the darkness. When I squirm, he grips my wrists and turns on the light. His red eyes bore into mine, pupils huge. “What made you think you’d pissed me off?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you’re meaner to me than everyone else.” I growl, despite the growing attraction buzzing in my chest. I shield it with anger. “It doesn’t matter when I’m here, you always single me out!”

My pulse picks up speed as I struggle to maintain eye contact, but he’s a lot stronger than me. At least in this moment. He grips my chin with his hand and gets closer to my face. My eyes flicker to his lips for half a second.

“Don’t you understand anything?” His calloused thumb rubs my cheek, making me meet his eyes again. “I’m only more pissy with you because you make me feel like doing this.”

His lips capture mine and I could swear his quirk extends to my heart as an explosive force draws my arms around his neck. I tangle my fingers in his hair before pulling my other hand down to rest at his chest until we both pull back, our expressions much softer and uncertain.

“You know…you could have just told me that instead of making me think you hated me.” I swallow thickly.

“Whatever.” His cheeks tinge the slightest shade pink. “I get off at 7. You like sushi, yeah?”

“I do.” I smirk.

“Then your ass better be here by 7:05.” His lips ghost my ear before he leaves.

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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.)

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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.

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."

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