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I have an idea for this song but I don't know if my execution will give it justice

#ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #this might be a long one its already at 2k and its still in the beginning #its also looking like an angst #no happy ending #gojo maybe? #Youtube

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Die For You

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader

Summary: How many times do you have to die for him to love you?

Word Count: 1,434

The environment was so stale. Concrete walls. Metal Chains. Glass cup half empty. The one-sided viewing window. Every breath you took was monitored, dissected, and recorded. The camera in the corner of the room taunted you with its blinking red. The two guards standing with their fingers craving to add pressure to their guns. The dim lights gave your scarred skin no justice. Why has no one come in yet? What is taking them so long?

"Are you scared, Detective?" you whispered, your eyes moving towards the glass window. Eyes turning into slits as you felt them stare back, it was quite some time before you were answered. The door to your containment opened, hearing the loud creak of the rusted metal made your teeth grind as it insulted your ears. Two people walked in one was a detective, the same one who captured you and shot you. The other one was just her shadow, a small, frail young man looking everywhere but your eye. Fresh out of the academy. You almost felt pitiful, poor boy wasn't ready to be in the same room as you.

A dead person.

The silence was heavy and pregnant. It brought pleasure to you that was damn near euphoric, your presence made them uneasy. They all wanted to deny the facts. The prints were there, the signature, down to the thinnest fiber of your clothes. But, they packaged your body in a body bag. The same fingerprints, the same clothes, the same damn face so why were you here before them like nothing ever happened. Alive and perfectly healthy.

The only difference between the last time the police saw you, you went down with blood on your hands. Innocents. Police. Heroes. You showed no mercy to anyone in your path, the whole area was shut down for everyone's safety. In the end, after all of the peril, the thick blanket of grief covered the city.

All the while you cackled and shivered from the pleasure.

"Do you work for the league?"

The last time they encountered you, the League had stirred up some trouble in the area. You were to cover for them. Take the heat off their backs. They needed to get away without being followed and you were ordered to be the distraction. With the quirk given to you by the grace of your master, you were the best one suited for the job.

"Say, detective, do you like games?" you asked almost mockingly. A smirk dared to make an appearance on your face as you watched the detective before you take her seat. "Is that what you think this is? A game?" her voice cold and accusing. The sneer on her face was cold, if looks could kill you probably would've been splattered on the wall. "Yes, and you are just mad you are losing. Are you a sor-"

"You have been everywhere the league has left their traces. First, the attack at UA. Then, it was that Nomu attack with Dabi, cleaning up his mess. After that was your little massacre but, you died so how the hell are you here now right after we gather intel on the league?"

Your eyes flickered quickly as a bright light hit your eyelids. Voices were murmuring words around you. Turning your head towards the voices you see the silhouettes of three people. One you assumed was a doctor they had in case of such events. As your eyes began to focus more, you noticed the other two were friendly faces Dabi and your lover. Shigaraki Tomura. Their conversation stopped and the chapped male bit out a command for the others to leave. So they did.

"You want an honest answer?" you lured. Of course, the woman nodded, the rookie standing beside her was quaking in his boots. The poor boy probably already soiled his pants. You stared at him for a while before the two of you made eye contact that he was too afraid to break. Then you started to speak again, "We are playing two different games detective."

Just from how she moved from your peripheral view, you could tell she wanted to hit you. But you were finally given some kind of answer. Anything to explain the impossible. "Are we really?" as long as she played along, you would keep talking. They needed anything at this point, more evidence against the League than they already have.

The two of you were laying in bed as he got up, you turned your head to divert your gaze from the ceiling to your lovers' side of the bed. He was putting on some pants before he stopped as he reached for his shirt. He turned his head just a little to look over his shoulder, his raspy voice penetrated your ears as he spoke.

You tilted your head just by a fraction as you narrowed your eyes and broke the contact with the rookie. Turning your head to once again face the detective, "Yes, we are."

"Would you die for me?"

"You are playing checkers, we are playing chess."

"Again?"

"You are playing with the masters, detective."

"Does that matter?"

"And you left your king unprotected."

"No."

"This is checkmate."

"'No' as in it doesn't matter or 'No' as in you wouldn't die for me?"

The smirk that seemed like was permanently living on your face turned into a full-blown smile as you slowly allowed chuckles to escape the seal of your lips.

"No! That isn't what I meant you know that." you sat up from your position on the bed to lean on your hand, the other moved to caress the strands of his dry, white hair. "I will die as many times as you need me to."

The detective and everyone in the room were confused at first. Checkmate? Then the dots connected, with their newfound information on the league, the recent calmness, the files were to be transferred tomorrow for the government to look over. "Evacuate the building there's a bomb!" she yelled, all bodies in the room quickly moving around, getting their bearings as they rushed out the door. They tugged you along, a useful source of information couldn't be thrown away like this. That was their last mistake. You cackled as you ripped your hand out of one of the cuffs, effectively tearing off your thumb, you jumped and twisted your arm until you heard a snap and the officer let go. "Ah, well that's gonna take some time to heal now!" you exclaimed. "There's no use runnin' this place is will blow any second now and take the next three blocks with it! Checkmate, detective!"

You could see his lips curl ever so slightly before he turned his head again and slipped on his shirt. He got up from the bed and made his way towards the door before he stopped, his dry hands on the cold doorknob. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs, I have something for you."

You quickly rushed back to the interrogation room, it was the best place to hide in this explosion. The concrete will get the brunt of the force, as well as the metal door. You slammed the door behind you and knocked over the metal desk for cover. Kicking it over to the farthest wall before hiding behind it. This will at least preserve your body the best so you can come back.

As the door closed behind him, you couldn't help but the stray tear left your eye. You were so weak, so foolishly stupid. Every single thing that he calls you, everything that he says to you the way he degrades you. It was all deserved. You were a burden. You knew he was out of earshot but you still mutter under your breath.

You knew the exact moment the bomb went off. The way the ground groaned in pain despite being so artificial. The way the force you were too lost in your head to feel pushed you back and caused pain to your lower back and neck. No doubt it was snapped. You knew you were out of it for a bit because the moment you woke up. You saw him standing before you. Picking you up oh so carefully, you were not done healing, not yet, but before you went back to sleep you could hear him murmur something under his breath.

"Good job, you did something right for once."

"I will die as many times as it takes for you to love me back."

#shigaraki x reader #boku no hero academia shigaraki #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero academia #tomura x you #mha tomura #mha imagines #mha angst #shigaraki tomura #tomura x reader #tomura x y/n #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you

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The Prettiest Eyes

Summary: Everything you knew was based off of primal rules of nature, the man who owned you was your Alpha and you, the Omega. 

Warnings: Dehumanizing pronouns (It/That), pretty gender neutral, there isn’t a pairing because I didn’t know who to do, descriptions of gore but mild, despite the Alpha/Omega titles not A/B/O, I think thats all

Word Count: 1,641

A/N: Sorry I literally fell off the face of the earth but life happened, I do have a lot of stories in drafts one might be posted on Wednesday if not Thursday. Also I left this one on a cliffhanger kind of so you can just make up your own ending. I’ll try to upload more and not disappear randomly xD. But thank you for sticking with me, enjoy!

They said that eyes are the windows to the soul. You could tell who a person was, what they are, and what they will be. The prettiest eyes belonged to the prettiest people. The ones with a pure soul and conscience, the ones who were confident and knew what they wanted.

So where did that leave you?

You were many things. You were tainted.

You were broken.

You were used.

You were scared.

But you knew what you wanted.

You wanted to be free. Away from the confines of the walls they built, away from the suffocating experiments, the people here were judging you and you knew it. Treated like a toy for their disposal, the only one who gave you an ounce of pity was left bloodied on the floor. Shot down from the very ones they tried to save you from.

Why was it like this? Why would they keep you? Didn't they see that it was hurting you? Shackled down like the monster you were. The black cloth that blackened your vision, but you could see. You could see the outlines of their bodies that surrounded you, some kind of weapon that summoned fire from its mouth. You could feel the metal of the muzzle on your mouth, rusted from old tears. You could hear the door of your confinement squeak open as you turned your head slightly, seeing a familiar body at the entrance.

The scent was there too, they always had that ashen scent with some smoky wood. The others all smelled the same to you, something strong and fuzzy like powder. The same powder that rested within their weapons, some smelled of a nice smell the company of a woman most likely with the flower scent. When was the last time you smelled a flower? Just before the accident perhaps.

Right before she was taken from you.

Stuck in thought of the only smell you loved being taken from you so violently, you didn’t notice the body from the door right in front of you. She said the scent was Vanilla and Cherry Blossoms, what was vanilla? She showed you the thing she called a Cherry Blossom, Sakura, it looked so pretty. She said the color was pink, how many things were pink?

The force of someone yanking your hair brought you out of your thoughts, in front of you was a white blob of sorts. That was his head. Had he been talking to you?

“You worthless dog, you weren’t listening to a thing I was saying, were you?” his voice heavy with venom, you didn’t speak, he would hurt you if you did. So you just shook your head. It was much better being honest with him than anything else.

“I see you’re being more honest lately, maybe all you needed was to see the consequences of your words, huh?” you didn't respond, he already knew the answer. He loved doing this. Seeing you crumble before him, seeing how worthless you realized you were. “Unchain the thing, we have a fight coming up!” he bellowed to the bodies surrounding the room. You bowed your head, lowering your body till you could feel the cold stone, rough against your head. The falling of the chains as the metal hit the ground only to be followed by a clicking sound to the restraint around your neck. That was when you knew it was okay to get up, rising from your knees with your head bowed.

You have been walking for a while, your room was the farthest from the only place you felt free. You knew you were almost there when they took off the restraint around your mouth, hearing the metal clasps loosen their grasp from the straps. They always gave you enough time to stretch your mouth so it didn’t hurt when you went into the ring. At least they were nice enough to do that, but if only your loyalty wasn’t beaten into you maybe you would be walking for different reasons aside from killing something. If only you had met her sooner, your life could be different, you wouldn’t see yourself as they saw you.

You wanted Mama.

She was so nice to you, she always stood up to the master when it came to you. She was the one who taught you words other than the ones based on your submission. Maybe if she didn’t challenge him she could still be alive, maybe if you just obeyed like the underdog you were. However, that is not what happened. Life was not fair, it was never fair, not when you had ugly eyes. You were an unlucky creature but lucky enough for your alpha to keep you alive.

You couldn’t see the lights flickering but you could hear people fighting from the place you were heading. Coming from your reverie you realized something was wrong, you strained your ears to hear farther but you couldn’t make out much. There was a lot of grunting, you could hear things being destroyed, maybe the wall that separated you from the bodies past the barrier. Before you could stop it, the more primal side of you growled loudly. You could feel the eyes on you, watching your every move as you stopped walking, crouching low to the ground you felt claws come from under your nails. “Omega,” his voice bellowed, a command resting at the tip of it. Was he going to make you stay? Was he going to tell you to go find the source?

That was when you heard shouting coming from behind you causing you to whip your head towards the source. Their footsteps were growing closer and closer, you were waiting for him to spit out a command, any command.

“Take care of them, Omega!” that was all you needed before you sped off on all fours. The patting hands turned to the clicking of claws, heavy breaths turned into snarls, the cloth around your eyes still tight on your head as your face elongated into a snout. You knocked down the first body you found, your claws digging into their flesh before being thrown off by another body. Your body rolled once or twice before your claws dug into the solid rock below you. Shaking your body off of any dirt you let out a low growl as you prepared to lunge at the pair.

You ran towards them, baring your teeth to dig into their flesh. The metallic taste was all too familiar, you tasted it every time you went out into the ring. For a while, you were bouncing from attacking one person to the other. Your claws piercing their flesh, your teeth bared down on them. They were faltering, but so were you. A few times, you opened weakness and they spilled your blood, never anything big but enough for it to hurt. You were recovering from another blow when you heard his voice.

“Omega, come to me!” your head snapped towards the direction of his voice before looking back at the two you were previously fighting. Without a second thought you rushed toward his voice, maybe he’ll reward you for being so obedient. Maybe this was a test, this has to be a test. However, the closer you got to your master, the more aware you were of the fallen bodies covered in that familiar mist of powder and flowers. If they have fallen then you know what was happening, and he wanted you to see. The Alpha is being challenged.

You weaved past some of the figures that tried to stop you, who was it that challenged your alpha, your master. Soon there you were, two bodies circling each other one was definitely him while the other scent was unknown to you. “Omega! Protect me!” he bellowed, why did he want your protection? He was being challenged, there is no protection in a challenge. With a short snarl everyone understood why you didn’t pounce into action, even the devil himself understood how this looked to you.

There was no protection when power was challenged. Everyone stilled as you circled around the pair, watching their movements from your limited view, snapping at the ones who grew a little too close to them. Your master never truly thought through his actions, thinking that he would have never been caught. Drilling into your head that you were the Omega, you listened to him, your Alpha. He taught you the most primal things of an animal, the Alpha could be challenged, whoever won this challenge was your new Alpha. No one dared to challenge him and if they did he always won. This was the day he finally lost, cowering beneath the one who showed him who the true top dogs were, the real Alphas. And in that moment, he knew he lost any and all influence he had over you

The leather of your dark skin dully shined under the lights, your claws tapping against the concrete as you walked towards the winner. Your teeth covered in blood from your previous targets now facing him, head hung low ready to pounce if the Hero said so. All in one moment he knows what your victims feel when faced with you, you were ready to bite, to gnaw and break his bones. “T-tell it to stop! T-they’ll listen to you, I swear I’ll tell you anything just tell that thing to back down” there was a long moment of silence as you crept closer, the saliva that dripped from your mouth landing onto his fine fabrics. You could snap his neck if they told you too, you had ugly eyes, it was your duty. He reminded you of that every moment he could when you were younger. The ugly ones spilt the blood, and you believe him.

“Omega…”

#bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bnha x you #bnha #hero x reader #I don't know what tags to put for this lol #ambiguous ending #bnha angst

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This Is What You Came For

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader 

Summary: Bakugou wanted a break from his day to day, luckily you were there.

Word Count: 323

Warning: Implied drinking and sex

A/N: A little drabble because why not, I tried to keep it gender neutral if I'm being honest I literally wrote this while listening to the song so sorry if its bad

Lights flashing.

Bodies clashing.

Drinks splashing.

So much movement was happening all over the club and out of all of it, Bakugou could only see you. Amongst the crowd, he could see the way you swayed your hips. The way your hair seemingly floated around your head. How your clothes hugged every right place to show off your body. 

Bakugou wasn’t stupid. He knew every male in this club had eyes on you. They all watched you move just like him. Out of all of the other potential hookups  in the club, your eyes were only on him. No matter what you were doing. Your eyes always held contact with his, you were luring him in with your eyes, body, and mind. This is what he came for right? A good time. Something to take his mind off of being a hero and paperwork that slept at his desk. Your face grew a smirk as you raised your hand telling him to follow you before you disappeared into the crowd of bodies.

It took him a second to register what was happening before he sprung up to follow. His eyes searching for those seductive eyes, feeling their burn on him but never finding them. He spun around a few times before he saw you smirking at him by the door. Holding the eye connect for a few moments before crossing the threshold. This time he wasted no time following you, entering the room you lured him to. The shock wasn't hidden when he saw no one in the room. Quickly turning around at the sound of the door closing and locking behind him, then he met your stare once more. Not even a second later he had you pinned to the door, his tongue halfway down your throat. The feeling of hands exploring the other's body.

Lips smashing.

Teeth Clashing.

Skin Slapping

This is what he came for.

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Dancing

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Summary: Dabi is having ‘some days off’ and while you are cleaning up the aftermath of dinner. A special song plays,

Warnings: fluff, soft Dabi, Gender neutral reader, domestic, mentions of sexual themes 

Word Count: 1,183

Dabi was a lot of things. A killer. A kidnapper. A sociopathic jerk. An emotionless moron. But he was also a loving boyfriend. From the outside people may think that the relationship is toxic and abusive, the countless burns and cuts on your body could support those theories. But he always changed when he walked through the threshold of your home. Always subtle but it was there.

You knew your lover. He would never hurt you intentionally, sometimes you would talk about the wrong things at the wrong times. Sometimes he held so much pent up emotions that he didn’t know what to do and he relieves when you sleep together. That is where most of your marks originate from. Your sex together. He was always rough with you but he always treated you carefully afterward. Helping you with burns, holding you close to his chest running his fingers through your hair as if to make sure you were real.

Some nights would be different, however. Those nights you could feel his love in each gentle caress, each kiss. Every move he made was filled with emotion. His rare soft demeanor didn’t stop at your sex life, sometimes he could be so domestic it was almost normal. He would hold your waist with his head on your shoulder watching you cook. He would sometimes help clean around the house. Sometimes, when you cuddle next to him and he wraps his arm around your waist you could feel his fingers trace small circles on your stomach. His eyes would noticeably soften when he did that, maybe he was thinking about having a child with you. Being a normal family, one to hide from his villainous occupation.

You were always so careful during his soft moods for they were fragile. You saw it happen a few times in your presence. The first time was when you mentioned his softness towards you, his eyes hardened like a stone as he went back to his usual self. Another, was when both of you were cuddling in bed watching a movie then his phone vibrated. Whatever message it was killed his mood entirely as he got up to get dressed, kissed you roughly as a goodbye then left.

Today was one of his soft days. He was on a break of sorts, he said that he was going to be home for a while, needed to lay low. You were in the kitchen washing the dishes from the dinner you had finished, playing music as a background. You finished wiping down the area of the kitchen, making sure everything was clean before you went off to pursue the comforts of your bed. Just as you were finishing up, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Then you felt his lips softly press against your neck causing you to melt into his embrace as if you didn’t already. “Don’t you remember this one?” you heard his raspy voice ask against your skin. That is when you truly listened to the song that was currently playing. It was the one that Dabi caught you dancing to one day when you thought he wasn't home. He told you that you looked so beautiful. Ever since then it was a song that was just for the two of you. A slow rhythm with soft lyrics. You smiled at the memory before he spoke again. “This is our song,”

His fingers moved to grasp yours, taking your form and turning you around to face him. He stared into your eyes for a second, you saw how soft his eyes were as he pulled you closer capturing your lips. It was a loving kiss. That was another thing, you loved about loving this man. No matter whether or not he was in a loving mood or he was emotionless, his kisses always expressed how he felt. All the words he could otherwise say.

His hand led yours to lay on his shoulder, then he let his hand travel down to your waist. Holding it gently as he broke the kiss, gripping your hand tightly as he began to sway with the music. His eyes never leaving yours, taking in every emotion that passes through them. “You are so beautiful, you know that right?” he muttered, raising his arm to twirl you before bringing you back into his embrace. The smile that graced your face soon transferred to him, the staples that decorated his face to connect the damaged skin to the soft flesh from his birth. “You never let me forget it,” you muttered back to him.

The song was coming to an end, but you didn't want this to end. Neither did he. But despite this fact, he took the small of your back and dipped you, leaning down to join the both of you in a kiss. As the kiss deepened, he slowly rose you to an upright position letting go of your hand as he let his arms envelop your waist. Your own going around his neck, pulling each other closer until there was no space to even think about separating. Yet again, despite what you both wanted, your bodies ached for oxygen and the growing need was soon overwhelming until you both let go and gasped for air. Your foreheads touching as you just enjoyed the other's presence. He gave your butt a small pat signaling you to jump, and that is exactly what you did. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved toward a counter to set your weight on, moving to your phone to pause the now ending song that followed your dancing.

“What movie do you want to watch?” he asked looking back up at you, his hands resting on either side of your body. “You already know the answer to that question, so don’t pretend.” you giggled, leaning up to connect your lips once again before he moved to take you to the shared bedroom. Setting you on the bed before he left towards the television, putting on the movie that you watched so many times both of you knew it by heart. One more willing than the other of course.

You rested up to his chest, your hand picking at the white tank top that rested on his skin. Your eyes were focused on the screen, and Dabi couldn’t help but remember how they sparkled when they were dancing. He looked down at you, easily remembering every beautiful feature about you. “(Y/n),” he called out, catching your attention off of the movie and looked up at your lover. “Yes?”

“I love you so much, you know that right?” his voice was full of an emotion that you couldn’t identify. Even if he was a stoic, sociopathic asshole. He was your stoic, sociopathic asshole. And he loved you with every loving fiber in his body, he didn’t have to say the words. You already knew. So you moved your head back to the TV, resettling your body to get comfortable again. “Yes I know,” you barely whispered.

“I love you too.”

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By 20 years...

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader

Summary: A few weeks before the both of you graduate, you asked your lover how long he would love you. He gave a pleasantly beautiful answer.

Warnings: Fluffy, soft Aizawa, pregnancy, shorter than usual

Word Count: 840ish

It was rather weird, everything in your relationship was weird. No one thought he would love or could love, no one thought he would find it. His laid-back attitude for not caring about anything made it hard for anyone to imagine it.

Yet there was you.

You both kept your relationship a secret, for he was a hero but dreaded the spotlight. And you, you wanted to be no one special. You were by your lover’s side no matter what, making sure he slept properly, making sure he wasn’t overdoing it. You always liked to make the joke that you were more of a mother to him than a lover. But you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You had both been together since high school, keeping such a relationship secret until he became a hero was quite hard considering his noisy friends. You both let the cat out the bag when he graduated the UA, a shock to all of his, now, former classmates. You let out a soft giggle at the memory, it made you remember one of your dates a few weeks before his graduation.

You both were on one of your dates in the park, overlooking the playing children and their parents. Playing tag, using the swings. Being, well, kids. It got him thinking about a future with you. Before he got far, your voice interrupted him. “Hey Shouta, I have a question.” this caught the young males’ attention, he turned his head to you adoring your features as you continued to look on. He let out a low hum. He knew that was all you needed before you continued.

“Do you love me?” you asked in that damned voice. That voice you made when you were sad or contemplating something. Did you doubt his love? He knows he isn’t the most affectionate but,

“Of course,”

You let out a small hum, a smile gracing your lips though barely there. “How about in a month?”

“I will love you even more,”

“What about in a year?”

“I will still love you.”

“Five years?” he could see the tears forming in your eyes. You wore a smile he hasn’t seen in a long time, something was troubling you and he wanted to know but he valued your privacy. And he respected it so he won’t push. Not yet, “I will love you more than life itself.”

“What about…in twenty years?” having enough of that sad tone, he raised his hand to grabbed your chin ever so gently. Turning your head to meet his eyes, he leaned in to meet your lips in a kiss. Slow and passionate. It was some time before he finally pulled away.

You moved to go sit down on the couch in your shared home, you’re feet were hurting from the additional weight of your stomach. Your lover was supposed to be home an hour ago, you could only hope everything was going smoothly with his mission. You always worried about him, even when he tells you not to, you couldn’t help it. He was the love of your life, you were his.

You closed your eyes as you let your hand travel to the bump of your stomach. You were peaking six months and the child was just as much of an acrobat as its father. Never slowing down, never letting up for anyone else but its father. Making your womb its stage and your poor intestines its audience.

“In twenty years, I hope to love someone else who cherishes me just as much.” this caught your attention, what did he mean by that? The confusion filled your eyes, he was going on about how much he loved you and now he is saying he’ll love someone else?

He must have saw the confusion in your features because he released a small chuckle. Turning his head away from you, he looked towards the kids in the park. “I hope in twenty years, that someone will be our child. Something of both you and me, to prove and to show my undying love and loyalty to you. And only you.”

It was so out of character of him to say. Who knew this care-free male could be so romantic, “Why do we have to wait twenty years? We are about to graduate, we can handle ourselves.” this statement made him chuckle once more.

“I would rather take my time, I want to make sure you know without a benefit of the doubt that I am loyal to you and only you.” his voice was so soft you could hardly believe it.

“Can we make that twenty years to ten years?” you asked leaning forward to meet him in a kiss. A kiss which he gladly returned, cupping your cheek with his large hand.

“I’m home,” your lover announced as he crossed the threshold of your house. Only to see you asleep on the couch, with your hand resting on your stomach. His eyes softened at the sight,

“I can make it five,”

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta x reader #bnha shouta aizawa #bhna x reader #bnha aizawa #aizawa fluff #aizawa x pregnant reader #bnha imagines #bnha fluff

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Bakugou with Touch-starved S/O

Request: @riatheaurora  Okie so Bakugo x reader where the reader is so touch starved that someone hugs them and they’re just so shook cause usually they don’t get hugs and Bakugo goes out of his way to constantly hug the reader

A/N: I couldn’t think of a proper fic so I did head canons if that is alright with you. Also I do apologize with how late this came out, I have been working on a lot of schoolwork. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

You didn’t really grow up in a affectionate household. You had your dad and your brothers, so growing up was full of rough-housing and sports.

You also didn't have many friends, mainly because you didn’t have time for them. Your family was always busy doing the next big thing like climbing mountains, going to sports games. Y’know what boys do best,

So going to the UA, where most of the time you are away from the environment you adapted  to took awhile to get used to.

The first time someone hugged you, it was Uraraka.

You had helped her study for a big test that she was panicking over and when she got the results back. She had passed, so the first thing she did was run up to you and gave you a big ol’ hug

This goes with saying, you froze up like a fucking statue

You didn’t know what to do or how to react so you just gave her an awkward head pat and slowly started to push her away from your body. She made a weird face but she was far too happy about the results to actually question it

The second time you were hugged it was when you and the girls of 1-A went on a girls day. You didn’t know what it was and was kinda interested so you tagged along. The day was filled with things that you were not used to like getting you nails done, getting you hair done, and all that nice stuff. So at the end of the day you confessed that you never did such an activity and the girls went wild. They all enveloped you in one big bear hug and you froze up again. After a second or two you kind of just pushed them away.

The physical affection crisis did not improve when you started dating Bakugo

Many people believe that he is a cuddle and trust me he is, but not the first couple months of the relationship

Then, you were moved to the dorms after Bakugo’s kidnapping, which you were relieved to have him back but there was no physical contact aside from a slap on a back. That was your form of hugging,

Soon after you were moved to the dorms, you were hugged by the various girls of the class on multiple occasions, your reactions were still the same but you tolerated it a bit more.

Then you realized the more you tolerated it the more you craved such affection

During a late night outing in the common room, it was revealed that you weren’t hugged a lot as a kid. And the situation only worsened as you got older, and you expressed how much you didn’t mind because you were just so used to it. 

A certain someone paid extra attention to this note and made it his duty to make sure you were given all the physical affection to make up for lost time. 

So that brings you to the first time you were hugged but your explosive boyfriend

You were in the kitchen making a snack before you retreated back to your room when you felt a pair of strong arms enclose around your waist. You knew it was Bakugo because who else would randomly just go up to someone and hug them.

However this fact did not change how you froze up like you always did

But this time you relaxed faster than usual, melting into his embrace while you stopped all previous movements

“Bakugo, what are you doing?”

“Hugging you what does it look like?”

“But why?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,”

“Then shut up,”

After that, his embraces just increased tenfold. He would always have some body part on you when you were around.

If you just walked into a room, he would instantly gesture you over so he can hold onto your waist. Or have his arm around your shoulders

If you were alone in a room, he would have in his lap, head resting on your head or shoulder arms around you waist.

If you went out with friends and he was there, expect him to have his arm on you shoulder or around your waist

He

Will

Stay 

Touching

You

And honestly you don’t mind it, in fact you start hugging him back if you are in the position to. When he holds out his hand for you to take you grab it without hesitation

If he doesn't initiate contact then its you who hugs him from behind or run into his arms when you haven’t seen him all day. Dorm room outings where you are just cuddled up with each other become a very common occurrence. 

It has gotten to the point where if one of y’all weren’t with the other you were most likely planning on how to dominate the world.

Hugging or any type of physical affection between the two of you is a must have in every second of the day and neither of you will complain about it.

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The Empath

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

Summary: He always saw you wherever he went. You were always alone, even if many people knew of you. None of them knew you. Yet he still wanted you in his life, despite your reputation.

Warnings: Soft Bakugo, mention of death, a little angsty, happy ending :) I was bored so sorry if its not good. I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible 

Word Count: 3,270ish

He always saw you.

It was as if you were stalking him.

You were at the library when he went to study with his friends, you were always sitting by yourself reading some books. You were always in the teachers’ lounge talking to one of the teachers when he went to talk to Aizawa. You sometimes held a small smile on the normally emotionless face. You sat in the courtyard when it was lunch, eating your lunch. Always reading a book.

But something always nagged him when he saw you. Something never felt quite right when he spotted you in your normal spots reading those stupid books of yours.

You were always alone.

You never had anyone around you. You always were by your lonesome and he didn’t know why. You were very pretty and you looked like a nice person. So what was the deal?

“What’s their problem?” Bakugo asked one day when they went to the library to study for one of their tests. “Huh? Who are you talking about Bakugo?” Mina asked, her bright eyes trying to find the person her friend was talking about. Until her eyes landed on your silky (h/c) mane, strands of loose hair pushed behind your ear. “Whoa, they are so pretty!” 

“What are you two talking about?” the red-headed male inquired, walking up to them. The only reply he received was from Mina who pointed at you with the biggest smile on her face. “Aren’t they pretty?” the girl innocently asked. Kirishima followed her finger and immediately grew weary. 

“How about we get to that studying, yeah?” Bakugo looked at his friend, seeing his conflicted features before huffing and going to their studying. He really couldn’t help it. Bakugo always found his crimson eyes drift towards your quiet form. A certain male noticed this and sighed.

“Their name is (L/n), they are in General Studies,” Kirishima said suddenly, successfully grabbing the attention of his friends. “What?” Kaminari looked lost, was this in the test? 

“You wanted to know what their deal was right? They’re a first-year, like us. No one knows what their quirk is, they doubt if they even have one at all.” the red-head mumbled. Looking down at his paper, he just continued with his explanation. 

“No one talks to them because about two years ago, they went all bat shit crazy in the middle of class. Everyone started saying that they were straight psycho and no one wants to associate themselves with someone like that, y’know? Anyway, I think its best if we just leave them alone.” the rest of the study session was silent after that. That didn’t mean a certain person didn’t notice a teacher coming up to you and taking you out of the library.

After that, he hadn’t seen you for the next week. Maybe you dropped out. Or moved away somewhere far away. 

All those theories were blown out the window when the class saw you standing by their teacher when they walked inside Gym Gamma. The class immediately irrupted in whispers, talking about all the rumors they heard about you. Bakugo noticed the very small light in your eyes disappear as your head lowered just in the slightest degree. The bangs of your hair framed your face so perfectly, you wore the school gym clothes just like everyone else, but you just looked so much better than all those extras. Cementoss and Aizawa looked at each other with a knowing look in their eyes.

The moment Aizawa activated his quirk, the whole room fell silent. “For today’s exercise, we will see how well you can do under the pressure of an unknown enemy with an unknown quirk. I know we had reenacted this scenario many times but you must be prepared for a quirk that very few may have.” he began, his hand gesturing towards your submissive body on his left. “This student will be your opponent if you successfully detain them. You pass.” his bland voice finished his instructions, looking at his colleague for a moment before putting a calloused hand on your shoulder, leading you away from the crowd. 

“You will be separated into teams of two. Each team will have a different environment, your goal is to locate the enemy and detain them. If you run out of time, you fail. If their quirk overwhelms you, you fail. Now, you may pick your pairs.” with that Cementoss left the students to themselves so they can choose their partners. 

Naturally, Bakugo chose Kirishima. The pair were formulating a plan to successfully capture you and pass their class. He had a strange feeling that someone was watching him, so his eyes roamed the expanse of the gym. Soon catching those (E/c) that he always wanted to see. Your gaze wasn’t as suddenly the ground started to form various barriers. All varying in size and shape, the ground the students stood lifted into a railed platform. 

Team after team, they failed. They either ran out of time or they became overwhelmed. Never once did you surface from the obstacles, no one ever got close to you. Yet you always beat them.

Nine teams have gone and failed, then they were finished they were sent to another platform soother could share their experience with the others. The only two who didn’t go yet was Kirishima and Bakugo. It was nerve-racking, how did no-one get you yet? Deku and Half n Half almost got you but ran out of time. Making their way to the ground of the gym, it was like a sudden wave of realization hit them. They were not going to pass this exercise. No one else did.

 How could they?

One the mark of three, the timer started. The pair split up going different ways, hoping that they could at least cover more ground. Soon, he heard his friend scream in an emotion he couldn’t decipher. 

“Kirishima!” he yelled out, calling for his partner. Growing more and more irritated, blasting away obstacles, trying to get a bird’s eye view to not only find his friend but find you. 

He found his friend first much to his relief, not that he would ever admit it. “What happened to you, Shitty hair?” his voice was aggressive but he felt genuine concern, Kiri never cracks under pressure like this. Bakugo watched as his partner’s body shook under his calloused hand.

“Get away from me Bakugo!” Kirishima yelled, pushing his friend as far away from his as possible. This angered the blonde greatly what the hell happened to him? Why was he yelling? His anger only grew as he watched Kirishima harden his hand, running towards Bakugo without another word. 

With each blast and hit. Bakugo’s anger and frustration grew, it was overwhelming. The more time the two fought, the less time was left for them on the clock.

It was just another minute and a half before the round was over, but it was so much.

His anger.

It was growing on its own and it was eating you alive. 

How did someone hold this much anger? Why couldn’t you control it better? How did it even get this bad? It was so much. Too much.

Then a scream erupted through the arena.

The scream didn’t belong to neither one of the boys that were fighting. Bakugo snapped his head around to see you.

Your hands covered your ears, tears threatened to fall past your eyes as you fell to your knees. The links severing,

You were so caught up in the overwhelming emotions that you felt, you were too busy trying to calm yourself down. You didn’t realize the too boys that walked up to you until you felt your wrists fall under the rough grip of someone. Opening your eyes, you were meet with the hateful gaze of the explosive male before you. 

“P-please let me go,” you whimpered, “Not a chance, not till you tell me what the hell your quirk is.” the growl in his voice made you want to hide, he intimidated you beyond understanding. The more you squirmed the tighter his hold on your wrists became. The frustration in his eyes grew more and more, he almost yelled at you to answer his question before you were saved. 

Aizawa released you from Bakugo’s deathly grip, “Surprisingly, Bakugo and Kirishima pass today’s exercise.” the tired male announced. Usually, this announcement would’ve made the blonde happy but this time he couldn’t help but feel bad as he stared at your retreating frame. _______ “Do you guys know what (L/n)’s quirk is?” Asui questioned her classmates as they all lounged in the dorms common room. Everyone in the room shared a silence, no one bothered to ask again when their teacher shot it down the first time. “I asked Mr. Aizawa after classes were dismissed, all he told me was that they would be working with us often.” Midoriya broke the silence with his soft voice.

And that you did.

You were often stationed on the sidelines, just standing there and staring. Sometimes you would break down and fall to your knees if training got intense, especially with Bakugo. Other times, you had to take a break because you overused your quirk. But your exposure to the class was still the same, some of the nicer ones started to talk to you. Even if it was hesitant.

The ones you knew as Deku, Uraraka, and Todoroki were the main people that spoke to you. They never bugged you about your quirk. They never bugged you about your personal life, not unless you wanted to. You were then moved to their dorms but never took any hero classes aside from their training.

You opened up bit by bit, everyone in the class soon found out that you weren’t as crazy as everyone rumored you to be. One day, the entire class was hanging out in the dorms talking like they always did. Bragging about how far along they came with their quirks, you enjoyed how everyone held pride in their advancements. Then someone brought you into the conversation, 

“Hey, (L/n)! What is your quirk? You never told us,” Midoriya’s voice echoed through your ears.

Your quirk.

At first, you hesitated, but you knew them for a long time now. You were close to the class of future heroes, save for the hot-headed one. The strength of his emotions were scary, you saw how he acted with the others of the class and it scared you. You didn’t want him to yell at you like that. No matter how attracted you were to him.

You looked down at your crossed legs, it felt weird. You never had such close relations with people ever since the incident. It felt nice,

“You don’t ha-”

“I’m an empath,” you started slowly, “I can create emotional links with people as long as I have them in my sight. When the link is established I can influence that person’s emotions, calming them, angering them, making them sad. Whatever I please they feel it,”

You noticed how everyone in the room grew silent at the explanation, you felt it as a need to continue. Maybe they wanted to know more, or maybe they were too shocked to speak. 

“It has its downfall though, if I use it too much I start to get dizzy and need to take a break. That is the reason why I leave the training exercises for a short time. Another weakness is…” everyone looked on at the newly announced Empath. Especially the explosive blonde, he listened to you intently even if it seemed like he didn’t care. He grew rather fond of you, not that he would ever admit to anyone. Mostly because he saw how you tried to steer clear of the male as if you were scared to even look at him. And that pained him a little.

“Another weakness is if the person whom I linked with has very strong emotions, my quirk will have the opposite effect and its very painful. The stronger the emotion is the more painful it is, that is another reason why I take breaks.”

“So what happened two years ago? Why did you go all psycho?” your eyes shot up to look at the one who asked the question. The devil himself. “Bakugo! Y-you can’t go around and ask people things like that!” Uraraka scolded at him as tough as she could. “Yeah man, that was not very manly of you.” Kirishima aided her in your defense. “Oh shut it, you were all wondering the same damn thing I just had enough balls to ask.”

“But st-” 

“It’s fine,” you said almost quietly, “It is an explanation that is long overdue,” Bakugo looked over at you. Adoring how you picked your lips gently, avoiding the gaze of everyone in the room. He always found it cute when you fidgeted like that. He loved how you bounced your leg as you waited for results of a test to come in, how you paced when you were worried about something. How you picked your lips when you got a little emotional.

“Part of my quirk is being about to make permanent links with people I hold dear to my heart. It is a very intimate act to me, a sign of my ultimate trust and loyalty, y’know.” the little giggle you let out as you picked at your skin sent his heart racing. How could you be so cute?

“I did it with my parents when I figured it out, it was their anniversary and I wanted it to be something special for all of us. When I did it I could feel every emotion they did. I knew when Mom was sad, I knew when Dad was angry. If it got bad I would start crying, it was intense sometimes but we still loved each other. That day, I could tell something was wrong. I felt….distressed. I didn’t know why, both Mom and Dad felt terrified. And then I felt a terrible pain, it was unbearable. It felt as if I was being ripped in two, I tried to act like nothing was wrong but it got too much and I broke.”

“What happened to your parents?” Bakugo looked for the voice that asked the question, meeting the eyes of Yaoyorozu. Everyone looked at her before their attention shifted back to your small frame. All he wanted to do was go up to you and hold you to his chest but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

“I was directed to the Principles office for disrupting the class, but I could barely keep myself together. I later found out that my parents died in a car crash. They made me take a psychiatric test to see how I was doing. I guess the results were bad because the next thing I knew I was being transferred to a Psychiatric Institute and that is how I spent my summer. When I was released, I was sent to my Grandmother. I had connected to her the same way I did to my parents for her birthday before their death. Sometime early in the first semester of high school, she died of a heart attack. I felt nothing, I didn’t even know until the hospital called the school.” 

“Does that mean you only get like that if the death is not natural?” it was that Icyhot bastard who spoke next and you just nodded your head in agreement. The silence was awkwardly comfortable, it was like they all understood you better.

 On a more intimate level.

There was only so much silence you could handle until you had enough. “Thank you for listening, but I need to go to sleep now.” with those words you had gotten up from your spot on the floor and made your way to the stairs that lead to your dorm. 

You were just about to open the door to your room when you heard his voice call out to you. You looked over to your side to see him walk over to you, you couldn’t help the slight blush that dusted your cheeks. How could you? You saw his strong frame from that tank top he wore.

“Yes, Bakugo?” you couldn’t keep your voice from shaking, how could you? “Why don’t you ever talk to me?” his rough voice questioned you when he was right beside you. You couldn’t meet his gaze, you were already flustered from just looking at him. You couldn’t form actual words in that moment, he was so close, you could practically feel his breath on your neck.

“Well? I’m waiting,” why? Why was he waiting? Did he care why you never spoke to him? Why you avoided him?

“Because your anger is overwhelming when you train, it scares me. And how you talk to the others always threatening to kill them, that’s kinda scary too.” since it was already a night of honesty on your half, you might as well have told him. But for the blonde, it hurt him. Did he scare you? To the point where you avoided his mere presence?

“I scare you?” his voice was shakey. It shocked you, to say the least. He sounded so vulnerable in that one moment, it left you so speechless you could only nod your head. 

“Is there a way for you not to be so scared of me?” that question surprised you. He didn’t even care, right?

“Why do you want to know something like that?” you grew the courage to look back at his built frame to see the softest face you could expect from someone like him. 

You had infected his heart and he hated it. He hated being the reason that you had to take breaks to recover from his intense feelings. He hated the fact that his emotions were the reason you avoided him. He always wanted to speak to you, he always wanted to hold you close while you watched movies or just for the hell of it. 

But he scared you.

His next moves were unexpected, and he gave you plenty of time to push him away and rush into your dorm. But you didn’t.

Not as he turned you around to face him.

Not as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Not as his calloused hand met your cheek.

Not when he hesitated to connect his lips to yours.

Not even when he tilted your head to deepen the kiss.

You just melted into his hands like butter, you didn’t want this moment to end. You raised your hand to rest on his as you kissed him just as intently as he did. He pulled away too soon for your liking as you let out a small whimper. Leaving his hand to rest on your cheek just a little while longer before he left to go into his dorm. In that small little moment, you understood everything.

“Wait, Bakugo.” your voice called out to him shyly. He didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. You knew that he stopped in his doorway to hear you out,

“(Y/n)…” you paused for a moment before you continued, “My birth name is (Y/n).”

You heard him let out a small scoff, you could practically see the small smile on his face as he spoke. “Katsuki.”

 And as his door closed behind him, a blush irrupted on your cheeks as you touched your cheek. He was so gentle.

With a small smile, you turned to enter your room before you irrupted in a fit of little squeals and giggles. 

Unaware of the blonde who laid in his bed, smiling from your fit of happiness.  

And unaware from the eyes of said blondes friend, watching from the corner of the hall.

It was a nice night for all.

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Love Don’t Change

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader 

Summary: You and Katsuki were childhood friends, one day you had to move to Europe as per your grandparents wishes. When you come back to Japan, you never excepted to see the man you once swore to forget.

Warnings: fluffy with some angst 

Word Count: 2,284 

A/n: This was inspired by a song Love Don't Change by Jeremiah although the sad tone of the song I made a happy ending so enjoy! Also I was thinking about making this like a mini-series for multiple characters. Should I?

You hid behind your mother's leg, shielding yourself from the new people that your mother wanted you to know. Your long (h/c) locks helped you hid from the curious eyes of the strangers.

“Come on you silly girl. Don’t be rude, introduce yourself.” your mother sweetly scolded, you looked up past your locks. Gazing at the small family before you, a beautiful young woman with blonde hair holding the shoulders of what you assumed to be her son. Almost a spitting image between the two of them, when you looked at the man beside them it was shocking how they were even related. But, the wedding bands on their hands proved you wrong. That made your eyes finally fall onto the blonde male that stood their so confidently. His arms crossed, chin up, puffing out his chest as he sported a cocky smirk.

You felt your cheeks heat up a tad bit as you hid your face once more, muttering your introduction. “I’m sorry about her, she was never really a big people person.” your mother chuckled only making your face heat up even more.

“Don’t worry about it, Akari. I think it would be a good influence on my son. Maybe teach him a thing or two about keeping his mouth shut.” she chuckled. Hearing someone walking towards you, you unconsciously moved closer towards your mothers' legs. Seeing someone’s shadow hovering over you, you lifted your (e/c) orbs to see the sight before you. A hand stuck out as a greeting leading up to a blonde boy who was smiling wide, looking down at you. “The name’s Bakugou Katsuki! Don’t forget it!” looking into his blood-red eyes only made you blush more.

Shyly you held out your hand to shake his, “Okumura (Y/n),” you quietly admitted, and as your hand connected with his, he shook furiously. “Nice to meet you Okumura! What’s your quirk?” and with those words, you instantly came out of your shell. Wordlessly grabbing his hand as you dragged him out to your family garden.

___________

You were sitting in the lobby of your home, patiently waiting for your long time best friend. Your bags were all packed and ready to go, your one-way ticket to Europe had been bought and you ride to the airport was waiting. All that you need was for him to say goodbye. You wanted him to come and wish you well, ride with you to the Airport and see you off.

However, he never came. You waited to the very last second and even almost missed your flight.

And he never came.

You sat in your seat, your music softly playing in your earbuds. Your dairy sat open in your lap, the pen you had previously been writing with laid dormant in your fingers. Your (e/c) orbs gazed out into the sky as your vision blurred.

Why didn't he come?

You both had known each other for so long, you both had the same classroom throughout elementary, you were going to start Middle school together. Maybe that is what hurt you the most. You wouldn’t be by his side for as long as you had hoped.

Gazing down to your lap, you read over what you wrote in your diary. The tears broke past the dam you tried so hard to keep up as you ripped every single page out of the book.

“Will you wait for me?” you brokenly whispered as you looked at the crumpled pages in the trash. “......mon loup,”

Why didn't you come to say goodbye?

_______

You walked up the steps of your new high school. You moved back to Japan with the blessing of both your parents and your grandparents. The only requirement was that you had to attend one of the most prestigious schools.

So here you are, at the steps of the UA.

You walked up to the front desk and turned in all the necessary paperwork to enroll. You were guided to your dorm, given books for your classes and a tour of the school. You then attended the last ten minutes of your fourth period before heading off to the cafeteria.

You were surprised when you ordered your food. Who knew French cuisine could be so delicious outside of France. You minded your own until someone interrupted your meal. “Hey! Do you mind if we sit here with you?” you heard someone ask, looking up, you see a yellow-haired male with a black strip in his bangs. Behind him were two boys and a girl.

The girl looked strange, she was all pink with two horn-like things sticking out of her head. One of the boys closest had red hair and sported a small smile, the one just behind him ha black hair and weird elbows. Not that you discriminate but still.

You stared at them for a bit until you turned your head back to your food. “Sure, go ahead. I don't mind,” you muttered. They each took their seats as they pleased and started to talk amongst themselves. Not long after, their quiet chatting got a tad bit louder.

Your quiet meal was interrupted when you heard a male yelling. Looking up, you see an ash blonde glaring in your direction. “I'm sorry?” your voice emitted from the quiet atmosphere that you created for yourself. As you made contact with the same eyes you tried to forget.

“I said what the fuck are you eating?” he repeated, his teeth grinding out of annoyance.

You had to bring yourself out of a daze before answering, “Escargots De Bourgogne, its a French delicacy.” you muttered. “Can I try? I never had French food before!” the pink one exclaimed, a small smile etched its way on your face as nodded.

Taking your fork, you picked one up and placed it on her plate, soon enough everyone asked to try one as they promised to take the foreign dish together. All except the loudest one of the bunch. You paid him no mind, too in grossed in their funny reactions as they ate it.

They ate it with shell and all which made you giggle but you couldn't blame them. “This is so......crunchy.” the redhead commented, “Very rubbery too,” the one with the weird elbows added. You couldn’t help but giggle as you ate the dish the proper way.

“How come you're not eating the whole thing?” Pinky inquired.

“Because you're not supposed to eat the whole thing, just the inside. Escargots are snails,” you couldn't help but giggle when you heard them immediately spitting out every bit of the food out of their mouth. You raised your (e/c) eyes to meet the red ones yet again. That moment you saw that glimpse of familiarity in them.

That was your cue to leave.

Standing up, you slide your plate towards the group, “You guys can have the rest I have to go.” with that you left the cafeteria. Going as fast as your feet could carry you. Ignoring the voice that told you to stop, ignoring the quickly approaching footsteps.

Why was he here?

The next thing you know, you were pinned to the wall. Locked between two very muscular arms. “What are you doing here?” you heard his gruff voice question.

You shook your head furiously, looking down at the floor you refused to make eye contact again. “Answer me! Why are you here?” his voice was so much more violent than you remembered. Why was he acting like this?

“Answer m-” you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence again.

“I haven't seen you in three and a half years and the first thing you ask when you finally see me again is ‘Why are you here’?!” you asked him in a raised voice. Your vision of the floor began to blur as you continued.

“The last thing we did was fight! I remember it so vividly, you hated me! I heard you say that with your own two lips and you have no idea how much that broke me. You acted like it was my choice to live in Japan. To leave you. I gave you so many chances to try and communicate with me again, and you never did! You never responded to any of my letters! And they first thing you ask me when we finally see each other again is ‘Why are you here?”

You had been fighting to keep your voice strong when all you wanted to do was crumble down to the ground and cry. There was silence between the two of you before you broke it once again.

“Why didn't you come?”

You finally raised your head to look him in the eye. Tears ran down your face like rivers and it broke him. You could see it in his eyes. How his once strong stance faltered, how he backed away from you ever so slightly, how he hung his head.

How his shoulders started to shake as he brought one of his arms to his face. You heard him say something under his breath. You made a small confused sound, silently asking him to speak up.

“Because I loved you,” he started, “I just didn't know it yet.”

The way he spoke made him sound so weak and vulnerable, he lifted his head once again to look into your eyes. “I didn't want you to leave. I didn't want to lose you, I thought that you would never come back. I didn't want to see you walk out of my life like and instead, you walked out of it without a single word and the last thing I told you was the opposite of how I felt. I swear I regretted not seeing you off every day since then and seeing you today just made me remember why I felt so hurt when you told me you were leaving.”

His words were stronger than his eyes, he looked up at you as his tears ran down his face. His calloused fingers came up to caress the soft skin of your cheek, wiping away the tears that stained your cheek. His free hand snaked its way around you waist pulling you close to his chest, his lips meeting yours as he silently told you everything that he could never find the words to say.

__________

You sat in the garden of your home, your parents had bought you and Katsuki a house to celebrate your fifth anniversary. It was decently sized, not too big yet not too small. It was just right. And just for you, they had gotten on with a garden. A place where your quirk thrived.

You had a deep emotional connection with the plants around you, so when you were happy, the plants were strong and healthy. When you were sad they withered. And when you were angry...... let's just say your lover will never get on your bad side ever again.

You sat on a bench, surrounded by your favorite plant. All of them blooming as if the sun was at its highest when it was the moon. You smiled as you got to your favorite part of your book before a voice interrupted you.

“Ma belle,” you let out a small giggle as you heard your boyfriend use his broken French. “Yes, mon loup?” you continued reading your book, paying your lover no mind.

“We have known each other for a very long time correct?” he started slowly, you only hummed in agreement curious as to where he was going with this. “So, lately I have been thinking. Since you know we have this new house and there are all these spare rooms.” you looked up from your book to see his face a light shade of pink. “Darling, are you saying that you want to start trying for a baby?” you asked cautiously.

With those words, you saw him nod with a small ‘Yeah that,’. “My family won't approve of a child outside of marriage ‘Suki. You know this,” you giggled, looking up at him.

“I had a feeling you were going today that so I came prepared,”

The statement left you shocked, to say the least. What did he mean he came prepared?

Your breath caught in your throat when he got down on one knee, in the palm of his hand sat a red velvet box. And right in the middle, sat a beautiful diamond ring that glistened in the moonlight. “I thought about this moment for a long, long time and every time I imagine it, its not perfect enough to do you justice. And I wish I knew how to do this in French because I know how close you are to the culture and......” he looked up at you to see your expectant eyes.

“And I'm rambling, but I did go to your father first for his blessing because I know how he is old fashioned like that. And I asked him to teach me a phrase that describes you perfectly.” this caught your attention.

“What is it?”

“L’amour de ma vie, will you marry me?”

He didn't your answer because he already knew it. He saw how the plants around the both of you swayed. Once he placed the ring on your finger, you both shared a very loving kiss. It expressed all the emotions that words simply couldn't.

“I have a surprise of my own, Katsuki.” you murmured as you both pulled away. These words caught his attention, he looked you in the eyes as you said it. Once you did he swept you off your feet and showered you with kisses, this night was one of happiness and love.

“I’m pregnant,”

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