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Mic 12

Verse: Melodic Dissonance

Ship: Present Mic/Midoriya

Prompt: 12 pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

"You know, I gotta say," Yamada sighed as he straightened up, "Usually, I'm the Conductor of the relationship, you know? Aside from the fact that Aizawa hates having to talk to people if we run into them, and also because he hates using someone as loud as me, hehe. I don't uh, like it. Turning into a weapon."

Before Midoriya could profusely apologize for continuously using Yamada and requesting him on missions, the older man laughed back.

"It's not that big of a deal," he said, "but actually, it's sort of a stupid reason why."

Green eyes peered up at him.

"Even though we turn back with the clothes we wore when we first turned, and I'm grateful for that," he ran his hand through his soft-looking hair and raised it straight up. "My hair! My gel! Two hours of styling!" His hair fell limply around his head, "All gone."

He gave a heavy sigh.

"Who'd recognize me when like this? This is Yamada, not Present Mic, you know?"

In honesty, Yamada was one of Midoriya's favorite weapon. A boomstick longer than his arm and twice as thick. Most times, he had to brace himself up against a tree in an effort to keep himself from being knocked off his feet.

But his favorite part was when he fired. When he fired, the resulting blast was so loud it felt like he had gone deaf. It was a sound louder than his thoughts, and it almost felt like he was blasting away all of the extra clutter in his mind. Just Midoriya and Yamada. Just Present Mic and Deku.

Midoriya stared at Yamada and then back down to his water. He took a deep breath, finding his confidence, finding his courage, finding Yamada's gaze, and wished that he could

"I like it," Midoriya blurted out, getting up to his feet, and then licked his lips, "You. Uh… I like you."

Yamada's eyebrows shot up his face, and Midoriya didn't let anything stop him. Like how Yamada made him feel like the whole world was actually a place that could be held in two hands.

"I-I like how you feel in my hands!" he continued and wished that he had the time to write it out, create an essay that was filled with annotations and a complete bibliography, so that it would be more articulate than the words he was scrambling to find, but he was taking a step closer. "I l-like being with you, because it feels like the rest of the world goes away for a few seconds and it feels like, for just a moment, you're all mine. And I'm all yours."

But now that Midoriya started, he couldn't stop.

"I love that feeling. I love that feeling with you. And uh, the more we spend time together, I realize that more. Present Mic-san who always helps me with my reports and Hizashi," he paused, and pushed his hair back behind his ear, and gave a wide grin, "who always looks so handsome, are all my favorites."

Yamada's mouth hung open, and Midoriya blinked once, twice, and felt his face darken.

"A-And, uh-" he stammered a little more, before he found his second wind, "W-when I become one with you and I can feel you inside of me, I can feel it the most-"

"Holy shit," Yamada's voice came out breathlessly as he covered Midoriya's mouth with one hand. Cheeks darkening, he stared at Midoriya with wide eyes. "Oh my god, Listener."

There was a brief second, and the realization came quickly as Midoriya gasped when he repeated his words in his head.

At the sight of that, how Midoriya's face turned a ghastly white before Yamada pulled his hand back and broke down laughing. He leaned in to kiss his lips before the panic really settled in, and hoped that Midoriya could taste his laughter and feel his gratitude.

"I was just complaining," he said, "but thank you."

His hands came to Midoriya's shoulders, sliding down his arms a little more. Something somber touched his gaze, his smile gentle as his hair formed a curtain to either side of Midoriya's face when he leaned down closer.

"Thank you, Izuku," he said quietly. "I love you too."

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: tone and harmony

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37 with shigaraki dabi please

Verse: Melodic Dissonance

Ship: Dabi/Deku + very little shigaraki/deku sorry

Prompt: putting their head on the other's chest

Dabi frowned when he popped open the fridge and realized that his favorite drinks hadn't been restocked. Damnit. Guess that only confirmed for him that Midoriya's damn teachers weren't actually as considerate or rich as they tried to make themselves sound. They couldn't even fill his favorite drink?

He grabbed a bottle of some sports drink. White peach flavor. He wondered if it was Midoriya's favorite or something else altogether.

"…Dabi?"

Blue eyes looked over to where Midoriya walked into the room with a big yawn behind his hand. Dabi's frown deepened when he realized that Midoriya was in Shigaraki's shirt, instead of his, and was starting to think that today was not his day. He closed the fridge.

"Morning," he said, and then his eyes flitted to the microwave clock and back, "if you can call it that."

Three in the morning. Didn't Midoriya need a full, undisturbed, eight hour of rest?

"You were gone," Midoriya mumbled back, like there wasn't another man tucked in his tiny bed (Dabi would know because both Shigaraki and Midoriya were incurable blanket kickers and he was always trying to keep it over them so it would do its one job of keeping them warm before Midoriya got them all sick-) and he grunted back. He knew this game.

He lifted the drink, twisting the cap off and taking a swing. He made a mental note to bring more than two drinks before they started their nightly fun if he didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night thirsty and surrounded by useless, selfish idiots.

And then, Midoriya's arms wrapped around his chest, and he pressed his face against his chest. Dabi stilled for a second, before reminding himself that Midoriya was just sleepy. It wasn't anything special, and he would reach for anyone that was within range.

Midoriya gave a hum, rubbing his dirty and unwashed face all over the front of his shirt. "Dabi," he mumbled, the convincing liar he was. "Do you feel better now?"

Which was such a dumb question. Wasn't it obvious? He should know better than anyone else, from the moment that they touched, whose heart was pounding from the moment they came to the kitchen.

"You guys better not be having seconds without me."

Shigaraki came into the kitchen then, eyes narrowed into slits as he leaned against the doorframe of the wall.

"For fucks' sake," Dabi muttered but Shigaraki came forward.

"Hurry back," Shigaraki said with a big yawn, "And give me that."

He took the drink from Dabi's hand, ignoring how the other man stared at him as he unscrewed the cap and took a swig. When he didn't grimace at the sweetness, Dabi understood who the sports drink was for.

Red eyes stared at Midoriya, who seemed to be falling asleep where he stood, and frowned. The sports drink disintegrated into nothing, and he stepped forward to tug at Midoriya's shirt.

"C'mon," he said, "Let's go back to bed. I don't wanna do it in the kitchen."

Midoriya mumbled something in response against Dabi's chest. Blue eyes met a pair of red over his head and he gave a shrug. This was more trouble than it was worth. What a pain in the ass, because Midoriya wouldn't be able to even wake up in the middle of the night peacefully.

And also watching the frustration color Shigaraki's face was hilarious.

When Dabi placed his hand on Midoriya's back, he gave a wide grin when he heard Midoriya's happy hum and how Shigaraki was baring his teeth at him now.

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: what doesn't burn #ship: waited too long

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Thank you for your reply!

By unique, I mean I haven't found another person on this platform who does what you do. I'm not familiar with fantasy genres, but I know I don't need to be to know that what you do is good. It has your brand, your essence, that sets it apart from all the rest.

Yes, I read it enough to realise that it would no longer have the three unique chapters that it originally had. Or maybe I'm wrong. I have a special affection for it. There is something about it that I cannot put into words.

Ooooh, that's some high praise. I have some more fantasy-styled ideas, so I hope they're enjoyable, too. Thank you for enjoying them!

(and hopefully, I'll get around to wrapping up Make Believe. )

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49 and all might because that's going to be funny

Verse: Melodic Dissonance

Ship: Yagi/Midoriya

Prompt: 49 holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

Midoriya flopped onto the bed, and felt himself sink into it. It wasn't a great flop, since his legs were hanging off, but as soon as he felt the cool sheets, he felt his eyelids getting heavy.

"Shounen, at least get under the covers."

Midoriya rubbed his face into the covers with a sigh. It wasn't that he didn't understand, but he was so tired. He was ready to sleep like this. Surely, in the middle of the night, he would kick and flail and either fall off the bed or roll properly back on. It was good enough for him. He had a hot shower and a delicious dinner. He wanted to rest. Sleep for at least three days.

Then, he gave a full body jerk when he felt something touch the heel of his foot.

"Shounen," Yagi's voice was quiet, smooth, and Midoriya wanted to deep into the sound and curl up and sleep. "Come now."

His long fingers ran along the edge of his foot, gentle and ticklish in a way that had Midoriya flipping onto his back.

"Uh," he tried to formulate a response, but the sleepiness fogged his brain. Licking his lips, he looked up as Yagi came closer. The confident grin that stole his breath away since he was a kid was right in front of him, as Yagi dragged thick fingers up the curve of Midoriya's legs before coming onto his hip. "Oh…"

"Where should I sleep?" he asked, his voice dropping in pitch and volume. His hand splayed out on the bed underneath Midoriya, but his thumb remained over his hip bone as leaned over him.

Since [Harmonizing], Yagi was surely but certainly returning to his original state of health. The absolute mountain of muscle that he was filling into could eclipse the sun, replace it all the same, and Midoriya would still be just as tired as before.

"Uhm…" Midoriya tried to figure out, preferably before another part of his body decided to keep the rest of him awake. "N-next to me?"

"Then, let's get ourselves comfortable," Yagi replied, still kind, still gentle, with a mischievous light adorning his eyes.

Midoriya closed his eyes with a sigh, but knew he wasn't going to win. If Yagi got playful, Midoriya knew he would be swept up in his pace in an instant. He pushed himself up to his elbow, feeling like his head was so heavy it would snap off his neck, when Yagi's hand came to support his head.

"Hands on my shoulder, Shounen," he murmured quietly.

Cheeks darkening, Midoriya lifted his arms up to his shoulders. Hands ran over the valleys and hills that stretched, and despite all the times he did it, still felt the thrill running down his spine when he realized that the peaceful society he knew rested on these shoulders. Gulping a little, he tried to break his train of thoughts as Yagi's large hand came to encompass his lower back. His other arm came under his thighs, as though to give physical proof that his forearms were probably bigger than Midoriya's thighs.

He didn't need both arms, but still, Yagi picked him up with a gentle ease that Midoriya barely felt like he was leaving the bed. Pressing closer to the older man's chest, his hands ran over his shoulders to hang. Slowly, he wrapped them around the older man's neck as he rested his head against his collarbone.

When they climbed into bed, Yagi laid him down before climbing in next to him, pulling the blankets over them both.

"Goodnight, Izuku."

"Goodnight, Toshinori," he mumbled back, pressing his face against the surprisingly soft part of his pectoral muscle.

He fell asleep in a second.

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: lifelong wake

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20 with Stain please?

Verse: Melodic Dissonance

Prompt: 21 kissing the other's brow

Ship: Stain/Deku

A/N: 20 was taken

Midoriya had grown a lot since their last meeting. Delight dyed his features when he realized that, watching how smoothly he wielded Shigaraki the Complainer. He stared, annoyed that it was Shigaraki, but his fingers twitched and he felt his heart soar.

Midoriya's had not lost his gaze. At the end of the battle, he clapped his hands and offered a prayer. Not some brainless soldier. Not a bloodthirsty warrior. Still the same Midoriya.

The only person that could possibly light the world into the new world. He could only trust one person to.

He stepped over one of the dead monster carcass. The young man must have fought for eight straight hours. His stamina had gotten better.

However, he was still naive. He was smart enough to get some rest when he could by tucking himself into his broken building, but not smart enough to set any traps along the way. He really needed better weapons.

From the corner of his eye, he knew that Vlad King had left to taken a call. Naive and stupid. Maybe he should do Midoriya a favor and cull the unworthy. He needed a real weapon. He needed someone that was smart and capable.

He took quick steps forward, gaze sharp as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Stepping over broken glass and shattered floorboards, he realized that the slightest misstep would make a lot more noise than if they were camping outside. Perhaps Midoriya did learn after all.

It wasn't good enough for him, of course. He left the supplies he brought to the side of Midoriya's head, just a granola bar and some bandages. It'd tide him over until the dispatch crew came.

And it was in that darkness, where not even the moonlight could touch them, where the night was silent and they were surrounded by the dead, where Stain could afford a single luxury.

He ducked his head down. Carefully making sure that Midoriya was dead asleep, he kissed his brow.

Even if the rest of the world burned down into nothing (and burn it will, for there was only one surefire way to destroy this awful society that they built in the name of peace), he wanted Midoriya to sleep undisturbed tonight.

Leaving his jacket over his chest, he stepped away. He would kill whatever Midoriya didn't. They were both working for the same idea of future, after all.

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: harmonic dissonance

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Just a little sketch. I plan on finishing it but it might take a while. It is about Izuku (Kind Nightmare), opening the closet just to find the portal.

I would have liked to share with you more drawings about your fics but I stopped drawing for a while since I got discouraged from art and fanfiction by some collagues and it really hit me, though I’m looking forward to keep drawing for your fics and sharing them with you, so hopefully you’ll see me here more often ;)

WOW!!! Thank you so much! It looks amazing!! I'm loving it, especially the look of "what the fuck" on his face since that's exactly how I imagined he looked when he realized what was going on.

You know, every once in a while, I think about how crazy the set-up for the story is. Like RIP Deku, why's this your life???

Hopefully, the next part should be up in the next month or two. I hope it lives up to expectations, and it's enjoyable (and sexy). I'm still reeling that people want to draw and share fanart with me. I hope that it's as fun for you as it is exciting for me to pop open my ask and see this. Thank you again!

#ask and answer #verse: kind nightmare

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Hi there. I've been reading you as a guest since 2022, but I've never had the courage to write to you properly. It was thanks to 'Make Believe' that I got to know you. No matter how much time passes or how many times I read it, I seem to like it more and more. It's admirable all the work you've done, all those worlds and ideas, even if you don't believe in them, that make you unique. Always accompanied by great writing and a path to follow, excited to know where it will take us. Thank you.

Thank you for your kind words and enjoying my stories. To be honest, it's crazy to me that time is real. I've been here for more than three months??? And I still haven't finished Make Believe????

Whenever I end up writing something, it always starts out with a scene I can't stop thinking about, and with time, the story goes full steam ahead to some direction I can't pretend to understand. For the most part, it's just re-hashing of other things that I've read (esp the entirety of the isekai genre and 00's shounen), so I'm not really sure what you mean by unique, haha. Every once in a while, I feel like I spend too much time caring about fictional characters.

Well, if you like the ride so far, I hope you continue to enjoy it, because I will be here for a while longer.

On the other side of that, do you have any other favorites? Is Make Believe your reigning favorite?

#ask & answer #ask and I ask too haha!

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If you may, Sir Nighteye/ Mirai Sasaki for 20

Verse: melodic dissonance

Ship: Nighteye/Deku

Prompt: 20 bandaging/stitching up an injury

[Harmonization] meant that they wouldn't break again. Or rather, that they wouldn't stay broken.

"Midoriya, has it ever occurred to you that maybe you shouldn't jump face-first into danger?"

The young man winced at the words. Sasaki carefully noted how Midoriya didn't flinch or grimace when he was cleaning out the awful gash on his arm.

"I… uh… I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Uhm… I thought that I would break the fall, and I didn't see the nails-"

"No," Sasaki's voice was sharp, cutting him off.

Midoriya paused, mouth agape as Sasaki slowly leaned back to grab the cotton pads from the pile next to him.

"Huh?"

"That wasn't my question."

"Well, you asked-"

"Why?"

"Well," Midoriya frowned, "Yes. That's what you said."

And Sasaki didn't look at him. Instead, he remained focused on Midoriya's arm.

"So I'm trying to-"

"It wasn't a question for you," the older man replied, "but me."

Long fingers spread over the newly created bandage, smoothing it out gently.

"Well you weren't there," Midoriya replied, "What… What more "why" is there for you?"

Sasaki, even though he had finished, did not release Midoriya. He paused for a moment longer before he looked at Midoriya.

"Why wasn't I there?"

It was a dangerous question that would lead them down a dangerous road. Several others had already cautioned him about it. He reached his hand out to catch Sasaki's hands on top of his healing wound.

"I'm okay," he reassured.

"This time."

"I'm still alive."

"For now."

"You are too."

Sasaki paused at that. Their gazes locked, and Midoriya smiled back. The time when he didn't know that's how he laughed felt so far away. Sasaki pulled his hand up, pulling it up to his face, and he pressed his face against Midoriya's palm. He paused for a second before he looked at Midoriya.

"Be careful," he said.

"I will," Midoriya replied.

Sasaki nodded before he pushed against Midoriya's grip and against the chair. Now, it was his turn to leave marks on Midoriya. He hoped. His hand moved up his arm, away from the bandages and the healing injury, and to his shoulder. His other hand pulled Midoriya's arm over his shoulders and he leaned in to kiss him again.

He hoped that this would outlast any scar.

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: unlimited limits #nightdeku

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31 doing a pinky swear with twice please!

Verse: melodic dissonance

Ship: Twice/Deku (augh i miss them)

Prompt: 31 a pinky swear

"Huh?" Twice frowned as he adjusted the inflatable strawberry doughnut he had on his shoulder. "What?"

Midoriya blinked back at him, shocked and confused.

"You said…" Twice looked at the others, then back to Midoriya, who was in his uniform, "The beach?"

Twice, who was standing in an open Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts, frowned.

"The beach," he repeated again. "We're going to go to the beach? //We're not going to the beach?"

"Yeah? We are going to the beach…" Midoriya's voice trailed as his eyes were glued to the inflatable on his shoulder, "What… are you holding?"

"Well, I thought we were going to… go to the beach. And do beach things. What are… Why are you in uniform? Where's your swimsuit? // Fuck the sunshine, I want snow!"

"Why… would I need a swimsuit?"

"S… suh…" Twice stammered, his shoulders collapsing as he gave a quiet, forlorn, "beach."

The train whistled loudly, announcing that it was almost time to go. Midoriya hesitated, looking at the train and then back to Twice. Unsure why the older man was acting like this, he cautiously took his hand into his. Twice sniffled, loudly, and Midoriya pursed his lips.

"C'mon," he said, "Let's get on first."

He tugged on his hand. If push came to shove, he was confident that he could throw Twice over his shoulder and force him onto the train with him. He supposed that Aizawa wouldn't care if the man joined them or not, but Midoriya promised Twice that they would go together on the next mission.

And Midoriya missed it. The thrill that Twice brought to him when they [harmonized]. How it made his blood sing and how the whip cracked between their shared laughter. He was swift and quick, and it lasted just long enough that Midoriya could enjoy the feeling of flight.

"Twice?"

Slowly, fighting through a disappointment that Midoriya couldn't parse, Twice nodded solemnly as he followed. Getting onto the train, hand awkwardly holding onto each other as they filed in, one behind the other.

Eventually, they were settled into one of the nicer rooms (Yamada must have been the one in charge of the ticket), and settled in.

Twice, head in his hands, sat like a weeping statue on the cushion. Midoriya made sure to order his favorite snacks and drinks, and looked back at him worriedly. Was he okay?

"…Twice?" he tried again. Even without touching him, he could feel how disappointed and upset he was, but it didn't make it easier to try and figure out how he could fix it. "…Uh, I don't know why you're upset, but if you want, you can talk to me about it. Sometimes, venting and um… verbalizing your thoughts can help alleviate the weight it holds on you."

It was wise words that Chisaki once told him, a long time ago when Midoriya was still learning what "trust" was.

"… I thought we were going to the beach," Twice finally admitted. "I didn't think at all."

"We are."

"No, like," Twice gave an aborted sigh. "You, me, swimsuit and sunshine."

It finally clicked. "Oh," Midoriya said. "No, it's for work."

"All work and no play!" Twice shouted back, kicking his feet before he laid down on the seat cushion.

A smile curled onto Midoriya's face as he moved to kneel on the space in front of him. "We can go next time," he offered. "And do beach things."

Twice's eyes, a gray stronger than steel, looked at Midoriya. The rest of his eyes were rubbed raw, and Midoriya wanted it too. That day they could go and just see the beach. He read books, seen movies, about the stretch of that endless blue and how it melted into the waters. And one day, they would be able to go whenever they want, and they would get all that land back so anyone could go, whenever they want.

"I promise," he said, and it wasn't just for Twice. And it wasn't just for him. And it wasn't just for the rest of the world.

"Pinky promise?"

It was a lot more than them, but the most important part to Midoriya was just them.

Their pinkies locked before they kissed. Something about their littlest fingers carrying the brunt of a heavy burden made it lighter. It felt tangible. It was not the distant future.

"You have to seal it with a kiss," Twice told him sternly.

"R-Really?" Midoriya didn't know that, but now he did.

And the blond frowned, "Just with me though. Anyone else can fuck off."

Midoriya laughed at that, and Twice grinned back too, the good mood contagious.

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: streetlights #i MISS TWICE OMGGG PLEASEE

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43 with Rappa

Verse: Melodic Dissonance

Ship: Rappa/Deku (need a name for them)

Prompt: 43 giving them a piggy-back ride

"Man," Rappa whistled as he looked up at the rain, "You have got to be kidding me. Midoriya," and his name came in a rough growl of his voice, "You have the worst goddamn luck ever. And I met Overhaul before you."

"S-sorry," Midoriya whispered quietly, his breath washing over Rappa's shoulder. His arms were limp over Rappa's shoulders, and his breathing was ragged. Resting his head against the nape of his neck, he gave a ragged breath.

"Are you?" Rappa replied, voice flat. "It'd kill you to take care of yourself, wouldn't it?"

"I'm… not dead yet."

And at that, Rappa gave a booming laughter. The kind that felt like an earthquake, and despite Midoriya slipping a little from his back, he didn't feel uncertain.

"No," Rappa agreed, "You still got some fight left in ya."

The admission and certainty of his words seeped into his heart. Like that, he felt an awful weight on his chest lighten a little. Or maybe, he had gotten a little stronger from the kind words.

"Rest up," he said. "We gotta a bigger battle after this."

The end of one fight was a road that took them to another fight. The end of that fight was another path to another fight. It didn't end. From the moment Midoriya's bus ride home flipped over, it had been nothing but back to back to back fights. Combat and arguments. Monsters and humans alike. The ugly question cropped back up in his head smacking him across the back of his head.

What happens after the fighting?

"Easy there," Rappa said, "You gotta rest up first. And once you do, we can go and have some more fun."

"I wouldn't… really call it fun."

Rappa snorted, "You wanna fuck instead?"

When Midoriya spluttered back, Rappa cheered, "Afterwards then!" He laughed again, adjusting his hold on Midoriya before the young man fell off his back. "Then you can get a long break, and we can do it again."

There was a brief silence, and Midoriya's eyelids felt heavy.

"Stop getting so beat up," he continued, "You take too long to rest."

Half a laugh on his lips, Midoriya's eyes closed as he prepared for their next fight.

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: rappadeku

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41. Sitting close and knees touching w/ Kirishima please!

Verse: Melodic Dissonance

Ship: Kirishima/Midoriya

Prompt: 41 sitting close and knees touching

"It's just…" Kirishima paused, looking for the right word and broke into a wide grin when he found it. "It's manly!" he exclaimed, "You're so manly!"

Midoriya blinked slowly at him before giving an uncertain smile. "Uhm," he hesitated before giving an uncertain, "Thank you?"

Kirishima stared at Midoriya and shook his head. "Like, you get up this early? Every day?"

The young man nodded his head.

"And run and work-out?" And then he looked back to the remains of the sleepy village that was starting to wake up to restart their reconstruction period, "before going out to help them?"

"I should do what I can," Midoriya replied, like he needed to justify it. "It's not like I'm critically wounded or anything."

Kirishima stared at him for a moment longer and then nodded his head again, like he was certain now that he had confirmation.

"Wow. Too manly."

Midoriya laughed at that, his voice shaking the air between them, and Kirishima licked his lips like he could catch the taste of it. Their short break on the broken door of what was probably once the main entrance of a bakery stretched a little longer, and Kirishima urged the sun to snooze for five more minutes.

"I just want to do what I can," he replied, "It'll take a while before they can send for a bus to bring us back anyways."

Kirishima, who was part of the reason why Midoriya ended up ripping the train tracks off the ground while taking on a monster, nodded his head. He moreorless came to the same conclusion yesterday. He scooted over a little to the side, and gestured for Midoriya to sit down next to him.

Midoriya, still catching his breath, took a seat next to him. There was a brief second of silence between them. Their knees barely touched.

"Long day ahead of us," Midoriya said, but made no motion to leave. Kirishima nodded his head.

"It'll be good," he replied, a sunny grin on his face as he looked over at his classmate. "It'll be worth it. What are you working on today?"

"We got a lot of the road done yesterday, so I think we'll wrap that up and I'm going to help fix roofs and houses next too."

"Really?" Kirishima stared at Midoriya, "You've done it before?"

"Yeah, in my hometown, one of the neighborhood grandpas taught me," he replied.

Nodding along, he was quiet as Midoriya launched into a detailed explanation about the different types of roof and what kind of work that they would require. It was a lot more technical than what he could handle, but the sight of Midoriya talking so vibrantly about the people that he used to know made his heart grow warm.

Maybe next time, they could go visit together.

"Can you teach me?" he asked, "Today."

Midoriya's wide grin, the ray of light it casted on the earth before sunlight could, had Kirishima's breath catching in his throat. He stared and thought that Midoriya had a very, very charming smile.

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: kirishima/deku

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#34 washing the other’s body - HawksDeku (with some muscle love please!)

Verse: Melodic Dissonance

Ship: Hawks/Midoriya

Prompt: 34 washing the other's body

The sound of someone rummaging in the locker room area carried to him. Hawks gave a sharp sigh. He didn't want to deal with anyone right now. Even though he knew that the showers were communal, it had been blissfully empty and silent for the last two minutes and if they just gave him two more minutes, then Hawks would be happy to go back to pretending that everything was okay-

"Hawks," Midoriya's voice was quiet but deafening, "Uh… Are you still here?"

He didn't want Midoriya to see him like this, when he wasn't sure that he could patiently listen to him and pretend that all was good and dandy.

He wanted Midoriya in his arms, the living and breathing proof that everything would be worth it.

The collision of desire coiled tightly inside of him, strangling each other and neither one were willing to let the other forward.

But he felt a pinprick of an emotion that wasn't his. It wasn't his, but it still felt like it was born from his heart, his dirtiest desires, his most desperate dream-

"Hawks?"

The voice came, the pattering of his hands, and Hawks realized that there was only one shower that was still on. He wondered if Midoriya knew as well as he did, if he could feel the poison from Hawks like Hawks could feel the worry from him.

"Uhm," he could see Midoriya chew on his bottom lip, looking for courage before throwing himself in, "I-I just wanted to check on you. And bring you your clothes. Since uh, yours are a little ripped. I uh… You're not injured, right? I-I brought a first-aid, but uh, I can leave it here too. Let me know if you need anything."

He stood there for another second and Hawks sort of hated [harmonization]. He hated how much he needed it, how little he could control himself, and when he tore the shower curtain back, hated how much just the sight of Midoriya made him relax. Midoriya naked with just a towel around his waist, peering up at him like he was someone important and precious, and Hawks hated it and loved it and hated himself and loved him.

"…Wash my back?" he asked, a friendly grin on his face. He'd leave it to Midoriya, and if Midoriya didn't want to do it, then it was fine and Hawks would accept it. It wasn't the first time they've done this, so there was no real pressure for Midoriya to accept or deny it.

"Okay," Midoriya immediately agreed, and Hawks realized that it was impossible to blame him for anything. The realization took something from him though, and he felt even more tired than he did before. Standing under lukewarm water like the spray of water would wash the accumulated blood on him, would take the fatigue and exhaustion and run it down the drain and out of his life.

He turned around and moved what was left of his wings to the side. "Soap's next to you."

There was a brief second before Midoriya's hands came to his back. He started at his shoulders, and Hawks hummed when he realized that Midoriya had warmed the shower gel in his hands, and wasn't lathering him in the cold thing.

He gave a low groan when Midoriya rubbed into some of the knots by his shoulders and neck. Strong fingers pressed and kneaded into his weary muscles, before rubbing soothing circles around. Slowly making his way down his back, Midoriya was noticeably gentler when he came to the base of his wings, and Hawks repressed a smile.

"That feels really good," he said, urging his lower half to behave. He had to return the favor first, after all. Hawks was a giver, not a taker.

"Really?" Midoriya replied, "I'm glad. I know you've been working really hard lately. I can feel it."

His voice, his words, struck something inside of Hawks. In a tone that he could barely hear over the showerhead, it still somehow rang in his head.

"It's really hard and tight. You haven't had any time off yet, have you?"

He nodded his head, but found it hard to find his voice. His eyes burned, probably when the water ran in by mistake or something.

"I missed you, but seeing you like this, I'm also really proud of you too."

Running his hands over his lower back, to the dip of his hips, and back up his sides in rapid succession, creating bubbles and soap suds with his small hands.

"You're so strong," Midoriya breathed out, almost as though he had forgotten that Hawks was there at all and completely entranced by what he saw, "Wow."

"Yeah?" Hawks rasped out, "That good?"

"Amazing," Midoriya corrected, "You make everything look so easy, but when I get to see and touch it for myself, it's even more amazing."

With a raspy chuckle, Hawks caught Midoriya's hands on his side. Slowly, he turned around. Chest to chest with Midoriya, he gave him a warm smile as he leaned in.

"Midoriya, do you only want me for my body?" he asked.

"Huh? O-Of course not!" he spluttered back, and Hawks laughed back, a bright sound that rang in the stall.

That's right, he thought. It would be too easy if that was the case.

"Really?" he asked.

"Of course!" Midoriya was certain, and Hawks could feel it in their link between them. "I uh," and his cheeks darkened, "I like a lot of things about you. Like how no matter how tired you are, you always make time for me."

The water washed the suds off his back and wings, letting it run down his legs as he leaned in to kiss Midoriya.

"I'm not sure if I can be gentle," he muttered, pulling back from the kiss.

"I like that about you, too," Midoriya whispered against his lips, eyes shining in that infectious way that had Hawks grinning from ear-to-ear.

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: to reach you #hawksdeku

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#16 massaging them - Endeku (Possibly with Enji being the one to get massaged please!)

Verse: Melodic Dissonance

Ship: Endeavor/Midoriya

Prompt: 16 massaging them

a/n: more massage-scenes will be featuring in my stories, they're fun

"A-are you comfortable?"

If he was being honest, he was just fine until Midoriya asked the question again. He took a breath through his nose, and repeated himself the same answer to the same question.

"I am," he deadpanned back. He rolled over onto his back.

Midoriya requested that he didn't dress up after his shower, and Endeavor had been left waiting impatiently since. He personally didn't see the point in showering separately, so suddenly, but hid his displeasure. Laying naked on top of his sheets, Endeavor wondered why it took him so long to take a shower on his own.

His fingers twitched, a habit that only started since he met Midoriya and he was left feeling acutely empty without him in grasp.

"Enji," Midoriya's voice sounded as the young man came in, t-shirt and gym shorts with a box a little smaller than his chest in his arms.

Endeavor immediately sat up, eyebrows furrowing at the thought that Midoriya was carrying something when he was laying down doing nothing.

"Stay down," Midoriya chided, "I-I wanted to do something for you today."

The older man scowled as reply, the young man replied with a quiet frown.

"You promised."

Slumping against the bed, Endeavor grumbled something or another in a voice that couldn't reach Midoriya. It wasn't that he didn't trust Midoriya, but when he promised Midoriya a reward for returning without any new injuries, he thought he would be providing Midoriya a reward, be it a gift or physical intimacy. Endeavor trusted Midoriya with his life on the field, but that didn't mean he knew what to expect. With an excited smile on his face, Midoriya rushed over to his side, and Endeavor found it impossible to cling onto his uncertainties. The things in his box clinked before he placed them on the bed and climbed up into their large king-sized bed.

"What is that?" Endeavor asked, eyeing the box.

"Uhm, lotions and body oil," Midoriya said, and lifted his hands up to the older man, "I wanted to give you a massage!"

"A massage?"

And somehow, it didn't sound like a reward for Midoriya, but a reward for him.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" he prompted, "I promised to reward you."

At once, the young man's face fell. "You… don't want to?"

Guilt crawled up his throat. He should have known better than to think that Midoriya, of all people, would treat himself well. He would have to do something for him at another time. For now, he would play along.

"No, keep going," he deadpanned.

"You sure?" Midoriya asked, like Endeavor wasn't already completely naked in front of him.

"Yes," and as though to prove it, he leaned over to kiss Midoriya on the cheek. "Treat me well."

Eagerly, Midoriya's lips came right to his, and Endeavor could taste his laughter, how it tickled his lips, and stretched all the way to his heart.

"Okay! I-I'll do my best. Just tell me if I'm too rough."

Doubtful, but adorable. Briefly, Endeavor wondered if he was too easily charmed.

All thoughts banished out of his mind when Midoriya grabbed one of the bottles and popped it open. The smell of some kind of earthy thing came as Midoriya sat in front of him.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked, "I-I'll start with your arms. If you don't uh… mind? I can do your legs too. And uhm…" his eyes trailed to Endeavor's chest, eyes moving downwards as his cheeks darkened and he cleared his throat. "Wherever else."

Precious, Endeavor thought.

"I'm all yours tonight," he replied, voice coming out low as the desire to rock Midoriya's body against his started to build up. They had the rest of the night, he supposed, and he needed to keep a tight grip on himself. The last thing he needed was to be driven into a frenzy because of Midoriya's gentle hands.

"A-alright," Midoriya said, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I'll uh… start then."

Carefully, he moved to the bottom of the bed, farther away from Endeavor. Small hands moved over his feet first, gently kneading them, left than right. Endeavor took a deep breath through his nose, relaxing his body and into Midoriya's touch. Slick hands ran over his skin, pressing against hard muscles.

And then, there was a soft kiss to the top of his knee. His eyes flew to Midoriya, even as he kept his body still. Pulling his gaze up without leaning back, Midoriya gave him a smile before his wicked hands pressed soothing circles around his leg as he traveled up.

"Izuku," Endeavor's voice was low, the warning present, but Midoriya's gaze was playful as he smiled back.

"Yeah?"

He paused for a second, scooting up before starting against on his thighs. He was straddling one leg and lathering attention to it.

"A-Am I heavy?"

Endeavor gave a slow breath, "No," he replied. He tried to relax, and Midoriya resumed his work. The irresistible urge to flip them over and give Midoriya everything and more bubbled up inside of him.

After a few moments, Midoriya switched to straddling his other leg, and Endeavor felt like he was in for a long night.

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: ambition #endeku

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Loving Kind Nightmare! And I’m a little curious! Who of the harem prefers clothed sex, and who prefers naked sex? This can include future members too!

Thanks for enjoying Kind Nightmare. I'm hopeful to come back to it soon.

Hmmmm... for Kind Nightmare specifically? Thanks for specifying a verse, because that makes it easier for me to narrow my thoughts.

For the most part, I think that those that like to keep their clothes on are probably the insecure (Gang Orca, Spinner, little!Might) and the ones who are in a RUSH will keep their clothes on.

I like romantic stuff so most likely, if the harem member feels safe and trusts Midoriya and have the luxury of time, I think all of them are the type to get naked and slowly go through things.

With that said, I think the ranking for the guys who get naked the fastest is:

Twice

Hawks

Shigaraki

The guys who take 3.5 business days to take their clothes off:

Spinner (probably tripped over his pants while trying to take it off)

Chisaki (stopped to fold both of their clothes)

Vlad King

The guys who undress Midoriya the fastest:

Aizawa

Hawks

Dabi

The guys who undress Midoriya the slowest:

All Might (likes the suspension)

Shoji (massages Midoriya while getting him out of his clothes)

Yamada (stops to tickle and tease Midoriya way too much)

Of course, these are subject to change. I'm not sure if I'll ever update this list, but it was fun to put together. These are based off my personal headcannons, so let me know if you thought differently

#verse: kind nightmare #ask and answer #production notes

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28 twice i miss him

Verse: Melodic Dissonance

Prompt: 28 feeling for each other in the dark

Ship: Twice/Midoriya (i missed them too)

Midoriya felt like a dream.

He didn't know how else to describe how easily and completely his life had been reformatted. Like he was suddenly transported into a body where life was perfect. How else was he supposed to explain the fact that suddenly, he had a bed to sleep in, food whenever he wanted it, and a person to always return to.

And it wasn't like it was a place where he waited to be robbed or mugged. It wasn't a place where he waited for someone to attack him. It was a place where he could do nothing. It was a place where he could do something. It was a place, it was his place, and there was a word that described what it was, but Twice couldn't remember it.

["It's because you're stupid. You don't deserve it. Midoriya's smart, and he would realize it soon enough."]

He couldn't remember, and he wasn't sure if it even would be worth remembering, when everyday, it felt like he was waiting for this to be taken from him too.

He needed to take. He wanted to give. He wanted to hurt. He was sick of pain. He wanted to return to the dark alleys. He needed to stay here.

The words and thoughts curled around his heart, thick and oppressive like bending metal around it in an effort to stifle its movements. It poured concrete into his chest, and left him feeling paralyzed by a fear he didn't trace an origin point for.

And in that fear, a small hand touched his.

First, their pinkies touched, before a hand slapped down onto his. The sting of the touch was a brief and fleeting thing, when Twice felt like everything in his mind was suddenly blown away.

And he felt like he was standing on an open field, a late spring day. In the shy hour before the stars flooded the skies and the horizon was lined by the final evening light, he was there with Midoriya.

And Midoriya's eyes stared back at him.

"There you are," he said, relief clear in his gaze, in his voice, in the way his hand gripped Twice and despite being half the size of Twice's, felt like the strongest force on earth.

Where their hands touched, the harmonization came in full force, and he learned that Midoriya was an honest fool. The kind that places his whole heart forward and into the hands of a stranger. The type that smiled sweetly even though he knew it was Twice, and he knew that Twice was a bad person that did bad things and didn't deserve to even dream about being happy-

"Thank you for waiting for me," Midoriya said, leaning his head in until their foreheads touched and Twice trembled.

And he couldn't find his voice, and he couldn't get the words, and he couldn't do anything, and Midoriya's warm hand didn't leave his.

The thought was as sudden and as powerful as a bolt of lightning. Maybe Twice wasn't lost at all.

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: streetlights

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36 with Endeavor with lots of size difference please!!!!!

Verse: Melodic Dissonance

Ship: Enji/Midoriya (really miss them)

Prompt: 36 lifting the other one up

Midoriya took a second to look at what was once this community. The blood of the rampaging monster that did this was still drying on him. His heart ached. The road was shattered, cars overturned, building collapsed.

The rescue effort was underway, and all the people Midoriya worked with said the same thing.

"Fortunately, you work quickly."

But Midoriya didn't feel like it was fortune. Shaking his head, he tried to focus forward instead. If there were any straggler monsters, he needed to dispatch them. If there were people who weren't able to evacuate, he would get them out. He had to. He was fortunate enough to be here.

As he came to the end of the road, he looked up to see that the next part of the splintered road was above his head. Taking a step back, he measured the distance up. He took a deep breath before getting a running head-start before jumping up to grab it by the broken asphalt.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a little pink shoe. It looked like it couldn't be bigger than his hand. He could see that there was a foot in it, but no body was connected to it.

The asphalt crumbled in his grip as his focus swayed. He was dropped backwards, and unable to readjust his grip. Right when he was about to brace himself for the fall, someone caught him instead.

Against the chest of a mountain of a man, he felt his eyes burn. Thick arms like tree trunks wrapped around him, engulfing him with ease. It would be easy for Enji to hide him away, when just his forearms were thicker than his arms, but the thought never occurred to him until then.

"T-Thank you," he whispered, a little breathless from his surprise. The older man's warmth was undeniable, and he felt like he could feel it seep deep into his bones. "I'm okay now."

"Midoriya," Enji replied, his voice rumbling against Midoriya's ear and against his back, "be careful."

"Right," Midoriya nodded his head. He took a deep breath, and placed his hand over Enji's, right on top of his chest. He took a second to marvel how easily the man's hand seemed to cover his entire chest, and licked his lips. Even his pinky seemed thicker than Midoriya's thumb. "I-I'm okay now. Thank you."

There was a brief pause before Enji slowly leaned back. He turned Midoriya around in his grip, lowering his arm until it came around his knees. Then, like Midoriya weighed nothing, he picked him up.

Midoriya jerked, clearly not expecting it, and Enji paid him no mind. Carefully, he stood up and placed Midoriya on top of the broken asphalt before releasing him. Bracing himself on the same platform, he vaulted himself over with ease. Midoriya, understanding, tried to quickly get to his feet when he was picked up again with ease.

"I-I can walk," he tried, even as Enji placed him on his arm and shoulder and marched forward. "I-I'm really fine."

"I know," Enji replied, his expression never giving him away, "but I wanted to hold you."

Midoriya felt his heart squeeze.

Fortunate, he agreed. He was very, very fortunate. He wished this feeling was something that he could share with others.

"You have," Enji said, a massive hand coming to rub over his knee. "Don't just think about what you couldn't do," he said, "Remember that there are many things that you have not done yet."

His eyes prickled with tears and he sniffled before he lost his composure. His hands trembled and Enji continued.

"Do not forget that you have saved me."

"Thank you," Midoriya rasped out, words choked by the feeling evoked by his-and Enji's- words.

"I am the one that should be saying that."

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: ambition #endeku

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26 with shigaraki please

Verse: Melodic Dissonance

Ship: Shigaraki/Midoriya

Prompt: 26 kissing the top of their head

Shigaraki gave an exhausted sigh as he finally sat down on the cleanest looking rocks that weren't splattered in body parts and gore. He was finally getting used to that godawful stench, but it wasn't really because he wanted to.

"When are they coming to get us?"

"Extraction will take 30 minutes," Midoriya replied, looking at his phone (and Shigaraki still didn't understand how he could read anything when his screen was cracked that badly) before slipping it back into his pocket. He walked over, "Scoot over."

Shigaraki replied by spreading his legs more and taking up as much space as he could.

"Can't," he said.

"You're going to make me stand after I lugged you around all night?"

"Are you calling me fat?" Shigaraki seethed, but the usual heat was gone from his voice.

"I'm saying that I want to lay down and sleep for three days," Midoriya replied.

"So do I," Shigaraki grunted back.

"So you'll scoot over so I can sit down, too?"

The older man scoffed, leaning so far onto one side that it looked like he would fall off his seat and lay down flat on the ground. Midoriya almost hoped for it. "First come, first served. Not my fault you're slow."

Resigning himself, Midoriya looked around and pulled his jacket off. It would be better than laying flat on the blood-soaked grounds, and he hoped that Aizawa wasn't the one that was waiting. He would drag Midoriya to the hospital and keep him there until they came back with every scan done twice. It would be more pain than what it was worth.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm… going to sit for a few minutes? Before they get here and we have to go deal with reports?"

"You have to deal with reports," Shigaraki replied, "I'm still on probation."

"Yes," Midoriya nodded his head as he replied dryly, "How did I ever forget."

"So come here."

He looked up at Shigaraki's smug expression.

The man leaned back a little and motioned at his lap, "Your favorite seat is still here."

Too tired to fight, Midoriya walked over to him. He stared at him for a moment longer, when Shigaraki took his wrist, keeping his pinky straight as he turned him around. Bringing Midoriya's back to his chest, he tucked him in.

"You're so boney," Shigaraki said, arms wrapped around his waist. "It's uncomfortable. Gain some weight or something."

"You're not that much better," Midoriya replied, leaning back against him. He could feel the exhaustion embedding itself into his bones. When he blinked, it became harder and harder to push his eyelids open.

"Augh, and you're whiny," Shigaraki grumbled.

"You grumble so much," Midoriya mumbled, his head on Shigaraki's collar as he started to drift.

"And you always have to have the last word."

It might have been a trick of his mind, because they were sweaty and dirty, but it almost felt like Shigaraki kissed the top of his head. No way, since Shigaraki wasn't the type to be so gentle.

"Yeah, yeah," Shigaraki's hand came up to cup the back of his head. Vaguely, Midoriya wondered if he was going to be yanked off of his lap by his hair and stepped on or something.

Instead, he was pleasantly surprised when that wasn't the case at all.

#verse: melodic dissonance #ship: waited too long