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literaryobsession · 3 months

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Hello (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) Can I request Itadori, Geto, and Gojo getting "cuteness aggression" over their girlfriends? Like they want to bite her cheeks, pet her hair, suffocate her with cuddles, shower her with kisses, etc.! Thank you so so much, have a wonderful day/night! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

JJK MEN + CUTENESS AGGRESSION ˚✿˖

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji x fem!reader

warnings. none, just them being lovesick for you tbh :>

note. hi anon, i'm so sorry for the super late update for your request :( i hope you like it! <33 i'm gonna be continuing the 1k milestone in a bit, just a few more requests 😸

GOJO SATORU. gojo has this habit of nipping on your flesh, then sucking on them gently every time he looks at you — once, he made a bruise (a hickey) on your cheek. the male will not hide the fact that he's so in love with you, he just wants to put you in his pocket and takes care of you.

"baby, you're so cute, i can't help it," he gushes out, fondling your cheeks with his big hands before peppering your face with wet kisses.

with every kiss he plants, he sounds out a loud, "mwah!"

"'toru, stop that," you always try to tell him despite the big smile on your face — along with the soft giggle that escaped your throat every once in a while.

gojo just couldn't help it. something in him, just tells him that he should touch you. the giddy feeling he gets when he sees you just sitting, doing nothing. he always makes his way to you in a flash, just to either hug you tightly, squish your cheeks, even take a nip or two on your flesh.

"'toru, give me one reason why you're chomping my shoulder right now?" the male unhinged his teeth from your clothed shoulder and blinked innocently.

"'cause you're cute. give me a kiss," he then puckered out his lips slightly, swooping down to steal a kiss from your lips, "mmm, more," he spoke to himself — planting his lips to yours multiple more times.

gojo just can't help it, every time he comes over to visit you, or to pick you up for a date. he doesn't care no matter what make up or skin care you have latched on your face, he will nip on your flesh any time he gets to do it (every time).

GETO SUGURU. different than gojo, i feel like he will be more discreet about it in public. his fingers would gently squeeze your plump thighs, or your hips. but when you're both all alone — he will squeeze your cheeks, give you head pats, and just gush over his girlfriend.

"sugu, no more, my hair's a mess," you shooed his hand away from your head before patting down on the disheveled strands.

"'ts okay, you still look pretty," he gently grabbed your hand and put it down, and there his hand went. on your head, patting your hair here and there.

geto has this small habit of just — biting down on your finger when he holds your hand, your index, your thumb, your pinky. he just does it, out of the blue, and when you ask what he's doing, he just spews out about how cute and small your fingers are compared to his.

"sugu, no bite."

"baby, your finger is so small and cute," he chuckled, biting down gently onto your pinky.

"'ts not. it's normal — your fingers are too big," you reply back, pulling your finger out from being sandwiched by his teeth.

no matter how many times you tell him to stop, he does it again and again. and you just let him do whatever he wants.

ITADORI YUUJI. like gojo, he doesn't really care where he is or who's watching — even when he's talking with his friends or even gojo himself. yuuji's hand will find a way to pinch your cheeks, his eyes not even sparring at you. but his hands just maneuvers over to your skin.

like a stress ball. except, yuuji does it gently.

when he sees you, he becomes this extremely happy boy. hugging you tightly and just peppering kisses all over your face, his hands cupping both sides of your cheeks as he does that.

"my pretty girl," he kisses you on the tip of your nose, moving on to your cheeks and then your forehead, before eventually to your lips.

yuuji gets so giddy when he sees you wearing either lip gloss or lip stick, he turns into this fanboy and can't help but to give you a kiss or two on the lips — smearing his own with shades of red, pink, or glossy oil.

"is this a new shade, baby?" he asks, pointing at his lips — which had tints of dark pink.

you nodded, "it looks good on you."

"it looks better on you," he planted another kiss on your lips, "pretty," he glees out, biting your chin gently.

when he sees you in a new make up or outfit, he just gets so giddy at how adorable you look. he just has to praise you, hug you, kiss you, anything really as long as it's you.

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literaryobsession · 3 months

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JJK MEN + CUTENESS AGGRESSION ˚✿˖

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji x fem!reader

warnings. none, just them being lovesick for you tbh :>

note. hi anon, i'm so sorry for the super late update for your request :( i hope you like it! <33 i'm gonna be continuing the 1k milestone in a bit, just a few more requests 😸

"baby, you're so cute, i can't help it," he gushes out, fondling your cheeks with his big hands before peppering your face with wet kisses.

with every kiss he plants, he sounds out a loud, "mwah!"

"'toru, stop that," you always try to tell him despite the big smile on your face — along with the soft giggle that escaped your throat every once in a while.

"'toru, give me one reason why you're chomping my shoulder right now?" the male unhinged his teeth from your clothed shoulder and blinked innocently.

"sugu, no more, my hair's a mess," you shooed his hand away from your head before patting down on the disheveled strands.

"'ts okay, you still look pretty," he gently grabbed your hand and put it down, and there his hand went. on your head, patting your hair here and there.

"sugu, no bite."

"baby, your finger is so small and cute," he chuckled, biting down gently onto your pinky.

"'ts not. it's normal — your fingers are too big," you reply back, pulling your finger out from being sandwiched by his teeth.

no matter how many times you tell him to stop, he does it again and again. and you just let him do whatever he wants.

like a stress ball. except, yuuji does it gently.

when he sees you, he becomes this extremely happy boy. hugging you tightly and just peppering kisses all over your face, his hands cupping both sides of your cheeks as he does that.

"my pretty girl," he kisses you on the tip of your nose, moving on to your cheeks and then your forehead, before eventually to your lips.

"is this a new shade, baby?" he asks, pointing at his lips — which had tints of dark pink.

you nodded, "it looks good on you."

"it looks better on you," he planted another kiss on your lips, "pretty," he glees out, biting your chin gently.

when he sees you in a new make up or outfit, he just gets so giddy at how adorable you look. he just has to praise you, hug you, kiss you, anything really as long as it's you.

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literaryobsession · 3 months

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✎ sick days

- gojo satoru x reader

who holds the fort when you fall sick? of course, it's your lovesick husband and baby!

genre: fluff, fluff, fluffff. basically, your baby is adorable, gojo is your husband and not only is he lovesick with you, he humors your baby so much it’s making me— sighs

note: based on this post! hi hi chu is back from vacation and here’s another dad!gojo fluff indulgence and we stan domestic men okay🤭

a part of gojo's love entries

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It's plain sight that Gojo Satoru is a highly attractive individual, and now that he has a son, it's fair to say that he’s the hottest dilf on the block.

With one hand twirling a famous brand of flu medicine box and the other propping his baby son at his hip, he garnered curious eyes, even in drugstore near his home.

“Hmm, why is it so cheap? Suspicious…”

Satoru let out a light hum, studying the orange and pink boxes, as well as glancing at the other purple box with bold labels claiming its effectiveness in halting cold symptoms, and then looked at his son.

His baby's big, crystal blue eyes blinked in wonder at the vibrant colors, and he reached out with grubby hands towards them. “Bwah!”

Suddenly, he got an idea.

“Hey, kiddo. Which do you think is better for mama?” he asked the baby, gesturing at the all three medicine on the rack with his jaw. “You choose.”

As if on cue, the little ball of fluff that was his son immediately reached out for the purple box, the more expensive out of all three displayed before him. Without missing a beat, he also seized both the orange and pink boxes in quick succession, holding them close to his chest.

Satoru broke into a hearty laugh, a wide grin split his face, as he affectionately tousled the boy's head with pride.

“That's my boy! Splurging is allowed—after all, we're rich!”

When the first signs of cold manifested in you, Satoru was already worried. He had warned you to take more rest, but typical you, you brushed it off as a mere fatigue.

And when this morning, you woke up to sudden coughing fits and hot-and-cold spells, which ended up with kicking him out of your shared bedroom in fear of spreading the virus, like the doting husband he was, Satoru promptly headed to the pharmacy with your baby in tow to get you some help.

"Oh my, sir, your son is so adorable!" the female cashier gushed when he got over to pay, finally voicing what other customers thought in their heads. He could sense the discreet glances from those around him even now.

As the baby clung to his shirt, Satoru tightened his grip on him and responded with a self-assured grin, ensuring those nearby heard his words, "Of course he is! My wife is pretty as heck too, shame she's down with fever today."

"Aww! Such high praise, you must adore your wife!"

"Mm-hmm!"

Ah, so he still has a wife. The other customers went about their day, some disappointed that the dilf was still evidently devoted to his wife. They could only wonder just who could the lucky woman was.

Moving on— after the short trip to the drugstore, Satoru went back home. He promptly checked on you in your master bedroom, inquiring, "Hey, how are—"

But he immediately halted upon seeing you nestled so comfortably under the blankets, sleeping soundly. For a moment, he simply stood, blinking and observing your serene slumber.

Strange that something inside him both softened and lurched at the sight. You were just that precious in his eyes. Stupid as it was, he was quite miserable to go through the day without your nagging and nitpicking. And above all, he never liked seeing you in any kind of discomfort—it made his protective instincts soar.

Hence his thought— there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, even if it means sacrificing heaven itself.

“Myah!” A hard shove on his arm and his baby’s babbling snapped him out of his trance. Satoru shifted his baby to his other hand, let out a questioning hum, and affectionately pinched his mochi-like cheeks.

“Hmm? You can’t be hungry, I—oooh,” a sheepish expression of realization appeared on his face, his blue eyes widened slightly as his baby glared at him. Then, chuckling like the goofball he was, Satoru patted him on his head to appease his grudge, “I haven’t fed you since this morning, eh?”

“Fwah!”

“Pfft! There, there… Me is sorry~ Now let me whip something up for you and mama, yeah?”

Now, he wouldn't claim to be the best chef, but he could certainly cook to save himself. Rolling up his sleeve, he went to the kitchen after leaving and stuffing his baby boy with a pacifier on his high chair.

“Hmmm, baby food for the minion and… congee? Yeah, congee should be good.”

Next task was feeding his already seething baby after he mixed together his baby food. He was a fussy eater—mostly with him, but surprisingly not so much with you (apparently, that's just his way of showing who he favors between his parents, heh). But when he managed to get the food in, with every spoonful, his son’s smile gradually widened, and so did his happiness.

Satoru thought then that he was the cutest thing he had ever created. His son was clearly a mini-him, but his reactions were definitely so you.

“Is it tasty? It is, isn’t it?” he cooed with baby voice, earning a delightful giggle in response from his son. Pushing his luck, he added with a suggestive grin, “Papa is the best, isn’t he?”

“Bwah...” The joyful expression on his baby's face faded instantly, dissolving into an unamused pout, prompting Satoru to righteously click his tongue.

“Why are you so against me?!”

After he was done with his fill, Satoru picked your baby up to the master bedroom to bring you something to eat. Seated on the opposite edge of the bed, he silently adored your sleeping form once again.

Right at that moment, the baby in his arms wriggled, reaching out for you. Acting on a sudden impulse, he put him on the bed, facing you.

“Now, go to mama, would you?” he whispered gently, grinning and giving his bum a light pat. “Go!”

Your son was also Gojo Satoru’s son, therefore he was an adept crawler even at barely seven months old. With remarkable agility, the little soldier steadily moved towards you, his diapers jiggling with each motion. He stopped right in front of your face, clearly recognizing you as his mother.

And your husband swore that even his logic-driven heart melted at the sight of your cute baby suddenly leaned in and clumsily smooched your nose.

Simply just the two most treasured loves of his life.

“Mm?” you let out a soft grunt, feeling the dryness in your throat as you cracked your eyes open, surprised to find yourself face-to-face with your baby. “Oh�� why are you here? Don’t get too close…”

“He’ll be fine.” Satoru picked your son up, placing him on his knee and steadying him with one arm. Having moved next to you on the bed, he brushed hair from your forehead. “What about you, hmm? Feeling better?”

Your eyebrows creased into a frown. “Yeah, I think, but more than that, Satoru, I’ve told you, don’t let him—”

“Yes, yes, sweetheart. He won’t get sick, look, he’s as healthy as he can be~” and to make a point, he turned his baby over and lightly smacked his bottom, prompting a whimper from the little one and a gasp from you.

“Don’t spank him!”

“Ehh? Then can I spank you instead?”

“Satoru, you’re a little piece of—!”

Just you and him, as well as the little treasure that was your son. This little family was enough reason to live. To win.

And Gojo Satoru once again thought, that being the strongest didn’t really mean that much anymore because with his world in his hands, nothing else matters.

Epilogue

“You’re so silly, why did you buy so many?” you grumbled at the sight of three different brands of cold medicine your husband displayed in front of you. “One is enough, do you want me to overdose?”

Satoru snickered. “Don’t blame me, blame your kid. He’s the one picking all of them.”

You totally didn’t get what he meant at all, but yeah, your husband was the silliest human ever and that’s that.

“Hey, don’t you think it’s a bit smelly here?” Satoru suddenly asked, wearing a quizzical expression.

You took a sniff of the air, glancing at your baby blinking innocently and sitting calmly on your husband, and a realization struck you. “Uh, Satoru...”

Following your gaze, as if sensing an omen, Satoru hastily scooped up his son, letting out a bewildered gasp as he felt a slight wetness where the baby had been sitting on him.

“Did he just poo on me?!”

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literaryobsession · 6 months

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— Iguro... Please... If we're reborn and we come back as humans... Can I be your bride?

— Yes, of course... If you will agree to have me. And this time I will make you happy and protect you so you don't die.

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literaryobsession · 6 months

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⠀「 Waking him up in the middle of the night, asking for food 」

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"Babe." You nudge him in the shoulder with a finger. His arms are wrapped around you, asleep with his face half-buried in the pillow. He doesn't respond the first time, merely twitching slightly, so you try again with more force. "Babe," you say with more urgency, and he grumbles under his breath, rousing from sleep.

"What?" he asks, voice raspy.

"'m hungry," you tell him quietly, whispering not to break the tranquility of the night.

"What?" He leans closer, and your eyes narrow.

"I'm hungry. Food please," you tell him, louder this time.

He grumbles under his breath, burying his face further into the pillow, ignoring you. His hands tighten around you so much that you nearly squeak. You gasp, affronted, and keep poking his shoulder until he finally gives in.

"You're lucky i love you," he mumbles into the pillow. With a tired groan and a glare tossed your way, he releases you and tosses the blanket off of himself. He pulls on his slippers, runs his hand through his hair, still swearing, and stands. He turns back to you, a hand outstretched to help you out of the sheets, and you grin at him victoriously.

"Fine, what do you wanna eat, you menace?" He asks around a yawn, tired, but too tightly wound around your finger to actually ever tell you no.

— Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Cyno, Scaramouche / Wanderer, Xiao, Childe

He wakes up a little bit more at your request, blinking once or twice. He frowns at you, glancing at the clock on the wall, before levelling you with an exasperated stare. "At this hour?" he asks dryly. "It couldn't wait until breakfast?"

You shake your head resolutely. "Nope. I don't think I'll be able to sleep."

He sighs, but doesn't contest further, instead pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then one to your lips. "You're so spoiled," he says it fondly though, and you beam up at him. Because really, when it comes to him, you definitely are. He slips out of bed. "I'll make you that toast that you like, okay?" he asks, and you nod enthusiastically, already clambering out of the sheets after him.

— Kaveh, Diluc, Neuvillette, Kazuha, Ayato, Albedo, Kaeya, Thoma, Zhongli

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literaryobsession · 7 months

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you always thought katsuki was disgusted with you. when you first met him it really upset you but overtime you got use to it. you were use to his lingering looks on his body and how he scoffed whenever you spoke you kirishima and kaminari.

the conclusion that anyone in your situation would come to is that he hates you. maybe he even dislikes that someone of your size is a hero. he may not like you but you know his friends do and you like them too.

little did you know that katsuki wasn't disgusted with you, he didn't hate you, in fact it was the opposite, he quite possibly loves you, he always has. he knows he shouldn't be jealous but whenever you talk to shitty hair and dunce face he gets annoyed because you're his girl, it's like they're doing it on purpose. in his eyes it's just a couple more years until he's rightfully the number one hero and then he'll deserve you and you'll officially be his, he'll take you on a date and buy your favourite things and cook your favourite foods.

until then though he hates every single second his friends talk to you. he hopes you don't notice that he looks at you a bit too long. you're just so beautiful he can't help it, your squishy tummy and your plush thighs and your round frame, he just wants to wrap you in his arms and never let you go. until that time he can do that though he'll accidentally make you think he doesn't like you and he's none the wiser. if he knew, he'd put you straight and likely ask you out in the process angry at the entire thing. maybe one day soon you'll decide to confront him on the way he acts towards you, maybe that will be the push he needs.

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literaryobsession · 8 months

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you as kodzuken's hidden girlfriend.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, finally revealing yourself to kenma's fans, they literally love you, kenma's smiling at all the comments, timeskip.

⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers.

his fans weren't dumb. they already knew he had a girlfriend.

from the way he looked off-screen with a small smile creeping onto his face, or the way a little "thud!" was heard as there's now a magical slice of apple pie on his desk, i think the fans can put two and two together by now. 😭

kenma is a genius, not an actor. he can't hide his emotions.

the day you revealed yourself as the one and only kodzuken's girlfriend (actually, now fiancé), chaos ensued.

the media has gone wild, there's fanart of you two everywhere, twitter can't stop going on about how pretty you are, etc.

you two decided that a face reveal was fit only after you got engaged, so that if you two ever broke up (which was.. clearly a mismatch, by the way), the fans wouldn't crowd you with personal questions.

but, now that it's official, you both see no reason why to hold back anymore. 🤷‍♀️

it was on his congratulatory five-million-followers stream special, and you popped into frame next to him, attacking him with several kisses on both his cheeks. :3

"OH MY?? GUYS, IT'S HAPPENING@(!$÷"

"BRO IS THAT KODZU'S GF??"

"SHE'S SO CUTE WAIIITTT"

"kodzuken has good taste 😔✊🏻"

after you were done showering him with kisses, you finally introduced yourself as kenma's fiancé, flashing the 24k princess cut diamond ring on your left hand with a happy smile.

that moment was clipped, and it eventually went viral all around twitter. his fans knew he had a girlfriend, but they didn't know that he proposed.

"WOWWW KODZU IS LOADED"

"WHY'S THE DIAMOND SO BIG IT'S BLINDING MY EYES"

"when is it my turn. 🙂"

kenma starts reading the comments, and bro has the biggest smile on his face. even his viewers have never seen him smile this much. 😭😭😭

""is y/n single—" no. we're getting married. sorry, i guess." LMAOO??

he has to fight off all your new fans with a sword and shield because any person would adore how beautiful and kind you are.

""can y/n be my valentines—" valentines was weeks ago. plus, she spent the holiday with me. so go and ask someone else." kenma hisses.

you've never seen this possessive side of kenma, and honestly, it was so cute! your whole face is probably painted red by now, but you don't care. you're listening to your fiancé trying to reason with your fans on why you're his and his only.

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literaryobsession · 10 months

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lost || mirio x fem!reader

summary: you saw Mirio Togata’s journey from entering UA to the Shie Hassakai mission

warning: mentions of fighting and death

word count: 2155

chapters: i , ii , iii, iv , v , vii , viii,

CHAPTER VI - SHIE HASSAKAI

Sir Nighteye called for a meeting early the next day. He is assigning Mirio and Midoriya to go on patrol with him and Bubble Girl, he will leave me in charge of the agency while he's gone.

Since I know most of his contacts and the Pro Heroes do know me as the one to reach for Sir Nighteye, I can understand why I was being left behind. Of course, it stung that I could not help unless I had a lead on the actual group, but I had to understand the situation.

After all, everyone needs to play a role. Not everyone can be in the forefront of the battlefield, somebody had to play the support role.

"Be safe, star." Mirio adjusted his helmet, walking over to my table as soon as he finished putting his costume on. "I'll be back soon." It was always I'll be back. Never we'll be back.

I liked it. Somehow I felt it was important to him that I knew he was coming back for me.

I nodded, "Keep yourself out of trouble, alright, Lemillion? Remember Sir Nighteye's instructions."

Since we were all on the lookout for the Shie Hassaikai, the patrol must be as inconspicuous as possible. If they ran across a member, he and Midoriya would not engage. They will simply act like students, stay out of trouble, and report back immediately. We were still gathering data, and if the group noticed we were on them, it could ruin everything.

"Run the ship while I'm gone, North Star." Sir Nighteye stepped out of his office, finding Mirio and me.

"She'll be amazing at it, Sir! I've always thought she'd have an agency of her own!" Mirio told the older man, making me flush at the idea.

Sir Nighteye smiled, "Is that right?"

Mirio nodded happily, "I'm still asking her to reconsider me as one of her heroes! So far, she's not letting me!"

This made Sir laugh. He always laughs easily with Mirio. That was his charm. "I can vouch for him, North Star. Lemillion is hard-working. He can include me in his character reference for good measure."

I pursed my lips, holding back a chuckle at Sir Nighteye's attempt to humor Mirio, but we all knew we would come back and work for the agency after graduation.

"It isn't that he's not hard-working, Sir. The problem with Mirio is he's always so clingy!" I faked a frown on my face, making Mirio pout like a dejected puppy. "Who can work in an agency like that?"

Sir Nighteye laughed again, "I'm sure you can find a way through it. Lemillion is very fond of you." Then he fixed his tie, signaling that the conversation was done. He means business, "Ready to go, Lemillion?"

"Yes, Sir." He nodded, straightening up.

"Guide Midoriya. Make sure that everything is flawless." He reminded Mirio again before they left with Bubble Girl and Midoriya.

I focused on the various calls and reports coming in throughout the day. Only a few of them were leads on places where the Shie Hassaikai is located, and we already knew most of them. I took note of them nonetheless.

I lost track of time, only glancing up from my work when Mirio and Midoriya walked in, bringing an aura of sadness with them. My eyebrows met in confusion. Patrolling perks Mirio up since he gets to meet people, which is usually the highlight of his day.

"Miri? Midoriya?" I stood up from my seat to meet them. Midoriya disappeared in the bathroom, and Mirio plopped himself down on the sofa. He leaned back. His signature smile lost on his face. "Do you want water, Mirio? Did the patrol tire you out?"

Yes. He might be tired.

Turning to our water dispenser, I shuffled back when I heard Mirio say, "We met Kai Chisaki." I dropped the cup of half-full water when I realized who he was talking about.

Did they meet the leader?

"You met... Chisaki?" I asked and faced him, wondering if my ears were betraying me.

He nodded grimly before letting out a groan. Mirio threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. To help ease the situation, I got him another cup of water and hurried back to him.

"Miri, your..."

When I stood before him, Mirio moved his body towards me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his head against my stomach.

"Mirio?" I said softly.

"Let me stay here, star. I need you." He mumbled, pulling me closer. I consented and laid a hand on his hair. This is when he finally relaxed and I continued moving my fingers through his blond locks. "I feel like Midoriya is disappointed with me."

"I'm sure that isn't true. Whatever you did, I'm sure it was for the best." I reassured him, glancing at the bathroom door where Midoriya was. "What happened, Mirio?"

"Just that. We met Chisaki, and I let him get away."

But I knew there was something more bothering him. I knocked on Mirio's dorm room door, unable to shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me. I can tell he was bothered, more than he let on, by the patrolling session that he and Midoriya went to.

He avoided me during the train ride home. His eyes glued on the floor as if he found it interesting, studying the machine that holds everything together. Midoriya was quiet, too, his hands clenched on his lap.

I knocked again, unfazed by his lack of an answer. This is what he used to do to me, to us. Whenever we get sad, upset, or sick, Mirio will surely be at our door, knocking away until we let him in, allowing him to take care of us.

"Mirio Togata, open up." I finally called out to him, ignoring the guys walking behind me.

And then I heard his voice, "It's open, star." It was a voice that did not carry his energy. It wasn't the bright sunrise he brought to the room he entered. It wasn't Mirio.

I opened his door, and Mirio was hunched over his homework. He acknowledged me with a big smile. It wasn't real, but big nonetheless. "What brings you to my side of the woods, North Star?" He pushed his chair back and stood up to greet me.

"Don't give me that." I closed the door behind me. If Mirio does not allow himself to come out before anyone else, I must ensure he feels safe and honest with me. "I can see how the patrol assignment affected you. Is there more to the story than you meeting the group's boss?"

"What do you mean? I told you everything!" He chuckled, but even that could not hide the truth in his eyes. He was such a bad liar.

I frowned at him, "No, you didn't. Mirio, I know you. Don't insult me by telling me that I have nothing to worry about because I-"

"We met his daughter." He murmured so quietly that I wondered how I managed to catch it.

"He has a...daughter?" I could feel my irritation dying down.

"I...I am not sure if that is his daughter, but...gawd," He looked away from me, his body shaking. "If only you could see the fear in her eyes. I couldn't even save her. She didn't want to return to her dad, so I let her go. I couldn't disobey Sir Nighteye. He said we shouldn't engage. We shouldn't raise any eyebrows. This is a secret mission, but... she was so scared."

His voice was full of despair, nothing I expected from Mirio. Seeing him so helpless and torn between obeying instructions and saving people broke my heart. That was who he was. He is Lemillion, the hero that saves at least a million people.

Before I knew it, I took steps toward him, wrapping him in an embrace. No words can help him now because what can I say would help?

That’s okay?

You did your best?

She'll be fine?

So in silence, I let my actions speak for me. I'm here for you.

Mirio tightly wrapped his arms around me, clinging to me for dear life. This was the first time he had ever experienced the inability to help those who needed him. He could not save someone, and he was breaking.

I could feel his tears seeping through my shirt, so I embraced him even tighter, wondering how I could save him from drowning on earth.

He was trembling. From what? From fear? Regret? Rage? I wasn't sure. I only wanted to hold him until he felt strong enough to be the happy Mirio Togata again.

We stood there until Mirio stopped crying. He was quiet, unable to bear if anyone heard his broken sobs. He wanted to maintain his unbreakable image even at this time, even when he was breaking inside.

This is the beauty of Mirio Togata. The unbreakable smile. The unwavering determination. The shining beacon of hope.

He has always smiled even through failure. Even when people laughed at him, he simply laughed along with them. Mirio ignored the discouragement. No, no one will be able to hinder him from the path to being a Pro Hero. He will master his quirk.

And he did, didn't he? After so many naked accidents, and his failure to completely pass through walls, he finally did it. He went above and beyond what everyone expected.

"Thank you." Mirio sniffed, breaking our silence. "I don't know what I would do without you, star." He pulled back but still had his arms around me. "I'm sorry I lied to you."

I shook my head, "No, I understand you didn't want to break down in front of Midoriya. He looks like he was about to cry, too so I didn't press the subject."

"Midoriya did want to run after Eri." Mirio sighed, resigning himself to the fact that it happened, and there was nothing he can do to change the past.

"Eri?"

"Oh, sorry. That's her name. Eri."

I nodded in understanding before Mirio pulled me back into a hug again.

"Star? I wasn't completely honest with another thing, too," Mirio whispered. "Since I'm being honest, I think right now is the perfect time to tell you."

I was quiet, allowing him to go on. My heart was pacing so quickly, wondering if he was about to con-

"I love you."

"I know that already."

"No. I love you." He repeated, emphasizing the three words as if I didn't understand what he was trying to say. But I know. He loved me as a friend. What was new about...

When it dawned on me, I pulled back from our embrace. "What do you mean, Mirio?" I didn't want to assume. I did not want to assume, so I had to ask.

His face, normally full of confidence, was filled with uncertainty.

"I said...I love you, star. I have for a long time." Mirio's eyes bravely met mine. "And today, I just didn't want to keep anything else from-"

Pressing my lips against his, I broke him off. He was unmoving for the first few seconds but he responded, molding his lips with mine and learning pretty quickly. It felt like the sweet memory of seeing his bright glow for the first time, it was warm and comforting - almost like coming home after a long day of Hero work.

We stared at each other after the kiss before Mirio finally gave me a genuine smile, "You know I am all for actions but I am going to need verbal confirmation right now."

"I love you too, sunny." I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

No, no, this is better than coming home after Hero work.

This is coming home to Mirio.

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everyone knew he was attractive. he knew it too, because every year on february 14th he dreaded opening his locker. dreaded the absurd amount of chocolates and tacky gifts that he never understood why obsessive classmates would spend time to make for a blatant and dull person like him. he doesn’t even think any of him have seen him smile. but after meeting a certain someone, he added two very important steps to his valentines day routine. before giving the gigantic bag of gifts to his eager friends, he sorted through every single one in search of his favorite candy bar he only told you about, always wrapped in a slip of bright pink paper because you wanted to blend in with the other gifts. as if he couldn’t tell it was your handwriting in which the paper read “never forget how proud i am of you.” as if he didn’t know you were the only one out of a hundred chocolates who would write such a message that belonged on the pin board above his desk because it reminded him that you were the only person who loved him under his gorgeous looks, who saw him for the work he put into the things he loved. and thus, his last step on valentines day was to take a photo of the half-eaten candy bar and send it to you with a message that reads “should’ve given it to me face-to-face, coward.” to which you would respond with “i could say the same thing about the chocolate covered-strawberries you made for me. if you’re not confident in how they taste, should’ve just told me.”

ITOSHI SAE, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento,TSUKISHIMA KEI, kageyama tobio, suna rintaro, iwaizumi hajime, MIDORIMA SHINTARO, aomine daiki, akutagawa ryunoske, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, levi ackerman

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can i rq kags trying to plan how to propose to you,,

bullets cause im lazy today u__u

kageyama proposing to u at the tokyo olympics lets gO:

physically going to bookstores/libraries to do research bc once he heard a story from one of his senpai that a guy ruined his own proposal bc his s/o looked at his internet search history -- so suddenly, you're wondering why he's spending all this time "going to the library" and for a hot sec you wonder if he's cheating but after one (1) quick chat with suga and daichi, they shut that thought down with that promise that it is so, so not that

spends weeks, nay months, pausing at every single jewelry store he passes by; he's late to practice (only by a few minutes!!!) enough times that his coach starts asking questions; his answers are always vague and blushy, that is until hoshiumi lets it slip that he's probably planning on proposing; after which coach suzaku starts to loudly discuss with his assistant coach the various jewelers that he'd used when he'd proposed to his own wife

actually makes a pinterest account bc yachi said that a lot of ppl put their "dream wedding" inspo boards on there, but he was so overwhelmed by the interface and navigation that he immediately deleted his account afterwards

almost has a heart attack when he looks up how much traditional wedding dresses costs and this, everyone, is how he ends up agreeing to being spokesperson for power curry (bc endorsements are so damn lucrative)

gives oikawa a straight up heart attack when he gets a text at ass oclock in the morning of tobio asking him how (HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING) if he were to propose (again, HYPOTHETICALLY), how he'd do it bc... well, oikawa's always been good at flirting and stuff right? right.

let it never be said that kageyama tobio doesn't at least try to do his research

ofc hinata is his sounding board; it's a terrible idea but at least hinata is super! fucking! supportive! and! excited! and sure, kageyama has threatened him within LITERALLY an inch of his life if hinata let it slip and ruined the surprise bc okay, it'd be pretty cool to propose to you the at the fucking tokyo olympics. but what if he japan doesn't win?

and sure he has to call kuroo to pull way too many strings to set it up but... that's what people like right? big sweeping gestures? and if he has to suffer through half an hour of kuroo's teasing, then so be it. he's suffered worse.

but when the time comes, just before he gets up onto the podium (and sure, 2nd place isn't 1st place, but getting a silver medal at the olympics his 2nd year running is still pretty damn amazing!!!), he finds himself strangely breathless -- and he knows that it's just nerves and that somehow it feels bigger than setting up for a service ace against france, bigger than even getting up on that podium to begin with --

he can see you standing courtside, tears already in your eyes, and he hopes that you have no idea (you have no idea, truly); when he looks at you with the barest inkling of a smile, you blink, you pause, your whole body going still. the area around him quiets, the cheers and screaming of the crowd droning out to barely a buzz in the background. the confused faces of the argentinian team nothing more than a blur as kuroo hands him the microphone with a wink

"uhm -- sorry everyone, but uh -- there's just something i'd like to say before i accept my medal... uhm..." he turns to you and you've already got your hands over your mouth, looking bewildered; he chuckles, digging in his pocket and nearly dropping the mic -- scattered laughter, some of the closest fans are already cheering some of his personal fans are crying but who can blame them rly --

"i know it's not the gold medal i promised you but..." he pulls out the ring and gets down on one knee "this is gold, i made sure, and... i was wondering if you'd accept it anyway," and he sounds so sincere, his voice a little stiff but so, so soft, and you're vaulting over the barricades, almost tripping on your mad sprint towards him, nodding and crying and tipping into his arms even before he can stand up properly

"yes, yes, yes -- oh my god, how long were you planning for this?!" and he's laughing and kissing you and shakily slipping the ring onto your finger and kissing you again and the entire stadium is screaming, his teammates are all clapping, the french team is a little miffed at having their moment stolen, but most of them are smiling anyways; he clears his throat and bows to the different representatives all waiting for him to finish before dropping another kiss onto your cheek, "i'll tell you about it later, okay? i've got a medal ceremony to finish."

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