manji-ro

[manji-ro]

mitsuya takashi becoming a fashion designer rots my brain.. is fucking in clothes a kink?? if so i have it. warning(s): f!reader, possessive behavior, mentioned dry humping

( MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! +18 )

fashion designer!mitsuya who personally makes you a dress that he knows will suit your body type and physique to a T. it’ll look pretty on you (but he thinks it’ll look prettier off you). he knows you think he’s doing it out of the kindness of his heart, but really he’s only doing it because he’s just thinking of fucking you in it. the thought of hitching the fabric up your waist, hands tightly gripping at your hips as he’s fucking your insides into goo has him weak at the knees. he knows you’d look so pretty, all fucked out while wearing it!! it’s intrusive and all he can think about is when he gives it to you. and when he watches you try it on, his mind is going wild. his thoughts are bouncing all over the walls, his dick is straining in his pants; it’s so uncomfortable and he can’t take it anymore! you’re about to turn around and ask what he thinks when he’s gluing himself to your backside, big, worn hands roaming the curves of your body as he ruts his cock into the plush of your clothed-covered ass. “what a pretty girl… just wanna fuck you s’ badly... can i? gonna be a good girl ‘n lemme fuck you, right?” and who are you to say no when mitsuya was nice enough to make you a dress?

#tokyorev thirsts with lor #mitsuya brainrot rn #mitsuya takashi smut #tokyo revengers thirsts #tokyo revengers smut #mitsuya takashi x reader #he would rip it off

[manji-ro]

hello! you said you were upset with the fact that in ur latest one-shot w dabi he was ooc. and I was curious, how do u perceive him as, since in the writing community everyone sees him their own way. pls I hope it makes sense, have a nice day/night!!

ps. i really enjoyed reading your works :)

hii!! thank you sm for asking and liking my works!! and yes, it made sense dw :)

and well, i perceive dabi as someone who has more to show and he has more to him than he lets on. like he’s seen as this up-and-coming(?) villain who’s associated with the league of villains, but i feel he has more to him than just his image with the LOV. underneath that he’s just human and he has emotions like anyone else, as seen/shown with how he acts towards endeavor (in things i will not disclose, seeing as it might be spoilers for some!). i think he’s someone who had to grow up too fast and never really got the chance to feel/experience the love or happiness he deserved, as sad as that sounds…

so in short ig you could say i perceive him as human and as a young man? as cliché as that sounds 😰

#thank you sm for asking <3 #this was fun to answer because i actually had to think #my answer probably sounds so lame #it’s so little i’m sorry

[manji-ro]

SILENT TREATMENT

TODOROKI ‘DABI’ TOYA X F!READER

warning(s): ooc?!dabi, mentioned blood and injuries, spoilers, slight miscommunication(?), one kiss (make-out?), pet name(s) (dabi calls you doll), and that’s really it

notes: this was originally on my wattpad, but i decided to bring it to tumblr because there’s more people on here now than wattpad nowadays. this is my first 1k+ oneshot (literally 7.1k), and i’m super proud of myself because i actually sat down and took the time out of my day to spend this much time writing something i’m happy with. i’m also a little upset because he is ooc in this and i had originally planned to have him not be like that... but plans change

you find him on the side of your apartment building, all battered and bruised, blood dried on his knuckles and cheeks as some weeps from the open wound on his side. at first, you're frozen upon the sight of him, his head was down and you could hear his ragged excuse for breathing. bile rose in your throat at his mangled appearance, what happened to him?

being the good samaritan you were, you pitied him; although a stranger (and an injured one at that), you still had the decency to question your next move, question if you should help him or not. your common sense told you not to, hand itching to grab your phone and call the cops. nails grazing the glass screen, you began to tremble, almost as if you questioned your movements. but you knew better, you knew exactly who this man was, so why hesitate?

with your eyes beginning to sting, you stood there, contemplating, debating, you didn't know why it was taking you so long. you knew the right thing to do would've been to call the cops, because if one couldn't recognize the purple, dead-looking skin being held to his limbs by staples, then one hadn't had their eyes open. (but, in a sense, you didn't either).

you had recognized him instantly. with that, your blood ran cold. at some point during your days, you'd turn the television on for white noise, often too busy with other things as you idly walked around your apartment doing various activities. but you could always remember when the news came on and a voice spoke up, loud and assertive as the reporter went on to warn citizens of occurring events.

a few specific reports stuck out, the guy before you was definitely a villain. though his name unknown, he'd been mentioned a few times. you never paid much attention to the words spilled by the reporters, but he'd always caught your attention; you found his flames to be pretty.

if his actions were of his own accord or orders you didn't know, you just never expected to stand face-to-face with the villain.

but just standing there wasn't going to get you anywhere, nor was a shaky hand that hesitated to grab your phone. but you didn't dare take it, and instead took a wobbly step forward, going against all you knew as you held out a sweaty hand, "d-do you need help?"

he must've thought you were crazy. the look on your face and the croak in your voice told him you'd recognized him, and that you were wary of him. who wouldn't be, a villain with a quirk that could kill you with a snap of his fingers, you'd be a fool not to have a shake to your legs and a waver to your conviction.

you knew you looked pathetic, a girl dressed in a brown pencil skirt and a black button-up who gave a lousy excuse of an offering of help, but you didn't try to fix yourself. if he wanted help, he'd take your hand, and if he didn't.. well, you just hoped he wouldn't do what you had in mind.

it took a minute before the villain moved, the bloodied hand on his side now gripping your hand; your face pinched, and you felt sick all over again, "don't mind if i do, doll."

it's two months later and you still find yourself at the villain's (who you learned to be named dabi) beck and call. ever since you'd patched him up that night, he'd been coming back to you with a lopsided grin and a bag of "please, bear with me," snacks. and honestly, you'd do it without the snacks, as shameful as you think it is.

"what was it this time; a robbery? a stupid street fight?" you question with an annoyed bite, cursing. another one of your towels soiled by the blood that seeped from his arm.

he'd gone and done it again, you think dabi was one to enjoy the pain brought upon him (by himself). you didn't know why he'd let it get that far, you've heard of the things he can do, you've even seen it once before. so for an opponent to get close to him was a scary thing.

"'mm both. some guys got issues, doll," that pet name gets you every time, a warm buzz to your stomach and heat to your cheeks has dabi laughing at you. but you know it's only out of comfort, you two had gotten aquatinted (or, as acquainted as you could get with a villain) over the span of two months, now you wondered how much more you could find out later down the line. "don't worry, it's only a scratch. nothing i can't handle."

all joking aside, you knew he said those words to ease your worry, hoping to relax you and lead you astray from the rant (or advice, as you called it) he knew you wished to give. dabi read you like an open book, your lingering gaze on his wounds (previous or new), the way you took on a gentle touch when it came to patching him up, all of it painfully obvious.

you'd grown an odd attachment, but whether it was good or bad was a mystery.

"well, sometimes you handle too much," soaking the cotton pad in rubbing alcohol, you take his arm in hand and bring the cotton down to dab it along his gash. you start slow, teeth digging into your lip at his soft winces. with all his bruises and past, healed wounds, you would think he was used to pain. (and maybe he was, just not the pain you came to think of). "you're going to end up coming here with a missing limb! and i won't be able to do anything for you."

dabi laughs, tapping his foot along your tiled floor as you stand between his legs to clean and patch him up. he's come to know you more than you think, your tells always so easy to pick up on. though he didn't think that as a necessarily bad thing.

"awe, you care that much?" it's taunting when he speaks up, a pull at his lips and he's baring his teeth in a smirk. he's putting a hand to his heart, feigning delight, "i'm touched, doll." you think his ego couldn't get any bigger with the way he was, but a simple slip up and you'd be in for it.

rolling your eyes, you move to grab a clean cotton pad to repeat your previous actions, "shut up, asshole. better it be your head than a limb!" he laughs again and you shake your head, nodding when you think you've cleaned the wound enough before disposing of the dirtied cotton pad.

you go to wash your hands again, watching as the blood mixed with the water and flowed down the drain. it was something you did every time, almost like a show you couldn't help but replay. you'd gotten used to it by now, the smell and color of blood on your clothes and hands, it was a thing you wished wasn't now normal to you.

drying your hands with a frown, your brows meet as you reach for your needle and thread; you always hated this part. (although you worked as a fashion designer's assistant, sewing one's skin back together wasn't something you were taught). "do you want some alcohol before i begin?" you'd always offer beforehand.

dabi shook his head, eyes on your face as he watched you chew your lip raw and bleeding, sterilizing the needle and thread throughly, "no, but you look like you could use some."

his uninjured arm comes up to run his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it from between your teeth and you flush when he lets his touch linger. though his hands were rough, his touch was hot and searing on your skin. (he was always doing uncalled-for things, but you found yourself aching in their wake).

it was moments like these you thought that dabi was just a man, not a villain. he often took on a hard exterior, never cracking, never letting anyone in, but there were times when you could see between his shell and smile. he was a young man, not much older than you, only a year off of the same, and he was already fighting; just him against the world.

you often wondered if he had a family. it was a topic never mentioned, and you never brought it up, but the growing urge to get to know him was suffocating.

did he have siblings? were they older or younger? what was his life like when he wasn't with you; when he wasn't being a villain? you never knew and you secretly feared you never would. dabi never spoke a word on his own life and you guessed that was normal (for a villain), but you wanted him to speak to you as just a man.

"you always look sick when you do this part."

you took a breath, the time to think gone within an instant as you pressed into his skin and stiffened at the soft sound of the needle piercing his thick skin. getting used to this sound was almost impossible, the smell of metal and blood sharp on your nose.

a hand came to rest on your shoulder, soft and delicately squeezing as an effort to comfort you. you smiled at that, dabi might've been a rough looking man with an even rougher exterior, but with you he was gentle and took your own being into consideration. (a man of a villain, you would say).

"well, wouldn't you too if you had to stick a needle into someone else's skin?" you joked with a dry chuckle, pulling up as you came to pull his skin together. he never answered your question (if out of fear your image of him would change, you never knew), it was one you would ask on a normal basis (well, that normal basis being the times he came by for patchwork). you never would say it bothered (saddened) you for you didn't want him to lock you out of his shell.

dabi shrugged, watching you finish the last of your sewing before you tied it at the end and cut it free. you huffed at your seamanship, giving a nod as he went to move but you gave him a light pat, shaking your head as you moved to grab a roll of bandages from your drawer. "sit still, i'm not done."

you expected a sly comment along the lines of feisty, i like it, or easy doll, i'm not leaving just yet, but neither came. you worried if he'd lost the will to retort with a sarcastic drawl. though when his arm rose in surrender and a grin turned his lips upward, you knew he was keeping quiet out of enjoyment.

the bathroom rings with your soft movement, an itch born of the silence that lingered between the two of you. not that it was awkward, no, but you couldn't stand to bear the stare of his (beautiful) eyes any longer, "say... may i ask a question?"

your words were met with a throaty hum from the villain, obediently allowing you to finish up with your work.

"where do you go after you leave my place?" you didn't mean to come off as concerned but you did, it was audibly notable with the way your voice cracked between your words and their syllables. he would've teased, but dabi could tell you weren't looking for a funny joke, but something more than just an anywhere and everywhere.

and he was going to tell you, whether it be because he wanted to or because he took pity on you and your wonderfully (dangerously) curious mind, "i have a hotel room, quite nice, too. 5 star rating." he spoke with a raise in his brow, as if content with the value of the hotel room, "i get room service, though i could go without being called mr. tokunaga."

you gasped, giving a light push to his shoulder as he laughed at the expression you wore, "that poor man! that's fraud you know!" it was a sour joke that happened to be true, was it bad to say you weren't judging him on his actions?

dabi shrugged again, exaggerating with the rise and fall of his shoulders, "well he can piss off, it was his fault for losing to me at a poker game." now there was something new, he had the habit of sharing things about himself unintentionally; if they're the little things or not it doesn't matter. (not that you minded).

"you can play poker?" you sounded shocked. knowing how to play poker wasn't one of the things you imagined he could do, but you had a feeling dabi was full of many surprises. and you were eagerly waiting another spill of words that told a tale about dabi and the mystery he was, "here i was thinking you just acted like you had a brain!"

a sharp gasp came your way, laughing loud and fully as you made your way out of your bathroom and towards the kitchen. his footsteps padded softly behind your own, and you were sure dabi was walking behind you with a hand thrown over his heart as he wept up an act.

"you wound me!" playfully bumping your shoulder, dabi walked past you and took seat at your counter. he watched you smile and open your fridge, retrieving the bottle of alcohol you had stashed behind a bag of leftover chinese food, "your words hold fire, doll, hot fire."

you giggled, snatching two glasses from your dish drainer and placed them before you two on the marble counter, flicking the alcohol open with a pop! "i could never burn you, fire man."

now you never imagined the words you spoke would strike deeper than you intended them too, but when dabi's smile faded and his eyes sank, you damned those words you spoke all to hell. (or, you wished to eat those words and then some).

this time the silence was deafening and like a knife drawn down your back. dabi shouldn't be mad, you hoped he wasn't, it was no other than his fault you'd carelessly thrown around those words. after all, you didn't know him; both would say you would, but in reality there was a wall built between the two of you. a wall far too tall and far too long for you to even try and begin to break down.

you went to speak, mouth dry as no words came and you pleaded to yourself inwardly. still, nothing came.

dabi must've noticed your lack of words, your hesitance, for he was quick to stand and down the shot you poured for him. giving you a light pat on the shoulder, he turned towards your door without a word. you were hurt (and surely he was too), but he could've made a show of being unbothered; the strain on your relationship was far too evident now.

no attempt was made to stop him, you didn't think you should, it wasn't like you were friends. your guys' relationship had no clear label, and if it did, it would be of nurse and patient. you were only there to clean his wounds and then he was off doing who knows what.

you just didn't expect his silence to sting this badly.

dabi hadn't come for a month now. you're sure he's gotten into trouble these past weeks, but you also guessed he was still hung up on the words you said; i could never burn you, fire man. hell! you didn't even know the meaning to those words, they didn't sound like much to you (but you'd always been known to have a loose mouth). he was also busy with his new work, if you wished to call it that.

there was a news report earlier in the month, it was about the League of Villains, an up-and-coming villain association you knew to steer clear of. but what would you know, none other than dabi had found himself apart of their ranks. you were shocked, but you knew he had to live somehow.

and that was the only report on dabi you'd seen all month. checking the daily news, you always hoped (and yet wished not) to see him on the featured report. but with no luck, you were met with low-life villains and stories about how "an armored assailant was caught at 7 this morning, failed attempt at stealing from the Morning and Night convenience  store!"

television had never been so boring to you, and you surely never expected to hope for a villain attack until now. (done with much shame).

you went as far as to even checking online reporters for villain stories, yet you came up high and dry. there was nothing about dabi, the last story written about him four months ago. (the news report from a month before all you had keeping you sane).

honestly, focusing on a villain shouldn't be your top priority. despite that being true, you find yourself at your window at 2 in the morning, a warm cup of coffee in hand as you watched the night draw by. it was silly to wait up for him. most of the time he came by, he'd rattle you awake with blood staining his clothes and faint breathing; the first few times you even threatened to call the cops. (hint: you never did end up calling the cops).

with the added bonus of dabi's sudden lack of appearance, it didn't help your work life wasn't in tip-top shape either.

suddenly, you'd been tasked with selling and purchasing the new designer material for the up-and-coming fashion week, knowing that if you messed this up, the top designers wouldn't even dare to give you a second glance in the industry. it was in your best interest to keep your head on straight and your thoughts off of the villain dabi.

but that was easier said than done. sleepless nights were beginning to become a reoccurring inconvenience. you longed for the villain to come and bleed on your white towels once more, his company one you chose to indulge in. in simpler terms, you were lonely and found purchase in a villain's company.

you laughed at yourself at the thought. growing up in a society where villains were nothing but the scum of the earth, yet here you were, knowing this villain was more of a hero to you than any actual hero. it was pitiable, no one would give you the time of day if you were to try and reason with them that dabi was more than just a villain.

and that's the sad truth. he really was just a villain, and he really was nothing more than that to most people. one could argue that even if he had heart, even if he could smile and laugh like any other, he could just as well take a life; and he has, you know that. but you'd turn a blind eye because you know how he can smile.

it hurt to say you just knew he could smile, but to say you knew him would be a lie. because it's rooted deep in your bones, almost branded to the marrow; you don't know dabi at all.

(but, saying he doesn't know you would be far from the truth).

"hey doll," it's sudden and chilling in your ear, hair standing on end as you peel your eyes from your television and turn to your window. and there he was, in all his beaten glory, "miss me?"

"w-what—what are you doing here?" your voice cracks, you hope he thinks it's from your startle and not because you missed him (which you did).

dabi grins, easing your window closed before he made his way to your creamy colored couch. he came to stand in front of you, blocking your vision of the television, but you didn't mind. it gave you the chance to look at him, and you could use the excuse that you were "checking for injuries!"

luckily it didn't look like there was too much damage done. he had a gash above his right eyebrow with dried blood leading down to his cheekbone, a cut to his lips and some smeared blood on his white t-shirt. you felt relieved at his appearance, the weight once on your chest now light as a feather.

"i'm here for you to patch me up, what else?" as if the most obvious thing, dabi took a seat beside you, not bothering to remove his jacket or boots. "can you do that for me, doll?"

you nod dumbly (though slowly), and stand to go and retrieve your medical kit from your bathroom. you don't mind leaving dabi to his lonesome in your living room, you laugh when you say this with truth, but you trust him; a villain. but around you, you would say he wasn't a villain, but a man in a villain's body. (to you that's what he was).

"where have you been?! it's been weeks.." you hurry back to him, flicking the lamp on as you take a seat beside him once again. dabi sits up, angling his body to face you as he shimmy closer and place the kit on your lap, "i thought something had happened to you, asshole."

dabi blinks, sighing when you push the hair resting in his forehead away with a soft touch. it felt as if you were being gentler than usual, soft fingers even softer as they come to lightly dab at the wound above his eye.

"was busy," it's a simple answer, a vague one, too. you think he won't tell you, you hope he does, you forgot how gravely his voice was (and how much it had you blushing).

tilting your head, you grab a bandaid and tear it open, applying it to the wound with delicate precision. ah, your handiwork was as good as ever, a small smile on your lips as you go to apply Neosporin to the small incision on his lip. you're a little embarrassed to do so, but you take your ring finger and begin dabbing it on the cut; ignoring dabi's stare in the process.

"i can't know, right?" your tone flat and cold, you wipe your finger off and move the kit onto your table. you wait for him to speak, only met with his breathing as you heave a deep sigh. you're tired, tired of this and everything else, almost to the point you felt like giving up, "i get it."

if anyone knew better, they'd think dabi had been chilled by your response and tone, which wasn't entirely wrong. you'd only ever spoken with a monotone and quiet voice, unless you were to laugh or smile. he knew you must've been upset with him, though he never left any means of contacting him behind, you weren't that hard to find.

a quirkless fashion worker in the apartment buildings near the Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall in Tokyo. you weren't rich or the most popular person, you never did have many people over (aside from the monthly visit from your parents and friend from Musutafu). but you were fine with that, your quiet, quaint life in the city wasn't bad or far off from perfect in your eyes. though when dabi arrived, you couldn't necessarily call it that quiet anymore.

speaking of dabi, he hadn't spoken after you snapped. silence never was a big problem for the two of you, but you began to worry you'd offended him.

forcefully clearing your throat, you stood stiffly and went to your kitchen without sparing him a glance, "alcohol? i need alcohol!" (need it because you're dying of thirst? no. need it because you feel like suffocating with the tension? yes).

bouncing with each step, you took a glass from your cabinet, twitching as you took a glance over your shoulder. dabi hadn't moved from your couch, back glued to the cushions as your television gave a soft static background to the silence. it couldn't hurt to grab him a glass, too, shrugging as you carefully took the glasses between your fingers and opened your fridge to grab the familiar transparent-green bottle.

placing them down, you quickly poured the golden-brown liquid into the cup and set aside the bottle. it's been a while since you two last had a drink together, what better way to reconcile than a hard drink?

with a smile, you grab them and head towards your living room. it's a short trip, you do live in an apartment after all. what only takes a small shuffle and four steps feels like an eternity when you know dabi is there waiting for you, but you welcome the eternity with a wide grin and two shots.

you get there with the expectation of pouring your heart out and tell him you're sorry for acting like how you did, but you don't expect to see him sound asleep on your couch.

it was a new sight to behold, one you didn't mind. thinking dabi was beautiful when his eyes were open and eating you up like a dog was nothing compared to when he was sleeping.

his lashes were longer than you thought, fanning along his cheeks as he breathed smoothly and evenly. he looked so calm, so at peace, like he felt safe in the place he resided in.

you'd always found your eyes shifting down to admire the curve of his lips, so even in their shape you found yourself becoming jealous. and although the purple, stapled skin had had you retreating at first glance, you now found them to be just part of him; part of dabi. if you were to accept the villainous part of him, you'd better believe you were to accept all of him.

taking time to admire him was oddly refreshing, it'd been so long since you last saw him you almost panicked when you felt as if you'd forgotten the color of his hair. (overdramatic, really).

you felt silly, giddy even, it was obvious you had a crush. it'd been a long time since you had one of those, high school was a long time ago and a time you could go with forgetting. (but, would you count a celebrity crush on hawks as an actual crush?). or maybe you could describe it as puppy love, he'd given you attention when not many others did, and you wound up craving it even when you didn't know you did.

discarding the drinks onto your table, you took the blanket from the back of the couch and fanned it over his body; any conscious thought to mind his bloodied shirt forgotten. it wasn't every day you got to see him so defenseless and open, it felt good to know he trusted you enough for him to sleep in your presence. (or you hoped he trusted you).

but you paid that no mind, instead curling into the corner of the couch as you took some blanket for yourself and made sure dabi was covered and comfortable.

with a murmured goodnight, you were soon fast asleep and cushioned by the warmth the blanket (and dabi) gave you.

today marked the 6th month of your guys' "relationship." after that night when dabi passed out at your apartment, he'd began coming around more often; with and without injuries that needed your mending.

his actions were welcomed and encouraged, offered dinner and movie nights had become a weekly thing now. you knew for sure your relationship had been labeled as friends now, but you always hoped for more. lucky for you, the black-haired villain had found a friend in you. (maybe even more...).

but dabi was cautious with how many times a week he came. he was still a villain at the end of the day, one with plenty of people out to get him; you never know who was watching, or how many people were doing so. and with you not having much to defend yourself, dabi took extra care when it came to his nightly scouting.

(when referring to nightly scouting, i really mean when he comes to watch you at your apartment. and not in a creepy way, of course).

dabi comes in the dead of the night, seating himself on the building just opposite of yours, hiding in the shadow of the chimney. there he sits and watches over you for a good couple of hours, making sure you're safe and sound. he's alert with every shadow that falls over your window and every noise that clatters below in the alleyway.

he only deems it okay to leave when he sees you come and take a glance out the window, as if you were searching for someone, before locking and closing your blinds. he knows you were going to sleep then, the light in your apartment going off signaling you had turned in for the night and do just as he thought.

though he did this, you were oblivious to dabi's routine, and he intended to keep it that way. even if it was obvious he cared for you, more than he should (and intended to), the added boost to your ego wasn't needed.

so he kept quiet and let you go on without knowing.

"i've been helping you for so long..." you mused, off in your own world as you spoke aloud.

it was around 12:30, and dabi had come only 15 minutes before to "hang." (but you would call it freeloading). those minutes were filled with small talk and an order in to a cheap thai place, which seemed to have just come as you smile at the sound of your doorbell. you jump up, bouncing to go and retrieve your order.

the two of you sat in your apartment, this one of the many nights dabi came by without such as a scratch to his appearance. you could only smile when you saw his clean look, no bruise or cut anywhere to be seen, it made you happy to not see him injured.

dabi watched from your counter, seeing you pay the delivery person with a smile before taking the food, "are you finally getting tired of me?" he raises a brow, pushing the work papers you had scattered along your counter to the side to make room for the plastic bag of steaming food. (your order was all thanks to a few coupons dabi snatched up).

"i was tired of you months ago!" smiling with a laugh, you begin taking the food out, separating your guys' portions of the shared food evenly.

what you said was clearly a joke, anyone could see that. and it was obvious why; your gaze lingered on the villain when he wasn't looking (or when you thought he wasn't looking), your gentle touches as you patched him up began to linger and turn into those you only should use on a lover. this little crush had festered and boiled to a pop, until it was now evident you had come to love dabi.

you didn't want to, you didn't know much about him. but when he would come to, gifts or trinkets for you in hand, you couldn't find it within yourself to stop these feelings from coming up. (it was a shock you hadn't blabbered yet).

this hopeless pining was beginning to become too much. it was only a matter of time before you couldn't take looking at his lips when he spoke, throwing caution to the wind before you cupped his cheeks and gave him a kiss neither would forget. you only dreamed of that, you wondered how his lips would feel; how he'd feel, or if he'd push you away.

you hoped he wouldn't.

"what're you thinking 'bout, doll?"

blinking, you shrug and clear your throat, breaking your chopsticks as dabi copies your actions, "nothing much," you bit your lip, digging into your noodles and curry as you take a wary glance at the villain, "just… that i wish i knew more about you."

it was silent for a moment, dabi swallowing the food he'd previously been chewing before he reached over to take some sauce, "what d'ya wanna know?" he knew it was a risky suggestion, but he felt he'd grown to know you well enough to know you wouldn't tell anyone; besides, he thought you had waited patiently and long enough.

but he didn't expect you to have a list of questions lined up for him to answer. these questions he knew you only used as an excuse to cover up what you really wanted to know and ask. but he answered them all honestly, letting you learn about him and what kind of person he was outside of being a villain. (but you'd come to find that being a villain and being a man were one in the same).

an hour passes and you're still interrogating him, the excitement in your eyes made dabi's answers easier, he didn't feel unsettled by answering you. in fact he wanted to, you let him in quite literally the second you met him, maybe a little too easily, but that was okay.

"when's your birthday?" silly to think this topic hadn't come up sooner, you just didn't want to scare (if you even could) him off. a silly little question, but you wanted to know.

"january 18th," finishing the last of his drink, dabi placed it inside his empty food box. he'd gotten a little tired after all your questions and eating, but that didn't mean he would've stopped you in your little ramble. he liked when you spoke to him freely, not as if he was a wily villain. "here, i've got a question for you."

now you were a little nervous, but you nodded nonetheless. you don't know why you felt like this, maybe it was because of the way dabi held your gaze as he spoke, drawing out the suspense with his thick colored irises. you felt an odd rush of adrenaline, ready for whatever he had coming your way.

"what do you think of me?"

you weren't expecting that to be his question, it was more vulnerable and deeper than you thought it would've been. but you knew your answer immediately, didn't even need to think of the words to say. (and maybe the alcohol you had drank eased the words out).

"i think you're beautiful." you were red in the face when you spoke, be it from the alcohol or embarrassment you didn't know. what you did know, was that using a word like that to describe him must've caught him off guard. despite that, you kept going, and didn't plan on stopping any time soon, "everything about you to me is beautiful, you're so much more than a villain to me, dabi—" here it comes. "—i l—"

dabi hadn't let you finish, long arms reaching over your counter to cradle your neck and pull you to meet his lips.

wow, you were expecting to be the one to initiate the first of anything between the two of you, but you weren't complaining when the rough skin of his thumbs came to caress just below your lashes.

it was soft, softer than he'd ever been, moving your lips together in a dance you would only call desire and adoration. it felt like he'd been wanting this just as much as you had, not missing a beat when your own hands came to hold your weight as you leaned over your counter to get closer.

you were a bit fuzzy in the head, dabi was doing so many things to you, and you loved it all.

you gasped when you felt dabi nip at your lip, soothing the pinch with his tongue as one of his hands moved to cup your jaw and draw down the span of your neck. he was touching you in the best way, he has you shivering in the wake of his fingers along your exposed skin of neck and shoulders.

but it ended all too soon when dabi pulled away, smirking as you drew closer and after his lips again. drawing a hand down to smooth out your hair, he looked so soft in that moment; and yet, why was it now that his walls began to come back up?

"don't say anything you'll regret, doll."

after that, dabi was distancing himself again; and it hurt. you don't know how much time had gone by, too lost in a world far from the one you lived in. however long it was felt like an eternity, even more so because you hadn't heard from (or of) him lately. that was until the news had been broadcasted and hacked by someone, and you'd seen it all go down on television. it came as a shocker, you never expected this outcome.

dabi was endeavor's son; todoroki enji's son.

it was an unexpected turn of events, one that lead you to think; what happened? for the son of the number one hero to turn out a villain was… peculiar. you just can't even begin to think of why or how that could've happened. (although, you knew endeavor had a bad temper, an even worse attitude, so you could only imagine what lead to the point in dabi's life where he turned to villainy).

your imagine of dabi wouldn't change, you had admitted it to yourself (and almost him) that day; admitted that you loved him. and to love one means to accept one, every flaw in all.

knowing dabi, he was feeling more than he let on, and you found out he felt more than you could've imagined. how he must've felt all these years, going by as a villain while his family walked in that of the light (if you wish to call what endeavor walked in light). you found out things about him, but you never did pressure him for details of his family and past.

now you understood why he never offered to mention it, too.

another few days go by after the broadcast, you're left to call in sick from work as you'd paced yourself back and forth to exhaustion. you wanted to call him, yet you still had no means of contacting him; it was all in his hands.

a knock to your window came and you snapped your head to it, noticing the familiar figure quickly as you dropped everything and made your way to unlock it. you missed him.

"eager to see me, are we?" as soon as your window was open dabi was already cracking jokes, a smile adorning his features and he took your tight hug in surprise and with open arms.

"you can't just do that and not come back, asshole!" he knew what you were referring to, a soft hue to his cheeks as his arms circled your waist. you only hugged him tighter, never letting go yet moving a few steps back as to actually let him enter your apartment.

his hand rubbed circles on your back, kissing at the crown of your head as he felt you shake in anger and soft sobs. he forgot how much he liked your presence; how much he liked you. the time that passed far too long (but it was only his fault).

"'m sorry," dabi grinned into your hair, moving to bow to your height and meet your watery eyes, "i really am sorry, i just needed time to process my own thoughts."

you frowned, hands now dropped to rest on the bone of his hips as you shuffled closer until you felt the heat of his skin on yours, "…what thoughts?" some part of you prayed that it would be the words you had wanted to say, but you didn't want to get your hopes up.

dabi tilted his head, a knowing glint to his bright eyes and a curve to his lips showed he could read your thoughts almost as easily as you could his.

his hands moved up the curve of your spine, fingers tickling you as they glided to come and rest just below your shoulder blades. (if this wasn't an intimate moment, you don't know what would be).

"y'know… just thoughts on how much i love you."

you felt like your heart had burst with how happy you were, not surprised when more tears came as you laughed. with broken laughter, you tip-toed to softly peck his lips in your giddy fit. you felt alive again, just a few simple words from dabi had you reeling on cloud 9.

it'd been so long, you've waited so long to hear those words, and when he finally spoke them you thought you would be composed enough to reply. but with your wobbly lip and sobs in laughter, it was a little hard to let words fall from your tongue. (there were some words you could say though).

"d-don't say words you'll r-regret, dabi."

the villain laughed at your stammer, resting his forehead on your own as a hand came to hold your face; the love in his eyes enough for you to know he'd never regret them.

"i could never regret loving you."

1/28/2022 © MANJI-RO, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

#my hero academia #boku no her academia #mha dabi #todoroki toya #dabi #oneshot #dabi x reader #imagines #todoroki toya x reader

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THREE IS A FAMILY

TIMESKIP!USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X F!READER

warning(s): fluff, domestic life, soft!ushijima, ushijima and reader are referred to as respective parental names (momma/mom and dad) <3, baby and good girl used once (and used to refer to your daughter)

notes: this is all for my dear friend because she loves dad!ushijima (and so do i) @comradekarin, this one’s for you. also? idk where the first mentioned part of the oneshot went but it disappeared???

in this day and age, kids are known to find one thing more interesting than others; electronics. parents say it’s rotting your brain! but kids say it’s a learning technique! who’s right? well, in a way both are, both find different meanings to what electronics do and don’t do for this economy.

ushijima wakatoshi is just one of the few people who find them to be both good and bad.

“suzu, it’s time for a break,” ushijima comes into the living room, a small plate in hand with a glass in the other. he finds his daughter sitting on the ground, legs outstretched with her toes mindlessly wiggling as her tongue pokes out in concentration. “you’ve got lunch to eat.” (and a hair appointment with stylist dad).

he waits for her to put the game down herself, finding it better than being forceful. after another second or two she does so with reluctance and places it atop the table after pausing her game (which ushijima now recognizes as Animal Crossing).

“good girl, now eat up,” placing the plate before her, he sets the glass of water away from the edge of the table and watches her eagerly reach and bite the de-crusted peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

she lets out a delectable mm! giddy smile on her lips as she kicks her feet along the ground, “thank you, dad!” ushijima pats her head, taking a seat on the couch behind her to brush and fix her tangled hair. (the girl was restless! and she didn’t bother to brush her hair after waking up from her nap. she was 6, it was understandable).

“where’s momma? i wanted to play games with her...” suzu pouted, chewing her food before taking another bite, making a mess out of jelly and peanut butter on her tiny face and hands.

ushijima reaches for a tissue to pat along her face, asking her to take it and do it herself before taking the brush from his pocket. “still at work, she’ll be home shortly.”

he’s careful to not hurt her, taking the hairs tie from her hair before softly running the brush through the tangles mingling with her hair. she’s got long, beautiful locks, just like the color of her mom’s, and she never did enjoy going a day without it being braided or up in a ponytail.

today was braid day, and ushijima had become a 5-star braider.

suzu doesn’t say anything, only takes another bite of her sandwich and moves along the ushijima’s soft tugs. ushijima had noticed quickly that suzu was always at her mom’s side when she was home. the kitchen never saw a boring day, always filled with the sounds of giggles and loud laughter as the two played around with making cookies and whatnot.

but ushijima wouldn’t ask for anything else, his two girls were his home.

“do you think momma will wanna play with me when she gets home?” for a 6 year old suzu was rather perspective, although young and full of life, she was now offering her own mom for help.

can i get you anything, momma?

are you hungry, momma?

momma, do you want some water?

lay down, momma!

she was always there for both her parents, worrying more than a 6 year old girl should. but they knew it was out of love, it was as if ushijima wakatoshi had been reborn into a younger girl’s body; he’d been told that suzu is exactly like him when she was pregnant with said girl. (he’d flush at the memory, but never could stop the soft smile he wore).

finishing up her braid, the door rattled and suzu was quick to gasp, “momma!” the last few bites of sandwich discarded, she bounced for the hallway, meeting open arms halfway as you came to stand at the living room’s entrance, “you’re home!”

you give a chuckle, peppering the girl’s chubby cheeks with kiss upon kiss as you smile at her giggles, “why yes i am! i missed you, baby!” you touch your noses, feeling her hands come up to cup your face in their tiny fingers.

all ushijima did was watch the interaction, heart warm and full in his chest as he smiled widely; this was home. he never knew anything else to be, he wouldn’t change anything for the world.

but, that’d be a little hard, because the two of you were his home and his world.

1/22/2022 © MANJI-RO, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #oneshot #ushijima x reader #imagines #ushijima wakatoshi x reader

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ryuguji ken (draken) in the new year likes to start it off with a bang ;) warning(s): f!reader, slight intoxication(?), mentioned mating press…

( MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! +18 )

celebrating new years with ryuguji is so fun!! at first you’re laughing and smiling together, drinking some champagne or sparkling cider, watching the countdown flick on your television screen. you’re going over the last year of memories with him, you’re so lovesick!! he thinks you’re so cute! but then you’re lazily pawing at his pants, two sloppy make-outs in before you’re panting and moaning into his mouth, “ken...! please fuck me! ‘m a good girl...!” ryuguji isn’t one to deny you anything, you’re his sweet girl after all, so good for him, doing anything for him. you’re sobbing into your hands as the big man above your presses your knees to your chest, his shoulders so broad and big you feel you’ll break at the stretch on your legs. but he knows you won’t, you’re his good girl, you take what he gives you and always say thank you. with his dick bruising your insides, you’re not sure what year it is anymore, but that’s okay!! because ryuguji will fuck you into next year!

#tokyorev thirsts with lor #ryuguji ken smut #tokyo revengers thirsts #tokyo revengers smut #ryuguji ken x reader #tr draken #draken is a big man #i love him sm

[manji-ro]

miya atsumu is a sexy man... warning(s): gn!reader, implied sexual content? that’s about it?

( MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! +18 )

atsumu is the type of man to (accidentally?) moan his own name during sex. it’s a spur-of-the-moment slip and he’s battering your insides the next minute so you hopefully forget. (hint: you don’t). you never let him live it down, you are downright bullying him with how you keep reminding him about it. he’ll flush in both embarrassment and annoyance, whining a small, “babe... you’re pushing it,” as you continue to mock and tease him. it gets to the point where he’s had enough, and he’ll make you be the one to moan his name instead

#hq thirsts with lor #i love atsumu miya #he’s delicious #miya atsumu smut #haikyuu thirsts #haikyuu smut #miya atsumu x reader #his name is pretty i would moan it too

[manji-ro]

PBJS & PJS

SANO ‘MIKEY’ MANJIRO X F!READER

warning(s): aged up!character(s), ooc!mikey(?), fiancé!mikey, mikey has blond hair here

notes: i’m projecting onto my writing once again :) and this is also incredibly self indulgent, because i, in fact, made 2 pbjs at 3am before writing this. i apologize

it’s cold… your foggy mind comprehended the change in temperature, fingers feeling numb as you mindlessly reached to find the heated boy besides yours; but your eyes shot open when all your touch met was the silk sheets. huh?

sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, shivering as you took a glance around. your gaze landed on your cracked window. he must’ve left it open, you thought, hopping from your bed as you made your way over to close the window. still, where could he have gone? you hadn’t remembered m—

a loud crash came from your kitchen, goosebumps lining your skin as you grasped at your shirt in distress. oh my god! you felt yourself shake, tossing aside any sanity you had, opting to not reach for your phone and instead took it upon yourself to investigate the cling and clang.

door left ajar, you slid past its oak wood texture, padding softly (as you could) across the hardwood floor of your hallway and towards the doorway leading to your kitchen; your lit kitchen. it must’ve been 3 in the morning, you couldn't imagine—

another noise had you jumping in your skin, eyes roaming your surroundings for any makeshift weapon you could find; aha! you knelt with great silence, hand locking around the plastic before tip-toeing your way towards the dimly lit room of your kitchen. whoever was there, boy were they in for a surprise.

with a deep breath, you took charge, “ah!” you yelled as you jumped out, arm raised high with your weapon as the person gave their own shout; but in surprise at your appearance, “die!” you hadn’t even bothered to open your eyes, too scared to see your trespasser’s face.

“y/n! it’s me!” before you could react, a hand clasped your wrist and stopped your attack; and you blinked. ah, now you felt silly, “what the hell are you doing?” sano manjiro, your fiancé, gave you a bazaar look, shocked beyond belief yet his eyes couldn't hide his bubbling amusement.

you took a moment to breathe, bringing your arm down as you took a glance around. it seemed he had dropped a few pans, the refrigerator door wide open as the ingredients to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches sat idly on the counter, waiting to be used, “o-oh, i thought you were an intruder...”

the man huffed a laugh, raising a brow as he gestured to your hand, crossing his arms in amusement, “oh… and you were gonna take me down with a hanger?” your brows knit, taking time to look at your makeshift weapon in the light of your kitchen.

“i didn’t know it was a hanger! the hallway’s dark!” manjiro couldn’t hold his laughter anymore, letting his loud cackle bounce off the walls of your apartment as you blushed in embarrassment, “manjiro! what if you really were an intruder?!”

the blond continued to laugh, breathless and panting as he came to cup your cheeks, “ah...! well then you’d be in real trouble, i’m quite the nasty guy!” he snickered once more, giving you a soft peck as you slowly deflated. you walked into his frame, dropping the hanger as you wrapped your arms around his middle, “who knew you, my wife to be, could be so brave?!” let’s just say you weren’t enjoying his taunting antics.

with a pout, you stayed quiet, moving with the male as he jumped back into his previous task, “say, pbjs always make everyone happy,” he took a glance at your face, giving your cheek a wet kiss to see you gag in mock disgust; your smile finally finding its home on your lips, “want one?”

there was no way you’d say no to pbjs in pjs.

12/6/2021 © MANJI-RO, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey #manjiro sano #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #oneshot #imagines #tr mikey

[manji-ro]

JADED OVERCAST / FROM THE HEART

MITSUYA TAKASHI X F!READER

warning(s): none! just mitsuya and reader being soft and crushing on each other <3

notes: this goes out to @machisluvr, i hope you enjoy :D mitsuya is sm fun to write?? this was my first mitsuya work and he’s only grown on me since writing it this won’t be the only thing of him i write

he sighed, worn and tired from today’s work. the school was preparing for a festival, and the theater club had decided to put on a play for their club participation. old fashioned romance was the theme, and classical romeo and juliet was their headline. being the president of the home economics club, mitsuya takashi had his work cut out for him in the weeks to come.

“good work,” he patted the girl’s back, offering a nod in approval when she took a glance at him, “nice needlework, that’s the corset for romeo, right?” the girl nodded, blushing at the words as she went back to work, mitsuya taking off to his own station.

“mitsuya!” the said male jumped, sighing in relief as he hadn’t messed his lining up, looking up to spot yasuda making her way towards him, “you’re working on juliet’s dress, right? the theater member who’s playing her wants to get the dress measured while it’s on her just in case,” mitsuya took a glance down to the piece of cloth he was working on, standing before folding it nicely and moving it to the side.

“lead the way.”

“i’m so sorry!” you bowed, clasping the dress in your arms as you stood to glance at the lavender-haired boy, “i just want to make sure it fits properly when i move..” you hoped he wasn’t upset, his features gave off the impression he was bored or disinterested; it kind of hurt, “i’ll buy you some food to repay for it…?”

mitsuya didn’t care either way actually, all he worried about was whether or not he could keep the raging blush that begged to kiss his cheeks down, “…works for me,” he watched you smile, bowing once again before you hurried towards the changing station.

l/n y/n, he’d been crushing on you for a little over five months now. you only transferred in during your second year, you actually came from [home country], which mitsuya found to be fascinating. you were a relatively sweet girl, often taking on tasks some might not have wished to, to even offering to buy one food if you ever thought you were being an inconvenience.

he thought you were the sweetest.

“mitsuya?” he must’ve dazed off, rubbing at his eyes before he took a look your way; now he couldn’t help but blush. the brown and cream tones matched nicely with your complexion, the hints of red and blue lining the material add to the nicely done pattern as it flowed smoothly down your figure. god job, takashi.

“well...? do you have a tape measure or if that’s what you call it in home economics,” you chuckled, watching the boy give a flustered nod as he removed the tape from around his neck and make his way towards you, “you’re great at sewing, mitsuya. if i hadn’t seen you doing it, i never would’ve guessed you were the one to do this.”

mitsuya knew better than to take your inquisition personally or as an insult, smiling when you blushed and sputtered, “oh that was rude! i-i just meant, you don’t look the type to be into sewing… since you’re so big..” you trailed off, pursing your lips as mitsuya told you to spin around, “i mean, not big, but broad! yeah, broad! you look like you should be in a sports club!” you gave a dry chuckle, holding out your arms as the boy measured the sleeve to arm length.

oh god, i’m so embarrassed... you felt yourself burning, skin tingling as mitsuya’s fingers brushed against the palm of your hand. you hoped he hadn’t been offended by what you said, biting your lip as mitsuya moved to lightly push at your back, “are you ready for the play, juliet?” he asked with a chuckle, glancing from the back of your head to your back.

“yep! i actually love romeo and juliet, my parents would take me to see it all the time as a kid..” you let your arms down, playing with the strands of your hair as you watched mitsuya kneel and measure your waist to the hem of the dress, “i guess you could say i got into theater because of it, and being able to play juliet has always been a little dream of mine, too..” you hoped you didn’t ramble too much, but when he smiled up at you, you knew he didn’t mind.

“that’s pretty cool,” when he stood, he took a look at your frame, nodding in satisfaction, “the dress looks beautiful on you, l/n… like you were made to play juliet,” you never expected mitsuya to be so smooth, yet it was just one more thing you found lovable about the boy.

when he bowed, moving aside to leave and head back to his club room, you panicked; wait! “uh, mitsuya!” you sounded like a lovesick girl, ready to confess the world to the boy of your dreams; and maybe you were, “would you like to get lunch with me tomorrow?” hands clasping the dress, you danced with hope and prayed that he felt the same connection you had.

he did. he smiled, pressing his hands in his pockets as he looked back to you, “yeah, i’d like that.”

i’d like that a lot.

12/5/2021 © MANJI-RO, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya x reader #oneshot #imagines #tr mitsuya

[manji-ro]

i love ur tumblr lori ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ♡︎ (kenji/luna speaking)

KENJI <33 you’re so sweet ily :(

[manji-ro]

SOFT HANDS

TIMESKIP!RYUGUJI ‘DRAKEN’ KEN X F!READER

warning(s): soft!draken, manga!spoilers, draken is a big softie :(

notes: this is dedicated to my dearest friend, @vampkil because we always talk about the tokyorev characters </3 missing draken sm rn

today was another long day at work; filing through more entries than you could count, helping new employees become acquainted with their workspace and the building’s layout, running errands for your boss and making sure his coffee cup was always piping hot. all you wanted to do was go home.

so when your shift was over, you practically leapt for joy and sprang towards the door in a frantic speed walk. you didn’t care to listen for the shouts you received, all you thought about was getting home and seeing your loving husband, ryuguji ken.

or as most people knew him; draken.

you didn’t know him when he was in middle school (and in a gang), you were two years younger than he was and from a different part of japan. you’d only recently moved to tokyo when the two of you married, but you weren’t complaining. ryuguji had been one of the best boyfriends you’d ever had; he was the best, you’d think so due to the ring on your finger.

and when it came down to it, he had to be one of the softest people you’d ever met. you wouldn’t think so due to his delinquent-like appearance, but in his older age, he’d become soft and mature.

you weren’t being metaphoric with this, either. even though he worked on bikes, he had an incredibly soft touch to him. he would welcome you home for the day, placing the tools he held down before he cleaned his hands to cradle your face and give you a warm kiss. it was always the best welcome home, knowing you wouldn’t choose any other place over it in the world.

today was no different. you smiled at the familiar jingle of the door bell, offering quick waves and nods to the employees around the shop as you made your way deeper into the garage.

it was easy to spot ryuguji at the far end, hard at work with his brows drawn together as he took a wrench to a bolt along the fender of the wheel to tighten it into place. you adored when he was hard at work, the smudges of grease decorating his defined face, beads of sweat lining his forehead before rolling down his brow-line to drip to the floor. it could sound gross to most, but you’d always known ryuguji to work hard; and sweating comes with that.

“ken,” your soft voice spoke, said male turning to smile as you approached him, “i’m home.” yeah, home; he was home.

the raven-haired man stood to greet you, wiping off his hands and face before he came to circle his arms around your waist and dip down slightly in hopes of connecting your lips. and you happily did so, smiling into the kiss when one of his own appeared to mirror yours as you broke apart, giddy as ever and deeply in love.

“welcome home, y/n.”

12/3/2021 © MANJI-RO, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #draken #ryuguji ken #ryuguji ken x reader #draken x reader #oneshot #imagines #tr draken

[manji-ro]

ROOMMATES

NISHINOYA YUU X F!READER

warning(s): aged up!character(s), soft and sweet, light tension, suggestive(?) depictions

notes: nishinoya my beloved, i adore you

roommate!nishinoya who learns how to cook because you don’t know how to. he learns what foods you favor and what foods you don’t, spending nights upon nights up and staring at his laptop screen watching cooking videos. the next morning he’d wake you up with a sweet smile ‘n a warm/cold plate of your favorite food, saying how you’ve got good tastes, roomie!

roommate!nishinoya who can’t help but admire you as you work on homework for your classes. you were such a good student, always focusing on what you had to do in order to succeed. you never got in trouble, always did your work and never missed a due date. nishinoya would come to you most nights with questions on how to do this or that, and only around 50% of the time did he actually need help. he just really wanted to watch your pretty face as you explained to him how to do a math problem.

roommate!nishinoya who takes care of your drunken self one too many nights, knowing you’d come to him in the morning once again, whining of the headache you’d brought upon yourself. you’d get upset when he chuckled at you, but deep down you couldn’t deny the way it brought your heart to relax as you listened to it rumble in his chest. the two of you would spend the day in his room, snuggled up in his bed as you watched the latest episode of a show.

roommate!nishinoya who couldn’t help but fall for you as time went on, finding your personality and little knacks to be too cute not to fall for. the smiles you’d give him in the morning at the table, tapping lightly at a cup of coffee you had prepared for him before he woke up. your warm welcome home’s always bringing his insides to burn and a blush to his cheeks, knowing your guys’ apartment wasn’t his home, but you were. he only hoped you’d felt the same.

roommate!nishinoya who can’t help but think you like him too, the tension that’d fill the room when you two locked eyes for too long was suffocating in the best way possible. the light brushes of your hand against his own, his arm or even his cheek when you’d brush a stray hair from his face always had him shivering, finding them to be almost too unbearable. the accidental run-ins you’d have at the shower, blushes on both your faces as one would be in nothing but a towel.

roommate!nishinoya who let his feelings get the better of him one night, finding his lips pressed firmly to yours in the heat of the moment. you wouldn’t stop talking about a guy who’d hit on you at a party, although you made it crystal clear you turned him down, the sour tinge on his tongue was beginning to sting; and he couldn’t help it anymore. nishinoya was about to mutter an apology before you kissed him once again, and he swore he’d seen stars.

roommate!nishinoya who was then upgraded to boyfriend!nishinoya <3

11/28/2021 © MANJI-RO, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #oneshot #nishinoya x reader #imagines #nishinoya yuu x reader

[manji-ro]

MASTERLIST

HAIKYUU!! / THIRSTS

roommates - nishinoya yuu / 521

three is a family - ushijima wakatoshi / 740

TOKYO REVENGERS / THIRSTS

pbjs & pjs - sano ‘mikey’ manjiro / 617

soft hands - ryuguji ‘draken’ ken / 488

jaded overcast / from the heart - mitsuya takashi / 884

MY HERO ACADEMIA / THIRSTS

silent treatment - todoroki ‘dabi’ toya / 7.1k

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ON OTHER MEDIA! © MANJI-RO.

#masterlist #haikyuu!! #tokyo revengers #attack on titan #my hero academia #haikyuu!! masterlist #tokyo revengers masterlist #attack on titan masterlist #my hero academia masterlist

[manji-ro]

MARA!!! SHE/HER, NINETEEN (19)

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hi!!! im mara (new pen name!) :D i have this blog just for fun and as a relaxation of sorts? i update randomly and sporadically, mainly writing tokyo revengers and haikyuu!! oneshots, drabbles and thirsts! i occasionally write my hero academia as well, but not as often :) i write both SFW and NSFW just a heads up

UPDATED: 2/25/2022

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