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Life Force ~{10/??}~

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Spending time together felt so natural. It had only been two months and the two of you already move in similar motions, as if you had known each other your entire life. Nights when you would work late, Shinsou would take your spare key and make himself comfortable in your home. He would pick up groceries and meet you at the train station with a bright smile, speaking about the dinner that he had prepared for you. On the way home you would walk in step with one another, talking about the different things that happened in each of your lives that day. Everything felt right. It felt safe and secure.

You didn’t trust it.

Despite the nagging feeling in your chest, you would hold his hand and smile. Maybe if you pretended everything was right in your mind, it would be exactly that. So that’s what you did. You would laugh and smile and always kiss him back. When he would hold you, you would melt into him naturally. There was never a time you would pull back from him. Honestly, you didn’t want to, but there was something burning in your chest that beat on your ribcage- begging to be noticed.

One day at work you were laid out by the sad stargazer. You played your music on a low setting, all your focus placed on it.

“Why are you sad, little stargazer?” you whispered to it, placing a small tap on the exposed stem. It perked at your touch, allowing your energy to swirl down to its roots. A soft smile reached your lips at the feeling of it accepting your love. Being able to help it even a little made you feel good.

“Plants can’t talk,” a new voice spoke from behind you. Unphased by the interruption, you merely looked their way without a change in expression.

“I’m fully aware they can’t talk,” you said sarcastically, pulling yourself up into a sitting position, “But I can feel their emotions, in a way I can hear their thoughts.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, moving over to you and dropping to his knees in front of the stargazer, “But sometimes their emotions aren’t actual thoughts, you know?”

“No,” you said in curiosity, “What do you mean by that?”

He looked over at you with a soft smile, “What I mean is that it may have been sad in the moment, but being sad isn’t the only thought that it has.”

You watched in intrigue as he cradled the stem. A warm light was exposed from his palm, enveloping it entirely. A short yelp escaped your mouth and you reached for the plant, but he merely swatted your hand away with a smile. “Just watch,” he laughed at you, “If I mess it up then you have full right to hit me. Can you trust me?”

You surveyed the man before you and, after a short moment you decided that there was no way he could be in here if he wasn’t trusted by the rest of staff- right?

“Fine,” you huffed, “But I hit really hard… just so you know.”

He chuckled at your stubbornness, “Noted.”

The two of you turned back to the plant and he continued his action. You watched as the plant began to sprout happily. It even wrapped itself around his wrist, soaking up the light he exposed it to. When he was finished he looked to you as you sat there with a wide smile.

“I’m not even touching it,” you whispered in relief, “but I can still feel it’s emotion. It…”

“It’s better?”

“What did you do?” your voice was desperate. You had been worrying over this plant for a while. It wasn’t blooming the same as the rest of it’s friends.

“I gave it a little bit of life force.”

“Your life force?” you asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “My quirk is life force, I can give it… or take it.”

“I’m hoping you don’t do the latter that much, right?”

His expression grew solemn, “Only when asked… I volunteer in hospitals a lot. Some people… some people prefer the easier way out when things get terminal. My quirk makes it as if they’re falling asleep. I like to put their life force into things like plants or sick children.”

“Does that hurt them?”

“The body is sick,” he explains, mirroring your sitting position, “Their life force is the same. Taking it and moving it to another does not hurt them- it simply allows that person to live on in another being.”

“That’s beautiful,” you said sweetly.

“Okay now that we’ve got that out of the way-”

You looked at him with furrowed brows, confused as to where this was going.

“What’s going on with you? You have turmoil- it’s pulling at your energy,” he said with a concerned tone, “I felt it from down the hall.”

“Nothing?”

“You’re full of shit,” he complained, “Come on I know there is something.”

“There is nothing!” you laughed, “I have a good job and a great friend and a really cool boyfriend. My cat seems to really like him. A house I love filled to the brim with things I like.”

“What’s going on with that boyfriend?”

“In what way? Are you concerned with our se-”

“Definitely not,” he pushed before you could finish the sentence, “Emotionally. What’s going on there?”

“We…” you thought really hard for a moment, “We really like each other.”

“I like chocolate cupcakes too,” he prefaced, “But I don’t imagine myself marrying them.”

“Are you comparing my love life to your love of chocolate cupcakes?”

“Does that sound like your love life?”

You stuttered for a moment, “Who are you exactly?”

“Call me Yaku,” he grinned as he put his hand out to you, “And your name?”

“None of your business,” you gave a sarcastic smirk before standing up an brushing yourself off, “Thanks for helping my stargazer and questioning my relationship with my boyfriend, it was nice to meet you. I have other things I have to do.”

He watched you stomp out of the room, a grin on his lips.

“When you’re out of denial I’m in room 212!”

“Won’t need it, but thanks!”

Shinsou met you at the train station once again. You struggled with your bags until you made it to him. He looked up from his phone to see your angry huffing. With a short chuckle he looked down at your small figure.

“Can I help?”

“Please do.”

He wasted no time in pulling the bags from your hands. You gave him a grateful smile, nearly dropping to the ground in relief. Shinsou threw out an arm, catching you by holding the small of your back.

“Hey,” he said in concern, “What happened? Are you okay?”

You forced out a smile, looking up at the beautiful boy, “Yeah. Yeah I’m good. Just a hard day.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

He frowned but didn’t push, simply kissing your forehead before turning the two of you towards your street, “Let’s go then?”

You moved at a slow pace, thinking of everything that strange boy said to you.

Was there conflict in my life force?

You looked up at Shinsou, who was going on about Nakoma trying to steal the food he had cooked.

Is he my conflict?

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ponds-puddle · 3 years

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Stargazer ~{9/??}~

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“So now you’re dating the homeless man?”

You scoffed at your friend, “For the last time, he’s not homeless.”

She handed you the bulbs of your newest nursery addition, white stargazer lilies. You took a moment to hold it in your hand, feeling it’s every emotion. Flower bulbs always had their own unique emotion. This one brought a bright fluttering feeling in your chest, imagery of a blossoming love, sweet pure innocence and…

You frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

Your hands closed around the bulb, pressing it to your forehead in sympathy.

“It’s sad.”

Shinsou waited at the train station for you once again tonight. You tried to give him a warm smile, but you couldn’t get the sad flower out of your mind. He approached you, a concerned look in his brow.

“Are you okay?” his hand reached up to push your stray hairs behind your ear. You nodded lightly, but his eyes never left you.

“Yeah,” you tried to shrug it off, “We were planting bulbs today.”

“And?”

It became clear to you that he wouldn’t leave it alone until you told him, so you sighed and said, “One of the flowers was sad.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile, kissing your forehead soothingly. People walked passed you, looking at you in discontent, but neither of you paid any mind to them.

“Why were they sad?”

“That’s what is bugging me!” you said exasperatedly, “When I held it, it was warm. It had such a beautiful vision of growing. But it was sad. It wasn’t clear at first, but once my mind picked up on it- it was decaying. Dead roots and insects eating away at it. I know that we would never let the poor thing end up like that, but I’ve never held such a sad beauty like that.”

Shinsou listened to you intently. You liked that about him. He never made you feel silly for things like this. He thought of plants like humans, just as you did. Or at least he understood your feelings towards them and matched you. He made you feel warm.

“Sorry,” you laughed lightly, “We should get back to the house, I’m sure Nakoma is dying to see you.”

“Firstly,” he said sternly, “You had to reason to apologize. I like hearing about your work and your quirk. I don’t want you to think you have to withhold all those things from me. I enjoy hearing it.”

You giggled at his strict speaking before nodding, “Yes sir. And secondly?”

“I- Did you just call me sir?” a small glimmer of a blush traced his cheeks, but he shoved it back down as fast as he could.

“Secondly?” you sang innocently, pulling him towards the train doors so you wouldn’t miss it. Shinsou allowed you to pull him along.

“Secondly,” he coughed awkwardly, trying to settle the slight arousal he felt from your words, “Secondly. I can’t wait to see her either.”

You watched with amused eyes as Nakoma ran happily to Shinsou, rubbing her body against his leg. He greeted her in a chirpy tone, leaning over to pick her up. She curled in his arms, purring loudly at his embrace.

“Someone should write a love story about you two,” you said bitterly, kicking off your shoes and passing the threshold to your house. Shinsou’s laughter could be heard from the living room as you plopped onto the couch.

“Oh come on,” he chuckled, setting the cat down before joining you, “Stop being so jealous of your cat.”

You turned to him, “I am not jealous of my cat.”

“Of course you’re not,” he said, but you knew that he didn’t believe his own words.

“I’m not jealous of my cat!”

“You so are!” he loudly laughed, “But it’s okay. I get it. She is very cute.”

You gapped at the boy beside you, “Are you saying I’m not cute?”

He stuttered, his mind turning into a giant thought bubble. You snorted at how animated his nonverbal reply was.

“I can’t believe that you think my cat is cuter than me.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You’ve kissed me, but you still think the thing that coughs up furballs is cuter than me,” you argued teasingly, “She licks her own butthole!”

“I cannot believe we are having this argument right now,” he exclaimed.

“I can’t either!” you tried to hold back your laughter, “And here I was thinking that you liked me.”

“I-”

He was cut off by you shaking your head sadly, “Really did it to me, huh? All this time together… just for the cat.”

“Okay,” he laughed, “That’s enough now.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said with a shrug, “I’m not the one attracted to a cat.”

“I’m not attracted to your cat, Y/N.”

You looked up at Shinsou after hearing how his voice had fallen. His eyes were entirely focused on you, bringing a bright blush to your face.

“I was joking,” you said bashfully, “I was just playing with you.”

Shinsou watched the way your shoulders tensed up at his gaze so, with a small chuckle, he whispered, “You’re so cute.”

“Really?” you asked sheepishly as a small smirk struggled not to form, “Not my cat?”

“Your cat is cute, yes,” he said. You were surprised by the way his tone didn’t change, “But you’re much cuter.”

You smiled happily leaning into his body, “You’re full of shit.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes at your bratty behavior, “Alright, calm it down.”

You giggled as you felt his arms wrap around your body and pull you towards him. You happily readjusted yourself to straddle his lap. He hugged onto your waist, pulling you against his chest. You sweetly pecked his neck, feeling the way his body tensed against yours.

“Wait,” he whispered softly, causing the two of you to break apart.

“I’m sorry was tha-”

Shinsou pressed his lips against yours hastily. A static shock of surprise shivered down your spine, but you melted into his touch anyways. His tongue licked against your bottom lip, sweetly asking for entrance. For the first time, you didn’t have the power in you to argue with him. Instead you obediently granted him passage, feeling the way his lips so easily dominated your own. Your hands fell to his chest, absentmindedly undoing the buttons of his shirt. There were about four left before his hands reached out to grab yours and the kiss was broken.

“What-” he drew in a shaky breath at the feeling of your fingertips grazing across his chest, “What are you doing?”

His eyes met yours, almost losing it all merely at the sight of your dazed expression.

“I just want a little more,” you whined, unable to stop yourself. Feeling his touch was dangerous to you. All your inhibitions were thrown to the wind the second he held you, and you weren’t sure if he knew the effect he held on you- but it was impossible to break free from. Not that you wanted to.

Shinsou gulped at the sound of your needy tone. He had never heard you sound like that, and the fact that he knew that he caused it only fueled the fire. So he let his hands fall from yours, instead gripping onto the outer part of your thighs.

His eyes watched your every move, the adrenaline pumping through his veins so rapidly he thought they were going to burst. Your hands gently pushed back his shirt, off the corners of his shoulders. The lighting accentuated every slight curve of his body, his collarbones glistened like a freshly cut diamond. You wondered if you would ever feel this amount of emotion for someone again. The hope burned your skin as his hands traced your jawline, redirecting your gaze back to his eyes.

I want this.

I need more.

“You’re quiet,” he chuckled, brushing his thumb against the curve of your lips, “I don’t think you’ve ever been this quiet.”

Thousands of words fluttered in your chest. The moment’s air suffocated your lungs, blocking the ability to speak.

He laughed, “I must be hot if you’re this quiet.”

You let out an unamused snort, rolling your eyes at him. Instinctively your hand raised to push his shoulder, but the amount of force was feeble. His body continued to stand against yours as if it was made of stone.

“Ah yes, who wouldn’t be turned on by the amount of ego you have?”

Shinso laughed at you, “So you’re saying I am hot?”

“I’m saying you’re annoying,” you corrected, but the way your hand dragged against the nape of your neck answered his question. Shinso’s head rolled back at the feeling, marveling in the emotions that rolled off of your body and onto his.

“You like that I’m annoying,” he boasted as he dropped his forehead down to yours, leaning against you with a cocky smirk, “You can’t say that you don’t.”

“I like that you match my energy,” you confessed, “I like that you don’t expect me to be different than I am.”

His eyes widened at your confession, but when he felt your grip tighten against him he drifted back into himself, “So you’re saying you like me?”

You groaned in aggravation at his never-ending cockiness, pulling yourself away slightly. Despite how you moved, you knew that you wouldn’t get far. Shinsou’s movements were immediate, pulling you back to his chest. With one hand caressing your chin and the other pressing the small of your back into himself, he kissed you once more. The way you melted into him and swayed perfectly in tune with his own motions felt almost like the most elegantly written poetry.

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Jeopardize ~{8/??}~

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word count: 1750

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Shinsou called someone, who you assumed was Kaminari by the loud tone that exploded from the phone when Shinsou had explained you were involved. Shinsou winced, pulling the phone away from his face with a small scowl.

“She’s fine, I’m sending you the location and then I’m gonna take her home. Can I trust you to handle this?”

“Of course! I’ll be there in no time. Take her home and make sure she gets some rest.”

“I will, thank you again.”

You watched him as he hung up his phone, stuffing it into his pocket. With a final disgusted look at the man currently bound to the streetlight with probably the strongest vines you could muster, Shinsou gently placed his hand on your shoulder and began to guide you home.

“Do you want to talk?” he asked in a worried tone, keeping his head down.

“Shinsou,” you sighed, “I’m not upset that you lied. Not yet. I want an explanation. But for right now, you saved me. Regardless of why you kept this a secret, you came and saved me the second I called.”

“Did you know? That I was lying?” you shook your head, not looking up, “And yet you still called me?”

“You were the first person I thought of.”

Shinsou bit back a smile, trying to smother the feeling of triumph growing in his chest. Even though you thought he was quirkless, he was the hero that you chose. No one else. You called him. That made him feel a little too proud.

Shinsou held the door open for you, arguing that you shouldn’t do anything until your hands have healed. You rolled your eyes at the boy, explaining that they won’t take that long to heal.

“You grew thorns out of your fingertips,” he said in awe, “Shouldn’t you get them looked at?”

“I don’t like doctors,” you complained as you walked to your sink and turned on the tap. You looked at your mangled nails with a frown. The nail had been ripped in half to allow the thorn to come through. You shakily grabbed a pair of scissors from a drawer and clipped the thorn down. You had only done this once before. Back then it was just you testing your quirk. The pain was so cruel that you swore that you would never do it again. Circumstances change.

Shinsou leaned against the counter beside you, grimacing at the bloody appearance of your hand.

“Seriously, go to a hospital,” he repeated, reaching towards your hand. You flinched from his instinctively, causing him to pull his hand back. His head dropped slightly as he muttered, “Sorry.”

“It’s a little sensitive right now,” you explained as you cleaned the wound, “Can you grab the first aid kit?”

Shinsou reached above you into the cabinets and pulled out the box of medical supplies, watching you pilfer through it for the items you needed. Your hands shook slightly as you attempted to clean the wound.

“Let me do it please? I have steadier hands,” he offered sweetly. You looked up at him, immediately breaking at the puppy dog eyes he was giving you. With a sigh, you turned away from the box and held out your hand.

“I’m going to flinch,” you informed him, “It’s not because of you.”

Shinsou felt his stomach flip at the reassurance you gave him. You knew that he was probably feeling a little insecure about your friendship, but you wanted him to know that no matter what happens- you weren’t going to be scared of him.

He slowly began to clean your wound, focusing entirely on being careful. You watched his expressions in an attempt to distract you from the pain. A soft smile fell on your lips as you saw his tongue slipped out of his mouth in concentration.

“Does that hurt?” he asked you, looking into your eyes. You stayed silent as his lilac eyes drew you in. He may have lied to you, but he’s Shinsou. And you, without a single shred of doubt, trust him.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” you asked, blinking yourself back into reality. He chuckled at your dazed eyes.

“Fall in love with me later,” he joked, “I was asking if it hurt.”

Your cheeks flared at his first comment, “Shut up, and no.”

“I’m going to wrap it, okay?” he said as he grabbed the gauze, “If it hurts just tell me and we can take a break.”

You nodded silently, closing your eyes in anticipation of the pain. You had never been good with pain.

His hands softly held your finger steady as he wrapped the wounded nail. You winced slightly at the pain, but made no comment to stop. The faster this was done, the faster you could put space between you two.

He finished sooner than you expected so your eyes had remained shut. He looked down at you and selfishly took the moment to admire you. The way your lip was pulled between your teeth, the small crinkle by your eyes. Each and every freckle littered on your face. He smiled, raising his hand to tap your nose. Your eyes opened immediately, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why’d you do that?”

“All done,” he commented, holding up your hand. He raised it to his lips and kissed the tip, his teasing smile brightening the room.

“That was…”

“Cute?”

“Disgustingly so.”

His brows raised, “Oh so you admit it was cute?”

“I don’t recall admitting anything,” you said stubbornly. You attempted to take your hand back but Shinsou kept his gentle hold.

“Come on, you can tell me anything.”

“Can I ask you anything as well?” you asked timidly.

Shinsou’s jaw tightened, already knowing your question, “Yeah.”

“What’s your quirk?”

Shinsou let go of your hand and shoved his own into his pockets, “Brainwashing.”

You nodded slowly, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “It’s cool. Not cooler than a nature quirk, but it’s cool.”

Shinsou chuckled at your attempt to diffuse the tension in the room, “You’re not upset… at all?”

“I mean,” you gave a slightly exaggerated sigh, “I was at first, just a little. But you came despite trying to keep that secret from me. How could I be upset with you?”

“I know you value honesty an-”

“Yes I do value it, but I also understand how you feel about your quirk.”

“You understand?”

“I remember the conversation about Damon,” you chuckled, “And I stand by what I said. I think it’s a really cool quirk, Shinsou.”

“But it’s no thorns out of the hands,” he joked, causing you to grimace.

“Not the best aspect of my quirk I’ll be honest,” you comment quietly, looking down at your wrapped hand.

“Thank you for not being upset with me and not seeing me as a monster.”

“I could never see you as a monster,” you whisper with a hidden smile. I think I like you too much.

He insisted that he at least stay the night, in case you decide you would go to the hospital. You attempted to assure him that there was no way in hell you would be going, but he wouldn’t break. Instead the two of you lounged on your couch all night, binging on all your snacks and watching musicals.

“Just spoil it for me! Who is the father?!” Shinsou begged out of aggravation.

“I can’t tell you!” you laughed loudly, throwing a pillow at him, “Now hush and watch!”

“But I want to know now!”

“Well you don’t get to know now.”

“You’re so unfair,” he huffed as he hugged the pillow you had thrown at him. You chuckled at his antics, unable to tear your eyes away from him. He watched the movie silently, seemingly unaware of your gaze. Your stomach did twists as you admired the boy across the couch from you.

“Shinsou?”

“Hm?”

He looked over at you and panicked when he saw the tears that had formed in your eyes, “What’s wrong? Can we finally go to the hospital? Do they hurt?”

He threw the pillow aside and pulled himself across the couch to be sitting directly beside you, cradling your hand tenderly in his hand.

“I’m glad you talked to me on the train,” you whispered, using your uninjured hand to wipe your eyes. It wasn’t like you were blubbering, it was just a few emotional tears. You had a hard night, who could blame you for being a bit unstable right now?

Shinsou calmed his panic and looked up at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen on a person.

“I’m glad too,” he admitted sweetly, kissing your hands once more.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done without you tonight.”

“Probably fucked that dude up with your thorn finger,” he tried to joke, but you couldn’t bring out more than a sad chuckle.

“I’m serious, thank you for everything,” your tears grew more rapid, bringing Shinsou to pull you into his lap. You held tightly onto his shirt, trying to push out all the memories from tonight.

“Hey,” he shushed you, running his hand through your hand, “You don’t have to thank me. It was the best decision I had ever made.”

You leaned up, forcing the negative emotions aside for a moment. There was something you had to do or you swore it would eat you alive.

“I’m gonna jeopardize it all,” you said to him, wiping the final tears from your face. Shinsou’s brows furrowed at your words.

“Wh-”

You lifted yourself up as best as you could, fitting your lips against his. Shinsou reacted immediately, his fingers tangling themselves in the hair at the nape of your neck. He tilted your hair back with his hold, deepening the kiss with one single movement. When you pulled away from him, he looked at you with the brightest smile you’d ever seen on him.

“Oh,” he commented while trying so desperately to cover his smile. You laughed softly and nodded.

“Oh?”

The two of you smiled at each other for a moment more, completely in awe with the other.

“That is a good oh, right?” you suddenly asked, causing Shinsou to snort.

“A very good one,” he answered you, pulling you closer and pressing his lips against your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, tightening your hold on his shirt.

“Very good, huh?” you asked cockily, bringing a laugh out of the boy.

“Shut up and watch the movie, loser.”

“Fine, but I’m not moving.”

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Closer ~{7/??}~

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TW: VIOLENCE

“I don’t understand him. I understand most people. The way they move, the way they speak. I’ve always been so good at figuring people out but him? He’s impossible. He has some freaky shield over him that just eats away at me. The not knowing makes me want it so much more. Makes me want to understand and ask so much more. I think I like that about us, about our friendship. Learning new things about him is intoxicating. Every new little story and fact shared between the two of us become these sweet little secrets in my mind. I don’t understand these feelings he brings up in me but the desire to figure it out cannot be described just as simply as a “rush”. It’s a greater than a thrill. It’s like a roller coaster creeping up to the very peak of its mountain. I think when I finally piece together this puzzle that is Shinsou, we will dive towards the ground. Is that weird to say? I think it is. But it doesn’t matter.

It’s exciting.”

With an exhausted sigh, you lifted your bags off of the seat beside you. It was a bummer that Shinsou hadn’t been having a late night, you would’ve liked to see him. You were beginning to forget how boring train rides were now that you were alone. You stood patiently in front of the doors, awaiting them to open so that you could begin your long trek home.

You had forgotten your earphones so, with another sigh, you stepped out of the train and began your silent walk. Thoughts ran wild through your mind, wondering what you would eat once you got home, wondering if Nakoma was alright, where Shinsou might be. Then it became an endless stream of chores you had to look forward to on your day off. You had to do your clothes. It would be nice if you could go grab more sodas because you were nearly out. You had been drinking waters for the past few days and, while you enjoyed a good cold water bottle, you missed the fizz. You had to admit it. If it wasn’t for the coffee you had been drinking this morning you were sure you would’ve had a caffeine headache.

You stopped briefly to grab your phone from your bag, wanting to write down this list, but when you noticed a pair of feet halting in time with you, you froze. Another plus side to your quirk is that you’re hyperaware of movement around you. Downside was its not exactly a fighting quirk. It could’ve been if you trained it that way, but you never thought too much into it. You liked the little things you could do, you weren’t interested in being a hero. But right now you were kicking yourself for not accepting those defense classes your father had offered.

You began to walk again at a slightly quicker pace, your phone now firmly grasped in your hand. With shaky hands you dialed the number of the only person you could think of at this moment. You didn’t put it against your ear, so as not to alarm your pursuer that you were calling for help. You dropped your phone to your side, subtly sending your live location while also praying that he would pick up.

“Hello?” you heard the faint questioning tone of Shinsou as he answered the phone. You walked faster, thankful that you were wearing heels so that he could at least hear the fast pace of your steps. A soft ‘ding’ sounded from his side, showing that your location had sent.

“Are you okay?” Shinsou asked in a panic, “I’m assuming you can’t speak right now, but press a number once if you are okay and twice if not.”

Shakily you tapped two numbers, trying to not alert the eyes behind you.

“Don’t hang up!” he yelled, you heard loud shuffling from his end, “I’m coming!”

Faint tears burned your eyes at his words, relief flooding your system.

The footsteps behind you quickened to an almost running pace and, without a single moment of hesitation, you took off in a full sprint away from him. Your phone flung to your ear, repeating words of panic to Shinsou.

“He’s running at me!” you cried out, swerving your body down a separate street in hopes you could put more distance between the two of you. It was useless though, as his hands reached out towards you and gripped onto your elbow.

Panicked yells ripped out of your throat, you flung your arm carelessly with as much force as you could muster. A solid punch landed, but it seemingly had no effect on the man. His grip was tight around your arm, rough fingertips and nails tearing into your skin. When punching proved useless, you pulled your hand back, lighting your quirk through your fingertips. Pained cries erupted from your body as you forced a large thorn to grow in place of your middle nail before clawing at your attacker. You could feel it as your thorn tore through his skin, and for a moment you felt relief through your pain. You could hurt him. You found a way.

You began clawing desperately at the man’s face. He swore loudly in pain, attempting to gain control of your hands but with no avail. When his hand would come close, you would gash it open in defense.

Loud footsteps were heard from above as a figure raced across the building above you. When it noticed the commotion it jumped to the ground, grabbing hold of the man and ripping him apart from you. You could feel the rage surrounding the hero who fell from the sky. His fists laid repeated blows on your assailant, even as he went seemingly limp in his grasp.

You focused on the figure and felt pain ripple in your chest, “Shinsou,” you cried out, “Shinsou that’s enough!”

He dropped the man without care before turning immediately towards you. Crazed eyes met yours, instantly changing to concern as he reached for you, cupping your face in his hands.

“Be mad at me later please,” his voice cracked, looking you in the eyes, “But please tell me if you’re okay first.” His hands dropped to your arms, inspecting them in a panic. You watched the man in front of you with soft eyes, anger not even present on the list of emotions you were feeling at that moment.

“Oh,” you whispered with teary eyes as you reached for his face just as he had done to you, “Oh my sweet hero boy.”

Shinsou froze momentarily at your words, staring down at you with an array of emotions bursting from his chest. He watched you as your hands relaxed and fell to his chest, gripping onto his shirt and pulling yourself against him. He reacted instantly, holding you impossibly closer to him.

“Let’s get you home, little one.”

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Threats ~{Shinsou}~ (6/??)

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Hey guys! Sorry this took so long. Some of you may have seen that post that I made about my dog, and I'm thankful to say that she was able to get her surgery and she (as of yesterday) is fully recovered and happy. Thank you guys so much for waiting! Here's part 6!

“If you do not put that down right now I will throw this at you,” you threatened Shinsou from across the island in your kitchen. He was on the opposite side holding your journal. He laughed maniacally, waving the little book around. In all honesty he had no intention to read it. He picked it up while cleaning off the table and loved the way you dove at him in an attempt to get it away from him. After a ten minute chase around the island, you settled on opposite sides with your choice of weapons. His was your book and yours… Well yours was a flower vase.

“You’re so violent!” he laughed loudly, acting as if he wasn’t the least bit intimidated. Though after seeing the sheer determination and force of your dive to get it away from him, he was actually slightly scared you’d throw it.

“And you’re annoying! Put it down!”

“Or what?” he teased.

“This vase is made out of granite, wanna test me?”

Shinsou thought for a moment, looking between you and the vase. After a second he slowly placed the book on the counter and threw his hands up in surrender.

“God,” he laughed as you snatched the book like a crazed goblin, “You’re kinda terrifying.”

“Yeah and don’t forget it,” you threatened as you walked to your room to hide the book.

When you returned to the kitchen, Shinsou was delicately chopping ingredients for the dinner the two of you had bought. It had become a sort of tradition now. Every week you would go out to get groceries and Shinsou would accompany you. Afterwards you would hole up in your house, cooking and binging shows. The two of you would play a round of rock/paper/scissors to see who would have the honors of picking the show. This has been going on for three weeks now and Shinsou never got to pick a show. Though you suspect that he’s losing on purpose. He likes The Vampire Diaries, he just won’t admit it.

“What’s so secret about that book?” he asked you without looking up.

You made a face at him, one that screamed “did you get dropped as a baby?”

“I went through all of that and you think that I’m gonna come out here and tell you exactly what I was trying to keep you from reading?”

Shinsou stopped chopping and looked up at you, “One, attitude. Two, you’re right.”

“Exa-”

“So I’ll just guess.”

“No,” you deadpanned.

“Your secret family recipes?”

Silence.

“A detailed list of everyone you’ve ever killed?”

“Woah that escalated, you weirdo.”

“Ah but I got an answer from that one!”

“Point taken, no more replies.”

You walked briskly to the sink to wash your hands, ignoring the multiple guesses Shinsou threw your way. All ranging from normal to “seriously what is wrong with you?”.

“Is it a detailed account of all the feelings you have for me?”

“Oh of course,” you snorted, “It starts with unadulterated anger.”

“OO! Big word!” Shinsou jokingly praised, poking his lip out with his puppy dog eyes, “They grow up so fast.”

“Don’t make me get the vase.”

Shinsou raised his hands in defeat, chuckling softly to himself.

“You’re such a toddler,” you laughed at him, going to stand beside him to help prep the ingredients.

“Well you’re the weird one for willingly hanging out with a toddler.”

“Excuse me,” you scoffed with offense, “Toddlers are cool as heck. At holidays I like to hang with them over the adults. I mean come on. It's either relationship drama and taxes or two little humans beating the shit out of each other and pretending to be dinosaurs. The choice is obvious, no?”

Shinsou bit back a smile and simply nodded, trying to mask his humor with a “sophisticated” tone, “Oh of course. No argument here.”

You smiled up at the tall boy, a playful smile on your lips. His eyes flickered down to yours, catching your attention completely. Cliche stars and cupid songs shot off in your head, but you were more concerned with the slight disarray of his hair. There was a single strand out of place, most likely from the fight earlier. You tried to hide your grimace at the cliche atmosphere that was surrounding you right now. But despite it, you bounced onto your tip-toes and reached for the hair, lightly moving it to it’s spot.

You tried to ignore the way you hear Shinou inhale when your fingertips brushed through your hair. You tried to ignore the burning sensation you felt from his lavender irises as they inspected every small feature of your face, painfully enjoying the fleeting moment of closeness you had created. But try as you might, you let your eyes flicker to his. You felt swirling in your stomach, like happy bubbles. It weirded you out to be honest.

“Don’t look at me like that when I’m holding a knife, Y/N,” Shinsou chuckled nervously, breaking eye contact instantly. You dropped back down off your toes, turning to your ingredients with a hushed tone, “Sorry you had a stray hair.”

During the show you were sitting criss-cross on the couch with Shinsou below you. He was slowly working on his bowl of food while you had finished yours forever ago. You always mock him about being a slow eater and he always replies the same.

“Maybe I’m trying to stay a little longer.”

That made no sense to you, he always stays even after eating. It’s normally until you pass out and he heads home. He’s a lot better at the whole insomnia thing than you are.

“Stefan annoys me,” Shinsou groaned pathetically, placing his bowl on the ground beside him. Nakoma eagerly ran towards it but was scooped up by the purple haired boy before she could get a taste. She wiggled angrily for a moment, but eventually settled into his arms.

“Why?” you snorted, used to his complaining over this show by now.

“He’s portrayed as some hero, right?”

“Well-”

“Well nothing,” he huffed sassily, “He’s not a hero. He’s a bad guy. And he’s over here fucking with Elena’s life which, in my opinion, makes him an even worse guy.”

“Well I don’t think Elena would even let him get away at this point. I mean she loves him, right? She doesn’t care about what he’s done.”

Shinsou turned and looked at you with a blank face, “Look at me in my eyes and tell me you’d date a mass murderer.”

You looked at Shinsou and smiled, “I’m not a Stefan girl, but if a mass murderer who looked like Damon Salvatore showed up, it would be all over. I’d go Harley Quinn in this bitch, no questions.”

“No question?”

“None.”

“You’re a mess, you know that?”

“Oh but you like that about me right?”

“I never said I liked you.”

You gasped dramatically, holding your hands over your heart, “That’s it, I’m broken.”

“You just admitted you’d date a mass murderer, I think you were broken before you met me.”

“Shinsou!” you yelled, “That’s it, you lost Nakoma privileges. Give her to me now.”

“No,” he scoffed, cuddling her sweetly, “She likes me better anyways.”

“Sir, I’m gonna ask you to leave if you don’t watch your mouth.”

Shinsou raised his eyebrows comically at you, a small smirk on his lips.

“Say it again,” he said in the most dramatic tone, eliciting a smile on your lips. You tried to bite it down but the way he just stared at you with the most teasing smile had you wanting to burst into a fit of laughter.

“You’re demented.”

“You like that about me.”

“Who said I liked anything about you?”

“Your notebook.”

“You didn’t even read it!”

“Did I?”

The two of you stared each other down. For a moment you thought he had actually read it, but at the same time there was no way he could’ve, right?

“You didn’t.”

“Did I?”

“Did you?”

Shinsou shrugged, “I didn’t, but you definitely just gave away the fact you’ve written about me in it.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Sure you didn’t.”

“Shut up and finish your food, jackass,” you finally huffed, crossing your arms angrily while turning to the show. Shinsou smiled at your blushing figure for a moment longer before turning back around to the show. He didn’t stop grinning until he left that night.

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ponds-puddle · 3 years

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PART 6 OF BITTERSWEET TRICKSTER COMING OUT TONIGHT!!

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I’m so sorry I haven’t been updating lately. But there might be more complications coming. My dog, who I have had for nearly 8 years, is really sick right now. She has a uterus infection and I don’t have the money to get her the surgery she needs. I don’t want to leave y’all because I love writing, but right now I’m not able to write like I used to. I don’t think I’ll be able to until she’s better again or until the pain heals from losing her. I’m so sorry.

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He’s so pretty it’s not fair 😭

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oh my godddd... your "crushes" bakugo fanfic is so sweet!!! i literally teared up at the end, i absolutely loved it!!! its amazing, good job!

Awhh! Thank you so much! You’re so sweet 😊

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Dinner ~{Shinso}~ 5/???

word count: 1026 series masterlist

The walk back to your house was anything but silent. Shinso didn’t mind though, he thought your ability to go through millions of topics in mere seconds was hilarious. It made him a little sad honestly. He knew that you and Kaminari would be great friends, in fact he was sure that you could probably get along with all of his friends, but he couldn’t let you meet them. Not when he told that lie about being quirkless.

“Wait!” you said excitedly, stopping and turning dramatically to face Shinso, “Pick a flower. Any flower.”

For a millisecond he wanted to question you, but he didn’t. Instead he just memorized that goofy little grin on your lips before saying, “Orchids. You talked about them once.”

A small blush lit on your cheeks at his reply. You almost felt shy under his gaze, but his gentle smile soothed your anxious feelings. You knelt down to the concrete, your hands softly threading through the grass. Shinso watched you in curiosity and awe. He inspected the way your eyes fluttered shut, your smile fading to a concentrated pout. The aura surrounding you glowed a beautiful golden, but Shinso was sure he was the only one who could see it. Orchids began to bloom beneath your fingertips, sprouting up confidently.

Your eyes opened when you felt the strong stems against your knuckles. A proud smile glittered on your lips, your fingers gently tugging the flower from the ground. You stood up, hastily wiping off the dirt from your knees before turning to Shinso, the flower held out in offering to the boy.

“Thanks for talking to me that night,” you said sweetly, “and for walking me home. I’m really glad we met.”

Shinso felt a guilty pang in his chest at your words. The lie stirred uncomfortably on his tongue. He felt his taste buds burning in protest of the deceitful flavor.

“Shinso?”

His attention broke, finally refocusing on you. Words didn’t come out at first, just a simple smile. He reached out and took the flower, cheekily letting his fingers brush against yours. He watched your reaction, enjoying the way your eyes instantly connected with the contact.

“Talking to you was the best decision I’ve made for a very long time.”

The world froze around the two of you. The gaze between you two grew too strong, causing time to cease completely. Shinso stared down at you with this look that just screamed every feeling he’s felt since he’s met you. The warmth when he saw you smile. The confusion that he felt over his newly broken walls. The pain of the lie he’s left in your paths. And you? You stared into his eyes with an unknown fierceness. An intense and heart wrenching declaration. The certainty you felt in him.

It was too bad neither of you knew the languages of each other's hearts and minds.

“Shinso, put my cat down.”

“No,” he huffed stubbornly, pressing his face further into your cats fur, “She loves me and you’re just jealous.”

You rolled your eyes, “Why would I be jealous of a cat?”

Shinso snorted, looking up at you teasingly, “I meant jealous of me, but how about we unpack that real quick. Why are you jealous of the cat?”

Your face burned red, taken aback for a moment, “I-” you stuttered before collecting yourself, “I said I wasn’t jealous of her.”

Shinso placed Nakoma back onto the ground, allowing her to escape. Shinso didn’t mind her, instead he kept his eyes firmly on you. He spoke with a smirk, his body leaned back onto one arm as he sat on the floor, “You know you don’t have to be jealous of her. I’d cuddle you too.”

Flustered, you fidgeted slightly. Shinso enjoyed watching you like that. Usually you’re so lively and talkative. He liked the moments he could just stun you like this. But it didn’t last long as you huffed and puffed out your cheeks, “You’re being ridiculous. I’m starting dinner.”

He watched you walk away with a proud smirk on his lips. He had definitely won that round.

Shinso watched you carefully from the couch as you cooked. His eyes lit up in awe as you gently cooed seedlings from their pouches, thanking them with a soft smile. Soft hums left your lips as you chopped and stirred every ingredient, creating a faint glittering aura around your body. Shinso couldn’t tear his eyes from you even if he wanted to. The entire 1-A class could rush through your door right now and his gaze wouldn’t move from you. He was sure of that.

It almost felt like a dream. Lounging across your couch, your legs laid lazily across Shinso’s lap with both of your attentions stuck on the television screen. You felt so at ease around Shinso. It was nice.

“I think it’s unfair that Damon compelled Jeremy,” Shinso said bitterly. You looked at the boy in shock, unaware that he was actually getting into the show.

“I think it was a nice thought,” you said with a sigh, “He didn’t do it out of malice. He did it to help him. Well he did it for Elena, but you know what I mean.”

“He brainwashed him, Y/N,” he deadpanned, looking over at you with an annoyed look.

“He made him forget his pain.”

“That wasn’t his decision to make. Or Elena’s.”

“I guess you’re right. But some brainwashing is good, yknow?”

His eyebrows furrowed curiously at your words, “What do you mean?”

“Well think about all the good it could do. Imagine a hero with that quirk! Crime stopped without any damages!”

Shinso stared at you in slight horror, “You don’t think it would be better suited for a villain?”

“Quirks aren’t like that,” you laughed, “Imagine all the damage I could do with my quirk. The difference is who has it.”

You gave him a final innocent smile, looking back at the show. Shinso only stared at you. The pain of the truth finally focusing in his brain. You would never think he was a villain. But now you’ll see him as a liar.

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Pond’s Masterlist

BAKUGO

Unlovable

summary: Y/N can’t keep their mind from wandering. Everything is hitting them all at once. Their quirk is taking over their life. The vines spreading rapidly throughout their room as more and more intrusive thoughts beat at the corners of their brain. Somehow... angry boy Bakugo comes to the rescue. With Hello Kitty?

Challenge

summary: Y/N couldn’t figure out why they were always safe from Kaminari and Mineta. Of course it was a good thing, but you never understood what it was. When asked, they make a comment they should’ve.

Crushes

summary: Y/N has a crush and she refuses to tell Bakugo. He doesn’t want to give up. But first they need to make breakfast.

SHINSO

Bittersweet Trickster M.LIST

summary: y/n is out late after a night out with some friends. Shinso hasn’t been able to sleep correctly in his entire life. this is the story of how they met on the 3am train on the way home after exhausting nights. how they found solitude in each other. how they found out the secrets between them. and whether or not they’re able to put all their problems behind them. not your average Hallmark movie.

AKAASHI

Fading Love

summary: Y/N has been with Kuroo for years. Their love has been the one thing that got Y/N by, but it isn’t what it used to be. Loving him started to feel so empty... But Y/N couldn’t deny the feelings that were bubbling between them and Akaashi.

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Crushes ~{Bakugo}~

*NOT MY ART*

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Stop acting so childish. Do you realize how pathetic you look right now? Seriously. It’s pathetic. He was never going to be yours to begin with, so why are you so upset? You knew that he would never love you back. Why would he? And when did you become so pitiful? You used to be so strong, so independent. All you are now is worthless. No meaning. No purpose. Nothing. All you are is a mistake. All you do is mess up and let people down. Look at you. Look in the mirror. You’re hideous. Everyone thinks so. Look. Look at yourself. LOOK.

“Wake up, loser,” Bakugo huffed, nudging your face lightly with his knuckles. You made a small hmph sound, pressing your cheek onto his hand. The explosive boy blushed at the motion, staring down at your sleeping figure. His heart broke at the level of tension that was showing on your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your mouth was contorted into a pained frown.

“Y/N?” Bakugo said, this time a lot softer. He hoped that no one would wake up and find the two of you. He doubted it, the two of you woke up hours before anyone else. Knowing this, Bakugo squatted beside the couch, his hand turning to caress your face instead.

Your eyes opened slightly, the tears that had formed behind your lids were finally exposed. Bakugo felt his stomach turn at the sight of your tears. He was never good with comforting people, but in his head he knew that he’d do anything to make you smile again.

“Hey there,” he said sweetly, brushing his thumb against your cheek. You weren’t sure you were awake. He’s never acted this way with you before, “Why’re you crying?”

“I uh-” you couldn’t think. Not with the way his vermillion eyes kindly bore into yours, “I had a bad dream.”

“Wanna talk about it?” he removed his hand from your face, opting to sit on the floor with his back against the couch.

“It’s really nothing,” you said in an attempt to be nonchalant. Bakugo scoffed, dropping his head back onto the couch to look at you.

“You know you can’t lie to me,” he said with a chuckle. You wanted to photograph him at this moment. The way his neck extended backwards had you swooning.

“I know,” you sighed, tearing your eyes away from temptation, “I just don’t think this is something I can talk to you about. This is more Jirou, Mina, or Kaminari’s area.”

“Why is Dunce-face included but I’m not?”

“Denki gives better relationship advice,” you shrug, “Surprising since he’ll never be in one.”

Bakugo snorted at your comment, but then it was like something connected in his mind, “Relationship advice? You’re in a relationship?”

You laughed, “No I’m not in a relationship, Bakugo. I just like someone, that’s all.”

You almost hit yourself in that moment. Despite how badly you did not want to talk about this with Bakugo, you always end up telling him the truth. It’s like you’re physically incapable of keeping things from him. However, you had kept this one secret for four years.

“Who are they?”

“I can’t tell you that,” you said mysteriously, pressing a finger to your lips, “It’s a secret.”

“It’s Shitty Hair, isn’t it?” Bakugo scoffed as he crossed his arms, “I knew there was something going on between the two of you. After that night he helped you cook dinner. It’s so obvious.”

You stared at the boy for a moment before bursting out laughing, “No it’s not Kiri!”

“You even gave him a nickname!” Bakugo argued stubbornly.

“I’m telling you that you’re wrong!”

“Shut up, you know I’m never wrong.”

You rolled your eyes, “Guess there’s a first for everything because it’s not Kirishimia.”

“Then tell me who it is!”

“No!” you laughed loudly, enjoying how frustrated the blonde boy was getting.

“I won’t believe you that it’s not Shitty Hair until you tell me who it is!”

“That’s so petty of you,” you tsk, shaking your head in shame. Bakugo glared at you, annoyed with how much entertainment you were getting out of this situation.

“What will make you tell me?”

You tapped your finger on your chin a few times, indicating that you were “thinking about it”. But then you just shrugged and said, “I guess nothing. Because I won’t tell you.”

Bakugo huffed childishly as he stood up, “Fine, keep it to yourself then. Let’s just go make breakfast already.”

You watched as he walked away, his steps comically wide. As if he wants the whole world to know that he was upset. All you could do was shake your head at his childishness and follow him to the kitchen.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked gruffly, leaning against the counter. You walked over to the fridge, inspecting the ingredients. You were never good at cooking, it was mainly Bakugo. Usually he would hand you small things to cut or peel. Of course if it required a bigger knife, he was not gonna hand it over. You tried to get him to let you cut a potato when he first started teaching you to cook, but he just shut you down no matter how many times you asked.

“I don’t really know what can be made,” you finally admitted after looking around the fridge. Bakugo sighed before walking over to you. He stood behind you, looking over you into the fridge.

“What about an omelette?” he asked before resting his chin on your shoulder, “They’re really easy to learn. And you can cut things up for me.”

“Can I flip it?” you asked, turning your head slightly to the side so you could give him puppy dog eyes. Bakugo looked over at you with half-lidded eyes, an unphased expression covering his face.

“You’re cute,” he said quietly, lifting his chin to press his lips to your temple, “but absolutely not.”

Then he took you by your shoulders and moved you so he could get the ingredients. You stood there with a dazed look on your face, your fingers brushing against his kiss.

“What’s with you this morning, Bakugo?” you asked without thinking. The boy stayed crouched in front of the fridge, searching through the drawers.

“What do you mean?” he asked in a huff. He knew exactly what you meant, but he wasn’t sure how to explain it to you without sounding like a freak. Hell, he couldn’t stop thinking about it either. So much that he’s been searching in the drawer for like a solid two minutes and can’t for the life of him remember what it was that he needed out of it.

“You’ve been… different this morning?”

Bakugo paused for a moment before sighing to himself. He closed the drawer and stood up straight, turning his body towards you. The way he held himself in that moment, the level of uncertainty that poured off of him was almost overwhelming, “Does it…” he took a breath, calming himself before continuing with a much warmer tone, “Does it bother you?”

Vulnerability. That was a new shade of Bakugo.

“Not knowing why you’re doing it does,” you said to the ground as you twirled your thumbs nervously, “But the actions themself don’t bother me…”

“Do you want to know the reason?”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes before nodding.

“I’m jealous of whoever it is you like,” he said sadly, stepping closer to you, “I’m jealous of any guy that takes your attention away from me. I’m selfish in that way. You make me selfish in that way.”

“Baku-”

Bakugo stepped forward once more, standing within inches of you now. His hands reached out once more, his calloused hands holding your face as if it was the most precious thing he had ever possessed, “I treat you this way because it feels natural to me. Being with you feels natural to me. Does that reason scare you?”

“Katsuki…” you tried out, your voice impossibly small. He had your face held up to look him in eyes, but that came with a disadvantage that he didn’t calculate. When his name left your mouth that way, that sweet little whisper… his face burned into a blush. And despite removing his hands from your face to cover his own, you still were able to see the bright red burning on his cheeks, “You’re the crush.”

“Me?” he looked back towards you, his eyes widened in surprise. The blush was still evident on his face. He looked so vulnerable in that moment. That was one word that you wouldn’t ever pin to Katsuki, but right now you were witnessing a whole new side of him. He made it impossible to not love him.

“Yeah,” you said sweetly. This time it was you who caressed the other’s face. You watched as Katsuki’s eyes gleamed at the feeling of being held. You wonder how long he’s felt this lonely.

“I don’t get why,” he said softly, turning his face slightly away from your hand. You frowned before cupping his face in both of your hands this time.

“Because you’re insanely strong,” you said as you placed a kiss on his right cheek, “And incredibly smart,” this time you kissed his left cheek, “Let’s not mention how handsome you are,” his forehead.

Bakugo’s eyes dropped down to your lips as you spoke your next words, “And you make me feel safe.”

At first you were intending on pulling his face to yours and being super cute about it, but Katsuki had a different plan. Something about hearing you say you made him feel safe brought out this whole different side of him. Different from his vulnerable side. His posture straightened almost instinctively and, when you caught on to what he was doing, you dropped your hands from his face just in time. Just in time for Katsuki to tangle his fingers into your hair, tugging your head backwards and pressing his lips hungrily against yours. You tried to suppress the small whimper from leaving your mouth, but it was no use. Katsuki swallowed the sound, stepping into you and forcing your back against the wall. Your hands desperately held onto the front of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer to you. Katsuki kept the hand wrapped in your hair, and dropped his spare hand onto your waist, gripping it tightly.

After a moment the two of you were desperate for air and pulled apart. Katsuki kept his forehead against yours, a loving gesture. For a while the two of you just stared at each other, completely taken with one another. Katsuki smiled gently before removing your hair and holding your chin between his thumb and index finger, pressing a sweeter kiss on your lips this time.

“Well this is new…”

Bakugo turned around to face the voice, keeping your body sheltered from whoever it might be, “Go away.”

You slid to the side, catching the eyes of Kirishima who stood at the kitchen doors. When he saw that it was you, he smiled.

“Hey! You told him! Good for you!”

You winced. This wasn’t gonna be good.

“SHITTY HAIR KNEW?”

“Technically everyone knew,” Kirishima said, nonchalantly giving you up, “Heck I think even Mi-”

“GET OUT!” you shouted at the boy. He just laughed and turned around, headed back to his room. Katsuki looked down at you with a small grin, but it was borderline sadistic.

“Even who, Y/N?”

“How about we try that kissing thing again?”

“How about we make omelettes?”

“Now can I flip them?”

Katsuki chuckled, placing a sweet kiss on your lips, “We can do it together.”

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