#But here is Shinsou washing his face so everyone can wash their faces with him lol

[vampyrsutton]

ShinKami~Hypnotism/Aftercare

Summary:

More "inappropriate" quirk use.

Ao3 Tags:

Hypnotism, Aftercare, Vibrators, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dom/sub, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, Cumming on Face, Pet Names, Banter, Kinktober 2020

“So you wanna try it again, right?” Shinsou asked for what felt like the millionth time. 

It was only the third, but a certain blonde was impatient. 

“Yes, babe! Are you gonna ask twenty times everti-” Kaminari’s eyes when blank and his face slack.

“Yes. Yes, I am.” Shinsou sighed as he looked the kneeling blonde over, considering what to do with him this time. “You really need to learn some patience, you know that?”

The blonde didn’t answer, not that Shinsou expected him to, but that did give him an idea. “Catch.” He ordered, tossing Kaminari the lube who caught it without any trouble. “Prep yourself. I’m gonna get something from my room. I expect you ready when I get back.”

Kaminari mindlessly got to work, lubing his fingers and slipping one in himself with a breathy moan as he started working himself open. 

Shinsou smirked at the sight before pulling his shirt back on to go down the hall to his room, once more glad he was able to convince Aizawa to let them be on the same floor, the ever overprotective Dadzawa originally trying to put them as far from each other as possible like he did with the other class couples. 

It’s not like this stopped any of them what with Todoroki making ice slides down to Midoriya’s room , Uraraka being able to float up to Tsuyu’s, Momo just straight up making ladders, Hawks teaching Tokoyami to fly means his nest is now made of eight arms, and Kirishima deciding he can now use his quirk for scaling down to Bakugou’s. This doesn’t even include the interclass couples coming up with their own methods, so at this point Aizawa has admitted his defeat anyway since the only one his has any control over any more is Mina since her girlfriend is at the opposing school and thus not easily accessible. Everyone else though? He gave up when Mei showed up at Iida’s window with a grappling hook. 

Shinsou laughed to himself remembering that incident as he walked in his own room. Guess even the most straight-laced of teenagers have needs. ...Or he’s Iida’s dating the embodiment of chaos. Who’s to say.

Shinsou ran his hand through his messy locks as he tried to remember where he put what he came here for. Jirou had Momo make it for the two on the blonde’s birthday as a joke to see how red she could make Kaminari, but little did any of them know, Shinsou kept it. 

“Did I ever actually get around to washing that hoodie? Probably in the closet then.” Shinsou shrugged as he opened said closet and rearranged the mess of laundry that had accumulated at the bottom in an attempt to find the hoodie. He could already hear DadMic’s lecture if they ever actually did the room checks like they were supposed to. 

“Denki’s, Denki’s, Denki’s. I thought he was the hoodie boyfriend? Ah, there it is.” Shinsou smirked to himself as he pulled a black hoodie with a purple storm cloud from the depths of his closet and unwrapped the gift hidden inside. “Thanks girls.” He hummed as he held it up.

Earlier in the year for Kaminari’s, Jirou had been so devious as to gag gift them a rather sizable vibrator with the single intention of embarrassing her best friend. Shinsou still remembers the wonderful shade of red his blonde had turned as he frantically tried to ramble out a joke, but for all the inappropriate jokes he was prone to making, he was left speechless as he hid behind a laughing Shinsou. 

“Jirou~ Why?!” Kaminari had eventually whined, peeking out from behind Shinsou to glare at the laughing purple haired girl.

“Calm down, Sparky, it's just a gag gift that I asked Momo to make. Your real present is down in the commons. I just wanted to see your face.” Jirou laughed, reaching around Shinsou to ruffle the blonde’s hair. 

All this had done was earned her a pout and a round of bickering, but it was the perfect cover that Shinsou needed to hide it in the hoodie he had slung over his arm to leave then leave on his bed for later use.

Sure this had ended in it getting tossed in the closet for months, but the later use was today as Shinsou wrapped it back in the hoodie and grabbed his backpack to go back to the blonde’s room. He was going to have a little fun teaching his Denki a lesson in patience. 

When he opened Kaminari’s room, he realized he had never actually gave the blonde a command for when to cum or when to stop as he was met with the beautiful site of his little Sparkplug trembling around his own fingers with cum painting his chest and the floor in front of him as small sobs of overstimulation left his lips. 

Kaminari didn’t even glance at the door, still under Shinsou’s control as the purple haired man closed the door behind him and made his way over to crouch in front of Denki and wipe his tears. “Shhh, baby, you can stop.”

A small hiccup left Kaminari’s lips as he did as he was told, stopping with his fingers still inside. 

“You can take them out.”

He shivered as he did.

“Good boy,” Shinsou praised the blonde. “I had something for you. Remember this?”

Kaminari gave no reaction, but Shinsou could sense the blonde’s curiosity through the static as he unwrapped the hoodie and held up its contents. He had to laugh as he watched the blonde’s unchanging face turn red in embarrassment.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Shinsou hummed, picking the lube up off the floor and spreading some on the toy. “I’m gonna turn it on, and you’re gonna ride it until I tell you to stop, okay? Answer.”

Shinsou got a desperate moan in lieu of a worded response, but accepted it. “Good boy. Turning it on then.” He hummed as he turned it on before placing it in Kaminari’s hand. “Have fun, baby boy.”

Kaminari wasted no time in lining himself and sinking down on the big purple cock with a loud moan. He could only go about half way before having to come back up to try again, and something about that had Shinsou’s pants suddenly very uncomfortable. 

“Patience , baby. Don’t want to hurt yourself.” Shinsou hummed, petting soft blonde locks as the owner of said locks tried to work his way further down the vibrator even as his thighs shook. “Use more lube if you need it.” He ordered as he held it up. 

Kaminari took the bottle and applied more lube to the vibrator before crying out when it slipped in more and sat itself right against his still sensitive prostate. He trembled in sensitivity as tears gathered in his eyes, but still he persisted, almost at the base now. 

“Such a good boy. Look at you, taking it so well. See what patience gets you? Now you get to feel every single inch as it stretches you nice and wide.  Look so pretty like this.” Shinsou praises.

Kaminari lets out a small whimper and another sob as he bottoms out, trembling at the effort. 

Shinsou gives him a second to adjust before looking into his staticed gaze. “Now ride it.”

Kaminari immediately does at he’s told, once again hard cock bobbing in front of him as he bounces up and down on the vibrating toy, a mixture or moans and sobs leaving his lips.

“Good boy.” Shinsou nods as he takes his backpack over to Denki’s desk. “You can cum anytime you want, but don’t stop riding until I say. I’m gonna get some work done while my good boy patiently waits for his freedom.”

Kaminari would’ve whined in protest if he had any control of the sounds leaving him, but as e was, all he could do is ride himself towards another orgasm. 

Shinsou sat at the blonde's desk like he said, and started working through math as he listened to the beautiful sounds behind him. He could hear the blonde getting closer to orgasm, and was just finishing the problems when the blonde did. Shinsou glances back to see static filled eyes and Denki looking absolutely wrecked as he whined and sobbed in overstimulation, but continued to ride the still vibrating cock. 

“So pretty. But I think you have at least one more in you.” Shinsou hummed, taking out science and going back to seemingly ignoring the blonde even as he stroked himself under the desk.

He was right, of course, having put Kaminari through more without mind control so when he was done with his homework and heard Denki come again with a defeated sob, he walked over to wipe his tears. “Stop.” He ordered when Kaminari was bottomed out again, the blonde doing so immediately. Shinsou watched for a moment as the blonde squirmed with the vibrator sitting against his abused prostate. He stood up from his crouch to take his cock fully out of his pants and began jerking off over the blonde’s face. “When I cum, you can snap out of it.”

A small moan left Kaminari as his mouth hung open as though waiting which fuck if that wasn’t hot. Shinsou jerked himself off fast, panting hard as he neared his release. “Fuck, Denki. Shit you look so hot, fuck.” The purple haired boy rambled before cumming all over the blonde’s face and mouth with a shot. 

Kaminari came back with a whimper as he practically threw himself off the cock, kicking it away as he licked the cum off his face. “Shinsou~” He was pouting as he trembled with over stimulation. 

Shinsou was panting as he came down from his post orgasm high, but wasted no time dropping next to his boyfriend and petting his hair. “You okay?”

Kaminari leaned into the touch with a sigh and a nod. 

“Good. You did so good, baby boy. You looked so good.” Shinsou smiled as he praised the blonde, reaching over the turn off the still vibrating cock. 

“I was wondering where that thing went.” Kaminari hummed, eyeing the toy like it would attack him. “I can’t believe you kept it.”

“Seemed interesting. ...Did you like it?” Shinsou asked hesitantly. 

“Hmmm. Ask me again when I’m not over sensitive to the point the carpet is too much.” The blonde huffed, making grabby hands at his purple haired boyfriend. “Cuddles.”

“Bath first.” Shinsou argued as he grabbed a blanket off the end of the bed to mummify his boyfriend before picking the smaller boy up princess style. “Then I’ll give you all the cuddles you want.”

“...Will you sing?” Kaminari asked, giving the tired boy puppy eyes.

“You know it’s gonna be emo music.” Shinsou sighed.as he grabbed towels on his way out. 

“I just like your voice.” Kaminari hummed, snuggling into the taller boy as he was carried. 

Shinsou flushed, refusing to risk making eye contact as he struggled open the door on his way to the baths. “...Then I guess it's fine.”

“Thanks, babe.”

Shinsou just hummed as a response as he unwrapped the smaller boy and got him rinsed off before getting him in nice, hot water and climbing in behind him. 

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked after a while of sitting in the hot water, always the more anxious of the two, especially where his quirk was concerned. 

“I’m fine, Toshi. Just tired and a little sore, but good sore. I promise, babe.” Kaminari hummed, practically boneless as Shinsou massaged his limbs. “You made sure I can safe word if I needed to, and I didn’t so we’re good.”

“...if you say so.” Shinsou sighed, massaging slim shoulders now in an attempt to stay out of his head.

“Are you okay, babe?” Kaminari asked, slowly turning around in the water to drape himself across Shinsou.

“I don’t know why you always ask me?” The purple haired boy sighs, not at all pouting.

“Because you like getting stuck in that pretty head of yours and I think you get lost in your hair or something ‘cause you always end up sad for no reason.” Kaminari pouts, scratching Shinsou’s scalp like he’s scratching behind a cat’s ears. He might as well be, the reaction is about the same as Shinsou leans into it and would probably be purring if he could.

“There are reasons.” Shinsou argues.

“No good reasons. I seriously wish you would give me those kids’ names. I bet some poltergeist lights would fix their shitty attitudes.” 

“It’s fine. The headspace runs in the family.” 

“I will physically fight self-love into both you and your mother if I have to.” Kaminari decides, now clinging to Shinsou like a spider monkey. “Come on. Let’s go back to the room. We both need cuddles.”

Shinsou can’t help but laugh as he holds onto the blonde to stand up and step out of the tub. “I think my dad would help you.”

“I knew there was a reason we got along so well.” Kaminari grins as he ruffles a towel through Shinsou’s hair to feel not completely useless. 

“Pretty sure that was because he had someone to finally laugh at his god awful jokes.” Shinsou huffed as he dried himself before helping Kaminari so he could wrap them both in the oversized blanket and continue walking back to Shinsou’s room now.

“Psh! Those jokes were god tier!” Kaminari laughed as he once again spidermoneked around his boyfriend so the purple haired boy could open his door.

“God you have horrible humor. Why am I dating you again?” Shinsou scoffed as he closed his door.

“‘Cause ya love me?” Kaminari fake pouted, once again bringing out the puppy dog eyes as Shinsou fell back onto the bed so the blonde was laying on his chest.

Shinsou couldn’t hide his fond smile as he kissed the blonde’s nose. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Kaminari apparently wasn’t ready for Soft Shinsou as his face turned red and he hid in Shinsou’s chest. “Yeah- I-Uh- Good-Yeah. ...I love you too, babe.” He finally mumbled after stuttering out some nonsense. 

Shinsou rearranged them into a better cuddle position before pulling his weighted blanket over them. “Nap time?”

Kaminari cuddled as close as physically possible. “Nap time.”

They fell asleep to the sound of the other’s breathing not long after. 

#shinkami #bnha shinsou #hitoshi shinsou #denki kaminari #bnha denki #shinsou x denki #bnha #mha smut #quirkplay #kinktober #kinktober 2020

[nanaosaki3940]

Brother’s Girl & All... (Part 2)

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki X OC (slightly Touya X OC) 

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst. 

Warning: Long post, MHA manga spoiler. 

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Tokyo Ghoul. 

Synopsis: Shoto Todoroki, the 1st year heartthrob of UA, slowly started to fall in love with his kind and pretty classmate who also happens to be his ‘dead’ older brother’s girl. 

Part 1 -> Midsummer Dream 

Part 3 -> The Shape Of My Love 

A/N: I know this is an xOC fic but you can read it as a self-insert if you like.

The UA sports festival was in two weeks. It would be broadcast live on TV too. There was no doubt that those who did well had a much better chance of becoming pro heroes. We would know what events we would be participating in until the day of. But I was sure everyone had started getting ready. Time passed in the blink of an eye in the morning of the sports festival arrived.

Right now, we the students from Class 1-A were all in the Class 1-A assigned dressing room.

“Man… I wanted to wear my costume.” Ashida whined.

“To keep everything fair we can’t.” Ojiro said with a smile.

“I wonder what the first round is gonna be…” Sato muttered.

“No matter what comes we have no choice but to deal with it.” Tokoyami stated.

“Right.” Shoji nodded his head.

Then all of a sudden, someone opened the door of the room and we all turned around to find Iida at the doorway.

“Everyone, are you ready?” he asked. “We will be entering soon!”

At that moment, Todoroki walked past Iida and entered the room.  

“Midoriya…” the bi-colored hair boy called out.

“Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya asked nervously. “What is it?”

“Looking at things objectively, I think I’m stronger than you.” Todoroki stated monotonously.

“Huh?” Midoriya mumbled in confusion. “Y-Yeah…”

“But All Might has his eye on you, doesn't he?” Todoroki narrowed his eyes. “I’m not trying to pry about that. But I’m going to beat you.”

“Oh? Is the best in the class making a declaration of war?” Kaminari smirked.

“Hey hey hey! Why are you picking a fight all of a sudden? Not now, we're about to start!” Kirishima stated with a frown as he put a hand on Todoroki’s shoulder.

“We’re not here to play at being friends.” Todoroki scowled. “So what does it matter?”

After a moment of silence, Midoriya finally spoke up.

“Todoroki-kun…” Midoriya muttered. “I don’t know what you were thinking when you say you’ll beat me, but of course you're better than me. I think you are more capable than most people… looking at it objectively…”

“Midoriya, you probably shouldn't talk so negatively…” Kirishima stated nervously.

“But everyone…” Midoriya continued. “The students from the other courses are aiming for the top with everything they have got! I can’t afford to fall behind! I’ll be going for it with everything I have too!”

“Yeah.” Todoroki nodded his head before turning to look over at me. “And Osaki…”

“Hmm? Yes?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“I have seen your quirk at USJ. However, I don’t want to judge your strength or your other capabilities. I just want to say that I see you as a rival as well.” he added.

“Yeah… Well, okay.” I smirked at him. “Just so you know, I won’t hold back either as well.”

After that, we all walked out of the room and headed towards the ground. 

“Shinsou is out of bounds!” Midnight announced. “Izuku Midoriya advances to round two!!”

I let out a sigh of relief as Midoriya won the fight, but that the same time I also felt sorry for Shinsou. Then suddenly at that moment, my stomach started to ache again. I bit my bottom lip as I stood up from my seat.

“Where are you going, Nana-chan?” Uraraka asked.

“Bathroom.” I replied with a smile before walking away.

I quickly made my way down the stairs and headed towards the bathroom. I let out a groan as my stomach twisted again. I quickly walked into the bathroom and washed my face with cold water on the washbasin. I looked up and stared at my own reflection in the mirror. I noticed my eyes were changing from my normal eye color to Kakugan and then again going back to their original state.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a grunt as I again felt the pain in my stomach. I shook my head and opened my eyes again. Seeing my reflection one last time, I let out a heavy sigh and walked out of the bathroom as I thought of getting some fresh air.

As I walked down the hallway, at that moment with the help of my Ghoul quirk, I sensed someone familiar behind me. I quickly turned around to see Todoroki standing just a few inches away with his right arm reaching out towards me. Todoroki and I looked at each other for a moment as I blinked at him a few times in confusion.

"Umm... Todoroki?" I trailed off as I looked back and forth between his face and his arm. "What were you trying to do?"

Todoroki quickly pulled his arm back away from me with a heavy blush on his cheeks.

"I-I wasn't trying to do anything weird, I swear!" he stuttered out awkwardly.

"Okay... so umm... Did you need anything?" I asked in confusion.

Todoroki regained his usual composure and let out a sigh as his eyes trailed down at the ground.

"I came to apologize to you." he said in his usual quiet and solemn voice.

He refused to meet my eyes as his gaze still planted firmly into the ground.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked.

“I burned you in the cavalry battle.” he responded quietly, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. “I swore that I would never use my left side again…"

"Oh, it's alright. I'm fine now." I smiled at him. "Thanks for your concern, Todoroki, but please don't worry about me. I was able to heal myself with the help of my own Ghoul quirk..."

"I'm sure you already know that Endeavor's my father.” He added.

“Yes, I know Enji-san.” I muttered, nodding my head. “He and some of the other pro-heroes were friends with my parents. I met him many times before as well.”

“The only reason he married my mother was to create a child that would surpass All Might.” he continued as his hand reached out and touched the scar on his face. “My mom went insane because of that. She couldn't even look at me cause the more she looked at me, the more I reminded her of my father. She said my left side was unsightly because of that, so she tried to burn it off when I was only five years old."

I furrowed my eyebrows when I heard those words. Todoroki maybe didn't know this but I already knew the whole story of his family because of a certain person.

“I refused to become my father's puppet.” he growled under his breath. “I vowed that I would win this competition and surpass All Might without using his fire quirk, but I got blinded by the thought of winning and lost control of myself. I hurt you because of it. I'm sorry."

My eyes softened at his words. My heart ached at the look on his face. That sad expression of his reminded me of someone very close to me. And coincidentally that certain someone was related to Todoroki and Endeavor.

I could see the tornado of emotions behind Todoroki's expressionless face, but they were mostly negative emotions like pain, sadness, and anger. To me, it looked like he was being himself for the first time, true and genuine, as he shared about his problems with me and I appreciated this side of him.

“Todoroki…” I smiled warmly at him as I reached out and gently grabbed his hands. “Enji-san doesn't become the victor if you use your own quirks. And it's up to you if you want to use your left side or not or if you want to forgive Enji-san or not. The way I was raised and the people who were my parents, I would never understand your pain and what it feels like to be trapped by your own blood, but having the same quirk as your own father doesn't make you 'him'. Enji-san isn't you and you're not Enji-san either. You are your own person, Todoroki; completely different and unique from everyone else.”

Todoroki stared at me with wide eyes before his expression softened a bit.

“I want to apologize for my behavior earlier.” He stated politely.

“What do you mean?” I asked, removing my hands from his.

“I was rude and I misjudged you. I apologize.” he responded.

I chuckled softly, shaking my head.

“It's no problem.” I smiled.

He smiled back as he looked deep into my eyes. My gaze trailed off to the left side of his face and his turquoise eye brought me back a few bittersweet memories.

The color of your fire is bluish! It’s so pretty! I wish I had a pretty quirk like you…

Your Ukaku Kagune is really beautiful, Nana-chan… It looks like the wings of a beautiful butterfly…

Nana-chan… I love you…

I love you too, Touya-kun…

I snapped out of my daze and quickly looked away from Todoroki’s gaze with a bitter smile on my face. I regained my posture and started to walk away from the bi-colored hair boy.

“It’s my turn now…” I said. “Wish me luck Todoroki…”

“Shoto.” He muttered.

“What?” I asked in surprise as I turned around to look at him.

“Call me Shoto.” He smiled coolly at me, his hands in his pockets.

“Shoto it is then...” I smiled back and nodded my head.

And with that, I turned around and quickly walked away from the scene. 

BOOM!!

We both jumped from where we sat and quickly stood up as a huge explosion racked through the nurse's office. I looked up to find dust raining down from the ceiling.

“What was that?” I asked.

BOOM!!

“What the hell is happening out there?!” I asked.

“It must be Deku-kun and Todoroki-kun.” Uraraka said as her eyes widened in fraction. “I think their match is up now, and judging by the shaking it probably is.”

We both ran out of the nurse's office as we made our way down the long hallway and out to where the Class 1-A viewing section was.

“SMASH!!”

Another huge explosion shook the arena and my eyes widened as I saw the scene before me. Midoriya broke through Todoroki's ice attack with just a flick of his finger.

Todoroki's assault continued, forcing Midoriya to break the last finger on his right hand. However, Todoroki withstood the smash and created a tower of ice to run up and close the distance between them. Midoriya used another smash to break the ice steps apart, but Todoroki avoided it and nearly froze Midoriya at close range. In order to break the ice that was slowly freezing him, Midoriya sacrificed his entire left arm and let off a full-powered smash. Todoroki withstood the aftershock of the smash using an ice blockade.

“That’s a lot more powerful than before.” Todoroki commented, standing up. “Are you trying to tell me… to stay away?”

Midoriya simply gritted his teeth and frowned at Todoroki.

“What, you’re that beat up just from defending and running away?” Todoroki mocked. “With your arms like that you can’t fight, can you? So, let’s finish this.”

At that moment both Midoriya and I noticed that frost had formed on the right side of Todoroki's body as his arm quivered from the cold. Understanding that Midoriya had no healthy fingers left, Todoroki sent an ice attack at him that he expected to finish the match. However, Midoriya declared that he wasn't finished yet and used his already broken finger to blow Todoroki's ice away. The wind pressure was on another level as the audience was nearly blown away. Todoroki had created a wall of ice behind him to prevent from flying out of bounds. All of the fingers on Midoriya's left hand had been broken, even his entire right arm. Both the boys looked pretty beat up.

“You’re trembling, Todoroki-kun.” Midoriya spoke up, referring to Todoroki’s right arm. “Quirks are physical abilities too. There's a limit to how much cold your body can take isn't there? And isn't that something you could solve by using the heat from your left side? Everyone is fighting with everything they have got, to win and get closer to their dream, to become number one. Do you want to win with just half your strength?! You haven't put a single scratch on me yet you know! So come at me with everything you have got!”

Agitated, Todoroki rushed at Midoriya, albeit much slower than before. I noticed Todoroki's drop in mobility, assuming that it was because Todoroki's stamina was running low after wasting so much of it fighting Sero. Todoroki closed in on Midoriya, but as soon as he lifted his right foot to attack, Midoriya controlled One For All and struck Todoroki in the torso, sending him flying away.

Todoroki recovered and tried to use another ice attack, but it was much slower than the previous ones and Midoriya was able to avoid it. They both moved into closer quarters and fight in spite of their afflictions. Cementoss urged Midnight to stop the match because Midoriya was fighting too recklessly by continuing to injure his already broken fingers with more smashes knowing that Recovery Girl would heal him. But my old man Aizawa retorted that Midoriya wasn't fighting recklessly, he was simply doing everything he could to win the match within his current skill level.

As Midoriya dashed at Todoroki, the latter attempted to freeze him. Without any fingers left to use, Midoriya pulled back his thumb using his cheek in order to release another smash to blast Todoroki away. Todoroki asked again why Midoriya was putting himself through so much pain, to which his opponent replies was because he had prepared to do whatever it took to become a hero. After headbutting Todoroki, Midoriya again challenged him to use his full strength, telling him to stop screwing around because even if he wanted to reject his father, Todoroki didn't have the right to be the best if he wasn’t prepared to do his best. And with that, Midoriya capitalized and struck Todoroki with another controlled One For All smash, declaring that he would surpass him.

Anger flashed in Todoroki's eyes, but suddenly he froze on his spot for a moment. He then slowly turned his head around and looked at me. His heterochromatic eyes bore into my brownish amber ones before he flashed out a small genuine smile at me, making my eyes go wide open in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Todoroki chuckled as he looked back at Midoriya. “But I understand now..."

“H-Huh?” Midoriya asked in confusion.

“Nana told me that I’m my own person, different and unique from everyone else.” Todoroki said. “I think I understand what she meant now.”

With that steam started to come off Todoroki's body as the frost on his right side slowly melted away. A small flicker of flame near his left eye gave way to a burst of immense heat as his left side was completely engulfed in his own crimson flames.

"SHOTO!!!" Endeavor yelled out from the viewers' gallery with a huge angry grin on his face. "Have you finally accepted yourself?! With my blood, you'll surpass me!! You'll fulfill my desire!!"

"What the hell is wrong with him?" I deadpanned.

"Endeavor is cheering for his son..." Mic commented, sweat-dropping while the audience stared at the No. 2 pro hero with confusion for his sudden outburst. "Such a doting father..."

Midoriya grinned at the Todoroki boy for the bi-colored hair boy finally using his own flames and unleashing his full potential in the battle.

"Why are you smiling?" Todoroki asked, making Midoriya drop his smile for a moment. "You're hopeless with those injuries. Don't blame me for what happens next..."

With that Todoroki unleashed both his ice and firepower from both sides of his body while Midoriya smiled again as he reeled his fist back and red veins of energy crawled up his arm. Both the boys powered up in preparation for one final clash. Right on cue, Todoroki sent a large wave of ice at Midoriya while the green-haired boy lunged forward by using One For All in his legs, his body glowed with power. The air got hotter as enormous flames danced around Todoroki's left side, the heat and pressure in the air making everyone flinch back.

We saw Cementoss stand up, placing his hands on the ground to try to stop their attacks from colliding head-on. As Midoriya flew towards Todoroki, he prepared a full power smash in his healthy arm and Todoroki counterattacked with a powerful fire blast, thanking his opponent as he did so. Even though Cementoss built a wall between them, Midoriya's wind pressure and Todoroki's fire create an enormous fiery explosion of unimaginable proportions that destroyed the entire fighting ring.

The sound of the explosion was deafening as the air that was previously freezing cold became so hot and dry that my lungs and windpipe almost burned. The smell of smoke overpowered my senses as gusts of wind forced me back. When the shaking finally ceased, the stage was so clouded with dust and smoke we couldn't see a thing. When the smoke cleared out, we all gasped in surprise as we spotted Midoriya who was unconscious, slumped against the wall of the arena. Todoroki was breathing heavily, standing among the wreckage as the left half of his shirt had been burned off and exposed his well-toned torso.

“Midoriya is out of bounds!” Midnight announced. “Todoroki advances to the semi-finals!”

After getting over the initial shock the audience broke out into cheers. 

“There you have it, ladies and gentlemen! Our final two are taking the stage!” Mic yelled out. “These two need no introduction by now but I'm going to do it anyway! It's comrade against comrade as the two rising stars of Class 1-A go head to head! Our final match is Katsuki Bakugo VS Shoto Todoroki!”

The audience went crazy as the boys walked up the steps to the main stage.

“Who do you think is gonna place first, guys?” Uraraka asked.

“With Kacchan's injuries and Todoroki using his fire now, I'd say it's Todoroki's match to win.” Midoriya said.

“I feel extremely guilty for hurting him like that.” I mumbled in sorrow. “I’m the worst.”

“Please don’t blame yourself, Nana-san.” Yaoyorozu smiled at me. “You didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Momo’s right, Nana.” Ashido patted my shoulder while others tried to comfort me as well.

“I still can't believe you cried for that asshole after your match.” Jiro stated. “With all that shit he was talking, I'm surprised you didn’t kill him.”

“Well, I did literally try to kill him though.” I muttered sadly.

“You're too nice, Nana-chan.” Tsu commented.

“START!!!”

Todoroki wasted no time attacking, placing his right hand on the ground and forcing a giant glacier of ice called Heaven-Piercing Ice Wall to spring up from the pavement.

“Dammit!!” Bakugo yelled as the ice-encased him completely.

“Todoroki gets a hit in right away! Is he trying to escape close combat with Bakugo? Perhaps the winner has been decided already!” Mic commentated.

A low rumbling sounded out through the arena as the ground shook periodically.

“That's Bakugo, no doubt.” Kirishima deadpanned.

Bakugo burst through the wall of ice with a battle cry, melting the ice around him.

“He burrowed through the ice like some kind of mole creature.” Kaminari gasped.

Bakugo dashed forward before grabbing Todoroki's left shoulder and throwing him into the air.

“ARE YOU UNDERESTIMATING ME, YOU HALF AND HALF BASTARD?! IDIOT!!”

Todoroki quickly jumped in mid-air while creating a wall of ice to keep him from going out of bounds and sliding along it. Bakugo clicked his tongue and went in for another close-ranged attack, but Todoroki was too fast. He grabbed onto Bakugo with his left hand, about to ignite his arm when suddenly a familiar deep voice yelled out.

“Use your left side!! Use it, Shoto!!” Endeavor yelled out from the stands.

Todoroki then suddenly froze on his spot after hearing his father’s voice and words. He then cooled down his body and threw Bakugo to the other side of the arena.

“What the fuck was that?!” Bakugo snarled. “Quit screwing around. I thought you were all fire and flames now, you half and half bastard!! What happened to all that sloppy crap earlier about making yourself 'your own person', huh?! Am I not strong enough to make you use it?!”

I bit my bottom lip before my gaze trailed off to Endeavor who was watching the fight with a sadistic look on his face.

“You bastard!! I want an indisputable first place, you got it?!” Bakugo yelled. “Winning means nothing if I just beat scum that underestimates me. There's no point if I can't get higher than that stupid Deku!!”

I noticed that frost started to creep up Todoroki's arm. At that moment, I yelled out from my seat.

“Shoto!!” I yelled. “Don’t give up!!”

Todoroki’s eyes widened in fraction as he gazed in my direction. I saw Todoroki grit his teeth as steam came up off his body and melted the frost away. His left side erupted into flames making Bakugo smirk at him.

“All it took was your fucking little cheerleader, huh?!” Bakugo snarled.

He then jumped into the air and created continuous explosions around him to propel himself into a circular motion, encasing himself in a twister-like wind. Todoroki immediately started to build up powerful flames on his left arm for a large-scale attack. Then suddenly out of nowhere, Todoroki froze on his spot before slowly closing his eyes and his left arm fell to his side, extinguishing his flames. My eyes went wide open in shock as I let out a loud gasp. And right on cue, Bakugo unleashed his attack.

“HOWITZER IMPACT!!!” Bakugo growled.

With that Bakugo’s explosion blasted the entire stadium with a huge explosion and the impact destroyed Todoroki's ice which sent him flying out of bounds.

“He added rotation and speed to the huge blast we saw in his fight with Uraraka!” Mic yelled. “He was like a human projectile! It looks like Todoroki ended up not using the fire attack we saw in his fight with Midoriya though!”

Bakugo's eyes widened in shock.

“You… You put out your flames!!” He growled in anger.

Todoroki was out cold as his body limped against the wall of the arena.

“Stop screwing around!!” Bakugo screamed.

He ran to Todoroki's unconscious body and lifted him by the collar of his shirt.

“Stop screwing around!!” Bakugo screamed again in anger and frustration. “To get a first-place like this?! You bastard!! I'll kill you!!”

Midnight quickly dashed towards the boys while I stood up from my seat and flew at the spot. Midnight quickly activated her quirk and a pink mist crept up behind Bakugo and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fainted after inhaling it. I quickly made my way towards them and carefully lifted Todoroki in my arms.

“Is Todoroki okay, Nana-kun?” Midnight asked.

“He's unconscious and has a few bones broken, but he'll be okay.” I responded.

Midnight nodded her head before she snapped her whip and looked back at the audience.

“Todoroki is out of bounds and incapacitated!” she announced. “The winner of the UA Sports Festival is Katsuki Bakugo!”

Right now at this moment, I was with Todoroki in Recovery Girl’s office room. He was sitting on his hospital bed while Recovery Girl and I treated his injuries.

“I'm sorry…” Todoroki mumbled.

“For what?” I chuckled.

“Even after you advised me to move past my grudges, I still couldn't bring myself to use my flames in the final fight…” he said, frowning. “I still have a lot to think about. When I heard my father ordered me to use my flames, I just couldn't do it. Every fiber in my body told me to go against him and I did what I felt. The hatred is still in me. I realized then that the only reason I used my flames in my fight with Midoriya was that at that moment, I forgot about my dad and everything he has done…”

“You’ll be okay, Shoto.” I smiled at him. “I know it’ll take time to recover from your past and all. But trust me, one day, all these negative emotions of yours will go away. Just move forward at your own pace.”

Todoroki remained silent for a while before speaking up again.

“I want to see my mother again.” he muttered.

“I see…” I smiled warmly at him. "You should go then..."

“Really?” he asked. “Well, I’m still not sure though… I thought she wouldn't want to see me…”

“Nah…” I chuckled. “It's been years now, Shoto. She probably misses you too. I bet she’ll be very happy if you visit her…”

Recovery Girl wrapped the last bandage around his arm before flashing out a smile.

“All done.” She said. “You two should better get going or you'll be late for the awards ceremony.”

“You’re right.” I jumped up from my seat. “Thank you for everything, Recovery Girl. We have to go now.”

I looked back at Todoroki and smiled.

“Let’s go.” I said, grabbing his wrist.

“Yeah.” He smiled back as we jogged out of the room. 

After Manual, Gran Torino, and the Police Chief bade their farewells, it was now me and the boys in the hospital room. My eyes drifted down to Iida's arm, hand bandaged and bicep covered in a cast.

“Are your injuries healing up okay?” I asked as Shoto and I sat on chairs at one side of Iida’s bed while Midoriya sat on the other side.

“I'll be fine.” he said. “The doctor said there was a bit of permanent damage to my hand.”

“Permanent damage?” Midoriya gasped.

“There was damage to my brachial plexus.” Iida began to explain. “But it just means that I will have trouble moving my hand and fingers and experience some numbness. Apparently, there is a possibility that it can be healed with nerve transplant surgery.”

Iida went quiet for a moment before speaking up.

“When I found the Hero Killer I stopped being able to think. The first thing I should have done was tell Manual. But I forgot myself in my anger. Being taken in by the hatred before you and trying to fulfill your own desires... that is the furthest from what a hero should be... I hate him but he spoke the truth. That's why until I become a true hero I think I want to leave my left hand as it is…”

Iida then turned to look at me.

“And thank you, Nana, for saving our lives.” He smiled.

“It was nothing really.” I chuckled awkwardly.

“Iida-kun, let’s become stronger together…” Midoriya said with determination.

“Yeah.” Iida nodded his head in response.

“I feel… kind of bad.” Shoto mumbled while Midoriya, Iida, and I looked at him with confused expressions.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “About what?”

“I feel if I get involved, other people mess up their hands...” Shoto replied, looking down at his own hands with all seriousness. “Is it… a curse?”

And then there was this silence for a moment before Midoriya, Iida, and I broke into a fit of laughter.

“PFFT… HAHAHAHA!!!”

“Todoroki-kun, I didn't know you could make jokes.” Midoriya laughed.

“It wasn't a joke.” Shoto responded. “I'm like ‘The Hand Crusher’ or something.”

“THE HAND CRUSHER?!?!”

We laughed again even more hysterically than before. After our laughter died down a bit, Midoriya again spoke up.

“Hey, Nana-chan…” Midoriya spoke up.

“Hmm?” I looked at him with a smile.

“Last night, I noticed you were talking to Endeavor with a sense of familiarity. Do you both know each other that long?” Midoriya asked.

“Yeah, I never got the chance to ask you that.” Shoto added. “How long have you known my father?”

“It’s a long story.” I sighed with a small smile. “Wanna hear it?”

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna share it.” Iida muttered.

“No, it’s okay.” I shook my head.

I took a deep breath and started to tell my story.

“Enji-san was one of my parents’ closest friends. Mom and Dad knew him during their high school days. I met Enji-san, All Might, Midnight, and Present Mic for the first time when I was only four years old at one of the Osaki family’s house parties. At that party, Enji-san brought two more guests with him. They were Shoto’s older siblings, Touya and Fuyumi-san.” I stated.

Shoto’s breath hitched as he looked at me with wide eyes.

“Touya and I instantly clicked and became very good friends. Enji-san then later proposed to my parents a quirk marriage between me and Touya but my parents instantly rejected his offer. My parents were against this whole quirk marriage thing. They hated it. Enji-san was very displeased at their decision and kept on asking my parents to think about the matter over and over again. My Dad then stated that ever in the future, when Touya and I would grow up and become adults, if we ever fall in love with each other and decide to be together, then and only then my parents would think about this marriage. From that day onward, many playdates were arranged for me and Touya by Enji-san in order to get us even closer. Slowly Touya and I became really close and then eventually we fell in love. I know we both were too young to fall in love back then but we just did.” I went on.

“Then what happened?” Midoriya asked as the boys listened to my story intently.

“Then a few years later my parents were killed in a villain attack at I-Island as you all know and a few months later after that incident, Touya passed away in a terrible accident.” I added.

There was a moment of silence before Shoto spoke up.

“Are you still in love with Touya Nii-san?” Shoto asked.

I chuckled and looked out at the sky through the window.

“Now that you asked… I think, right now, if Touya suddenly appears and stands in front of me, I’ll definitely jump into his arms like a typical shoujo manga heroine and tell him how much I missed him, how much I felt lonely without him. So yeah… Maybe I still love him…” I smiled softly.

Nana-chan… I love you…

I love you too, Touya-kun…

Later that evening, Shoto and I bade our farewells to Midoriya and Iida before we started to head back to the place where we were staying at. As we both quietly walked down the path, I noticed him in deep thought.

“Something on your mind, Shoto?” I asked.

He slowly nodded his head in response.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’m thinking about Touya Nii-san.” Shoto responded quietly. “I was never allowed to play with my siblings. We were always kept separate from each other. We never really talked or ate together. When I was five years old, that horrible incident happened. I remember Natsuo-Nii saying at first that Touya Nii-san had gone missing. My sister Fuyumi-Nee was crying uncontrollably all day. My Mom was hospitalized at that time and her condition got even worse after learning about Touya Nii-san's situation. Natsuo-Nii then later said to me that Touya-Nii died in a forest fire accident. Natsuo-Nii never told me the full story, but what he did tell me was that my father had done something unforgivable. In his mind, Dad killed Touya Nii-san.”

“I'm sorry.” I mumbled.

“Don't be.” he said. “The only one to blame is my old man. And if you’re still feeling sorry then I should feel sorry as well because you lost Touya Nii-san too.”

After few moments of silence, Shoto again spoke up.

“Nana…” he muttered.

“Hmm?” I looked over at him.

His heterochromatic eyes met my brownish amber ones and I noticed him slightly blushing.

“I know that Touya Nii-san isn’t here with us anymore, but if you ever feel lonely again…” Shoto stated shyly. “Just so you know that I’m always here for you, Nana.”

My eyes widened at his words before I let out a warm smile at him.

“Okay… Thank you, Shoto.” 

"We confirmed that two of the villains' targets are Nana-chan and Kacchan." Midoriya stated.

"Nana and Bakugo?" Tokoyami asked. "Are they trying to kill them? Why?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I think the camp is the safest place since Aizawa sensei and Vlad King sensei are there." Midoriya responded.

"I see. So now our mission is to escort Nana and Bakugo there, huh?" Tokoyami asked.

"We don't know how many villains are there. You might come across one suddenly." Shoto stated.

"We can use Nana's sensing ability. And we have Todoroki's freezing and if Tokoyami is okay with it, an invincible Dark Shadow with built-in controls..." Midoriya muttered with all seriousness. "Honestly, with this group, we could probably even go up against All Might!"

"What's with you guys?!" Bakugo suddenly yelled out who had been listening to everything in quiet for a while now.

"Nana, Bakugo, you guys walk in the middle." Shoto instructed.

"Don't protect me, you scum!" Bakugo growled, gritting his teeth.

"Let's go!" Midoriya announced out loud.

"Don't ignore me!" Bakugo yelled again.

"Make sure you keep up." Shoto stated, completely ignoring the angry explosive blonde.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Bakugo huffed.

“Katsuki... just shut it for a second.” I sighed as he and I walked into the middle of the group.

As we walked through the forest, we heard some shouting from nearby.

“It sounds like Ochaco and Tsuyu.” I frowned as the boys and I went over to the source of the sound.

When we reached there, we noticed that Uraraka and Tsu were fighting with a female villain with blonde hair who was carrying big syringes in her hands. But as soon as she saw us, she quickly ran away.

“Ochaco, Tsuyu!” I called out.

“Who was that woman?” Shoto asked.

“A villain, a crazy one.” Tsu replied before looking at me. “We heard Bakugo and you’re being their targets. Why?”

“I don't know.” I replied. “But the boys here are protecting us.”

“Us? But where’s Bakugo-kun?” Uraraka asked.

“What do you mean? Kacchan's right over th-”

Midoriya cut himself off as he turned around to find that Bakugo was gone.

“Tokoyami is gone too!” I gasped in shock.

“An attack from behind?!” Shoto asked.

“The boy you are talking about...” an unknown voice spoke up. “I took him with my magic...”

We looked up to see a masked figure in a yellow trench coat and a top hat perched atop one of the high branches.

“This talent isn't someone who should be on the hero side.” The man stated as he showed a blue marble in between his fingers. “We will take him to a stage where he can shine more.”

“Give him back!!” Midoriya scowled at him.

“Give him back?” the man chuckled. “That's a strange thing to say. Bakugo-kun doesn't belong to anyone. He is his own person, you egoist.”

“Give him back!” Midoriya yelled again.

“Move!” Shoto said before he shot his ice at that man.

But the man quickly dodged the attack. I then shot a ball of compressed gravity at him but he dodged my attack as well.

“We simply want to show him that the path he is on now with its fanatical values is not the only path he can take.” The man stated as he started to float high up in the sky. “Kids these days are made to choose their parts based on their values.”

“To go out of your way to talk to us... You are underestimating us!” I frowned at him.

“I was originally an entertainer you know. It's a bad habit of mine.” He laughed as he now showed us two blue marbles in between his fingers. “Taking Tokoyami-kun was an improvisation on my part. And also… You’re our target as well, Nana Osaki-kun. Come on, join us.”

“Never!” I growled.

Then all of a sudden my body was enveloped in bright blue light. I gasped in surprise as I felt my body was lifted off of the ground before I started to float towards him. I tried to move on my own but it wasn’t working. It felt as if I was trapped in a cage.

“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed.

“NANA!!”

Shoto and Uraraka reached out to grab me but failed as the masked man grabbed my wrist tightly before slinging me over his shoulder.

“You bastard!!” Midoriya screamed out. “Give them back!!”

Shoto quickly used his Heaven-Piercing Ice Wall at my abductor but he again skilfully dodged the attack.

“Sorry, tricks and running away are my only redeeming features!” the man laughed, tightening his grip around my waist. “There is no way I would fight students who are hero candidates. Vanguard action squad! Targets successfully collected!”

With that, he flew off with me, Bakugo and Tokoyami. I stayed calm as the man flew through the air while he fastened his grip on my waist. I still couldn't move my own body as the blue light was still radiating off of me.

“Who are you?” I asked him, narrowing my eyes. “And who are you working for?”

“You’ll find out that soon, Nana-kun.” The man smirked.

“How do you know my name?” I asked.

But before he could say anything, I heard my name being yelled out from a distance.

“NANA!!”

“NANA-CHAN!!”

The man and I looked over to see Midoriya, Shoto, and Shoji flying high up in the air and were heading towards our direction.

“Guys?!” I gasped in surprise.

“What the?!” the man frowned.

And right on cue, the boys crashed against us making us all fall out of the sky.  

“AAAHHH!!!”

I quickly shut my eyes tight as we hurdled towards the ground and I prepared myself for a painful landing. The boys tackled the man out of the air and we all ended up landing directly on an open space in the middle of the forest.

CRASH!!!

“AAHH!!”

I yelped out in pain as I landed directly on my back.

“Oi, oi, oi!!” an unknown voice called out. “I know those brats!! Who are they?!”

“Nana-chan!” Midoriya exclaimed in concern as he and Shoji stood up from the ground.

“Nana!!” Shoto called out frantically as he quickly jumped off from that man’s back and pulled me away from him. “Are you okay?!”

“Y-Yeah…” I mumbled, feeling the sharp pain in my back. “But my back hurts a bit…”

“Oh, look! It’s Nana-chan!!” a familiar voice giggled out.

Shoto set me down and he, Midoriya, and Shoji moved to block me from the villains as they shielded me with their bodies protectively. We turned around to see that the crazy blonde girl from earlier was standing far away from us with two male villains. One male villain was wearing a black and white bodysuit that covered his face. He was one who spoke up earlier just a few minutes ago. The man’s voice and body language seemed to change completely from sentence to sentence. He also kind of reminded me of Deadpool from Marvel Comics.

And the other male villain had spiky raven locks, a pair of turquoise eyes, and had patches of gnarled, wrinkled, purple skin that cover much of his lower face and neck, all the way down past his collarbone, below his eyes and on his arms. These appeared to be attached to the rest of his skin by multiple, crude surgical staples or hoop piercings.

I noticed that the ravenette villain was staring at me and when my brownish amber eyes met his turquoise ones, I couldn’t help but feel like I had seen him somewhere before. His face softened a bit when he saw me staring back at him.

“Nana-chan! You should run away right now!” Midoriya stated.

“Don't leave yet!~” the girl chirped, swinging her syringe at us.

The boys and I quickly leaped back out of the way before she could stick us with her syringe.

“Both your Kagune are so pretty! Stay with us, Nana-chan!~” she giggled.

“We cannot allow you to leave with one of our targets!” Deadpool 2.0 said as he aimed a high kick at Shoto.

Shoto barely dodged it and jumped back as Deadpool 2.0 threw a series of punches at him. The villain then attacked Shoto as Shoto attacked back with his ice quirk while the blonde girl tackled Midoriya to the ground. I quickly dashed forwards and swatted the girl away like a mosquito from Midoriya with my Rinkaku Kaugune before she could hurt him. I noticed the villain with yellow trench coat reverted to his normal form as he went over and stood beside the ravenette villain who was still staring at me.

“Shoji!” I called. “You still have Katsuki and Tokoyami, right?”

“I got them.” Shoji said as he opened his palm revealing the two blue marbles from before.

“Good job, Shoji.” Shoto said.

“Nana-chan, this is your chance.” Midoriya said. “You should run away.”

“I can’t leave you guys.” I frowned.

“You're one of their main targets, Nana. You need to get somewhere safe.” Shoji said.

“That’s why I’m staying.” I responded before going back to my fighting stance. “If I go back to camp, I'll lead them to the other students. I can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me.”

At that moment three dark purple masses appeared in the air which was actually Kurogiri’s portal. The crazy blonde girl and Deadpool 2.0 quickly said their farewells to us before diving into the portal and escaping away.

“We can’t leave without Bakugo and Nana Osaki.” The ravenette villain spoke up, frowning at his companion.

“That’s fine, we can go.” The yellow trench coat guy chuckled.

“Huh?”

The yellow trench coat guy laughed before looking over at us with a smirk as he took off his mask.

“Foolish children!” he smirked. “Haven't you ever seen a magic show? When the performer shows something off, it means they're hiding something they don't want you to see.”

As the mask completely came off he opened his mouth and revealed two blue marbles placed on top of his tongue. I could see Bakugo and Tokoyami trapped inside each one. The man then snapped his finger and the marbles in Shoji’s hands revealed it to be Shoto’s ice pieces.

“Katsuki! Tokoyami!” I exclaimed in shock.

“Kacchan!!” Midoriya yelled.

“Compress, Dabi, retreat immediately.” Kurogiri suddenly spoke up. “Leave Nana Osaki for now. Just get the angry blonde one back to Tomura Shigaraki.”

“What?! No!!” Midoriya exclaimed as we all desperately dashed forward to catch them.

“Sure.” The yellow trench coat villain name Compress chuckled as he and the ravenette villain named Dabi stepped into the portal. “That ice attack was the perfect chance to prepare a few decoys. I put them in my right pocket for later. Upon noticing objects in my right hand inter my right pocket you would naturally be excited enough to give chase. And this is where I leave you... ACK!!”

But then Compress was suddenly cut off when Aoyama attacked the villain with his laser beam quirk from behind the bushes far away and the marbles flew out of the villain’s mouth. Shoji quickly dashed forward and caught one marble. As I was about to reach out and catch the other one, suddenly the ravenette villain called Dabi grabbed my wrist tightly with his left hand while he grabbed the marble with his right one. I gasped out in surprise and looked up at him as his turquoise eyes bored into my brownish amber ones.

“NANA, NO!!” Shoto yelled, running towards me.

“Hello there.~” Dabi flashed out a sexy smirk. “It's been a while, hasn’t it Babydoll? I missed you so much.~”

“Huh? What?” I frowned deeply at him.

“What, you don't recognize me?” he asked, still smirking. "Ouch, now I'm hurt, Babydoll."

I looked deeply into his turquoise eyes and for some reason, I sensed some sort of familiar aura emitting from him.

Nana-chan… I love you…

I love you too, Touya-kun…

“Touya?” I whispered out in bewilderment, my eyes widened in fraction.

“Release them.” Dabi said to Compress as he threw the marble at him.

I then quickly snapped out of my daze and tried to break free from his grasp, but failed. I yelped in pain as he twisted my hand behind my back and slung his free arm around my waist while my back pressed against his broad muscular chest.

“I’m taking you with me, Nana Osaki.” Dabi whispered smugly into my ears, his hot breath sent a chill down my spine. “This time, I’m not letting you go away so easily… Like I did last time...”

What?

Last time?

What the hell is he blabbering about?!

Compress then snapped his fingers and it was revealed that the one Shoji caught was Tokoyami and the one Dabi caught was Bakugo. Compress quickly wrapped his hand around Bakugo's neck, making the angry blonde unable to move.

“Nana-chan!! Kacchan!!” Midoriya yelled out.

“Stay back… Deku…” Bakugo groaned out in pain.

“Dabi, Compress, let’s go.” Kurogiri called out again.

“NANA!!” Shoto called out as he used his ice to blast himself forward.

“SHOTO!!” I yelled back, trying to get away from Dabi.

But at that moment Kurogiri’s portal was already closing. It was already too late.

“How sad for you, Shoto Todoroki.” Dabi smirked at Shoto. “Can’t able to save your loved one… But don't worry though… I'll take good care of my Babydoll...”

And with that, Kurogiri's portal closed completely as darkness consumed me before I lost my consciousness. 

After visiting All Might at the hospital, Bakugo and I were sent to the police station for some inquiry on the League of Villains. After all, we were the ones who were being kidnapped by them. Kaneki, Shoto, Midoriya, Iida, Kirishima, and Yaoyorozu were also present at the police station for some inquiry as well for they were part of their ‘Nana-Kacchan’ rescue mission.

When my inquiry session was over and I was allowed to go home, I noticed Shoto standing outside the police station, leaning against a pillar.

“Shoto?” I called out, walking up to him.

He turned around to look at me and pushed himself off the pillar.

“Hey.” Shoto smiled at me.

“What’re you doing here?” I asked. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Everyone went back home.” he replied. “I was actually waiting for you.”

“What is it?” I asked.

Shoto looked away from me, frowning.

“Nana, I'm sorry.” He muttered.

My eyes widened in surprise at his words.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

He clenched his fists at his sides as he tried to bring himself to look at me, but he just couldn't do it.

“Back at the camp when you and Bakugo were taken away by the villains…” he stated. “I failed to protect you both… I failed to save you, Nana…”

My chest tightened as I heard the pain in his voice. It was obvious that he blamed himself for what happened. It hurt me to see him like this. It wasn’t Shoto’s fault after all. He did everything in his capabilities to protect me and Bakugo.

I reached out my hands and cupped his cheeks, turning his face to look at me. He slightly flinched at first but later relaxed at my touch. My brownish amber eyes bored into his heterochromatic eyes.

“Shoto…” I smiled softly at him. “It’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. You did everything in your capability to keep me and Katsuki safe and sound. And besides, I'm here now, safe because of you. You later came to save me and Katsuki in the end with the help of the others and that's more than enough for me… Thank you, Shoto…”

I leaned in slightly, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek. Shoto's face exploded into a deep blush as his eyes widened in surprise. I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his cute expression.

“Sorry about that…” I smiled sheepishly at him, a slight blush on my cheeks as well.

Shoto cleared his throat and quickly looked away from me, still blushing furiously.

“N-No… it’s fine…” he mumbled.

He then gently grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.

“Let me walk you home.” Shoto said with a small gentle smile.

“Okay.” I smiled back, nodding my head. 

After passing the first round of the Provisional License Exam, my friends and I quickly walked back to the waiting room where we found Shoto already there, sitting on a bench all by himself.

“Hey, Shoto.” I smiled, walking up to him.

Shoto looked up and smiled back.

“Hey, Nana.” He said. “Looks like you passed as well. Congratulations.”

“Same goes to you.” I chuckled as I took a seat beside him.

I leaned back on the wall behind me and sighed before closing my eyes.

“You know… you could’ve teamed up with us in the first round…” I muttered.

“That would’ve only slowed me down, Nana…” Shoto replied, looking down at his hands with a serious look on his face. “This is one of the most important moments in my heroic career. So I had to focus. I didn’t want to get distracted. I couldn't afford to mess this up at any cost.”

“You’re wrong, Shoto.” I sighed, opening my eyes again. “Teamwork is always very important, especially in situations like this… You’ll understand one day…”

I then stood up from my seat and started to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Shoto asked.

“To buy myself a drink.” I said, looking back. “Want some?”

Shoto simply shook his head as a no. I then again turned around and made my way towards a vending machine that sat in the corner of the room.

“Well, if it isn’t the princess who passed the first round in one go…”

I turned at the familiar flirtatious voice to see Shindo smirking down at me, leaning casually against the wall.

“Don't call me that.” I huffed before buying myself an orange drink. “Anyways, you have no room to talk. Someone got a little too excited and destroyed an entire quarter of the arena two minutes in.”

“Hey, I can't help it! My quirk is just that powerful!” he joked.

“What exactly is your quirk, anyway?” I asked as I opened the can and took a small sip of my drink.

“Vibration.” he responded with a suggestive grin.

I spit my drink out and choked slightly.

“It's okay what you’re thinking now, sweetheart...” Shindo winked at me.

“S-Shut up!” I exclaimed, blushing furiously as I looked away from him from embarrassment.

~~~~~

3rd Person’s POV

As Shindo continued to flirt with Nana, Todoroki sat on the opposite side of the room with his arms crossed, watching their moves with an irritated look on his face. At that moment, Kirishima was passing by and saw Todoroki sitting there, scowling.

“You okay, man?” Kirishima asked; a bit concerned.

Todoroki quickly caught himself and went back to his usual expressionless self.

“It’s nothing.” Todoroki muttered.

“You sure?” Kirishima asked, raising an eyebrow.

Todoroki tried to avert his gaze but Kirishima caught on quickly, following his line of sight over to where Nana and Shindo were talking.

“Oh, it’s Nana and that Shindo guy.” Kirishima stated before realization hit him. “You’re jealous, aren’t you, Todoroki?”

“Could you speak any louder?” Todoroki whispered, frowning at his friend.

“You know, you’re not the only one who likes Nana.” Kirishima whispered. “Bakugo’s there as well. I heard he and Nana had an argument the other day cause she kissed you on your cheek.”

“Wait?” Todoroki asked as his eyes widened in shock. “Bakugo saw that?”

“Yeah.” Kirishima nodded his head. “Todoroki, if you don't make your moves, you'll miss your chance... You know, if I were you, I would’ve already made a move on her by now...”

And with that, Kirishima walked away from the bi-colored hair boy. Todoroki huffed as he sank back into his seat.

“Besides, it’s not that simple…” Todoroki trailed off in a whispered tone as his gaze went back to Nana again.

Now that you asked… I think, right now, if Touya suddenly appears and stands in front of me, I’ll definitely jump into his arms like a typical shoujo manga heroine… And tell him how much I missed him… How much I felt lonely without him... So yeah… Maybe I still love him…

The four of us later walked back to the dorm and as soon as we stepped inside the building, we faced the wrath of my old man Aizawa.

“What the hell were you three thinking?!” he growled out.

Aizawa was waiting for us at the door, yelling so loudly that my hair flew backward.

“Leaving the dorms past curfew, fighting on school grounds, property damage, it's like you've completely disregarded every rule we've put in place to ensure your safety.”

“Sorry.” I said sheepishly.

I had never heard old geezer raise his voice ever in my life. Even when he was angry was always deathly calm.

Aizawa wrapped his capturing weapon cloth around the boys and dragged them to the nurse’s office. While I treated their wounds, Aizawa stood in front of us with crossed arms and burning gaze with a timid All Might standing beside him. Aizawa’s capturing weapon was still kept wrapped around them though.

“I’m glad you two are so energetic.” Aizawa stated with a frown, burning fury oozing out from his existence. “So… Who hit first?”

“I did.” Bakugo huffed.

“But I hit him back, so…” Midoriya trailed off.

“If anything, I am responsible for what happened.” All Might said. “Young Bakugo felt it was his fault for my loss of power.”

Aizawa eyed the three males in front of him suspiciously for a moment before he let out a sigh.

“Bakugo, four days of house arrest! Midoriya, three days!” Aizawa barked out as he pointed a finger at them, making the boys fly back a bit at his rage. “During that time, you must clean all the common areas in the dorm, morning and night! Plus, you’ve to turn in a written apology! For your injuries, if the pain gets worse or doesn’t go away, go to the infirmary! But don’t rely on old lady’s quirk! Injuries you got your own should be healed that way!”

“What?!” Midoriya paled.

“Be grateful I'm letting you off easy!” Aizawa said, his glare more than enough to silence Midoriya. “That’s all! Get back to bed, all of you!”

“Yes!”

And with that Midoriya, Bakugo, and I dashed out of the nurse’s office. The three of us filed into the elevator to get to our respective floors and my mind again drifted back to Dabi and Touya. As soon as the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, Bakugo and I quickly stepped out of it.

“Hey.”

My train of thought was interrupted by a deep soft voice just as I was walking up to the door of my room. I looked up to see Shoto standing there outside my room, leaning against my wooden door.

“Tch!” Bakugo clicked his tongue in annoyance when he saw the bi-colored hair boy.

“Shoto?” I asked. “What’re you doing here?”

“Where did you go, Nana?” Shoto asked. “There was an explosion going off outside half an hour ago.”

“Yeah, about that…” I chuckled sheepishly. “Katsuki and Izuku went to one of the training grounds and got into a fight. Toshi-chan and I stopped them and brought them back.”

“What?” Shoto frowned before looking at Bakugo. “Did you hurt her, Bakugo?”

“What makes you think I would do that, you half ‘n half bastard?!” Bakugo snarled, clenching his fists.

“Cause that’s what you’re good at.” Shoto shot back.

“What did you say?!” Bakugo growled as he gripped the collar of Shoto’s shirt. “Say that again, huh?!”

“Guys, stop it!” I scolded, pushing them apart. “Just stop!”

I looked back at Bakugo and softened my gaze.

“Katsuki, a lot has happened today.” I muttered. “Please go and take some rest. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

Bakugo frowned as he looked back and forth between me and Shoto.

“Whatever.” Bakugo grumbled as he unlocked the door.

“Goodnight, Katsuki.” I smiled.

“Goodnight.” Bakugo mumbled as he stepped inside his room before slamming the door behind him.

“You didn’t get hurt or anything, did you, Nana?” Shoto asked with concern as he gently held my shoulders.

“No, I’m fine.” I smiled at him. “Thanks for worrying about me, Shoto.”

“But you still look troubled. Did Bakugo or Midoriya do anything to you?” he asked.

“No, they didn’t.” I responded, slightly shaking my head.

“Then what’s bothering you?” he asked.

Dabi and Touya...

“It's nothing, Shoto. Really.” I smiled at him.

“Nana.” Shoto said with a serious tone, giving my shoulders a gentle squeeze as he leaned closer to my face, his heterochromatic eyes boring into my brownish amber ones. “You're always there for me when I go through a hard time. So I want to be there for you during your hard times as well. It's okay if you don't want to talk about it now. I may not be good at comforting people or listening to their problems, but if you ever need me, I will always be there for you. Always…”

My heart started to pound in my chest after hearing his words, but I wasn’t completely sure why. My face turned completely red; so red that I could put a tomato to shame. My mind was racing, unsure what to say while he waited for a response. My face softened at his words and shyly looked up at him.

“T-Thank you, Shoto.” I stuttered out. “That’s really generous of you. I appreciate that…”

“No need to thank me, Nana.” He smiled. “That’s the least I can do for you…”

Shoto slowly let go of my shoulders and turned around, heading back to his own room which was just beside mine.

“Umm… G-Goodnight, Shoto.” I mumbled shyly, still blushing.

Shoto turned to look at me with a delighted expression as his cheeks turned red while he smiled at me sheepishly.

“Goodnight, Nana…” he muttered. 

A week had already passed since UA held the amazing cultural festival and we the Class 1-A students with all our capabilities performed a flashy and lively musical performance, receiving a ton of applause and an ovation from the audience at the end of the show. I was really glad that everyone enjoyed our performance, especially Eri. It was very important for Midoriya, Mirio, and I to free Eri from Overhaul’s grip on her psyche from her consciousness and make her smile again, and seemed like it actually worked, making us feel happy and relieved of her recovery.

November was coming to an end and December was on its way which means my birthday was approaching as well. I was going to turn sixteen this year. It’s on the 5th of December and yes I’m a Sagittarius.

Right now, I was in my dorm room, getting all dressed up to visit a certain person. Today was the day I was going to meet Shoto and Touya’s mother again. It had been so long since I last saw the matriarch of the Todoroki household.

I inhaled sharply and stood in front of the mirror, placing a blue flame necklace around my neck. Touya gave me this pretty blue flame pendant on my 5th birthday a long time ago and that was the last time I celebrated my birthday with him before he passed away. I wore an olive-green-colored jacket over a dress and a pair of black boots.

I was tying up my raven hair in a high ponytail when suddenly there was a soft knock on my door.

“Nana, are you ready?” Shoto asked from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, just a sec, Shoto!” I replied, finished brushing my ponytail with my hairbrush.

I quickly grabbed my keys, my wallet, and my cell phone from my study table and rushed towards the door. I reached out for the doorknob and opened it up, greeted by Shoto's heterochromatic eyes from the other side.

"Hey." Shoto greeted me with a smile.

His voice and his gaze were soft and steady. His eyes shimmered, tinged with a mixture of joy, ease, and calmness.

"Hi, Shoto." I smiled brightly at him.

His eyes trailed over my frame.

"You...look cute." He muttered.

"Huh?” My cheeks began to heat up. "R-Really?"

"You look nice." Shoto stated. "The way you're dressed and the way you did your hair and everything. It's a bit different from usual, but I like it."

His lips curled up at the sides, a warm flush lighting his complexion.

"You're looking really pretty, Nana." he added.

I chuckled at his words.

"Thanks, Shoto." I smiled, stepping out the door and closing it behind me. "So… let’s go then, shall we?"

“Yeah, let’s go.” he smiled back.

From that point onward, time seemed to go by in a flash. Before I knew it, the two of us had already arrived at the hospital. Shoto was quick in checking in at the front desk, telling the receptionist who he was here to see. And not much later, we slowly were making our way over towards his mother's room. The heels of my boots made faint clacking sounds as they moved along the corridors. After a few moments later, the two of us halted in place.

“This is it.” Shoto mumbled, making me nod my head in response.

His right hand reached out towards the door's handle. With it now secured in his hold, he slowly pushed the door open.

My eyes immediately fell onto long straight locks as white as snow. Sitting on a bed next to the window was a familiar slender, female form. She turned her neck around and her gaze fell on our figures; those same familiar warm grey eyes which I saw last time many years ago. Shoto and I both stepped inside the room and closed the door behind us.

“Hello, Mom.” Shoto greeted with a smile, as we both walked closer to her. “Look, I brought Nana with me today.”

Rei broke out into a smile as her eyes sparkled with happiness and delight.

“Hello, Nana-chan.” She greeted me. “It’s been so long since I last saw you.”

I returned her gesture with a warm smile.

“Hello, Rei-san.” I bowed, greeting her back. “It’s great to see you again.”

Rei stood up from the bed and wrapped her arms around me. I felt really loved and relaxed in her warm embrace and soon after I hugged her back.  

“I’m so happy you finally came to see me.” She muttered.

“I’m glad I did.” I chuckled, slowly breaking away from the hug.

Rei again took her seat on the bed while Shoto and I sat on the chairs on the opposite side of her.

“How have you been? How is Aizawa-san?” Rei asked.

“Both me and old geezer is doing well.” I smiled at her. “How are you doing, Rei-san?”

“I’m doing just fine.” Rei chuckled. “And it’s all thanks to you, Nana-chan.”

“Me?” I blinked in confusion.

“Because of you, Shoto decided to see me again after so many years.” Rei responded as her smile appeared boundless, widening more and more. “So, thank you, Nana-chan.”

“You don't need to thank me, Rei-san. I didn't do anything special, really.” I chuckled sheepishly, slightly blushing.

“But I do. I really do. Because I'm sure that it must've taken a lot of patience and understanding on your part, in order to get Shoto to open up." She smiled sadly. "He's been burdened from a young age and because of that, he was always closed off from others.”

“Yeah, I know.” I sighed, nodding my head. “I mean, I was never aware of Shoto’s situation before, but I had seen Touya going through the same pain and agony, so yeah… I know what you’re talking about.”

Then there was this uncomfortable silence that fell among us.

Oh shit!!

Why did I mention Touya in front of Rei-san?!

Me and my fucking stupid clumsy ass!!

“I’m sorry…” Rei whispered, sniffling. “I’m sorry, Nana-chan.”

My whole body became stiff when I noticed tears forming at the edge of her eyes.

“Mom.” Shoto called out worriedly.

I quickly reached out and grabbed her hands in mine.

“R-Rei-san, w-why are you saying sorry to me?” I stuttered frantically.

“You lost Touya because of us.” She responded meekly, tears rolling down her cheeks. “If Enji had stopped being harsh on the boy and didn’t push him to his limits… If I had stayed at home instead of getting myself admitted to the hospital… If I had tried even harder to stay strong, mentally and emotionally… then perhaps, Touya would’ve been with us now, alive and well. Perhaps, you and Touya would’ve become more than just friends by now, Nana-chan… Things could have been much different from what it is now…”

That’s right…

I’m not just the only one but the Todoroki family as well…

Rei-san and Enji-san lost their child…

Shoto, Natsuo-san, and Fuyumi-san lost their eldest brother…

And I…

I lost a friend… support… a lover…

I shook my head and gently squeezed her hands.

“I’m not the only one who lost him, you know.” I said. “You lost him too, Rei-san. Touya was your son after all… Your own flesh and blood… My pain is nothing in comparison to yours…”

“But you and Touya were connected by heart, Nana-chan.” Rei stated, looking into my eyes, calming down a bit. “You two were more than just good friends. I know everything… I heard it from Natsuo and Fuyumi… Whenever Touya would have a hard time with Enji, he would always run back to you for your love and warmth. You used to give him medical attention whenever he burned his own skin from overtraining his quirk. You loved him, didn’t you Nana-chan?”

“I still do...” I chuckled softly. “I still do love Touya, immensely.”

“Touya was really lucky to have someone like you in his life.” Rei smiled at me, wiping away her tears. “You were his only friend beside Natsuo. I still remember those days when Touya would come to me and gushed over you every chance he got; about how much he loved you and wanted to marry you in the future and so on.”

“O-Oh? R-Really?” I stuttered.

My whole face started to heat up. I felt as if I was on fire.

“Yes.” Rei giggled in response. “But I’m glad that you found someone else in your life now.”

“Huh?” I raised an eyebrow.

“You and Shoto are dating right?” she asked before her gaze fell on her son, giving him a teasing look. “It’s not nice to steal your older brother’s girl like this, Shoto.”

My mouth practically dropped open in shock.

Shoto’s girlfriend...?!

Shoto's expression seemed to mirror my own, eyes widening in a hurry.

"M-Mom, you've got it wrong..." he protested, blushing more deeply than before. “She's not my girlfriend. We're just good friends..."

Rei pursed her lips.

"Hmm? Are you sure you're not dating, Shoto?" she asked. “The way you talk about Nana says otherwise.”

"W-We're not!" Shoto replied.

“Well, alright then. If you say so…" Rei smiled again.

I could still feel waves of heat burning my forehead. Shoto's face was almost exactly the same; his usual cool, apathetic expression had all but disappeared, replaced instead by a bright-red flush. I gripped down onto the edge of my seat.

Do other people see us as a couple as well?

Rei placed her hands on her lap, eyes brimming with excitement.

"So, I'm assuming that the two of you met at UA, right?” she asked. “Cause as far as I can remember Nana-chan never met Shoto and Natsuo before.”

“Yes, that’s right.” I smiled. “Well, actually Shoto and I met even before I started attending UA. It was at USJ, right Shoto?”

“Yeah, during that USJ villain attack.” Shoto nodded his head.

“I see.” Rei smiled at me. “Well, thank you, Nana-chan, for being Shoto’s friend.”

“I’m glad I am...” I smiled back. “We never got the chance to meet each other until we started attending UA, even though our families have known each other for years. But I’m glad that we finally met and now are good friends, right Shoto?"

I directed a smile towards the bi-color-haired boy seated beside me.

“Right." He smiled back at me.

Rei couldn't stop grinning ear-to-ear.

"I can't wait for the two of you to actually start dating." She giggled softly.

"Mom, please..." Shoto let out a sigh.

The rest of the visit seemed to pass in minutes. Chatting away with Rei was such a nostalgic feeling. There was this warmth and familiarity about Rei which I hadn’t felt for a very long time. It was because she kinda reminded me of my own mother, Junko, and my foster mother, Nemuri or Midnight; kind, sweet, and gentle. The only difference was that Rei was a soft woman whereas my Mom and Nemuri were known as the badass bitches across the Musutafu city back in their UA days.

It was nice having the opportunity to meet Rei again. Shoto and I finished our goodbyes for the day and Rei welcomed me back for another visit in the future, which I gratefully accepted. And with the sun setting off in the distance, Shoto closed the door behind us as we stepped out of the room.

“Nana.”

I glanced over to my side, smiling happily.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.” Shoto smiled. “For visiting my mother.”

I chuckled in response.

“It was nothing really.” I patted his shoulder. “Rather I should be the one thanking you for bringing me here today. I always wanted to see Rei-san again. So thank you, Shoto.”

Shoto simply smiled in response. 

“His regeneration has slowed, we can take him on!” Shoto announced, looking over at Shigaraki. “Nana, Bakugo, Hado senpai!”

“Maggots swarming by the thousands…” Shigaraki muttered, trying to stand up from the ground.

Shoto, Bakugo, Nejire senpai, Iida, and I all at once charged at Shigaraki before a huge battle broke out. But within a few seconds, it all stopped when the earth beneath us started to shake violently and the sound of buildings crashing down hit our ears from afar. We all turned around and noticed that the behemoth Gigantomachia had finally arrived at the battlefield while carrying the remaining members of the Paranormal Liberation Front on his back as we watched the walking calamity moving towards us in horror.

“There is no way we can handle fighting both that giant and Shigaraki!” Shoto yelled, before charging at Shigaraki again. “I would better take Shigaraki down since he is already on his last legs!!”

“Don’t go and play the hero all by yourself, you half and half bastard!” Bakugo growled, charging at Shigaraki as well.

And with that Shoto, Bakugo, and Nejire senpai attacked Shigaraki with their super moves all the same time and the villain finally fell on the ground, unconscious.

“Run!!” Endeavor shouted when Gigantomachi finally stepped into the battlefield and quickly picked unconscious Shigaraki up from the ground.

“Shigaraki, you're not looking so good!!” Spinner asked from the giant's back.

“You okay, Shoto?” Endeavor asked as Shoto landed beside his father.

“Oh there you are!” a familiar voice suddenly called out.

We all looked up to see Dabi on Gigantomachi’s back, grinning down at us.

“You all look like a bunch of ants from way up here!” Dabi chuckled, waving his hand. “Oh?! Do I spy Shoto too?! That’s perfect!! Long time no see!!”

“Huh?” Shoto asked in annoyance.

“Dabi!!” Endeavor snarled at the ravenette villain.

“Ouch! Is that any way to address me?” Dabi chuckled mockingly as he poured some liquid from a bottle over his head before his hair went from black to white. “Why must you call me by my villain moniker... when I have such a great name… Call me Touya…”

And then I felt like the whole world just stopped. My eyes widened in disbelief while my mouth gasped open as I stared at Dabi or should I say Touya in bewilderment. My heart started to beat faster than usual as if it was going to burst out of my chest and now I suddenly started to feel like the whole world was spinning really fast, making me feel all dizzy and sick.

Now that you asked… I think, right now, if Touya suddenly appears and stands in front of me, I’ll definitely jump into his arms like a typical shoujo manga heroine and tell him how much I missed him, how much I felt lonely without him. So yeah… Maybe I still love him…

“You are that dumbstruck?! Really?!” Touya laughed. “I know my face isn’t exactly what it was, but I was sure that my own family would have figured it out. Though there was this one person who speculated that I could be Touya and it was none other than my lovely ex-fiancé; Nana Osaki!!”

It's been a while, hasn’t it Babydoll? I missed you so much.~

“T-Touya…” I mumbled, still in shock as my eyes started to get blurry and watery.

“Who are you?” I asked softly. “Do I know you? Have we ever met before? Why did you ask if I recognized you? And why do you keep saying that you missed me?”

“The name is Dabi, Babydoll… Your glorified villain babysitter.” He smirked, standing up, his hands in the pockets of his trench coat.

“Is that actually your real name though?” I looked at him skeptically. “I don’t believe that. What’s your real name? What’s your true identity?”

“Why do you ask, Babydoll?” he asked.

“Cause you remind me of someone I knew and love.” I responded.

“Oh really? Who?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Touya Todoroki.” I mumbled softly.

Touya looked at me with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry Babydoll, for hiding this secret from you! Back at Camino Ward, when you asked me if I was Touya or not, at that moment I wanted to do nothing else but to pull you into a tight hug, shower you with love and kisses, and tell you that I was in fact your Touya, but if I did that, my plans would’ve gotten ruined!” Touya stated before he looked back at Shoto and Endeavor with a smirk. “Well, Endeavor, I never forgot a thing. And I had plenty of reason to keep watching you. I’m not saying that everyone has to be pure and selfless. Just you! And guess what? Right now, my prerecorded life story is broadcasting nationwide and on the internet!”

Touya grinned widely as he started to jump down from Gigantomachia’s back and began to dance and twirl around in the madness. Shoto and Endeavor simply stood on the ground with wide eyes and dropped jaws, staring at Touya in disbelief while trying to take in everything that was happening right now at that moment.

“Man, I’m having a blast!!” Touya laughed. “Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah! How could I make you hurt? How to best stomp all over your life? I have been pondering all this ever since that day! I couldn’t figure out why I even existed and every day I would crawl to Natsu-kun and Nana crying my eyes out… Not that you ever knew, right?! When you finally achieved success with your little puppet Shoto… I thought killing him might do the trick! But then who would have guessed you got bumped up to No. 1! Suddenly, I was rooting for your happiness. My blood ran cold when I thought you might bite the big one in Kyushu! Then I led Starservant and Ending straight to you one after the other and you still survived like the cockroach that you are! You were finally No. 1! It's all you ever wanted! But it must have weighed on you, right?! Or was all the praise and admiration like chicken soup for your soul?! When at long last you could steer your kids in the eye… Did you finally start to feel the warm and fuzzy bonds of the family?! You must have thought ‘as long as I face the future I can be better’! I can tell you are at a loss for words, so here is the answer! The past never dies! Get it yet?! You reap what you sow!! Let us fall together, you and me, Enji Todoroki!! Come dance with your son, here in hell!!”  

“Touya is dead. This is an unforgivable lie.” Endeavor mumbled in disbelief.

“I am alive and kicking! It's an unforgivable truth, Dad!!” Touya responded with a grin. “So sad that you never bothered to invite me to your fire quirk-infested agency! You can swab me or take some blood samples as a souvenir if you don't believe me. Go run a DNA test. Although my own test results are already being publicized as we speak. Endeavor, consider this a homecoming gift from me to you since I dug up something on that good for nothing spy Hawks as well. Even coming from a villain, the words that I speak will shake the public to their cores. They won't be able to trust any of you after this. The damage has already been done! After seeing something like that, who the hell won't be shaking in their boots?!”

With that, Touya jumped off from Gigantomachia's back and was about to attack Endeavor with Prominence Burn to finish off his father once and for all.

“Thanks for going strong up until now, Endeavor!!” Touya yelled.

“Touya!! Stop, please!! Don’t do this!!” I screamed out, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Sorry, Nana!! But this is what I’ve been waiting for the past 11 years!!” Touya replied back.

“Father, he is coming!!” Shoto yelled at a still shocked Endeavor, preparing to attack Touya back. “Protect Nana and the others! I will handle this! Please move! Protect them! Hey, please get it together!!”

But then suddenly a plane flew up in the air at the battlefield and before Touya could unleash his attack, he got tied up with wires from that plane. We all looked up and noticed who it was.

“Apologize for being fashionably late!! Best Jeanist will now be returning to work starting today!!” the No. 3 pro hero announced.

“Even if you are alive, Jeanist… The Todoroki family’s past won't be brushed under the rug… Right, Shoto?!” Touya smirked.

Best Jeanist unleashed even more wire and wrapped them around Gigantomachia, Spinner, and Mr. Compress as he pinned down the giant on the ground.

“You’re kidding me! He managed to detain Machia?!” Mr. Compress yelled.

“Trying to break free is so painful!!” Spinner shouted. “Doesn’t Machia have immeasurable strength?! Shigaraki, wake up!! You are alive, aren’t you?! Machia needs your orders!! Shigaraki!!”

Nejire senpai meanwhile, tried to strike Shigaraki again, but unfortunately got blasted by Touya's flames, much to everyone’s horror.

“Senpai!” I shouted in horror as I ran up and caught her into my arms before looking back at Touya with rage. “What the fuck, Touya?!”

“What a mess, huh Endeavor!!” Touya called as he broke free from Jeanist’s restraints using his blue flames. “Look! Another starry-eyed kid with a bright future burned to ashes!! By your flames!!”

Then suddenly Shigaraki slowly started to regain consciousness and ordered Gigantomachia to break free from the restraints. And right one cue, the giant let out an earth-shaking roar and started to tear down the wires around him, but Jeanist again shot more wires around it.

“Quit it, Touya-Nii!!” Shoto yelled as he charged at Touya. “So you send that villain?! Natsu was nearly killed!! The brother you said you crawled and cried to! That Natsu!!”

“Then that would mean Endeavor would suffer!!” Touya grinned at Shoto.

“Have you lost your mind?!” Shoto asked.

“You got it, Shoto!!” Touya laughed. “Your big brother has completely lost any feeling for anything!!”

“Touya!!” Shoto yelled as Touya used his flames on his younger brother.

“Finally, I can kill you!!” Touya laughed.

“Shoto!!” I shouted in horror as I charged at the Todoroki brothers. “Touya, stop!!”

“Hey, Spinner!! Behind you!!” Mr. Compress called.

“Huh?” Spinner asked as he turned around to look. “Looks like luck is in our favor after all!!”

“Those fucking Nomus again!!” Bakugo snarled as he charged at those flying creatures.

I also turned around and gasped when I noticed Nomus flying towards us. I quickly changed my route and flew towards the Nomus unleashing my Rinkaku Kagune and taking out my scythe. One after another, Bakugo and I fought and killed the Nomus when suddenly I felt a similar presence around me.

“Don’t tell me!” I gasped.

“Po!”

At that moment, Mirio senpai arrived, using his quirk to take out the Nomu which was approaching Best Jeanist, leaving everyone shocked.

“Lemillion!!” Midoriya gasped.

“Mirio senpai!” I called with a smile.

“Despite this, it’s not like I have got the power to take out this Nomus in one shot!” Mirio senpai chuckled. “Nana-chan, Bakugo, back me up!!”

“It’s great to see you again, Bakugo.” Jeanist greeted.

“That was just a placeholder name…” Bakugo smirked as he killed a Nomu with his quirk. “I was saving the real deal for you! From now on call me… God of Explosive Destruction, Dynamight!!!”

“Huh?” I sweat-dropped.

“Another dud…” Jeanist groaned.

“Too long!” Iida yelled.  

“Chaotic!” Nejire senpai commented.

“Tacky!” Mr. Compress deadpanned.  

“Kinda cool!” Spinner muttered.

“Haha! That's a good hero name! It's pretty funny!” Mirio senpai laughed.

“It’s not meant to be funny!!” Bakugo snapped at Mirio.

“Without joy and laughter to balance the sorrow the world can never hope to have a bright future…” Mirio senpai stated. “My bad there! That's just my motto!! As long as the final boss is restricted in the blaze, it’s time to clean up the rest of the mess!!”

And right on cue, Mirio senpai, Nejire senpai, Bakugo, Jeanist, and I started to attack and kill all the flying Nomus.

“Aw, your friends are having a blast down there!!” Touya laughed as he and Shoto kept on fighting mid-air. “Poor Shoto... No fun for you, just pain!”

Touya then grabbed Shoto and wrapped his arms around his younger brother before covering his azure flames around themselves as he started to increase his heat.

“But you… your body will burn too!” Shoto stuttered out in pain. "You're burning up as well, Touya!"

“You have grown up to be so considerate, I’m happy for you little bro!” Touya chuckled as his eyes trailed off to Endeavor’s still shocked face. “I’m fine! In fact, I’m overjoyed right now! Look at that face! Even when his masterpiece, his greatest doll is about to get perished by his failure's flames, he still can't do anything!! Hey, take a look! He is totally broken!! Hahaha!! Shoto, if you burn up in my flames and turn to ashes, I wonder what kind of face dear old dad will be making then?!”

While I was fighting and killing the Nomus, I noticed what Touya was trying to do with Shoto. So without wasting any more time, I used my Kakugan and swapped places with Shoto. And right now, I was in Touya’s arms.

“Nana!!” Shoto gasped in shock.

“Oh, now look at that?” Touya smirked as he tightened his grip around me and pulled me even closer to his chest, immediately extinguishing his flames. “It’s been so long since I held you like this, Nana… I missed this.”

“Touya…” I mumbled lovingly as I reached out and touched his face. “Please, stop this… I beg you… Please…”

“I can’t, Nana…” Touya muttered, softening his gaze at me before reaching out and gently running his fingers on my cheek.

“Hey, let go of Nana-chan!” Midoriya yelled.

“You know it’s rude to interfere in other people’s family matter!” Touya said to the green-haired boy in annoyance.

“I’m interfering because Todoroki-kun is a precious friend and Endeavor is my mentor who made me stronger!!” Midoriya yelled. “The past doesn't disappear! That's why the present Endeavor is making an effort. That’s the Endeavor I’m watching. You’re not Endeavor!!”

“Ha, anybody could figure that out!” Touya responded mockingly. “But don’t you pity the likes of me at least a little?! The consequences of the scenes committed by a supposed apostle of justice… That’s what I am! Evil will no longer prosper! Justice will crumble! All I have done is showed all those susceptible people where to put the blame! Now the future that awaits is clear! All the lip service and ego-stroking will vanish and it will be chaos!!”

Then all of a sudden, Gigantomachia started to go all wild and tear up Jeanist’s restraints.

“Big trouble!” Mirio senpai yelled.

“He has restored!” Jeanist shouted.

At the moment, Endeavor used every bit of strength he had to fly up and knock the giant back before knocking himself out as a result.

“Enji-san?!” I gasped in shock.

“Macchia?!” Spinner yelled.

“My strength!!” Gigantomachia groaned in pain as he started to slow down a bit.

“There was a message from the mountain team! They said they didn’t notice any effect but… the anesthetic worked!!” Jeanist stated.

“Looks like we’ve to go now…” Touya muttered with a sigh. “But before I go, I want to do something that I’ve always wanted to do since forever…”

“What-“

But before I could say anything more, Touya quickly leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine, pulling me into a passionate searing kiss as the cold metal of his piercings sent pleasant shudders up my spine. My eyes widened in shock and I went completely rigid on my spot. I mean, after all, it was my first kiss and it got stolen by the man I had been in love with for so many years now. I didn't know how to respond to it at first. The kiss was like a beautiful sweet dream; a dream that I didn't want to wake up from.

I’m in love with you, Nana Osaki. You may not understand what it means to be in love with someone because you're still too young. But always remember… I love you and I always will love you, Nana-chan...

My brain stopped functioning and the next thing I knew, I slowly and unconsciously closed my eyes and started to kiss back Touya. In response, Touya smirked into the kiss before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and at my grant of access, delved the tongue inside my mouth. As our tongues intertwined with one another, the kiss got rough, sloppy, and even more demanding. Euphoric warmth began to blossom within me and the whole feeling was completely blissful, making the kiss feel like fireworks, tingles, and desires. It felt as if nothing mattered at that moment, as if nothing existed in this universe; it was just only me and him. Touya then slowly pulled away from the kiss as soon as we were out of breath and chuckled softly at my tomato red confused face.

“DID HE JUST KISS HER?!?!” Bakugo roared in rage.

“Looks like I’m your first kiss, huh?” Touya muttered with a smirk, panting slightly from the kiss. “Lucky me!”

Touya quickly let go of me and started to climb back onto Gigantomachia while I kept on floating in the mid-air like an idiot, trying to process everything that just happened now.

“Touya!!” Shoto yelled, charging at his older brother to attack him with Flashfire Fist.

“Sorry, Shoto! The situation has changed!” Touya responded before attacking Shoto with his Flashfire Fist Jetburn.

“Shoto!” I gasped, rushing forward to save him.

But it was too late as Shoto had already taken the attack and was now knocked out cold. I quickly caught him into my arms and slowly landed on the ground. I looked over to see that Mr. Compress caught Touya into his marbles before safely handing it over to Spinner.

And after that, whatever happened on the battlefield was all blurry to me. I remembered Shoto slowly regained his consciousness and I quickly went back to fight Shigaraki and the Nomus. Mirio senpai was finally able to catch Mr. Compress and easily took him down. Bakugo, Nejire senpai, Iida, Jeanist, and I all desperately tried to fight and chase after Shigaraki with our fatigued injured bodies while also fighting against other Nomus as Shigaraki, Spinner, and Skeptic started to escape away by riding on the back of a flying Nomu. Shoto, Endeavor, and Midoriya were all barely able to stay conscious at that moment. Midoriya also tried to catch Shigaraki with his Blackwhip but failed in the process. In the end, Shigaraki successfully escaped away with his comrades, bringing the Paranormal Liberation war to a conclusion. 

“I said the same thing to Gran Torino as well, but…” the doctor stated to my old man Aizawa. “If you had waited even a moment longer, it would have been even worse. Thanks to Rock Lock, Manual, and the others prioritizing your life you’re here.”

Right now, I was in Aizawa’s cabin with Present Mic with my old man was lying down on his hospital bed. After Shigaraki shot the quirk-destroying bullet on his right leg, Aizawa had to cut off his leg on the battlefield in order to prevent the drug from destroying his quirk.

“Thank god, you’re okay…” I sighed as I put my head on Aizawa’s shoulder. “I thought you would’ve died, you old geezer…”

“The world can’t get rid of me that easily, brat…” Aizawa responded, gently patting my head.

“Even Kayama senpai… Why…” Mic trailed off.

“Please don’t say it, Mic…” I mumbled, biting my bottom lip as tears started to form in my eyes. “It’s too much for me, you know… First my parents… then one of my mentors, Sir Nighteye… now my foster mother, Midnight… I just can’t…”

Aizawa quickly pulled me into a hug, burying my face into his chest.

“Don’t say it, Yamada…” Aizawa stated. “Just tell me how the students are doing…”

Mic let out a heavy sigh.

“Well…” Mic trailed off. “Almost every student has either regained consciousness or gotten better after receiving medical attention… well except for Midoriya…”

“What?” Aizawa asked.

“Izuku is the only one who still hasn’t shown any sign of waking up.” I added.

Aizawa’s eyes widened in shock as he looked over to us with a puzzled expression.

“Don’t worry…” I sighed before getting up and walking over to the door. “Toshi-chan is with him now…”

“Where are you going, Nana-chan?” Mic asked.

“To see Shoto.” I responded before closing the door behind me.  

I then slowly made my way towards Shoto’s cabin. When I reached there, I slid the door open. I noticed that the people in the room turned to look at me.

“Nana-san.” Yaoyorozu greeted me with a small smile.

“Nana!” Kirishima grinned at me

“Hey, guys.” I greeted them back, walking up to them. “Looks like you finally woke up, Shoto.”

“Yeah…” Shoto replied meekly in a raspy voice.

“His throat is burnt, so…” Mina stated.

“I see…” I nodded my head before taking my seat beside Shoto on the bed. “How’re you doing now, Shoto?”

“How’re you doing, Nana?” Shoto asked.

I stared at him for a moment before letting out a sigh, looking away.

“What do you think, huh Shoto?” I muttered. “Touya was my friend… my fiancé… we were in love with each other… Eleven years ago, we all believed he passed away, but now all of a sudden he came back into our lives… Not as Touya, but as a murderous villain Dabi...”

Suddenly my eyes started to get all blurry. My breath hitched as I wept, tears started to roll down my cheeks.

“Nana-san!” Yaoyorozu gasped, rushing to my side and pulling me into a hug. “Please calm down!”

“I…I-I’m not okay, Shoto!!” I sobbed out loudly, as Yaoyorozu tightened her grip around me, gently rubbing my back. “I’m not okay, you hear me?! This is not okay! Touya being Dabi is not okay! None of this is okay! I couldn’t save my lover from walking down the path of destruction! I failed to save him! When the League kidnapped me and Katsuki, I speculated that Dabi was Touya, but I wanted to believe that I was wrong! That it was all just a misunderstanding! But, no! It’s a despicable truth and now it hurts, Shoto! Dammit! I love Touya so much, it hurts!!”

But Shoto didn’t say anything back as in response he remained completely silent and stared at me in shock, as if I broke his heart or something. 

“Did you happen to hear Uravity's speech?” Ectoplasm asked Endeavor, Shoto, and Hawks. “Come in and see for yourselves. All is well. At least for the time being.”

With that the four entered the barrier wall, witnessing the students, teachers, and the crowd leading Midoriya and Nana towards the Class 1-A dormitory.

“In the end, all we did was cause more pain for both Nana and Deku.” Endeavor spoke up with guilt in his voice. “No real progress… just a roundabout way of getting to this point.”

“No progress? I disagree.” Hawks responded with a small smile, staring at Nana with a loving and affectionate look in his eyes. “We are seeing it here, Endeavor-san. One For All is a network of power that links people’s hearts. It tied All Might to Midoriya-kun. The previous One For All user, Nana Shimura-san is Nana-chan's relative from her mother’s side of the family. Then Class 1-A kept Nana-chan and Midoriya-kun in the game... And Uravity linked these people to Nana-chan and Midoriya-kun. If everyone… If all of us are even a little bit capable of seeing each other as united as one, then… I see a future where heroes have time to kill. One so bright we can’t help but grin.”

Shoto, on the other hand, remained completely quiet the entire time, recalling the moments when he witnessed Nana shedding her precious tears for his eldest brother, Touya over and over again while declaring her love for him.  

‘Now that you asked… I think, right now, if Touya suddenly appears and stands in front of me, I’ll definitely jump into his arms like a typical shoujo manga heroine… And tell him how much I missed him… How much I felt lonely without him... So, yeah… Maybe I still love him…’

‘What do you think, huh Shoto? Touya was my friend, my fiancé… We were in love with each other… Eleven years ago, we all believed he passed away… But now all of a sudden he came back into our lives… Not as Touya, but as a murderous villain Dabi... I’m not okay, Shoto!! I’m not okay, you hear me?! This is not okay! Touya being Dabi is not okay! None of this is okay! I couldn’t save my lover from walking down the path of destruction! I failed to save him! When the League kidnapped me and Katsuki, I speculated that Dabi was Touya, but I wanted to believe that I was wrong! That it was all just a misunderstanding! But, no! It’s a despicable truth and now it hurts, Shoto! Dammit! I love Touya so much, it hurts!!’

As much as Shoto loved Nana, he wanted to see her all happy and smiling again, even if it meant sacrificing his own love for Nana and reuniting her with his brother once again.

“Father… we do this together…” Shoto spoke up. “Nana has shed too many tears for Touya-Nii. She went through so much stress for our mistakes. Nana has done nothing but loved and supported Touya-Nii her entire life, but in the end, she had to receive pain and suffered the most. But enough is enough. Not anymore. For our family, for Nana, we need to find Touya-Nii and bring him back home.”

Endeavor let out a heavy sigh before looking down at the ground, covering his eyes under his fedora.

“Yeah.” The older Todoroki man mumbled out. 

It was like 6:30 in the morning when I woke up today. I wasn’t usually a morning person and always prioritized my beauty sleep over anything else, but with so many problems in my life right now that kept me restless almost 24/7, I just couldn’t sleep peacefully for a day even if I wanted to.

I grumbled under my breath and rolled out of the bed while mentally cursing All For One, Touya, and Tenko for constantly keeping me agitated and anxious like this every single time as I made my way towards the girls’ bathroom. I showered, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and finally tossed my raven-black hair up into a high ponytail before leaving my room, dragging my feet the entire way to the kitchen. I rubbed my eyes and mindlessly walked into the room before letting out a small yawn and stretching my arms.

“Morning.”

I looked over to see the explosive blonde standing at the counter in front of the toaster.

"Morning, Katsuki." I greeted him with a sleepy smile, making my way towards him and Bakugo narrowed his eyes at me.

"You look like you got hit by a fucking bus.” He pointed out. “Those bags under your eyes… Did you even sleep at all last night?"

I sighed and shrugged in response.

“A little, I guess…” I muttered out in response, causing Bakugo to shake his head in a disapproved manner.

"You shouldn't have gotten up at the ass crack of dawn if you hadn't gotten a good sleep, dumbass." he lectured me as his toast popped out from the toaster.

There was a moment of silence before I spoke up again.

“I saw Touya and Tenko in my dreams last night …” I sighed while starting a pot of coffee and Bakugo stiffened a bit upon hearing my response. “And after that, I couldn’t sleep properly anymore…”

Bakugo then went completely silent for a moment as he began to spread some Nutella on the toasty bread, careful not to get any on the sides before handing the food to me.

“You know, you’ve to face them again… someday soon…” he pointed out in a soft voice. “And when I say soon, I mean very soon.”

“I know… I’m just so tired of everything now, you know. Especially after what happened last night…” I sighed again and leaned back against the counter before taking a small bite of the toast.

“I understand, but you need to get rid of your frustration, anger, and tiredness as quick as possible before facing those fucking assholes once again.” he stated the obvious while pouring coffee in two mugs for both of us. “You're fucked anyway, so might as well get some damn sleep.”

“Oh yeah? But then again, if I sleep in and wake up late, who’ll serve me my favorite coffee and toast with Nutella at the breakfast?” I stated with a small teasing smirk causing Bakugo to let out a small chuckle in response.

“Make your own damn breakfast from now on, you lazy woman.” He smirked back and this time I chuckled out in response.

“That was rude, Kacchan. I always wanted you to make breakfast for me.” I pouted with puppy dog eyes causing Bakugo to roll his own eyes at me.

“Not happening again.” he scoffed and I pursed my lips in disapproval.

And just then a familiar figure walked into the scene, making me smile warmly at the individual.

“Morning, Shoto.” I greeted the boy and he smiled back in response.

“Morning, Nana.” Shoto greeted back before his heterochromatic eyes trailed over to Bakugo. “Morning, Bakugo.”

“Hm, morning.” Bakugo mumbled out and continued to sip his coffee while Shoto slowly made his way over to me.

“What do you want for breakfast, Shoto?” I asked with a small smile, causing Shoto to slightly tilt his head to the side.

“What are you having?” he asked, looking over at my plate which was on the counter.

“Coffee, toast, Nutella.” I smiled and held up my coffee mug at Shoto before looking over at Bakugo with a teasing smirk. “Kacchan made breakfast for me today.”

This caused Bakugo to let out a small huff as he rolled his eyes at me while his cheeks slowly began to turn pink in color.

“And I regret doing that for you.” Bakugo grumbled out and I giggled in response.

“Tsundere much?” I teased the explosive blonde before looking back at Shoto who was already staring at me with a smile on his pretty face. “What is it, Shoto?”

“Nothing…” Shoto replied, slightly shaking his head before walking over to the counter to pour some coffee for himself in a new clean mug. “It’s great to see you smiling again. It feels nice.”

Shoto’s response made my smile widen a bit as I looked away from the boys and my gaze fell on the coffee mug in my hands.

“Well, I’m still trying to get back to my normal self… It’s kinda hard, but I’m trying. And with you guys helping me along the way, I think I’ll be able to recover back very fast.” I stated in a soft tone while brushing the index finger of my right hand against the rim of the mug before looking back at the boys with a warm smile. “So, thank you, both of you, for always being there for me…”

In response, Shoto and Bakugo didn’t say anything back as they rather simply flashed out a warm smile at me before a comfortable silence fell between the three of us causing us to continue to enjoy our breakfast in complete peace and quiet.

“So, you’re saying that America’s No. 1 hero Star and Stripe has already reached Japan to fight Tenko?” I asked my green-haired friend, raising an eyebrow.

Right now, I was in the kitchen, making a cup of tea for myself when suddenly Midoriya came over to me with a concerned look on his face, informing me about this new situation.

“Well, that’s what All Might told me.” Midoriya shrugged in response before looking down at the cell phone in his hands with furrowed eyebrows. “Also, he ran into Stain the other day where Stain gave him some info about the escapees of the Tartarus prison while many other details alongside it.”

“Stain gave info? You mean the ‘Stain’ I took down months ago?” I asked in disbelief and Midoriya nodded his head in response. “He’s an ally now?”

“Looks like it.” Midoriya responded, feeling a bit unsure himself as well.

“I see…” I trailed off with furrowed eyebrows, slightly nodding my head as I looked away from my friend and my gaze fell on the teacup at the counter.

I started to feel a bit worried about the upcoming encounter between Tenko and Star which didn’t go unnoticed by Midoriya.

“You’re getting worried about Shigaraki, aren’t you?” he asked in a soft tone and the frown on my face deepened even more.

“Even though Tenko’s a villain and a global threat, he’s still my family, Izuku…” I muttered out with a heavy sigh, running a hand through my raven locks in frustration. “He’s my cousin, my flesh and blood… And it’s not just Tenko, you know; Touya is still out there and God knows what he’s doing, how he’s doing… and the last thing I want is to lose Touya again, Izuku. I can’t lose him anymore. I don’t want to lose the man I love.”

“I understand your feelings, Nana-chan.” Midoriya stated in a reassuring tone, slightly nodding his head in response while I leaned back against the counter with my right hand resting on its marble stone surface.

“Is it weird…?” I asked in a weak voice causing Midoriya to glance back at me with a confusing look and continue to speak up. “My love and infatuation for Touya?”

“You mean your love and infatuation for the man who is a murderous villain, but once was an innocent child who wanted to surpass All Might and craved for his abusive father’s love and acknowledgment, but was tossed aside because he couldn’t fulfill his father’s requirements and now you wanting to save him and bring him back home…? No, I don’t think it’s weird… You’re just madly in love, Nana-chan, that’s all.” Midoriya stated with a warm smile before backing away from the counter and leaving the scene.

I simply stared at Midoriya’s retreating figure in surprise and amusement for a moment before my lips curled up into a small smile. I let out a small sigh and shook my head as I grabbed the cup from the counter to finish my tea.

“It’s cold.” I mumbled to myself, referring to the now cold tea in the cup.

I clicked my tongue and threw the cold tea into the sink before leaving the cup there like as it was. As I slowly began to make my way back to my bedroom, strolling through the hallway in a lazy manner, my brownish amber eyes flicked over to one of my neighbor’s bedroom doors – Todoroki.

“Shoto.” I called out softly as I lightly knocked on his door with my small fist. “It’s me, Nana.”

Hearing some shuffling noises coming from the other side of the door as I waited for the bi-color-haired boy, Shoto took almost a few seconds to come and answer his door.

“Nana, hey…” Shoto greeted me, leaning against the doorframe before his lips curled up into a smile.

“Hey. Sorry for bothering you like this. Hope you weren’t busy.” I stated with an apologetic smile.

“No, of course not. I wasn’t doing anything anyway.” Shoto stated, quickly shaking his head in response. “Besides, you’re never a bother, Nana.”

My heart immediately skipped a beat as my cheeks slowly began to warm up upon hearing his words. I brushed all of these off to the side and flashed out a gentle smile at him.

“I came here to ask you something…” I muttered out, crossing my arms over my chest while Shoto nodded his head in response. “Any news from Enji-san… about Touya?”

This caused Shoto to let out a heavy sigh before he brushed a hand through his soft hair and slowly shook his head in response.

“No, not yet…They’re still searching for him.” he mumbled out while I bit my bottom and furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“Apparently, America’s No.1 Hero, Star and Stripe with her whole team arrived here in Japan just a few hours ago. Izuku got this news from Toshi-chan.” I informed him, making Shoto nod his head in response.

“Star and Stripe, huh?” Shoto mumbled to himself.

“And she’s probably facing off Tenko by now as we speak…” I added in a worried tone and Shoto furrowed his eyebrows a bit.

“You’re worried.” He pointed out causing me to look up into his mismatched eyes. “About Shigaraki…”

“About everything.” I countered back with a melancholic tone before letting out a small shaky sigh, my eyes flicked to elsewhere. “I’m just getting even more restless with the passage of each time.”

I could feel Shoto’s gaze on me before he spoke up again.

“Do you… have anything in mind?” he asked and I raised an eyebrow at him in confusion. “You know, we could do anything to keep your mind off from all of these if you want.”

I gave him a ‘are you serious’ kind of a look, causing Shoto to smile at me, much of my own surprise and amusement.

“I know it’s not the best time and all, but we could spend some time together while I’ll help you to recover from this anxiety and restlessness.” He suggested and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Know how to play shogi?” I asked and Shoto’s lips curled up into a knowing smile.

“Always up to some competition I see.” He chuckled out while I smirked at him in response.

And this was how both Shoto and I ended up in my bedroom, playing shogi on my bed. We sat on the opposite ends of a shogi board and the match went on without exchanging words between the two of us as our focus was solely on the board and the pieces.

“You’re one tough opponent, Nana.” Shoto pointed out with his eyes fixated on the board in concentration while his intertwined fingers were pressed against his lips, looking all serious.

This caused me to smirk in response and my gaze flicked up from the board and landed on his form.

“Giving up so soon?” I teased him with a smug look on my face. “You know, Shoto, no one has ever beaten me in a shogi match before, except for one person.”

“That’s impressive.” Shoto responded with amusement. “Who taught you to play this?”

I took a moment of silence before answering his question.

“Touya…” I muttered out with my eyes softening a bit while Shoto glanced over at me with a surprised look. “Touya loved playing shogi and I remember him getting really offended sometimes when people get the rules wrong. He was the one who taught me how to play this game and the only person to ever beat me in a shogi match. No one else could. Touya was really good at playing this game and I remember it would catch people off-guard sometimes because they never pegged him for a strategic thinker even though he was and still is.”

“I see…” Shoto trailed off, going completely silent for a moment before speaking up again. “What else did Touya-Nii love to do or the things he hated?”

“You seem curious.” I pointed out with a smirk.

“He’s my brother and sadly I know nothing about him.” he responded back with a shrug, causing me to nod my head in response as I began to recall everything I knew about Touya.

“Touya…” I trailed off for a moment before I started to list off things I knew about the said man. “He hated fish. He used to have perfect dental hygiene. Sometimes, he got motion sick, so he hated fast or reckless driving. Whenever I saw him training on his own, I noticed that he had extremely good reflexes and that he strongly favored his left arm during fights. Touya had no filter; he would call someone a freak to their face and then could proceed to insult somebody else just five whole seconds later after being introduced to them. Touya never bothered with social niceties and was painfully rude, although admittedly he never realized his own rudeness sometimes. Touya was and still is an extremely smart, intelligent, and insightful individual, also somewhat nerdy and I believe he’s the smartest among all of you Todoroki siblings. No offense.”

“None taken.” Shoto responded with a small chuckle and I smiled softly at him.

“One of Touya’s most noticeable personality traits is his independent and self-reliant nature. He’s more of a realist than an idealist sort of person in my opinion and I think his emotional intelligence is as wide as the surface of a teaspoon. Although, he does have a personal metric when it comes to judging morals and I remember him consistently applying it with every person he came across in his life. Touya has always been a goal-oriented individual and he liked to taunt people by calling them by their full name sometimes; in short, he’s an absolute asshole.”

Shoto let out a small chuckle when I called his brother an ‘asshole’ causing me to join him in the laughter as well before I began to speak up once again.

“I also noticed Touya having four staples down his chin and quadruple helix piercings on each ear, so I believe he likes symmetry. His handwriting was nice because he was trained in calligraphy. Touya liked traditional Japanese poetry and preferred tea to coffee and was partial to green tea, probably because of your Todoroki family’s traditional upbringing. To me, he’s an extremely patient person; I mean he waited almost eleven years to ruin Enji-san, so I believe this man can wait. I remember him being very meticulous with anything he deemed important, but he would also absolutely half-ass everything else. Like he’d be super strict about personal hygiene and keeping his house clean, but his clothes would be scattered everywhere in his room because he couldn’t be bothered to tidy up his shit.”

While speaking, I slowly stood up from my bed and began to walk towards my bookshelf.

“Because of the type of quirk he inherited from your parents, Touya’s pain tolerance is higher than an average person’s. I remember him being into edgy music and he loved reading books.”

I then pulled out a book from my shelf and stared down at it while Shoto stood up from my bed as well before making his way towards me.

“Touya once told me that his room was filled with books and this also shows in his vocabulary too which is way better than most other League members if you haven’t noticed that.” I stated before handing the book to Shoto. “Touya gave me this book. It was one of his most favorite ones.”

“The Black Lizard and Beast in the Shadows by Edogawa Ranpo.” Shoto read the name out loud and I continued to speak up again.

“Touya has always been a nervous fidgeter and a happy dancer. He used to gesticulate a lot and wore his heart on his sleeve, but now I’ve noticed that he keeps his emotions boxed up in a corner hoping that no one ever finds out about them. His love language is acts of service. Someone going out of their way to include him in stuff or make him feel seen will positively break him. I mean he grew up being ignored by Enji-san so despite craving love and attention he also shies away from affection with something akin to aversion and longing at the same time. It’s a tough balance, so he normally plays the lone wolf to avoid facing the problem. As you Todorokis are rich people, I remember Touya saying him growing up with all the video games his little heart desired, which also added the combo of him loving to show off and having Natsuo-san to beat into the dirt because according to him it meant he was fairly well-versed in at least some games.”  

“Looks like you know Touya-Nii quite well… Too well in my opinion.” Shoto pointed out in amusement as he handed back the book to me.

“It’s scary and weird, huh?” I asked with a small smirk, putting the book back on the shelf.

“No, not really though.” Shoto responded as he slightly shook his head at me. “You love him and plus you’re a very observant person, so it’s obvious that you should know a lot about him than anyone else.”

This caused my lips to curl up again into another smile as I looked away from him with my arms crossed over my chest and leaned against the bookshelf. Shoto shoved his hands into his pockets and stepped a bit closer to me, tilting his head to the side as his mismatched eyes bored into my brownish amber ones.

“Touya-Nii was so lucky to have you in his life, Nana.” Shoto muttered out in a deep yet smooth tone and my eyes softened a bit at his words. “Dad neglected him. Mom couldn’t help him when he needed her. My siblings and I were too young to do anything for him. So, you were his only option whenever he sought out love, care, attention, and acknowledgment.”

“I wish I could’ve been there for him more than I had.” I whispered out with a sigh.

“Do you remember when I first met you, Nana?” he asked, suddenly changing the ‘Touya’ topic and I nodded my head in response. “Back at USJ… After that, we participated in the Sports Festival together, did the internship together twice under my Dad’s supervision, went to the training camp, took the first provisional license exam… So many other things we did together, so many times we spend together… It’s been a year we’ve been together, right?”

“Yeah.” I chuckled in response and slowly nodded my head. “You’re right.”

“You helped me to grow up as a person.” Shoto went on and his voice started to get even deeper than it already was. “You told me that I’m not my Dad just because I inherited his quirk. My powers are my own thing and I’m different and unique from everyone else which includes my Dad as well. Because of your encouraging words, I was able to use my firepower against Midoriya during the Sports Festival. I’ve always been a cold and anti-social person and never had any true friends before, but all of my classmates especially you helped me to come out of my shell, helped me to become a better person. You taught me to become kind, warm, and sympathetic; something I wasn’t before I met you. I was much like my own father; only focusing on becoming the greatest and eventually surpassing All Might in the process. I didn’t know what I was missing in life and if I had never met you and stayed that way, I could’ve turned out to be like him or maybe even like Touya-Nii. Not only in Touya-Nii’s life but also you have a huge impact on my life; something probably you have never realized yourself.”

“You’re praising me more than I deserve, Shoto.” I chuckled out nervously while fiddling my fingers and looked away from him. “I don’t deserve such kind words from you.”

“Yes, you do. And I’m saying this because…” Shoto suddenly trailed off causing me to look back at him again and that’s when I noticed the look in his eyes.

The softness, the warmth and the affection his eyes were holding for me; it wasn’t something you held for a mere friend or even for your best friend. My eyebrows furrowed a bit on my forehead while my heart began to hammer hard against my chest like crazy. My cheeks slowly started to get warmer and warmer with the passage of every second. At first, I didn’t realize what it was, but slowly and steadily I started to understand everything. Everything was before my own eyes now, clear and spotless. Something I kept on denying for the longest time; denying that I didn’t see anything, denying that I misunderstood everything.

No, no, no, no, no… this can’t be happening…

Why didn’t I ever realize this before?!

Why have I never seen this before?!

Why am I so stupid?! Dammit!!

“For the longest time, I felt guilty…” he spoke up again and I bit my bottom lip in nervousness.

“Guilty for what?” I asked, almost in a whispered tone while my furrowed eyebrows deepened even more.

I knew I shouldn’t have asked this, but I just had to know his inner thoughts and emotions. The way his eyes deeply bored into mine, so lovingly, so passionately, it almost scared me. And this never happened when Touya looked into my eyes. When it was Touya, I felt loved, I felt free. But now that it was Shoto, it was scaring me. I noticed his eyes flickered between my eyes and my lips and I immediately understood what he was thinking about and what he was about to say to me.

Shoto began to step even closer to me, daring to shorten the gap between us while I quickly stepped away from him causing my back to hit the bookshelf, eventually getting myself trapped in between Shoto and the bookshelf. He was so close that I could literally smell his cologne coming from his body, literally paralyzing my nerves for how good he smelt.

“For wanting what I want.” He whispered out, making my breath get caught into my throat.

There, he said it!! He finally fucking said it!!

“Even when I knew about your feelings for Touya-Nii, even when you declared your love for him from time to time, I still dared to overstep the boundary. I always knew I shouldn’t have done this. To me, it was almost forbidden, almost taboo, but you know mankind is always attracted to the forbidden ones. I knew what I was getting myself into, I knew what I’ll get if I engaged myself in this… And, I still did it…” Shoto went on as he slowly and carefully leaned closer to my face.

He then reached out and gently tugged my raven locks behind my left ear before lightly brushing his fingers over my soft rosy cheek; ever so teasingly, ever so passionately, as if a butterfly had just kissed my skin. I didn’t know how, but I somehow managed to keep holding eye contact with him, carefully noticing how his facial expression changed every few seconds, how his eyes constantly flickered between my eyes and my lips.

“I still fell in love with you…” he confessed and my eyes widened in response.

I slowly began to shake my head at him, but no word was coming out of my mouth.

“S-Shoto… No…” I stuttered out in a whispered tone and he let out a heavy sigh in response, momentarily closing his eyes.

“Oh, I know.” He whispered back before looking back at me again with a small mocking smirk on his face. “Believe me, I get it. Brother’s girl and all.”

I literally swallowed my own saliva in tension and nervousness when Shoto’s mismatched eyes flickered back to my lips again. He then slowly backed away from me before he finally looked away from my form and began to walk towards the door. I let out a heavy breath which I was holding onto for the longest time when suddenly Shoto abruptly stopped walking and looked back at me over his shoulders with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes.

“No, no. You know what?” he spoke up in a serious tone and shook his head before he quickly started to walk back towards me. “If I’m gonna feel guilty about something, I’m gonna feel guilty about this.”

And before I could register what was about to happen, I felt something soft and warm pressed against my lips, rough yet gentle; it was Shoto’s lips. He was kissing me.

Shoto gently grabbed my face in his hands and slowly moved his lips against my own ones. I could feel the love, passion, and desire he was pouring into the kiss. Believe me, I could feel it. With the help of my Ghoul quirk’s sensing ability, I could hear his heart drumming like crazy against his ribcage; he was feeling nervous yet excited for kissing his brother’s girl. The warmth of his breath caressed my facial skin, sending small prickles down my spine. He was so close that I could feel his silken hair grazing against my red hot cheeks and leaving a scent so fragrant, it was almost intoxicating yet lethal at the same time. I was shocked and petrified. I couldn't move, I didn't kiss him back. I just kept standing there like a statue made out of stone while Shoto continued to pour out his heart to me through this kiss.

The kiss was sweet and romantic, but Shoto wasn’t Touya. He could never be Touya. No one could ever be Touya.

Shoto was the first to break the kiss as he stared down at me quietly, observing my now red face while I let out a shaky breath, nervously staring into his eyes.

“Goodnight, Nana.” He whispered before quickly walking out of my room and I lingered a hand on my lips as I simply watched him leave. 

If you wanna read the original story, then check it out on Quotev & Wattpad

https://www.quotev.com/story/12426037/The-Crimson-Butterfly-My-Hero-Academia-Tokyo-Ghoul 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/278836218-the-crimson-butterfly-my-hero-academia-tokyo-ghoul

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Young! Shinsou Headcanons

(For @questioning-potato)

Fluffy and cute. Thats all you're going to find here because i can only imagine how lonely his childhood must have been like considering the way people speak about him canonically. So let's give him a friend!

(Drawing by Keiid. The full drawing can be found on Twitter under @keiidakamya. Please go support them and their work because its so beautiful and amazing!)

Shinsou had no friends. It wasn't that he didn't try but it was more that no one wanted to be around him.

Parents would tell their kids to avoid speaking with him which would lead to him not being able to play on the playground because everyone would either block him from playing or leave him alone on the playground and ignored him.

At some point he decided to just stay in his classroom for recess and spent his time reading a book.

One day, his teacher told the class that a new student was going to join them today.

It was you. You stood in front of the whole class and told them your name, age, favorite color, and favorite food.

Everyone was exited to have a new classmate to play with. Shinsou in the other hand wasn't because it meant that you were going to be another person who’d bully him.

During the following week you noticed that Shinsou would keep to himself and wouldn’t leave the classroom when recess or lunch was called.

Worried you stayed behind and talked with him.

Shinsou being so used to people treating him with cruelty was surprised when you were so nice to him.

“Are you ok?” He didn’t know how to answer but he knew that with you he did feel ok.

You both built a solid friendship afterwards.

No one messed with you because you're so nice which meant that Shinsou would also be left alone and the bulling eventually stopped.

He promised you he would never use his quirk on you

He was told you that he would use his quirk for you because "Were friends, right?"

He told you about how he wanted to be a hero and you just fully supported him.

You didn’t care what others thought, you just wanted your friend to be happy because he looked very pretty when he smiled. (You had a small crush one him. Who could blame you, though?)

He would bring you a book full of cat pictures for the two of you to look at during lunch/recess.

He would also share all of his things with you. You like his shirt? The next day he brings it to you washed and folded for you to wear. Like his cat stickers that have a fur like texture to them? He asked his parents for his allowance earlier than usual so he could go buy you a brand new pack of the same stickers he already owned.

He loved it when you hugged him or would get close to him. To him it means that you aren’t afraid of him.

During recess, if you were tired enough, he would have you sleep on him. Your head would lay on top of his shoulder and he would just sit there reading or looking at you.

He would protect you.

You both would hangout at either ones house to finish up homework and then play games with each other.

He liked seeing you smile because it showed that you enjoyed his company.

He liked seeing you in general because he thought you were very pretty. 🥺

Your classmate would sometimes tease you both about it because of how close you both are with each other.

Someone once called him your boyfriend and he honestly expected you to say that “ewww, gross.” (Something a long those lines.)

But instead you tell them that you both aren’t dating and that "Hitoshi would be the best boyfriend ever! Anyone would be lucky to date him!"

His face got all red and his heart did flips. 😳

He was also a bit relieved that you said that because he really liked you. He wanted to spend all of his time with you.

That day when you and him walked to his house, he said his goodbyes at his door and you left to your own house down the street.

He ran up to his room and pulled out a little journal from his desk drawer.

"Dear Dairy, today y/n said that they thought i would make a good boyfriend. That made my heart do something funny and i started sweating a lot. They grabbed my hand and yelled at our classmates, that made me sweat more. Y/n is so cool!"

(Precious child. Must protect at all cost 🥰)

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request | Can I have royalty au (soon to be king bakugou) (and soon to be queen reader) , katsuki and reader are supposed to be getting married (not to eachother) but they end up sneaking around and doing IT with eachother so top!kats , exhibition , begging , dumbification and spanking THANK YOU💞💞

this lovely request was submitted for the kissing booth event (the rest of the drabbles come out soon, ahem :)) so, if this was your request, um...hAHA whoops.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, royalty!au, infidelity, nondescript!fiancés, angst (gasp), fingering, exhibitionism, dumbification + more! minors dni!

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“C'mon, princess...can I make you feel good once last time?

You're getting married.

No more ignorance is bliss, no more I didn't know any better—this is when you put all your childish antics to the side and fucking woman up, now in charge of the safety of your kingdom and its inhabitants and whatnot. So yes, you must snuff all your adolescent tendencies, and that includes sleeping with the Crowned Prince of the neighboring kingdom behind your fiancé's backs.

But, boys are stubborn. And stupid.

Ding ding ding!

"Excuse me, Everyone!" Your fiancé announces to the crowd in your dining room as he stumbles to his feet, spoon clinking against his glass. He nearly trips, but no one sees except yourself. "I would like to make a toast."

You frown. This wasn't a part of the rehearsal dinner.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all for being able to be with us tonight," he says, shoving the glass higher in the air. As red wine splashes over the rim, you think to remind him that isn't a toast, it's the beginning of a speech, but your comments have rarely deterred the man in the past. "As you’re all aware, this marriage is vital. Not only for our kingdom, but for the neighboring kingdom as well."

Your fiancé regards the Bakugou’s with a lift of his chalice. In the coming weeks, two arranged marriages will melt the four most influential kingdoms into two, and your fiancé and his family had the genius to throw a massive Gala to celebrate it. You wouldn’t be surprised if they got off to the idea of stretching themselves so thin their hair falls out at age thirty; they won’t even allow you to choose the type of dress for your wedding.

"I would also like to thank my lovely, lovely wife, for just being so... lovely.” Your fiancé chuckles, accompanied by an uncomfortable massage to your shoulder. The guests find amusement in how whipped he is as he gazes your way expectantly, conceivably wishing to see you swoon at the compliment. All you give him is a blank face. His elation falters.

"You know, when I first met this woman, I knew she was going to be the love of my life," your fiancé shakes your glare off. You purposely block out the rest of his story in favor of folding and unfolding your napkin again, puffing under your breath at the cheesy comment.

"Sap," you grunt to yourself, obviously. You don't expect anyone to hear, but there's a snort to your right. Your eyes lift from your lap—and straight into Katsuki's smug blood red ones. He winks at you from across the table and your eyes roll at that, though there's a small smile playing on your face that's impossible to hide.

"Isn't that right [Y/N]!...[Y/N]?"

You blink yourself back to life, eyes reluctantly leaving Katuski's hypnotic ones for the pair that make you nauseous, "Oh—u-um, yep!"

The place bursts in laughter and there's even a little smile dancing on Katsuki's face. He catches you staring so your eyes divert to your lap, but his remain a physical force against you for the rest of the night.

*selene — the greek goddess of the moon

The balcony is much nicer than the ballroom.

For one, it's the farthest place you could have gone from the commotion, all the way on the opposite side of the castle. It's a solid five-minute walk when you aren't in heels and a heavy petticoat, but it provides a lovely view of your front yard, subjecting you to watch the early-sleepers leave in their carriages to call it a night. Meanwhile, *Selene watches you from her telescope the moon with a sigh and a sad smile, because she's the only one who knows how completely and utterly alone you will be.

You glare at her—the goddess doesn't waver.

Bitch.

It's no secret that Gala’s like these get overwhelming—especially when you're the center of attention. You see Lord Shinsou (Earl) stuff the eager Lord Kaminari (Baron) into his silver-plated carriage before looking around to ensure no one saw, and blanche upon seeing your figure stood on the balcony. You salute so he knows his secret is safe with you, and relief washes over his face before he too hops into the carriage. What a scandal, you giggle.

Plenty of couples resign home after that; it makes you uneasy. You're unsure as to why, but you have the ever-increasing urge to nip at your fingernails until you don't have them anymore, and jamming the sharpest point of your heel into the concrete seems like the only proper way to release enough kinetic energy before you explode.

"He loves me."

He does, embarrassingly so—so what's the issue?

There isn't an issue; there shouldn't be. He reminds you how pretty you are and you compliment his influence. Neither of you are marrying down. You look good together. The kingdom's future power couple if you will, where you two supposedly mold the great future in your peculiarly young hands. There isn't an issue. You're the one for him, and he's the one for you.

The balcony door whines open. You don't turn around, praying whoever it is will see that it's occupied and turn the other cheek. Yet, the stomp of whoever's boots only grow louder until you’re adjacent to a shadow of a being, his chin lifted towards the stars. You catch a glimpse of blond hair, though dyed a pale white by the silver moon, and you two stand in a strangely comfortable silence, watching carriages roll out of your driveway.

The silence doesn’t last for long, though. It never does.

"D’ya always go disappearing like that?"

You frown. "What?"

"I don't fuckin' know," Katsuki grumbles—he has yet to look at you. Seems like Selene captures more than one person's attention tonight. "Blinked and you were gone."

Your frown only deepens, and you return your attention to the courtyard. "I didn't know you were paying attention."

The ash-blond presses his forearms against the railing for support. "I wasn't. He was."

Oh.

"Said he wants you to come back, so," Katsuki clicks his tongue, carmine red eyes finally flicking your way through the darkness. You don’t dare look at him. “You run off often, or what?"

"Tell him I'll come back in a second," you sigh, balancing your face in your hand. Katsuki says nothing, but he doesn't leave, and you hate that you don't mind.

Until he points towards a couple crossing the lawn and says, "Oi, that's the Duke from my fiancé's kingdom. Fucker tried to poison my dad for the throne—straightened him out real quick.”

"Why are you talking to me?" You snap like a cornered animal. Katsuki lifts an eyebrow.

"What? I can't have a goddamn conversation?"

"I—" your chest rises and falls with a reason to why he can't, but you can only come up with one—and you don't want to think about it.

"Listen. I don't like these things either, alright?" He huffs defensively, so defensively that you have to take a step back. "If I have the opportunity to get some fresh air, I'm gonna fuckin' take it."

You shrug, supposing it makes you one and the same. The wind blows, not harsh, but harsh enough to ruffle your gown, and make the gold jewelry decorating Katsuki's tunic jingle.

“So. I guess this is it, ain’t it?”

You sigh, “Katsuki, you know we—“

"Yeah yeah, that's all you fuckin' say," he growls bitterly, and you blink in a poor attempt to find where the animosity came from. His face twists in an ugly way as he sits his hands on his hips, nose scrunched to mockingly pitch his voice that doesn't sound like yours at all. "We can't, we shouldn't—"

"Because we shouldn't!" You nearly shout, and Katsuki jumps from how quickly you raise your voice. "Because—because if we get caught, we're fucked. And I can't go to sleep terrified that I'll wake up to an exposé tomorrow morning and get beheaded by the afternoon. So...please. Just stop."

Katsuki clicks his tongue.

"You don't love that asshole."

Your throat feels tight—much too tight to be comfortable, and your chest rises and falls with disbelief as you search for the words before you can talk again, eyes never dropping from the stars. You've had this conversation, fuck, you have it too often; often enough to know that he would say those exact words, and enough to know precisely what you'll say in response.

"I love him, Katsuki."

"No, no you fuckin' don't," the ash-blond chucks a laugh and it's nothing short of acrid, his words eating away at your skin more than you'd like them to. You sigh, resting your forearms on the railing too.

"I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Always gotta be so goddamn emotionally unavailable, huh?" He growls, glare set on the mountains presented in front of you. You feel his suit jacket hit your freezing shoulders, unaware of the cool temperatures until you feel the cloth brush against goosebumps. It’s your turn to laugh bitterly.

“Careful. People might think we’re getting married to each other.”

“One day you’ll let me fuckin’ live,” he grunts, and your eyes meet for the first time. His usual red is dyed a deep purple by the moonlight, their usual hardness traded for something much softer. “Can’t even give you a jacket when you’re shivering like a goddamn leaf in the wind.”

You give him a look of utter exhaustion because you’re tired—tired of all this running around and hiding, the secrecy. It eats at your insides like a caterpillar does a leaf, knowing that you go to sleep every night to a man who’ll barely touch you, but at the same time, feeling guilty that you don’t need nor want him to.

“Why are you here?”

Katsuki clicks his tongue. His warm body settles behind yours, close enough to feel the warmth but not close enough to feel him. “You looked lonely.”

“I thought my fiancé told you to get me?” You ask, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Katsuki rolls his eyes, his arms settling on both sides of yours.

“He did. But I didn’t refuse the damn request either.”

“You saw my loneliness all the way from the ballroom. What an eyesight,” you scoff. Katsuki’s eyes narrow, but it’s clear he’s fighting a grin because you’re a little shit who loves giving him a hard time. The ash-blond’s chest rises and falls, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“You know what I mean.”

You snort, tilting your head to the right. You suppose you do.

“And I’m marrying a bitch,” he adds to his list of grievances, his hands finding yours to gently play with your fingers. You nod in agreement. A bitch she is.

“And...I’m really going to fuckin’ miss you.”

It might as well pass for nothing but a breath, eyes trained on your held hands. His chest suspends like he has more to say, but his teeth tear at the inside of his cheek before he can. “I—fuck, I get it, okay? I’m a selfish asshole—“

“This doesn’t have to do wit—“

“And I really, really need to get my fuckin’ priorities straight. I mean, they are, just not in the way they should be.”

“Hey,” you chastise, shaking his hands for his attention. “You can’t control who you love, okay?"

Katsuki grumbles at that but you refuse, turning around to look him in the eyes.

"And neither can I.”

You let go of his hands in favor of pulling him down via his cheeks and giving him a big fat kiss on the lips. It’s peckish and brief, but it’s sweet and gets your point across. It's comfortable.

“The hell was that for?” Katsuki asks once you pull away. Though you see him struggle to hide a grin, eyes squinting more than they should.

“Easy,” you say, stepping forwards (as if there’s any space for that), “You looked lonely.”

Katsuki snorts, dropping his head, “Bastard.”

“And I’m being married off to an asshole,” you lament, pulling his face so close to the point you’re sure the strain on his back has got to be anything but sexy. He accommodates anyways—Katsuki always has; and night seems to suspend along with his baited breath as he waits for the next line, eyes shining with a painful hope you’re about to confirm.

“And I’m really, really going to miss you,” you say, shaking your head at how utterly true that statement is. Fuck.

The vulnerability slowly fades from his eyes at that, and Katsuki hums, clammy hands finding their rightful place around your hips.

“You shouldn’t call him an asshole, you know,” he says, face inching so close you can smell the champagne on his breath. “He means well.”

“I didn’t know you cared,” you quip back, raising an eyebrow. Katsuki shrugs, and you don’t realize he’s backing you up until your back kisses the cool railing.

“Well. I can’t help but feel a little bad,” he says cheekily as he inches closer, “‘Cause I make you feel so good, don’t I, Princess? Last time I checked, better than he ever could.”

You scoff at his audacity though it’s all good-natured, eyes preferring the moon over his heated gaze as he turns you around to face the courtyard.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, redirecting your attention using a finger on your jaw, “Eyes on me, Princess. You look really fuckin’ pretty under the stars, y’know.”

You snort at the compliment, rolling your eyes.

“‘M serious. A fuckin’ goddess,” he growls, leaving wet kisses up the column of your neck. Your breath hitches as he reaches your sweet spot and sucks, and you’re swatting him away before he can leave a mark.

“I sai—“

“One last time, Princess,” he bargains lowly as his hot hands slide their way from your waist to your breasts, taking their sweet time. Katsuki hooks his chin on your shoulder. “Lemme—Can I make you feel good one last time?”

You’re nodding with a whimper before you can berate yourself for being so fucking easy, the thought of not being able to indulge yourself with this, with him, any longer tosses any and all resistance out the window.

“Good,” Katsuki hums, tweaking your nipples through the bodice. “‘M gonna pay you back for being so good to me, yeah? For puttin' up with all my shit."

You scoff, mouth dropping to tell him you weren't putting up with his shit, but then a warm hand lands on your thigh—somehow, he's found a way under your dress. The hand slides up inner thigh and you feel Katsuki's chest shudder against your back as he finally reaches where you need him most.

"K-Kats—"

"Shhh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?" He grunts, pulling your panties to the side. You shiver from the change in temperature, watching another Duke and Duchess of half-drunkenly stumble into their carriages for the night, before there's a crack of a whip and hooves beat towards the exit. It's only a reminder of how painfully exposed you two are—one glance towards the balcony and any onlooker would know exactly what's happening. You hate it.

You hate that you don't.

"Atta girl," Katsuki purrs, groaning as he inserts a finger. You shiver, the weight of his being practically trapping you against the railing. "Always so fuckin' tight. I swear that asshole never fucks you right."

Katsuki's never been an impatient man and fills you with a second finger awfully fast, chuckling when you bite into the meat of your palm to hold back a whimper. His hips start to grind against the puff of your dress and he groans as quietly as he can, carelessly shoving down the sleeve of his suit jacket to bite into your shoulder.

You let out a broken moan much too loud for this time of night and it prompts Katsuki's free hand to stuff an equal amount of fingers into your mouth. "Y'know, something tells me you wanna get caught. You want the whole world to know how much you fuckin' hate that bastard, huh?"

You choke as Katsuki slides in a third digit next to the second, the slap of his palm against your pussy becoming nothing but obscene as your slick accentuates the sound. His hips speed up against your ass and that's enough friction to have the ash-blond groaning, along with the spit that drips down his forearm.

"So dirty for me, Princess," his hips stutter when you push back, tongue laving over the bite mark you'll probably have to conceal in the morning. Asshole. "You wanna cum like this, don't you? You're gonna cum all over my fingers in front of the entire royal court. Dumb little girl, can't even keep her mouth shut to keep us from gettin' caught."

You jam your heel into the balcony concrete so hard you positive it cracks before you're coming all over Katsuki's fingers, nearly choking on the ones in your mouth as you release the loudest broken moan you have that night. Katsuki's hips stutter against you and you're positive he's filling his boxers from the airy moan that follows, and his hand goes limp in your mouth before it slides out completely.

Your chests balloon in unison, his body draped over yours, and as you two catch your breath under the moonlight, you can’t help but think how much you’re going to miss this.

"Run away with me."

"I—" he does this. He always does this. He makes you feel on top of the world, acting like everything's fine, and then he pulls this shit on you. You look everywhere but him, nearly scoffing in disbelief. "Katsuki—"

"C'mon, Princess," Katsuki scrambles to flip you by the waist until your back is flush against the railing again and he’s cradling both your hands in his semi-damp ones. There’s a look in his eyes you don’t like, and it makes your chest burn. "Across the sea, people are movin’ over there and I—I know someone there, okay? Someone we could stay with, maybe help us get back on our feet an-and I found a fuckin’ ferry guy to take us across, and I can even pay him a little extra, o-or you, or—"

"Katsuki," you give him a sad smile, squeezing his hands tight. There's hope, too much hope in his eyes and it's fucking blinding. "Running away? I—this is—we have an obligation, we can't jus—"

"It'll be fine," he insists, stepping forwards and squeezing you back twice as hard. You sigh."I—the two kingdoms can merge or whatever the fuck they wanna do and then we'll be—"

"Katsuki."

"I—fuck Princess, I don't beg but goddammit, I'll do whatever you fuckin' want, get on my knees, I ca—"

"You really want to know what I want?"

Katsuki freezes. It's the first time you've ever seen some semblance of emotion in him that isn't anger or lust, with carmine red irises swimming in unshed tears—and fuck, you hate the sight. You want to shoot yourself in the fucking foot for what you’re about to do, but it’s for the best. It always is.

"Love her."

Katsuki looks at you, and his face drops, chest shuddering.

"I can't."

You drop his hands in favor of holding his face, thumbing at the hot tears running as they fall. God, Katsuki’s pretty—too pretty for his own good and he doesn’t even know it. His unsteady hands find themselves massaging your ribs and your foreheads knock together. "You need to try. Love her as much as you love me, yeah?"

"'S fuckin' impossible," Katsuki says with a wet snort, shaking his head with eyebrows raised. You giggle, throat impossibly tight.

"Almost, then? For me."

Katsuki’s red eyes stare at you through the darkness. You have half a mind to look the other way, but you figure you owe him this if nothing else, and as he lovingly absorbs your being under the moonlight for the last time, you really wish you could take your words back.

"I'll...fuck. Fine. I'll try." Katsuki resigns with a shrug, shaking his head. You two sniffle in unison and you suppress the strange urge to pinch him. "'M not gonna try to get over you, though. Sorry, not sorry."

You roll your eyes at that but it's all good-natured, followed by a choke you struggle to hide as his arms coil around your waist, "Then I won't either."

A genuine grin spreads across his face, and it’s borderline giddy—and a stark contrast against the waterworks. "She finally fuckin' admits it."

"Figured it was about time," you give him a wobbly smile before your eyes flicker to his, red blurring from being so close. Selene looks upon both of you with a reminiscent sigh.

"I love you, Katsuki Bakugou."

Katsuki sniffs before he laughs; it's wet, and near bitter, and he pulls you so close your face nearly shoves into his chest. "Fuck. Fuck, you're an asshole, you know that?"

"This is when you say it back," you bargain, squishing his cheeks. Katsuki presses his forehead deeper into yours.

"I love you too, Asshole."

He speaks with a softness you've never heard and it's like a gunshot to the heart, and as his lips inch closer to yours as your hands slide to thumb at his ears. One last kiss wouldn't hurt, would it?

Until there's a whistle and the click of footsteps. You and Katsuki jump a mile apart.

"Oh, [Y/N]! You're still out here in the cold?" Your fiancé asks with a raised eyebrow, but it seems like that's only an afterthought as he turns to Katsuki to say, "Your wife’s found the alcohol."

"Great," the ash-blond groans, understanding the translation—your fiancé is piss drunk in the ballroom.

"I do recommend you take her home. She's making quite a mess of the eclairs. And her face."

Katsuki heads inside without giving you a second glance, and your fiancé gives him a solid pat on the way in before turning to you halfway through the doorway, "Are you coming inside, Darling?"

"In a moment," you say with a smile. Your hand never leaves the railing. "Just getting some fresh air."

"Alrighty, then. I'll be in the bedroom. Waiting~" he winks, and with that, he's spinning on his heel, and you're alone with the moon again.

You watch Katsuki guide his inebriated fiancé into the carriage lovingly, with a smile on his face that isn't quite the one he wears with you but close enough, whispering whatever pleases her at the time with a chaste kiss on the cheek. You feel comfort in knowing that he has someone to love and someone to be loved by. He doesn't look your way—not once.

It's not until they drive away that you realize you still have his suit jacket draped over your shoulders. You don't doubt he did that on purpose, either.

Asshole.

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #bakugou smut #mha smut #bnha smut

[anecdochexiv]

"You guys have never played spin the bottle?!"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing right now. It seemed like every party you had been to back home involved the party game, and while you never liked anyone enough to join, knowing no one here had even heard of the game somehow made you want to play it. 

Honestly, since transferring to UA you were struck with how different things had been. They had dorms, and while you had been told that they started two years prior and ended up sticking, it felt so intimate living with your classmates. There were days you would wake up giddy from the intimacy of it all, walking into the kitchen to see various students making breakfast for everyone, and other students in the common area still waking up. 

However you knew party games existed out of your home town, so to hear that they didn't do such games or know of such games struck you as odd. A determination filled you and suddenly you were jumping up and running to the kitchen to find a bottle. The search gave you nothing but then you remembered seeing Sero drink an orange juice from a bottle earlier and ran back into the common area to ask him if he had any empty ones around.

Surprisingly the bottle he had drank earlier was still sitting on his desk in his room, and he begrudgingly got up to retrieve it for you but he'd be lying if he said the excitement on your face didn't make the trip worth it. 

"Alright!" You turned to everyone in the room with so much excitement that they all looked at you as if you'd grown a second head. "We're gonna play spin the bottle! Get in a circle!" Your excitement started to rub off on some of the other students and Sero was first to take charge, pulling Kaminari with him to sit down and start the circle. 

Once everyone settled down you started to explain the game and made it a point that if anyone didn't want to participate they didn't have to. When everyone that wanted to play was settled the circle looked like this:

You, Sero, Kaminari, Uraraka, Tsuyu, Midoriya, Ojirou, Hagakure, Ashido, Kirishima, Bakugou, Jirou, Momo, and Shinsou.

The girls were all excited for something like this, even if they were shy about it, and it's no surprise which guys stayed, considering you always thought the seven of them secretly had perverted sides to them. A giggle rose up among you all and you all had slight blushes on your faces. 

Everyone had agreed that you would go first since you had brought up the game in the first place, and you agreed that they were correct even though you were scared. So now you found yourself staring at the orange juice bottle hesitantly before you reached out and spun the bottle as fast as you could. 

Silence washed over the room as everyone waited for the bottle to slow down until it came to a stop. Your hair stood on end and when the bottle calmly slowed down and wobbled, your face flushed and butterflies erupted in your stomach. 

There was a sudden realization that this would be your first kiss and without really thinking you blurted it out before the other person could move. When you looked up you could see a small smile across Kirishimas face before he muttered a small 'me too.'

His face was just as red as yours and neither of you made a move to get closer until Sero and Ashido nudged you both. You both stayed criss-crossed but scooted closer until your knees were touching and your mind raced with all the times you'd seen this game before and all the kisses you'd seen on television but you couldn't seem to find an answer for how to kiss. 

The kiss wasn't the only thing making you worry though, because Kirishima was right in front of you, and your knees were touching and oh God you were supposed to place your lips on his lips and what if your lips weren't good enough and-

Kirishima's hand on your knee made you snap out of your stupor and he gave you a gentle smile. "You can say no still." The beating in your heart seemed to quicken and get louder. It was so loud and rough you were sure it could be seen and heard by everyone else but no one seemed worried about it. You released a breath and nodded at Kirishima before reassuring him it was okay and if anyone would be the best first kiss it would be him. 

Except you regret saying that last part because Kirishima's face turns as red as his hair and you wonder if he's about to pass out. Your hands instinctively reach out and rest on his knees to calm him down but before you can process it he's grabbing your face and pressing your lips together for a short sweet kiss. 

The moment seems to go on forever but then he's gone too soon and your body is craving to dive back in. You silently wonder what he tastes like and sounds like as you both back away to your respective seating arrangement before you can embarrass yourself any further.

A small part of you hopes that Kirishima felt that spark that you did, felt that same need that you did, and if he did what it would mean. Both you and Kirishima spend the rest of the game glancing at each other and sharing small shy smiles with your friends. 

#•doche's work• #bnha x reader #kirishima x reader #d.bnha #d.kirishima

[palettepainter]

How the teachers play favourites

We all know Aizawa and All Might have their favourite UA child, Shinsou and Midoryia. And yeah I know Bakugo and Todoroki are also their UA kids but shhh, Midoryia and Shinsou where the first UA kids they adopted. 

And you can’t tell me Aizawa and All Might play favourites with them, All makes Deku lunch like..hello?? Aizawa gave Shinsou his capture weapon, HELLO?? 

So here are some dumb headcannons for how the other teachers play favourites to their UA kids

Ectoplasm and his UA kid Jiro:

-When he gives back marked tests he’ll sometimes write small encouraging notes for his students to read, he does this to some students when he feels they need a pick up but he always leaves a positive one on Jiro’s 

-During lessons where students are allowed to study in the lesson Ectoplasm lets them listen to music on their phones, everyone thought he would say no so everyone - mostly Kaminari and Mineta - peer pressured Jiro to ask. To no ones shock except Jiro’s Ectoplasm replied with a calm “Sure, but only if you use your headphones”

-Jiro talks about new songs that have been released and Ectoplasm will listen to her geek out about music

-Sometimes Jiro will tell Ectoplasm what her and the rest of the band (herself, Kaminari, Momo, Tokoyami and Bakugo) have been doing and if they’re working on any new songs in-between their studies. Jiro jokes that Ectoplasm is their biggest fan but Ecto is genuinely supportive of their band and admires their creativity

-Jiro once entered maths class and said “Hey miter Ecto, what’s shakin’ bacon?” and while the whole class was stood there in silence thinking Ectoplasm wouldn’t reply he said “Not much double dutch” and then Jiro went to her desk as thought nothing out of the ordinary happened. Kaminari tried to do the same thing to him and Ectoplasm just went “Kaminari your shoe lace is undone-” Jiro was very amused

Powerloader and Hatsume:

-This one started out more like this - Powerloader: Who’s idiot kid is that?....*realises it’s Hatsume* Oh shit- THAT’S MY IDIOT KID-

-Hatsume showed up at the design studio and never left basically, so Powerloader got used to her. He knows Hatsume overworkers herself so he keeps spare energy bars, fruit and bags of crisps in the design studio. He brought a small microwave and kettle for the winter so Hatsume could make hot drinks and food since she insisted on finishing her ‘babies’

-Say’s he doesn’t worry but still insists she goes to recovery girl when she gets a scratch or blows up the studio, sometimes dragging her there himself, ranting all the way about how she’s an idiot. One day Hatsume ended up breaking her leg during a bad explosion and Powerloader very nearly had a heart attack-

He kept a close eye on her while she worked from a wheelchair at her desk

-Makes her wear a god forsaken jumper in the winter when the design studio is freezing, stupid dumb teenager you’ll catch your death of cold

Present Mic and Kaminari:

-This man is shameless with playing favourites

-He greets Kaminari with his signature finger guns and an enthusiastic “AAAYYYY KAMINARI!” Kaminari shoots finger guns back with an “Ayyyyy teach hozit hanging?!” Everyone in class knows Kaminari is a teachers pet despite how Kaminari insists he’s not

-Mic knows Kaminari has a crush on Jiro and Kaminari is an embaressed child who is like “omg msiter Mic STOP-” while Present Mic is coeing and being all like “Aw that’s adorable!”. He always puts Jiro and Kaminari together in group projects, Kaminari shoots him a flustered glare cuz Present Mic knows what he’s doing 

-Kaminari teaches him meme/slang language for laughs and everyone in class hates it, Kaminari finds it hilarious. Eventually Mic gets the hang of it but he sucked at using the language correctly at first 

-Calls him lil listener and Kaminari calls him loud mouth 

Midnight and Yaoyorozu

-Another teacher who is shameless with playing favourites

-Midnight being a teacher does have to enforce the dress code if she sees a student wearing their uniform incorrectly - loose tie, untucked shirt, odd brightly coloured socks, chockes, etc. Midnight really doesn’t care all that much if a student’s socks aren’t the sae colour as their shoes...buuut she’s a teacher so she has to enforce it. Except when it comes to Yaoyorozu. Yaoyorozu one day had to wear light blue socks into UA as her tights where damaged, and she was worried she’d be called out for not following the dress code. Midnight saw, and turned a blind eye. She was in the middle of telling someone off for not dressing correctly, saw Yaoyorozu with the odd coloured socks and went “-Oh hello Yaoyorozu you have a good day sweetheart! ^^”

-Always complients Yaoyorozu when she comes into class. Oooo did you try a new hair style? Honey it suits you! New note book, such cursive hand writting! Glad to see you got those new pair of shoes, trying a different shoe brand this time? Very stylish!

-Had been tempted to kick Mineta like a beech ball on more then one occasion when he wouldn’t back off from Yaoyorozu

-The kind of teacher to say “I taught her that~” when Yaoyorozu uses one of her combat techniques

-Girl gossip. She tries to guess who Yaoyorozu will get with, meanwhile Momo is just blushing and blabbering because that isn’t very appropriate for history work. Midnight bats a hand is like “Pft I’m the teacher I can gossip in my own lesson”. Puts her with Todoroki during group projects and she, like Mic, 100% knows what she’s doing

Hounddog and Shishida

-Hounddog: I am not soft....*holds up Shishida* EXCEPT FOR MY 1B CHILD WHO IS VERY STRONG AND HE’S GOING TO BE A HERO DON’T @ ME HE’S AMAZING-

-Encourages Shishida to let loose with his beast form, with his rish upbringing Shishida isn’t used to embracing his more wild and uncaring side, having been raised to always be propper and polite when not in combat. Hounddog geuenily puts in effort to be a little less grumbly around Shishida cuz he doesn’t wanna peer pressure him, he’s giving him time

-Keeps a spare cloth so Shishida can clean his glasses off when and if they get dirty from training

-I imagine Shishida having a quirk called beast and having a more posh upbringing prolly has a little bit of anxiety, having to always be polite and propper even with a quirk called Beast. Sometimes he vents to Hounddog about this and he listens, insisting that it’s better Shishida get it off his chest when he apologises for drowning on

-During training Hounddog basically throws him about like a beanie bag at first, Shishida was still a kid and Hounddog had years of experience. The day Shishida finally knocked him down with a hard punch to the side of Hounddog’s face he felt...bad. But Hounddog was beaming! Shishida may have cried a little bit

Snipe and Hagakure (picked hagakure inspired by a suggestion @snipe-enthusiast made a while ago)

- Protective af

-Hagakure screams the innocent dorky girl of 1A, and thought Snipe makes sure none of the girls deal with Mineta’s bull while he’s around he’s especially protective of Hagakure just cuz...well, have you seen the way she acts? She’s innocent, peppy, happy, cheerful, and Snipe does not want that tainted by Mineta’s preverted ways

-After the exam with Hagakure and Shoji Snipe apologized for what happened and so did Hagakure, admitting that she over-reacted. 

-Hagakure admits one day to Snipe that she’s worried she won’t make it as a hero cuz her quirk isn’t flashy like her classmates. Snipe reassures her by saying that no one thought he could be a hero when he was little (this headcannon was inspired by @frelmidja and a post this did with Snipe) - guns weren’t exactly considered heroic and he got teased in the beginning when his quirk first activated. He told Hagakure to keep working hard and that she had the potential and the drive to be a hero, Hagakure was very thankful for the reassurance

-Hagakure really wants to see what Snipe’s face is like and constantly asks him if he could take his mask off and show them, Snipe has yet to break and take off his mask but Hagakure is very persistant 

Cementoss and Bondo

-Chill babies, they sit and have tea together. 

-I imagine Bondo to be the kind of person to accidentally call Cementoss dad, it happened once during one on one training and he got so embarrassed. Cementoss kept telling him it was fine but Bondo left in a hurry after

-Bondo tried to make certian shapes out of his glue one time but ended up getting himself stuck, Cementoss helped him out and reassured a disheartened Bondo that everyone makes mistakes and that he was progressing well 

-Being one of the taller boys in 1B he often has to hold back Monoma from going over to 1A when Kendo isn’t around, often tries to diffuse conflict before it gets worse, Cementoss is very proud

-After one on one training the two go to the lunch hall to get a hot drink after cleaning themselves up, Bondo tries to bring a different type of tea sweet each time - something like biscuits or chocolate. Cementoss returns the favour by bringing Bondo manju to have after his training

Thirteen + Gunhead and Uraraka

-Proud mum and dad because I couldn’t decide between the two

-Uraraka researches into the affects of zero gravity and how to better use her power, due to this she’s become a bit of a space nut and enjoys thinks like star gazing. When she was a kid and saw Pro Hro Thirteen on the TV she was ecstatic! Her parents brought her a Pro Hero Thirteen plush on her seventh birthday, Uraraka still has that toy. One day the toy got misplaced in the students washing and got mixed up with the teachers, Thirteen was a bit confused why a plush of her - and a well loved one by how old it looked - ended up in the wash. Uraraka hurridly rushes over to explain when Thirteen comes into the students dorms asking if it belonged to anyone. When Uraraka explained she got it when she was younger cuz she’s a big fan of Thirteen...heart squeeze

-Asked Uraraka if she could teach her the gunhead martial arts move, Uraraka was so honored she got to teach one of her idols a combat move! Through the gunhead martial arts move Thirteen met Gunhead and the two become good friends

-One day when Gunhead is teaching Thirteen the martial arts move with Uraraka to help demonstrate Uraraka wanted to take a picture of them all together. Gunhead was too tall to fit into the picture so he kneeled down to be at the same height as Thirteen and Uraraka (he did bunny ears behind Thirteen’s head and Uraraka thought it was adorable)

-Gunhead pretty much puts two and two together with Uraraka having a crush on Midoryia, so one day when Thirteen mentions in passing conversation how giddy Uraraka gets when she’s around this one green haired kid Gunhead just chuckles behind his hand. Thirteen and Gunhead think it’s very sweet how Uraraka totally has a crush on him (unlike Mic and Midnight thoug they don’t force anything and let Uraraka figure things out on her own)

#MHA #MHA UA #UA Teachers #Teachers #Ectoplasm #Snipe #Midnight #Mic #Present Mic #Thirteen #Gunhead #Students #UA child #headcannons

[intheticklecloset]

The Great Academia Road Trip, Part 4 (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: When Kaminari flees from the friends he's playing cards with during a game night at a hotel, their ensuing chase and tickle attack leads to a conversation the electric blonde never knew he needed to have.

A/N: I really like this one because I think it highlights the importance of having conversations about your wants and boundaries before entering play with others. Plus it's cool character development for these three, and I like that, too. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,293

Part 1

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“Uno!”

“Agh, seriously?” Ojiro groaned, glancing at Kaminari’s single card with resigned frustration. “That’s the fifth one! How many of these do you plan to win?”

“All of them,” Denki replied with a smirk. “Obviously.”

Shinsou considered a moment, eyeing his hand. He had a draw four card, but he also had the color in play right now. Plus that would go to Ojiro anyway, and he didn’t want to rob his friend of the chance to stop Kaminari. Any other card he played would leave it up to Ojiro instead. He could reverse it, but that only risked Denki having the color in play and winning the game.

Finally he huffed out a sigh and tossed down a nine. “Good luck, man.”

Ojiro groaned again, hesitated, then decided to draw. A relieved look passed over his face for a brief moment before the reality of his choice settled in. He placed the wild card on the deck and thought for a long, hard moment, entering a staring contest with Kami, who just smirked at him in return.

“…blue,” Ojiro finally said.

Kami sighed, reached for the deck…then lay down his last card – also a wild card – and threw his hands in the air in victory. “Haha! Fifth win, baby!”

Both Ojiro and Shinsou groaned loudly, tossing down their unplayed hands in defeat.

“What the heck, Kaminari?” Shinsou asked. “You’re, like, the king of every game I ever play with you. First Mario Kart, now this?”

Kaminari smirked. “I’m just that good, my friend.”

Ojiro tried to share a glance with Shinsou, but the purple-haired boy was already gathering up the cards to shuffle them again. The blonde snuck his tail over to him under the table, brushing it along his side gently. Shinsou jolted and shot his eyes to him at last, and finally, an exchange of information without words took place.

“You know, Denki, I think there’s one game that both Shinsou and I could beat you at easily,” Ojiro challenged, knowing their friend would take the bait.

“Oh yeah? What is it? Bring it on, punks – I’ll be happy to wipe the floor with you again!” Kaminari grinned, winking to let them know he was kidding. Mostly.

Shinsou took his turn to smirk confidently. “You’re awfully cocky for someone so ticklish, you know.”

Denki froze, eyes going wide. He looked between the two of them, then around at the others in their class who were seated at separate tables in the dining room, each playing their own card or board game. After a long travel day, their teachers had decided to let them have the night off to rest and recuperate before the next round of training in the morning. Though no one had overheard their conversation, if Ojiro and Shinsou started tickling him, everyone in the room was going to tune in to their game.

“Um…c-can’t we talk about this?” Kami tried, turning back to them nervously. He’d had a chance to tell his other group of friends about his preference for lighter tickles, but he hadn’t told Ojiro or Shinsou yet, and if he brought it up now it would just look like a cop-out. “Please don’t attack me with tickles right now. I don’t want everyone to see me like that.”

Ojiro quirked a brow, shared another look with his partner in crime, and hummed. “Fine. Then the game we’ll play now is ‘keep quiet.’ While we play this next round of Uno, Shinsou and I will tickle you at random, and you have to keep quiet when we do or you automatically forfeit the round.”

Kaminari didn’t like his prospects, but it was better than the alternative, so he nodded. “S-Sure. Fine. I can still beat both of you.”

Shinsou shuffled, dealt, and began the next round of play without a word, though he was smirking slightly. Ojiro played, then Kami, then Shinsou, and so on, until the sparky blonde began to wonder when the first tickles would come. The longer they played, the more nervous he got, until finally Shinsou moved slightly, and Kaminari leapt out of his chair with a yelp that drew everyone’s attention to him anyway.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” Shinsou chuckled.

Denki backed away from the table, eyeing the dining room exit. “You said I had to keep quiet. You didn’t say I couldn’t run away.”

“Run away now,” Ojiro dared, “and we’ll hunt you down and tickle you whether others are watching or not.”

Kaminari considered for exactly one second.

Then he took off at a sprint for the door.

Lucky for him, they weren’t allowed to use their quirks in the hotel, otherwise he knew either one of them would have caught up with him immediately. As it was, Ojiro had to let his tail drag behind him and Shinsou couldn’t use his binding cloth to lasso him, so they all ended up running to the nearest set of stairs, darting up them as fast as they could. Kaminari’s heart was racing and the sounds of the chase were freaking him out, but he was determined to at least make it back to the room they were sharing for the night before anything went down.

Finally they reached the fifth floor, and Denki bolted into their blessedly empty room, Shinsou and Ojiro hot on his heels. Shinsou had the presence of mind to close the door behind them even as Ojiro tackled Kami to the ground and immediately started tickling.

“Be gehehehehehentle – be gehehehehentle, plehehehehease!” Denki shrieked through his giggles, squirming and kicking already. He thought maybe he could toughen up and take the harsher tickles he knew were coming his way for running, but now that he was here, he knew he couldn’t, and he hadn’t talked about a safe word with either of these friends yet, so he had to get the words out now. “No hahahahahahard tihihihickles, please! I’m seheheheheherious!”

Ojiro kept him pinned to the floor but eased up on his attack slightly, eyeing his friend with curiosity. “Hey…you okay, man?”

Shinsou knelt beside them both.

“I don’t care if you tickle me,” Denki said in a rush, embarrassed, just wanting to get it over with. “Just please don’t tickle hard. I don’t – I don’t like being made to scream and beg. I just want to laugh.”

Ojiro opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, Shinsou reached over and began carefully poking and prodding at Kami’s side and ribs. “Gentle tickles. You got it.”

Denki flopped onto the floor, out of breath from running so fast and now giggling quietly at the light touches, but his smile was genuine, and both of his friends could see it.

“You like soft tickles, huh, Denki?” Ojiro teased, carefully straddling him and motioning for Shinsou to take his arms. Once his torso was exposed, the blonde scribbled his fingers over his belly and hips. “Wouldn’t have thought you were the type.”

“I would’ve,” Shinsou said quietly. “I’ve spoken to some of our other mutual friends, and they told me you’re more ticklish than Midoriya. Knowing that, and knowing your personality, I assumed that if you liked tickling at all you’d probably like softer tickles due to your sensitivity.” He hummed. “Truthfully, I’m surprised Todoroki can stand being tickled like you tickled him earlier. He seems pretty sensitive himself.”

Kaminari giggled helplessly beneath them both, flushed red from Shinsou’s casual observations about how ticklish he was. He arched his back when Ojiro got a little too close to his waistline. “I c-cahahahahahan’t hehehehelp it,” he whined. “I juhuhuhuhust can’t tahahahahake anything rohohough.”

“Who said anything about helping it?” Shinsou asked.

“Yeah.” Ojiro smirked. “Everyone has their preferences. Even Kirishima has his limits, and we all know he loves being tickled until he’s screaming and crying. It’s all good, Denki. If you just want gentle tickles, we’ll tickle you gently. Doesn’t mean we’ll go easy on the teasing, though~”

Denki whined again. “Nohohohohohohoho, no teheheheheasing…” But he obviously didn’t mean it.

For the next several minutes the two of them tickled Denki into a happy, giggly stupor – so much so that at some point he even stopped resisting the teasing. He just let it all wash over him, let it consume him, let it take him to an elated plane of existence.

Then Ojiro’s tail brushed over his kneecaps, and he jolted right back down to Earth. “No! Nohohohoho, not the knehehehehehees!”

Ojiro lifted his tail. “Sorry. I promise I’ll be really soft, but if you’d rather not mess with that spot at all, I’ll leave it alone.”

Kami couldn’t stop giggling for Shinsou’s fingers in his underarms, but he took a moment to consider before replying. “G-Gehehehehentle,” he said at last, blushing. “My sahahahahafe word is rehehehehed.”

“A safe word?” Ojrio asked.

Shinsou nodded. “That’s a good idea, actually. I should have one of those.”

“Eheheheheveryone should. I t-thihihihihihink mohohohohost of us hahahahahave one if we’re tihihihihihickled enough for it to mahahahahatter.”

“Okay, red means stop for real. Got it.” Ojiro let his tail begin brushing over Kami’s kneecaps again, making the blonde arch his back with a squeal, giggles already bordering on laughter just from the lightest touch. “You okay?”

“Yehehehehehehehes!” Denki whimpered, grinning widely despite himself. “I’m okahahahahay!”

Shinsou took the opportunity to move down to his ribs while Ojiro let his tail brush a little more over his knees, making the blonde sputter and laugh and squirm beneath them.

“Frick, it tihihihihihihickles – it tickles so muhuhuhuhuhuch!” Kami squealed. “How dohohohoes eheheheheveryone do thihihihihis?!”

“What do you mean?” Ojiro asked.

“D-Deheheheheku and Tohohohodoroki and Kirishimahahaha – all of thehehehehem can take beheheheing tickled on their wohohohohorst spot for wahahahay longer than mehehehehe! How do thehehehehey do it?!”

“They just have different tolerance levels, that’s all.”

“It doesn’t make you any weaker for not liking it like they do,” Shinsou added quickly, firmly. “Again, everyone has their preferences. You can probably handle softer, teasing tickles way longer than they can. I know for a fact Midoriya can’t stand being teased and tickled at the same time.”

Ojiro flashed him a smirk. “Had a tickle fight with Deku, did you?”

“Yes. He lost, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

Kaminari suddenly felt like it was all too much, and he called out the safe word around a mouthful of giggles. The others let up immediately, and when he sat up, he sighed heavily, feeling worse than before. “Part of me kind of wants to be able to take that level of tickling. It looks fun on the outside, but when it’s actually happening to me I just can’t stand it. It feels more like torture than fun and I always bail immediately.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that,” Ojiro said firmly, grabbing his shoulder. “Just because a lot of others in our class like being tickled that hard doesn’t mean you have to. Think about Iida. He sits by and watches all of us laugh ourselves to death on the regular, but he never wants anyone to tickle him, and that’s perfectly valid. If you like it, you like it. If you don’t, you don’t. And it’s not like you hate tickling entirely – just the harsher stuff, right?”

Kami sighed. “Right.”

“If you start comparing your endurance levels to others in your class, then you’ve completely missed the point of tickling.” Shinsou spoke quietly but with conviction. “People tickle each other to make each other smile, laugh, and be happy. You can do that with soft tickles just as easily as hard ones. When do you feel happier – after someone pokes you lightly or digs into your worst spot without mercy for ten seconds?”

“Pokes me lightly,” Denki replied immediately, shuddering at the memory of the second option.

“Then that’s your tickle type.”

Ojiro and Denki both looked at Shinsou with blank stares. “Tickle type?”

“Yeah. Everyone’s got a different one. I like being tickled both roughly and gently, but sometimes I’m in the mood for different kinds. That’s my type.” The violet-haired boy looked to Ojiro. “You?”

“Um…I’ve never really thought about it,” Ojiro admitted, “but I guess…I’m only in the mood for it sometimes, and when I am I usually like to just go all-out tickle fight until someone surrenders.”

Shinsou nodded, looking to Kaminari next. “So, what’s your tickle type?”

Kaminari couldn’t explain why, but being asked that for the first time made him feel so much better, so much more confident and in control. “I…I’m in the mood for it whenever, as long as it’s gentle. I don’t like being made to beg for mercy or scream my lungs out. I just like being poked and tickled really softly. Sometimes for prolonged periods if I just want to giggle mindlessly for a while.”

Once he was done, Shinsou nodded again. “See? Three different people, three different tickling preferences. It’s not about how much you can take. It’s about how much you want, and what kind you want. All that matters is that you’re comfortable and having fun. That looks different for everyone. You should ask Midoriya and Todoroki what their types are sometime. I’m sure their answers will be really different. They may even surprise you.”

After a beat of silence, Denki offered him a smile. “You know, you’re wise beyond your years, Shinsou.”

“Thanks.”

Ojiro asked, “So have you had enough for tonight? Or would you like us to tickle you more?”

Denki flushed pink and averted his eyes, but replied, “I…wouldn’t mind a little more. Now that I’m feeling better about it.”

Shinsou and Ojiro shared one more knowing look. Then they wrapped Kaminari up in a tickly group hug that had him giggling and squirming happily for a long, long time.

~~~

Part 5

#fanfiction #tickle fic #boku no hero #my hero academia #bnha #mha #denki #kaminari #hitoshi #shinsou #ojiro #conversations #boundaries #respect #communication #important #soft tickles #game night #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[yourwildsimp]

sweet confessions

includes: aizawa, y/n

warnings: mentions of nightmares

length: 1,986 words

summary: with neither of you able to sleep, trapped words are finally allowed to slip like melted butter.

Four in the morning was not the time to be up, especially on a work night. Well, a workday at this point. You should be in bed, surrounded by the fluffiest, warmest blankets on the softest mattress you could afford.

And yet? Here you were in the bathroom, washing your face with warm water, for what was the third time in a row. It was as if you were trying to slowly drown yourself. A yawn left your lips, strong enough to rock your body with violent yet satisfying shudders. You cursed your insomnia. You knew you were tired, so why couldn’t you fall asleep?

Something clattered in the kitchen, a hushed swear which broke the stillness of the shared apartment soon followed.

Was he up, too?

Your face heated up at the thought of your roommate. There had always been a spark between the two of you, but both of you dodged any confrontation. It was like fate danced you both around each other, curious to see who would take charge. Who would finally end this little game of cat and mouse? You didn’t think you had enough confidence to be the one to put a stop to the games you were playing and admit how hard you’ve fallen for him.

However, as life tugs you both along, curious things unfold.

You cracked open the bathroom door to peep out, holding your breath in case he was just outside. This was new to you, as Aizawa was typically asleep for as long as he could be. His record is 19 hours straight after a hard mission. Your record was nine hours, and you were damn proud of yourself for it, too.

You carefully stepped out after turning off the light, trying to creep back to your bedroom without getting caught. It’s not like you wanted to avoid Aizawa, you just didn’t want him to catch you up this late again. Though as soon as you took your first step out into the hallway, he spoke, the words making you freeze like a deer in headlights.

“What are you doing awake at this hour?” You swallowed around the lump in your throat as you stood straight.

“I thought you didn’t know I was up,” you said with a grin, but Aizawa could see how tired you were.

“I’m a pro-hero,” he hummed, a coffee mug warming his hands. “It’s almost insulting that you thought I didn’t notice you. Now, why are you up?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Pro-hero,” you retorted, earning a worn chuckle. The distant look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know to understand why he was awake as well.

Nightmares.

You knew all too well that Aizawa’s night terrors were a force to be reckoned with. On some nights he even woke up screaming or falling out of bed. Aizawa’s dreams were the only thing that could get such a strong reaction from him.

“Drinking coffee this late can’t be good for you,” you said, changing the subject rather quickly while you headed into the kitchen with your roommate. “Doesn’t a hero with your status need to stay healthy?”

“It’ll keep me up,” he murmured with a strange sort of solemnness infecting his tone.

You couldn’t stop the empathetic look from tainting your face even if you wanted to. You hated nothing more than watching as the hero business ate away at your best friend.

“Hey.” His voice took you from your thoughts. “We’re already up this late, and I doubt either of us will sleep soon, so. . .” Aizawa trailed off as you looked up at him. “So, come sit on the roof with me. Only for a bit.”

Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor before you caught yourself and nodded. You hoped that you didn’t look too head over heels for him, but little to your knowledge, Aizawa found your reaction cute.

“Sure, alright,” you said with a small smile, trying to sound nonchalant. You didn’t, but Aizawa didn’t comment on it, sparing your pride. “Ah, wait, let me grab a hoodie-”

“Don’t bother,” he said, just loud enough for you to hear him.

A smirk tainted your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest and accusingly leaned towards him.

“Oh, so you want me to freeze? That isn’t very heroic, mister.” The way you raised your eyebrows got him to spill a chuckle.

“I do not. You can just wear mine."

Leaving the conversation at that, he turned away before you ever saw the pink hue that dusted his face. It took you a second to let his words process before you were following after him like a lost puppy.

It's not a big deal. He's just being friendly and giving, as always. That's the lie you've always told yourself.

“How do we get up on the roof?" You asked as he led you on the small back porch.

Your small smile dropped entirely as he jumped and grabbed the edge of the roof, pulling himself up with practiced ease.

"All right, asshole, not everyone is a pro-hero, so-" You cut yourself off as soft cloth suddenly wrapped around you, acting as a safety harness.

He lifted you to the roof without breaking a sweat. And to be honest, that boosted your confidence by a few points.

"Such foul language doesn't belong in a pretty mouth like yours," Aizawa murmured, his calloused hands carefully pulling his scarf off of your shoulders. He left the cloth on your waist for you to take care of, as he didn't want to overstep any boundaries.

The scarf was the furthest thing from your mind as you hoped the dark sky hid your heavy blush.

He said I was… Pretty. Aizawa… called me pretty.

"You, um…" You tried to start a conversation to distract Aizawa from the fact you weren't removing his scarf. "You got up here stupidly fast. Do you do this often?"

He didn't comment on the matter of his scarf, silently using it to justify why he was sitting this close to you.

"I'm a stealth hero. I'm always jumping rooftop to rooftop," he reasoned, heavy eyes taking in the ever so familiar landscape.

"That's not what I asked," you prodded gently. "Do you come up here often, this late at night?"

You wanted him to trust you, to tell you what was obviously plaguing his thoughts or what had scared him sleepless this time. You were well aware trust wasn't given easily, especially for someone like him. Someone who's been hurt time and time again.

His jaw shifted, and you were too concerned about his mental health to think of how handsome he was with his sharp features.

"Sometimes. When the dreams aren't incredibly terrible," he muttered after a thick swallow.

You hummed to let him know that you understood, your body shifting a minuscule closer to his warmth. He noticed, and without a word pulled his hoodie over his head. You two were sitting so close that you needed to lean to the side to avoid getting elbowed.

"Hey, what are you-"

He smiled gently as he set the article in your lap, and the sight alone shut you up. He was gorgeous, basking in the never-sleeping city lights.

"Didn’t I tell you? You can wear my jacket if you're cold."

Be still your beating heart, because if it didn’t soon, you were sure he'd think someone was knocking at the door with how loud it was pounding against your ribs.

With a painfully flustered chuckle to fill the silence, you put it on. And, God, you'd be content dying surrounded by his scent of heavy rain and the forest. A small thank you filtered off your tongue. Using the visual excuse of adjusting how it pooled at your hips, you shifted ever closer.

"You know-"

"Sometimes-"

You had both gone to speak at the same time, earning a soft giggle from you and a deep chuckle from him.

"You go first," you offered with a gentle smile.

"Only if you go after, no matter what," he playfully demanded.

As you agreed, you watched his eyes lingered on you, something indescribable dancing behind the walls of charcoal. With a deep breath, he faced the horizon.

"Sometimes when I drive, I'll turn on the radio. Just to have some background noise. I don't pay attention to it, though, because most of the music is shit," Aizawa started, something in his chest swelling as you chuckled at him. "But then, when I was sitting in the UA teacher's parking lot, something hit me as I listened to a sappy song."

"What? That you're getting old?" You teased, trying to break some of the tension in his shoulders.

"I realized that all of a sudden, every love song was about you."

Your soft gasp sounded like a nuclear bomb to him and he screwed his eyes shut. He knew he should've stayed in bed.

"I..." Aizawa moved to stand. "I should go back to sleep," he finished rather quickly.

Your nibble fingers gripped his pants leg and he froze entirely, like a child who’d been caught eating candy past midnight.

"Hey… What happened to our little deal?" Your caring tone caused him to hesitate. "Please, Shouta, won't you hear what I have to say?"

Shouta. How pretty it sounded rolling off your tongue.

He swayed in the morning breeze, the very beginning of a sunrise highlighting his dark features. And then he sat, avoiding looking at you at all costs.

"As I was going to say before I was thankfully interrupted," you began, adjusting the sleeves of your (his) jacket. You took a deep breath, hyping yourself up to finally fess up as he did. "You know when you look at a kitten, you think of Shinsou? Or when you see candy apples, you think of Eri?" You asked, earning a stiff nod.

"Everything has started reminding me of you. From sleep bags to your favorite dark chocolates, and baggy clothes like the ones you rarely allow me to borrow, or a coffee mug you'd like. You're always running through my mind," you took a breath, needing to get some air after your fast-paced rant.

You both sat in heavy silence, the dew in the grass glinting from the rays of marigold that poured over the horizon.

"Can I do something stupid?" He asked quietly, shifting in his spot.

" 'Course. It's about time we swapped roles," you humored.

Smokey-colored eyes bored into yours as he faced you, Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. You'd never seen him so… beautifully revealing.

Suddenly you were surrounded by warmth, Aizawa no longer looking at you. He hugged you so desperately, it was as if he thought you'd leave him. He scruff tickled your neck as he nuzzled into you, but you couldn't care less.

The way you didn't need to think twice about returning the hug made him smile against your skin. You both sat there on the roof, basking in rays of fresh morning sunlight, never letting go of each other.

"It was about losing you," Aizawa breathed, breaking the blissful silence. "My nightmare… In it, I had lost you forever."

You closed your eyes, one hand tenderly massaging his scalp with the other held him closer to you. "I'm right here, Shouta. I'm not going anywhere," you reassured, feeling his breathing pattern calm. "You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah…" He whispered, voice heavy with sleep and concern.

"Let's get back to bed, okay?" You murmured, feeling the weight of your feelings change from suffocating to soaring.

"Not yet. Please… I just wanna stay with you." Aizawa pulled you impossibly closer and you smiled.

"Whatever you wish, but don't blame me when you're sore tomorrow." You felt him chuckle as his eyes drooped shut.

" 'm always sore anyways."

#comfort #aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #mha fluff #boku no hero fluff #poor baby really just needs a hug

[monst]

Can you do Shinsou, Aizawa, and Dabi for waking in in your sleeping in the nude as well? I love this little series so much

What are Pyjamas?

All characters 18+

Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta, Dabi x reader. 

Warnings: Voyeurism, Noncon touching, questionable actions. Sexy times themes. Lol they’re under the cut since they ended up longer than I anticipated. Lol I couldn’t help myself and connected Dabi’s Hc with TDS Christmas pt1 :P 

Shinsou Hitoshi 

Tired, You were beyond tired. You knew you weren’t the only one as you had worked late into the morning with Shinsou again. You didn’t know how the pro-hero did it but damn you were exhausted. Your only solace was that this night had ended in the capture of the villain the both of you had teamed up to pursue

It was well about three in the morning and the trains had stopped running meaning that you had two choices, walk home or crash at the agency. You would have called a cab but your cell was out of commision due to the fight earlier that day. That and you chose the perfect day to leave your wallet at home so you couldn’t stay the night at a hotel. 

“My place is nearby. You can stay the night.” Shinsou had offered for the millionth time. He knew you were a prude and you cared a lot about your public image but you were falling asleep standing up and he was genuinely concerned. He was relieved when you had finally agreed. “I don’t know why you didn’t agree the first time I offered.” He huffed unlocking his door. “I don’t want people to assume that I'm sleeping with higher ranking heros to get my name up there you know that Hitoshi.” 

He let you be and offered to let you sleep in his room. But you refused to even touch the bed. Why? “I’m not going to sleep all filthy.” You pouted. You were really high maintenance but Shinsou didn’t mind. In fact he figured that it was probably a good idea if he washed off the day’s collected grime as well. You had insisted that he go first as it was his home. You waved him off when he pulled the ‘your my guest’ card.  

He didn’t take long and soon you found yourself inside the clean bathroom. Your clothes were on the ground and you had decided to draw yourself a bath. When you slipped into the warm water you sighed blissfully, the epsom salt in the water doing wonders to ease the strain of your sore muscles. Man you could soak here for hours…..

Shinsou had made tea. A soothing blend of valerian root and star anise. He loved the herbal mix and figured you’d appreciate it as it helped to relax your body and aided in a good night's rest… He had drank his tea a while ago and you tea sat there getting cold… He was beginning to worry. He hadn’t heard a crash indicating that you fell.... But he figured he should check up on you regardless. 

“(Name)?” He had tried the door but you didn’t answer. His hand tried the door knob and he realized the door was unlocked. “(N-Name) I’m coming in okay?” He pushed the door open and squeezed his eyes shut… He didn’t hear a scream… He opened a purple eye. His jaw dropped. Color rushed to his cheeks as the bubbles had died and left your nude form visible. His eyes observed your form and before he could get any ideas he shook his head. 

“Honestly (Name).” He sighed. “You have no idea how badly this could have ended.” He reprimanded your unconscious form. He looked at his face in the mirror and frowned as his entire face was rouge even the tips of his ears were a fiery red. “I… I guess I can’t just leave you in there.” He flushed, moving closer to the tub. “Jeez you look like I murdered you.” He snickered trying to calm his racing heart. 

You were still sudsy and his eyes lingered on your exposed breasts. He bit his lip and told himself he wasn’t a pervert as he drained the tub. His face was hot as he noticed how the water left your skin glowing. He rolled up his sleeves and turned on the tab allowing the warm water to run. He pulled his hair back and grabbed a cup he kept at the edge of the tub and proceeded to clean you off.  

His hands lingered against your skin as he couldn’t help but think that you were gorgeous. He had imagined you nude from time to time but he wasn’t holding his breath on seeing you so vulnerable before him. Your breasts were so soft, his fingers brushed against your nipples experimentally and he flushed at the soft sigh that escaped your lips. He pulled back to roll up his pajama pant legs and he hopped in the tub raising your legs to wash the soap off. 

“You even look good down here.” he mused brushing his fingers against your damp clit. “Hmm” He pulled back and continued his task. It was then that he realized he would have to change. He heaved your body up and out of the tub being careful so he didn’t fall. He smiled as you clung to him, nuzzling your cheek to his now damp shirt. “Your a handful (Name)... Literally.” He chuckled bringing you into his room to dry you off. 

He took the time to memorize your body before slipping one of his shirts onto your frame. He gave your cheek a kiss as he covered you with the warm blanket. “Sleep well (Name)” He hummed walking out of the room and laying on the couch…. A slow smile slipped onto his face as he recalled your nude form. He knew you’d be in his dreams for days to come. He just hoped that one day it’d be you sliding your hand into his pants to take care of him.. 

Aizawa Shouta 

You were hurt. Or so that’s what he was told. Apparently you had taken your class to help aid in recovering survivors of a landslide. To everyone’s relief no one was hurt. Everyone was helped out of the situation but the villain that caused the slide was still in the area. And like any hero you moved before you could think. It was amazing how you protected everyone and apprehended the villain but you didn’t leave unscathed. 

While fighting the hero who manipulated earth you were caught in a bind. You managed to break free but you he had fractured a couple of your ribs. After the situation was resolved you brought to Recovery girl. A stupid grin was on your face. Well Recovery girl called it stupid. She told you that you shouldn’t be so reckless and that you didn’t have to take on the villain by yourself just to impress your class.

“Oh come on I kicked ass.” You grinned. “And I looked good doing it- Ouch!” She had poked your bruised torso and you grimaced. “I should leave you like this” She frowned. “Please don’t I have a test I need to give my students tomorrow.” You smiled sheepishly. Recovery girl’s lips touched your skin and you felt better. Your chest was still tender and bruised but your bones had started to repair themselves. 

“It would be better if you stayed here for the night. Try not to move around too much so that you can heal faster.” She instructed. “I don’t want to see you here again (Name) Your not a child to be fighting recklessly.” “Yeah, yeah” You frowned loosening the strings of your medical gown to get a look at the black and blue bruise. When she left you busied yourself with a book. “Damn I really wish I had my phone.” You yawned. You kept on reading till the words blurred and you drifted off. 

When Aizawa had heard of your ‘hospitalization’ he was concerned. But even though Nemuri told everyone you were fine he wanted to check up on you. “Sensei! Ms. (Lastname) Dropped her phone when she fought that villain.” a student had told him, handing your phone to him… Well at least now he had an excuse to visit you without anyone becoming suspicious. 

It was late when he decided to visit you. He had made sure no one was around and he also made sure all of his students were sleeping before he left. He stalked through the dark hallways making his way to your room your phone in his pocket. When he got near the room he frowned an annoyed sigh passing through his lips. You seemed to have the same bad habit as he did, staying up late into the night. He pushed the door open to scold you.

To his surprise you were asleep, soft snores escaping your lips. He shook his head a soft smile coming to his lips. He went to pull away the curtain to put your phone on the coffee table beside you and when he did he paused. His eyes widened in shock. He wasn’t disappointed but he was surprised nonetheless.  

The knots of your gown has been undone leaving your body completely bare. “Usually people have their undergarments on underneath.” He mused removing the book that covered your chest. “But then again you aren’t most people.” He snickered. A frown was set on lips as he made out the discoloration of your bruise. Hie fingers brushed against the bruise and you groaned in discomfort. 

“Look at what they did to your beautiful skin.” He frowned tracing the areas lightly. “Shouta” You mumbled sleepily. He scoffed pinching your nipple making you gasp. “You're always causing trouble.” He muttered trailing his fingers down your body. “I don’t know why I was surprised.” He grinned. “You’ve love being naked.” He would know. Not everyone was aware but the two of you were lovers. And as your lover he wasn’t pleased that you put yourself in harms way when others could have helped you. 

“I should punish you for that, for making me worry.” He whispered his fingers brushing against you slick folds. He rolled his eyes when he felt how wet you were. His dark eyes turned to look at what you were reading before you went to bed. Erotica, of course. You really had no shame reading such a book in public. “S-Shouta~” You hummed as his fingers began to circle your clit. 

“Even as you sleep you know who you belong to.” He mused. “Nnngh” He buried his fingers deep inside your cunt watching as your face scrunched up in pleasure while you slept. “You're so careless.” He frowned thrusting his fingers into your tight heat while his fingers pressed against your sensitive clit. He leaned down to brush his lips against your ear and bit down lightly. “Anyone could have walked in on you like this.” 

“Ah~” He felt your walls pulse around his fingers in warning. And just as you were about to cum you woke. You looked around in confusion. You were panting and your body felt hot. “W-What the?” You noticed your phone on the desk next to the book you read and on the chair beside the desk was a familiar scarf. “Oh shit.” You gasped your blood running cold. You turned your head to the other side and caught the red eyes of your lover. “Oh shit? Is that all you have to say?” “H-Hi b-babe? H-how’s it going?”

Dabi

 Dabi’s breath came out in ragged pants as he looked around the corner. ‘Shit!’ he thought as he saw the heroes drawing closer. He was all out of gas and if he knew if he tried to take out the one coming closer then he’d get cornered by the others. Dabi wasn’t stupid he knew he wouldn’t be able to take all of them on. His blue eyes looked around wildly. ‘Think, think, think!-’ He recognized that chinese store. 

His eyes lit up as a smirk graced his scarred features. It seemed as though he would have to pay you an impromptu visit. Surprisingly enough his noodle arms were strong enough to heave him over gates as he made his way to your residence. Once the building was in sight he wasted no time in climbing up the fire escape. And just as the voices of the heros turned the corner he was closing your window shut, dodging when a flashlight shined in his direction. 

Man he was so glad that he had busted your window the last time he visited. Come to think of it the last time he visited he was also an unwanted guest, the thought made him grin. He didn’t bother turning on the light as he opened your fridge. His eyes caught sight of your tupperware and he pulled it out. He had hit the jackpot, it was homemade. The barbarian didn’t even bother to use the microwave instead he heated up the glass with his flames to cook the food. 

You were a good cook he mused as he browsed through the channels on your t.v. He wondered about what you’d say if you woke up to see him eating your food and watching a sitcom in your living room. A snicker escaped his lips as he compared his invasion of your home to goldilocks. Well? That wasn’t a bad idea. He might as well complete the story by taking your bed as well. 

Locked. He had to give you credit you were smart to lock your bedroom door. But Dabi was a man of many villainous talents and picking a lock was like stealing candy from a baby… A baby who had a deathgrip. Why was the lock being so bitchy? You must have done something. You were a crafty one so he was willing to bet you did something. “You think your so slick don’t you sugar plum.” He frowned. He worked at the lock for a couple of minutes till it finally clicked. 

When he turned the knob and stepped inside he almost tripped. “Fucking energy lights” He hissed as the shoes glitched in a flash of blue. Your room was a mess. And he had to dodge everything but legos to make it to your bed. His eyes made out your form on the bed but the soft glow of your laptop was more appealing. Your bed was right next to your dresser and it seemed like you had the laptop angled towards you before you fell asleep. “Let’s see what you were watching before you went to sleep sweetheart.” He chuckled. 

Great you had a password. He had failed twice but then recalled the name of the soup kitchen you volunteered at. “Typical.” He snorted watching as the screen displayed a play button. He wondered what a goodie toe-shoes like you watched. Who knows maybe you watched fighting tactics and that’s how you got out of his hold the first time you met. The video buffered a bit before playing and a lo whistle left his lips. “Well hello.” He grinned watching as the girl in the video spread her legs wider. The other actress licked a stripe up the girls cunt and she let out an exaggerated moan. 

“How naughty.” He chuckled sitting on the edge of your bed to browse through your history. “This kinky bitch.” He muttered as he read the thumbnails of the videos you had watched. He turned his head to chide your sleeping self “Not so innoce-” His words died in his throat. How the fuck didn’t he notice before? His eyes ran up and down your exposed body and he hummed in satisfaction at what he saw. “You know you look a lot better like this than with those ugly ass clothes.” He mumbled. 

It was then that he caught sight of the crumbled towel at the foot of your bed. But what really surprised him was the object near your thigh. “You lewd bitch.” He scoffed as he wrapped his fingers around the large neon blue dildo. It was big. Bigger than he was. He was curious. There was no way this whole thing fit up your pussy. Right? Well you know what they say right? Curiosity killed the cat. 

He dug around your drawer till he found your ill concealed lube. “Sparkling cherry.” he rolled his eyes. The heathen didn’t even bother taking off his shoes as he climbed on top of your bed. His warm hands took the underside of your knees and he pulled you closer all while spreading your legs. You looked so different like this. When he had started keeping tabs on you it was strictly to make sure you didn’t spill the beans on who he was watching that one christmas morning. He wasn’t planning on enjoying your company nor did he foresee himself in this position with you. You were always just a...Friend?

“A safe haven.” He muttered as he doubted his actions. He swallowed thickly an odd sense of guilt flooding his body. You were someone he could count on. Someone he came to rant to, someone who gave him warm meals and no matter how enticing you looked and despite the fact that he had a raging hard on and he wanted nothing more than to shove the toy up your cunt.. He couldn’t… Dabi huffed in annoyance and went to move from on top of you. 

“Pussy.” He heard you slur. His electric blue eyes shot to yours quickly. His jaw dropped. You were awake!?!? “You bitch were you awake the whole time?” He hissed. “Your loud as fuck. But no I woke up when you touched me. Your hands are insanely hot.” You commented. Well.. Since you were now awake that changed things. “Well?” “Well what?” He frowned. “Are you gonna put it in or not?” You grinned. He mirrored your smirk “You asked for it twinkle toes.” “Seriously!? Would you stop calling me tha-Ah~” 

I guess Dabi got his answer :P

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[nukapind]

Just found your writing and I am obsessed! I loved your "Mother Knows Best" work! I thought a similar one with Shinsou Hitoshi would be funny, except it's like Aizawa and Eri trying to play the wingman/woman/child, I'm a sucker for the EraserMic family to be honest! Sorry if this is too specific, have a nice day xx

Little Bird (Shinsou x Reader)

I know its been a very long while since I’ve posted anything, I am in a bit of a rut and haven’t written in months but I was able to get a little bit of inspiration today!

In the meantime, requests are open and this was crossposted to my AO3.

(g/n reader, gender is not specified)

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“Your cheeks are red.” “I’m just cold, it’s fine.” Hitoshi grumbled, shuffling Eri in his arms to knock his free hand against the door of the Class 1A dormhouse. Eri looked down at her sweater before shyly back up at Hitoshi with her wide eyes. “Do you want my sweater?” He held back a snort at the thought before shaking his head. “I think I’ll be fine, thank you though.” A small hum left her, and he shuffled her in his arms slightly. It was a miracle to Shinsou how far Eri had come under Aizawa’s watch. She used to be terrified of Hitoshi at the beginning, not that he blamed her.

And funnily enough, now she seemed to prefer him over Mirio or Izuku.

The door opened to reveal Izuku, Uraraka, and Tsuyu with wide smiles. “Eri! I’m so glad to see you again!” At the sound of Deku’s voice, Eri’s grip on Hitoshi’s shirt instantly tightened.

Here we go again.

“Eri, you gotta let go, I have to go practice with Aizawa.” “I can go with you, please?” Sighing through his nose, he shook his head. “C’mon, what if I drop by the store and get some apples?” She seemed to ponder it for a second, before shaking her head. This little clingy stage she was going through was simultaneously his most and least favorite.

“Well aren’t you a good big brother?”

He immediately stiffened at the cooing that came from behind the trio, your voice making his cheeks burn slightly. “Hitoshi and Mr. Aizawa took me to the park, and he pushed me on the swings. I went so high, it was fun!” Eri grinned, the feeling of your eyes focused intently on him made him cringe.

But then again, your attention on him didn’t feel terrible. He hadn’t felt this watched since the sports festival, with all the audience and cameras watching him— even then that did seem less stressful than your eyes focused on him.

“Toshi, you’re red again.” Eri innocently mentioned, patting his cheeks slightly. Taking advantage of the distraction, he quickly set her down with a sigh before crouching down to her level. “I’ll pick you up in a couple of hours. Get Midoriya to call if anything happens, okay?” She immediately nodded with a smile.

“Aw c’mon Shinsou, do you not trust us?” Your smile was bright as your fingers combed through Eri’s hair gently, and until that moment he’d never been this jealous over a child. “I know better than to trust you guys, don’t get her into any trouble.” He kept his voice flat despite the anxiousness in his chest. “I’ll make sure she stays out of trouble.” Reluctantly he nodded, getting up from his crouch, nudging Eri inside.

“Don’t forget my apples!” He sighed, smiling slightly as the door shut in front of him. Eri really had come so far these last few months, already becoming much more vocal with her wants than she had ever been since he’d met her.

If only he could be the same.

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Practice was brutal: hand to hand combat was never his favorite and Aizawa was definitely exploiting his lack of speed. With practice and running off campus to get the promised fruit, the sun was already setting and the only sound was the buzzing of the lights. 

UA was peaceful for once, his mind itself was peaceful for once. He’d been promised his spot in the hero course, he had a mentor teaching him, and he had Eri to bring some brightness in his life. Then again, it wasn’t quite everything he wanted.

Everything he was wanting was sitting right there on the steps of the 1A dormhouse, holding onto a sleeping Eri tightly.

“You two should be inside, you know better L/n.” He hoped his voice hid the excitement he felt as you stood up, his arms instantly taking Eri into his own arms, her head resting on his shoulders. “Well I would have waited inside, but you were running late and she got worried about you.” He softened ever so slightly, a grunt leaving him in acknowledgment. “So why is it you out here instead of Midoriya?” “Would it be bad to say I wanted to see you?” That got the flush back on his face and neck, mouth pressed into a thin line at that. 

Would it be so bad if he liked that answer? Would it be bad to say he wanted to see you as well?

“Do what you want, I have to get Eri home.” He regretted the words as soon as he said them, but they didn’t seem to deter you all that much— seeing as you were already following right behind him as he started to make his way to the teachers’ dorms. “I’ll come with!” Was everyone in 1A this friendly? 

Of course, he didn’t mind it all too much when it was you tagging along with him.

A comfortable silence washed over the two of you, the only interruption being the sound of Eri’s quiet snoring as she snoozed away. Footsteps on the concrete and the light breeze rolling in only made his inner anxieties quell. “You know… Eri really adores you, you’re all she’d talk about today.” You hummed, eyes darting over to take in the sight of Shinsou holding the girl he practically thought of as a little sister. If you’d known better, it almost seemed like he was taking on a more fatherly role than just a caretaker. 

“She’s not good at keeping secrets you know.” You cheekily added, making him nearly stop in his tracks. He had no secrets, or at least no secrets that he’d told Eri. His own eyes glanced at you quickly before focusing back on the path before him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lamely mumbled, ignoring the feeling of you watching him.

“Well… a little bird told me that you like it when I’m around, and that’s the reason you drop her off every Sunday.” Hitoshi grimaced, in hindsight maybe he shouldn’t have always jumped at the opportunity to go to the 1A dorms, and he especially should have hidden it more from Eri.

But he didn’t, and now he had two options: tell the truth, or ruin any chance he had with you.

“What about it?” He could feel the grin on your face, your hand carefully linking around his arm as to not interrupt his hold on Eri. “I like spending time with you too Shinsou.” His corner of his lips quirked up slightly as your body pressed into his side.

“Good to know.”

Being late was worth the scolding he’d gotten from Aizawa.

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I think Tumblr ate my last request, and unfortunately, I don't remember what it was :/.... So here's a new one:

If you write for Monoshin, could you please write some hcs of them with their female s/o (poly relationship) who loves rain but is terrified of thunder (as in, so terrified, she tries to go hide in or under something) ? I don't mind if the ending is nsfw or sfw (although...both would be nice....). Thank you, and I apologize if I'm being annoying with requests 😅 (seriously, please tell me if I am, and I'll back off)!

Hi again! I don't mind you sending multiple request, it's a great way to help me expand my writing. So feel free to request more! (You aren’t annoying. Say that about yourself again I will fight you 🔫)

And let me just say that it was a pleasure to write more smut for the two underrated boys.

MonoShin With A S/o Who’s Scared Of Thunder

Fluff and NSFW

Monoma and Shinsou were very busy people.

Both pro heroes, both married, both married to the same person.

The chaos that ensued when they revealed that they were both marrying you.

Everyone was happy but that meant that their families would make an issue to how the ceremony would look.

Anyways, since the very beginning of your relationship, Monoma and Shinsou made it very clear that it would only work if you were all communicating. You agreed to that fully with them.

You all started to date during your UA days.

During the first few times, you all slept in the same dorm, you all discovered something interesting about yourself specifically.

It was a relaxed day and the outside world was coming to life with heavy rain.

Monoma was helping you out with your skincare routine while Shinsou was brushing your hair.

It was peaceful, a calm drizzle outside that helped calm down the three of you after a long day.

Earlier, you had been walking with a small skip to your step in the rain.

It felt pleasant.

The cold water that fell without an end on you had some charm to it that made you overjoyed.

So overjoyed that you had forced your boyfriends to follow you.

Their priority wasn’t to hide from the rain but to make sure you didn’t trip and fall on the wet concrete.

They dragged you inside one you were soaked and helped dry you up.

BOOM.

A loud crash was heard and a bright light lit up the room.

Monoma and Shinsou were startled but laughed at the moment of fear the noise had induced.

They directed themselves toward you but you weren’t in between them anymore.

“Y/n?” The boys searched for you and they found you hiding in the closet.

Monoma laughed at you while Shinosu chuckled.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Shinsou asked. Monoma was about to laugh even harder when thunder struck again, causing him to choke on his laugh.

You shrieked again and took some of the hanging clothes to cover your head with.

Shinsou smacked Monoma on the back of the head and went into the closet to comfort you. Monoma, on the other hand, continued to choke and once he got some of his breath back he follows suit.

That was years ago.

You were all now sleeping in your penthouse, under the covers on the two pro heroes’ day off.

You laid in between them, head resting on Monoma as his arms held you close and Sshinsou doing the same but with his face buried into your neck.

Usually, they would set up a day full of fun and relaxation for the three of you.

But they were both too tired and you yourself were too comfortable to get up and do anything.

That’s when the piece was disrupted.

The loud noise from outside woke you up but kept the two pros sound asleep.

You quickly got up from the bed and looked aimlessly for somewhere to hide.

Your warmth didn’t go unnoticed though.

Shinsou was the first to wake up.

He reached out for you but found your usual spot in between him and Monoma empty.

He got up and opened his eyes. You weren’t beside them.

Shinsou got up and started to look in different secluded spots in the penthouse.

You told them about your fear of thunder after the first incident back in UA. So this was nothing new.

He found you in one of the bathrooms downstairs and asked if he could come in. Once inside he lifted you from the floor and placed you in his lap.

“Everything’s ok Y/n. I’m here, I’ll take care of you.” He wrapped an arm around you and brushed your hair out of your face.

Light kisses were placed on your neck as a distraction from the thunder booming outside.

The gentle touches making your skin burn hot and your stomach do flips.

“Toshi.” You moaned. It only made him want to hear more of you.

NSFW Below (Minors DNI)

W: Strap On, Bottom Monoma

Shinsou bucked his hips up towards you.

Your pussy twitched as you felt the outline of his dick.

You tried moving up and getting away from him, you were a bit overwhelmed with the pleasant feeling.

But Shinsou wouldn’t let you. He grabbed onto your hips with a tight grip and pushed them down onto his covered sex.

“Common sweetheart. I know I can make you forget for a while. Will you let me?” His mouth was next to your ear. Whispering an attractive offer you would never say no to.

“Yes.” You whispered out.

Shisnous hands moved away from hips and arms wrapped themselves around you instead.

He buried his face into your neck and he continued to buck into you while pushing you down onto himself.

Light moans escaped his lips while your eyes hazed with lust.

After minutes of teasing the weather outside became violent. Shinsou and you didn’t care.

His dick was buried inside of you as you moved up and down it.

He looked so beautiful under you. Panting and moaning. Voice deep and rumbling.

It was that same rumbling in his chest that helped ground you and comfort you as you ignored the sounds from outside.

“Y-y/n, ple-asee. Give me m-more of your tight pussyy.” You indulged him as he fucked into you desperately.

He held onto your chest and thrust his hips into you violently.

He had your legs shaking and weak as he himself felt his own body begin to break under the blind pleasure.

“T-toshi, give me m-ore!” You brokenly asked. He gladly went harder.

Monoma woke up alone in bed and got up to look for his two missing spouses.

Even from upstairs, he could hear your moans.

He smiled to himself and grabbed something from one of the drawers.

“This should help.” He spoke to himself.

Monoma listened outside of the bathroom door. The only sounds being the slapping of skin against skin and Shinosus groans. Your light and airy moans being a major attractor to him.

He knocked on the door and walked inside. Greeted by the sight of Shinsou on top of you panting like a cat in heat and you splayed out as Shinsou supports your body with his own strength.

“How cute, mind if I join?” You looked up at Monoma but were prevented from answering when you heard another thunderous boom from outside.

Before you could yell, the air was knocked out of you by Shinsous cock burying itself deeper inside you.

Monoma took that as his queue to enter the fun and showed you the object he brought.

It was a strap on.

He helped push Shinsou back, allowing him to put in on you and accommodate it.

“T-To-shi fuck, ge-t out.” You told him.

Shinsous thrusting stopped and he pulled out of you.

Monoma placed himself on the cold tiled floor with his back to it. He spread his legs out for you, giving you a full look at his sex and his ass.

“Y/n, would you mind filling me up?” He teased.

You got up from Shinsous lap, legs shaking at the few steps you had to take towards Monoma.

You got on top of him and slammed your hips into his entrance. You had him seeing stars for a moment.

“Oooh, Nei.” You placed your hands on the crook of his legs and pushed them higher.

Monoma felt as his hole narrowed and the strap on felt bigger than before. God, he loved this.

“You l-ook so pretty l-like this, N-Nei.” Monoma flustered at the compliment and watched as you buried yourself inside of him.

“AAaaah Fuuuck!” Shinsou took this as his queue to do his part and enter your sopping pussy again. This time quickly and with some force.

“FUuuuck!” Monoma and you moaned out.

Shinsou began to thrust hard and fast into your pussy.

Because of that, you were practically fucking hard into Monomas own body.

Monoma moaned out the most pornography moan you’ve ever heard.

His eyes crossed as his tongue stuck out.

You grabbed it with your fingers and watched as he lost himself with each thrust.

Shinsou couldn’t really touch Monoma but he could help you push his legs back.

He helped you and Monomas hole clenched around the strap as you and Shinsou continued to thrust into each other.

“FUCK, I’M GONNA CUM!” Monoma shouted.

You buried yourself inside of him as Shinsou did the same to you.

You both helped reach each other reach your high.

Monoma came, eyes crossed with legs back. Essentially in a mating press while Shinsou had you in doggy.

Monomas release was all over his chest as well as on your chest. Shinsous was deep inside of you, leaking out as he pulled out.

“F-fuck. Shit.” Shinsou picked you up from Monomas body and had to sit down inside the tub then going back to pick Monoma up and putting him in too.

He turned on the water and soaked with the two of you.

The warm water helping clean up the surface mess and relaxing your sore muscles.

The rain and thunder kept at it outside but you and your husband were relaxed and fulfilled.

The thunder no longer scaring you since your mind was in a haze.

“Thank you.” You kissed Shinsou and Monoma gently as you all washed away the evidence of your activities.

What a pleasant way to get rid of fear.

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[tsukiihime]

Heartbreak (Bakugou x Reader), (Shinsou x Reader) Part 2

The second part to the fic I wrote, this will probably be my last post for another week since I have school to catch up on. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Angst, a bit more fluff on Shinsou’s end, drinking

Taglist: @sugarandsoft

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It’s three in the morning, and Bakugou can’t sleep.

He’s beyond pissed at himself for staying up this late, but he can’t help it - he’s been in bed since nine and he can’t get you out of his mind. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you stormed out of the apartment. He regrets not chasing after you, he loathes himself for being such a dick and he hates himself for even letting his stupid agency dictate his personal life. He wants to tell you so bad that you’re wrong, that beating Deku doesn’t mean a damn thing to him if it means he has to lose you. He wants to hear your voice so bad it hurts. He knows you’ll be going to Shinsou - you always do when you have a bad fight. He knows you’ll be safe there, but he feels like such a fool. He let you walk out in the rain on your own. What a hero he turned out to be. 

Bakugou spends the night alternating between flipping through the endless channels on the living room TV and staring at the ceiling. Every time he closes his eyes he sees your face - anger boiling your blood, disbelief painting your features as he fights with you, tears staining your cheeks. He feels sick to his stomach imagining you walking in the cold as you leave the apartment, sniffling as you make your way out in the rain. He wants to call you to explain himself.

But he doesn’t. His pride won’t let him.

It’s his pride that makes him trudge out to bars with Denki, Mina, and Sero the next day after you leave - he needs alcohol in his system to numb himself from the thought of you. Anyone will do if it warms his bed and makes your face disappear for even a second. God, he never thought he would be so hung up on you. He downs beer after beer, dances with woman after woman. Names and faces blur together as a cacophony of voices plays in his head. 

He ends up taking someone home that night - he couldn’t remember her even if he tried. He takes her back to the apartment you shared and pushes her onto the bed you shared. He kisses her collarbone and up her neck, but he’s aiming for your favorite spots instead of hers. The image of you overlaps with her, and he sees your figure beneath him instead of some stranger. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s his broken heart playing tricks on him.

He kisses her, imagining it’s your scent he’s breathing in rather than the vanilla and booze she smells of. He pictures your arms wrapping around his neck, your lips on his. She says his name, like honey on her lips, whispers it into his ear. And if he tries hard enough, he can twist her voice in his head to sound like you.

“Katsuki, I love you.” He hears it over and over, sees your smile and hears your laugh. “Katsuki, I love you.”

He makes her leave after that. She’s upset but he is too - an argument ensures and she storms out, leaving behind her underwear in her hurry to leave. 

He doesn’t notice. He’s too busy thinking of you.

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It’s been three weeks since your breakup with Bakugou. 

The news stations and gossip websites have been flooded with reports of Camie and Katsuki - neither have said anything about their relationship and the speculation of if they are or aren’t a couple is driving everyone wild. Thankfully, the people who were leaving awful comments have long since left you alone, prompting you to turn your Instagram to private and changing your username so they can’t find you easily. 

You’ve been avoiding social media like the plague, ignoring all television interviews that involve either Bakugou or Camie - you’ve learned your lesson from the night of the Hero Rankings. But you’re only human after all, and the one time your curiosity got the better of you, you dove into the comments on a tabloid’s website to see what the public was saying.

It doesn’t escape your notice that the comments are much kinder - it ranges from well wishes to remarks about how they wish they could replace Bakugou or Camie in the relationship. No one mentions you, which you are grateful for. You know the media thrives off of drama and rumors, so you’re content to have been forgotten about in this narrative. 

Shinsou’s been treating you like normal - another thing you’re grateful for. He is kind without being overbearing, and he gives you distance while also being there for you when you need it. You’ve migrated from sleeping on the couch to crashing in his bed, and more often than not you fall asleep to the smell of his body wash as you lay on his chest. 

You wonder what Bakugou would say if he saw you. He knew how close you and Shinsou were and still are, but anyone could think that you and the purple haired man were lovers. Here you are, getting upset at your ex-boyfriend for having a woman over two days after the breakup, when you are falling asleep in the arms of another man - even if he is your best friend. You wonder if that makes you a hypocrite. Your emotions are in chaos, all jumbled and confused. You miss physical intimacy and a part of you wonders if you’re just using Shinsou as a replacement. “It’s better to sift through these feelings when I’m calmer”, you think to yourself, “I’ll come back to it when I’m in a better place.”

Otherwise, you’ve been steadily making your way back to a normal life - work, school, and your personal life all seem to be peaceful and you’re content in a way you hadn’t been for a long time with Bakugou. Of course, the wounds of the breakup are still healing, but you’re doing a lot better from three weeks ago, when you couldn’t even bring yourself to get out of bed. Shinsou has been making sure that you eat properly and that you take care of yourself. Now that you’re out of that post breakup funk, he notices that you’re cheerful and upbeat - a good sign that you’re slowly recovering from your heartbreak.

Today, you’re home alone while Shinsou patrols the city - he’s promised to pick up dinner on his way home so you don’t have to cook. He’s looking forward to tonight - you’ve finished all of your school work for the weekend and you’re off from work until Monday. He’s eager to come home to you, he’s turned down his coworkers invitations to drink so he can spend the weekend with you. He’s picked up food from your favorite Mexican restaurant, and he’s stopped at the grocery store to get your favorite flavor of ice cream - the one that’s almost always sold out. 

He arrives home to see you lazing about the house - you’re laying on your back on the couch, holding your pastel Animal Crossing Edition Switch with a bag of chips resting on the table next to you. Your eyebrows are furrowed together as you focus on beating the shit out of a boss in Cuphead - a game you and Shinsou spent hours playing when it came out trying to pass the incredibly difficult levels. You’re wearing Shinsou’s favorite hoodie again - you might as well claim it as your own already you wear it so much - and your fuzzy cat print socks match with a fluffy cat ear headband that keeps your hair out of your face. Your face is recently washed and slightly pink, and he can smell your favorite coconut body wash from where he’s standing. He waits until you lose the stage (let's face it - there’s no way you’re beating that damn clown boss without his help) and he makes his way over to you, leaning over to look down at you as you exhale in annoyance at your loss. 

“Hey there, I got dinner. Also nabbed some dessert for you - ready to watch nothing but ghost stories for the rest of the night?” You stretch out your arms and legs, groaning as you move to stand from the couch. 

“Only if you promise to sleep next to me until I see sunlight again.” You hate ghost stories - you can handle scary movies about murderers and clowns but you don’t mess with ghosts. The only reason you’re watching tonight is because you know it’s Shinsou’s favorite and he always watches your nature documentaries even though you know deep down he probably doesn’t enjoy them as much as you do. You saunter over to the kitchen, and prop yourself on the counter facing Shinsou as you pull a taco to your mouth. “Ugh, even though the Exorcist was made like 50 years ago it still gives me the creeps. I can’t believe,” you take a moment to drink some water, “that you can watch her crawl backwards down the stairs and not piss your pants.” Shinsou lowly chuckles, giving a teasing smile as he unwraps his burrito.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not a chicken.” You roll your eyes and snort. 

“Whatever Mindjack. Not everyone can be as fearless as you.” He smirks as you swing your legs, turning your full attention to the taco you have in front of you. “Hurry up and finish so we can do a facemask before our movie marathon. You didn’t forget about that did you?” 

“‘Course not. You wouldn’t let me forget even if I tried, since you’re such a nagger.” You pout, hopping off the counter to wash your hands. Shinsou spends a bit too much time admiring how small you look wearing his hoodie - enveloped in something that belongs to him makes him swell with pride even if it’s wrong of him to think so. He wonders when he started to feel this way towards you, when his love changed from a close friend to an admirer. When he remembers his life, you are always there with him. By his side like a part of his body, always around when important events pass by, always by his side when the going gets tough. It’s not as if he’s always been pining for you - he’s brought other girlfriends around before even if the romance fizzles out before long - but recently he’s noticed you in a different light. Your bedhead and your sleeping face are just as cute to him as when you have your hair done and makeup on. Bringing other men over was never a problem, you’re his best friend and your happiness was always the first priority. But now, he finds himself annoyed at the mere mention of possible partners. You have no shortage of those - you’ve always been able to draw people to you as nerdy as you are - and the green vines of jealousy wrap around his heart every time someone gives you a gift on Valentine’s Day or someone asks you out for a coffee. You usually turn them down since you have so much to focus on, work and school makes you a busy woman after all. But he can’t help but be irritated at the stares you get in public sometimes - as beautiful as you are, you would think that you’d notice the way others look at you. He’s always loved you, but now he feels this once platonic love changing into pure romance, he aches for you like he’s never had before - longing for your touches, your hugs, your feather light kisses on his forehead when he’s having a tough day. The guilt he feels every time he holds you close like he did when you were kids, when you lay your head on his chest and he plays with your hair. To you, it’s still the action of a best friend, but to him it’s something he’d do for a lover. And yet, you’re oblivious, as dense as a rock but he loves that part too. How infuriatingly adorable you are sometimes. 

“‘Toooooshi~”, You wave your hand in his face as he comes back to reality. You raise an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” Your arms cross as you stare at him, suspicious that he’s hiding something from you. 

“You ready? I got everything set up.” He nods, and you turn to walk towards his bedroom.

Shinsou’s room is quite neat, a black bed in the corner next to ceiling to floor windows that gives a pretty good view of the city. He scored a good location in spite of his modest salary - he’s in it for the heroism and the good deeds, not the money. He may not make as much as Bakugou, Todoroki, or Deku, but he does alright. His capture weapon and artificial vocal cords mask rest atop his bookshelf, populated with picture books of you and him in your younger days, as well as a Polaroid camera you left with him when he went off to U.A and you stayed in Saitama. Next to the parts of his Hero costume is a picture of you and him on a trip to the beach - one he treasures above all else. In it, he holds you bridal style as you both smile from ear to ear at the camera. You’re practically glowing, wearing a bright yellow bikini set with a see through beach coverup wrapped around your hips, sunglasses resting atop your head. Shinsou recalls how you nagged him to actually swim with you, and you pretty much forced him to wear those green swim shorts - this picture was before he decided to run with you in his arms to the water. 

He sees your presence everywhere he looks in his room. After he reassured you that you weren’t a burden, you’ve basically turned his home into your home as well. The bottom half of his bookshelf is claimed as yours - it’s filled with your favorite stories, and your collection of Switch games is stacked next to the shelf neatly. Your laptop rests on his bed (you were no doubt doing homework before you got distracted and started playing Cuphead before he got home) with your Geology textbook open and notebooks filled with notes and highlighted phrases. Your clothes have been hung up in his closet, with your makeup and perfumes taking over three-fourths of his bathroom counter. If anyone else came to visit, they’d think you two were an item.

But alas, you two are not.

You push your schoolwork and computer aside to make room for you and Hitoshi, making your way towards the bathroom to grab a basket of skin care products and face masks. Shinsou knows how much you care about your skin - and by extension his skin - and he watches as you walk from here to there gathering what you need. You turn to him with a huge grin on your face as you hold up a matching cat headband in the color black, something you picked up from the store before you came home last week. He sighs, but turns around anyways to allow you to pull his lavender hair back into a loose ponytail and place the cat headband on his head before turning back to face you. 

He looks so silly wearing it, but for you, he’ll do anything. You grab your phone and open the front camera, sticking your tongue out while grabbing Shinsou’s face, squishing his cheeks as he makes an annoyed face at the camera. After taking the photo, you upload it to your now private Instagram and send the picture to Shinsou who does the same. He’s always been a private man, so you don’t worry about the public getting a hold of the photos and trying to make a story out of your life like with Bakugou. 

Tossing your phone aside, you motion for Hitoshi to turn towards you, propping yourself up on your knees in front of him as he sits cross legged. You giggle as he looks back at you, reaching to grab a jar of your favorite moisturizer and opening it. The smell is familiar to him - you always smell like it at night when you watch TV while sitting next to him in the living room. You start to apply the product to his face, careful to keep it out of his eyes and mouth. “You need to take better care of your skin ‘Toshi.”

“I know. I’ve been putting sunscreen on like you’ve asked.” He’s not lying, it’s become a part of his routine ever since you suggested it. 

“Good. You better be taking the time to eat properly at work too. I know you’re sleeping normally again since I’ve been here, so I won’t lecture you on that.” You glance at his arms, covered in scattered scars from run ins with villains. 

Most people look at heroes as an invincible force, unstoppable like All Might. Others may see Mindjack, but you just see Hitoshi Shinsou, your partner in crime.

“Thank you Hitoshi...for everything.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

“I didn’t know this facemask meant so much to you.” You punch him in the shoulder as he laughs.

“‘Toshi, I’m serious. Look at all you’ve done for me. You let me crash here, listen to me complain, make sure I’m okay...without you, I probably would still be lying in bed all depressed.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I have to say it before I never get the chance to. You may be Mindjack, a hero, but you’re still Hitoshi to me. You do so much for me and you put your life on the line for others every day. I watch you and I’m proud of the boy who proved everyone wrong when they said you had a villain’s quirk. You being here for me after everything with Bakugou and always being there for me growing up makes me realize how much you mean to me. You’re my hero, ‘Toshi. But I need you to stay safe. Look at all your scars...” You pull back from the hug and grab his arms, running your fingers over his scarred skin. You’ve always known Shinsou’s job is dangerous - he’s a hero after all, he saves people. But he’s also your best friend. He’s a selfless man, a kind man. 

You love Shinsou. You truly do, he is someone you can never lose. To lose him would be to lose a part of you.

He says nothing in response, so you continue. “Remember that time you fought that villain in the subway? All the news stations said that the tunnel was going to collapse and I just felt like my heart was going to burst. I saw you getting trapped and I felt like…”

You trail off, feeling the familiar sting of tears as you hold them back. Hitoshi gazes at you, lilac eyes boring into your own. “I felt like my whole world was ending. When you came out alright I thought I would faint. I was so scared ‘Toshi… scared you wouldn’t come back. I don’t want to lose you.” Shinsou grabs your cheeks, gently moving his hands so you face him. He wipes a tear from your eye. 

“I’ll always come back to you.” You close your eyes, and press your forehead to his.

“You better. I’ll be waiting.”

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Bakugou wants to be anywhere else but here. 

He’s at Kirishima’s apartment - he’s been dragged out of his house by Mina and Kaminari for a night of drinking, with Sero and Jirou also coming along for the ride. The blonde would rather be in bed, wallowing in his misery, but his friends won’t let him stay inside. So he pouts in the corner, arms crossed and a permanent scowl painting his features. Kirishima gives him a knowing smile, and mouths “I’m sorry”. Bakugou clicks his tongue and looks away, grabbing his phone in order to distract himself from all the noise. 

He would rather die than admit it, but he’s been looking for your Instagram ever since you left. You must’ve unfollowed him or even blocked him - he can’t find a trace of you anywhere. He hates this pathetic side of him, one that makes him seem like a stalker, but he has to know you’re okay. If his pride won’t let him call you, then he needs to know you’re okay.

To his surprise, you pop up on his feed. He immediately inspects the photo of you, and breathes a sigh of relief to see your face. Your tongue is sticking out all playful, beaming as you hold Hitoshi’s face for the photo. You’re wearing that cat headband you always use when washing your face, and he can tell you’re almost ready for bed. He smiles solemnly, vermilion eyes staring at you, so far away.

He notices you’re wearing one of Shinsou’s hoodies and his blood boils at the thought - he knows you are friends but he hates the idea of anyone else having you - although he shouldn’t be one to talk after bringing home that girl from the club. He hates himself for doing it. He stares at your face before standing, saying a curt “I’ll be back” before making his way to the balcony. His friend’s voices fade as he stands outside overlooking the city, and he makes sure the coast is clear before dialing your number.

Fuck his pride. He has to hear your voice. 

#bnha x fem!reader #bnha x you #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha angst #shinsou x you #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x y/n #hitoshi shinso x y/n #mha x reader #my writing

[lord-explosion-baku]

Trident Tale part 2

Mermaid!Shinsou x reader x Kirishima x reader

Warnings: adult themes (minors DNI)

Author’s note: sorry to those of you who have asked me to put on the tag list! I don’t do tag lists! But if you don’t want to lose this story, you can always bookmark it on AO3.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Original image by @maewoahoah

Moving to an island where everyone is big on the surf scene and other oceanic happenings might not have been the brightest idea for someone so afraid of anything that has to do with water, but you make do by spending your days looking after the Bed & Breakfast, trying not to burn the house down when you fry a few eggs, and obsessively scrolling through Eijirou Kirishima’s social media page. He’ll never notice you, and you think you’re fine with that, until a mysterious force washes into Ms. Shuzenji’s pool after a particularly nasty storm.

Hitoshi Shinsou is a pain in the ass from the get-go, but you put up with him, fins and all, when he promises he can help unite you with your soulmate. The catch? The fish is hellbent on taking back what was stolen from him, and he won’t lift a gracious finger until he gets what he came for.

You’re helpless to lend him a hand, so long as you stay dry. Unless, of course, he has other plans.

You know how the saying goes: you rub his fins, he’ll rub yours.

The thing about being hungry is that you can sometimes convince yourself that you’re full. You can sip water, swallow your breath, pop a few mints in—hell, you could even pretend to eat. However, even if you might trick your brain, your stomach will still be empty.

By the time you finally get some real goddamn food in your stomach, it will be aching from being teased.

It feels like this is exactly what Hitoshi Shinsou has done to you. Teased you. He’d mentioned being one of Ryūjin, which you can only assume is something religious or magic. You know he’s a fish, and that he makes people’s skin glow when he touches them, and apparently his lips or his saliva can heal wounds. But he’s not yet given you any real goddamn food.

The jerk has been swimming circles around the pool, commenting on how disgusting it is being stuck with all the trash, and complaining about your poor hospitality, but has not yet told you what the hell he’s doing here.

It’s not like you ever asked for some creature to crash into Ms. Shuzenji’s pool. Maybe some people would be ecstatic over finding an actual merperson, but life isn’t all about singing songs and talking to seagulls. He’s definitely not an Ariel, unless he is in fact looking for a prince. With all his sass, you think he’s much more of an Ursula than a Disney princess. If he is a sea-witch, he refuses to tell you.

It won’t matter much by the time Denki gets here anyways. You had been honest when you said you wouldn’t put it against him to call some news station when he sees Hitoshi. You figure that after some science lab’s helicopters carried your intruder away to run tests on him, the fish-man will be out of your hair and a thing of the past.

Despite the cynicism crawling through your head, the thought actually makes a guilty pit form in the bottom of your stomach. A life is a life, afterall.

“At least tell me why you tried to…to…” Your mouth flattens when you recall Hitoshi leaning into you, his lips a whisper away from yours.

“To?” Hitoshi asks while he observes the wayward bra that blew into the pool with notable repulsion.

“To kiss me!” You bark out, ears warm.

“Oh, that?” He purses his lips, spinning the bra around in the water. Then, he’s contemplative for a moment, as if he’s thinking of an excuse that won’t make you angry. Or will. He seems to get a kick out of frustrating you.

“I suppose I should’ve considered that it’s not a social norm for humans to greet other humans with their lips,” he says with a cocky, probably lying smirk. “My bad.”

“You expect me to believe that mermaids kiss each other to say hello?”

“Not a mermaid.” The fish is all teeth as he regards you. “I’m one of Ryūjin. And I’d like to think that you’d believe anything I tell you, since you seem to know nothing about my people.”

“Because you won’t tell me anything about your people,” you mutter right before the house bell rings. Your heart jumps with a spike of panic. You haven’t thought about what you’re going to say to Denki yet. You begin thinking about science labs again, and that knot in your stomach tightens.

“Okay,” you say in a warning tone, “I’m gonna let Denki in now…”

“Uh-huh.”

“He’s gonna see you…”

“That’s the plan.” Hitoshi lifts a brow. “You’re not worried for me, are you?”

“I just think you should be more worried about yourself,” you say. “Humans aren’t…” There’s a pensive pause when you try to search for the right word. “Humans aren’t good.”

“Would you say that you’re a good human?” He asks.

What a question. You’d like to believe that you are, but you can’t kid yourself. Never one to be very self-sacrificing, you utter your next words with confidence. “Nope.”

“And yet, you haven’t done anything malicious towards me. Nothing, besides that half-assed attempt to kick me away from you, anyways.”

Rolling your eyes to keep your couldn’t-care-less facade up, you left the smirking merman to wade around in the murky pool. There’s not another second to think about what you could possibly say to Denki about your surprise guest, because when you enter the house, you see his face peeking through the side window next to the front door. You could see a drink holder and a Tiki Burger bag in his hand. His smile is bright, while yours is grim.

He pouts, seeing through forced body language, and proceeds to make a funny face. You let out a half-sigh, half-laugh. You might not be a good person, but Denki is. He’s an idiot, but you don’t think he’d ever do anything to harm another creature, mythical or not. This could even be fun to him. Exciting. Something extraordinary happened, and you’d been too scared to react to it appropriately, but Denki would be different.

Your changing emotions grow palpable when you finally reach for the handle.

“Heard you had some thingies that needed twisting,” Denki says as you open the door. He’s wearing his company’s shirt, a brown thing with the PoolPros logo on it, though it’s cut raggedly short to show off his midriff. He’s been particularly confident ever since he’d gotten his navel pierced, and happily showed off the topaz stone that Kirishima had given him. It hangs right above his buckle. It forces onlookers to look at his abs…or maybe his groin. He says it’s lucky, and you haven’t argued with him about it. You would probably call something Kirishima gave you lucky too.

In a flash, you’re grabbing him by his shirt collar and guiding him in and against one of the hall mirrors.

“Something’s happened.” The words immediately spill out, even while you still do not know what you’re going to say. You hope that if the right things tumble out of your mouth, Denki will get the picture.

“Uh…” Denki’s cheeks are red hot, reacting to your close proximity. “Was it a spike in your libido?”

God.

“No, shut up!” You smack his chest and glance down the hall towards the back door. The pool isn’t in your line of vision, but just knowing what lurks there gets your blood pumping. “This is going to sound crazy, but I need you to keep an open mind.”

He bobs his brows. “For you? Always.”

After an exhale, you gather your composure, and tell Denki everything with as much eloquence as you can muster.

“There’s something living in the pool!” You bark out, erratic. “It’s big and it has zero impulse control and it’s rude! It talks! When it touches me, my skin glows. Then it tried to kiss me, Kaminari! And it’s rude!” You add that in again, because you cannot stress it enough. Hitoshi Shinsou is as unrefined as a piece of driftwood, and he had the audacity to make comments on behalf of your decorum. “It won’t tell me what it’s doing here, either. I offered to get it back into the ocean, but it said it wanted something else, but it won’t tell me what, and I don’t know what to do!”

Denki blinks rapidly, like his eyelashes are repelling every word you toss at him. There’s a beat, he swallows, then his lips tilt up into a knowing grin.

“Alright,” he says, “I see you.”

“You do?” Maybe you had to give Denki a little more credit. That hadn’t been your best description of a nightmare scenario.

“Sure do, little lady. This is some kinda belated birthday prank, huh? Thought you could slide one past me when I was least expecting it! I was thinking that maybe you just forgot about it, but now you’ve got something up your sleeve, don’t ya! Well cutie, I might be dumb, but I’m not stupid!”

Striding into the house, Denki places the shakes and burger bag onto Shuzenji’s kitchen counter. Shoulders deflating, you follow him while he fishes a few fries out of the bag. If he doesn’t get it now, he will soon enough.

“What could it be?” He ponders, tossing a fry into his mouth. He nods towards one of the cups and mumbles about a shake for you, then towards the back door. “Couldn’t be a party—it’s too early for a party. And you don’t talk to many people…”

Ignoring the slight burn, you front Denki, and extend your hand out to his. His eyes widen for a moment, he wipes his hand on his pants, and takes yours.

“I need your help, Denki. Seriously.”

“Yeah,” he says, a touch more reformative. “Okay.”  

What should’ve been some grand reveal, however, turned out to be anything but.

The pool being clean is the first thing you notice, as absurd as that is. It’s now half-filled, with only sprinkles of algae leftover by some miraculous clean-up. There’s no more silver fish swimming around, and all the trash that had previously taken sanctuary in the pool now lays on a mountainous pile with the bra sitting at its peak. Your guest is no longer in the pool—the very clean pool.

Denki chuckles and says, “well, this doesn’t look bad at all. By how hysterical you were on the phone, I was expecting something much worse. Oh! Hello!”

Your jaw drops as Denki waves at Hitoshi—a very comfortable-looking Hitoshi who lounges on one of the reclining pool chairs, head turned back like he’s sun bathing, one leg crossed over the goddamn other. Legs. Attached to feet—feet that definitely were not there when you’d met him.

Tricky, magic fish-man.

“Oh,” Hitoshi says, carefully considering Denki. “We have company?”

The ‘we’ in his statement doesn’t sit right with you anymore than his appearance does. He stands, and both you and Denki gasp when you see his new outfit in its entirety. It’s all royal blue, fine silks, and sheer fabric that only covers the places that would make Denki blush. Puffy, yet flowing sleeves connect to his now two golden cuffs. A heavy gold necklace hangs around him, and he’s got a light sash thrown around mostly his bare chest. A golden, v-shaped belt holds his deep blue harem pants up.

They are the gaudiest goddamn pajamas you’ve ever seen.

Hitoshi moves like water to face Denki, then firmly grasps him by the forearm, yanking the boy forward so that their lips are mere inches away from each other. Noting that there’s no glowing from their contact, you watch as Hitoshi’s indigo eyes slide from Denki’s lips, to you, and shows off a dubious glint.

“Whoops,” Hitoshi murmurs basically into Denki’s mouth. “I almost forgot that you don’t greet people like this here.” He takes a step away and smirks. “Forgive me. I’m Hitoshi Shinsou. You must be the pool guy.”

“Um, yeah. ‘M Denki Kaminari.” Denki laughs nervously. His cheeks burn red, and he keeps shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Grabbing onto your hand tightly, he starts back towards the house, towing you along, saying, “excuse us, we just have to—uh. Talk.”

In a tick, you’re whisked right back inside, in the land of private conversations.

“It didn’t look like that before, Denki. I swear to god.” You’re insisting as soon as the door is closed.

“It?!” Denki balks, his cheeks turning even more red. “Do you mean the pool or that hunk of a man hanging around your backyard?!”

“Both, I guess, but I wouldn’t call it a man! It had a giant purple tail before you showed up!!”

“That’s very rude, y’know.” Denki peers back at Hitoshi who’s lackadaisically cleaning his fingertips. “What are their pronouns?”

You imagine Hitoshi surrounded by others like him, all either screaming or clicking to communicate with each other in an inhuman language. “I don’t think pronouns matter wherever it’s from!”

“Hmm.” Denki slides the door open and pops his head out. “‘Scuse me, Hitoshi, what are your pronouns?”

Without missing a beat, Hitoshi answers him. “As in titles? You can call me Shinsou, but if you’re so inclined, I’ll allow you to call me lord.”

“Lord, of course.” More nervous laughter as Denki closes the door. “Lord. That’s a kink thing, right? It’s gotta be!”

“It’s not!” You bark, but Denki doesn’t hear you. Instead, he rushes towards one of the hall mirrors and begins fussing over his hair.

“I honestly can’t believe you did this. I mean, you, of all people. You’re braver than I gave you credit for. Coulda given me a heads up, though. I would’ve worn somethin’ nice. Or not come at all. I do feel like I’m intruding.” Denki’s eyes light up. “Unless this is for my birthday and you’re…you want me to join you?”

“You’ve lost me.” You're too busy trying to figure out what you can do to convince Denki that Hitoshi is a mermaid. You’ve considered pushing him back into the pool, but you don’t know if that would change him back to his sea-man state, or just make you look like a jackass.

“This is so weird. I haven’t seen that guy on the island before, and believe me, I know everybody. It must’ve cost a pretty penny to get him here. On top of everything else-“ He clears his throat- “how much is this costing you? Does Shuzenji know what you get up to while she’s away?”

It hits you like a freight train. “Oh, Kaminari…No…”

“The jig is up!” Denki stomps his foot defiantly and points towards the door. “You’re paying that man for sex!”

“God no!” The very idea that you’ve paid Hitoshi to be here, to touch you, flusters the hell out of you. If anything, you’d pay for him to leave. “You’d honestly think I’d hire a prostitute?!”

“Escort is the term they are using nowadays, and no, I wouldn’t think you’d hire an escort until now!” Denki scoffs, then moves his hand through his hair, exasperated. “The thing is, babe, you don’t need to. You’re cute and fun! If you got out every once in a while…”

“Fish!” You yell, cutting him off, because you’re not about to have another conversation about your hermit lifestyle. “He’s a fish, Denki! I didn’t fuck a fish! Nor am I planning to!”

Denki blinks at you. Not like before—not like he’s reflecting your words. This blink is more like a blink one would offer someone who’d been having an otherwise normal conversation, until they started talking about the earth being flat, or homosexuals burning in a lake of fire.

I’m not crazy, you think and will Denki to believe. I’ll prove it.

Before you can give Denki a play-by-play of what happened—properly this time, and not just your rambled recall—the door slides open, and Hitoshi steps in.

“May I enter?” The regal-looking man asks.

At the exact same moment you say, “no,” Denki says, “of course.”

“I was just hoping to find something to eat.” Hitoshi stops in the kitchen, arms crossed and expectant.

“You haven’t fed your hooker?” Denki whispers and it blows your mind that he can say hooker and you can’t say prostitute. “You can have half my burger!”

“Burger,” Hitoshi repeats the unfamiliar word, and looks around, probably wondering what it could be. Denki takes the hint and proceeds to fish his meal out of the bag. Overly familiar with Shuzenji’s kitchen, he finds a knife to cut the sandwich in two, then hands one half to Hitoshi.

Hitoshi frowns.

“I’m sorry, are you a vegetarian?” Denki asks, and you can tell he’s being overly hospitable in a house that is not his. When Hitoshi doesn’t answer him, but doesn’t stop frowning, Denki asks, “do you not eat meat?”

“This is meat?” Asks Hitoshi, shaking the burger in the air. Some mayonnaise-covered lettuce falls to the kitchen floor.

“I have to clean that!” You yip and wet a paper towel. When you’re on your knees, Hitoshi gives you a smirk of indifference.

“What, do you not have hamburgers where you’re from?” Denki asks, and when Hitoshi refuses to answer him again, he says, “the meat is the patty. It’s beef.”

“Beef.” Hitoshi begins dissecting the thing, throwing the bun halves, pickles, tomato, and lettuce all on the floor. You continue to curse at him while he sniffs at the patty. “What animal is this?”

“Beef is cow, dude.” Denki sounds more skeptical now, which you’d be grateful for if you weren’t already on your hands and knees, scrubbing ketchup out of the tile. “Man, throwing food on the floor is rude no matter where you’re from. Babe, you shouldn’t have to clean that up.”

“If I don’t, who will?” You ask, sardonic.

“There’s not really a floor where I’m from,” Hitoshi says once he swallows his first bite. He places the patty back onto the burger wrap, and steps away from his mess. “At least, there’s no floor when it’s meal time. We just let shells and bones float around until they go down to where they’ll eventually break down and decay.”

Denki asks, “where did you say you were from?”

“He’s a fish, Denki.”

“I didn’t.” Hitoshi gets down on his knees with a wetted paper towel of his own. He swipes at the places you’ve missed, then looks at you. “Tell me, would a not-good person clean up a mess that isn't their own?”

“It’s kind of my job,” you retort and stand so Hitoshi can finish cleaning. Instead, he stands with you.

“And what is his job?” Hitoshi nods towards Denki who looks more and more fretful by the second. “I assume he’s here to provide services. If you’re paying him, shouldn’t he be the one to clean for you? Prepare meals for you? Bend to your whims?”

Denki says, “I’ve got a couple jobs, but I’m not a housekeeper, no.”

“No?” Hitoshi gives out a terse laugh and hands the towel off to Denki. “Clean.”

Denki looks to you for an explanation. You’re about to chew Hitoshi out, when he again says, “clean,” but this time, there’s something attached to his voice. Something that is nothing, but also more. It sends goosebumps up your arms and compels Denki to fall to the floor and obey the command.

“Yes, my lord.” When Denki finishes cleaning and throws the rest of the mess in the bin, he looks at Hitoshi, eyes glossy, waiting.

“Fetch me some water,” says Hitoshi, and after another yes, my lord, Denki begins searching for a glass.

“Quit it!” You shout and very nearly grab on to Hitoshi’s arm, stopping only when you remember the glow and the prickles that accompany his touch. Decidedly, you hurry after Denki and grab the glass from his hands and snap your fingers in front of his face.

Denki blinks, and this time it’s not because he doesn’t hear you, and it’s not because you’re spouting crazy nonsense. He blinks, and it’s a revelation.

“Hypnosis!” Denki says the word like eureka! and you want to shake him, because he should be angrier than he seems.

“I’m surprised you understand or even remember that much,” Hitoshi drawls. “You’re more in-tune than you’d like people to believe.”

And I’m Mother Teresa, you think bitterly. The fish is contemptuous as hell, but he doesn’t read people well. To him, you’re good and apparently Denki’s a genius.

“How did you do that?” Denki asks with growing excitement. “When I was a kid, I was really into magic, but could never get any of the tricks right. You didn’t use any triggering noises or images or anything.”

“There is a bit of magic about you,” Hitoshi says like he’s thinking out loud. “Not enough to pull something like what I just did off unless you have the proper tide jewel. But you do have enough power to utilize a tide jewel.”

“Don’t do that again,” you warn, and pour water from the sink into the glass. There’s purified water in the fridge, but Hitoshi hasn’t earned it. “To Kaminari or to me. The difference between a house guest and a home-invader is who does and does not use hypnosis on other guests.”

“I wasn’t aware that hypnosis is a common occurrence in your residence.” Hitoshi reaches for the glass, but you hold it away from him. Casting out a withering look, he says, “I wouldn’t be able to hypnotize him again, even if I wanted to. Not for a while, anyways. Not without my tide jewel.”

“What’s a tide jewel?” Denki asks. “Is that, like, sea glass?”

Eyes flicking from the glass of water, to Denki, then to you, Hitoshi says, “he knows how to ask a question.”

The questions that you ask get ignored! But instead of saying that, you continue to withhold the water, and say, “then answer him.”

Mildly peeved, Hitoshi turns his attention back to Denki. “You say you have a couple of jobs. What would they be?”

“That’s not answering his question,” you mutter.

“I’ll decide whether I should answer him in a moment. Denki, if you will.”

“Oh, well…” The sheepish Denki brings his hand to the back of his neck, blushing slightly. “I’ve got the PoolPros gig, and sometimes I pick shifts up at The Salty Barrel. I sort of got an affinity for making drinks…and cooking…and fixing things, so they like to keep me around.”

Unamused, Hitoshi pries. “Anything else?”

“Sometimes I pick up odd jobs. Fishing and delivery. I guess I’m pretty dependable because of the boat.”

This catches Hitoshi’s attention. “You have a boat?”

“Sure, yeah. It’s nothin’ too special yet. I’ve been working on it, and it’s coming along, but it’s not ready for what it’s truly intended for.”

“Which would be?”

Denki looks at you and winks, making your ears warm. You know exactly why he got the boat.

“Romantic rendezvous.”

“I see,” Hitoshi says pensively. Then, his eyes go sharp when he notices you fiddling with the ties on your shorts. “Are you two mates?”

Denki lifts a conspiratorial brow towards you, before throwing his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his body. “Sure, yeah—we’re mates!”

You push away from him, and bite, “not those kinds of mates.”

Although nobody disagrees with you, you sense Denki sulking.

“Ah,” Shinsou muses. “You haven’t yet fought for her hand?”

Before you can groan at the idea, Denki laughs quietly, but his laughter quickly grows uproariously as he considers the idea. Soon, he’s gripping his stomach to stop himself from doubling over. You glare at his feet.

“As if there’s another guy to fight for her,” Denki bellows, wiping a tear away from his eye. “Maybe if she ever went out, but for now, the only person I gotta fight for her hand, is her!”

“Oh, I understand,” Shinsou says, eyes on you. “A battle to assert domination.”

Denki hoots loudly at the idea. “Looks like I’m screwed!”

To your growing agitation and embarrassment, Denki continues to laugh. It’s as if you’re not constantly shooting him down. You’re not pitiful. Not helpless. And you think you’d have some game if you put your heart into it. You just have a type, and the pool guy just doesn’t fit the bill, whether he’s handy or not.

There’s no humor to be found in Hitoshi’s eyes, though. He’s glaring at you, like before, only now he’s looking at you more like you’re a piece of meat—like he’s some kind of predator and you’re his newfound prey. You inadvertently step closer to Denki, as if he could be used as some sort of defense shield, then elbow him in the ribs, pretending that you’re not at all intimidated by this fish-turned-man.

“Nobody’s fighting anybody,” you say, keeping eye-contact with Hitoshi. You’ve been told before that the fact that you’re never the first to look away is a little off-putting. Hoping to have the same uncomfortable effect on your guest, you don’t even blink when you say, “I just have my eyes on someone special.”

At the same time Denki stops his laughing, Hitoshi narrows his eyes—not out of malice, but what seems to be curiosity. That’s as far as you’ll go with revealing any more personal information. You might not be physically spoken for, yet, but at least you’re emotionally unavailable. You vaguely wonder if those kinds of ideals are acknowledged by sea people.

“Yeah, Kiri,” Denki says with a roll of his eyes. So much for keeping things personal. “He’s not interested in dating anyone, though. In fact, he’s pretty much married to the ocean.”

“At least there aren’t other girls,” you say, and with a quick glance at Denki, you add, “or boys.”

Denki exaggerates a woeful, hand-over-forehead pose and cries, “at least we have each other!” Then, he places his hand back around your shoulders. Again, you scoot away from him, and this time, you catch Hitoshi’s lips quirk up, just a bit.

“Alright,” Hitoshi says. “I’ve decided.”

“Decided what?” You ask.

“That the two of you are going to help me.”

The fish-man moves to flatten the burger wrap down on the counter like a map, and proceeds to decimate the other half of Denki’s burger. Denki says, “oh that’s fine…I wasn’t that hungry anyways.”

“Help you with what!” You bark, practically starving for details. Despite Hitoshi and all that he’s done, your interest is piqued, and you feel as though you’re finally going to get to the meat of his situation.

Lining a few fries on the paper wrap, Hitoshi finally says, “a few of my worldly possessions have been stolen from me. They’ve been missing for quite a long time now, and I now plan to take them back. Four of the six items happen to be tide jewels. I figure those will be the easiest to locate and extract.”

Denki snaps his finger. “Tide jewels! That’s what we were talking about! What are those?

Dabbing his pinky into some mustard, Hitoshi says, “artistry…” He dips his ring finger into the ketchup and says, “reign…” he tears a piece of lettuce in half and says, “tide…” and finally, he rips some of the patty and says, “soul.”

“Artistry, reign, tide, soul,” Denki repeats, peeking over Hitoshi’s shoulder. “You don’t happen to be a musician, do you? A magician musician!”

“I’m a connoisseur, but not a practitioner.” Hitoshi breathes. “And you’re too close to me.”

“Well, you’re certainly not an artist,” Denki huffs, taking a few steps back. You move in to see what Denki saw.

On the wrap, the French fries have been warped to look like some sort of three-pronged fork. On the left prong, there’s a dab of ketchup, in the center, mustard, and the right has a piece of lettuce sitting on it. Connecting the three prongs is the bit of hamburger meat Hitoshi had ripped.

“Is this supposed to be a fork or a trident?” You ask, then kick yourself, because it’s obviously a trident. Duh. Mermaids. “Is that one of the things that have been stolen? A trident?”

Hitoshi says, “yes. All four of the tide jewels connect to the trident. With them, the trident could very well be one of the most powerful blessed objects on this planet. If it falls into the wrong hands, the results could be catastrophic.”

“Now, hang on,” Denki begins, brows curved into a frown. “What?”

“So good at questions,” you murmur.

“Each tide jewel has its own magical property. The names speak for themselves, but since the two of you are a little slow on the uptake, I’ll explain.” Hitoshi points at each different spot on his fries-trident, explaining what each point represents.

“The yellow jewel is for artistry and skill. Whoever wields it, whether in its natural form or attached to another object, will learn trades quickly, can craft almost anything at a master’s level, and they’ll have a more creative way of thinking.”

“The red jewel is for reign and rule. Whoever wields this can command any audience. Wars have been fought, kingdoms taken, and women stolen by the power of this gem. It’s almost the most violent of the four, but it can also be used to keep peace.”

“The blue jewel is for the tide. They used to be two jewels, one for tide-ebbing, the other for tide-flowing, but they’ve been molded together after another theft mishap. With the power of this jewel, one would be able to control not only the water of the sea, but water itself. This gem can create storms you couldn’t dream of. This is possibly the most dangerous stone if placed into the wrong hands.”

“Sir, that’s a piece of lettuce,” Denki says.

“Your burger didn’t have anything blue,” Hitoshi growls, “nor did it have anything purple, which brings me to the last jewel. This would be the soul jewel. It aids people with wishes, can offer good dreams, and can allow the wielder to see people’s auras, or souls. This jewel has stopped many malevolent unions in the past.”

Finally, Hitoshi turns back to you and Denki. There’s nothing content about his expression now. If anything, he looks grave.

“The fact that the trident is not in my possession has already had a cataclysmic influence on the world you know now. I need it, and the jewels, or else there may be dire consequences.”

Throat dry, palms sweaty, you swallow thickly, and allow yourself a moment to process all that he’s saying. It may be idiotic, but you believe him. Maybe if you hadn’t seen him in the water earlier, things would be different. You’d be more skeptical. But since you’ve already seen one impossible thing today—two if you're counting the fact that Hitoshi grew legs and magically poofed himself an outfit—you don’t think he’s lying.

However, Denki did not see him in the water. Which is why he’s the first to speak.

“Right,” he says, looking down on you. “Sorry, babe, but the marvel universe did it first with Thanos and his gauntlet. If this is supposed to be a scavenger hunt of some kind, can we skip the game, hints and all, and get to the dinner? I expect there’ll be candles and such for nighttime, so maybe you and I can hang out at the beach, sans the mean magician?” Denki looks at Hitoshi. “No offense, buddy. You could join us if you cheer up a bit. I’d never say no to a threesome with two equally attractive people.”

The water in the glass you’re holding begins to shake. It shakes, and then it moves, and then it lifts up into the air, snaking around like a gelatinous worm, and slowly makes its away to Hitoshi’s mouth. Never before have you seen anyone swallow menacingly, and this has changed it.

“I am not your buddy,” Hitoshi hisses between his teeth, “and this is not a game.”

“He just…” Denki begins stuttering. This isn’t something he can chock up to something as mundane as a magic trick. This is pure magic, and you feel less like a giant dork for how you reacted to Hitoshi showing himself to you, with how distraught Denki seems to be.

“I told you,” you say under your breath, “he’s a fish!”

“I am Hitoshi Shinsou. I am one of Ryūjin, and you will not desecrate my name or my people by belittling me or my power.” It hadn’t occurred to you until now that he’s not only speaking to Denki, but to both of you. The thought makes you shift with unease as Hitoshi’s eyes slide from your friend to you. “Not without consequences. I’ve been burdened with this purpose, and the two of you can choose to help me and reap the rewards that follow, or you can return to your miserable lives, loligagging and ogling the things you know you want, but are too lazy to obtain.”

At this moment, Hitoshi Shinsou seems ancient to you. Trepidation crawls up your spine, chilling you to the bone. You regret most of what you’ve said to him, even the things you’d thought he deserved. You have an inkling that if Hitoshi really wanted to harm you, or Denki, he would. Easily.

“Okay, well-“ Denki, again speaks first, thank god. “You didn’t say there would be rewards.”

Maybe don’t thank god yet. But before you can apologize on Denki’s behalf, the air that you hadn’t realized had got heavier, thicker even, lifts, and Hitoshi eases up, lackadaisical smirk back on track.

“You both wish for something,” he says. “If you help me retrieve what’s rightfully mine, I will graciously return the favor by granting your wishes.”

“We do?” Denki asks. It’s wild to you how easily he could jump back into conversation like this, although, when you look closely at him, you can see that he’s trembling faintly. “What do I want?”

“You wish for a boat,” Hitoshi says, “so I will give you a boat.”

“I have a boat.”

“I’ll give you a better boat.” Hitoshi seems to be enjoying himself now, even going so far as to lean on the table, picturing exactly what he’s describing. “A captivating boat that both women and men find irresistible. It will sail smoother and faster than the other vessels out on sea. You will never want or need for an upgrade for it will never wear or tear.”

“A super boat,” Denki muses, beguiled by the idea. It’s your turn to be skeptical now, because you haven’t wished for anything. At least, not aloud for Hitoshi to hear.

“Then, what do I get?” You ask, arms crossed. You can admit that you’re interested in what he might have to say.

“Oh darlin’, that’s easy,” Hitoshi purrs, and moves from the counter over to you. Slowly, like he’s savoring your anticipation. Lifting a finger to your arm, he slides it across your skin, watching as both the glow and the tingles return. You have to hold your breath to yourself from sighing.

“You want to be loved,” he says, “adored even. And not just by anybody. You want to be with your soulmate, isn’t that right. That may be why you came to this island to begin with.”

There’s no way he could’ve known that you’re new to the island. Nobody said anything about it. But he’s not wrong. Though you can’t say he’s right either. You came to the island in hopes to find…yourself. And though you haven’t yet found yourself, you sure as hell found Kirishima. And soulmate has a nice right to it.

“So if we help you find these gems—“

“—tide jewels,” he intervenes.

“Tide jewels-“ you roll your eyes- “then you will give Denki a super boat, and you will unite me with a soulmate?”

“Exactly,” Hitoshi confirms. “Easy peesy, isn’t it?”

“How do we know you’ll uphold your end of the bargain?” Denki asks, finally out of his super boat daydreams.

“I said you were good with questions.” Hitoshi smirks. “You don’t know. You can’t know. But you can either do this with me, and probably get a super boat and a soulmate out of it, or you can not, and get nothing.”

Denki side-eyes you, and you him. You hold each other’s gazes for a brief moment, and you already know how this would play out if you refuse. Denki would convince you to do it. You don’t do anything, he says with his eyes. Might as well hang around and see how this plays out.

“Fine.” Even though your good conscience screams at you to do otherwise, you let up. “We’ll help you.”

“Excellent.” Hitoshi beams, or at least, he beams in a way only someone who was just threatening two other people can beam. “Then we should start our search today. We’ll probably need to go into town and see if there are any supernatural occurrences or old folktales to check out.”

Going out to town is the last thing you’d planned on doing today. Or maybe the second to last thing you planned on doing. You have to ask, because if you don’t, you’ll go batsy.

“We won’t be getting wet, will we?”

Hitoshi scoffs, which isn’t an answer. Maybe you really don’t ask the right questions because when Denki asks, “you said there were six things you need to retrieve. What’s the sixth thing?” Hitoshi winks at you, and grins. And when he grins, your stomach aches.

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[corpseblouse]

the nameless boy pt. 1

word count: 2.1k

warnings: corruption + slight yandere!shinsou + fingering + virgin!reader + innocent!reader + pet name kitten used + slight manipulation ? maybe ? + marking + possessiveness + slight jealousy + slight mention of stalking

includes: f!reader, hitoshi shinsou

a/n: hey!! i really hope you guys like this fic! i was literally blushing so hard when writing thisjsbddn, but i think i really really like it and it may be my best writing so far. anyway, i hope you enjoy!! and this is my first time writing a “dark” fic so please bare with me. i also forgot to mention that there will be a part two to this coming soon!

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hitoshi shinsou was not a name you were necessarily familiar with, of course you knew he was one of the former ua students who was gifted with an undeniably strong (and borderline criminal) quirk, but who didn’t know that? everyone knew what hitoshi shinsou was capable of, but no one really knew who hitoshi shinsou was.

no one knew that hitoshi shinsou had a growing urge to stroke your face while you slept. no one knew that hitoshi shinsou yearned for your attention when you directed it towards some other douche out in public.

just one look, one glance, one smile… that’s almost everything he wanted. he wanted your innocence, he wanted to taint you with his corruption, because maybe then, will that make him feel whole again.

shinsou often lied awake late at night, hand tightly wrapped around his cock, head thrown back, and imagination flowing.

he thought about you.

he thought about the soft skin of your thighs connecting with his, your cheeks flushing a bright red as he whispered the dirty thoughts he kept bottled up inside his mind. he thought about the way your hands would tremble, grabbing onto his upper arms and piercing his skin with your blunt nails.

and your cunt… oh how he thought about how warm and velvety your walls would be. how you would cling onto him like a vice as he slowly rolled his hips into yours.

shinsou was desperate to hear whines and whimpers come out of your mouth, and was especially desperate to hear his name come out of your mouth. he’d imagine how it would sound, so soft and sweet; something he’d want to hear at every hour of the day. he’d imagine the way your mewls would flow through his ears, it would definitely be an addicting sound to him.

but he knew how you really were, there was no chance that you would want or even should do things of that nature.

shinsou tried so hard to want to conserve your innocence, he tried so hard to push his dirty thoughts to the side. but there’s always that lewd image of you, on your back, staring up at him with tears welling up in your soft eyes.

the thought of it drives him crazy, feral almost. he knew he had to have you.

you, on the other hand, had different thoughts; you craved physical affection. you craved that one on one connection with a person of interest, the longing, the romance, the passion, you craved all of it. but, no boy was interested in you. you were the rut of the group, not having a flashy quirk made you sink into the shadows where no one saw you.

no one, except for hitoshi shinsou.

there were numerous occasions where you’ve caught him staring at you at random places. stores, cafes, bus stops, but it was something you had always brushed off as a coincidence. his lingering gaze was strong, piercing almost, it instantly made you cower away and want to hide yourself from everyone. he made you nervous.

you didn’t even know his name, but you wanted to.

you felt yourself growing needier and needier as his gaze grew stronger and stronger. this was the most male attention you’ve ever gotten, and even if it was from some random, nameless boy, you were still aching for him.

you would feel your thighs clench together at thoughts of him. thoughts of his hands running up and down your bare legs, dragging all the way up to your cunt, dripping with need.

you weren’t used to these thoughts, though. you weren’t used to the tantalizing thoughts that deeply corrupted your once innocent mind. but boy, were you obsessed with the feeling. you were craving something you didn’t even know you needed. you were craving the nameless boy’s touch, you were needy to release the ache in your core.

shinsou noticed the way you would act around him, biting the tip of your pen, crossing your legs unbearably tight when he came around, and he just couldn’t wait any longer. he needed you, you both almost needed each other.

that’s when he decided to ask you out, it was your first interaction with each other, and to call it awkward was a complete understatement.

you both were a total mess, stuttering over your words, hands twiddling together, shy smiles and touches directed towards each other. it was sickly cute.

you could tell how much he liked you from the get go, the way his eyes twinkled when he looked at you was a dead give away. it made your need for physical affection grow even stronger, unbearably stronger.

you both were absolutely inseparable.

hand holding, neck and cheek kissing, cuddling, dinner dates, movie dates, it was everything you could’ve dreamed of and more.

shinsou was beyond happy with this outcome, it was everything he wanted. his crave for your touch grew exponentially, he loved dancing his fingertips along the plush of your thigh, lightly squeezing and scratching his nails down your thighs to see a red trail left behind.

you were finally his, and he was finally going to taint you.

his insatiable desires seemed to grow as he lay on top of your bare body, still fully clothed. your thighs are clenched shut, eyes teary, and trembling hands clenched onto this biceps. it was just like how he imagined! he contently sighed, knowing that he’ll finally be able to feed into his needs.

“are you sure this is okay, kitten?” shinsou’s voice seemed to rumble out of his mouth, making you cower deeper into the bed.

you were absolutely terrified, with this being your first time getting touched you couldn’t help but overthink every possibility. you feel lightheaded as your thoughts seemed to swirl around you. although this was something you wanted, you couldn’t help the thoughts filling your head.

you felt like everything was moving too fast, just two months prior he was known as “the nameless boy” to you. he was nothing but a stranger whom you never came in contact with, a stranger whom you secretly admired, and a stranger who had a growing obsession with you.

but here you are, laid beneath him, bare and vulnerable.

your hands unknowingly travel up to your breasts, covering them with each of your hands, you feel shinsou’s gaze travel to your hands, “ah ah ah, don’t hide yourself from me, kitty.” he tuts, gently moving your hands away.

he kisses each of your fingers, starting with your thumb. you feel yourself visibly relaxing as his lips travel down your hand and arm. they’re soft and supple, they leave small sparks throughout your arm making your legs weak, causing them to slightly spread apart.

shinsou’s lips lead to your bare breasts, he kisses around your areola before catching one of your hardened buds into his mouth. the feeling is foreign, and not like something you’ve ever experienced before, which wasnt really much.

you whimper as you feel a sharp pain coming from your breast, you look down and see hard eyes already on you. shinsou let’s go of your aching bud with a pop, “keep your eyes on me.” he says, there’s something a little off about him… he’s not the soft shinsou you know. it’s like something washed over him and he became this ravenous man.

you slightly nod your head, fingers tightly gripping the bed sheets. “use your words.” he demands, grabbing onto your jaw and forcing your mouth open.

“yes, shinsou.” you whisper out, not trusting your own voice.

his eyes almost roll the the back of your head at the sound of you saying his name, it was like warm honey oozing out of your mouth. something he can easily become addicted to, something he’s already addicted to.

obviously satisfied with your answer, shinsou let’s go of your jaw and trails his hand down towards your thigh. your legs were still closed, but were relaxing under his warm touch. it seemed like all of your worries went away as he touched you, the sparks flowing through your body intensifying the longer his hands stayed on you, it was addicting. you felt like you were getting high from his touch, your eyes were glossing over, while your body felt like it was floating the more he kissed and teased you, you were on cloud nine.

he notices the way your eyes look dazed and glossed over as you look at him, he can’t help but grow hungry for more at how easily you fell victim to his touches. how easily you completely submitted to him, letting him do what he wants to you, letting him make you feel good.

he coaxes your legs open, bending them up so he can comfortably fit between them. his lips are back on you, trailing up to your neck where he can finally mark what's his. he nips and sucks at your smooth skin, relishing in the way your quiet moans and whines fill his ears. it makes him desperate to hear more, he becomes addicted to the sound.

as he’s leaving marks on your neck, his hands massage your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to your sopping cunt. your hips slightly buck up into his hands, desperately wanting more. he nips at your neck, silently telling you to stay still.

“please, i want more.” you beg, not being able to hold it in much longer.

“shh… i got you, baby.” he reassures, finally reaching your aching cunt. his fingers lightly tease your hardening clit, encircling the bud. you keen, already feeling shocks of pleasure flowing up your body. shinsou applies more pressure, effectively drawing out a moan from your pursed lips.

“there we go, don’t hide those sweet moans from me kitten.” he whispers, bringing his fingers down to your drooling hole, teasing the entrance. the tip of his finger slides in almost easily, but the rest of his finger is a bit of a stretch.

“holy shit, you’re fucking tight. have you not had anything inside of you?” he questioned in disbelief.

“n-no..” you said, hoping that wouldn’t turn him off.

shinsou softly growls, sliding his finger deeper into your heat. you moan at the slight stretch, hips slightly moving forward to meet with the palm of his hand. shinsou places a hand on your abdomen, effectively holding you down onto the plush bed.

shinsou feels almost light headed at how wet you are for him, your slick drips down his hand the more he flicks his wrist and curls his finger. he pays close attention to your body language, he notices the way your body jerks and your moans increase in volume as he curls his finger into a specific part on your spongy walls. he makes sure to abuse that spot, hitting it over and over again to ensure that your first orgasm was one that would never compare to others’.

his fingers pick up its pace, continuously hitting that spot that has your toes curling and head rolling back. his head is rested against your thigh, sucking and biting marks onto your flushed skin. marking you as his.

your hips stutter and your thighs threaten to close, shinsou leans his body upright, preparing for your incoming orgasm. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel warmth rising up your legs. the pleasure becomes gratifying as you feel his pace become more brutal, he adds in another finger stretching you out further.

“ ‘gonna cum for me, kitty? ‘gonna cum real pretty for me?” shinsou coaxes, pistoning his fingers deeper than you thought possible.

“yes! yes! feels s’good, please i want more,” you whine out, noticing your vision slightly blur at the debauched sound of your cunt spilling with arousal around his thick digits.

it was indeed a lewd sight, you, spread open with your boyfriend’s head between your thighs driving his fingers into you, desperately trying to push you to that high. you never thought this would happen in a million years, you were always seen as the innocent girl that no one knew had a perverted side; but shinsou was the one to take that away from you. pure bliss overtakes your body, you cunt starts spasming around shinsou’s fingers, desperately trying to chase that high like a glutton.

“that’s it baby, cum for me. cum around my fingers like a good girl.” he coaxes, scissoring his fingers inside of you.

you let go, writhing and whimpering, desperately trying to hold onto something to ground you back from reality. your eyes are closed tightly, but you can still see the smirk etched on shinsou’s face. the smirk of a man who’s proud of his creation; a tainted little thing.

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[memeadonna]

Mind Over Monster

I wrote this for a friend, so if you're reading this: Hi RJ!

You and the Bakusquad (plus Shinsou and Jirou, because it is a crime to exclude them) survived the zombie apocalypse, and now roam around hunting down the remaining monsters and rescuing survivors. But you feel like everyone except you has a place in your little group. When someone in your group makes a potentially fatal mistake, you set out to prove yourself. But the question remains: did you ever even need to in the first place?

You kept your eyes closed as you listened, searching in the murmurs around you for something unquiet and unorganized. That was how you would know if there was danger. The mist had long since retreated, but the wind carried it to places where it would rest and collect and re-emerge, using the dead to do its bidding. “Anything?” you jumped and opened your eyes to see one of your companions balancing precariously on the roof of your car.

Kaminari Denki never stopped smiling, no matter what. And considering he was the only reason that you were able to drive this electric car anywhere at all, he was one of your team’s most valuable members. You… also didn’t need to know that he was eye-fucking you right now, but it wasn’t like he could help it. There’s only so much you can turn off in the human mind, and despite your best efforts you usually ended up reading too much into things. It was nice to know that all of your companions thought you were attractive, at least.

This had all started with an accident. An unknown person had been born with some sort of zombification quirk that turned people into mindless zombies forced to do the user’s bidding if they inhaled a mist the user secreted. That person had been killed in a violent car accident that had sent them over the edge of a bridge and plummeting to the dark, angry waters below. As they bled out, their quirk had somehow activated. Maybe it was their way of saying that they did not want to die. Mist had billowed up around them, and within a few hours everybody in that prefecture had been infected by the quirk. The infection had spread across the country and then the world within a few weeks, and now, a year later, this was all that remained. The creatures had never been meant to exist this long, so eventually they began to mutate as well. They gained the ability to infect other creatures through bites, or even absorb body parts and (in the cases of the rare bigger monsters) whole people.

You and your companions had been training to become heroes, but when society had collapsed your goals had changed to survival. Now you travelled around acting like vigilantes, tracking down reported cases of those creatures and protecting civilians. Your class had split off into three groups (as had your grade’s class B), and everybody in your squadron had a purpose.

Bakugou Katsuki was obviously your firepower. He was also your self-appointed leader, and was great at barking orders. Kirishima Eijirou was your muscle – the creatures couldn’t infect him with whatever virus they had (or absorb him, though many had tried), and usually he and Bakugou did most of the heavy lifting when it came to the fighting. Ashido Mina and Sero Hanta were both masters at setting traps or helping with evacuation efforts, and they were also both charismatic and cheerful and kept your group in high spirits. Shinsou Hitoshi could almost always control the monsters to some degree, and even if he couldn’t, he was also adept with his capture weapon and could easily change gears mid-battle. Kiyoka Jirou could detect the monsters moving from miles away, and the speakers on her hero costume were both useful in battle and in evacuation efforts.

Jirou and Shinsou both basically rendered you redundant. Your quirk was a mind reading/telepathy quirk that allowed you to locate monsters (they couldn’t suppress their subconscious thoughts, so it was easier to read their minds), but the more of them there were the more useless you became. You already tended to get lost in your thoughts, but with all of these thoughts swirling around you…

“Hey!” Denki snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Are you okay? Any monsters nearby?”

“Sorry,” you smiled up at him. “No, I don’t hear anything. Should be safe to stop here and recharge.” You hopped off the roof and went to go help pitch your tents.

While you loved the electric vehicle you had looted, it could only go so far with one charge, and it took a lot out of Denki to keep it working, especially considering he couldn’t just charge out of outlets anymore. That meant the group had to stop and make camp in the middle of the day and let him charge up the car. Despite being electric, it wasn’t exactly the most efficient car in the world.

At least it had lots of storage space. That meant you had lots of useful weapons and supplies for killing the zombies. That was no easy task.

The largest beast you had encountered so far had been around eight feet tall and had taken over the corpses of about six people and several dozen animals. These beasts weren’t usually able to use the quirks of the people they had absorbed, but some creatures were anomalies. The one you were hunting now was supposed to be one of those anomalies, and had apparently retained a teleportation quirk, making it tricky to catch. You supposed you could be a little more useful in this case.

“Hey! Stop standing there being useless and start a fire!” Bakugou dumped some of the wood Kirishima had just chopped into your arms, and you struggled to hold all of its weight. He laughed at you as you dropped a piece of the firewood and caught it with your foot. Mina came to your rescue and told Bakugou off with a laugh as you hopped off towards the fire pit. Even he thought you were useless. Especially he. Him. Whatever.

Shinsou used his capture weapon to lift the wood back into your arms, and you smiled at him. He understood you in a way nobody else did, and maybe it was because you both had mind-related quirks, but you found camaraderie in the fact that people tended to be driven away from you or mistrust you. Who would want to be friends with someone that could tell exactly what they were thinking, or with one verbal response could make them do literally anything?

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded as you knelt by the makeshift fire pit and started to stack the wood. “I’m fine, Shinsou,” you replied. “Just a bit of teasing.”

He walked over to the trunk and returned with a box of kindling. He balled up some of the paper and lit it when you were done. You couldn’t even do this small task without help. How useless did they really think you were?

You stood and looked around for somewhere else to help. Mina, Sero, and Kirishima had already set up the tent, Denki was charging the car, and Bakugou was digging around for something in the trunk. Shinsou walked over to go help him, and as you were about to check if Jirou needed anything you were grabbed from behind and lifted off the ground.

“Gotcha!” Kirishima purred into your ear, pretending to bite into your shoulder as he tickled you. You cried out in involuntary laughter, and kicked and flailed in his arms.

“Hey, put me down!” you tugged at the hands around your waist, and he finally listened to you, only for him to turn you around and pull you into a bone-crushing hug.

He pulled away and tilted your face up by the chin. “No more sad face, okay?” he asked softly. “Cheer up.”

Before you could respond, Bakugou started yelling again. “What useless fucker packed up the supplies?” He shouted, and if you weren’t used to that shout you would have probably flinched at the rough tone in his voice.

“Me and Mina!” Denki looked up from his charging duties. “Why?”

“You forgot our fucking food,” Bakugou growled. “Both crates full of food are missing! Seriously? Even people as inept as Y/n and Sero remember to bring the fucking food when it’s their turn to pack up!”

“Calm down Bakugou!” Sero stepped forward. “Is there any way you just missed it?”

Bakugou’s words washed over you like glass in your heart. You had heard them before – he was always calling you a dumbass, or a burden, and while he was that way with everybody, and they just shrugged it off, you just… never could. Bakugou had one of the most guarded minds you had ever seen, and regularly called you a Voyeur if he caught you staring at him for too long. You hadn’t purposefully read his thoughts very much, but his brain seemed to be full of those harsh words and nicknames. It would have been easier if you knew he didn’t mean them.

While your group argued (Jirou, Mina, and Denki were all screaming at Bakugou while Kirishima and Sero tried to break it up, and Shinsou watched with a tired expression), you snuck around to the back of the truck to retrieve a few weapons. You grabbed a small handgun (Yaomomo made you lots of supplies every time she saw you), and a few rounds of ammo. You also grabbed a metal baseball bat for good measure (better safe than sorry), and one of Bakugou’s mini grenades just out of spite. When you returned to camp with dinner in hand, you were planning on detonating it just to scare the bejesus out of him. You wondered if they would still be arguing when you got back.

Maybe they wouldn’t even notice you leaving?

Nobody stopped you as you set off across the field towards the woods. Nobody even spared you a second thought as their restless minds grew more and more distant. You relaxed as you realized you were alone, and hummed quietly to yourself as you crept through the woods looking for dinner.

The birds were singing, and the trees rustled softly in the wind as you wandered farther and farther away from camp. The small stream you crossed was probably where Jirou had collected water earlier, and just for the hell of it you decided to climb up the waterfall. It probably wasn’t the smartest move, but it was about a thirty-foot climb and it looked like fun. Once you were at the top, you followed the river upstream and searched for any thirsty wildlife.

Being the useless party member was boring. No matter what your companions did, you never seemed to be able to see the value in your own contributions. You were able to broadcast messages across large groups of people all at once, which made you invaluable both in evacuation efforts, and when planning strategies. Your range was somewhat limited unless you really pushed your quirk (if you were scared enough the words and pictures could travel up to five kilometers), but the ability to detect thoughts had less limits. Some people (like Bakugou) naturally suppressed thoughts, while others (like Kaminari) did not. It was easy to tell when the monsters were nearby because they could not repress their thoughts whatsoever. Even less than Kaminari. Everything blurred together in one big, overwhelming jumbled mess, and if there were a lot of them you were easily overwhelmed.

People you could deal with. You had grown up in a big city and gone to school in large classes, you knew what people were like. You could be in crowds with hundreds of voices and be unbothered, purely because it was all background noise. It wasn’t meant to be heard.

Sometimes, the monsters knew you could hear them. Sometimes they wanted you to hear.

You were dragged out of your train of thought as you caught sight of dinner. Drinking at the river was a boar, a yearling probably weighing about 45lbs. It hadn’t noticed you yet, and as you aimed your gun for it, careful not to make a noise, it didn’t stir.

A shot through the eye was all it took, and the animal dropped dead. You grinned to yourself as you approached it, and carefully picked it up and slung it over your shoulder. You couldn’t wait to see the look on Bakugou’s face when he realized just how useful you really were. You carried the boar back downstream, humming one of Jirou’s punk songs to yourself.

“Blood,” was the first thought that filled your head, and it made you halt in your tracks. It was so sudden, and so strong that it had startled you. You looked back the way you came and noticed that about two hundred yards away a figure crouched over where you had killed the boar, and as it uncurled its body vertebrae by vertebrae you felt terror grip your heart.

You were alone. Nobody was going to come save you. You were out of range.

The creature had a massive rack of antlers on its head – it had clearly been feeding off of the local wildlife to make it big and strong. Big and strong it was – towering at probably twelve feet tall with a lanky and deceptively fast body. Its mind was full of violent thoughts, and you heard each and every one. As you noticed it, it also noticed you. You heard its thoughts as they ricocheted around a brain that should not have had the capability to think, and as the word “Need!” filled your mind, it lunged for you.

You screamed in terror, and your quirk activated without your permission, sending the horrifying image of this thing leaping and bounding through the air towards you out in all directions. The image of itself halted it in its tracks, but it quickly shook the feeling off. You dropped your boar and aimed your handgun. The rounds did nothing, and the creature picked up speed again, unhinging its jaw and letting out a shriek so loud your ears rang. You fired into its open mouth, once more discharging an image of its maw. That also gave the creature pause, and as your handgun clicked out of ammunition, you reached for your bat and your grenade. Its eyes were so cold as it watched you change your stance, and you swallowed hard as you noticed tiny hands protruding from its chest. Those hands had once belonged to a child, and that made you angry.

Noticing the pattern, you started to send it random pictures and see what it reacted to. It seemed to recognize itself, so you started sending it pictures of its parts – deer, boar, birds, and eventually people. It kept coming at you, but it seemed almost dazed as it avoided your bat. You grinned to yourself as you assaulted it with more images and increasingly complex thoughts, not caring how you swung your bat. You landed a blow and it shrieked in pain. You then assaulted it again, sending it emotions and increasingly complex feelings. You recited math equations, explained how to start a fire, and told it about yourself in the blink of an eye, still swinging your bat. It connected with the skull-like head and broke the bone apart.

It felt anger now, you could sense it, and it wanted you dead. You kept bashing, overwhelming it psychologically. Then, all at once, you backed off. It shrieked at you as it retreated too, which gave you just enough time to chuck your grenade into its open mouth. You hit the deck as the grenade detonated, and the creature’s throat exploded outwards. As it fell to its knees, folding its long legs under itself, you stood once more. You then raised your bat high and dealt the killing blow to its head, scattering brains everywhere. You kept bashing for another thirty seconds for good measure, until all of the thoughts were gone, and the forest was once again quiet. You panted hard in the silence, and as you once more heard thoughts you gave the creature’s head another few bashes, even though you knew it couldn’t possibly have been the source.

By the time you registered the explosions behind you Bakugou was already sprinting towards you, yelling incoherently. Before you could get a word in, he was blasting the creature’s dead body with all he had. He then turned to you and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, one so tight that your back popped.

“Bakugou?” you asked in alarm, and he just held you tighter.

“Don’t fucking wander away, dumbass!” he pulled away to growl into your face, eyebrows knit. “We thought we’d lost you.”

The thoughts dancing around his head made you almost shiver. “Thank god they’re safe,” and a thousand variations of that hit you all at once, along with feelings of guilt and fear and pride as he took the time to appreciate the beast you had killed.

Sero was next to arrive, having scaled the waterfall in record time. He swung through the trees towards you, clumsy and graceless. His head was also filled with panic and then joy and then wonder as Bakugou let you go and Sero had his hug.

Jirou and Kirishima clamoured over the waterfall, Mina and Kaminari (who for once, wasn’t smiling) hot on their heels. You were pulled into several more group hugs, and as Shinsou approached even he wrapped you in his arms.

“Why the fuck did you go off on your own?” Bakugou yelled.

“We needed food,” you replied. “So, I hunted a boar, which we can’t eat anymore because this thing showed up.” you gave its carcass a kick. You then walked over to the boar cadaver, which was covered in goo and chunks of brain, and based its head in. You did not want this thing coming back in a new form. Either thing.

“Don’t wander off like that!” Kirishima stressed. “You could have gotten killed! If Bakugou hadn’t been here to kill that thing for you-”

“I killed it,” you cut him off, resting the bat over your shoulder and trying not to sound smug. “Apparently it’s not invulnerable to my quirk. I figured out how to use it. Guess I’m not so useless after all, even if I did ruin dinner. Sorry guys.”

Bakugou’s eyebrows twitched. “Who the fuck said you were useless?” he demanded.

“You did,” you replied. “Earlier today.”

“I told you to stop being useless. There’s a difference,” he grabbed you by the shoulders. “Listen to me. You are not useless. You don’t have to run off on your own and nearly fucking get killed to prove that, and I’m sorry if I ever made you think that’s what we wanted from you.”

Holy shit. Did Bakugou just apologize? To you? Were you dreaming?

He pulled you into another hug. “Don’t run off again, okay, dumbass?” he asked softly.

“Okay,” you smiled softly. “I can promise that.”

“Good,” he growled. “And we found the food crates. Turns out that Shitty Hair over here-” Bakugou punched Kirishima in the shoulder, “-put them away in the tent.”

Kaminari sobbed loudly, interrupting the moment. “Denki, don’t cry!” you were hugging him in an instant, and he clung tightly to you like you would just disappear if he didn’t anchor you. “I’m here, and I’m safe. I promise.”

“It’s not that!” he wailed. “We could have had bacon!”

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The Great Academia Road Trip, Part 2 (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: On their first morning away from home, Deku and Aoyama meet in the early hours and wind up passing the time waiting for the others to wake up in an unexpected and playful way.

A/N: I feel like a genius for finding a way to combine these two prompts. I also consider myself a genius for finding a temporary solution to my "I hate titles" problem. Hahaha! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,461

Part 1

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“Good morning, Midoriya.”

Deku turned, smiling when he saw his sparkly blonde friend entering the bathroom they shared with the rest of the guys in their class. It was their first full day of activities on this training/vacation road trip they were on, and – as usual – Deku had been up earlier than most everyone else just out of habit. He’d thought to go ahead and get dressed and wash up before the rest of the guys woke and caused chaos with their limited space, so he was pleasantly surprised when his quiet morning was interrupted by one of his more relaxed classmates.

“Morning, Aoyama,” he replied. “Did you sleep well?”

“Oui.” Aoyama nodded, stretching his arms above him before turning on one of the faucets and splashing his face with cold water. “You?”

“Pretty good, actually.” Deku smiled. Thanks to Kacchan’s random tickle attack last night, any uneasiness he may have felt about sleeping in a new place had been all but eradicated. “I’m not sure what time we’re allowed in the lobby. Do you?”

“No, but if we are quiet I’m sure we couldn’t get into trouble for just looking to see, you know?”

“Right.”

Deku stepped outside to give Aoyama some privacy, and when they were both ready to go, they made their way down the hall of sleeping classmates and other hotel guests to the stairwell, where they poked their head down to see if anyone was moving about in the lobby yet.

It looked astonishingly empty.

“Perhaps it is too early?” Aoyama suggested.

Deku hummed thoughtfully, frowning. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s only an hour before we’re supposed to be up; don’t you think at least one of the teachers would be up by now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well…” Deku glanced around, then pointed to the landing halfway down the stairs where they’d be between the two floors. “Why don’t we sit down there until someone else shows up? That way we can talk without disturbing anybody, and when the lobby opens up we’ll see movement.”

Aoyama nodded. “Good idea.” He stretched again. “I slept well, but my back is sore.”

“Too used to the beds in our dorms?”

“Oui. In comparison, these bedrolls we use during travel are made of concrete.”

Deku chuckled. “They are a little harder, huh?” He watched as Aoyama stretched his arms above his head yet again, tilting from side to side to try and ease the soreness in his back. Deku felt an incredible urge to tickle him while he was exposed, but forced himself to stay put.

Then Aoyama groaned and placed both hands on his lower back. “Midoriya, I don’t suppose I could ask you for a favor?”

“Of course!”

“Would you mind massaging my back a little?” the blonde asked sheepishly, unable to make eye contact. “The muscles are so tense and I don’t think stretching is going to help.”

Deku smiled. “Totally. Here, lie down on your stomach. I’ll do what I can.” Once Aoyama had done as he was asked, Deku gently felt around his lower back, searching out the tense spots his friend was talking about. It didn’t take long at all to find them. “Whoa, Aoyama, you’ve got some serious knots of tension. What did you do? Sleep like a pretzel?”

“Some things cannot be explained, mon ami.”

Deku chuckled again. “Okay, well, just let me know if anything hurts too much. I’ll try and ease the pain for you.”

“Merci.”

For several minutes, Deku worked gently on Aoyama’s back, easing the knots of tension as best he could, massaging the area to ease the pain. He worked for almost ten minutes before checking in. “How’s that? Any better?”

“Much better,” Aoyama sighed contentedly. “I owe you one.”

“Not at all.” Deku hesitated, that urge to tickle him rising up again. Now that he was no longer in pain, it was definitely tempting…

Oh, what the heck? Deku lightly scribbled over Aoyama’s sides, grinning when the blonde yelped and slapped a hand over his mouth, rolling into his side with wide eyes.

“M-Midoriya?”

“Yes?” Deku asked innocently, slipping his hands under the blonde’s shirt to scratch at his lower ribs. “Are you still feeling pain?”

“N-No, y-you – Midoriya, stohohohop…” Aoyama let a couple of giggles loose, rolling onto his back and trying to sit up.

Deku straddled him. “But I think I feel more tension. Right here.” He kneaded his thumbs into the sides of his friend’s belly, right near his navel. When Aoyama’s stomach clenched with suppressed giggles, the green-haired boy nodded seriously. “Yep, there’s definitely tension. Let me work on that, too.”

“N-Nohohohoho! Midoriya!” Aoyama used on hand to cover his mouth and the other to try and push Deku away. “Thehehehere’s no tehehehension! Y-You’re tihihickling me! Plehehehease!”

“Tickling?” Deku exclaimed as though he’d never heard the word. “Is that why you’re giggling? Oh, that makes sense. Definitely.”

“Stohohohohohohop!”

“But I like making my friends laugh,” Deku teased, shooting one hand up into Aoyama’s underarm. Aoyama screeched and finally released his mouth, using both hands to push his assailant away as laughter poured from him freely. “Yeah, just like that!”

“Plehehehehehehease! Midoriya, stohohohohohop!”

Deku beamed, then climbed off of him, patting his knee. “Sorry, Aoyama. But you kept stretching in front of me and then you asked me for a massage and I really couldn’t resist.”

Aoyama kept giggling, catching his breath, and when he looked at Deku, there was a wicked glint to his eye that made the freckled boy both nervous and excited.

“You said you like making your friends laugh? Well, so do I.” The blonde grabbed Deku’s hip, and Deku slapped both hands over his mouth to keep from letting out a scream of laughter, falling back against the wall with Aoyama quickly climbing into his lap, trapping him so effectively he couldn’t move at all. He could only sit there and take it, and the sparkly teen was pressing his thumbs into Deku’s hips so deliberately.

“Please!” Deku squealed, trying his best to stay quiet as he dug his heels into the carpet and wiggled back and forth against the wall, fighting between his desire to cover up his boisterous laughter and his desire to push Aoyama away – or tickle him back again. “P-Plehehehease, not thehehehere, I’ll whahahahake everyone up!”

“Then you shouldn’t have tickled me while I was helpless to fight back,” Aoyama teased, grinning.

“But you wheheheheheren’t helpless - Aoyama nohohohohohohohoho!” Deku arched his back as much as possible when he found the hip bone, forcing the green-haired boy to thrash against the wall, finally pushing at Aoyama with desperate laughter bursting from his lungs. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, NO, I’LL WAHAHAHAHAHAKE THE WHOLE HOTEL – AOYAMAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Good morning, you two.”

The third voice put an abrupt end to the boys’ play, drawing their attention to the top of the stairs, where Shinsou stood with one hand in his jeans pocket as he began his descent.

“Sh-Shinsou!” Deku yelped, pushing Aoyama away now that he was distracted. The blonde tumbled off in a heap. “G-Good morning!”

“Having fun, Midoriya?” the purple-haired boy smirked, walking past him without waiting for an answer, continuing into the lobby.

“I – w-wait! We don’t know if we’re allowed—”

“Didn’t you read the handout?” Shinsou looked back up at the both of them once he’d reached the base of the stairs. “We’re allowed in the lobby after six in the morning, even if we’re not required to be up by seven. They start serving breakfast at six.”

Deku and Aoyama exchanged surprised glances.

“I take it neither of you have eaten yet?”

“No,” said Aoyama. “We were waiting for someone else to show up.”

Shinsou was silent for a long moment, looking between the two of them before his eyes settled on Deku. “Well…I’m here now. Do you…want to join me for breakfast?”

Deku leapt to his feet, nearly pulling Aoyama up with him. “Of course!”

Shinsou nodded, then kept walking.

Aoyama followed Deku down the rest of the stairs, but before they could get too far into the lobby, he pinched Deku’s ribs, making him squeak. “Just getting the last tickle in, Midoriya. You’d better be careful who you choose to tickle fight with.” The blonde winked at him. “I may not go so easy on you next time.”

That was going easy? Deku thought, a thrill shooting through him. He could still feel ghost tickles in his hips where the blonde’s hands had been just a minute before. Still, he couldn’t let Aoyama think he was intimidated. “I’d like to see you try and beat me in a tickle fight, Aoyama.”

The blonde smirked at him just as they caught up to Shinsou in the dining room. “Challenge accepted, mon ami.”

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Part 3

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