#Shinsou may not be a bad character but I do not like him

[violetlunette]

you know I feel like you're the only person i have ever seen who likes Aizawa but actively dislikes Shinsou, cause if someone likes Aizawa you always assume it's a given that yes they must also like Shinsou because they both have so many charcter traits that they're basically Dr Evil and Mini-Me, they're both insomniacs, they're both assholes, they both have non offensive quirks that are incredibly overpowered given the circumstance, they're both arrogant and they have the same mindset of how heroing goes on hating the flashy heroes who are literally keeping society stable and thinking haha yes underground the best

Sorry, this took so long! I’ve been busy with a lot. ^^; Anyway, I’m going to use this to address some stuff that’s been on my mind.

Any! Long-ish post below. Oh, and this was written in a rush as I’m busy during this time, so forgive any grammar mistakes, repeats, and inconsistencies.

Oh, and if you feel I made a mistake anywhere, please be polite in your corrections.

Notes:

*A bit of Shinsou-Critical which may come off as anti-Shinsou (it’s not, but some people are sensitive.)

*Small bits of Aizawa Defense

*Spoilers for Vigilantes and the Main Series

*Bakagou critical (Yeah, somehow he slipped in.)

*Take it with a grain of salt

*Bad language

*images

*Again, very hurried so not as detailed as I would like

Basically, this is just me explaining why Shinsou doesn’t appeal to me. I’m not trashing Shinsou or anyone that likes him, these are just my thoughts. The gist is that he’s not a bad flavor, just not one I care for.

I’ll go into another post about why I love canon Aizawa later when I have the time, but this one is about my issues with Shinsou currently.

Before we dive in, a few things I think you might have misunderstood;

1: Neither are insomniacs. Insomnia means you have trouble falling asleep, staying asleep, or getting good-quality sleep, but that’s not the case here.

Aizawa has zero issues falling asleep. In fact, if SB is canon he can do so very well and instantly. In the same chapter, he was able to stay asleep despite Mic shaking him. He only woke up when his boss came in. The only reason he doesn’t get “quality sleep” is that he’s always working, either as a hero or as a teacher. He only sleeps out of necessity as his eyes need to rest work (along with the rest of him).

Shinsou just has bags under his eyes which could just be from iron deficiency. (I have permanent bags under my eyes and I have a decent sleep schedule.) We have never seen anything to hint that he can’t sleep or is even tired.

2: I think any quirk can be overpowered depending on circumstances but whatever.

3: I disagree. Shinsou is definitely arrogant in his own way, but Aizawa isn’t. He comes off as being so at times but is more than willing to humble himself. One of the reasons that I like Aizawa so much is that he is more than willing to admit his mistakes and flaws and then works on his own to overcome them. Aizawa has even admitted that he admires people like All Might a few times. Speaking of which;

4: Aizawa doesn’t hate flashy heroes, nor has he once stated that being an underground hero is better. He respects All Might as a hero he just doesn’t agree with his teaching methods. At most he doesn’t understand the idea of needing to bother with interviews and such, but not seeing eye to eye and looking down are two different things.

5: Never once has he stated that being underground is better.

6: When he insults people with flashy quirks, he’s not insulting the quirk, but the person. All he’s ever said on the subject was that UA’s entrance exam was unfair, which EVERYONE online has agreed with.

And Shinsou doesn’t look down on flashy quirks. HIS quirk is flashy. The only issue is that it’s non-combative and it’s associated with villains. Shinsou’s only bitter that it’s non-combative and tries to tear others down because of his insecurities. That’s not looking down, it’s being jealous. If you want to see how it looks to look down on non-flashy quirks, look to Bakagou who looked down on everyone except Todoroki.

Okay with all that out of the way, let’s get to why we’re here; I like Aizawa and not Shinsou for a few reasons.

First, is that Aizawa, even when he was disadvantaged, never blamed the world for his weaknesses or shortcomings.

He actively worked hard and trained, even before Oboro died. He knew he had weaknesses and while he would bemoan them, Aizawa always did his best to improve. (Actually, Aizawa is a lot more like Tamaki than Shinsou, in that respect, but I digress.) Again, Aizawa trained himself AND he got himself a weapon that worked six years to master.

Shinsou is willing to humble himself later in the manga, however, he did very little on his own. He wanted to get into UA, so submitted a form to general studies and waited for the sports festival. That’s it. He didn’t train, he didn’t study combat or anything to overcome a weakness the entrance exams would have made very clear to him. And even at the sports festival, he relied on the strength of others to get him through it, then complained that the world was against him (we’ll get to that).

That’s not a failing as Izuku was the same before he met All Might. I’m not saying that it’s a flaw that Shinsou did nothing himself.

However, I am saying this is a point for why I like Aizawa over him as I like people who recognize their weaknesses and try to overcome them. He has low self-esteem but he tries. When he was a teen he saw that he had a disadvantage in combat and became a decent brawler and even taught himself to use a very complicated weapon. He saw a flaw in himself and works to overcome it (except for the smiling thing, but oh well).

The next Aizawa never tries to tear people down to make himself look better. He doesn’t actively look to cause a fight or hurt others.

Aizawa was kind even to people who tried to tear him down. (I’m not calling Laser eyes a bully as there’s a big difference between being a bully and being a jerk.) Even after laser eyes insults him and calls him useless--

--Aizawa acts like the bigger person and extends his hand twice by letting him keep the sunglasses he liked--

and then by offering advice on how he could improve.

At first, Shinsou reminded me of Bakagou, in that he looked down on everyone around him. (Again, he got better later on, but for nearly a hundred chapters this was my main impression of him.) True, he didn't insult them, but it came off that he was looking down on them as he had people carry him like slaves.

(Here, he may be thanking them, but that smirk makes it clear it's not sincere.)

Yes, Aizawa’s rude as well and can come off as a jerk but that’s because he’s blunt. He’s not purposely being an ass to stomp over others. And on the occasions, he is an “asshole” it’s with the intent of helping others (or in the case of Hizashi, playful fun).

The worst thing he does is put a black mark of expulsion on student records and yes. It is VERY extreme but at the same time, we’re kinda forgetting something. See, here’s the thing;

Aizawa is training these kids to fight villains.

They can’t afford to fool around as one single mistake can and will cost lives, either theirs or others. The black mark makes it clear that they’ve got no choice but to improve. And Aizawa doesn’t throw them to the wolves. He does what he can to help them become better (when plot armor doesn’t get in the way). Hell, he remained loyal to the traitor despite that latter setting up Class 1-A to get killed twice. It’s very clear that the expulsion and the black marks are scare tactics. We have seen any evidence of his actions ruining anyone’s life. In fact, we see that the scare tactic actually worked a few times.

In chapter 6 we see that scaring Izuku with the thought of expulsion forced him to figure out how to use his quirk without wrecking his entire body at once like he did the first time using his quirk. And even then, Aizawa wasn’t an ass for the sake of bullying his student like Snape would. He explained to Midoriya why what he was doing was stupid and why that wouldn’t fly in the future.

“But threatened to expel Izuku for not controlling a quirk he only had for two months!” Aizawa was locked out of the loop and didn’t know that. As far as he knew, Izuku had his quirk his whole life. Everyone likes to point out that because of the law there’s no way to properly train quirks but students like Bakagou, Todoroki, and Ochako have full control of their quirks along with the rest of the students. Later in the series—in Tamaki’s flashback—we see that students do get training for their training. Further evidence is that we’ve never seen one person in the world not know how to properly use their quirk. (Morally is another story.) Therefore, from his POV, there was no excuse that Izuku shouldn’t have control either.

 Moving on, all of that was to show that his most jackass actions are not for the sake of being an asshole, it’s actually to help. And you know what? The expel threat and the black marks do help.

It made the rest of the students of Class-A put their best foot forward on the quirk assessment so he could see where everyone’s starting point is. Then there’s a scene where a student states that it scared his previous class into doing better and helped them to grow. So, again, while it’s extreme, we’ve seen that it works.

The bottom line, when Aizawa is an asshole, it’s with the intent to help others. When Shinsou does it, it’s to help himself.

And I do understand that Shinsou does this because a) that’s the best way to use his quirk and b) he has severe low self-esteem in himself.

He truly seems to believe that everyone thinks of him as a villain because of his quirk. (They don’t. They just don’t like it when he uses their quirk on them, something Shinsou very much enjoys doing.)

And I do sympathize with him on that, believe it or not, but that doesn’t mean I like his attitude. Maybe if he was called out and forced to grow out of this I would be more endeared but still.

But to be fair, we do see him act better after the sports festival as he is grateful to work with the others. He’s even mostly polite. Shinsou even admits that he does want to help others and we see that when he helps Izuku, who has lost control of his quirk.

We also see that Aizawa cares for his students and fellow teachers. We see him make friends with former criminals.

We only get a glimpse of this with Shinsou in School briefs, which I’m not sure how much to take as canon as it’s written by Anri Yoshi and not Kohei Horikoshi, but let’s assume it has the Star Wars canon logic (before Disney got a hold of it) and say that it’s canon because it got his stamp of approval.

In School Briefs, Shinsou is kind, thoughtful, and considerate towards his classmates. He even admits guilt for the effect his actions had on Ojiro, whom he brainwashed without consent.

What annoys me about him though, is his writing.

He is always going on and on about how everyone looks down on him and his quirk but we see the opposite.

Shinsou is overly praised for everything he does and no one has ever said anything bad about him or his quirk. They’ve only said that the quirk is usually associated with villains and not to use it on them. Oh, and that Shinsou could force people to do things for him. It’s thoughtless and insensitive but no malice was intended.

And I’ll throw him a bone and say that Shinsou internalized these comments to the point where he cannot believe people’s compliments. It’s still annoying.

To me, it’s like a woman bemoaning she’s ugly when she looks like a model and has everyone telling her, “Wow! You’re gorgeous.”

And you know what? From a storytelling point, it’s a waste! Shinsou could have been used to explore how people can be prejudiced against quirks. And it’s really simple to do this;

1: At the sports festival have some of the heroes make comments about how questionable his quirk is.

2: In his flashbacks actually have people say bad things about him and call him a villain, or have him overhear conversations.

3: Or—if you want to have an arc where Shinsou just internalized ill-thought words—have him come to realize that he was mistaken.

It really was that easy for the bare minimum. As is, we just have Shinsou’s perception which, when you look at the evidence, shows that he’s wrong about what people think.

He could also be shown struggling with the moral implications of his quirk; true it’s cool and powerful, but it involves taking away someone’s free will and at times affects their memory. Even if he doesn’t see it as a big deal, others obviously do. Why not explore it? See how he handles this, how he comes to terms? Maybe use it to develop Ojiro as well, as he was the one most affected by Shinsou. Have them debate and explain their sides where Ojiro points out the shittiness of using others without their consent and forcing them to do things against their will while Shinsou states that’s how his quirk works, then find a middle ground.

As is, we’re told that Shinsou was told that he couldn’t be a hero with his quirk, but we constantly see otherwise. Again, the only person who gets more narrative dick-sucking is Bakagou. And even with Bakagou, we see him get humbled here and there. (For two seconds, but I digress.)

Plus, Shinny’s personality is basically just copied and pasted. He’s a mini-zawa with a slightly different backstory and a bit more arrogance. And yes. Despite his low self-esteem, Shinsou is arrogant and prideful. (True, this is mostly at the sports festival where his arc starts.)

Look how he uses his quirk; he has others carry him around like a king. This isn’t bad and I like that he is one of the few to stand up to Bakagou. (I wanted them to fight and have Shinsou win, which would have been good for both arcs, but I digress.)

I just prefer Aizawa’s personality with Aizawa, who I see more of and whose backstory and character I like. He’s also not a one-note character, Shinsou is.

Aizawa is a strict teacher but he loves his students and wants to help them in his own way. He’s also a tsundere friend to Mic and Midnight. His relationship with Shirakumo is heartbreaking as he was the one who always inspired him and now he’s a brainwashed corpse.

Aizawa is a hero who stops to help people even on his days off and uses villain fights to get out of events he doesn’t care about. He made friends with low-collar criminals and had them make him so much coffee, he inspired them to open a cat cafe. The list goes on.

Shinsou is just a one-note character. He wants to be a hero but struggles because externally he’s no good at combat and internally he’s got the idea that everyone thinks his quirk is villainous to the point he can’t believe anyone who tells him otherwise (even when it’s LITERALLY everybody). Which is compelling I grant you, but what else? Who's his best friend? What food does he like? Why does he have bags under his eyes and what's up with his hair? Shouta looks like a hobo because he doesn’t think it's rational to waste energy on personal upkeep, what’s Shinsou’s excuse?

This is why Shinsou is a favorite for fanfiction. He has a setup for a tragic backstory that people can have fun with, he has a canon connection to a fan favorite, his past is mostly blank, and family is never mentioned, and his personality is basic enough that writers can add whatever they want to fit the story. But for me, why go for the bland diet version when I can have the more rounded original?

And finally, here are a few very pretty reasons;

1: I don’t like his design. The color of his hair is nice but that’s it.

2: He has angsty teen vibes where he acts “oh, no one likes me!” when everyone is praising him more than Narcissist did his own reflection and people are literally throwing themselves at him to sing praises. And no. The fact he’s literally a teen doesn’t help.

3: And the pettiest reason I don’t like him; he is always shoved in my face. (I told you it was petty, but this is an opinion piece so fuck it! :p)

Everyone and their mother has decided that Shinsou is Aizawa’s son which is annoying. I already don’t like the character, so having him forced in my face is grating. But he’s everywhere because people like the potential of his character. And to be fair, there is a lot of potential. Like Ari, he is good fanfic material. I just don’t like him enough to explore it.

I mean it, I filter every tag I can with them and these fuckers will still show up. I can’t tell you how annoying it is to really get into a fanfic only to have these guys suddenly thrown in. It’s like eating a really good meal only to find a fly in it. Maybe it won’t ruin the meal but it’s not as enjoyable as it was before. (Sorry, small rant.)

It didn’t help that I was getting the face full of Shinny when I was doing the first read and still had the SF impression of him where he reminded me of an Emo version of Bakagou who I REALLY dislike.

His relationship with Shouta doesn’t appeal to me either. Again, there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s just we didn’t get to see too much of them interacting and the scenes where they did weren’t much different than the ones with his other students. And there’s not enough contrast in their personalities to set up potential interesting interactions if that makes sense. They’re too much alike to be fun for me and the things that separate them aren’t enough. Yet, in 90% of fanfics, there he is, written as a poor woobie child who needs daddy Aizawa to love him (shut up internet, you know what I mean). I just can’t stand him anymore mostly because of that. (Fanon Shinsou is the worst for me because I know what he’s actually like in the manga.)

Bottom line;

Aizawa is a well-rounded character with virtues and flaws. He struggles with having a non-combative quirk but instead of just blaming the world for being unfair, he works to overcome his weaknesses, earning the admiration of his friends. He’s blunt and rude, but he’s also kind. As a teacher, he’s super strict and merciless, but also forgiving as sin. Why hasn’t he expelled Bakagou or Mineta? He wants to help them get better (not that he takes action to do so but I digress). He’s also more than a one-note character.

Shinsou is very one noted and—mostly due to lack of screen time—relies on exposition for character development. He’s rude and arrogant, and because of his low self-esteem wants to drag others down. He uses his quirk on others without consent even though his quirk requires taking away someone’s free will, then treats them like slaves under his control. Then when they mention that the quirk made them uncomfortable, he blows it off. He also comes off as someone with a victim mentality. He’s always claiming that everyone thinks his quirk is evil but the majority of the scenes show the opposite. People overpraise his quirk. Now, I’m sure he doesn’t have this but it comes off that way.

Shinsou’s writing annoys me and he just doesn’t appeal to me as a character.

I have Shouta who’s a lot better and more fulfilling emotionally. Why do I need his less-developed clone? It didn’t help that due to his lack of screen time, his first impression of the sports festival is what stuck in my mind for the longest time before we got to see him grow up a little and we didn’t even see that development.

Again, it all comes down to personal tastes and I hope I explained this well. I did this all in a rush and luckily I had some images on standby for other characters.

#anti shinsou hitoshi #anti hitoshi shinsou #Shinsou critical #bakugou critical #mha aizawa #Aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #I should have gone with a shorter answer but here we are #Shinsou may not be a bad character but I do not like him #Shouta on the other hand #while not perfect is great and I love him #bnha #mha #bnha meta #take with a grain of salt #written in a rush #mine #meta issues #long post

[terrarain]

seasons of love

characters: todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo

summary: four seasons, four guys. different drabbles based on the season.

notes: reader's pronouns unspecified, swearing, it's entirely fluff! mentions of a reader with a pollen allergy in keigo's, some possessiveness in bakugou's for like one line, ticklish reader in shinsou's

word count: 4.5k

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂️ spring; takami keigo

Keigo didn't see much appeal in the rainy showers that May would bring. The rain had an unpleasant tendency to wash away traces of villain activity; it was a criminal's best friend. Activity in the streets were always lower when it was raining. People weren't as alert.

So he doesn't really get it when you're tugging at his sleeve with a cute pout that. As he stares at your jutted out lip, he has the oddest desire to bite it.

"Please. It'll be fun."

"Alright, consider me convinced, birdie."

All you had to do was say please with wide eyes and pouty lips and he was done for. Keigo's sure that Miruko would laugh her ass off at how easily Keigo acquiesced to all of your requests. Good thing for him, then, that the rabbit hero was nowhere to be seen.

And so that's the explanation behind why Keigo, the number two hero Hawks who was currently on a break, is currently walking next to you. In one hand, he's holding a well-loved umbrella and his other hand...

Golden eyes linger on the free hand at your side, swinging forward and back as you practically skip along the rain-washed sidewalk.

The hand that's not holding the umbrella twitches.

"You really like the rain."

"It's the best part about spring."

The beaming smile that you send his way makes Keigo feel all melty inside with affection. A part of him is glad that his wings have been reduced to just a few feathers at the moment. He has a feeling that, if his wings had been full, they'd be puffing up an embarrassing amount right about now.

He cocks his head to the side slightly. "Not the flowers?"

"The flowers are nice, too. But they make my allergies act up and those aren't much fun."

Keigo recalls memories of you in past springs, nose all runny and red, eyes slightly teary.

"But you're cute when you're sniffling," he teases, trying for a flirty smile. You just roll your eyes playfully.

"You won't be saying that when I'm constantly blowing snot into tissues."

You'd still be cute in his eyes. He's seen you a snotty mess before, when you got sick one time, and Keigo couldn't help but think that you looked stunning.

"You look beautiful all the time."

"Yeah, yeah, you flirt," you laugh, unconvinced.

Shit, he thinks distantly. I'm down real bad.

Keigo hadn't been saying that just to flatter you. He really did think that you were the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes upon. Anybody who said otherwise was just wrong. They'd have to be blind to not recognize your beauty.

"Seriously," he insists. A flush takes over your cheeks, faint but still there. Keigo smiles to himself.

"Anyways," you fluster, walking a bit faster. He quickens his pace as well, careful to make sure that the umbrella that he was sharing with you was still covering you. He could feel his shoulder getting a little wet, but he didn't really care.

"So," Keigo drawls, one bushy brow raised. "Didja drag me out into the rain just so we could walk? I know I'm irresistible," an eyeroll from you, "...and that you want to spend more time with me, but we could just hang out at your apartment like usual."

"You're such a homebody," you muse. "Who knew that the flashy, number two winged hero Hawks is a shut-in."

"Hey," he says, not all that offended. "Your place s'real comfy."

And nobody expects anything of him when he's in the comfort of your well-lived in home. He's just Takami Keigo in private, cracking jokes and play-wrestling with you. Just another average joe who's hanging out with the love of his life a friend.

" 'sides," Keigo continues, looking over to you quickly. "I'm out here with you, aren't I? Even though I have no clue what you're up to."

"Oh, I never told you, huh?" you muse. The look in your eyes is playful, almost childlike.

"What schemes are you cooking up in that pretty little head of yours?" he questions, eyes slightly narrowed. He moves up a bit more to walk next to you when he sees a car approaching from behind. There's no puddles for the car to splash the two of you with, but better safe than sorry.

"You said that you've never played in the rain," is your non-answer.

Keigo does faintly recall telling you this. It had been a while ago, if he's remembering things correctly. You were working your magic in the kitchen while he was sitting at the counter as he watched when he had let this bit of information slip.

Ah, he realizes. "That's what all this fuss is about?"

"You're missing out," you insist when you hear his perplexed tone. "Right now, it's raining. And you're on break. So... now's a great time to take you out."

Keigo almost makes a joke about you taking him out in a different context — for a date.

The joke doesn't come. Instead, he just says: "Chickadee, I've flown through the rain. You're actin' like this is my first rodeo out in the rain."

You let out a little (cute) frustrated huff, eyes narrowing. Your arms cross as you speak. "Put the umbrella aside. We're going puddle jumping."

Keigo cocks a brow in questioning, "Uh, you sure? You'll get—"

"—wet?" you interrupt him as you bring the hood of your raincoat over your head. "That's what the coats are for."

"If you say so," he says, giving up easily enough as he brings the hood of his own raincoat up before closing the umbrella. Keigo really can't say no to you.

The two of you stand there under the rain. It's not particularly harsh, but it's definitely not a light drizzle, either. A scarlet red feather flies up to carry the umbrella that he sets to the side.

"So, what now, professor?" Keigo says, grinning. "Please do teach me about the joys of rainy weather."

"Gladly," you say as you offer him a hand. It only takes a nanosecond before his hand is in yours, his gaze expectant. The raindrops that fall onto the exposed skin are cool.

You tug at his hand, gentle, and he follows behind you like a lost puppy. Keigo finds himself feeling glad that there's nobody out at the moment — that there's nobody to disturb this moment between the two of you.

"Just gotta find..." you trail off, eyes scanning up ahead for something. Eventually, your aimless wandering becomes directed as you let out a small 'aha!'.

You're leading him towards a recently formed, sizeable puddle on the sidewalk.

"Are we going to—"

"Yes."

"Chickadee, we'll be soaked."

"Didn't take you to be such a party pooper," you tease, stopping right at the edge of the puddle as you look over to him.

Keigo gasps, offended. "Me? A party pooper? Why, I oughta—"

You don't wait for him to finish that sentence, jumping into the puddle in front of him with a lot more force than he thinks is necessary. The water comes up and out of reflex, his arms rise in a futile defense against the liquid.

"You were saying?"

"You are so cheeky," Keigo says fondly before he joins you in the puddle, jumping into the rainwater just as a child would.

He hears you let out a little squeal as water flies up towards you and Keigo grins, kicking some water at you as a form of payback.

"That's cold," you giggle, eyes bright.

"I said it'd be cold earlier while you were trying to drag me out," Keigo replies, letting you tug him out of the puddle as you begin searching for another puddle to jump into.

"Worth it," you declare.

He tilts his head curiously. "You're having that much fun?"

Your reply catches him off guard and he almost stumbles.

"It got you smiling again," you say easily, turning around a corner. Your face lights up when you see another untouched puddle. "Not one of those safe smiles. A smile smile."

"A smile smile," he echoes with vague amusement. His heart is fluttering and his cheeks are warming. Keigo, pointedly, does not acknowledge it. "Your descriptions could use some work."

"Oh, please, you get the point," you grin. "Now, come and help me ruin our jackets and boots more, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," Keigo says, joining you in your adventures into the puddle of water while he thinks,

Maybe the rain isn't all bad after all.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☀️ summer; todoroki shouto

"Thank you! Come back again!"

Shouto one perfectly-shaped brow slightly as he glances over to you. You're waving to the person leaving with a sunny smile. In the sky, the sun had already started lowering.

"Are you doing this again tomorrow?" he questions. The hand that's waving stills momentarily before dropping back down to the table of the stand he sat at with you.

You lick your lips. On the table, you're twisting your fingers - Shouto recognizes it as one of your nervous habits.

"Um... well, you don't have to, if you don't want to."

Shouto shifts, gaze briefly flickering over to the bucket of icecream surrounded in his ice. He repeats his question, slightly reworded this time.

"Do you want to do this again tomorrow?"

Your eyes, Shouto thinks as he returns your stare, are something that he could gaze at for hours upon hours on end.

"I do," you admit, lips upturned in a shy smile. "Are you... free tomorrow?"

Shouto's hums as he leans forward a little towards you, chin in the palm of his hand. The darkening of your cheeks makes the smile on his face grow a touch wider. "I am, indeed, free tomorrow. I presume you will be enlisting my assistance as a personal cooler again?"

The little laugh that slips through your lips is light and breathless as you nod. "Mmhm. Really, thanks again for this, Todoroki."

"It's no problem," he says, and it really isn't. Although the request had been an odd one, he didn't particularly mind.

The request in question had been related to ice cream carts - which, to his understanding, are portable stands that sell ice cream. You had told him that you'd wanted to run one - but didn't have the money to rent one out. Shouto had been on the verge of offering to rent one for you when you had eagerly tugged him over to a makeshift stand.

"So, I decided to make my own!" you had told him a few hours ago. Your previously eager smile had turned sheepish when you made a request. "But I don't really have anything to keep the ice cream cool in the heat, so I.. I was wondering if you would be willing to be a cooler? You'll get half of the money the stand makes!"

Shouto would've provided his assistance regardless of whether or not you were paying him. He had said as much, but you insisted on paying him anyways.

"You're really sure you don't have anything else to do?" you question, frowning in concern. "It can't be that fun for you, sitting around at a table in the heat for most of the day."

"The heat doesn't really affect me," he says smoothly, smiling warmly as he looks at you. "And I think it's quite enjoyable. You're very good company."

"Oh-" you clear your throat, all flushed cheeks and giddy smiles. "You're good company, too, Todoroki."

His lips downturn. "Shouto."

The look you send him can only be described as bewildered.

"Call me Shouto," he clarifies. "We are close enough for you to refer to me as such, no?"

He tilts his head when you stare at him with wide eyes.

"Then - you can call me by my given name, too," you say shyly. When he says your name out loud, you nod slightly. "That's me!"

You then shuffle a little, turning to reach for the bag of ice cream cones. He watches with rapt attention as you scrape out the last remaining bits of ice cream in the bucket and drop it onto the cone. He retracts the ice he had around the bucket, seeing as there was no ice cream left to keep cool.

"You should have it." you say after watching him. When he looks at you, you're holding the cone out for him.

Shouto shakes his head. "It's alright. You can have it."

"Shouto," you huff. "Really, you should have it instead. You've been entertaining my whims 'n whatnot the entire day, so.."

The usage of his name has him hesitating; he wonders if you'll say his name again if he keeps refusing. The small pout on your face discourages him from that, though, and he decides to opt for a compromise.

He leans in to take a bite of the ice cream in front of you. Vanilla melts a little on his tongue before he swallows the bite, the coolness of the treat lingering. When Shouto pulls back, he observes your flustered expression with some amusement.

"There," he says simply. "I've had my fill. You can have the rest."

You open your mouth to protest and he just raises a brow in a silent question. He seems to conveyed his message well, because you bring the cone to your lips and take a small bite as you look away from him. Shouto gently pokes at your flushed cheeks, eliciting a giggle.

The smile on his face is fond. Shouto doesn't really have a favourite season - he didn't see a reason to have a favourite.

But, as the sun sets in the distance, last few rays of sunlight framing you in a picturesque scene as you finish off the ice cream cone in your hand - Shouto thinks that if he had to pick one season as his favourite, it would be summer.

ˏˋ°•*⁀🍁 autumn; bakugou katsuki

Katsuki doesn't indulge people. He doesn't entertain their whims. He gives absolutely zero fucks about the desires of other people.

(A lie, sort of. Katsuki is just a little soft towards his closest friends and he lets himself get dragged into their antics sometimes. But he would never openly admit that.)

That's what he says. That's what he told you, more or less, when you had thrown his coat at him and pushed him out the door of the dormitory. Which he let you do because he's particularly soft towards you.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud," you tease him with a playful grin. His expressions sours even further, which earns him the action of you poking him in the forehead with one finger. "You'll get wrinkles early if you keep frowning so hard."

"Stuff it," he says heatedly as he swats your hand away. It's an action that he immediately regrets, but his body doesn't relax in the slightest.

You don't seem to mind, laughing good-naturedly, which pisses him the fuck off because you should mind. He treats you so roughly and it's unwarranted, he thinks. Katsuki knows that he's an asshole and he knows he's far from being a nice person.

You should be treated kindly. Should be hanging out with someone just as bright and sunny as you.

But at the same time, he doesn't want you to do that. It's an unreasonable possessiveness, he thinks, because you're not even his. You don't belong to anyone.

Katsuki has no idea why you still hang out with him.

You're all soft touches, kind smiles, playful quips — and he's rough around the edges. He's a horrible person and he's done fucked up shit in the past that he regrets so, so deeply and he doesn't get you. Or any of the things he feels for you.

You're more resilient than he would've ever thought — because while you were all soft and shit, you knew when to stand up for yourself and you never let yourself be pushed around. You're firm with him and handle yourself well around him. Something about you, terrifyingly enough, disarms him.

His classmates — friends, they call themselves — are also weirdly eager to be around him, just like you. They actively insert themselves into his life and include him in their playful banter.

But you hang out with him the most. Some people have commented on it, in the past. He had just replied to them with a dark glare.

"Alright, this is a good spot!"

Katsuki cocks his head to the side, brows still furrowed. "Hah? Whaddya mean?"

The two of you are standing in a fairly open space, a few ways away from the dormitories. It's a clear part of campus with several trees hanging overhead.

"Pretty, isn't it?" you say, not answering his question at all. Your gaze is directed upwards, so he follows. Golden yellows, crimson reds, vibrant oranges act as a natural ceiling. Bits of the blue sky are peeking through.

"The fuck we standing here for?" he asks, all gruff as he looks back at you.

In one smooth motion, you pull out two rakes and what the fuck.

"Where the hell were you hiding those?"

"Trade secret," is your playful response as you press a rake to his chest. He grabs it out of reflex more than anything. "Less questioning, more raking."

"Hah? What's this shit even for?"

There's a glint in your eyes as you reply.

"Raking leaves," you state the obvious and he rolls his eyes. "We're making leaf piles to jump in."

"That shit's for kids," he grumbles, unmoving as he watches you fly around the leaf-covered ground, starting up a small pile of multi-coloured leaves.

"You're basically just a big baby," you coo and his glare sharpen. You don't seem to react because you're somehow never affected. "So I don't see the problem."

"That's—" he flounders, eventually deciding on a snarl. "Listen up. I'm not fucking making fucking dumb piles of fucking leaves just so you can fucking jump into them."

"Is fuck the only swear you know?" you question. You're teasing him.

He glowers.

"This is unfortunate," you sigh dramatically. He watches you carefully as you pause, looking down at the pile of leaves at your feet with a forlorn expression. "I didn't think that the Bakugou Katsuki would be so terrified of a few leaves. Guess I need to go get someone stronger to help me out."

Katsuki knows that you're trying to get him to rake leaves. He knows that you're poking at his ego and it's ridiculous because there's absolutely no reason for him to get competitive over a few fuc- shitty leaves. It's dumb, really—

"Fuck you," he spits as he starts raking up a pile of his own at record pace. Katsuki misses the painfully soft smile on your face, more focused on making his pile bigger than yours.

For a few minutes, it's just the sound of two students romping around and the scraping of the steel rakes against the ground that fills the air. Eventually, Katsuki comes to a halt when there's no more leaves in the immediate vicinity. He considers going out further to get more leaves for his pile.

"Damn," you whistle and his chest swells a little in pride at your impressed voice. "That is a big pile of leaves. I surrender."

"Ha. Did you think you could beat me to begin with?"

You snort, hand wrapping around his wrist. He can feel the sweat forming on the palms of his hands and he thinks that, if the lightning dumbass was around, he'd be making so much fun of Katsuki for the sweaty hands.

Katsuki has a few swears lined up, but none of them manage to leave his mouth because you're tugging him along.

Straight towards his pile of leaves.

(He could probably plant his feet firmly in the ground, making all of your attempts at moving him around futile.)

(He doesn't.)

Katsuki is stumbling into the mountain of leaves along with you as you destroy all of his hard work with a jump.

He's a little worried that you'll hit your head against something and before he knows it, one of his hands are resting against the back of your head as the two of you lay down on the ground.

The smile on your face makes him feel all soft and gooey and shit inside.

"Look," you say, and he glances up at the sky briefly as per your request. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Leaves are fluttering down gently around the two of you, warm tones unique only to autumn painting the air. It really is a sight to behold, he thinks, as he looks at your content expression.

The leaves eventually settle and you take it as your cue to stand back up. Katsuki looks at the hand that had been previously cradling the back of your head before he stands up roughly a second after you.

There's a golden leaf in your hair.

Without thinking, he reaches out slowly to pluck the leaf from your hair in one, easy motion.

"..Bakugou?"

"You had a leaf in your hair," he grumbles, flicking it off to the side. "Dumbass."

"That's mean," you say, but the smile resting upon your face with darkened cheeks makes him feel like you aren't so offended. Katsuki thinks he likes the way you look when blushing. "Round two?"

"Your pile is still there," he huffs. "Whaddya mean by round two?"

"But it's small," you lament, gazing upon your small pile of leaves. It definitely pales in comparison to the tower of leaves that Katsuki had cooked up earlier. "It'll be a lot more fun if it's bigger. Let's collect all of the leaves up into one big pile."

"This is dumb," he says, lips turning upwards in a slight smile.

"But it's fun!" you beam.

"...Whatever," he breathes out, turning away brusquely to hide his growing smile.

Katsuki's chest feels warm as he shoves a small bunch of leaves into the growing leaf pile.

ˏˋ°•*⁀❄️ winter; shinsou hitoshi

"Fuck, don't go in there. Are you a dumbass?"

Hitoshi shifts slightly. "Probably."

In all honesty, Hitoshi has no idea what's going on in the horror movie that you had put on.

There's some screaming, probably some ghosts or something - was the movie a ghost movie? He couldn't remember - which was all very cool. Probably. But he's more interested in you.

His best friend. That he's fallen irrevocably in love with.

You take a sip from your mug of hot cocoa, eyes watching the laptop screen with rapt attention. There's some sort of noise that comes from the screen that draws his own attention over. A rather ghastly, pale creature shows up behind the movie's protagonist.

"I told you so," you mutter, like the protagonist could hear you.

"Damn, someone doesn't leave the house," Hitoshi comments off-handedly, referring to the unnaturally pale, spindly creature currently chasing after the main character.

That draws a snort from you. A sound that has him wanting to poke at you so he can hear it again.

"Like you're one to talk, 'Toshi."

Now that has him actually poking at your sides. He takes the hot cocoa out of your hand and sets it down on his desk before he starts jabbing his fingers into your sides.

You break down into a mess of airy giggles as you try to pry his hands off of you and he grins.

"Hey. My complexion is way better than that thing."

"I don't know," comes your drawl once he stops tickling you, gazing up at him with an impish grin. "When was the last time you left the house and touched some grass?"

"There's no grass to touch," Hitoshi says, getting off of you to gesture at his window. Outside, a flurry of white storms on. "There's a fucking snowstorm. Its been snowing like crazy the last few weeks. Any grass out there is long-gone."

"Sounds like excuses to me," you chirp, settling back into your sitting position on his bed. He can't help but note that you're a lot closer this time. If he moves as much as an inch, his legs would bump into yours.

Hitoshi counts to three to calm himself down.

His heart beats thunderously against his chest anyways.

"Oh, she's definitely dead," you say, interrupting his thoughts. He raises a brow and turns his attention to the screen of your laptop.

Sure enough, there's a gory mess of fake blood and organs and a lot of screaming from the girl.

"You don't say," he drawls as the screams die down. You smack his arm playfully.

"Hush."

"Technically, you're the one who keeps initiating conversation," he snarks.

The smile on your face grows and he allows himself to think that you're smiling at him fondly. "Smartass."

"You know it and you love it."

Silence.

Hitoshi panics. What did he say, again? He definitely said the l-word. He hadn't been thinking. What did you think? You had suddenly gone silent and-

"That, I do," is your whispered response.

His body locks up and he just stares at you, but you aren't looking at him. Your gaze is resolutely fixed on the screen, acting all nonchalant - but he catches the darkened hue of your cheeks.

He smiles softly and turns his attention over to the screen, half-watching.

The scene had moved on from the girl's death. There was some arguing amongst people in a dingy little room. The only safe room in the house, if he recalled correctly.

Something to his side shifts and then he feels a warmth pressed up against him. His reaction is immediate, head snapping over to you.

"It's cold," is all you offer for an explanation, drawing the shared blanket closer to you.

The heating system had broken down a while ago, so the two of you had opted to share a blanket. It was a large blanket — big enough for two people to share without ever having to touch the other. He figures it could probably fit three.

Hitoshi continues to stare.

"You're always warm," you clear your throat, pulling your end of the blanket up around you to hide your flushed cheeks.

"What am I, your personal heater?" he manages to joke, trying to ignore the heat creeping up the back of his neck.

"Yes," you declare simply.

He rolls his eyes fondly. Boldly, he slowly snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer against him.

For the body heat, he clarifies to himself.

There's no protest from your end, so he assumes he's in the clear. If anything, you're snuggling up against him and fuck if it isn't the cutest thing ever. It's getting harder to resist the urge to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"We should do this more."

Your voice comes out quiet, tentative. Hitoshi licks his lips as he hums nervously.

"What, cuddling?" he says, half-joking.

"Yes," you say, completely serious.

Oh, fuck me.

"It's not annoying, is it?" you question, a bit of hesitation flickering about in your gaze.

"No," Hitoshi replies immediately, arm around your waist tightening a little. "Nah, 's fine."

The hum he hears from you is happy as you turn your attention back to the movie. The horror movie you had put on was just background noise to Hitoshi as he relaxes into you.

And if the two of you don't move from your positions long after the movie ends, well — that's only for you and him to know.

a/n: still not super comfy with how i write bakugou gAH i want to do the boy some justice bc he's got a lot going on,,, hopefully i'll get it with time

#shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #keigo x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki shouto #rainywriting

[mirukosbitchywife]

dabi, toga, kirishima, tamaki, and shinsou x reader

got a request for a reader who sends the characters a text that their parents are fighting and asking to come over! mostly fluff, maybe a little sad in some parts but nothing too angsty

eijirou kirishima:

•as soon as he gets the text he's telling his moms and they all start getting ready to host you last minute (his moms make you hot chocolate🥺)

•will sit outside with you while you smoke even if he doesn't

•burrito wraps you in a blanket and plays your comfort show/movie while hand feeding you snacks

•speaking of snacks. since you're staying over at his house he is making the most of it and will make you bake with him. (he's so bad at it. you have to save whatever treat you're making but he's trying his best)

•tells you you can always come to his house, even without warning. he might even give u a key

tamaki amajiki:

•will let you bum a couple cigarettes off him. i def think he's also a smoker

•he probably has his own apartment or something and will let you stay with him as long as you need

•he starts cooking for you as soon as he gets the text (it's his love language) so expect some comfort food

•let's you borrow his clothes to stay in if you want them

•will make you do a spa day with him, he puts face masks on the both of you, he runs you both a bath, he washes your hair, he does your nails. definitely the type to love pampering his s/o

hitoshi shinsou:

•also probably has his own place, let's you crash there as long as you need

•another smoker. probably has a pack specifically for you lmao. if anyone can relate to your situation it's probably him.

•will make you help him build a fort. what's more comforting than being surrounded by pillows and blankets? also perfect spot for you two to nap

•he probably has cats so expect him to drop them on your lap. they're great cuddlers

•you fall asleep half in his lap with his arms around you while he games

himiko toga:

•lives with the league so you can literally stay as long as you want they don't care

•she may or may not have stolen a pack of cigarettes of jin for you to have when you got there. who knows honestly

•also definitely one who can relate to your situation so expect to get tackled into a hug as soon as she sees you

•another one who likes to pamper their s/o, she'll want to paint your nails, do your hair, dress you up, everything. even if you're not into that, it's worth going along with just for her smiles

•has matching pajama sets for you both and you Have to wear them.

dabi/touya todoroki:

•lives with the league too obvi, you don't have to worry about if you can come over or not

•also very much can relate to your situation. guy probably starts chainsmoking himself as soon as he gets the text, stressed that you're going through something similar

•will offer you the pack he's running through when you get there

•probably isn't amazing at offering comfort, but he will pull you into a hug that lasts probably a little too long but neither of you are complaining

•makes you help him cook a meal but he rules the kitchen with an iron fist so you get kicked out. you get banished to the couch

#bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x you #kirishima x y/n #eijirou x reader #tamaki amajiki #amajiki x y/n #amajiki x reader #amajiki x you #tamaki amajiki x reader #hitoshi shinso x y/n #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi x y/n #shinsou x reader #shinsou x y/n #hitoshi shinsou #toga x you #toga x y/n #toga x reader #himiko toga #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #touya x reader #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you

[theloganator101]

(Sorry for clogging up your ask box) If Hori actually allowed for Aizawa to be more than Wish.com Kakashi, we could have gotten something like this:

- Aizawa's "logical ruses" making 1A have some level of mistrust towards him, making them go to the other teachers for different things.

- Aizawa realizing he may have judged Izuku unfairly after he saved his ass at the USJ

- Aizawa actually reflecting on Present Mic calling him a terrible teacher, musing that he may actually be right

- Have fucking SOMEONE call him out for favoring Shinsou and neglecting his students while having the nerve to bitch about All Might

- Aizawa (and All Might tbh) realizing that they made a huge mistake pairing Izuku and Bakugou in the finals when they see him blatantly refusing to work with Izuku, FAILING Bakugou when he gets knocked out (will forever be pissed that Sero failed because of that while Bakugou passed)

- Aizawa realizing that he does in fact suck as a teacher when there's 6 of his students in the remedial course while there's 1 of King Vlad's

- Have the journalists push back when he gives that BS speech about "Bakugou wants to win, so he'll be a hero and is totally not a walking, talking red flag", perhaps by bringing up his past expulsions in the vein of "what did your previous students do that was so bad while Bakugou gets to stay a student"

- Have Bakugou fucking expelled after that bullshit fight with Izuku, especially him admitting that he threw the first punch. And there was a FUCKING CAMERA that reported the fight to Aizawa. You mean to tell me he didn't watch the footage and see that Izuku wasn't engaging for most of the fight?

- Just have someone (maybe Mic) call him out on the fact that while Oboro's death was awful and it's not his fault that he's traumatized by it, it doesn't excuse him taking his grief and trauma on everyone around him

Had to pair these up to really answer the bullshit that is Aizawa.

Nah but you are right on ALL OF THIS!

I too cannot view this man as a caring parental figure to the class when he's barely done anything to help them.

Aside from Bakugou, what is Hori's reason for not calling this man out for being a flat-out hypocrite and unfair teacher? I seriously wanna know.

Aizawa COULD work if the narrative AND characters call him out on his bullshit!

I know @justatalkingface described Aizawa as being someone who represents the sin of pride and I think that could tie in really well if written right.

Have the characters get onto him and him trying to stand his ground, using his trauma to excuse his actions but it won't cut it anymore.

And that one scene you explained with the journalist pushing back... I now wanna see that as a fanfic.

But all in all, Aizawa is a garbage character at being an asshole with a heart of gold when there are other characters that did it better.

#bnha critical #mha critical #anti aizawa #anti aizawa shota #aizawa critical #anti shota aizawa #izuku deserves better

[italeean]

Hello ^^ I’m honestly pretty late, but may I partake in the event?

Name— Suzuni or nickname of Suzu

Description— I enjoy writing stories (though I more often than not find myself daydreaming about what I could write instead lol) and artistic activities such as painting/art & ceramics. Ofc I suck at my hobbies 👍👍 (I think so anyway)

I like,, honestly I have no idea. Daydreaming/picturing scenarios in my mind? I do it rlly often lol, so ig I probably like it? As for dislikes, myself— And rudeness and arrogance lol 

I try to surround myself with people who are both playful/teasy but also decently observant (Warning for mental illness mention— I have depression and consequently may make darker comments at times). I also tend to use a lighthearted and casual tone when talking about serious topics relating to myself (e.g., warning again here, self-death)

Oops that got long, sorry about that :’l

I’m a lee, and as for fandom, either Haikyuu! or My Hero Academia if that’s alright ^^

Relationship— romantic because why not lol

Preferably a male character

Anyhow, have a nice day/evening ^^

Hiiii!! Sorry for the inactivity... again 😅 istg this period is driving me bonkers but I'm also having lots of fun!! Anyway, thanks for participating, I hope you'll like who I matched you up with ❤️🍡 *hands you the usual dango to eat while you read*

🔮 So, for my event your pair is... SHINSOU

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

1. Sneaky, fairly smug and a little mysterious. Perfect ler material if you ask me 😌 2. I see him as a very caring and careful soul, who doesn't bond with everyone but holds extremely close the ones who manage to gain his trust 3. He would be able to understand if you need help or are struggling mentally, and he'd be there 24/7 for you 4. He could use his quirk to induce relaxation and/or make you fall asleep... obviously if you're comfortable with it and give your consent 5. He would totally get involved in your hobbies! I already see you two painting or doing ceramics together 6. You probably have made a "couple sculpture"... like a heart broken in half and each one of you keeps a half in their bedroom 7. He trained with Aizawa. He knows how to be silent. Expect surprise tickle attacks from any direction at any time~ 8. He'd be extremely happy to read your writings and give you a review about them!! He'd probably use tickling to convince you to let him read them hehe 9. Tickles whenever you say that you suck at what you do! He doesn't tolerate when someone talks badly about someone he loves (even when it's you talking badly about yourself) 10. He finds it extremely cute when you space out and daydream, so instead of interrupting you, he would cuddle up to you and hold you in his arms while you imagine any kind of scenario 11. He probably volunteers cat shelter, and sometimes you join him. Seeing how gentle he is with cats made you fall in love with him all over again. 12. When his insomnia hits hard, he comes to your room and you two end up hanging out together all night long. Or if you fall asleep, he just cuddles you and watches over you, as if he could keep bad dreams away.

🔮 Tickle scenario

Everyone liked weekends, but you surely had one more reason to enjoy them. Both you and Shinsou were free from school, which only meant one thing: date!

You always did something different: watching anime, making sculptures, painting, chatting, taking walks... one time you even tried to crochet, but he made a mess and got so grumpy that you decided to drop that activity.

That Saturday, you two decided to go at the cat shelter to do some volunteering. It was a really unusual date, but you loved spending time with each other and a ton of purring furballs. Also, the happy, adoring expression on Shinsou's face was so endearing...

The owners of the shelter were extremely nice with you, and they adored how you spent your free time on "volunteering dates". Obviously they made you work a little, but then they let you play with the kitties as much as you wanted! Actually, they let you play until it was closing time... or else you would've never gone back home.

"Hey baby I'm done with Kai, we can go home." Shinsou called for you after leaving a 5-month-old kitten to sleep, but he got no response. He saw you sitting on a chair, your back was facing him. "Baby didn't you hear me? We got-" "Shh!" You suddenly interrupted him.

He raised an eyebrow and approached you, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The new refugee of the cat shelter, who refused even to approach the sweet owners, was cuddled up on your lap and peacefully asleep. "Would you look at that..." the tall teenager smiled, "seems like this little rascal finally chose someone to trust." He was overjoyed to see that furball finally open up.

"Too bad that this human is already busy with someone else~" He reached out to grab the kitten and put him back in his sleeping pillow, but you swatted his hands away. "You're not ruining this moment..!" You whisper-yelled to not disturb the sleepy little angel, "It took me the whole day to get to this point, now we're staying here." You stated, more assertive than ever.

Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow, clearly amused with your antics, "Oh really? Then it would be a shame if a sudden earthquake disrupted your peace~"

You didn't have time to ask him what he meant. A tingly feeling spread throughout your body, making you almost jump and throw away the poor kitten. "Shinsohohou!! Stahap ihihihihit!!" You did your best to keep your legs still and not wake the little furball, but at the same time you desperately tried to swat Shinsou's hands away from your sides.

"But I'm doing nothing, honey... it's just the earthquake." He mused, close enough to your ear to make it tickle, and then blew a raspberry on your neck for good measure. He had to admit, he was a little surprised by how much you were resisting the impulse to squirm away. In other circumstances, you would've already jumped away and hidden somewhere, maybe curled up in a ball.

"Wow, not so squirmy now that you have the little rascal on your lap, huh?" He asked as his fingers played with both sides of your ribcage as if it was a piano, "I think we should name him Giggles... a fitting name related to a wonderful memory like this one..." He thought out loud with the clear intent to tease.

However, the fun had to come to an end. The owners were closing up and you two had to go back to school. He chuckled evilly and without wasting time, he drilled softly under your arms. This time, you couldn't hold back the squeal, which woke up the cat.

"Ah... you're finally awake, Giggles. Did you have a nice rest on my girlfriend's lap?" The violet-haired guy slowly approached the cat, "Now it's time to go to your actual bed, though. But we'll be back soon, alright?" He picked up the little one and laid him on his sleeping pillow and waited for him to fall asleep, then he looked at you and helped you up.

"Come on, say goodbye to giggles and get ready to go, or else I'll let you alone in Aizawa's clutches if we arrive late to UA." He told you with a smug grin on his face. You quickly got ready, not wanting to be scolded by the strict teacher, said goodbye to the owners and got on your way with your boyfriend.

"So... did you have fun on this date, Giggles 2?" Shinsou asked, laughing at how red your face turned, which made you smack his arm in utter embarrassment.

"Shut up..."

#350/400 followers event #tickle matchup event #my hero academia tickle #boku no hero academia tickle #mha tickle #bnha tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!shinsou

[lurking96]

what are your top 3 favorite and least favorite mha characters ?

I am sorry. I kinda forgot that I had this in my ask box. As for favorite characters in no specific order. Monoma: I think he was supposed to be more but got shelved as the audience did not seem to enjoy his first apeparance. He is basically a discount AFO and could have been a rival to Midoriya. Why make a whole rival class if you are not even using them. He can be theatrical but he is not a bad person or evil. There is more to his character. He got a "Weak" quirk but made the best out of it. He really wants his friends to thrive. Izuku: He is a good protagonist that sadly at times also gets sidelined. He is not a crybaby do nothing like some people make him out to be. His growth at times can be more subtle especially in the current chapters. Generally I hope we are getting a little bit more out of him going forward. He is realistic in the regard that he has emotions and one can feel with him. Uraraka: She has a realistic goal of helping her family. She is not all about the money. We get where she is coming from. She does not follow the usual tropes like "Confessing in the middle of the war" which makes her refreshing to watch. She can push her feelings to the side to do what is right though she still has those feelings. Generally she is an enjoyable character that sadly gets slandered at times. Now as for the characters I do not like. Again no specific order and before I start I want to say that just because I dislike a character does not mean you are not allowed to like them. Same for if you like a character i am also allowed to dislike them. Shinsou: I think his character is mostly held up by fanon ideas of him. Canon wise there was no muzzle, no horrible parents, no being shifted from one family or another. Generally I think there is a lack of potential with that one. We get that he wants to be a hero because he wants to be one. His motivation could have been more. Especially with the "Evil" quirk thing. He seems to blame others for his shortcomings. Hagakure made it into the hero course (Off switches are fanon) so he could have too. Aizawa: Again like his mini me he seems to be held up by fanon. Yes he wants to protect his students. He is however not that great of a teacher. Rather harsh which not every student may thrive in. Bound by logic and avoiding his own emotions. Which may in turn make him think that his emotional reactions are logical. Also at times he seems to get used as a mouthpiece by the Author like in the Sport festival. Bakugou: What a shocker after looking at my blog /j. Parts of his stans can be quite annoying. People seemingly have created this fanon persona. This woobified person that they simply end up putting in his body. I do not think the "Atonement" & "Redemption" is that good. It seems to flip flop at times. Yes I don't want a full character change. But at times he says something just to reverse later on it. It seems surface level and the "Apology" by itself and his actions do not necessairly paint a "Good" picture. As this seems surface level and if one digs deeper one may draw a different conclusion. I could expand on this but at this point I want to keep this short. Sorry again for only answering it this late. If there are follow up questions i will answer them sooner.

#anti bakugou #aizawa critical #shinsou critical #anti bakugou katsuki

[deleteddewewted]

Hello, could we get a very frustrating fic that ends well aidjwksj

A Sweet with reader pining for Monoma and him pining for them too. He suspects that they like him but then- "oh, why would they like me anyway?" Reader finally starts to give up, and Monoma's hurt (why am I hurt? They never felt that way anyway.)

Then- idk, please make it end well TT

Thank you, and good luck for the event too! I hope you're having a great week <3

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Monoma x Gn! Reader

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For however cocky Monoma was, he never really felt like he was all that special. He would say he was because he knew it would get people to react but he truly didn’t feel like he was anything noteworthy. He had friends, mostly Kendo, Pony, and Tetsutetsu but that was because they would at least let him get away with his eccentrics without complaining most of the time. Did he want to be the annoying bastard that they knew him as? No, but it also wasn’t like he wasn’t naturally annoying either. He made it his duty to use his natural irritating personality to make the lives of the people whom he disliked, or in his word hated a miserable existence. Was it bad? Not in his eyes. He loathed people with “heroic” quirks and it was enough of a motivator to challenge anyone and everyone who looked at him sideways. So, imagine his surprise when he noticed that not only had Shinsou, his new best friend, transfer into the hero course but also an international student join the course in their second year. You were naturally a new rival to him since you got into the A course but he couldn’t help but feel curiosity when it came to your quirk. You didn’t start arguments, didn’t fall for any of his insults, and didn’t talk back when he purposefully annoyed you. You weren’t angry when he would touch you and take your quirk for himself. There was never a single frown from you, well, you did get upset with him when he talked bad about Jirou’s ears, but besides that, you never got upset with him. He found himself irrationally obsessed with you. 

He followed you around and began to make small talk with you to see what made you tick. You were pleasant, your voice flowing nicely into his ears and your laughter making his heart flutter. He couldn’t imagine being in the same class as you. If he was, he would fail because he’d be too distracted looking and listening to you. He envied the time that others got to spend with you and it did things to his heart when he’d see you laugh at others’ quips and jokes. His face feels warm when you look directly at him and give him a quick smile. He craves time with you, wants to hold your hand in his, to touch you in such a gentle manner that he himself never really received.

“Monoma?” You walked into the empty classroom per the notes request and found Monoma fidgeting with his tie. He panicked when he saw you, the afternoon lighting making you look relaxed.

“I- I wanted to ask you something.” He tried to push the words out but the bell rang and you both had to head out.

He wondered what the outcome would have been if he got the chance to confess what he felt. Maybe you would accept his feelings but the more he thinks about it the more he agrees with his self-doubt that you would never get with someone like him. He thought back on what you would do together and felt like he’d concocted much of the things he noticed. Maybe you hadn’t been smiling at him during joint training? You probably weren’t even enjoying your lunch since he would talk so loud beside you. He probably wasn’t the person you were yearning for.

Yeah, he could be very dramatic but he also knew when to stop pushing. He knew he’d never be as ripped as Kirishima or defined as Bakugou. Hell, even he could admit that Shinsou was even more attractive than him and Shinsou had eyebags that made him look corpse-like. And, then there were the girls. Kendo was tough as she was pretty, Pony was adorable, Uraraka was very close to you and she was the cutest one. And yet, even with his intense skincare ritual, he wasn’t able to feel flawless like the others. He felt improper when he was around you.

You felt lonely once Monoma began to ditch lunch in favor of going who knows where. You grew to enjoy his company and even his extravagant personality. You enjoyed it, it made you happy to share some time with him. You couldn’t really describe it but his person just managed to do something to you. Your heart would start to race and when he’d get up to insult your classmates, you couldn’t help the need to calm him down. You made yourself the class A Monoma repellent, and you did it by choice. You liked having an excuse to talk with him and to touch him. God, you just realized how much you touched him. You would grab his arm and link it with your own, you could get away with teasing him back and flustering him too. You were the exemption to any of his rules and it made you feel special in a way you never thought you could feel. When he had asked you to meet him in the empty classroom, you hoped that he was going to say what you’ve been fantasizing he’d say to you. A confession. Something sweet and dramatic where he declares he likes you more than just a friend. But that never came. He pulled away, his no longer meeting yours and his hands no longer grabbing onto your arm.

It was hard to accept that Monoma didn’t like you back and that he preferred to be away from you, but your heart still belonged to him. He had you wrapped around his silly little finger. You tried making efforts. Maybe that would show him that you wanted something more. You brought him treats, mainly muffins, and macaron because you knew how much he liked his sweets. You trailed him, spoke to him, and gave him the space that you knew he sometimes wanted but nothing really brought him back to the person that you once knew. He didn’t bother bothering your class anymore and be it that your class was happy about not needing to deal with Monomas antics they still felt your absent joy. So you let him go.

Monoma watched the distance increase and it drove him mad knowing that you were there and so close to him. He knew that his time was running out, that he might never get the chance to say something to you, so he did what felt right and cornered you. He was red with embarrassment, not only because he kabedon you but you were both in a populated hallway with your classmates staring at the sudden banging noise he made. 

“Y-Y/n, i- can we talk?” He didn’t wait for your response and pulled you away towards a secluded corner where no one would bother you two. His hand was covered in sweat which made it uncomfortable when he laced his hand with your own. Monoma cleared his throat and licked his lips before speaking.

“I-I wanted to address the growing rift between us and I wanted to make my feeling clear.” His face was beet red but he continued.

“I like you…a lot. I want to hold your hand and kiss your cute nose. I want to…kiss you and hold you and know that you’re with me.” His voice became soft as his hand slipped out of yours and found its way towards your hip. It felt comforting, the pressure of his hand acting as a way to ground you and distract you from your racing heart.

“I guess what I’m trying to ask you is if you’d be with me as my partner. Be my anchor, my co-side character.” He let out an amused exhale and smiled at you with downcasted eyes.

You gently grab his chin and made him look at you. His eyes were a pretty shade of blue, periwinkle to be exact, and the amount of shy adoration that existed in them. You brought him close to you, his nose making contact with your own as you basked in the closeness. He felt homey and safe to you. No insults were thrown and no cruel comments on someone’s performance were made, just blissful silence between you both. You pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek before tucking your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’d like that. I want to be your co-side character. Only with you, Neito.” You both missed the small gasps and cheers that your classmates let out when they caught you both holding each other. Kendo and Pony sighed in relief while Uraraka suggested date ideas. It didn’t matter to you nor to Monoma but it felt nice to know that the people around you were supportive. You took in his scent and melted when you picked up on the cologne you bought for him back when you were both getting to know each other. It all felt right and you couldn’t wait for the other surprises that would come with being with him, your co-side character.

#monoma x reader #monoma x you #monoma x y/n #monoma neito #ask #dd answers #dd speaks #mha #bnha #my hero academia #monoma neito x reader

[ao3feed-dadzawa]

A Little Birdie Told Me...

A Little Birdie Told Me... by MintyCrystal

Sparrow is a name known to many and a face known to none, and Midoriya Izuku wants to keep it that way. After a forcible encounter with reality and the idea that yeah, maybe you shouldn't meet your heroes, he spends his nights hunched over a screen, giving information and analyses to anyone willing to compensate him. Of course, he's not helping villains get away with murder, he's not evil, but it's not like he's shying away from those with unsavory morals either. He's neutral. Grey. He likes it like that.

Enter a crazy inventor with a new dream on a stainless steel platter.

Or: A story of friendship, science, birds, and taking your life into your own hands.

Updates Tuesdays and Fridays at 5 PM EST.

Words: 4083, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Birds of a Feather

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Hatsume Mei, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Maijima Higari | Power Loader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Class 1-A

Relationships: Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Support Department Midoriya Izuku, Informant Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Smart Midoriya Izuku, Snarky Midoriya Izuku, Tired Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku are Best Friends, Hatsume Mei is a Good Friend, Genius Hatsume Mei, Chaotic Hatsume Mei, Aromantic Asexual Midoriya Izuku, Lesbian Hatsume Mei, Neither of those are very relevant but there will be NO ROMANCE BETWEEN THE TWO, I love me some Izumei but I don't wanna write it yknow I wanna write FRIENDSHIP, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, Texting, just a little bit of it, Analyst Midoriya Izuku, YES Beta Reader!, Anxious Midoriya Izuku, This fic has a discord!, Please join it!, Parental Maijima Higari | Power Loader, Tired Maijima Higari | Power Loader, That is not a tag but it is true, Rated for swearing, This is the new version! Do not read the old one! It is very very very bad!, Please forget about the old one if you've read it I am BEGGING you, Also see I told y'all I would actually rewrite this bad boy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, eventually, give it a bit

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42738507

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[sero-pairo]

Apocalypse

by Lets_get_writey

When he came home he heard her before he saw her. The animalistic growls that came from her room shook him to his core. He heard the staggered footsteps of hers and the door to her room swung open. Why? why didn't he lock it before he'd left like shed told him to. He felt the tears trickle down his cheeks as he held the gun already loaded, like he'd known somehow this would happen.

He hesitated as he looked at her twisting her head towards him unnaturally. "I-Izuku..." Her voice grated sounding foreign to his ears. She smiled as the last of her normal self showed in her eyes. "It's okay. You can do it." She encouraged and Izuku felt more tears as he took aim watching the light fade behind her eyes as she screeched and began to bolt towards him.Her movements so unnaturally sharp. He'd closed his eyes hearing the shot ringing in his ears. And the thud or her body hitting the floor.

-_-_-_-

The zombie apocalypse started nearly two years ago. Izuku has gone through hardship after hardship and is still surviving. Alone.

Until fate causes none other than Katsuki Bakugou to cross his path. How will this influence the future.

Words: 6114, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Shouji Mezou, Tokoyami Fumikage, Kendou Itsuka, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Jirou Kyouka, Shinsou Hitoshi, Yaoyorozu Momo, Asui Tsuyu, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta

Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Death, Mild Gore, Guns, Bats, Dead Midoriya Inko, Traumatized Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has Trust Issues, Trust Issues, Violence, Blood and Violence, Midoriya Izuku Has Issues, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Everyone Needs A Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Original Character Death(s), Character Death, Trauma, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Doubt, Midoriya Izuku Has Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Hatred, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape, Midoriya Izuku is a Mess, How Do I Tag, Tags May Change, Tags Are Hard, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Alpha Todoroki Shouto, Beta Sero Hanta, Omega Kaminari Denki, Beta Kirishima Eijirou

from AO3 works tagged 'Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto', https://ift.tt/sSir3L8

#seroroki #todosero #todoroki shouto #sero hanta #serotodo #todoroki x sero #sero x todoroki #bnha #m

[fic-recs-for-all]

Prince of Heroes

This is a bnha series written by TheNarator and available on ao3. It currently consists of 4 fics, with a total word count of 343,536, a rating of mature and is a WIP.

Trigger warnings for violation of bodily autonomy, force-feeding (and if that along with the all might bashing doesn't give you an intriguing hint to the contents of the fic nothing will), child abuse and complicated relationships between parent and child.

Here is the summary of the first fic:

Izuku has always wanted to be a quirkless hero. The online quirkless community, the only place he's ever felt accepted, have always supported him on that. They need him to be a hero for people like them, people who have bad quirks, villainous quirks, or no quirks at all. Being a hero for his people has always been the plan.

Then he gets the chance of a lifetime, to be a hero in the spotlight. Just not the way he wanted.

Now Izuku's future as the first quirkless hero is jeopardy, and with the fate of the world hanging in the balance, his dream is more important than ever. The adults in his life don't think he can do it, but that's never stopped him before. With a legacy on his shoulders and a destiny nipping at his heels, Izuku will have to fight to become the type of hero he wants to be.

Now that I've got the basics over and done with, I must confess that I love this fic - I binged it on a car journey last week (it was not a short car journey) and it is wonderful! It contains all my favorite tropes - all might bashing, class 1A being protective, moral greys and quirkless midoriya. But, despite that list of tropes making it sound one of many similar fics, it puts a completely unique spin on All Might and Izuku's relationship, among many others. Other highlights include Monoma (and a few other side characters who do not get enough love) being developed main characters, a refreshingly different approach to some of the main events, and a Midoriya and Shinsou who are aiming for social reform!

Do not read this fic if you are looking for dadzawa, hate any fic which shows any of the villains in a redeemable light or want to see redemption for Bakugou.

Do read the fic if this post appeals to you, you will not regret it! I have tried to avoid spoiling many of the twists and turns this fic takes, so you may be surprised in a good way by the directions this fic goes in :)

#bnha #fic rec #fanfiction #wip #midoriya izuku #shinsou hitoshi #monoma neito #all might bashing

[violetlunette]

Hi! I read through your blog and i find your analysis so interesting! Personally i like a lot of the characters you criticise and you definetly helped me figure out my mixed feelings or think of a new perspective. (this isnt a bad thing btw i like hearing your perspectives) (Like, i always liked Toga but her character was iffy to me and Shinsou i liked but you made me realise i like the potential of him more than his canon lol)

Anyways, sorry if this is a weird question but who are two characters who never (or very little) interacted in canon that you would like to see interact?

Personally i want Mr Compress and Monoma to interact.

Like i know theyre on opposite sides and have no reasons to but the two have some overlapping concepts. Mr Compress is descended from a phantom thief and Monoma calls himself Phantom Thief and theyre both crafty and sneaky character.

Does it make any sense? No. So i think they would get along? Absolutely not. Do i think it would be funny? Yes. Do I want them to eventually get along? Yes but they would be kicking and screaming.

Its purely self indulgent i admit. Sorry if its annoying but im interested if you have any characters you would also like to see together.

I’m glad to introduce new perspectives to others as that’s what I try to do here! I’m glad people like them! ^_^ And I don't self-indulgent stuff especially when it allows be to be as such. Anyway, Monoma and Compress would be interesting. Both do present themselves as thieves for the greater good and have out-there personalities. I have TONS of characters I wish interacted more. Below are a few off the top of my head but there’s not a lot of detail right now. (Maybe someday…)

Present Mic and Ochako; there’s a set-up for some good interaction as he obviously likes her a lot. No, really. I love Mic’s blatant favoritism with her and I think it would be nice for Ochako to have a personal cheerleader. They also have a lot in common by being the emotional support to underdogs they admire, being energetic, and having a focus on their careers.

Aizawa and Present Mic with Tsuyu; Tsuyu is my favorite candidate for the Maizawa Family child (along with Izuku). Tsuyu not only shares traits with Aizawa but Present Mic as well; All three share bluntness, and empathy, and take care of the ones they love. Tsuyu also shares Aizawa’s rational nature, Hizashi’s supportive nature, along with his ability to see the bigger picture. At first, Mic may be thrown off that he can’t read her expressions but over time he would be able to read her body language and realize her feelings easily. Tsuyu would take care of both the men, however, they never let her take too much upon herself (though it would be hypocritical all around). What Tsuyu has that neither don’t, however, is that she’s able to look at the bigger picture of things logically, whereas they focus more on the emotions of the people they love. Speaking of which;

Todoroki and Tsuyu; These may not show it, but they are very emotional people. They love and care for their friends and basically the mom and dad friends. However, where they differ is their morals. I think it would be interesting to see Todoroki’s ideology of, “screw it, I’m doing what’s best for my friends and family” vs Tsuyu’s “Even though it hurts me, I will put what's right and the well-being of the world above my emotional needs.”

Hizashi and All Might; Shipping thoughts aside, these two have a lot in common, and I believe Mic would be able to help All Might come out of his shell more and help him with understanding people more. (Remember, All Might had to keep to himself for years to keep his secret, so social interaction isn’t his strong suit.) Likewise, I think Mic could use emotional support that isn’t tsundere-ish all the time or snarky.

Midnight and Momo: Both share the fact that they are very secure in their bodies (perhaps a bit too much). It would be nice to show Midnight giving Ochako more confidence in herself as a leader (especially since the manga wants us to believe that’s the case). Also, these two are opposite enough to be interesting as a mentor and mentee, as Midnight is someone very comfortable with her sexuality, and Momo is an Inugene.

Six and Izuku; I’m going to do an entire post on this someday but I think these would be very interesting as enemies.

Knuckle Duster and All Might: Polar opposites, yet they share the fact that they started off as heroes but lost their powers which ended their careers. (I like comedic opportunities with All Might trying to hold Knuckle Duster back from punching someone.)

Makoto and Hizashi: Mic has a busy schedule and Makoto can organize it. That and I believe that she’s one of the few that could handle his energy as she has just as much. If nothing else, she would be a good manager to him.

#hizashi yamada #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #mha #bnha #bnha meta #asui tsuyu #tsuyu asui #izuku midoriya #present mic #eraserhead #erasermic #(mentioned) #maizawa family #(my version) #makoto tsukauchi #knuckle duster #bnha six #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #midnight #nemuri kayama #bnha midnight #momo yaoyorozu #ochako urakara

[kirishimaswife2819]

ahh hi! may i request Midoriya, denki, and shinsou (if you don't wanna do all these than that's alright!) reacting to a male or gn s/o flinching during a fight? like they were having a little argument s/o thinks they're about to get like- smacked for whatever reason and flinches? sorry if this is a bad req if this makes you uncomfortable that by all means delete/ignore! sorry my english is bad ahh

Their Reaction to Their S/o Flinching During An Argument || Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki

Masterlist 1 || Masterlist 2

↠Author’s Note: Okay so I know these weren't the characters you requested but I don't write for Denki (anymore) or Shinsou, I apologize!! I still hope you enjoy this tho!! Thank you for requesting!! - JJ <3

↠Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Shoto Todoroki x gn!Reader

↠Summary: Their reaction to their partner flinching during an argument, as if they were going to hit them

↠Genre: Angst/hurt/comfort

↠Word Count: 600+

↠Warnings: Arguing, mentions of smacking, no actual violence tho

↠Notes: None

Izuku Midoriya

The argument was over something pretty stupid, and Izuku did admit he got a little loud but he hadn’t expected you to flinch like that

“And I told you that- did you just flinch?” He immediately got quiet when you flinched, he had just raised his hands and moved them a bit to further explain with his hands, what he was saying out loud

“Um- yeah-? You weren’t gonna smack me-?” You asked, letting out a little bit of a breath when you realized he wasn’t going to hit you

“NO OF COURSE NOT WHY WOULD I DO THAT? ARE YOU OKAY-?”

He accidentally got a little loud again from the pure shock of you thinking that he was going to smack you

“I’m so sorry for getting loud and making you flinch and I’m sorry I made you think I would hit you and I’m sorry I got loud again and I’m sorry and I would never do that and I just hope that-”

“Izuku I forgave you an hour and a half ago-”

He feels really really bad and keeps apologizing for it periodically throughout the week, he just feels really really bad about the whole situation and he’d never hurt you and he hates that he made you think that he would

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki’s loud, violent, and even pretty mean at times, but normally not to you, that’s why you were so shocked that he was being so rude to you

You had tried talking to him about it when he suddenly snapped at you, going off about how you’re annoying and stupid and that you need to just leave him alone

While he was going on his rant, he lifted his hand to run it through his hair causing you to flinch back and he immediately stopped, his face softening a great deal, “...did you just flinch because of me?”

At first you thought he was going to blow up on you for flinching, but instead he just sighed and genuinely apologized

“I’m sorry.”

Now that might seem like nothing to anybody else but Katsuki doesn’t apologize, not like that, you’re not sure you had ever even heard him utter the words “im sorry” in the 6 months that you two had been dating, but he just did and then he shocked you even more when he went on

“I didn’t mean to get loud. I’m just in a bad mood. But I’d never lay my hands on you, I swear. Can I give you a hug?”

Katsuki also never asked for hugs or anything like that, he always waited for you to initiate so this also came as a shock to you, but you accepted his hug and his apology and hugged him, forgiving him for what he did

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto doesn’t get mad or fight with you often, so when he does, it’s really fucking scary

He was getting really loud and you could tell from the look on his face that he was pissed off, his skin even looked like it was fuming, he didn’t even make a move with his body, you just heard the tone in his voice get even angrier and louder, so you flinched

He paused right where he was, and attempted to calm his anger for a few seconds before speaking, “I apologize for scaring you. I’m assuming you flinched because you were scared I would hit you, but I was not going to do that and I never would do that. I know I got a little loud and I hope you’ll forgive me, love.”

Even though you accept his apology, he’d still probably bring you a gift the next day, probably something ridiculously expensive that you don’t need but he insists that you need it

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[th0tfairy]

Hello🐸 may I have headcanons of some of the MHA/BNHA boys with a fem!S/O but her pussy is really tight?? shes not a virgin, her cunt is just tight 🤷🏿‍♀️ this isn't the first time [character name] and Y/N have fucked they just cant get over how someone can be so tight

other details- established relationship and you can pick the characters

only if you're comfortable and if requests are open :)

remember to drink water and eat daily <3

Oh hey I actually have been eating and drinking more thanks for asking 🥰

I would kinda call this vaginismus headcanons cause my friend has it but idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Deku: always makes sure you’ve gotten wet enough by his girthy fingers before fucking you. Does it gently and painstakingly slow

Shouto: idk shouto probably just jerks himself off and gets himself close enough to the point where he only had to fuck You for a couple seconds so it doesn’t hurt and he doesn’t feel bad abt nutting in 10 seconds

Bakugo: you’re the one who keeps insisting they have sex, but he’s really iffy abt it bc he doesn’t wanna hurt you. Always hisses and curses under his breath abt how you’re squeezing him and then curses himself for not checking in on u

Kiri: he has like …. A huge dick even for normal sex havers :( so sex w him is always a bit painful at best. But he’s the type to hold u gently and go at a pace you’re comfortable with

Kami: lol kaminari is cussing up a storm talking about how fucking tight that pussy is and then stutters his hips and pulls out to nut on your clit

Sero: he lights candles and dresses his bed in silk sheets to try and make u as comfortable as possible, uses nearly a whole bottle of lube and checks in on u every other stroke

Shinsou: he’s holding himself back from fucking u how he wants. He knows you’ll b able to build your way up to his pace someday

Hawks: he talks u thru it and keeps kissing u telling u how good you’re doing as he eases himself in and out

Dabi: he silently relishes how good this is but slows down so you can experience some of the pleasure too. When he gets too rough, he pulls out and licks u out to apologize

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha smut #bakugou x reader #deku x reader #kirishima x reader #todoroki smut #todoroki x reader #dabi x reader #dabi smut #shinsou smut #Deku smut #midoriya smut #bakugou smut #kirishima smut #kaminari smut #kaminari x reader #sero smut #hanta sero x reader #hawks smut #hawks x reader #shinsou x female reader #izuku midoriya x you #shouto todoroki smut #dabi x female reader #hawks x y/n #sero x female reader #kirishima smut headcannons #denki kaminari smut

[angelplummie]

Hello! How are you? I saw your HCs of Class A boy’s insecurities and I enjoyed reading it! May I request Shinsou, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Sero for the next part of them if you are planning on doing a Part 2? Thank you💜

THINGS CLASS 1-A BOYS ARE INSECURE ABOUT and how you help them feel better p.2

tiny angst big comfort

1A boys x reader

masterlist

warnings: none!

part 1 shiratorizawa ver.

TODOROKI

•shoto, surprisingly, has insanely hairy legs

•like HOLY SHIT THAT GUYS LEGS ARE HAIRY

• he’s kinda self conscious about it especially since he got teased for it as a kid, and it’s kinda unexpected of him

• when he’s at ur dorm ur watching a movie and ur doing that cute couples thing where he’s on the sofa and ur right below him and his legs are on either side of u

•well his sweats were riding up his leg so much so that the elastic is over his knee now, and his whole shin is out

• absent mindedly, you lean over to one side and wrap your arms around his calve.

•he kinda jumps when you run your fingers through the hair and muzzle your face into his knee

•���what are you doing?”

•”hm?”

•”why are you hugging my leg?”

• “cuz i wanted to. do you want me to stop?”

• ...

• “no”

• you turn back the movie fingers resuming their gentle combing through his leg hairs. which felt weird for shoto, but not necessarily unwelcome

•he was a little embarrassed, but you didn’t seem to mind his leg hair, so why should he?

BAKUGOU

• for some reason, he’s really hyper conscious of how he smells? like he’s showering all the time just to make sure he doesn’t reek

•it probably comes from his sweating a lot for his quirk, but either way, he does not want to smell bad ever. ever ever ever ever

• especially when he starts dating you, he hates the idea of him hugging you and you just thinking about how badly he reeks

• (even though no one has ever told him he smells bad, or even suggested it? entirely in his head)

• so when he comes home one day after gruelling hero training, all sweaty and gross because the showers were closed, his worst fear comes to light as you jump on him, throwing your arms around his middle and pressing your face into the side of his chest, dangerously close to his armpit

•he can’t open his arms, then ud be hit with stench, so he squeezes his arms into his side and gives ur back an awkward pat

•you huff and hold him tighter

• “hug me properly!!”

•he sighs

• “can’t, ’m too stinky from training”

• “like i care, im showering later anyway”

• begrudgingly, he opens his arms and embraces you.

• “you don’t even smell bad”

• “i don’t?”

• “no. you just smell like my boyfriend”

• he grumbles something before kissing the top of your head

• “that was cute. now go shower”

SERO

•has really bad acne

• gets quite down about it tbh, he thinks it makes him look so ugly :(((

• has tried everything under the sun to get rid of them

• but nothing seems to work

•picks at them nonstop, asked denki to shock him every time he catches him doing it

• put fuckinh tooth paste on that shit cuz he’s an idiot, wondered how that turned out ser-bear 🤡

•anywho,,, when u guys start dating and hanging out more, u seek the way he drowns his skin in chemicals and looks at his pimple covered face with distain whenever he has the mirror to himself

•you feel bad, bc u actually find acne really hot, but u know it wouldn’t help just to tell him he’s a smoke show

• so u tell him physically, holding his face in your hands and kissing his scarred, hyper-pigmented cheeks, even doing your face masks with him to give his skin a break from his incessant onslaught

• he slowly starts to feel neutral to the pink that covers his cheeks, and with your help, the acne dies down. even when it flares up again, he doesn’t mind too much, because he knows you will always love his face, no matter what

SHISOU

•he can never get his hair to behave

•it always ends up in the same overly voluminous mane, and he hates it

• he wants it to look something like todorokis, but his hair is too thin and too poofy to go down straight like that

• so he always ends up with untameable hair every morning, it really bothers him

• it wasn’t really that huge of an issue, until he started liking you

• he didn’t wanna be know as the mind control boy with the shitty hair to you, he wanted you to like him to :(

• that’s why he’s over the moon when you come up behind him when he’s finishing work off at break still in his desk and you take a strand of his hair and run your fingers over it

•he jumps a little initially

•”what are you doing?”

•when he spins around he sees it’s you and his eyes instantly soften

•”your hair is really soft shinsou. how do you get it so poofy?” you say still carding your fingers thru it

•his brain function stops when he feels your hands on his scalp and his heart is surely going to shatter his ribs with how fast it’s beating

• “Shinsou?”

• “mommy? I MEAN YES”

(not really but can you imagine)

• “mhm? oh yeah, uh, i don’t really do anything to it, it’s just like that.”

•”damn that’s pretty cool, you must do something for it to be this soft though.”

•”i-i dont.”

•”hm. pretty cool”

• you give his head a final ruffle just as the bell goes and you flounce back to you desk

•like he’s gonna be able to concentrate after that

thank u for tuning in to part 2!!!! i am greatly enjoying this series, if u want to request any other characters/volleyball teams pls sound off in my asks!! hope u had fun reading! reblogs and replies appreciated!! bye love you bye !

#mha fluff #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #todoroki fluff #sero fluff #shinsou fluff #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #sero x reader #shinsou x reader #mha comfort #bnha comfort #soft bakugou #mha x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[makeste]

BnHA 323: “I Don’t Know How to Explain to You That You Should Care About Other People”

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was all, “Izuku, I’m sorry.” Bakugou Stans were all, “[sobs for a week straight and tearfully awards him the Nobel Prize for character development].” Deku was all, “[faints in Kacchan’s arms].” Iida was all, “[trying to decide if Ochako genuinely tried to kill him a few minutes ago].” Horikoshi was all, “NO TIME FOR HUGS WE MUST GET BACK TO UA.” The civilians holed up at U.A. were all, “WE TOOK A VOTE AND DECIDED THAT WE’RE ALL GOING TO BE JERKS ABOUT THIS AND MAKE A BIG FUSS ABOUT YOU LETTING DEKU BACK INTO THE SCHOOL.” Deku was all “[stands there looking like he expected nothing less and breaking my heart more and more with each passing moment].” Ochako was all, “that does it, looks like I’m gonna have to do something about this... next chapter, that is.”

Today on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal is all “I just want you all to know that I spent nine million dollars turning U.A. into a giant Battleship-style grid that can burrow underground and zoom around in a giant subway maze because Horikoshi lacks a grounded understanding of both civil engineering and economics.” Back in the present day, Jeanist is all, “EVERYONE TAKE HEED, MY COMRADES AND I HAVE DEEMED IT EXPEDIENT TO CONVEY THIS AUSPICIOUS YOUTH BACK TO THIS STRONGHOLD. WE ANTICIPATE THAT WE MAY DEPEND UPON YOUR GOODWILL AND ACQUIESCENCE TO THESE TERMS.” The civilians were all, “NO.” Ochako was all, “EMPATHY, MOTHERFUCKERS, DO YOU SPEAK IT?!” The civilians were all, “oh shit.” Anyway so Ochako is a giant badass, but I’m a little worried that she’s going to get struck by lightning. Please come down from there.

so before we start this chapter, I would just like to apologize for having not posted the ch 321 recap yet, and would like to reassure everyone, and especially Iida who is staring at me with Sad Wobbly Guilt Trip Eyes, that I will get to that as soon as I can

OMG FLASHBACK??

yes please Horikoshi please show us more of class 1-A and their Deku intervention strategy jam sessions

oh dear

Iida you are too pure and good for this cruel world. [sprays the U.A. civilians with a water bottle] NO. BAD CIVILIANS! NO OSTRACIZING SCARED AND EXHAUSTED CHILDREN IN THE HOUSE

EXCUSE ME RAT PRINCIPAL WHAT’S WITH THESE MIXED MESSAGES

???

RAT PRINCIPAL: he’s free to return to us at any time!!

ALSO RAT PRINCIPAL: but it’s too risky for him to return to us

?? ??????? ?????????????????????

so now he’s going on about how strong the U.A. Barrier is, and how it’s comparable to the defensive capabilities of Tartarus. this would have sounded a lot more impressive before chapter 297 lol

OH!!!! HELLO, WHAT’S THIS!!!

A TIMELY CALLBACK TO A CERTAIN MYSTERIOUS EVENT WHICH HASN’T BEEN REFERENCED SINCE USJ? [U.A. TRAITOR MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

so now Rat Principal says he upgraded U.A.’s security systems with his own “modifications”, whatever the fuck that means. I mean look, I’ve been saying for a long time now that U.A. is the best place for everyone to hole up, don’t get me wrong. but that was mostly on account of there not being any other practical alternatives. but you’re making it sound like you figured out a way to actually make it Decay-proof or some wild shit like that

-- hold up, DID YOU ADD A FORCE FIELD. DID YOU TRICK THIS SCHOOL OUT WAKANDA-STYLE YOU CRAZY MARSUPIAL. HOLY SHIT. because that would actually be perfect

LMAO

WHAT KIND OF GALAXY BRAIN BULLSHIT. “NAH THERE’S NO NEED FOR A FORCE FIELD, LET’S JUST PUT WHEELS ON IT”

oh okay so the whole campus is basically capable of burrowing itself underground. that’s insane lol I wonder how they pulled that off. probably got poor Cementoss working overtime

blah blah blah so basically the entire campus is split into a grid and each section of the grid is capable of its own independent movement. lol this is just the Merone Base from KHR. you thought no one would notice this casual plagiarism ten years after the fact, but YOU UNDERESTIMATED YOUR AUDIENCE, HORIKOSHI

“joke’s on you imma just lampshade it” WELL ALL RIGHT THEN

“look at me I’m so fucking self-aware” fucking swear to god. I can’t believe this man is my favorite mangaka of all time smdh

“excuse me, I wasn’t finished describing all the rest of this bullshit yet,” Rat Principal breaks in impatiently. “we also added a steel wall all around the underground of the campus that’s 3000 steel plates thick. that’s fifteen fucking meters of solid fucking steel just fyi. and if anyone fucks around with any part of it the defense system will activate immediately! and also all of the plates are independently motorized, whatever the fuck that means!! in conclusion you’re gonna need a fucking tower crane to suspend all of your disbelief by the time I’m through with this paragraph”

“also Shiketsu is almost as reinforced as U.A. but not quite because we still had to make sure we were better.” but of course. and apparently the two schools are connected via a secret tunnel as Hagakure mentioned earlier

LSDKFJLSDKJFLK

“WAIT WHAT” LMAO YOU HEARD HIM, NOW INASA CAN VISIT YOU BOTH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE WEIRD DREAM HE HAD. GOD BLESS YOU HORIKOSHI

(ETA: moment of appreciation for Shouto and Katsuki having the same thought at the same time and making Knowing Eye Contact and saying the exact same thing out loud in perfect unison like the best friends they are. what a blessed day.)

so Tokoyami is all “but wait if you engineered all this shit all the way back during the Band arc how did you even know that Tomura’s quirk awakening would become a thing, Horikoshi -- uh, I mean, Principal Nezu”

and Rat Principal is all “lol idk”

“basically I just woke up one morning and was all ‘say, you know what this school really needs? a fifteen-meter-thick underground steel wall, and the ability to break up into little pieces that individually zoom around wherever the fuck they want.’ jesus christ. lol if money and common sense were apparently no obstacle why didn’t you just teleport U.A. to the fucking moon or something. maybe I should shut up before I given him any ideas

dsfaelkjldkjgl

you heard it here first, folks, all of this cost a grand total of nine million U.S. dollars. well technically it cost “more than” nine million dollars. never has that distinction been more important lmao. are we sure this barrier was really made of steel and not cardboard? who the hell sold it to them, Ea-Nasir??

this is my favorite manga series of all time. yes I am ashamed

“in conclusion please do your best to reach Deku-kun” SO WHAT WAS ALL THAT NONSENSE ABOUT IT BEING TOO RISKY THEN. anyway thank you for this super informative and edifying flashback, Horikoshi. I will cherish it always. I don’t even want to read another translation of this absurdity lmao, there’s something special about it just the way it is. pretty sure Horikoshi just had a cracked out fever dream one night and transferred it to the pages of the manga verbatim

anyway so back to the unruly mob

not their finest moment. please excuse me while I cover poor Deku’s ears and give him a good shoosh pap

oh wow the parents are out here too

is Mitsuki trying to hold Inko back?? that’s the last thing this fandom needs right now is more Mitsuki discourse fffwlkjs. and even Jiroudad, scientifically proven to be the best dad in all of BnHA, is just standing there silently looking vaguely unhappy. way to rise to the moment you guys

MONOMA

so this settles it for me that Aizawa is not at UA. I know a lot of people have been wondering about his whereabouts, and if I had to wager a guess it would be that something happened with Shirakumo/Kurogiri. I can’t think of anything else -- even the loss of an eye and a limb -- that would keep him from his kids at a time like this

anyway but this is excellent Monoma content right here though. I love that he apparently adopted Eri after a single interaction with her. also WHERE IS SHINSOU DAMMIT. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW

and Kouta’s there too looking like he wants to run over to Deku but Ragdoll won’t let him :/

it’s gotta be pretty upsetting for him to see his hero like this and not having anyone stand up for him. [taps megaphone] IS THIS THING ON. OKAY YEAH IT SEEMS TO BE WORKING. AHEM. PAGING URARAKA OCHAKO. GONNA NEED YOU TO GET OVER HERE ALREADY AND MAKE THAT BIG DRAMATIC SPEECH WHICH YOU ARE CLEARLY DYING TO MAKE. IF YOU DON’T DO IT SOON I’M GONNA HAVE TO STEP IN, AND YOU REALLY DON’T WANT ME TO DO THAT SINCE MY SPEECH WILL NOT BE VERY GOOD OR INSPIRING, AND WILL PROBABLY JUST CONSIST OF “HELLO, YOU ARE ALL STUPID, PLEASE SHUT UP AND GO AWAY”

so now Mic is telling them to calm down. at least someone’s speaking up here, geez

OH MY GOD

MY MAN JEANIST OUT HERE DOING WHAT HE DOES BEST: MAKING EVERYONE FEEL GUILTY AND JUDGED

OH MY GOD HE IS GIVING SUCH A LONG AND BORING SPEECH LMAO IS YOUR STRATEGY TO PUT THEM ALL TO SLEEP OR WHAT

truly in awe of this man’s ability to take messages which could easily be conveyed in ELI5-speak, and stubbornly convert them into incomprehensible language the likes of which you need a graduate degree in order to understand

“hey guys, so originally our plan was to use Deku as bait for the villains, but that didn’t really work and also we realized it was kinda dumb and was probably gonna get him killed, so we brought him back here instead.” was that really so hard, Jeanist. also are we all really just gonna sit back here and watch Jeanist take full credit for Bakugou’s plan just like that lmao

(ETA:

WHERE DID ENDEAVOR GO AND WHO IS THIS DIABOLICAL MASTER OF DISGUISE. lol I genuinely didn’t notice this because I was too busy digging through thesauruses trying to rewrite Jeanist’s speech; many thanks to @class1akids​ for pointing it out and making my day immeasurably better. take it easy there Dick Tracy.)

“anyway so please stop being dicks and let him fucking rest so he can save all your ungrateful asses” what an impassioned and inspiring plea. time to see if the masses will listen to reason

narrator: they did not listen to reason

oh my god finally Ochako is doing something. YEAH OCHAKO WOOOO SHOW THEM HOW IT’S DONE

hmm

this entire chapter is truly and utterly nonsensical to me lol

(ETA: on my second readthrough I’m fucking dying at how she stole the megaphone right out of Mic’s hand lmao. and how Kacchan is all “fuck yeah nothing I appreciate more than some quality fucking larceny.”)

oh I see she was jumping on top of the main building so as to scream down at them all more impressively

“ANYWAY DEKU IS PRETTY COOL ACTUALLY, YOU GUYS ARE JUST MEAN” couldn’t have said it better myself Ochako

lol uh

gotta say I did not have “Ochako reveals the secret of OFA to the entire U.A. Citizen Clown Parade” on my bingo card for this week. it’s a bold strategy cotton let’s see if it pays off

SDLFKJSL

“NO, SERIOUSLY, HAVE YOU LOOKED AT HIM YOU GUYS. YOU THINK HE LIKES RUNNING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A RUSTED OIL DRUM?? HE DID THAT FOR YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL SLOBS”

so she is basically explaining the entire Deku Angst arc to them and explaining what a good and selfless protagonist Deku is, YES, PREACH

OMG IT’S THE GIGANTIC FOX LADY

not to insinuate anything, but what exactly were you doing standing out here with the hysterical mob, Gigantic Fox Lady? you’re better than that

-- KACCHAN SIGHTING!!

sdlkfjl. thanks for weighing in with that helpful and important observation. where have you been for the last five minutes. were you asleep. was it Jeanist’s speech

never mind, now he’s yelling at the civilians so I instantly forgive him

THE FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO, EVERYONE. THANK YOU, THANK YOU. HE’LL BE HERE ALL WEEK

“anyway so I’m just going to end the chapter here” lmao seventeen pages truly do go by so fast. at least he didn’t try to force in a cliffhanger at the end this time. dare I say, growth

so I guess the civilians are either gonna have a Kamino and/or Fukuoka-esque moment where they remember how to be decent people and apologize to this poor young man, or else they’ll remain unpersuaded, and so Kacchan will have to knock a few of their heads around until they become more inclined to be reasonable. either option is fine by me lol

#bnha 323 #uraraka ochako #rat principal #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[alienaiver]

Chapter III: On reunions and confessions

Chapter summary: It’s been 10 years. Shinsou’s become a Pro Hero in Musutafu, alone. When you’re forcefully reunited in a way none of you planned or wished for, will the unmarked paths in front of you lead to ends you’d only dreamed of?

warnings for this chapter: a villain attack is briefly described (but quickly resolved) at the beginning. there are descriptions of loneliness, isolating coping mechanisms, of being mistreated and misjudged by health professionals, and lots of grief processing. Reader also describes themselves like they don’t want to appear weak; though remember that if you have chronic pains, you are never weak. i’m more trying to show the emotional process and emotions related to it, unhealthy as they may be! always remember to talk about your struggles with other people and remember that you’re not alone! <3 ALSO while the reader is still very gender neutral, there is mentions of shinsou having dated a male in the past! wordcount: 19.3k

chapter content: fluff, sfw, gender neutral reader, medium angst, serious descriptions of grief and anger, hurt/comfort, adult and pro hero!shinsou, VERY canon divergent!, best friends to lovers (huehuheuhuee), friendship bickering and shenanigans, bakugou and kiri has a pro-hero agency and so does todoroki and midoriya!, way too many coffee references, lots of italics, happy ending, reader's disabilities include fibromyalgia and arthritis (which arthritis is kept vague), kamisero, shinkami and erasermic is also part of the story. notes: this is the FINAL chapter in this installment. thANK YOU SO MUCH for reading it and supporting me! it means the world to me that you’ve all given such love to this! this final chapter here is more... personal, and the disabled reader is finally coming into play! the word count is...... can u tell this was supposed to be the only chapter originally LKJDKFNSJ!!! i hope that any disabled person stumbling upon this feels somewhat seen and even if the symptoms or emotions described here do not fit you to a T, itll still give a sense of visibility. it is all described based on personal experience and the descriptors have been kept as vague as possible<3 everyone go thank @opulencexx​ and give her a kiss for being such a great support in the creation of this!

quick note for anime-only readers: in this chapter, there’s a part about a certain character going through something with his body: IT IS NOT CANON, it is simply me coming up with a 10-year timeskip alternate universe as i also avoid spoiling people who’s only caught up to the anime<3 mwuah and happy reading!

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Shinsou’s body reacts to the cry for help before he fully registers it, running towards the alley where he’d heard the sound come from. His partner’s still inside the convenience store, “Brainwave, I lost track of time and forgot to eat before the shift, please, just a quick rice ball?” he’d pleaded and since he was a new hero on the roster, Shinsou had felt bad and let him do it – of course villains did not care for timing or dinner breaks.

He arrives at the end of the alley to see a big guy, anthropomorphic for sure, holding a civilian by the throat as he chants something about getting his revenge on the people of Musutafu. Another arm is wrapped around the civilian’s leg. Shinsou quickly assess the situation before adjusting his Persona Chords to make a lighter, more childish voice – making the villain more susceptible to letting his guard down and reply to Shinsou – he just seemed the type to be overly boisterous if he assumed he had a physical advantage over a child.

“Hey mister! What’s two plus two?”

The villain looks around, unable to spot Shinsou immediately since he’s blending in with the darkness by the trashcans, hoping to gain control before being spotted so he can get a hold of the civilian faster. “Who cares about math? Go away if you don’t want to ge-“ and that’s all it takes before Shinsou makes him put the civilian down nice and slow and get down with his hands behind his head. In his earpiece he hears his partner confusingly ask for his location while munching on food. Shinsou runs to the civilian to assess their injuries as he asks his partner to dial for an ambulance. As he kneels and gets ready to put the civilian in the correct position for easier breathing, he gently turns the head only to gasp out your name in shock. What the hell are you doing here? His assessment suddenly feels more acute than original as he scans your body. Your leg looks broken – did you fight back? Your eyes seem to be covered in something – ink? Shinsou looks back at the villain and registers his very squid-like appearance. “Status?” his partner yells as he reaches the two of you, putting cuffs on the villain while Shinsou goes through the first-aid ABC’s. “Unresponsive,” he all but snarls in frustration. As the ambulance arrives, he insists on going with it, clearly panicked and uneasy, “call Deku and ask for a back-up, I gotta go with this one,” he simply says, not in the mood to explain further but desperate to get you medical attention as quickly as possible.  

        Shinsou’s sitting in the chair next to your bed, mindlessly flipping through a random magazine that was placed on the coffee table in your room. You’re still out cold and sitting still feels almost impossible with all the questions that’s running through him. Why are you here? When did you come home? He hadn’t heard from you in ten years, how come you’re back without contacting him? Was it vacation? Permanent? Though the most glaring question that rummaged through him was: why do you seem to be a regular civilian? Your dream of becoming a Pro Hero was as big as everyone else’s at U.A and he experienced first-hand your determination by being so close to you back then, it just didn’t add up that you couldn’t… defend yourself, given the martial arts he knew that you knew – you’d fought off bigger people even back then. Granted, it’d been ten years since you two went to school together but fighting was like riding a bike… right? He sighs and lets a hand through his hair, stretching his legs out in front of him. He’s lucky Midoriya agreed to let someone else finish his shift for the evening though he’s not at all unsure about the consequences it will have for him when he shows up tomorrow but he simply told Midoriya he couldn’t leave your side. He could hear that Midoriya was worried too and offered to come down to distract him and be there for the both of you but Shinsou assured him it was okay, that he’d appreciate if Midoriya could find out more about the quirk the villain they had apprehended had. Your eyes are still covered by the ink he’d shot at you before Shinsou appeared and it’d turned out that it couldn’t be washed off.

After some phone calls between the agency and the police district that had taken him in, it turns out the ink could make the place where it hit you cease function, eyes, mouth, hands, the works – he’s a villain already in the police’s limelight due to other attacks involving ink and hurt civilians. They’d never figured out his motive before but been able to confirm the ink would disappear within a few hours.

As Shinsou is about to get up and grab a glass of water from the waiting room, you start to move, the machine you’re plugged into beeping frantically. You start yelling and screaming and Shinsou knows it’s a reaction to the attack earlier but before he can come over to try and calm you down, doctors and nurses flood the room, trying to restrain you. Words like I can’t see, someone help and don’t touch me rips their way out of your lungs and the doctors seem to have little success in calming you down so Shinsou ends up pushing his way through them all saying the first words he thinks will make you answer,

“Do you trust me?”

It seems that through your panic you register his voice because your head moves in the direction of him but through your hyperventilating you seem to have trouble communicating, obviously going through it, unable to calm down. You garble out a “mhm” that luckily is enough for him to use his quirk.

“Breathe calmly.”

And the good thing about his quirk is that while your body shouldn’t be able to, it instantly stops fuzzing and defying the restraints in an effort to follow his order. You breathe deeply into the bottom of your lungs before exhaling again. Shinsou looks over at the monitor you’re wired up to and sees your heart rate falling steadily. You keep inhaling slowly and exhaling again and he lets you until he’s sure you’ll be calm when he stops using his quirk. The people around you step aside and the doctor order the nurses to leave the room. When he ends the usage of his quirk, he notices the way your breathing becomes slightly abrupt again, though you’re able to stay calm.

He says your name in the warmest way he knows how – mirroring the tone of voice you used to use on him back then – and gently takes your hand in his. You move your head towards him, “Shinsou?”

Shinsou originally nods, at a loss for words upon hearing you say his name after so many years but remembering that you’re effectively blind right now. ”Yeah, I’m here.” The smile you send his way breaks something in him, reminding him of all the smiles he was used to getting before you disappeared from his life and he was left to pick up the pieces by himself.

“You really are my hero, huh?” you croak out and Shinsou’s glad you can’t see the burning blush that takes over all of his features, convinced it’s going all the way down his chest as well. If the doctor notices, he doesn’t say anything.          

A detective shows up to take your statement and explains the effects of the quirk you’ve been hit with. He explains what’s going to happen with the villain and wishes you a fast recovery before excusing himself again. The doctors are a bit apprehensive on entering your room, given that Pro Hero Brainwave is guarding it like his life depends on it. When they give you a meal, you offer Shinsou the pudding and asks him to go home and get some sleep. “The armchair here is plenty comfortable,” he reassures you, reluctant to leave your side. He’s unsure of whether it’s purely worry or perhaps got to do with the burning questions at the back of his mind. He’s decided not to ask you tonight though, unwilling to put you through more after such an endeavor. The clock passes 2AM when the ink starts to disappear from your skin like it’s never even been there and Shinsou hurries to turn off the light of your room, though the light from the hallway still shines in. You blink rapidly before looking around the room, taking stock of your situation.

“You’ve gotten tall,” is all you let out as you give him the elevator look and Shinsou feels weirdly on display and gets self-conscious. He turns the light back on without warning with a deadpan expression, “argh!” you dramatically pretend to melt like a vampire in the sun.

Shinsou walks back to the armchair next to the bed and plops down, looking at you with a worried expression. “You cut your hair,” you add and reach out for his head – he doesn’t humor you though and you let your arms fall back down, “you’re probably wondering… about a few things,” you let out as you keep your eyes on the hands in your lap. Shinsou doesn’t know whether or not to show his anger or stay collected because he really doesn’t want to overwhelm you – but he also wants you to know how hurt he’s been.

You sigh as you look up at him and he’s not blind to the hurt that shines through you – takes one hurt person to know one, he guesses. You try to open your mouth multiple times but nothing leaves you, “I’m not sure where to start except… I’m so fucking sorry.”

He wants to ask for what, wants to challenge you and make you taste the bitter bile he’s been storing in his throat ever since you left. He lets out a sigh before getting comfortable in the armchair, “you should sleep. We can talk in the morning.” He turns around and wraps the blanket the nurse offered him earlier around himself. It’s not comfortable sleeping in his hero costume, the holsters on his thighs digging into him but the thought of leaving you – the fear that you won’t be here when he comes back tomorrow morning is too prevalent for him to do anything but suck it up and force his eyes shut.

None of you gets any sleep but you both pretend that you do, when morning arrives and you’re handed some pills. When Shinsou asks if you’ve slept well, you smile and say “yeah, what about you?” to which he nods and fakes a yawn as he stretches himself. The nurse has just been in to inform you that the doctor will give his discharge briefing for you in a few hours.          

“Well, as you’ve probably figured out, your leg’s broken and it will unfortunately need to heal on its own,” the doctor starts, an apologetic look on his face. “Due to your other conditions, the healing will probably also take longer than the average six to eight weeks,” he continues, unfazed by the confused look Shinsou is sending his way, mere seconds away from demanding an explanation right there on the spot. You suspect he’s holding back as to not make you uncomfortable – the same way he did every time the nurses came in with medicine that he didn’t know what was for but you took without question since you seemed aware of what it all was. “Of course there’s variables for everyone, so you just might. Going through your medical history I read that your complications are located in your back, arms and legs in varying degrees, yes? If so, I’d recommend a wheelchair for the entire healing period – crutches will most likely be too taxing.”

The doctor drones on about the protocol for provided wheelchairs, how to care for the cast and after going through your chart and prescribed medicine one last time smiles up at you, “do you live in a suitable place to recover? With room for the wheelchair? You might need someone to help care for you during the first 24 hours as you get used to it.”

You can’t help but let out a big, dramatized sigh, “I mean, I live in a hotel right now? I’m supposed to start work in a few days, and I haven’t actually been… apartment-hunting as of yet. I just arrived five days ago,” you try to laugh it off as you scratch the back of your neck. “I guess I can ask my aunt if I can stay at her place a while, though she lives on the fourth floor…” you brainstorm before raising your arms in front of you, “but you don’t need to worry, Doc! I’m very capable of taking care of myself!” you raise your arm to flex the muscles and are about to let out something as equally silly when Shinsou interrupts,

“They can stay at my place. It’s wheelchair friendly.”

You don’t think you’ve ever whipped your head so fast at someone. The doctor smiles happily and goes on to explain to Shinsou what you’re going to need before you sputter out a few confused and nonsensical sounds, “hold up!” You send Shinsou a very serious glare – he simply raises his eyebrow at you, completely unfazed by what he just did.

“I am perfectly fine on my own, I’m sure Mr. Brainwave’s here got his own stuff, you can’t be my nurse, you’re busy!” you shift your focus to him halfway and tell him that as if reminding him of his own obligations and Shinsou has to bite his tongue – as if you know what my daily life looks like, he thinks bitterly. He remains calm and assures both you and the doctor that you’ll be fine at his place and he’s happy to help out his best friend. There’s a bite at the end of that sentence as he sends you a look that he wishes he could’ve contained because really, all he wants to do is help you out and the intention is completely sincere.

The doctor returns focus to you as if he’s settled comfortably on the living solution, “what kind of job are you starting? I do recommend a proper recuperation period given your medical difficulties.” Shinsou once again holds back, licking the back of his teeth as a distraction. He wants to ask the doctor what the hell he’s on about, he wants answers about you but this isn’t about what he wants – he’s annoyingly aware of that. You argue back and forth with the doctor about how long you’re supposed to take off and reassures him that your job can very much be done from a wheelchair. After what sounded suspiciously like a bargain being made, you come to an agreement of two weeks complete rest before you start your job and the pride you emit has Shinsou snorting before turning into a cough. You always did like to win arguments and bargains – this was probably the silliest one he’d ever seen you strike though.

It seems the doctor has no more to tell you or brief you on but stays next to your bed, shuffling on his feet. You raise an eyebrow, “doc? Is there… any more you need?” you try and he coughs into his arm, “I’m sorry! It’s just…” and he directs his gaze to Shinsou and bows, “I’m sorry Mr. Brainwave but my nephew is a very big fan of you and I feel like he’d be elevated if I could perhaps… get your autograph… for him? If it’s not too much of a bother, of course, sir!” The Doctor raises his arms in front of him and almost draws his request back in sheer embarrassment, “I try to keep it professional but it’s rare that we get heroes here so I am a little starstruck at seeing you here, Brainwave sir!”

You let a laugh escape you as Shinsou smiles – to others it’s calm and collected but you don’t miss the absolute sparkles surrounding him right now from the sheer pride and joy of both being recognized and asked for an autograph.

The doctor scrambles to find a piece of paper that isn’t part of your medical chart so you interrupt him and ask Shinsou to hand you your bag on the table. Inside you find an old receipt and Shinsou raises an almost disappointed brow at you, “what! I’m not in school anymore, I don’t have my notebooks with me!” you defend as he takes the offered pen from the doctor and bends down by the little coffee table.

“What’s your nephew’s name?”

The doctor jumps in his spot in surprise at being asked, “Ah! Shouta, sir!” and an unreadable but soft smile graces Shinsou’s features again before writing a greeting together with the autograph. As he hands it to the doctor he laughs, “if he’d like his autograph on something cooler than a receipt for…” Shinsou takes a look at the other side of the paper, “…a six-pack of beer and 2 liters of ice cream, please don’t hesitate to stop by the agency with him.”

As the doctor excuses himself with a goofy smile and the autograph held gently between two fingers, he tells you that you’re free to leave after you’ve filled out some forms with the nurse. Shinsou starts tidying the room he’s inhabited with you for the last 12 hours or so. A nurse comes in 10 minutes later with a wheelchair, teaching Shinsou how to fold and otherwise use it.

When you’ve changed your clothes with help from the nurse, you go out to the reception to fill out the forms. Shinsou notices your contact is ‘Midoriya Inko’ and remembers that you always refer to her as your aunt – that’s most likely who you meant when you said you could stay at her place.

           You’re in the cab, caught in uncomfortable silence. What Shinsou wants most of all right now is a shower. He feels grimy and sticky and his hero costume’s clinging to him in the most uncomfortable ways but you have to stop by your hotel room on the way and get your things.

Instead of unloading the wheelchair and struggle with it, Shinsou insists on getting your keycard and goes to grab your things by himself. As you sit alone in the cab, regretting the decision, the driver looks back at you and sends you a kind smile, “it’s nice to have a partner,” he says and you can’t help the groan that leaves you before you collect yourself.

“He’s not my… I mean, he’ll probably be mad if I don’t correct you, at least.”

You send him an apologetic smile and he nods his head, changing the radio station. You wonder what he’s doing, feeling impatient after 10 minutes. Another five passes before Shinsou comes back with your suitcases and backpack and you are horribly reminded of the state you’d left your room in last night, your suitcases open and the content strewn all over the place – to be fair, you were just supposed to find some food last night, not get attacked and hospitalized. The driver gets out and helps Shinsou put it in the trunk, balancing it with the wheelchair.

When he comes in next to you again you apologize profusely and to your surprise, Shinsou simply laughs.

“It reminded me of your old dorm. Let’s just hope I got everything.”

You’re relieved he’s somehow calmed down enough to joke, so you laugh nervously along before giving out a new line of apologies. The rest of the trip is more comfortable and every time you sneak a glance at Shinsou and he notices and sends you a smile back. That’s… a good sign, right?

              As you arrive at his apartment, he gives you a quick tour. He places all of your bags in the bedroom and let you say hi to his cat, Candle. You can’t help but choke out a laugh at the name and when you ask where he got it from, he says she has the same color as the candle that was on his table at the time. He shows you the bathroom, the kitchen and the living room and how to sneakily reach things from the cabinets – as if you couldn’t stand on your left leg for a few seconds to grab something. Your phone rings with a notification for your medication, and Shinsou helps you get it from one of your suitcases, puts it all on the dresser so you can easily reach it – you’ve got a whole bag of it and while you tell him it looks worse than it actually is, he can’t help but bite his lip in worry and concern – mostly because he doesn’t know what it’s all for.

Shinsou then takes an hour-long shower before emerging fully dressed and practically running out of the apartment without looking at you. “There’s food in the fridge and cabinets. I have to go to a meeting at the agency, I’ll be back later,” he hastily tells you before grabbing his keys and locking the door after him. A sigh leaves you as soon as he’s gone, your body relaxing only slightly upon finally being alone. Candle jumps up on your lap and you enjoy the feeling of her purring on you as you try to gather your thoughts – the last week had been intense, to say the least.

A week ago you were on the other side of Earth, packing up the last of your things. Your parents had agreed to ship the rest of your things, like your furniture and bigger items, when you’d settled back in Japan and found a suitable place to live. Your parents hadn’t really approved of you moving before you had a place to call your own and while there wasn’t a lack of offers to help you get a place settled but you’d rather handle all this on your own. You wanted to get back and have a new start here, facing all the things you’d ended up running away from – even if it hadn’t been the intention back when you were forced to move away, you couldn’t deny that that’s what you had ended up doing, hurting so many people around you in the process.

You’d arrived back in Musutafu five days ago, Aunt Inko picking you up at the airport – you’d tried to convince her not to but she’d insisted that a familiar face should greet you at the airport like she’d always done. She’d been very distressed about you sleeping in a hotel and not at her place like you usually did but you’d insisted on this, since this was your start on your life here, “I’d just get too comfortable here, Auntie! I’d never get around to finding my own place,” you’d sheepishly told her and that seemed to deter her for now, at least. You didn’t know how to break the news that your body wouldn’t be able to handle going up and down from the fourth floor every day if you had to be there for longer than a week or two…

You push the wheelchair around Shinsou’s living room, taking stock of his interior design – or rather, lack of. On the dresser left of the dining table a framed picture of him and Aizawa stands, both of their smiles wide in front of U.A. You can’t hold back your own smile upon seeing it, guessing it must’ve been from his graduation – even though it’d only been a year after you left, you can’t help but marvel at the changes he’d went through in that single year alone. His shoulders had become even broader, jaw more accentuated and you can see he already got the new haircut – an undercut – back then. You shiver as you remember the sensation you’d felt last night, when vision had returned to you and you saw him – finally saw him again. It’d felt like seeing him for the first time all over again but with a wave of nostalgia rushing over you, a wave of absolute love. You weren’t surprised by how he looks – honestly? You’d kept tabs on him from afar, always keeping an eye on the Japanese news online, scanning the charts every year to see how he was doing – how the whole class was doing. You turn around and see a poster of cinema-quality is hanging above his couch of Present Mic, probably one you imagine might have been hanging in a bar as an advertisement for him coming to DJ once. It’s framed too, and the throw pillows on his couch have cats on them but that’s about it for his decoration. There are flowers on the dining table you notice but before you can give him credit for that, you realize they’re fake and you snort out loud. Being the number 39 Pro Hero on the charts probably ate up a lot of his time and you decide to give him credit anyways with a smile on your face.

                    Afterwards you go to the kitchen and find some instant noodles in his cabinet. You get up and balance yourself on the not-broken leg as you turn on the kettle while getting the oil and spices down into the cup. When they’re done, you decide to just eat them in the kitchen, seeing as you’re already sitting down in the wheelchair. How convenient, you muse. Candle settles back in your lap as you slurp up the last of the noodles.

You struggle to get the wheelchair back to the living room, still getting used to propelling yourself forward with your arms – already sore now that Shinsou isn’t pushing you around. As you get up on your left leg, you try to twist yourself so that you can land safely on your back on the couch. It’s easier said than done though, and you end up letting out a yelp as you land on the ground next to the couch. Candle comes running from where she was eating in the kitchen, stepping on your stomach in curiosity. You bellow out a loud laugh and scratch her ear. Your phone starts ringing and by the explosion themed ringtone, you’re already wincing, bracing for a verbal beating. You stretch up to reach the phone on the seat of the wheelchair and just as you’re about to press the green button, it stops ringing.

You go to call the number back but it rings sharply in your hands again before you open the menu. Before you can greet the other person, he starts growling, “don’t fucking ignore my calls, Jesus fuck.”

“Hi Bakugou,” you wince at how out of breath you sound and his scoff tells you everything, “care to fucking inform me why you were admitted to the fucking hospital last night?”

You sit up straighter, giving Candle some butt scratches as she’s scenting your wheelchair, “that’s creepy, how do you know? Also, that’s a lot of fucking’s.”

“You’re officially an employee at my fucking agency, pipsqueak, I keep track of my fucking people,” he deadpans in the other end and you groan out loud, “I’m not even working yet!” you try to argue but he just scoffs again, “and yet, you signed the contract last week. If you need a reminder; this is a Hero Agency, if someone gets admitted to a hospital, I’m being fucking informed. It’s in the contract!” his voice raises an octave at the last part and you’re sure that even though he’s pissed, he’s definitely restraining himself. Dumb fucker, you think. He mirrors your groan from before, “did you not read the contract?” he asks calmly, almost scaring you with how relaxed he suddenly sounds, definitely covering another feeling up.

“I… trust you?” you try, dragging your hand down your face, knowing the excuse is shitty at best. Bakugou throws a good number of colorful swearwords at you before deflating with a groan, “remind me to sit you the fuck down and make you read it aloud for me when you start Tuesday, holy shit.”

You start clicking your tongue in a small rhythm on the roof of your mouth as you give Candle a panicked expression, “…yeah, about that,” you drawl.

“What. Now?”

“The doctor… kinda ordered me, to… to uh, rest? I’m so sorry I’ll make it up to you!”

You hear Bakugou suck in a breath, “oh. Yeah shit, that makes sense. Are you okay?” and you’re momentarily taken aback by the softness that has entered Bakugou’s voice right then that you laugh, “you worried about me?”

“Yeah, so what if I am? How long do you need complete rest?”

You sometimes forget that Bakugou’s become an adult. He’s become softer around his jagged edges, more calm and less frustrated at the world. He’s become more honest, and that includes towards you as well, even if you believe you aren’t deserving of it. Eight months ago, when you saw him for the first time again after nine years, you’d almost been unsure if this was the Bakugou Katsuki that you grew up with or if he had been an impressive clone. He’d reached out to punch your arm but retracted it instantly before impact. Ouch, he’d heard about your condition from Midoriya and now he wanted to act all careful around you too.

“Two weeks.”

“Make it three and we’ll set you up thereafter.”

You sputter out protests as you gather the energy to crawl up on the couch, deciding that the floor isn’t comfortable anymore. It’s harder than you thought it’d be, with the giant cast attached to your leg.

“Bakugou please, my work is stationary at best.”

“There are no big missions that require a tactical genius in the near future, you can take your time recovering. This is a whole new branch I’m setting up; we’ve managed without a Tactical Department for years. Plus, if we need the fuckin’ help, you’re just a phone call away, right?”

You sigh out dramatically to let him know you’re really unsatisfied, “right?” he repeats with more bite.

“Got it, Boss.” You grumble out and he snickers at you, “it’s Boss Dynamite to you, thank you very much.”

He then hangs up and you send Candle a frustrated look as you blow raspberries out into nothing. She shows no sign of moving or reacting from the wheelchair where she’s sleeping comfortably. You’re finally situated on the couch, propping up your leg on the throw pillows as you let out a sigh. You really should’ve thanked Bakugou, you think belatedly.

                   “So you’re requesting… two weeks of vacation?” Midoriya looks at him from the other side of the desk, the raised eyebrow making Shinsou falter, if just for a moment. He’d just finished scolding Shinsou for leaving his partner last night. Maybe he is out of line, requesting this out of nowhere. But in Shinsou’s defense, he hasn’t taken a single vacation day the past three years and often takes the emergency shifts as well – Midoriya knows this.

When Shinsou says your name to explain though, Midoriya smiles, “oh yeah! It’s nice that they’re staying this time, right?” he confesses casually as he goes into the grueling scheduling program where the Hero rosters are planned – he’d often complained about how they should invest in a new system. He shuffles it around a bit and seem to remove Shinsou multiple places and Shinsou lets out a sigh of relief.

Wait.

This time?

Shinsou’s eyes widen at the implication of Midoriya’s words before he can really contain the expression and you can leave it to Pro Hero Deku, number seven on the charts to notice the miniscule changes in his expression within milliseconds. Midoriya winces and the nervousness he was so used to seeing back in high school but had taken a spot at the backburner of his life, resurfaces in his expression, “uh…” he dumbly lets out before Shinsou opens his mouth, “your mom’s in regular contact with them, right?”

Midoriya looks relieved that Shinsou lets him off the hook with that comment and nervously agrees. “I-I thought you knew, h-honestly.” He stammers and Shinsou has a feeling – based on the stuttering that Midoriya originally shed so many years ago – that he knows more than he lets on. Shinsou’s sure that it’s not Midoriya he needs to be grilling for answers though and leave the matter be. Since this is Midoriya and Todoroki’s joint agency, the request for vacation goes by fairly smooth for Shinsou and he’s grateful.

“It needs to go through the HR and the likes, so your vacation isn’t… official? Before the day after tomorrow, but I’ve removed you from the roster the next few days! So you’re clear to go!”

Midoriya circles around the desk after they’ve both gotten up and puts a supporting hand on Shinsou’s shoulders, “I’m not telling you not to be angry but… yeah,” Midoriya seems to be at a loss for any other words but takes Shinsou into a hug nonetheless, “I’m so sorry, Shinsou… please, call me if you need to, alright? Your feelings in this matter, too.”

The ominous weight of Midoriya’s words sink in slowly as he sends Midoriya a confused gaze. But he also knows that Midoriya cares about the both of you – so he doesn’t need to be in the business of asking him to choose between you two or explain what he shouldn’t. He hugs him back and promises to reach out if needed before leaving.

Midoriya had been there for him through the ugly parts after you left. He’d observed and went through the same pain that Shinsou had gone through, becoming a constant and supporting pillar in Shinsou’s life while he’d worked hard to become a new and stable pillar in the hero world.

Shinsou’s life had never been pretty, had never been ideal – but you, you had been. You were a positive aspect in his life and while Shinsou had been abandoned before, it hadn’t hurt nearly as much as when you did it – because the first time? He was too young to remember the concrete feelings. Too young to fully grasp the harm he’d been given for simply existing with a quirk like his. But you’d chosen him, chose to be a part of him and wiggled yourself into his angry heart only to hurt it.

And the hurt you’d put him through wasn’t anything he’d ever experienced, or would ever experience again, he thinks. Not even when he was 21 and ended in a coma, followed by the most grueling recovery process afterwards. Not even when a prominent figure in his life had lost two limbs when he was 24 could compare to the gaping wound that you’d inflicted upon him, offering no closure or healing process. He’d hurt and cried and ached – and his first instinct? His first instinct every time was that he wanted to talk to you. His sick heart wanted to reach out to the one person who’d made it sick in the first place and his anger have seemed bottomless, always simmering, just at the edge of the boiling point inside him ever since.

Shinsou doesn’t realize he’s crying until the elderly lady in front of him in the bus hands him a handkerchief and a soft smile. He’s grateful he went to the agency in regular clothes and not his hero costume today, he thinks as he wipes a tear. A scenario like that would’ve been all over Hero! News.

                            You don’t get to rest for long on the couch before your phone is ringing again, this time it’s the All Might ringtone Midoriya made you buy in the app store before you even moved from Japan. You hurry to pick it up, trying not to sound too exhausted. “I can’t believe you haven’t told Shinsou anything. Like, ever.” Midoriya starts out and judging by the background noises and the time of day, he’s on his way to his favorite convenience store to pick up his lunch – that’s his usual go time to call you, anyway. “I thought you weren’t going to meddle?” you try, although you know this isn’t out of place, he’s dragged into this against his will whether you want him to or not. “Yeah, because I trusted you to contact him. He hasn’t mentioned you in at least four or five years, so I thought you’d at least sent him a freaking letter or something.” Midoriya is about to say something more but you hear fans screeching and asking for his autograph on the other end. You wait patiently as he talks to his fans, humoring their small talk and answering their questions. You clear your throat and he laughs just a little louder as if telling you to be quiet – his audacity has only heightened as he grew older, you think in frustration. Today has been taxing enough already and it’s only lunch.

He politely says goodbye to his fans and the change in his voice almost scares you, “Shinsou just left the office. You’ve got a hell of a lot of explaining to do. You’re going to live at his place?” he says your name in a reprimanding tone that sounds way too much like his mother’s and a shiver runs down your spine, “please don’t do this to him.”

“I didn’t want to!” you can’t help the volume you yell it at, scaring Candle on the wheelchair, “I wanted to start over with him like a normal fucking person, I wanted to crawl to him, beg for his forgiveness and give him all my apologies and more. I wanted to make it up to him in endless ways that’d give him time as well! This wasn’t how I fucking planned it either, so don’t give me that tone.”

Midoriya’s quiet for a few beats too long and you heave out a sigh as you hold back tears, “I didn’t want to do it this way, he doesn’t deserve it this way,” and Midoriya can’t do anything but coo at you – the same way he used to do it when you were children and you’d scraped your knee, the same way he used to do it after Bakugou had beaten you to a pulp, the same sickening comfort that almost automatically eases the burning of your nerve endings as you drag in another deep breath at his demand, “he doesn’t deserve it this way.” You repeat with a shudder.

Midoriya doesn’t know what else to say but some standard, comforting chitchat as you calm back down. He tells you that it takes 20 minutes from his agency to Shinsou’s apartment, so that you can expect him home soon and to brace yourself. He tries to end it with the comforting reminder that you’d finally have each other in your lives again. If he even wants that, you think to yourself bitterly before agreeing with Midoriya so you can hang up faster and catch your breath.

                        Shinsou unlocks his door as quietly as he can. He’s not sure why, Candle will hear him either way and you’d be alerted by his arrival as soon as he opens the door anyway. As he closes the door behind him, Candle comes into the hallway, stretching her body on the way, Shinsou smiles as he puts his keys on the dresser, “hey, have you been sleeping?”

He bends down to scratch her chin and is about to ask her something else, maybe about her day in his embarrassingly shrill voice he only uses for her until he remembers you’re in the next room, able to hear it all.  He blushes at the thought and realizes that it’s been a while since he’s been embarrassed around people he knows.

But does he even really know you anymore? He gulps as he gets back on his feet, walking into the living room. You’re settled on the couch, your leg propped up on the pillows – which he’s happy about, because he wasn’t actually sure how much you listened as the doctor told you how to accommodate it best. You’re snoring softly and Shinsou’s overcome with a deep-seated need to bend down and run a hand through your hair. He isn’t even aware that he’s acted on the urge before he’s face to face with you and notice the streak of a tear that’s been running down your cheek.

He hurries to get back up to his full height as you start turning, blinking slowly a few times as if taking in your surroundings. Shinsou just stares at you dumbstruck, still not quite understanding that you’re here at all, in his life, in his apartment. You greet him through a yawn and Shinsou waves at you – before grabbing his own hand to stop himself, why did he go for a wave?

“We need to talk.”

Shinsou’s in the kitchen, making a quick lunch for himself before having… the talk? With you. He’s running hot today and keep wiping his hands on his shirt, trying to figure out how he’s feeling. Right now, it’s frustration. As he’d seen you wake up on his couch, all anger had dissipated and only love and worry and something warm was bubbling inside him upon seeing your face up close. And that pissed him off he decides, as he stands in the kitchen and puts butter on the bread. He had every right to be angry, the hurt had hurt him.

It'd hurt at different times too, but mostly when he prepared coffee, he realizes as he’s preparing one for each of you. Just how many times had he subconsciously prepared your fucking cup of coffee as if you’d be anywhere near him to drink it? To enjoy it? He knew your coffee by muscle memory alone and how many years hadn’t he spend unlearning that cursed technique? How many times had he woken up fine, slept fine, only to pour the milk in the wrong amount that wasn’t to his tastes but yours? How the hurt had resurfaced, without him wanting it to. How he’d been drowning in a swirl of black, thick coffee, completely caged in his grief as he suffocated to thoughts of you.

The most laughable part of it all is that he still knows exactly how it’s supposed to be prepared, he realizes as he’s standing here, pouring the boiled water gently.                  

 He puts down the cup in front of you by the table and sits down across from you, eating his lunch in silence. You take a sip of the coffee and he doesn’t miss the solemn expression that rests on your face upon tasting it, instantly melting further down in the wheelchair in a state of peace, it seems.

As he finishes rinsing the plate he comes back in with his cup of coffee and sends you a questioning look. “I’m not sure if you or I should start,” he says, biting his lower lip in worry. He fears what might come out of your mouth within the next minutes – or his, if he’s to begin this. He’s not entirely sure he won’t yell at you.

“Let me. I’m the reason we’re in this…” you confess, your grip on the cup tightening.

There’s a beat of silence before you inhale deeply, “I suffer from… or hm, I have… uh, chronic pain?” you pause to think about how you want to relay this to him. You don’t want to sound weak in front of him – not him. You know it’s not the mindset you should have but being with Shinsou makes you incredibly immature, shrinking you back to your teenage self.  Shinsou sits patiently by the dinner table across from you and waits. He seems to be in no hurry at first glance but the fidgeting of his fingers tells another story – he’s trying to do it underneath the table, but you’re not blind to the movements of his shoulders and arms.

“It’s called arthritis and fibromyalgia. The arthritis is… it’s… uh, an autoimmune disease? My bones are grinding? And… it’s basically my body attacking itself and destroying healthy shit… and uh, fibromyalgia, as well that’s… it signals pain, where there shouldn’t be… any?” you try to go by the simple, short, textbook definitions of the two diagnoses, to lessen the overwhelming experience it can be for some. You’re not sure how much knowledge Shinsou has in this field, so going the classic way might make it easier, you decide. He can hear about the specifics you go through after you’ve finished groveling in front of him with endless apologies.

You curse yourself for not having planned this moment any better as you look up and see Shinsou looking perplexed. “It started… almost right after we moved. At first, I was told it had to be the weather, the change in climate, or that…” you take a moment to control your breathing, “…it had to be my body reacting to a big emotional thing like moving… then, that I wasn’t training enough – and suddenly that I was training too much,” you feel your pulse quicken as the anger from the early days rises in you again like a volcano that’d been dormant for a few years now ready to scream and sputter molten hot lava out to destroy it’s nearby grounds in heavy growls.

The complete and utter dismissal you’d been met with had made the whole process take years. The toll it’d taken on you, the invalidation others ended up putting you through – maybe you’d just been sensitive? Maybe you were just lashing out at your parents as retaliation for making you move? Maybe it was all in your head? Maybe it didn’t really hurt as much as you said? You shake your head and take a deep breath to come back to the now. The now with Shinsou in front of you, demanding answers to why you’ve hurt him so deeply.

You bite your lip that’s beginning to wobble as your eyes land on the table to avoid eye contact, “it made me… exhausted and embarrassed. I couldn’t… I couldn’t make myself reach out when it started because… I’d only been met with vague emotions and reactions of ‘get it together’, you know? And that was the people who were physically close me and saw what it did to me!” you feel tears prickling and angrily lift your hand to wipe it away, determined not to falter as you try to control your breathing. You didn’t want Shinsou’s pity. You wanted his understanding but by God, never his pity.

“I was just… so exhausted. And I barely had any vocabulary to explain what was happening to me at the time… and the going-away party you all held for me – the one where you all celebrated the hero I’d become? God I was so embarrassed… I couldn’t make myself tell you all the things that were hurting… I was terrified of appearing weak. Sometimes, I still am.”

You’d spent many years processing all the things that’d happened to you back then, the things you have had to give up, the things that were still happening to you, but talking about the early days still did something, something you weren’t entirely happy about. The disbelief your parents had served you, the exasperation your new Pro Hero teachers had exuded in a strange and foreign country, the skepticism the doctors had offered you, you’d felt so alone.

You take in a deep breath and decide to go for the practical stuff to distance yourself from the emotions for a bit, “Midoriya was informed due to our mother’s keeping contact. Inko probably told him…” you sigh, “the first time I came back here was five years ago, after they finally started testing me, to meet up with Recovery Girl. I’ve been here once a year since, for short periods of time. I’ve lived with Auntie Inko every time and uh, Bakugou’s mom saw me as I visited Inko and told him afterwards.” You take a pause to level your breathing again. You feel like all you’re doing right now is making up excuses, but you feel like he should know the circumstances, “there are few healing quirks at all in the world, and I’ve been with most of them, actually.” You laugh bitterly as your eyes trail to Candle, sprawled out on the floor next to the table, looking comfortable. You’re afraid to look at Shinsou, what if he looks disapproving?

“It’s not… something to be healed. Just like they can’t heal diabetes or asthma – or Parkinson’s, I’m stuck like this. And it, fuck, I should go to therapy for all of this,” a thin laugh leaves you as you look to the ceiling in an effort to avoid crying again, your hands clenched on the table despite the pain in them, crescent shaped indents in your palm threatening to draw blood.

                Shinsou dares not to look directly at you in fear that he might start crying if he does. It’s a lot to process, for starters. You’d been in pain? For so many years? A seasoned Pro Hero like him isn’t a stranger to pain, but he imagines yours is just a little different than what he goes through and cringes at himself for even comparing the two. You’re breathing is ragged at best and your hands are so fidgety that he almost feels restless just by observing them out of the corner of his eye. You’re taking a sip of your coffee to alleviate the agitation and suddenly he feels relieve rather than the anger upon the fact that he still remembers the way you like it, if it can ease you for just a second.

Shinsou has spent many years imagining you as a Pro Hero in a foreign country. He’d searched foreign websites in unknown tongues, tried to decipher the names to try and find yours on there. After a few years he’d become unsure if he perhaps just remembered the country incorrectly so he went through almost all of the European countries’ lists of heroes. He’d imagined you as an amazing hero, perhaps a hero who needed to go undercover or even one who had become an underground one, much like his beloved mentor. Any explanation he could come up with to rationalize your disappearing would hurt a lot less than what was the most possible reality.

Anything would hurt less than the pure, unadulterated truth; you’d left him. You’d abandoned him. He wasn’t sure if he’d decided on that truth solely to shield himself or to try and move on but it’d hurt like hell. He’s spent many years trying to reason it, trying to convince himself that wasn’t the case – but experience only told his brain that he’d once again been abandoned. He’s not sure he’s done recovering from it to this day; so as he sits in front of you by his dinner table, hearing about your life like it hasn’t been 10 years. 10 years of hurt, 10 years of a gaping wound, 10 years of jokingly – but not so jokingly, deep down – considering open-heart surgery in an attempt to cut out the you-shaped piece inside him, just so he didn’t have to feel hurt all the Goddamn time and claw at his chest every other night as he lets out gross sobs in the wake of a nightmare related to you and that stupid, fucking murky coffee.

So he’s not entirely sure how to feel right now.

While he’s harboring great sympathy, prolonged pain does something to one’s empathy, he thinks as he heaves out a sigh. One part of him is ready to embrace you and tell you that he’s here. But another part is ready to throw you to the curb. Abandon you like you abandoned him. Because it hurts.

At the same time he can feel a new kind of hurt scream from his ribcage, clouding the existing hurt with wails of recognition, of clarity. Somehow, it doesn’t really matter that you’d been here five or six times without contacting him, without reaching out, it almost doesn’t matter that other people knew when he didn’t, because all this hurt is weeping about, is that fact that you’ve been alone, going through all of this. You’d had no support system. His body is aching from the thought of you, all alone and his hand instinctively go to the silver chain around his neck, hidden underneath his shirt because he isn’t sure how to tell you that he still carries your ring with him.

So when he finally looks at you, he almost starts sobbing right then and there. He feels empty and filled with love at the same time. He feels like the inky black coffee he’d felt drowned in every other night start to embrace him and remind him that you’re here and that you didn’t… abandon him. The thought feels strange and foreign in his mind and he’s not sure he’s supposed to… forgive you, this fast, but there’s something about seeing you in flesh and blood in front of him with a reason.

Candle jumps up on the dinner table and meows dramatically, demanding that focus shifts to her and you both let out shaky laughs through sobs and sniffles. At the same time you reach out to pet her and she falls to show you her stomach, demanding duo-pets.

As your hands touch, your warmth bleeds into his and he can’t hold back a gasp as he feels the icy cage around his heart start to melt slowly but surely as the heart kicks into overdrive. You’re looking up at him with a hopeful look and he tries to smile back, hoping it translates his heart’s aching words, I’m here, I’ll stay by you.

You wipe a tear as Candle starts purring and Shinsou clears his throat, “this feels like an entirely stupid question and I’m not even sure I’m allowed to ask–“

“Please, you can ask me all the stupid questions you want,” you smile and send him a warm look.

“–you haven’t become a hero, have you?”

You sigh out and retract your hand from Candle and Shinsou immediately starts panicking, no no no no no, don’t push me away, feeling anger churn in his stomach for even asking such a foolish question.

“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘I was made into a weapon and then asked to find peace’? That describes pretty well how I’ve felt…” you look down and wrap your arms around yourself, a heartbreaking smile on your lips. “I’ve always… had a purpose, for all I did. Always needed to try and get enough sleep so my body was ready for whatever fight I had to participate in. Part of being a good hero is to take care of your body, you know?” and Shinsou is sent back to all the times you reminded him of that phrase as you showed up by his room with a plate of dinner when he hadn’t had the energy to show up or forced him to take a nap while you studied or read in his room.

“I stopped knowing what… standard to live by. My body belonged to my dream, you know? Eating healthy, going for runs and keeping my martial arts sharp, keeping the body fit to be a hero… none of that suddenly mattered anymore when I couldn’t even do the fucking dishes or get up from the bed. Fighting was all that I was and I’m not even sure I’ve truly discovered what I am without it, yet.”

You sigh, taking another big sip of your coffee. “It’s by some miracle that I have the quirk that I have. I’m lucky, you know?” you sound bitter as you spit out the last sentence, your grip on the cup tightening.

“After Bakugou heard what… was going on – from Midoriya, most likely, he contacted me… he called my parents and called my parent’s work until I was forced to talk to him,” you snort and a little warmth returns to your eyes, “he offered me a job, he offered to make a whole fucking department in his agency for me. And he just. He did that, and I… I hadn’t been able to see color for a while and when he did that, I got up, you know?”

Shinsou sees you bite your lip, “I got up from under the covers, I made the bed, right?”

Shinsou swallows thickly, completely entranced by your voice. To him, it felt almost like you were the owner of his quirk and had commanded him listen – because he couldn’t do anything but listen after every word like it was water and he was dying of thirst. Your voice and story his oasis.

“And I decided to accept it and come back. I decided to face whatever I’m facing… head on. And that included you.”

You lick your lip as you look around the apartment, a clear attempt to avoid looking at Shinsou. “I’m so fucking sorry, Shinsou, you never deserved this.”

He doesn’t miss the quiver in your voice and you finally look at him, your hands reaching out. He’s about to reach out as well, take your hands in his when Candle swats at them, once again showing her belly and demanding focus returns to her.

Once again, she makes you both smile and look at each other as you both pet her soft stomach.

You look back down, “I never meant to hurt you the way I did. I never meant to lock you out of my life because by God, I missed you. I wanted to reach out so bad, I was just so afraid. And I can’t say anything but tell you how absolutely sorry I am and beg for your forgiveness.”

Shinsou feels taken back at your words. He’d never seen himself as someone so important as to need someone groveling for his forgiveness.

“I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I don’t expect you to forgive me now, or anytime. You have a… right, not to, of course. I get that you’re angry, you’re allowed to be. But just know,” you grab his hands – rather forcefully, he notices – from Candle’s belly and caress his wrist with your thumbs, “I’ll do anything to have you back in my life. I didn’t plan for it to go…” you gesture to the wheelchair you’re sitting in, “…like this, obviously. I wanted to come into your life gradually, give you time to adjust… to forgive, properly. And Shinsou,” you look him deep in the eyes and he gulps, “I’ll gladly move out again today if you need it. I’ll manage, if you’re worried.”

Shinsou feels like he’s floating, so he doesn’t say anything as he processes your words. He feels that he’s not in his body right now as he observes you. This feels like everything he’s ever dreamed of during the nights he’d allowed wishful thinking to rot and infest his brain. He’s shaking, he registers as he tries to blink. Hearing you say all the words he needed, lifts him completely from the tar-like ink he’d been drowning in ever since he realized you weren’t going to call him back 10 years ago. And once again, you’re telling him the words he needs to hear, like you did back when you wormed into his heart the first time.

A sob leaves him, as he squeezes your hands back. A hopeful laugh combined with a sob leaves you as you observe his reaction. Shinsou retracts his hands and he doesn’t miss the initial panic written on your face and how it immediately turns into unadulterated relief as he rounds the table to gather you in a soul-crushing hug.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he grits out as he still bravely tries to hold back from full-on crying, wanting to avoid overwhelming you.

You stay this way for several minutes and Shinsou’s back is aching from bending over you like this but he can’t really convince himself to let go anytime soon, so relieved that you’re here. You sob into his chest, clenching at his t-shirt and shaking in his arms. He registers your tears soaking through his t-shirt in the back of his mind as he adjusts his arms around you, cooing into your hair and kissing the crown of your head, mirroring what you used to do with him when you were younger.

You’re whispering out strews of apologies and he’s telling you it’s okay and to let it out and that he’s here as he gently starts to massage your back. You wince at the movement and shies away from his hand and he retracts himself from you in panic.

“Sorry, it’s just… sometimes, being touched hurts,” you admit as you wipe your cheek from tears and he apologizes with a panicked expression.

“No, no, don’t apologize!” you hurry to get out as you reach out for his arms again, “it’s just… a lot, right now?” you wince and caresses his arm with your hands, “I’m just… overwhelmed,” and you can’t hold back a yawn. He offers you to take a nap in the bedroom and you look… sad? He’s not sure he reads the expression right.

You pout, “I just. I’m finally… talking to you, you know?” Shinsou can’t hold back a chuckle as he realizes you’re being sleepy and childish. “We’ll have all the time in the world to talk from now on, don’t we?” he smirks as you cross your arms in front of you. “But I want to talk right now,” you try and he lets a laugh rumble out from the pits of his stomach, his cheeks warming up from the giddiness, “I’ll go in there with you if needed but if you’re tired, you need rest.”

                         “When’s your next shift?” you ask tentatively as you rub your eyes and get comfortable in his bed. Shinsou’s standing by the bottom of the bed, fluffing up a pillow for your leg despite your protests. He looks away from you, “eh, not in a few days– is this alright?” He’s placing the pillow gently and you raise your leg, “it’s more than fine, Shinsou, thank you.”

He’s blushing as he walks over to his closet to grab the extra duvet that’s been folded meticulously so it’d fit inside the bottom drawer. You get comfortable – as comfortable as you can at least, with the giant cast that’s making every sleeping position you like out of the question. You sigh dramatically and flail around a bit and Shinsou laughs at you from the other side of the bed.

He’s shuffling on his feet, unsure on whether or not to get into the bed with you – does he lie down or does he sit up? You pat the space next to you with a smile and Shinsou’s heart explodes at the implication of possible cuddles. Your cuddles were always the best, he remembers fondly but he’s unsure if it’s too soon. It definitely is, right?

So he mechanically sits up against the headboard, putting the still folded duvet on his lap, clearing his throat. He’s sure you’ve noticed how stiff he is, but you don’t comment on it as you fold your own duvet into a huggable cuddle partner.

You yawn as you reach out a hand towards him, tugging him just a tad closer but never forcing him into more than necessary. Shinsou’s about to ask if you’re comfortable but as his gaze lands on you, realizes you’re already asleep. He huffs out a soundless laugh, more pushing air out of his nose and lets his hand reach your cheek, caressing it for a few seconds before sitting more comfortably. He can do this, he thinks.

He can have you back in his life, and he will support you in every way he possibly can – every way you weren’t supported, when you’d been due for it, he decides. Having you here is more than plenty to forgive you again.

                    Shinsou’s in the kitchen, serving the rice in bowls. It’s been a while since he’s made a fully homecooked meal, with all the overtime he’s been doing lately, but cooking for someone else has become one of his preferred pastimes and he proudly observes the food before starting to set the table in the living room.

Admittedly, he’d been in the mood to make you a more traditional-style meal, suspecting you’ve been living off convenience store food since you arrived. He also isn’t sure how much traditional food you’d gotten back west, so he thought it’d be fun to make some. He just hadn’t considered that his mushrooms and carrots had gone bad in his fridge, and that he hadn’t thawed any meat from the freezer. So the only meat he had was chicken breast he’d bought on sale yesterday before his shift and still hadn’t sorted into the freezer (luckily, otherwise there probably wouldn’t have been enough meat).

So he makes do with what he’s got which led to him setting the table with seasoned rice, a few vegetables and chicken cut into smaller pieces and fried with some garlic and ginger. So as he’s finished setting the table, he nods to himself before going into the bedroom.           

You’re still asleep, Candle propped up by your face, stealing half of your pillow from you, your arm lodged underneath her stomach. She’s glaring at Shinsou for interrupting this moment and jealousy rises in him for a second that his cat seems displeased at his arrival. He walks to the bed and gently calls your name a few times, but you don’t seem to stir.

So he leans over the bed and gently nudges at you, and you groan. “There’s dinner,” he tries and you let out a snore before burrowing your face into the pillow. “’s nice here,” you mumble out and he’s unsure if he hears you correctly, “smells like you.” and Shinsou’s horribly reminded that you’re currently asleep in the sheets that he’s supposed to change this weekend, red marking his features as he turns more desperate in getting you up, embarrassed that he even let you sleep in it to begin with.

You whine out his name as he pushes you gently, clearly unhappy at the prospect of being forced out of your slumber. He promises you a bigger portion of rice than him, and you seem more willing – though he struggles still.

“You’re being unfair,” you grumble as you finally sit up in the bed, your cheeks puffed up in a pout. He can’t hold back a laugh at your frame, looking so debauched and exhausted. “I have jetlag still, you know!” you argue and Shinsou doesn’t argue back but just teasingly tells you to hurry before Candle eats your portion of dinner. “By the way, we need to go grocery shopping tomorrow, if there’s to be… more than cup noodles in the apartment,” Shinsou says by the doorframe until he remembers the wheelchair and hurries back to push you into the living room.                

 “I’ll change the sheets later, by the way, and set up on the couch.”

You nod as you take a bite of chicken, “I’ll help! Would you mind if one of the suitcases stay in the living room then? I promise to keep it as tidy as possible!”

“Why would you want it away from you?” Shinsou doesn’t look at you as he’s taking a sip of water, “you’re sleeping in the bedroom.”

“What are you talking about? This is your home!” you protest, sending him a glare you hope is convincing. He shakes his head, “nuh-uh, not happening. You’re injured,” he argues and you groan, “so?”

He’s still avoiding eye contact, which makes you puff out your cheeks in a pout, kicking him under the table with your good leg. “Hey!” he sends you a scowl but at least he’s looking at you.

“Shinsou, I can’t force myself into your apartment like this and take your bedroom from you.”

He chews on a piece of chicken, “I forced you in here, remember? And I don’t mind you having it and that’s final.”

You’re not sure whether or not to keep arguing, so you let out a dissatisfied groan and continue eating your food, letting him have his way.

              You’re on the couch, sprawled out and eating chips from a bowl strategically placed on your stomach. Shinsou’s in the corner of the couch with your legs on his lap. There’s a documentary about sea creatures in the television, giving you frightening facts about the deep sea. As it shows a squid that’s bioluminescent you gasp dramatically at a cut where it’s moving through the water. Shinsou snorts at you, “is it really that amazing? That red squid?”

“Hey! It’s the Saturoteathisis Syrtensusis, at least show it some respect and say its proper name!” and he laughs again, “there is no way you pronounced that correctly,” and you throw a potato chip after him, smirking as you hit him square on the forehead.

“Not much is known about the Stauroteuthis Syrtensis’s reproduction process. When they have been observed in the wild, they are alone...”

“See, you didn’t say it like that!” Shinsou points an accusatory finger at the screen with confidence and you simply grab another chip and throw it into your mouth, loudly chewing on it, “that’s the exact way I said it, you dingus.”

He puffs out an annoyed breath, shaking his head as he decides not to fight this matter further. It’s been a few days since you arrived in his apartment like a whirlwind and you’d spent the last few days getting reacquainted – it took surprisingly little to fall into comfortable, old habits and the atmosphere was generally comfortable. He’d been interested in learning your medication’s names and when you took them, so he could help you grab them from the dresser when you needed them – he’d listened intently to how you experienced the pain and which symptoms you suffered from, been allowed to ask all the “dumb” questions and generally been supportive – his cooking had surprised you as he’d gotten surprisingly good at it, but you’d reveled in it – and perhaps, teased him just a bit. He wasn’t afraid to tease back, and the bickering was familiar, safe, warm.

Tonight, Kaminari and Sero’s going to come over. Kaminari had been blowing up Shinsou’s phone upon finding out that he took vacation – “you took vacation!?” you’d exclaimed in surprise and he’d grumbled out something unintelligible – and then told Kaminari to shut up, earning a very loud and screechy “WHO’S WITH YOU?” to which Shinsou had almost dropped his phone. He’d looked to you for permission, unsure if he was allowed to tell your rowdy friends of your arrival.

Needless to say, they’d been excited. Shinsou’s bouncing his leg and you feel the nervousness emit from his body in waves as your eyes are trained on the documentary. “Hey, are you alright?” you ask with worry, turning down the volume of the TV.

“There’s uh, something I gotta, uh, tell you… about them, specifically Denki,” he says shakily and you sit up a bit straighter, nervous for what news he’s going to break.

“They’re dating, Sero and Denki.”

You accidentally snort out a laugh before clearing your throat, nodding solemnly. “I remember that they were into each other already back then, yes,” you say with all the seriousness you can muster. Shinsou blushes and looks at you incredulously, “that’s not the part that’s important! I’m opening the story here, Jesus,” he says as he crosses his arms in disappointment. You snicker, “sorry Mr. Storyteller, please continue.”

He sends you a look – but it’s without any heat as a sigh follows, seemingly steeling himself for his coming news, “Denki and I used to… date… for like 6 months…” and he hides his face in his hands. You’ve never sat up faster in your life, effectively letting the bowl of chips slip from your stomach and tumble to the floor, “no way!” you exclaim and Shinsou sighs rather dramatically, “…yeah.”

“How did that happen?”

“It’s dumb, please!” Shinsou tries, hoping you’re going to let him rat out of the explanation.

You’re not though, definitely not.

He groans and let his hands fall to your legs, accidentally landing on your cast with too much force and you yelp. He panics and apologizes and you send him a sly smirk, “I’ll forgive you only if you serve me the tea.”

“Can I still ask you to leave my apartment?” he tries, dragging his hands down over his face. You kick him lightly with your left foot, “no way in hell. Now, spill the deeds!”

He huffs out a breath as he rests both hands on your cast, wrapping them together as he straightens his back. “After you left… uh, I was… touch-starved?” a twinge of guilt runs through you at his admission, “I don’t know if that’s the right word…” he thinks it over, tasting different words on his tongue before muttering one out loud, “I was lonely. And Kaminari was… going through a whole epiphany with his sexuality, you know. And adulthood was so scary for both of us. The dolt was also convinced Sero was straight, apparently.”

A snort leaves you at the image of Kaminari being so utterly blind. “We both needed comfort, I guess? So we… got together. Like, on a basis that was just casual. But we did end up being together for half a year or so.”

You send a mental thank you note to Kaminari for taking care of Shinsou while you’ve been gone, glad he’s had a support system back then, keeping the jealousy currently rising inside you deep down, down where it doesn’t need to be discussed. “Wait, when was this?”

“When we were like, 19, shortly after we’d graduated, so it’s ancient history, I swear!” Shinsou seems eager to convince you and you reach out a hand to his arm, “it’s okay, take it easy,” and you squeeze his arm. He blushes and you assume it’s because he’s thinking of Kaminari, so you send him a warm smile, “so, Kaminari’s your type?” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at him. An expression of panic goes on his face as he looks at you with wide eyes and open mouth, “no! My type is like…” and it seems he bites his tongue to stop himself. You pat his arm before retracting it, trying to conceal your own beating heart and nervousness, tutting at yourself mentally for hoping he'd said it was you who’d been his type. If you’d ever had a shot with Shinsou, that shot had passed you 10 years ago, you reason to yourself as you bend down to pick up the bowl and chips with a solemn smile.

He seems to be quiet as well, as he observes you clean up the floor after you. “Why’d you tell me?” you ask quietly, trying to suppress your timidness. “Huh?”

“There must be a reason you’re telling me, right?” you retract your legs from him so you can sit up and put the bowl on the coffee table, putting distance between you as you fear the answer. “Oh, because Kaminari still doesn’t let me live it down. I’m guessing he’s going to tell you about it later, so I wanted you to hear it from me, at least.”

You try to force out a laugh at him, “sounds like him.” You move to get back up on the wheelchair, and he instantly rises to come over and help you. He’s been good like that, always coming to help you whenever you need it and pushing you wherever he’s able to. Yesterday, you even went to the park together, just because you wanted to get outside for a bit. “Where to?” he asks and you hide your face, “I was just going to go to the kitchen with the bowl…”

Shinsou sighs loudly and grabs the bowl from your hands, “I could’ve just done that!”          

 It’s 8PM and it is loud. The moment Sero and Kaminari entered the apartment, it’s been loud and bustling and warm. They’re so happy to see you despite the fact that you’d practically ghosted them for 10 years, giving you long and loving hugs, welcoming you back with soft smiles. You’ve decided to all sit by the dinner table and play a boardgame, a thing you can be part of without awkwardly taking up the entire couch or point too much attention to your wheelchair.

You’re playing Monopoly, and Kaminari’s getting his ass handed to him in such a way that he’s currently leaned over you and crying. While crying in your embrace, his arm keeps sneaking up to try and take some of your money, but to no avail, since you stand strong and diligently swaps his hand away at every attempt. While Sero and Shinsou is crushing both you and Kaminari and effectively making you rack up debt after debt, you’re getting to re-know the two of them as they tell you about their lives. Kaminari works at Mt. Agency and Sero actually works in Bakugou’s agency, making him your colleague in just a few short weeks. You think you see Shinsou make a grimace at that, but the moment is gone too soon for you to dig into. “So that’s you! I heard that they were setting up a new department to tackle the whole tactical part of our work! That’s so interesting!” Sero admits and enthusiastically asks for details and tells you of your future workplace as well.

You tell them in minor details about your conditions and Kaminari puts a supporting hand on your shoulder as you open up – with less tears than with Shinsou, you notice when you’re done. Sero and Kaminari moved in together just a year ago and Shinsou’s right – Kaminari does not waste a single opportunity to mention that they dated, mostly to tease Shinsou. You can’t help but feel out of the loop when Sero awkwardly tells him to stop embarrassing Shinsou or spill secrets that weren’t his to tell – unsure of what any of that meant.

As you’re about to admit defeat in the cursed boardgame, Candle jumps up on the table. It’s her fourth attempt to land on the board tonight and this time she succeeds. The boardgame pieces are strewn every which way and she doesn’t hesitate to flick her paws at all the bundles of money on Shinsou’s side of the table. There’s roaring laughter as Shinsou frantically tries to get her away so he can retain his victory. After she’s successfully transported to your lap to receive punishment pets – “I thought she hated everyone but you?” Sero comments to Shinsou and you preen at the implication – Kaminari snickers as he announces that since the whole board is now a mess, they should call it quits. Everyone nods and agrees until he stands up dramatically to bow, “thank you all for the support, I am glad to announce that I was the winner! Hanta my dear, I am sorry to tell you this, but you got fourth place!”

“Hah? What’s up with that logic?” Shinsou asks as he’s collecting all the small house figures. You laugh and play along, “yeah, Shinsou, I’m sorry about third place. I’m honored to be number two tonight!” and you give Kaminari a high-five. “You guys were nowhere near winning!” Sero pouts and Kaminari winks, “you have no way of proving that now, do you? I mean, the board’s a mess. That money could’ve easily been ours!”

“But it wasn’t!” he tries and you cross your arms with a solemn expression, “it’s your words against ours, I’m afraid.”

Shinsou snorts and whispers something to Sero, who upon hearing the secret, shares a knowing smirk. With a teasing glint, he concludes, “well if the children want the win, I guess I’ll be the bigger person and let them.”

Your jaw drops, unsure whether or not to take the bait – before you can decide though, Kaminari’s already taken it and run with it. “Sadly, you can’t be the bigger person when you’re so short.” Shinsou can’t help but chuckle at the comeback and Sero pouts, “you’re less than an inch taller than me!” and Kaminari tuts at him, “doesn’t change the fact that I’m still taller.” And you look at them, bewildered, “didn’t Sero used to be the tall one?” and Kaminari lights up like a Christmas tree at the question, already jumping over next to Sero to prove that he’s grown since high school. Sero looks significantly less amused but still gets up from the chair so you can compare the two. “I had a growth spurt!” he proudly admits and you hear Shinsou chuckle out an “about time” as he puts the boardgame back in the second drawer of the dresser.

              Shinsou’s standing with two different kinds of ketchup’s in hand, giving you the biggest pout he can muster, “but it’s the best one,” he whines, holding up the Heinz Ketchup higher than the local one. You’re currently trying to convince him to buy said local one, because it’s the one you like – you’ve been trying to use the price as the winning argument but he’s not convinced. “But it doesn’t taste the same… Shinsou, I’ve been deprived of local ketchup for my Omurice and you’re going to force me to eat the western one when I’m finally back home?”

He frowns as he, through incomprehensible grumbling, puts both of them into the basket on your lap and goes behind you to push you again. You let out a laugh, “that was a rough decision, wasn’t it?”

“It hurt,” he mumbles before walking over to the dairy section. His phone starts ringing and he lets you push yourself the rest of the way so you can pick out eggs and milk while he answers.

Words apparently travels fast about your (more permanent) arrival and this’s the first in a line of calls directed towards you. He comes up to you and hands you the phone. When you send him a questionable look, he simply shrugs and looks at the milk.

“Hi?”

Your name is screeched in the other end and you have to hold back your own squeal in this very public place, “Momo!”

Shinsou snickers into the supermarket fridge, picking up two liters of milk and gently placing them in the basket you’re still carrying as you talk vividly. He overhears you plan a meet-up and warmth spreads through his insides at the prospect of you being a part of his and his friend’s lives again.

While he stayed in contact with most of his classmates, he still withdrew a bit upon you leaving. He also suspects some of them weren’t sure how to comfort him while they, themselves, went through losing a close friend. Admittedly, he distanced himself quite a bit – they reminded him of you, and that simply hurt too much back then.

He doesn’t miss the warm smile adorning your lips the rest of the trip and all the way home, happy at the thought of reuniting with more of your friends.

                      Shinsou stands next to the couch with the remote control in hand, “I’m just letting you know in advance and also giving you full advocacy to say no, by the way! But the first Tuesday of every month uh, my family comes by for a potluck-like dinner, and it’s… next week.”

Shinsou’s expression is unreadable – he’s sporting a twist between a lopsided smile, raised eyebrows and a scrunched-up nose and you’re unsure of what emotion it’s supposed to convey. The reason he looks so… unreadable, is because he isn’t sure how you’ll take the news – he half-expects you to protest or find a way to avoid it (which he definitely understands) – he honestly expects every kind of reaction except for the one you give him. You’re suddenly up in his space, arms tight around his neck as your nose is buried in his collar, exhaling a breathy “oh my God, congratulations!”

You’re practically shaking from excitement and it’s at that moment Shinsou realizes that you never even knew he’d been adopted. His heart aches in ways he’s almost getting used to since you came back, a wave of warm water once again melting more of the ice cage his heart is wrapped around. He wraps his arms slowly around your waist, barely touching you. Unsure how else to react, he lets out a wheezy “t-thank you.”

He's not entirely sure why tears are lining up to spill from his eyelids, why a sob is threatening to leave him like it did back when you first took him in for who he was, but there’s something about experiencing your explicit happiness for him and hearing you congratulate him as if it was yesterday that stirred something in him – something he realized he was missing back when he’d first told Kaminari. It’s the way he had wanted you to be the first but you weren’t there. Something in him cracks and the arms that’s wrapped around your waist tightens further, bringing you in so much closer, close enough that your heartbeats merge – or so it feels. You both exhale shaky breaths and tiny puffs of laughter but reluctant to let go. It isn’t until he remembers that you’re technically on one leg with the other one broken that he abruptly releases you and guides you back down on the couch, “sorry for keeping you standing.”

While he’s bent down you raise a hand to wipe a tear from his cheek, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there,” and he shakes his head and lets a hand rest on his chest, close to his heart, “you were, inside.”

You share a moment of warm smiles, your hand still resting on his cheek before your eyes widen and you slap the hand back to your own mouth in surprise, “fuck, I’m so sorry!” you yell out to his face – like you forgot how close he is – before you let a hand run through his hair, his shiver reminding you that he’s still not used to the physical closeness you’re bringing him, “I’ve been calling you Shinsou! Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think about that! Jesus shit!”

Shinsou looks at you almost comically, the confused stare he’s sending back reminding you of that one calculating meme, his brows high on his forehead. “Oh!” he then exclaims, chuckling before raising himself back up again, stretching his arms – it reveals a sliver of his stomach to you and it feels like steam is rising from your ears with the way your temperature rises for a second.

“I’m still Shinsou Hitoshi,” he says just as he gets his back to crack, letting out a satisfied groan, “since I was adopted in like, the end of the second year and I was almost 18, we decided it’d be a hassle to change the name – I’d have to explain it to all the connections I’ve gotten through the internships and work studies, so they asked me what I wanted.” He sits down on the couch next to you, “I didn’t mind the name, that wouldn’t take away from the fact that I’d gotten a family, so I kept it.”

You’re beaming in the chair, your hands restless from the excitement, “what are they like!?” Shinsou chuckles at your eagerness, “it’s Shouta and Hizashi, and they’ve taken such good care of me. After I graduated U.A I moved in with them for a few years, to get my career started properly.”

The warmth he uses to talk about them with fills you with love and affection and you’re so excited to meet them once the weekend’s ended. You’re going to meet up with Yaoyorozu and Jirou Saturday, so it does give you two free days to rest your body in-between. You’re glad Shinsou’s patient and accepting regarding your need for rest, seemingly understanding of how exhausting chronic pains can be in the day-to-day life.

               “Why was it always so complicated between you two?” Jirou asks this as she takes a bite of her cake. You shrug your shoulders and lean over with your fork to her plate, silently asking for permission to taste the chocolate cake there. She nods and pushes the plate slightly closer to you. “I mean we were teenagers. Everything was complicated,” you reply as you take the piece of cake in your mouth, letting a pleased hum leave you as you get a taste. Yaoyorozu and Jirou both agree, “you’re adults now though, doesn’t make it… easier?” Yaoyorozu asks carefully and you lean your head to the left as you think about it, “I think… I think things ended so messy and complicated back then that it’s turned into this… giant knot – and untangling it takes priority. I don’t think we can just start over, with all that history.”

You’re at Yaoyorozu’s place, sitting out on her balcony, enjoying high tea – she’s been very excited and ordered home several different cakes. Jirou’s moved in with her, though to Yaoyorozu’s family, she’s still simply a friend. They told you they’re still working out how to tell them they’re engaged.

They both nod solemnly at your reply but Jirou breaks it with a sly smile, “you’re still in love with him, right?”

You feel heat return to your face as your eyes squeeze shut, almost feeling like a high school student again with all the embarrassment. Yaoyorozu giggles at you, “honestly, I think it’s very romantic. The way you’re reunited after 10 years… it’s like you were meant to be!” her hand has traveled to her cheek, looking dreamy, “it’s right out of one of your favorite romances, huh?” Jirou smiles warmly at her fiancée and you feel something positive bloom in your chest as well.

“I don’t think he’s into me, though,” you confess and they both gasp dramatically at you, “there’s no way he’s not! He’s most certainly been into you since high school,” Yaoyorozu insists with a decided look on her face, taking another sip of tea.

“He wasn’t back then, remember? Back when you made me ask,” you huff, picking at your piece of carrot cake with your fork, it did hurt to be this close with him again – if you thought you were in love with him back then? It’s tenfold now that he’s back in your life as an adult – the way he’s become so grown, so mature and so devastatingly handsome, driving you absolutely crazy.

“Honestly, I think he might’ve just been too immature! He had a lot going on too, right?”

“Yeah, but even when I said that I’d been in love with Bakugou, he didn’t react!” you try, puffing up your cheeks. “I still don’t completely understand why you said that” Jirou admits, reaching onto Yaoyorozu’s plate to taste the strawberry tart placed there.

“You were the ones who told me to say that, though!” you protest, reaching for the teacup you’re convinced is worth more than your entire life.

“But we didn’t intend for you to say it like that,” Yaoyorozu argues, “it was meant to be a fail-safe, to check for his reaction if he’d said yes. Based on his emotional reaction, you would’ve been able to read if you were the one that he was interested in. I do admit, it was an entirely immature procedure we came up with back then.”

You groan and lean back on the wheelchair, “it’s ridiculous. It’s been 10 years but I’m still blushing like a Victorian teenager at the thought of kissing him.”

They both laugh at you and Yaoyorozu reaches out for Jirou’s hands, “we’ve been together for 11 years and it still feels like that, sometimes.”

You smile brightly at them, your mood lifted just from observing them and their love. You shift the subject away from your horrible teenage crush on your best friend and tell them about your condition. Yaoyorozu gets teary-eyed and Jirou tells you that her uncle suffers from arthritis too and she’s seen what it can do to people – it’s nice, you think.

You haven’t talked much about your conditions with other people in recent years, mostly because you’d been met with all the negative reactions, “but you’re so young!”, “you shouldn’t take so many pills, it’s unhealthy for such a young person!” and the crown of them all, “are you sure you can’t just push through it?”

But you should’ve known better, you think. You should’ve known that your friends would’ve always been there and supported you. You cringe inwardly at the guilt and regret but decide that the whole reason you came back was to face it head-on – that includes putting the past behind you and moving on from your former isolating decisions. Happiness blooms in your chest at being surrounded by such good people after just a few weeks of being back.

                      “Anyways… thank you so much for today. I think it’s helped me clear things up a bit,” you lean up from the wheelchair to hug them both and when they squeeze you tightly between them, you can’t stop the smile that shines your lips. “Safe trip home!” they say as the driver’s helps you into the car – you’re not entirely surprised that Yaoyorozu prepared for a driver to bring you back and forth, but it still feels extremely exclusive.

“Again, thanks! And I’ll meet his family on Tuesday, so that’ll probably make us closer as well, right?” you smile and wave and the confused faces of your friends goes right by you, as the driver closes the door after you. “Meet…?” Yaoyorozu asks and sends Jirou a questioning look. Before they can ask you to elaborate however, you’re already gone, leaving the entrance of Yaoyorozu’s family estate.

             You’ve gotten better at maneuvering the wheelchair yourself, so when you hear the knock on his front door, you’re pushing yourself to the living room from the kitchen. You’d been keeping an eye on the boiling water as Shinsou had been setting the table. You’re feeling both excited but also incredibly nervous about meeting the people who’d taken Shinsou in and shown him the love he’d always deserved. He hadn’t gone into much detail about them as people and you kind of assumed that he just wanted you to meet them without prejudice, so you’d decided not to pry.

You’re nervous for two reasons.

One, meeting parents are always a daunting experience. You’re not entirely sure how much he’s told them about you – specifically how you left him for a whole decade only to come back and live in his apartment. So, needless to say, you’re unsure of what to expect.

Two, what if they don’t like you? What if you don’t like them? You’re very much in love with their son and have been gathering the courage to admit it to yourself and confess – at least, just to get it out of your system, you argue to yourself.

As you hear them greet each other your back straightens and you think to yourself that you faintly seem to recognize their voices but since you can’t place them immediately, you shrug it away. You put on a polite smile as they enter the living room, determined to be the absolute dream for potential parent-in-laws in case you live in a reality where Shinsou reciprocates your feelings.

There’s really no way to describe the way your jaw drops as the three of them enter the living room. Shinsou smiles at you like this isn’t some earth-shattering revelation.

His parents are giving you the biggest smiles and you’re completely entranced until the blond one speaks, “it’s been a while, young listener!” bending down to give you a hug. He’s clearly excited to see you again, celebrating some sort of reunion. Behind him, your old homeroom teacher is standing with a warm smile and a pot in his hands. Present Mic – are you even allowed to call him Hizashi like Shinsou did? – laughs at your dumbstruck expression and pats your shoulder as he welcomes you back.

When Aizawa nears you, you shrink in on yourself and he chuckles at you, “I’m not your teacher anymore,” he says as he leans in for a hug. You laugh awkwardly and hug him back as your brain processes… this interesting situation. Your former teachers… are Shinsou’s parents… it’s not that you don’t believe them to be good parents, it’s just so absurd that you can’t wrap your head around it – and why the hell did Shinsou not tell you this part? Did he honestly just assume that you were on a first-name basis with your old high school teachers?

You laugh out loud and remove a strand of hair from your forehead, “I’m sorry I’m so… flabbergasted? Shinsou didn’t tell me who his parents were,” you send him a stern look and as soon as you spot the mischievous grin he’s carrying, almost Cheshire-like and entirely Aizawa-like, you groan and hide your face in your hands, “you did this on purpose, didn’t you?” and they all laugh out loud, “Hitoshi’s become quite fond of Shouta’s way of fooling people. It’s not uncommon for either of them to do stuff like this,” Yamada tells you with a supportive hand on your shoulder and you groan again, shaking your head at him. “You’ll pay for this,” you tell him with a pointed finger, and he nods challenging at you. Yamada leans down, “don’t worry, I fall for them too, all the time.”

Aizawa spots Candle on the couch and walks to her, bending down. As soon as he nears her though, her fur stands up on her back and she hurries away, into the bedroom. He looks dejected, his arm falling to his sides, “give it up, Shouta dear, she’s not a fan of you and never will be,” Yamada laughs. You giggle and Shinsou sends his dad a playful look, “you know, Candle loves them,” he points to you and Aizawa whips his head so fast towards you, looking pointedly dejected, “what’s your secret?” he asks and you shrug your shoulders, “I guess we’re just meant to be.”

           You’re sitting around the dinner table, talking animatedly as you eat the food – there’s a variety of different dishes, lots of vegetables and different meats. There’s both some roasted chicken, mackerel, tempura shrimps and fried pork, making it a real feast. Your heart squeezes in on itself, experiencing the family warmth that’s surrounding the table, pure joy emanating from the apartment at this moment in time.

“Eri was so jealous when she heard you’d be here as well,” Yamada tells you with a glint in his eyes. She had an exam coming up and had to stay home and study – you still can’t believe that gentle little girl’s already in high school. “Oh! I didn’t think she’d remember me,” you admit – you didn’t interact with her much back then, and you’re sure she’d been overwhelmed either way.

“She remembers you clearly – probably based on all of Hitoshi’s talking and pictures of you,” Aizawa says flatly and you hear the unmistaken sound of kicking underneath the table, though no one reacts above it. You chuckle at the admission, your heart soaring at the thought of Shinsou talking so much about you that she knows who you are still.

“I didn’t talk that much,” Shinsou says, purposely sounding as flat as Aizawa as to not give his embarrassment away, though no one at the table misses the slight wobble to the pitch.

“Your little crush in high school was so cute, though,” Yamada says with a teasing tone and another kick, harder this time, is heard again. You chuckle and look at Shinsou, “you had a crush on me?”

He chokes on a piece of pork and you hurry to hand him his waterglass. Aizawa chuckles and puts a hand on Yamada’s, a silent way to tell him to reign it back and says, “we thought you were dating back then for sure, but I think we just saw ourselves in that relationship,” he looks at Yamada with love shining in his eyes and you’re seconds away from cooing at them, a lovesick sigh leaving you.

“Well, I had a giant crush on Shins- on Hitoshi, too back then,” you try to laugh it off with a scratch to your neck. It sounds like Shinsou’s crush was in past tense, so you see it as a way to get the whole confession thing out of the way, without making it awkward later between you.

“Oh?” Yamada sounds interested and Shinsou gets more food stuck in his throat, choking once again. You fill his waterglass again and hands it to him, patting his back – it’s the first time you’ve called him by his first name – inspired by his family doing so – so you’re convinced he’s reacting to that. “Be careful when you eat,” you try and he nods, pointedly looking away from you. Should you have continued to call him Shinsou?

He clears his throat, “how is Eri doing in school?” they all recognize it as a way to get away from the subject and accept it, as Aizawa starts telling about her well-being.

“It is lucky her parents are both teachers though!” you exclaim and they nod, “she struggled a bit in the beginning of high school – organizing her study time and priorities have really helped though,” Aizawa contemplates as he puts down his utensils.

She’s in a regular high school, still struggling with controlling her quirk when she’s particularly stressed – though it has been more than three years since she last had a slip-up. The conversations gradually switch to the couch with coffee and a cake that Aizawa and Yamada brought, talking about your conditions.

“I have nerve pain as well,” Aizawa explains, “haven’t been formally diagnosed but Recovery Girl has been telling me about fibromyalgia. Have you tried getting on Pregabalin?” he asks as he puts down his coffee cup, “the anxiety medicine?” you ask for clarification and he nods, “and epileptic medicine, too actually. It’s shown to have a palliate effect on nerve-related pains if you take it every day. It worked wonders on me but gave me incredible dry mouth,” you can’t help but snort as he continues, “and I wasn’t about to have more dry-conditions on my face.”

Shinsou offers to write down the name for you as he reaches for the little notebook next to the coffee table. You hear Aizawa mutter something to Yamada, “oh yeah, I have to take that,” he laughs sheepishly and Aizawa gets up before him, muttering out an “I got it” with a hand to Yamada’s shoulder, going for his bag from the dresser out on the entrance.

As he sits back down, Shinsou hands Yamada his waterglass and Aizawa hands him two pills, “I’m sorry I had to interrupt like that, it’s just after I’ve changed prosthetics, my pain levels are on the rise as I get used to them.” Your eyes widen like saucers before you can school your expression, “I did hear you got severely injured three years ago but prosthetics?” you ask and he lifts up his leg and tugs on the pantleg, “I lost both my legs from the knee down. It was kept out of the media though,” he says as you try not to stare too hard at his prosthetics.

“You’re walking so smoothly on them though, I didn’t even see any hint of it!” you exclaim and he laughs, “yeah, I’ve put a lot of energy into rehabilitation, nothing can stop me from being a hero,” he says proudly and you nod in amazement as he tells you of how it happened and how he’s gotten this far.

              You’re on the couch, heaving out a sigh as Shinsou massages your calf on the left leg for you. “I forgot how amazing those two are,” you let out and Shinsou smiles, “they’re preserving that’s for sure,” he agrees as he follows Candle with his eyes. She’s scouting her territory, making sure that her nemesis, the human Aizawa Shouta, has left the premises. She’s getting ready to jump up on your wheelchair and get comfortable, once she determines that he’s gone.

“Oh wait, that’s how you knew your place was entirely wheelchair friendly!” you exclaim and he laughs, “bingo. Dad lived here for a while because their house definitely isn’t wheelchair friendly, being in three stories.”

You sit in silence for a while as you feel exhaustion settle in you – but also insecurity.

“I feel so… lazy, next to them,” you admit and Shinsou whips his head at you, “you’re not.”

You shiver and wrap your arms around yourself, “but they have… similar and maybe even worse conditions and look at them, they’re still Pro Heroes…”

Shinsou leans further up towards you, “hey, look at me.”

As you look at him, he gives you a determined look, “you should never compare yourself to others. Your struggles are entirely different and the path you’re meant to walk is different – and that’s okay.”

You sniffle, “okay… thank you, Hitoshi.”

He tenses, pauses for a moment and then clears his throat, “of course. I’ll always be here, and hey,” he grabs your hand, “you’re a lot stronger than you think.” He finishes off with a reassuring squeeze to your hand, and you give him a warm smile.       

  Shinsou’s lying on the couch, the apartment dark and quiet. It’s been a few hours since you went to bed and his mind has been too preoccupied to fall asleep. Really, how is he expected to, given your casual confession over the dinner table? You’d said it so casually then, like a passing thought – while you’d used the word “giant” about the crush. It didn’t add up, he thought, as he once again turned to lie on the other side – he’s also coming to terms with the thought that maybe you did have a crush on him back then – and not Bakugou. Usually, when he can’t sleep due to racing thoughts, Candle would help distract him as he practiced mindfulness on petting her. But the traitor is currently in his bed, next to you, probably purring to the ends of Hell and back.

Shinsou’s painfully in love with you. He thinks he’s been in love with you since you sat down by his lunch table for the first time, millimeters away from touching his hands but restraining yourself to respect a stranger’s sphere as you complimented his nail polish – though it took several months more before he became aware of his own feelings towards you.

But they’d never left him, even as he and Kaminari were going out. They’d both agreed that if you or Sero ever turned out to be interested, they’d leave each other in a heartbeat, because those were who they both were truly interested in, agreeing that their relationship was based on comfort and security – though Shinsou knows now that the love he has for Kaminari is another truth as well.

His heart is beating out of his chest and his smartwatch has on several occasions offered breathing exercises in case the elevated heartrate is based on a panic attack. Just as he’s about to angrily kick the weighted blanket off of him to get a glass of milk, he hears a few thuds and a yelp from his bedroom.

He rushes to check if you’re alright, turning on the lights on the way and finds you sprawled out on his floor, Candle looking curiously at you from the edge of the bed.

“What happened?” and you laugh, you have the audacity to laugh, from your position on the floor while Shinsou’s looking panicked above you, “I thought I could reach my phone charger without having to get up,” you sheepishly admit and point towards the charger connected to the outlet by the dresser – a distance no one could reach from the bed.

He goes over to help you up with a groan, grabbing the charger on the way to you. “What are you doing awake right now anyways?” he asks as he lets go of your arm now that you’re settled on the bed, you chuckle, “what are you doing awake right now?”

“Who says I wasn’t sleeping but got woken up from your fall?”

“Please, your reaction was way too quick for someone asleep, even for Pro Hero standards,” you say with a glint and he pouts, sitting down next to you, “couldn’t sleep.”

You let an arm slide over his back in a soothing pattern before shuffling around to show that you want to lie down. Shinsou’s about to leave the room and let you sleep when you grab his arm and tuts at him for trying to leave, “wanna cuddle?” and he’s embarrassed by how eager he suddenly seems to be to join you.

You settle into the bed comfortably, Shinsou hoping you won’t notice how fast his heart is beating as your back is glued to his chest with how close you’re cuddling. He has to actively fight the urge to put his leg over you, he realizes and inwardly groan at himself. A content sigh leaves you when you’re done settling and there’re a few minutes of silence until you clear your throat and look behind you to get eye contact, though it proves harder than you thought, given your positions, “was it really true that you had a crush on me in high school?”

Shinsou sucks in a breath but keeps looking at you, his hand tightening around your waist, “no,” he decides and you sigh. You’re about to turn back around when he opens his mouth again, the volume way too loud for the non-existent distance between you right now, “I didn’t have a crush… because I was… or rather, I am, in fact, in love with you.”

Shinsou’s heart is breaking his ribcage right now with how hard it’s beating, he’s sure of it. You’re currently frozen in place, staring up at the ceiling, not moving a muscle. He’s about to apologize when you open your mouth, a sound resembling a squawk leaving you before you wet your lips and try again, “you’re in love with me? Like, right now?”

Shinsou can’t help but let out a pained wheeze at your reaction, trying to pull away from you. You roughly grab onto his arm to stop him from rolling away, “no no no mister, don’t weasel your way out of this. You’re in love with me?”

He hides his face in your nape, sucking in a breath, “stop teasing me, oh my God,” and you chuckle, almost sounding panicked and definitely sounding strained, “I’m not making fun of you, I swear. I just, I’m processing.”

He wants to ask what the hell there is to process before you laugh again, moving slightly in his grip, “you have no idea how much I want to kiss your stupid face right now but…” you wiggle a bit to showcase your predicament, “I cannot move, both due to this stupid fucking leg and becau-“

You’re interrupted by Shinsou leaning in over and above you, his soft lips on yours – you let out a grunt in surprise and groan into the kiss as he pulls away, breathless. He looks absolutely smitten with you until worry graces his features, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks hurriedly, suddenly fearing you might just’ve disliked kissing him as he looks back at your broken leg without seeing anything amiss, supporting himself with a hand on your thigh.

“I ruined our first kiss,” you whine as you’re finally able to lie on your back instead of on your side. He hides his face in the crook of your neck and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine when he breathes in your scent so openly, “oh my God I ruined our first kiss,” you say again as realization hits you, “I’ve been fantasizing about that stupid kiss since I was like, a child, and I ruined it by oinking like a Goddamn pig!”

Shinsou’s shaking above you, hand clenching and unclenching back on your waist and it takes you a second to realize that he’s holding back from laughing – though he’s definitely doing a shit job at it, gently leaving pecks on your neck and shoulder with a big smile you’re sure is both very handsome and very rude, “want to redo it?”

You whine again, “you still want to kiss me? After I oinked into your lips?” you ask in utter disbelief, your eyebrows almost touching your hairline with how high up you’re sporting them. He laughs again, this time out loud as he lifts his head to look at you.

You’re caught off-guard by the absolute lovestruck expression he’s wearing as he’s looking down at you, the smile down-right goofy, successfully shutting you up.

“Uh,” you let out and he leans in for another kiss. You stop him with a hand to his lips, “if we’re redoing the kiss anyway, I want some lip palm. I don’t want you to think my lips are dry. Do you have a chapstick somewhere?”

You’re about to try and slip free from his grip to get up from the bed but this time it’s Shinsou who’s whining, a pretty and choked out “please” leaving his lips and you freeze on the spot.

When you turn your head to look back at him, he uses every ounce of strength and speed he’s acquired through Pro Hero work to successfully slot his lips against yours, and you instantly relax in his hold, your arms winding around his neck. He pulls away – but only millimeters – and when your eyes drowsily open to look at him, you’re surprised to find that his are still closed before he leans back in for another, whimpering into your mouth when you connect.

The warmth from him bleeds into you through the places where you’re connected and it nearly swallows you whole – kissing him was like drowning and flying all at once, you catch yourself thinking before pushing into him with more force, desperate to get used to the feeling of having him like this.

You pull away for air and this time his eyes are open – though barely – and he’s looking back at you with unadulterated adoration, “I think we need to buy canned coffee tomorrow.”

You giggle as your hand travels from his neck, through his hair and to his cheek, where your thumb traces a few gentle circles, “yeah? We need to celebrate?” and he leans in for another kiss, this one quicker, before giving you a lopsided smile and rests his head on your chest, “definitely.”

i just want to take a quick second to thank you again for reading this, i hope it either resonated with you or gave you new insights <3333 this story means A LOT to me and it really means a lot that you took the time to read all 32k words! have a lovely day <333

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