Mezo Shoji x Male Reader - Pulled Away
Mezo Shoji (MHA) x Male !Traitor! Reader
Request: Could i please request mezo shoji with either a male or gn reader where the reader is super kind and soft and nice and whatnot but they turn out to be the ua traitor and they sell out deku (or another classmate) to the league? Idk i just want more shoji appreciating and content but I'm also craving some angst :'D
Content Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, unedited.
I think I’ll probably make a part 2 for this, as there is lots of room for more and the ending is open ended. So if you would like that or have any ideas for what part 2 could include, feel free to share <3
The tall buildings that stood on the grounds of U.A high school were quite crowded today- without any classes to keep students busy, the groups of teens resorted to sticking around the dorm rooms for a rare day of relaxation.
At the famous 1-A dorm, a familiar crowd of teens were gathered around the common room.
“C’monnn let’s go outside! The suns finally out-“ Kaminari whines, his head dangling over the couch. His legs were propped up against the back of the couch, just missing Sero’s head.
“No,” Mina says, shutting it down nonchalantly, “too much work this week- I’m tired.”
The conversation had been dragging out for probably 10 minutes, with only short intervals when one would get distracted- before Kaminari would catch another glimpse out the window and bring it right back to the start. Y/n shook his head with a small smile- the bickering was, of course, nothing knew. But that simply made it more comfortable.
Sun was leaking in through the windows, shining a spotlight onto random spots of the carpet. Y/n could feel something shift behind him, throwing a glance over his shoulder to where the large build of his boyfriend rested.
Shoji’s arms were together, like closed wings as he sunk deeper into the couch cushions- allowing Y/n to sink with him. Shoji already accepted that he was like a pillow in the relationship, Y/n leaning closer against his torso as if he could curl into a ball and sleep at any moment.
His arms were crossed, making him smaller to fit against his boyfriend better- and the faint chatter of their friends served as a sort of background noise.
Shoji caught Y/n staring, the latter seeing how his face turned pink at the edges of his mask. It pulled a bigger smile from him, and he leaned in closer to Shoji before tuning back into their friend’s conversation.
The group talked of the training they had just done the day before- an extensive, but classic, work of fighting against faux villains.
“I think I’ve gotta work on strengthening my arms once more- while using my legs has been helpful, I can’t rely on it forever.” Deku admits, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. Uraraka nods in agreement, looking down at his own hand thoughtfully.
“I’m just trying to see if I can aim the things I levitate, like- position them a certain way to attack, y’know?” She adds, looking up at the rest of the group.
“So, bordering on telekinesis?” Kaminari raises an eyebrow, and Uraraka flushes in embarrassment.
“Yeah, I guess that’s another way to put it…”
Y/n sends the girl a big smile, thumb rubbing across Shoji’s hand in his lap. “I think that would be cool- you should try it!”
The words make Uraraka brighten more, and she turns to face him. “Thank you, I appreciate that!”
Y/n simply nods, still smiling.
“Anytime..”
***
“So..?”
The gravely voice echoed through the bar’s walls- bouncing off the old bricks and ringing through Y/n’s ears.
In front of him Shigaraki stood, hunched over the wooden table with his head hanging down. The table was near empty, the blue-haired man’s shaky hands practically gripping the surface.
Y/n sat in a small wooden chair, hands clasped together in his lap. Shigaraki was looking at him expectantly, the eyes of the rest of the League boring into his figure through the shadows of the dark room.
He no longer felt the same relaxed feeling he had found in Shoji’s arms on the couch, just hours prior. Now that the sun had set, he remembered the dread that had filled him upon preparing for this meeting.
“Goodnight, guys!” He calls out, shutting the door to close himself into the room. The sound of their footsteps shuffling away slipped into the room, until he was sure they had left the hallway.
At the sound of the door clicking shut, his shoulders fell and he turned around as if his mind was suddenly drowsy.
The boy runs one hand down his face, closing his eyes for just a moment before looking back at the clock sat on his nightstand.
8:34 PM
With a small sigh, Y/n walks to his closet and rummages through the clothing, shuffling through hangers until grabbing the plain, black hoodie he’d reserved for these specific occasions. The simple fabric and low hanging hood did well of shadowing over his features- for if he were to be seen, all they would notice was the baggy clothing and hunched figure.
Pulling the hood over his head, he walked to the window- taking one last peak at the room he would be unable to return to until hours later. He longed to go to bed, to sleep and give into the slow dropping of his eyelids- but he couldn’t.
Letting the powers of his quirk lead him off the campus grounds, he was gone quicker than the robotic security guards could notice.
Y/n looked at his hands, running his thumb over the other fingers before looking up to meet the villains eyes.
“Earlier today in the dorms we somehow came to conversation of our various weaknesses, or faults…” Y/n started, earning the raise of an eyebrow from a now intrigued Shigaraki. “As you may have seen, Deku’s arms are weak- he’s still trying to rebuild strength in their use. He says he relies too heavily on the legs,” he trails off once more, “he is also distracted. He overthinks too much, find a way into his head and it’ll put him into a temporary sensory overload.”
A moment of silence follows behind, Shigaraki grinning like mad as he threw a glance at Kirogiri. “Keep that in mind…” he stated firmly, turning his twisted gaze back to the boy in front of him.
“L/n has done us good once more,” he walks around the table, stopping short by Y/n, “congratulations.” The words, his crackly voice making him shudder. He gives nothing more than a nod in response.
The blue haired man continues walking, but turns around again in front of a doorframe.
“You all know the drill- keep ya’ mouths shut, and come back again same time next week.” His grin is still visible, sticking out from under the stray hand clinging to his face. He turns around finally, stepping into the buildings shadows. “That’s when the plan will begin…”
***
For days on end, Y/n felt on edge. His shoulders were constantly up and tense, pushing into his neck uncomfortably. He knew of the plan Shigaraki had mentioned, he’d heard the conversations and even worse- he’d given information.
His conscience constantly nagged at him, only giving him a split second of laughter or smiles before pulling him right back into the suspense.
Even now as he sat, comforted by the presence of his boyfriend, he was scared. Because Y/n knew that not only will the plan lead to pain amongst his friends, but pain in the relationships he’d built. He couldn’t bear the thought of having to look Shoji in the eyes, the way he was looking at his figure now and instead of seeing that peaceful look- he would be seeing betrayal.
Shoji sat, back against the headboard and arms relaxed at his sides. There was a book laying open on his lap, and Y/n laid half on his side staring up at the white haired boy.
He looked so relaxed, something Y/n wanted to always see on his lovers face. But it would always follow with shame.
“This is who you’re turning against…”
Y/n closed his eyes shut.
“I don’t wanna do this shit anymore…”
Without thinking, his hand moved up and grabbed one of Shoji’s spare hands.
The touch caught the bigger boy’s attention, and even if the mask hid it, a small smile grew on his face.
From his eyes, he simply saw a tired Y/n with his face tucked into his arms. He found it cute, squeezing the boys hand softly.
“Tired?” He asked, glancing over from the pages of his book.
Y/n hummed out a response, because oh, his voice.
He gripped Shoji’s hand more tightly, eyes narrowed as they peak over his arm.
“It’s gonna be ok…” He thought, giving himself harsh reassurance to follow his face hardening.
“It’s all gonna be ok….”
And those words he repeated to himself, over and over again- until he felt isolated in his own bed, the skin on his back suddenly felt cold. The more he thought those words the more he longed to be in the warmth of his lover and partner- and so he crawled up, landing in Shoji’s lap.
The boy’s face flushed, pink peaking out of his mask, and Y/n felt himself being engulfed by the warmth of multiple arms.
His upper body was now completely covered by Shoji, his legs poking out and tangling in with the white haired boy’s legs as well.
Y/n could feel how is shoulders dropped ever so slightly, a trapped breath escaping.
“You know I love you, right?” He asked, voice tired and raspy.
Shoji, still flustered, nodded. “Yeah, I know… I love you too.” He says, resting his head against the top of Y/n’s.
But that was what worried him.
Because it might not be the case, for much longer.
***
The sound of yelling and clashes boomed through the large training arena.
Another fake setting had been set up, the scenery being a large park that eventually lead to large concrete buildings.
Y/n sat at one of the bleachers, next to his friends. Aizawa had paused the training, now in front of a sweaty group of teenagers as he explained something Y/n didn’t have the energy to listen to.
He used a spare rag to dab the sweat from his forehead, before taking sips from his water bottle.
Today was the day.
Y/n threw a glance over to his phone, checking the time.
1:27 PM
The same feeling of dread spread through his abdomen, squeezing at his stomach as he knew what was to come.
But it was too late. There was nothing more to do than sit and wait.
And so, just as Aizawa comes closer to the end of his lecture- the first round starts.
A large book echoes through the arena, alerting everyone. Yet still, no one gets a chance to move before the large, purple mist began to grow in the center of the “park.”
Shigaraki was the first to step out, followed closely by Dabi and Toga. Aizawa’s hands curled into fists, his yellow goggles now covering his eyes, his hair and scarf whirling around in makeshift wind.
By now most of the class was up on their feet, hero costume’s conveniently on as they too got into a fighting stance. Y/n felt himself try to stand up, tired legs stumbling a bit before he caught himself. But still, his arms stayed at his side.
Shigaraki stepped forward, causing everyone to tense. But, to their surprise, he raised his arms up in what seemed like false surrender.
“Oh, calm down, ‘heroes’, give a man a second to speak, will ya’?”
The sarcasm ticked Bakugou off, and in his usual fashion, attempted to launch himself at the villains. However something stopped him- his body freezing midair as if someone was holding him up. This shocked the whole class, eyes falling onto a new person- a new villain.
Y/n let out a shaky breath, recognizing the deep blue and purple outfit she wore.
Her hand was outstretched, aimed towards Bakugou. Y/n had the displeasure of knowing who she was- part of Shigaraki’s “master plan.”
With powers of telepathy and telekinetic abilities, she was the leagues way of “getting into” Deku’s head- just as Y/n had advised.
Well shit.
Soon more purple portals began appearing, one or two members emerging from each- until the whole class was surrounded.
Aizawa, not looking away from the villains, called back at the teens. “Stay back- do not attack yet.” He advised, and surprising enough, everyone listened. But their fists never lowered from their defensive places.
He narrowed his eyes at the woman, his eyes beginning to glow a bright red- but before he could erase her quirk, she dropped her hand. And with it- dropped Bakugou.
A loud ‘thud’ rang out, followed by a groan as Bakugou glared up at her. “Fucking psycho-“ he started, but Aizawa held a hand towards him.
The woman shrugged simply, a sly smirk on her face. “Sorry to steal your thunder, Erasurehead,” she stepped toward, “thought I’d make it easier for you.”
Shigaraki stepped up, now by her side. “I’d like to introduce you to the new member of the league.” He smirked, and Y/n felt he knew what was to come. He could only hope Shigaraki would keep his secret, keep his mouth shut so Y/n could continue this betrayal in silence. But, it seemed Shigaraki’s big ideas just excited him so much- the second they’re put into action, he must narrate it step by step, so his enemy knows just how they’re going down.
So, in other words, Y/n was screwed.
“We must do something!” Iida called out, fully prepared to rush forward into action. But Aizawa refused.
Deku stood in tense silence, thinking through plan after plan in a last minute effort to see a way out. Sweat dripped down his forehead- he felt stressed.
Y/n looked at him from the side of his eye- he could basically see the plans forming in his head.
“Oh no….”
The standoff continued, Deku mumbling to himself quietly, the group had grown used to it, Uraraka and Tsuyu putting themselves between him and the villains in hopes he would have a plan for them soon. Y/n almost cringed- he saw how the woman’s smirk grew bigger and bigger as she stared at the green haired boy.
Finally- he put the final pieces of the puzzle together, whispering something quick to Uraraka that Y/n couldn’t hear. In the matter of a few seconds, Uraraka was dashing towards the outer circle of their class- and Deku had launched himself into the air.
It was inevitable, what happened next.
Deku had reeled his leg back, a war cry erupting from his mouth as he grew closer and closer. But, just like Bakugou, he was stopped short.
Only this time, a thick, blue mist began floating across his eyes- the green irises appearing a more blue, or purple color. The entire arena could hear it this time, confused whispers erupting as millions of scattered thoughts and words fizzled in the air. Among them, Y/n heard split parts of Deku’s plan- words such as “trick” and “quirk” floating around only to be lapped over by random sentences.
His mind had been scrambled.
Just like he had told Shigaraki.
Another thud echoed around- and Kirishima let out a shout as Deku was forced to the ground.
“Get away from him!” Uraraka cried, watching as the woman who had yet to name herself walked to him. She kneeled to his level, grasping his hair at the back of his head.
“Sorry about that..” she grins, shoving his face into the ground- bloody nose staining his freckled skin.
Shigaraki was the next to step forward, clearly quite proud.
“Isn’t she lovely?” He practically smeared, only to get angry glares from the teens in front of him.
“What did you do?!”
“You bastard…”
The words bounced off him, no effect whatsoever.
“Oh, it wasn’t my idea…” Shigaraki starts, the hand clasping his face unable to hide the large, chapped smile that came from his lips. The words made Y/n’s heart drop- here it was.
The moment when he would lose all he’d ever learned to love.
“No…”
“Isn’t that right…”
Confused looks began replacing the angry ones.
“Shit…”
His gaze slowly filtered over to Y/n, a few of his classmates following in suit as they stared at the sweaty boy.
“…Y/n?”
.
The boy froze.
All around him he could feel the looks coming from his friends, boring into his skull. The exact thing he’d been fearing for weeks had finally happened- and he had no idea what to do.
His fists were clenched at his side, wide and panicked eyes staring into the ground. He knew that standing there, frozen like an idiot, was going to do nothing for him.
“What is he talking about?” Kirishima asked.
“Y/n? Are you the…” Sero didn’t even have to finish that sentence, everyone knew what he was getting at.
“Don’t. Look.”
Bakugou was next, demanding an answer. The League didn’t even have to make another move- just as planned, the heroes were falling apart.
“Answer us damn it!”
“Dude…”
“Oh my god…”
The words made Y/n’s fists clench tightly, breathing becoming ragged. His mind felt the way Deku’s had felt just minutes prior- too many words swirling around for him to pin one exact feeling.
“…Y/n?”
.
His name, now whispered from the lips of his lover, shut his mind down into silence. As soon as he heard it, the voice he longed to hear constantly, his head bolted up.
It took no longer than a split second to find the eyes of Shoji- and just as they did, he could feel his heart breaking.
The eye visible to him was so full of hurt, it made Y/n want to hurl. He didn’t want to be the reason for that look- he couldn’t be. He was supposed to be the reason for eyes full of love- full of joy. Eyes worth millions in beauty and admiration- not betrayal and…fear.
Y/n couldn’t talk, his throat had run dry.
He tried to step forward, his hand trying to reach for the white haired boy ahead- but a blur of black and grey stopped him, his glaring teacher now between him and what he wanted most.
“L/n.” Aizawa’s voice was strong and firm, and Y/n shakily stood up taller, for he knew he would shrink otherwise.
“I-“ before he could finally speak, the familiar purple mist began to swirl behind him- and Shigaraki’s hand reached out and pulled him in. He went from standing in front of his teacher to standing by Dabi and Toga, the latter grinning at him maniacally. He whipped his head around, seeing that his friends had followed the movement and now stood to stare at him from a different angle now. Yet still, through the crowd of familiar faces, he found Shoji’s first.
“Shoji..” he muttered, the tall and muscular boy looking at the ground, multiple fists clenched.
“Welp, looks like we’ve already done enough damage…” Shigaraki said in a raspy voice, his hunched body facing Y/n- but his face looking out on the class. “Step one is complete..” he continued, “can’t wait for step 2.”
With that, the portals grew once more- engulfing villains into its mist once more. A sense of panic filled Y/n- this might be his last, and only chance to explain. He took a step forward, reaching for Shoji.
“S-shoji!” He called, but Dabi grabbed his arm. The purple fog began surrounding him, but he continued to call out- his arm and face being the last to get captured.
Y/n called, over and over as his boyfriend finally looked up from the ground, watching with an indescribable look on his face. It felt like dread, panic, pain, and hesitance- stuffed into one. From the side of his body, one hand picked up just a bit, as if he too, was reaching out for his traitorous love.
“Please, I-“
“Shut up.” Dabi interrupted, with the same monotone voice as always. “Your boyfriend isn’t going anywhere.”
But that was the problem.
He was.
He was going away from Y/n, being pulled too far out for Y/n to grab back.
This was only step one. And he had already lost it all.
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Brother
Dabi x UaTraitor!gn!reader
Substitute big brother dabi, substitute little sibling reader
this is purely a platonic, brother-sibling relationship post (no i’m not using capitals i’m on my phone and too lazy :p)
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the bar roof. you spent a lot of time there, usually after you came back from that hellscape they call a school.
you’d come back to the bar, hair frizzy and eyes red, drop your bag near your usual stool, and head to your room to change. after that, nobody really knew where you went. maybe you spent the rest of your night in there. maybe you were studying or doing things to keep you from failing out of your classes.
but dabi knew better, as you’d soon find out.
today was…particularly difficult. a different kind of difficult. you were over bakugo’s stupid chastising. kaminari’s stupid pointedly backhanded flirting. kirishima’s never-ending annoyance, midoriya’s muttering and todoroki’s indifference. you were over these stupid people.
you’d had to purposefully strike out of your one-on-one battle today. you needed to stay inconspicuous. that part had already bothered you. but kaminari’s backhandedness afterwards? bakugo’s insults? that pushed you over.
kirishima said it was manly? what the hell was manly about throwing an easy fight to appear weak?
you kicked your legs a little, finding comfort in the feeling of nothingness below them. you sat on the back edge of the roof, right above your window. your legs dangled only a few feet above it.
you rubbed at your eyes. this hadn’t worked the last ten minutes, but you hoped maybe the crying would stop if you tried one more time.
“whatcha doin up here?”
you turned, sniffling. dabi. you turned back away.
“nothing, fuck off.”
dabi huffed, stalking over and taking a seat next to you. his legs dangled lower than yours, you noted. the ground was far. you wondered what would happen if you just pushed yourself a little. would he catch you? would he care? he and the rest of the league probably thought you weak now, anyways after seeing that fight. stupid.
“ok,” dabi wrapped his left arm around you, “what’s up kiddo?” he looked at you, but his gaze held only concern. not the usual quiet arrogance. “is this about the fight?”
you looked away again.
“ah. so it is.”
you were too ashamed to look at him any longer, so you took to staring into the dark space below your feet and your dim window. it was so far down. it seemed to never end.
“you threw the fight.” you looked back up at him. “we all know that. we thought it was bullshit, but shiggy insisted you needed to stay in the middle of the pack of somethin’ like that. we know you could have taken that guy, you know that, right?”
tonight you were still clad in that stupid uniform. you were too worked up to change out of it before sulking up to the roof. it was suffocating.
you looked away again.
“they probably gave you shit for it, right? those ua assholes? they’re not worth it, kid. they’re gonna go down just like the rest of this fucked society. that includes my dad,” he poked at your side, “and your brother.”
your brother. that one was a touchy subject. the scars on your back still ached some days and his mantra of “it’s for your own good” still rang in your ears. dabi knew a little about him, you knew a little about his dad. both heroes. both corrupted assholes.
“next time they fuck with you like that, just tell ‘em the truth.”
“and what would that be?” you cocked and eyebrow, tears finally drying.
“that you say one word to your real brother, and i’ll fuck em up good.”
you smiled, leaning against him. “thanks, d.”
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