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tired-teacher-blog · 6 months

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Characters : Tattoo artist Aizawa/ Florist fem reader

Featuring : Eri/ Hizashi Yamada/ Nemuri Kayama/ Oboro Shirakumo/ Emi Fukukado

Warnings and Genre : Fluff/ Romance/ Smut and Angst in future chapters/ Multi Chaptered Story

Summary : In a desperate attempt to get closer to the tattoo artist dominating every speck of your brain, you decide to pay him a visit one evening as a client seeking his service. This encounter will prove to be the beginning of something much bigger between you two, but will this new found passion be enough to stand against the difficulties your future holds?

Notes : Loosely inspired by this/ Art below is by the wonderful @/ael-draw who gifted me this gorgeous piece.

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Chapter Count : Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11

Mature content ahead so please be warned : 18+

How long has it been precisely? Can you truly tell?

Two months one week and six days..

Of course you can, how can you not? Those days have been your dearest and most treasured after all, and even now, you still cannot truly believe that he has welcomed you into his life and Eri's.

Your feelings for the both are growing each minute that passes, and you can no longer picture your life without either one of them.

You beam cheerfully as you look at your tattoo again, it's fully healed and looks stunning, you love it, even more so because he was the one inking it.

"Hello beautiful, I'm taking Eri over to Kayama's house now, she's excited but says she misses you. I'll see you in a bit."

Your smile widens as you read his message again, it's Saturday and you have agreed to spend the night at his place, and it is to be the first time ever that you do so.

You weren't exactly sure what it meant when he suggested it— and you still aren't, does he perhaps have something special in mind? He even insisted on sending Eri to Ms Kayama's house so you can be alone for the night.

You have never spoken about being intimate before, sure, you have kissed, held hands, hugged, cuddled, and that's about it, but something feels different this time.

Secretly, you wish your expectations are correct, you are ready to move forward in your relationship but never really had the courage to initiate anything beyond the usual, so maybe tonight.. who knows..

_ "Hi." he greets you with a grin as soon as you open the door, and you immediately jump in his arms with a cheerful squeal.

You miss him a lot, and even though you see him every evening when he comes to work, it's still not enough because you don't get to hold and kiss him like you wish you could.

_ "Hi." you sneak your arms around his neck and drag him closer for a kiss, your fingers are threading into his hair while his are resting on your hips.

His kisses are always soft and slow, melting you away and fogging up your brain, they are sweet and addictive, just like he is.

_ "So, ready to go?" his whispered words are ghosting over your neck while he nuzzles you there, and you breathe out a "yes" as a shiver runs through your whole body..

You have had dates in his house and yours before, and they've always been casual and fun, sometimes even Eri joins you when you and her insist on it, but tonight is not going to be like any other -you're sure of it- because not only are you going to be home alone with him, but you're also going to spend the night.

Your excitement and anticipation are surprisingly overpowering your nerves, you have a lot of expectations for what to come but what if you're just reading too much into it?

_ "I tried following the recipe to the letter so I hope it came out well," he chuckles nervously while pulling out a chair for you on the dinner table before joining you on the other side of it, "you should've seen Eri trying her hardest to help out, she wanted it to be tasty for you."

_ "She's so sweet," your heart swells up with joy while picturing them together in the kitchen, "it looks appetizing so I'm sure it tastes delicious."

You spend dinner time catching up on each other's news since you haven't been on a date for almost a week, messages and video calls don't count at all because they do nothing to quench your longing for him.

He's as gentle as ever, his voice, his gaze, his smile, his hand cradling yours from across the table, and just everything about this man.

However, you still wish for more of him but the longer time that passes, the further you feel from achieving that, so maybe he truly just invited you over to spend the night and that's that..

_ "Wanna watch a movie or something? I have a few options." he browses through the selection and hums while his eyes study the titles, but all you can focus on is his slender form in a simple white tank top and grey sweatpants, bringing to light the ink covering his buff arms and chest that you cannot repress the urge to run your fingers along them, and so you do.

He flinches at the sudden contact and you instantly retrieve your hand in shame, what were you thinking?

_ "I'm sorry I was just, admiring your tattoos." you try lightening the mood with a shy giggle, but his face remains stoic and your heart drops to your stomach with regret.

How long is he going to stare at you without saying a word?

_ "Aizawa, what's.." but your words are cut short as he pulls you flush against his chest, crashing your lips together without a warning and sneaking his hands under your shirt to squeeze your flesh between his fingers.

_ "It's Shouta." he sounds huskier than usual as he comments between hungry kisses, and you moan a response because that's the only thing you're capable of voicing.

Shouta.. as much as you wished to, you have never called him that before -not aloud anyway- because in your dreams, in your head, in your private time with yourself, he's always been just Shouta to you, and now he's asking you straightforwardly to use the name.

You want to say it out loud, to scream it, to whimper it, but his mouth is devouring yours still.

His body heat is flowing to yours and your eager hands are roaming his protruding pecs, digging your nails into his skin because you need the reassurance that what's happening right now is real.

_ "Shou.." you struggle against his lips and it's like a switch has been turned on in his brain, the growl he lets out afterwards weakens your legs, but he's there to pick you up in his arms and stumble to his bedroom hurriedly.

You have never been to his chamber before, never thought the day would come when you'll actually be, but your once unreachable wish is now a reality as he sinks you both on his plush mattress.

_ "Is this okay?" he whispers breathlessly against your abused lips, hovering over you while his eyes search your face for a permission to carry on.

_ "Yes, it's fine." your hands are on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quickening under your touch, but you still want more.

You're longing for his bare skin against yours, for his lips all over your body, for his fingers reaching your deepest depths, "Shouta, are we..?" you're still unused to using his name casually, but the thrill coming with it is euphoric.

_ "Only if you're comfortable with it." and he truly wishes you are, his lust for you is too obvious to miss.

You say nothing after that, but your hands answer him instead as they slowly start unbuttoning your cute lace blouse while your eyes are fixed on his eager expression.

It's a little flustering to be exposed to him, what would he think of you? Do you look pretty enough for him? What if he doesn't like what he sees? What if..

_ "You're beautiful." and his response to your unvoiced questions comes to pull you back to reality.

You smile sheepishly and welcome him back in your arms, tracing his neck and shoulders as he peppers kisses on your lips, cheeks, jawline, neck, until you start giggling uncontrollably.

He leans back to gaze at you, a gleam in his eyes as he rids you of the blouse still clinging to your body, grazing your sides and belly and licking his lips seductively before diving in to kiss you there.

_ "Sho.. Shouta." you arch off the bed seeking more of the mouth doing wonders to you, closing your eyes and biting down on your lip as his stubble scrapes against your skin.

_ "Yes, I'm right here." his voice is low and tantalizing, messing with your head and sending waves of warmth deep to your guts.

Your fingers move along his slender neck until they reach his hair, tugging it gently everytime he decides to nibble on your flesh. He's tormenting you, and your patience is running low already.

His lips travel upward, covering the expanse of your smooth skin and leaving a trail of saliva and goosebumps behind, to stop right at your breasts.

He looks up, dark irises searching yours for a sign of hesitation, but he finds none, only lidded eyes silently begging him to carry on, and so he does.

He quickly unhooks your bra and slides it off of you before tossing it away where your blouse is discarded.

He's staring, intently, and it's making you cautious about laying bare underneath him, "st.. stop looking at me like that." you whine frustratedly while shifting your gaze and bringing your arms up to hide yourself behind them, but he's faster than you are, grabbing your wrists and pinning them over your head.

_ "I'm sorry but, I can't help it." he leans in again, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his hands leave yours to caress down your body, exploring you slowly and thoroughly until finally cupping your breasts.

You shudder in suprise and let out a moan that he thirstily swallows, his hands are big, warm and gentle, fondling your mounds and circling his thumbs around your perked up nipples.

Your breath hitches at once when you feel his growing bulge nudging your thigh, and suddenly everything becomes real.

This is happening, it's no longer just in your head..

You buck your hips against his own unintentionally, and he lets out a muffled hiss as his lips leave yours.

_ "Wait, don't do that." he groans against your neck while squeezing his eyes shut.

What's happening? Did you do something wrong?

_ "I'm sorry Shouta, I'm.."

Good job ruining the mood.

_ "No, no that's not it," he interjects with a worried smile, "you're just so enticing that I don't think I'm able to handle anymore teasing."

You heave a sigh of relief hearing his words, here you thought he might've hated your impulsive advance when in reality he has enjoyed it a bit too much, and you find yourself tempted to do it again, just so you could relish his flustered expression once more.

_ "This makes me so happy.." you whisper a response as your nails rake his arms teasingly, peering at him through your lashes with an inviting gaze.

His lips ghost over your neck and collarbone, placing the softest kisses in their path until they reach your luscious plumpness, "you look delicious." and his brazen words travel through every vein in your body.

His tongue darts out to lick your sensitive nipples one at a time, humming pleasurably as he does, and the wild sensation he's casually providing you, clouds up your brain and messes with your sanity.

He nibbles on your flesh, relishing your cute trembles and sweet sounds of his name moving past your lips as he engulfs your swollen teats into his mouth and devours you hungrily. Growls of pleasure vibrate against your skin as they leave his throat, and greedy hands move lower and lower until they reach your pants to hastily unbutton and lower them to your knees.

_ "Take them off of me, Shouta.." you request breathlessly while writhing underneath him, you're strangely comfortable with every move he's making and wish to dive deeper into this sensation.

_ "You got it beautiful." he mumbles with a mouthful of your flesh, wasting no time to yank off the garment and leave you only in a pair of silk lavender panties that's elegantly wrapped around your most delicate parts.

A gush of cold air hits your skin as he releases your bud with a shameless pop to sit up and observe you, his dark eyes blaze with passion while taking in every single detail of your luscious curves and you suddenly miss the feeling of his mouth on you, arching your back in hopes of making it clear.

He chuckles heartily and places his warm hands on your sides, hooking his fingers in the hem of your undergarment teasingly before running a digit along your covered pussy.

You twitch under his touch and he groans at your reaction before diving in to peck you there, "relax, this is fine right?"

_ "Yeah, yeah it is." you squeeze your eyes shut and spread out your legs further for him to bury his face there, biting hard on your lip and grabbing onto the bedsheets as he grazes his teeth along your panties.

His tongue is hot and tantalizing, tormanting you through the thin fabric with slow wet licks and trails on your concealed crevice.

Your fingers leave the bedding and thread through his hair as he laps you up faster, soaking the frail garment and stimulating you more.

_ "Shouta, please.."

Has it ever crossed your mind that you might possibly be this intimate with the man? Well, perhaps, but only in your mind when you'd spend hours upon hours daydreaming about him, and even then, it has always felt embarrassing and awkward to have such indecent fantasies about him, but this, this isn't embarrassing nor is it awkward and you fail to understand why, but you love it, and that's all you know.

_ "Uhum, what is it? Tell me." he whispers gruffly.

What you want is more of him, what you need is his mouth directly against your folds, but you cannot possibly voice your desire.

He smirks with a feral look in his eyes, "I got it," swiftly sliding off your panties and throwing them away, "this is what you want right?" and he doesn't even wait for you to reply before planting soft kisses on your trembling thighs and placing them carefully on his shoulders, moving in slowly to lick the outlines of the puffy lips and finally push his way to your glistening slit.

The foreign sensation is driving you mad, being devoured by him has certainly been beyond your wildest dreams, yet here you are, his lips are pressed against your lower ones and his warm tongue is slowly moving between your fluttering hole and reddening clit, twisting and rolling deliciously along your slick folds.

_ " Shouta.. right there." the knot in your belly is tightening as he draws your puffy clit into his mouth, sucking it hungrily while his satisfied humms vibrate deep within you.

His grip on your thighs tenses as you start writhing and moaning beneath him, "I can't, I'm cumming, Shouta!" you cry out a warning and grab onto his hands while a wild shudder shakes you to the core, and he doesn't pull away, not yet, not until your pulsating cunt finally slows, and your tense body falls limp.

He gently lowers your legs and arises from between them, slick coated lips glistening and heavy eyes gleaming with animalistic desire while roaming your sprawled frame.

_ "How are you feeling?" his voice is low and gentle, and his thumbs are caressing your sides as he asks.

_ "I'm.. good.. so good." and your breathing is labored as you strive to keep your gaze on him through blurry eyes, the tingling sensation running throughout your body is unbearable and your thirst for him is yet to be quenched.

You want him out of his clothes already, to touch his bare skin and feel his warmth, and the little chuckle he lets out tells you he understands what's on your mind.

He swiftly lifts his shirt over his head and drops it to the ground, his raven hair falls around his face and the look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine.

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you reach out a shaky hand to run along his inked skin, and for a moment there you get lost in the beautiful details of the art adorning him, you see it all now, every last bit of it as nothing is concealing it away.

He grabs your wrist gently and kisses you there, right where he etched your red rose a few weeks ago, "I love this, it has brought you to my life."

_ "Shouta.." warmth is spreading throughout you whole, as the sincerity of his statement is filling your heart with joy, "me too, it's like a part of you is always with me."

You welcome him in your arms as he lays on top you, bare chests pressed together and eager lips devouring each other in a passionate liplock. You can feel his bulge, hard as a rock against your thigh, and your eagerness to have it buried deep within you is too great to contain.

You roll your hips faintly against him and swallow the surprised gasp he lets out, you can tell he's barely holding on to his sanity when he starts thrusting shallowly against you, but that's hardly enough..

He breaks the kiss to sit up again, parading the huge stiffness formed underneath the confinement of his pants, and running his fingers through his hair while observing your reaction.

This is torture that only he can end, and you actually beg him to, "please hurry Shouta, I can't wait any longer."

That's the only thing he needed to hear you utter before carefully lowering his sweatpants and boxers and freeing his raging cock, "me neither beautiful."

Your eyes widen and your breath gets caught in your throat as his veiny shaft bounces against his abdomen, he looks away as a faint blush dusts his cheeks and you find him almost.. cute, if not for the twitching length pointing to you.

You want to touch it, to guide it to your expectant pussy, but you do not possess the audacity to do so, settling for spreading your legs a bit wider instead.

He leans over to open his nightstand's drawer and rummage through it a bit before pulling out a pack of condoms, hastily taking one out and tossing the rest back.

Has he always had those or did he prepare them especially for tonight?

_ "I got these a couple of weeks ago for a night like this, but I was never going to pressure you into anything I promise." he smiles sweetly while answering your unvoiced question.

You know that though, you trust him wholeheartedly and are certain he would never force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with, "I'm glad you did Shouta, because I'm ready."

You observe fervently as he rolls on the rubber and gives himself a few pumps before aligning his length with your pulsating cunt, "brace yourself babe," he groans through clenched teeth before easing himself into you with a strangled "fuck" leaving his throat.

Your body tenses and eyes widen because of the inevitable twinge of the first intrusion, he's big, stretching you out and filling you to the brim, but he's also there for you, leaning in to kiss your forehead and guide your breathing while rubbing soothing circles on your sides, "I won't move yet, so don't worry."

You follow his instructions and take deep breaths, digging your nails in his shoulders to keep from whimpering. It's obviously hard for him to stay still but he's patiently waiting for you to give him permission to move, and the realization warms up your heart.

_ "I'm fine Shouta, you can move now." to be frank, it is a bit painful still, but your lust for him is even more aching.

He slowly pulls back to the tip and pushes in again just as slowly, his heavy breaths are tickling your face and his hands are squeezing your flesh to keep himself in check.

You cradle his cheeks and look deeply into his eyes with a dazed smile brightening your features, and the little chuckle he lets out swells your heart.

_ "What is it? Why are you smiling at me?" he teases playfully.

_ "I just, I want to ensure this is reality."

His eyes widen hearing your response, but soon, his expression softens once more and he captures your lips in a breathtaking kiss that messes with your brain.

He starts moving again, steadily and carefully, pushing in and out of your warmth as your kiss deepens, it's fiery and sensual, bringing shockwaves of pleasure to the tip of your belly.

His lips part from yours to lay hasty pecks on your cheeks and jawline before moving lower to latch onto your neck while his thrusts gradually quicken.

_ "Shouta, keep going please, just like that." the initial discomfort is finally gone and replaced with an arousing sensation, you shakily wrap your arms around him and whimper his name repeatedly as he bites on your collarbone and pushes faster and deeper.

Remnants of your first orgasm are already coaxing a second one to come, and his skillful plunges and tormenting kisses are driving you mad as your pussy squeezes around him.

_ "Ah fuck.. you feel so good inside that I won't be able to hold out much longer." he growls against your flesh as his thrusts become erratic and his fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of your buttocks.

_ "Me too! Shouta please! I'm cumming again!" you cry out through strangled whimpers and wrap your strained legs around his waist to bring him even closer.

It doesn't take much longer after that for you to wail his name over and over again until a splintering bliss ripples through your whole being, and you're left shuddering with mind blowing ecstacy.

He sits up at once, hips snapping against yours and pounding mercilessly into your pulsating walls as you ride out your orgasm, his eyes shine across the dimly lit room as he fills up his senses with the sight of you; spent body shimmering in a sheen of sweat and a deep flush, puffy lips mouthing his name repeatedly, disheveled hair strewn over the pillow, trembling fists grasping onto the bedsheets beneath you, and he loses his mind at that instance, low groans escaping his mouth as he thrusts one last time before his hips finally still, buried deep into your warmth as his pearly seeds fill up the condom.

You welcome him between your arms as he collapses on top of you, and you can feel his heart pounding against your chest while his hot breath tickles your cheek.

You're too exhausted to move a muscle, but cannot fight the smile appearing on your face, tonight was perfect, he is perfect.

He shifts a little to slip out of you with a groan leaving his throat and a gasp leaving yours, your walls are left empty, clenching around nothing as he peels off the rubber and tosses it in the trashcan nearby.

_ "Are you okay?" he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear.

_ "Yes, you were very gentle with me." your eyes are heavy and already closing as you reply.

_ "Well, you're my lady."

You yelp in surprise when he picks you up in his arms and gets out of bed, walking straight to the bathroom with you clutching on to his shoulders, "and now all I need you to do is relax and allow me to take care of everything." he requests with a smile while putting the toilet lid down and placing you gently atop it before turning on warm water to fill the tub.

_ "I'm all yours, Shouta."

To be continued..

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draco-asteria · 2 years

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Unwanted(?) - Erasermic x Insecure! Reader

You always felt like this. Unwanted. Unneeded. Completely useless. Your quirk, amphiptere, not only gave you the features & abilities of a snake, including replacing the majority of your legs with a snake tail but also gave you a pair of wings. You were quite a sight. Unfortunately, most times it was not in the best way. When you first met Eraserhead & Present Mic, they had rescued you from a bunch of people who were threatening you. When they consulted you, it ended up slipping that you were quite used to this. After that, you soon found yourself in their home, which now belonged to you as well. You have been nothing but thankful since, & had since harboured feelings for the pair. However, you had not dared to say anything about these feelings towards them, in fear they were not returned.

As thanks for helping you out, you had taken it upon yourself to become their “maid”. You cooked, cleaned, & repaired anything you could for them. On more than one occasion, you had also watched Eri for them. You loved that girl, your heart squeezing every time she smiled or laughed. They admired you quite a bit for this. But over time, you noticed something. They belonged… & you didn't. Everyone was fit, everyone had scars from epic battles, and everyone did something significant, but you didn't. At first, you wiped these feelings away, knowing that they had been through a lot, hence why they have the scars in the first place, but as the days went by, you longed to have those things happen to you as well. You longed to become a part of them, & one day, it took control.

It was far from the best of days, that was for certain. Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. There was simply too much to list. But, the worst came at the end of the day, when Aizawa & Hizashi returned home. They too must have had a rough day, because soon after they returned, the three of you broke out in a nasty fight. You couldn't remember the details; you were sure that the reason was insignificant, but it got to you. Both had mainly fought with you. You were the outsider. You were the anomaly. You were bad. So when the two returned to work the next day, you left.

You had only packed a simple bag. A couple of outfits, your overnight bag, your wallet & some water. Other than your phone & headphones, that's all you had. You hid your key on the property, after locking everything up. You took a bus outside the city as well, so there was no trail. By the time you calculated they would have noticed your absence, you would be far far away. You didn't want to burden them anymore. If you got far enough, they wouldn't be shamed by the media either, & if you did get caught by the police, well… you did leave on your terms. It was perfect. By now, you were hours away from their home. Middle of the night, middle of nowhere. You had found shelter in an abandoned building, setting up a small fire on its cold concrete floor. You curled yourself around the flame, using the end of your tail as a pillow, & wings as a blanket. You were sure that you had already picked up a tick or two. That was going to be an ass to deal with. You could probably find a river nearby to deal with them, though you'd have to wait till sunrise. Your eyes slowly closed, & your mind slowly drifted. God, you were a freak. Why did you ever exist in the first place?

…

As you woke, you didn't feel the fire anymore. No, there was something else keeping you warm. You liked it. You shifted around. Something was pressing against your back. You liked it. You heard a rhythmic thumping in your right ear. You liked it. You peered up to see a snoring black-haired man. You didn't like that. You shot up from your place, hearing a squeal from behind. You looked behind to see a head of long blond hair. You didn't like that. You yelped as you flicked your tail, tossing him back & off you. Suddenly a pair of arms shot out from behind you & clasped on your chest. Before you could even speak you felt a pair of lips on your shoulder. You couldn't help but freeze up. Yamada rose from the floor. “What was that for?” he asked, with his tone indicating he was pissed.

“I- I could ask you the same thing! How did you find me?” you questioned back. How could they have found you so easily? There was no way to find you in such a short amount of time. “You aren’t exactly subtle,” replied Shota, as he lifted one of your wings. He was just barely able to keep his eyes open. "Between your (f/c) wings & your (f/s) tail, you were easily identifiable. I’m surprised you made it that far though.” he mumbled into the crook of your neck, kissing it once again. You softly moaned when his lips made contact; you could never get used to something like that. Suddenly you felt a shifting in front of you. Zashi had climbed back onto the bed.

“Don’t do that ever again, little listener!” he whined. “We thought that somebody broke in & kidnapped you! Every minute that went by we thought that you were even closer to death! You scared the living daylights out of us! Why would you even do that y/n?” Mic asked. It was very evident how worried he was. Both men stood still, awaiting your response. You didn’t say anything, just looked down. Tears pricked your eyes. You didn’t know why either; they did nothing but love you & accept you, but you always thought otherwise. Your mentality forced you to believe in lies, & made the truth look like nothing but fantasy. Suddenly you felt another pair of arms around you. “Please… just don’t do that ever again. We don’t want to lose you…” Yamada whispered as he pulled himself closer. “We… we love you.” Your eyes widened at the statement. They… loved you? Like, love, loved you? Like wanting to be in a relationship with you, love? Like, want you to bear their children, love? Like-

“Ah!” you yelped as you were pulled down against Shota.

"Sho!" Zashi scolded, crawling back into his spot on your back. "You ruined the moment!"

"I want to go back to sleep. It's 4:30 am on a Sunday." He angrily whispered back before snuggling up with you. You couldn't help but giggle before snuggling up with him. You were wrong. You can be loved. You are loved. And you’ll never forget that ever again.

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Reacting to their S/O getting surgery (+ Eri & Kota)

A/N: The surgery can be anywhere you want (Hip, leg, back, stomach, arm, etc). With Kota and Eri, you can decide if you're related to eachother or not.

My masterlist is -> here

Tenya Iida:

He would visit you whenever he could while you were in the hospital.

Iida would spoil you with small gifts (flowers, plushie, etc).

If you had to miss school for a while, he would bring you school work you missed.

If you need help catching up he would help you.

After you got out of the hospital he checked up on you making sure you were eating the foods you were supposed to and make sure your hydrated.

Denki Kaminari:

Denki would try to visit you while you were in the hospital.

Even wanting to miss school just to see you.

But you insisted he go to school and not skip, which made him pout.

Brings comics and video games when he does visit.

Would bring you missing work.

Would apologise when he can't help you with the work he doesn't understand.

After you got back to school, he was excited to see you recovering well.

Eijiro Kirishima:

Kirishima would visit you 24/7 if he could.

Unfortunately he can't because of being a hero student.

So instead he would visit you after school.

He'd bring you things you like to do/read/watch to make you happy and to see you smile.

He loves seeing you smile, especially if he's the one who made you smile.

Kirishima would bring you the work you missed.

He would force Bakugo to come with him to help you catch up on work he didn't know how to do.

After you got out of the hospital, Kiri stood by you a lot to make sure you were fine.

A bit worried that you'd strain yourself.

Eri:

The little girl would be bugging Aizawa to go see you.

She looked up to you as an older sibling so of course she would be worried for you.

The first time this child heard you were having surgery, she hugged you asking if you will be alright while crying.

She brought Mirio and Izuku with her sometimes when she visited you.

Eri also brought you a stuffed animal as a get well present, saying they comfort her so now you have one as well.

This precious angel even wanted to spend the night with you sometimes but Aizawa said no to the idea.

Eri got a little sad but agreed.

After you are out of the hospital, she would be happy your doing better, getting you a caramel apple with a big smile.

Kota:

This kid will not admit it but he was worried for you.

He already lost his parents and didn't want to lose someone else.

When the surgery went good, he was relieved.

Kota tried to hold in his tears but failed at it.

He hugged you but admittedly let go if you said ow.

The times he visited you, he talked to you about everything going on.

One time he fell asleep beside you on the hospital bed while talking to you.

You held him, playing with his hair before falling asleep as well.

He slept good that night.

After you are out of the hospital he would be protective of you.

Even acting like he is the big brother of you (Which is ironic since he's younger).

Koji Koda:

Poor baby was so worried for you.

He'd visit right away, probably stay at the hospital during your surgery.

Koda's sweet mother would be with him as support.

She also worries for you since she sees you as a daughter.

Koda brings you his bunny as a support animal for you.

He is shy when with you but he truly cares for you a lot.

Tries his best to help you with things you need.

After your out of the hospital, Koda was gentle with you.

Watched you to make sure you were okay.

Fumikage Tokoyami:

Tokoyami would be at the hospital during your surgery or else he would be worrying about you.

The boy would be with you through it all.

Dark shadow would be with you too, happy to see you awake and well.

Tokoyami and Dark Shadow would both enjoy talking to you about things for hours. Or just enjoying your company.

Tokoyami would play his music and you both listen to it.

He'd bring things you love so you won't be bored. And if your up to it, your school work too.

This bird of darkness is very paitiant with you.

When you are no longer in the hospital, he watched you from afar and made sure you were being careful. (Then stopping you if he thought you were straining yourself.)

Shoto Todoroki:

Shoto would visit you when he could.

He already visits his mother Rei so he is the most calm in hospitals.

If his father doesn't like Shoto visiting you so often, he'd ignore Endeavor.

Not caring if his father was angry, he's gonna see his wonderful partner.

There are times when he doesn't visit since he is busy a lot.

Would stay in the hospital for hours just talking with you.

He'd bring his friends with him(with your consent first) to help you with school work you missed. You all being a study/catch up group together.

After your out, he'd watch you carefully.

He may not show it a lot, but he does worry your going to get hurt.

Katsuki Bakugo:

Visits you occasionally.

Would bring you food he cooked, saying it's "way better than shitty hospital food."

If you are limited to certain foods, he'd complain but make you food you can eat.

He'd help you with the work you missed, getting mad or complaining when you don't understand something.

He would be more gentle/softer with you when alone.

After you are out of the hospital, he would be protective of you more.

Protective boyfriend mode activated.

If you had surgery done to your stomach and jeans bothered you, he'd lend you his sweatpants.

Maybe a hoodie also.

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku would want to visit you all the time but between hero studies and All Might, he'd be caught up a lot.

Still managed to visit you.

Would write down notes about everything (limited foods if any, your condition, how the surgery went, what you can/can't do, etc).

Worried about you at first but calmed down after a while.

Help you with anything such as missed schoolwork and other things.

Like Shoto, Izuku would bring his friends with him.

He'd talk to you about his days and events that happened to him and stuff.

After you are out of the hospital, he would moniter your condition and how you feel.

Baby is in mother mode.

#anime #mha #bnha #my hero academia #tenya lida #denki kaminari #eijiro kirishima #eri #kota #mha eri #mha kota #koji koda #fumikage tokoyami #shoto torodoki #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya #x reader

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mha-quotes-and-such · 1 year

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I have some random headcannons for you!

Bakugou's sense of hearing and touch in his hands is a bit fried bc of his Quirk, but he'd be the last to admit it.

Kaminari's sense of touch also isn't that acute. Also sometimes his system messes up bc nerves run on electric charges. Sometimes his body moves without him telling it to or he just randomly starts feeling anxious or excited or sleepy.

Izuku gets cramps in his hand when he writes too much. When Uraraka sees him massaging his hand she'll ask if he wants her to write for him while he dictates and the answer is always yes.

Aoyama gets laser poisoning.

Bakugou calls Aoyama French Fry.

Once Shinsou got his Quirk, he started talking less and less until middle school. He spent the entire time never speaking to a soul unless absolutely necessary. He answered questions in class to avoid being noticed but otherwise he never spoke. Even at home. Even now he only talks when there's important information to impart. Tho sometimes Aizawa can get him to talk about his interests.

Also he's lying about it having to be a question. I can't count how many times in cannon he's ensnared people with statements.

Eri's family is her dad (Togata), her other dad (Aizawa), her dad's husband (Mic), her brother (Shinsou), and her uncle (Izuku). Izuku wants to know why he's her uncle and she says it's cause he takes care of her like the others and she loves him to death but he spends a lot less time with her than the others (bc hero work/school/friends) and therefore there's slightly less of a bond. Izuku promises to visit more.

Everybody thinks Kirishima and Bakugou are dating but they're not. If you ask Kirishima he will laugh and not give you a straight answer. If you ask Bakugou he will yell at you. Kirishima is cryptic for the express purpose of annoying Bakugou.

Shigaraki loves dogs.

Koda has lost his homework more than once because he left it in range of his rabbit. And other people's homework. And the occasional chair leg. His rabbit is a holy terror and Supreme Overlord Queen of Everything.

Ooo Ive never heard that for Kaminari before! I imagine hed probably have things like occasional numbness, “pins and needles” feelings, and have his hair stand on end too. I think its so cool when bodies can handle their quirks, but not enough where it completely negates all side effects

Uraraka writing for Deku is so cute, and you cant tell me she wouldnt start taking two sets of notes in class when she notices hes having some issues

The Shinsou angst… I wonder if he wouldve taken to having more online friends, or even learning a signed language so he could make friends with people who wouldnt immediately distrust him. I could also see him even texting his family as opposed to talking to them, as sad as that is

“My rabbit ate my and everyone elses homework” is probably the lamest excuse. He probably had to bring her into class and let her eat a sheet of paper to prove he wasnt lying!

#ask #not a quote #head canon appreciation day

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artificial-sleep · 5 months

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🎄🎅🎁 Xmas HCs ⛄🌡❄

Merry Christmas/happy holidays! Hope you're enjoying a restful day 😊💕

Here's a lil thread of some xmas-spirit fandom thoughts to read while drinking some coco 😌☕

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EraserMic ❤️💚❤️

EraserMic where Hizashi is getting ready for xmas eve dinner, listening to "Merry Christmas Baby" as he styles his hair.

CW// xmas fluff, a couple smooches 💋

He serenades the toothbrushes on the countertop, proudly belting out the lyrics "Gave me a diamond ring for Christmas, now I'm living in paradise!" even though they've been married for years.

Shouta watches fondly from the doorway, propped up with a small smile on his face as the whir of the blow dryer competes w the volume of the music.

Shouta decides to walk in and hook an arm around Hizashi to pull him in.

Hizashi yelps in surprise, the noise dissolving into chuckles as he looks at Shouta sweetly and caresses his cheek. "Was just saying how bad I wanted to 'hug and kiss you, baby,'" Hizashi says teasingly, pecking Shouta on the lips.

"Still thankful for that ring, huh?"

"Everyday," Hizashi replies sweetly, kissing him again.

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"Merry Christmas Baby" (the `Sheryl Crow version reigns supreme in my book... it's my favorite Christmas song!!)

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Dadzawa ft. Eri 💚❤️💚

I think that when Aizawa taught Eri about the holidays, he maybe left out a few key details about Santa. Because when he finds the letter she left for him, he can't help but chuckle.

CW// xmas fluff, Aizawa as Eri's caretaker

She's left it laid out for Santa on the coffee table in the living room and has since gone to bed for the night. Aizawa skims it again and again, reading to himself:

Dere santa,

Hi my naym is eri. I lik yer bag red is pretey. Du u lik crismus or halowin mor? Thenk u for tawking to me. I no ther ar a lot of kids.

eri

She drew little hearts and what looked like both candy canes and pumpkins around the margins, and Aizawa laughs that not even once did she mention a gift she would like.

Mirio spends the next day explaining to her in grandeur terms that Santa will give her anything and that's he magic and all she has to do is ask him for it, and she stares in awe and then considers it deeply before responding, "I like candy apples!"

Aizawa is sure she'll like the gift he got her just fine: a new hero costume, something small she can wear around school when he's in his.

He also got her some plushies. She tends to enjoy cuddling up when she goes to sleep, and he often finds her holding a pillow when he has to wake her.

Aizawa doesn't mind not explaining to Eri that Santa already knows her name because it saves him trouble in the future. Plus, the kid is too inquisitive and bright for her own good. He'll stick with Santa being her pinpal who leaves her a surprise gift or two every year.

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KamiJirou ❤️💚❤️

I just think that the one year Kyouka leaves wrapping presents to Denki that he loses his whole entire mind.

CW// xmas hc, KamiJirou w kiddos, frustrated packaging, quirk use...

Kyouka gets called in on xmas eve and Denki is like yeah yeah yeah I got everything. Don't worry babe. See you on xmas morning.

And he does have everything: the baking cookies for Santa, impromptu xmas music dance party while they're in the oven, watching a xmas movie, bedtime stories, and super fun red and green striped pajamas.

All is going great with the kids in bed by 9 until... packaging.

He's tearing the paper with his hands, misplacing the tape every 5 seconds, biting ribbon off the spool, and tearing his hair out to get it done.

He feels like he's been doing this all night, staring at the clock to see an hour has gone by, but there's still a massive stack to wrap. He's already wrapped... 4... 4! 4?? He huffs in frustration, throwing a remote control car aside as he grabs the next gift.

The doll is probably the worst one. It takes him 3 times as long to figure out the packaging than it does the other gifts, and when he sets it with the other stack of finished gifts, he's relieved. Until he finds later that the paper has torn???

He suppresses the urge to scream as he picks up the doll, electricity buzzing across his fingertips. He grabs more gift wrap, huffing exasperatedly, trying to patch it, but the doll's arm just pierces it again, and soon, before he can think about what he's doing, the paper crumples into ash as he zaps the toy with an electric current. The doll is fried, face a bit burnt and hair sticking straight up, and he grits his teeth in embarrassment, deciding maybe it's time to take a break.

He goes to "make sure" Santa has eaten his cookies with a glass of milk and then goes back to his room to reevaluate.

Just as soon as he's finished transferring wrapped gifts to underneath the tree, he hears a familiar voice behind him ask, "How's it going?"

He turns to see his wife smiling back at him, still wearing her hero gear and clearly just having walked in.

Kyouka laughs when she sees the doll.

"I kind of figured honestly," she teases, and Denki feigns outrage.

"I can't believe you think so little of me," he pouts, and she chuckles as she pulls out another doll from the top of their closet.

"I just had a feeling..." she says, taking the wrapping paper and packaging it in a quick two minutes.

"You're magic," Denki says in awe, and she laughs.

"Whatever... You're the one that pulled off Christmas Eve all by yourself. I think you're magic."

"I love you," Denki mutters against her lips, and she gives him a peck.

"Love you."

A/N: So basically "Toy Packaging" by Sara Groves

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KamiSero 💚❤️💚

SeroKami but ice skating!! ⛸

CW// fluffy xmas morning thoughts, basically a 🏳️‍🌈 Hallmark movie 🎄

I think that Kaminari goes skating every year, and now that he and Sero are dating, he invites him to come with.

Sero agrees without a second thought but acts bashful when the night comes.

They get some hot cocoa when they arrive, and Kaminari notices that Sero seems to look nervous, holding onto the cup tightly and darting his eyes to the ground nervously.

"Hey, you okay?" Kami asks him, and he chuckles a little.

"Y-yeah. For sure. Uh-"

He scratches the back of his neck, his face flushed, perhaps from the cold or otherwise, as he admits, "I just, uh- well, I don't actually know how to skate..." Kaminari smiles big at him, and Sero returns it as they both start to laugh.

"Oh! That's fine, babe. I mean, we definitely don't have to, but... I can teach you." Sero smiles big and nods at him, taking his hand as they go to rent skates.

He's unsteady when he steps on the ice, and the look of panic in his eyes when he steps onto the rink sends Kaminari into a giggling fit.

He holds him tight, but his wobbling just encourages Kaminari's chuckles until Sero's feet are sliding up from under him and sending him and Kaminari into a heap on the ice.

Kaminari is inconsolable, and Sero can't help but smile, even with the ache from hitting the ice so hard.

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Serroki ❤️💚❤️

Serroki where Hanta goes to The Todorokis' Christmas dinner

CW// Shouto getting overstimulated, cute boyfriends fluff

They haven't been dating for long, and this is their first Christmas being together, but Shouto asks him to come because Christmas dinner always proves to be difficult in his family, and he'd feel better having Hanta there with him.

Hanta knows how short Shouto's social battery is, particularly around his family, so he's prepared when midway through their meal, Natsuo starts to argue with their father and Shouto stands up abruptly and shuffles out of the room without a word.

He had been attuned to the way Shouto had been fidgeting with his fingers, drumming them against the top of his thigh before his eyes went vacant altogether for awhile, tuning it all out.

Then he was gone, and Hanta excused himself politely soon after to find him.

It didn't take long. Just down the hall was a coat closet beneath the stairs where he found Shouto nuzzled beside some boxes and totes, cradling his knees.

Hanta just smiled and sat down beside him, leaving a few inches of space between them as he pulled out his phone.

He sent him a request to play an iMessage game, and Shouto accepted it without looking up, playing a round of Connect 4 as Hanta listened for Shouto's breathing to level.

After a couple more games, Shouto had leaned into Hanta, allowing him to cradle him closely, placing kisses on his cheek.

They passed a chunk of the evening there in careful silence, and the family hardly noticed they had gone when they finally slipped back to the living room after Shouto had calmed down.

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That's it! Hope you liked it!!

#erasermic #kamijirou #kamisero #seroroki #dadzawa #my hero academia christmas #christmas headcannons #merry christmas #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #fluff

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pwnyta · 2 months

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Its impressive... Horikoshi really made little miss Deus Ex Machina even LESS narratively satisfying then I could have ever imagined. Both with Mirio AND now Deku....

TBF Its on me thinking it was kinda interesting that Deku lost his arms in Shiga-world and that for some reason translating to it happening outside too, I was curious how the fuck that happened but luckily we didnt have to dwell on that because Eri comes in and rips her horn off for some reason...

Wasnt the Quirk destroying bullets made from her blood... It says on the wiki it was her 'biological material' so maybe I assumed it was her blood... but like?? Why she have to rip her horn off? Aizawa (great to see you again btw im sorry Hori didnt think spending some more time with you would be beneficial for some reason but GREAT TO SEE YA BUD) BUT WTF DID YOU TELL ERI TO MAKE HER RIP HER HORN OFF!? Also lmao Ectoplam being put on babysitting duty is fucking NUTS. What do YOU MEAN?! Also he helped a little girl chop her horn off.... work. IDK if he was the best choice for this for various reasons....

ANYWAYS... Eri being like 'My horn is part of me and since you told me how my Quirk works... this should help' So like... you have hair ya know... A lot of it. You probably coulda/shoulda started with that... especially since it woulda been like... a callback to Deku eating All Mights hair to start the series off ya know?

BUT WHATEVER

CUZ IT WOULDA RUINED THE TENSION AIZAWA-SAN PLEASE.

For at least All Might... but Bakugo was dead for like a straight up year IRL... and honestly I would have accepted Eris quirk more than the actual hilarious nonsensical bullshit that happened. Which to remind everyone...

[An origami ninja folded himself up so small and wrapped/sewed himself around Bakugos ripped apart heart while a man who creates denim threads sewed it back together... neither of these men are surgeons but its fine because all that didnt save Bakugo he actually used his explosive Quirk to restart his OWN heart somehow...

Am I getting all that right? Its been a hot minute.

A hot ridiculous minute....]

All Might coulda been interesting though. And Hori somehow rarely disappoints when All Might is involved (accept AFO randomly having a quirk that completely undoes Stains Quirks ability. That was bullshit. He had a Quirk for that but not one for the rewind? OK... W/E. AFO is so disappointing.)

Hori letting Bakugo be dead for an IRL year completely killing the tension of the scene then reviving him in the most bull-shittest way I never could have imagined 🤝 Deku losing his arms in a somewhat interesting way only to get them back like a chapter later via some bullshit way via Eris horn I never could have imagined.

Also I didnt say it before but Ojiro, Sato, and Sero being shoved into this is so fucking funny. Hori really said 'Oh shit I forgot about these three... gotta pretend theyre useful somehow'

Love that.

Love my boys. Good for them LMAO.

#BNHA ranting.

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I Don't Say What's On My Mind Quite As Much As You'd Like Me To

Part five of my mini-fic series is here! @julybreakbingo

Bingo Prompt: “You should be with someone that respects you.” Fandom: My Hero Academia Ships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Content Warning: Explicit Language Tags: Shinsou Hitoshi is an Insomniac, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Adopted Eri, Married Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi, Class 1-A, Established Relationships, Shinsou Hitoshi replaces Mineta Minoru, Shinsou Hitoshi has Social Anxiety, Kaminari Denki has ADHD, Pansexual Kaminari Denki, Bisexual Jirou Kyouka, Gay Shinsou Hitoshi, Late Night Conversations, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Stargazing, Latino Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is a good friend. Side Note: This is cross-platformed on AO3. What? Two posts within a few days of each other? Shocker. Anyway, welcome (or welcome back), here's part five! I hope you all enjoy <3 P.S: Also, translation for Sero: "Aye, date un respiro, hombre." = "Aye, take a break, man." "Ok, guapo." = "Ok, handsome." I apologize if those aren't the correct translations, I used Google Translate for Sero's spanish.

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Summary: “... You should be with someone that respects you, Kaminari, not someone who’s gonna make you question if what you said or did was wrong or make you feel like shit for something you can’t help.”

“Like who?”

Me.

Hitoshi has officially been in Class 1-A for a full month now.

For the most part, everything was just about the same as before he was transferred into the Hero Course, with the addition of training and his new acquaintances (not friends, not yet). He still had his normal classes like English and Mathematics, but now he also has the addition of Heroics with All Might and afternoon training in Gym Gemma. He’s gotten better at changing the pitch of his voice changer at a faster speed mid fight. He’s even succeeded in capturing Bakugou mid-fight, and that in itself is a win considering how tough of an opponent he can be.

And he no longer stays in his room, sure there are days where he separates himself from his class to recharge his social battery, but he finds himself joining everyone downstairs more often than not, especially if Kaminari is around.

Speaking of, he supposed that he has him to thank for that little change.

He still finds being around his classmates for longer than a few hours after classes have ended to be a pain, but he finds it more bearable when Kaminari is around. Maybe it’s because the blond knows how to steer a conversation, forcing the attention onto him rather than the insomniac. Either way, it helps him feel more comfortable when there’s more than just the two of them in the room.

He still wouldn’t admit it out loud if you confronted him, but he actually enjoys Kaminari’s company. More than he thought he would. Ever since that one Sunday night a few weeks back, he finds himself wanting to be around Kaminari more.

A part of him doesn’t like it, mostly because it’s weird to have a friend who doesn’t make comments about his Quirk and doesn’t imply all of the villainous acts he could do with it, it’s new. But that’s also why he does like it. Kaminari isn’t like everyone else.

And he likes to think that because they’ve been hanging out so much, and that Hitoshi actually enjoys his company, that he has gotten to know the blond well enough to know when something is wrong.

Like now, for instance.

Everyone in the class could sense that something was off with Kaminari and Jirou’s dynamic. Though the dark-haired girl wasn’t affectionate like her counterpart, she did joke around with Kaminari, even though some of the jokes she made something in Hitoshi’s stomach churn. And Kaminari knows she doesn’t like public displays of affection, so he finds other ways to swoon her during class; little gifts like snacks would find their way onto the corner of her desk at random hours of the day, an extra pen in case she forgot hers, offering to carry her bag when going to their next class, stuff like that.

But for the past couple of days, there has been none of that. They wouldn’t even look at each other for more than a few seconds.

Everyone knows something happened, they were all at the ramen shop last Friday, they all saw her storm out with Momo trailing after her, eventually watching Kaminari follow after them both. Hitoshi saw the concern and worry on Kaminari’s face that night, but mostly an expression of pure confusion.

But it was Sunday morning that he knew something went wrong between them.

Hitoshi had spent Saturday night at the family apartment on campus for diner, he and Eri had stayed up until it was close to midnight watching movies before Shouta had shooed them off to bed for the night, Hitoshi found it a bit hypocritical how he shooed them off to bed only to stay up to grade papers until Hizashi had come down to collect him.

The next morning, Hitoshi had made his way to the kitchen, following the smell of freshly cooked bacon. He knew his Dad wouldn’t be there, he hosted tutoring sessions in the mornings on the weekends, and knew that if he wasn’t in the kitchen, that he was at the school for one of his tutoring sessions.

Half way through breakfast, his Pops spoke up.

“Are you heading back to the dorms soon?” Hizashi asked, making Hitoshi look up from his plate.

The purple-haired teen nodded, “Yeah, probably once we’re done eating. I left my homework at my dorm, and I need to see if Midoriya will let me borrow his notes again.”

“Can you do me a favor and take your father his lunch, please?”

“Won’t he be done by lunch?” Hitoshi asked.

Hizashi reaches over to pick up his glass, “Yeah, he’ll be done tutoring by then, but he has a meeting with a detective for a case. You know he won’t take care of himself if I don’t send him something to eat.”

So that’s how he found himself wandering the halls of the main school building until he reached his father’s classroom, a bento box in one hand, and his phone in the other while he looked at the news.

“Another sighting of the villain known at Dabi has been spotted down at the port last night, our sources tell us that he as well as the League of Villains are connected to the recent explosion in downtown Tokyo. Police are still refusing to make any statements, but are continuing their investigation–”

Hitoshi had shut off his screen, deciding that it was best to not read any more of that article.

For all of his hopes to follow in his parents’ footsteps, there were days where he wished that they weren’t in the Hero business, especially when he reads news like that. What the hell would they be in Tokyo for anyway?

Hitoshi had stopped outside his father’s classroom, raising a hand to knock when he heard two voices from the otherside.

“It’s B.”

“It’s A.” He hears his father correct.

There is a grumble from the otherside. “This is hopeless…”

A pause, followed by the sound of footsteps. “It may not seem like much, but you have improved since last weekend.” Hitoshi hears a scoff. “... Are you alright?”

“What do you mean?”

“To put it lightly? You look like shit, kid.” Hitoshi smirked at that.

He hears a laugh. He recognizes that laugh, and he smiles at the sound without realizing it. “It’s nothing to worry about.” A pause, followed by a sigh. “Really, Sensei, I’m fine. I just…” He hears him trail off. He sounded tired. “Why numbers? I understand letters like the back of my hand, but numbers? What maniac came to the conclusion that math was a necessity? Who?”

Hitoshi knocks, “Dad?” he calls out, sliding the door open. He’s met with the sight of Kaminari hunched over his desk, and his father leaning back against the podium. He stops and examines Kaminari.

Kaminari did look like shit.

Normally, the blond greets him with a smile, a grin, a fucking smirk, his lips would be turned upwards no matter what. But he was met with a frown instead.

Hitoshi clears his throat, tearing his eyes away and holds up the bento. “Pops asked me to bring you lunch. And to remind you to take your meds.”

“Of course he did.” Shouta pushes off from the podium, hiding the small smile creeping its way onto his face with his scarf. “Thank you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Kaminari looking at him, but when he goes to return the look, the blond looks away.

Weird.

That night, Hitoshi texts Kaminari first.

I’m hopping on mc, you joining?

He was met with the thumbs-down emoji, followed by; can’t. homework.

This makes Hitoshi frown. Kaminari normally sends him a paragraph for a reply. Are you okay?

Three dots. i’m fine. He didn’t even capitalize the I. Before Hitoshi could think of a response, Kaminari adds, i’ll text you later. The purple-haired teen stared at his phone for a moment, reading over Kaminari’s responses before he eventually shuts off his screen and goes to log onto Minecraft, expecting that follow up he was promised.

But that follow up never came. And it doesn’t for a few days.

From an outside perspective, Kaminari probably seems like his normal self. Cracking jokes, poking fun with his classmates, holding conversations with Sero and Mina over the most random of subjects that have zero context or meaning. Kaminari did seem fine.

Hitoshi knew he wasn’t. From his perspective, Kaminari was mimicking him and his sleep schedule, as the blond seemed exhausted, quieter in the past week alone. And he wondered if the rest of his friend’s squad had noticed too (he says “his friend’s” as he doesn’t see himself as a part of their group yet), and just hasn’t said anything.

Hitoshi sees the way he’s sluggish during training, how his response time is off by a few seconds. And he’s definitely noticed the way he avoids Jirou at all costs, and the looks Jirou gives him in return. Speaking of the earjack hero in training, he noticed how she has simmered down in the past week, the daggers in her eyes were more like dull blades used for show now.

It all comes to a head Thursday morning.

Hitoshi had walked into class, rubbing away the remaining sleep from his eyes. As usual, he walks into the endless chatter of his classmates, some still waking themselves to pay attention to today’s lesson plan, others engaging in conversations that either have zero meaning behind it or are discussing homework or something along those lines.

As he sits down, he looks to his right and sees the hyperactive blond being not so hyperactive. Kaminari had his arms folded across his desk and was currently resting his forehead on top of his folded arms, he looked as though he was half-way to being asleep.

Hitoshi thought about reaching over, giving him a shake and asking to see if he was okay. But he already knows that he’s not okay, he hasn’t been okay for the past week, ever since that night in the ramen shop. What good would asking him do if he already knew the answer?

“Hey, Ji. How are you holding up?”

Behind him, he hears Hagakure. Casting Kaminari a subtle but concerned look, he peaks over his shoulder to see the invisible girl talking to Jirou.

Now that he’s giving her a good look over, she was almost as bad as Kaminari, but her eyes weren’t as puffy as his. The girl shrugs, “I’m fine.”

Hitoshi almost scoffs. Why does everyone keep saying that when they clearly aren’t fine?

If he could see the invisible girl’s face, he would probably see a frown. “Have you spoken to him since the break up?”

Hitoshi snaps his head forward, eyes wide in shock. “No… We decided to give each other some space for a bit.” He hears Jirou say. He looks over to his right, seeing Kaminari peeking over his arms, eyes trained on the back of Ojiro’s chair. Did he hear them too?

Apparently the whole class heard.

“Wait what?” Uraraka spoke up, Hitoshi looked and saw her looking directly at the girls. “You and Kaminari broke up?” Looking past the three of them, he could see Momo staring at them blankly, like she was already expecting this reaction. She already knew.

But Uraraka’s question stirred up the entire class.

“What? Kami, why didn’t you say anything?” Mina frowned at the electric blond, who only shrugged in response and buried his head further into his arms.

Bakugou’s frown (one that is practically tattooed on his face) deepened, and reached back and across to poke at Kaminari. “Oi,” He was quiet. “Pikachu?”

“I’m fine.” They hear him mutter. Behind them, most of the class was asking Jirou the questions. Only those from their group (minus Jirou, obviously) were checking in on Kaminari.

The commotion hadn’t died down when Shouta had walked into the classroom. Even Iida hadn’t bothered telling everyone to get to their seats when he noticed the teacher walking in.

For that half an hour, the classroom was tense. If Hitoshi was paying attention to his dad, he would have seen him casting a questioning look in his direction. But Hitoshi didn’t pay attention, he kept his attention on Kaminari instead.

Throughout the entire day, Hitoshi noticed how Kaminari seemed distant from everyone. The blond kept his head down during classes, and he hadn’t even shown up for lunch, Bakugou had to go and drag him into the cafeteria just to make sure he ate.

In between classes, Kaminari would walk with a notebook and pen in his hand, scribbling things down. Hitoshi had peaked over his shoulder out of curiosity and saw that it was one of his extra assignments. He’s worse than Midoriya. And the green-haired boy would be switching between three assignments while maintaining a conversation with Todoroki in between his unnatural muttering.

“Aye, date un respiro, hombre.” Sero clasps a hand on the blond’s shoulder, slightly shaking him from his thoughts before switching back to Japanese. “Seriously, don’t stress yourself. We’re doing a study group at Bakugou’s tonight so just join us.”

Kaminari looked as though he was giving it some thought before shaking his head. “No, it’s fine. I kind of want to get it done before Ectoplasm’s class.”

I don’t want to be around people, right now. Was what Hitoshi heard. He’s well rehearsed in avoiding people, and that was the oldest line in the book. And judging by the look Sero was giving him, he didn’t believe him either.

Sero gives him a small smile, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “Ok, guapo. If you change your mind, we’ll be in Bakugou’s room until seven.”

Kaminari nods before speeding away from the black-haired teen. Sero frowned as he watched him walk away, and so did Hitoshi.

When afternoon training came, Kaminari had been excused from the class and was given a permission slip to head back to the dorms early. He knew his father noticed Kaminari’s exhaustion, he was practically mimicking Hitoshi even if he didn’t mean to.

So during practice, Hitoshi was paired with Bakugou, who he quickly learned was hard of hearing due to his Quirk. About halfway through the round, Hitoshi had to switch to sign-language (something he had picked up for his Pops, who also was hard of hearing as a result of his Quirk), which took the angry teen by surprise.

Hiding around the corner to avoid Tokoyami and Dark Shadow, the two of them had a silent conversation.

“Which should we go after first?” Hitoshi signed, ignoring the wide-eyed look on Bakugou’s face.

“Since when can you fucking sign?” Bakugou asked.

Hitoshi shrugged. “Does it matter?”

Bakugou didn't reply right away, instead, he grabbed Hitoshi by the wrist and moved them until they were higher up with an advantage. Hitoshi felt a tap on his shoulder, he looked over in time to make out Bakugou’s question. “Have you spoken to Pikachu today?”

With furrowed brows, Hitoshi looked between Bakugou and Tokoyami below them. “No. Have you?” He was met with a shake of the head. “How long were they together?”

“A couple of months. Not sure what happened though.” Bakugou pauses. “... Don’t say anything, but I’m glad they broke up.”

“Why?”

Bakugou scoffs. “Because they don’t work well as a couple.” He replies. “You should talk to him.”

Before Hitoshi could question him further, acid was sprayed in their direction.

Unfortunately for Tokoyami and Mina, they had fallen for Hitoshi’s voice changer, and were deemed subdued, leaving him and Bakugou as the winner of this training match.

Mina was pouting all the way back to the entrance of Ground Beta. “No fair, how we’re we supposed to tell if that was you or one of us?” She questioned.

But Hitoshi hadn’t been paying attention to the pink-haired girl, so Bakugou responded for him, “That was the point, Racoon Eyes.” The angry teen rolled his eyes. “You guys aren’t meant to know if it’s him or not. That’s what makes him fucking better.”

Mina stopped, mouth gaping at Bakugou. “Did… Did you just compliment someone that wasn’t you or Kiri?”

“Go to hell!” Bakugou sped up, but not before the rush of red colored his cheeks. Mina kept up her teasing while they made their way back.

Hitoshi didn’t speak up again until they were in the locker room. Their match was the last one for the day, and as a result, they were the last ones in the locker room. Tokoyami left first, Dark Shadow peeking out to say goodbye before leaving them alone.

As Hitoshi pulled his shirt down over his head, he looked in Bakugou’s direction, watching as he reached for a pair of hearing aids. Once his shirt was one, he started signing again.

“I thought you got your hearing back when you were talking to Mina?”

Bakugou shook his head. “I can read lips, as long as they’re not moving too fast.”

Hitoshi nods, and waits for Bakugou to put in his hearing aids before he speaks. “What did you mean earlier?” Bakugou gives him a questioning look. “About Kaminari and Jirou not working as a couple.”

“Tsk.” The blond reaches for his bag, pulling the strap onto his shoulder. “Ears had a tendency to take her shitty jokes too far. Pikachu may seem laid back and doesn’t fucking care about what people say about him, but he does.”

“Why didn’t-”

“-He fucking say anything?”

“Or any of you?”

Bakugou shrugs, “We’ve tried. She came into our group not too long after they started dating, so we had a little more time to know what was okay to joke about and what he didn’t want us to talk about. But whenever one of us would try to fucking correct her, Pikachu would shrug it off, saying that it was a shitty joke.” He explained.

“Why me?” Confused, Hitoshi asked, “You said that I should talk to him, but shouldn’t one of you do that? You’ve known him longer.”

“That’s why it should be you.” Still clearly confused, Bakugou sighed and continued. “He has a tendency to fucking brush shit off, if one of us tried to talk to him, he’d fucking plaster a smile on his face and throw a joke or two. He won’t fucking talk.”

“That doesn’t explain why I should be the one to talk to him. What good could I do if the people he’s known longer can’t get him to open up.”

“Damn, you really are dense.” Bakugou mutters, shaking his head. “It’s different with you. ‘No clue why, but he’s taken a fucking liking to you. He’ll talk to you. I know it.”

When they had gotten back to the dorms, there was no sign of the electric blond. When Bakugou had asked (to know how much to cook for dinner), Kirishima had told them that he was still in his room. Hitoshi confirms this when walking into his room, hearing the sound of music coming through the door across the hall.

The music stays on until it gets closer to midnight, 11:43 shining in red LED tells him the time. Hitoshi had finished his homework a while ago, and he was back on his Switch playing Mario Kart, trying to beat his best speed when he heard the music cut off abruptly.

The teen looks up from the device and looks toward his door. He waits, expecting the music to come back on with a change in song, but the noise never comes.

“What good could I do if the people he’s known longer can’t get him to open up.” “He’ll talk to you. I know it.” Just what the hell did he mean by that?

Out of curiosity, Hitoshi disregards his Switch and reaches for his phone, unlocking it and opening his chat with the blond.

What are we listening to tonight?

Instead of seeing the three dots dancing at the bottom of the screen, he sees the grayed-out check mark underneath his message turn green, indicating that it had been seen. But he receives no response.

Hitoshi frowns, laying on his back as he stares at the screen, still expecting those three dots to appear at any moment.

So Hitoshi starts typing again. Any chance I can make a request? We could be the dorm’s personal radio show. He jokes. But the only indication that Kaminari has seen his text is that green checkmark underneath his message.

He sighs, shutting off his screen. Clearly Kaminari didn’t want to talk. Then again, he could have not even been looking at his phone, he could just have their chat open and that’s why they were being marked as read.

No, that’s a stupid explanation. Besides, if their messages were open, that would mean Kaminari was planning on texting him back, so why hasn’t he? “What good could I do if the people he’s known longer can’t get him to open up.” “He’ll talk to you. I know it.”

He opens his eyes to the sound of his phone ringing. When did he even close them?

Hitoshi raises his phone, eyes widening slightly when he sees Kaminari’s name on his screen. Without thinking, he immediately swipes his thumb right to answer. “Hey-”

“Step into the hallway.” Hitoshi almost drops his phone from how rough Kaminari sounded.

Curiously (and more so out of concern), he does as told. Swinging open his door and stepping out, frowning at the sight of an empty hallway. “Where are you?”

“Across from Iida’s room.” Kaminari tells him, Hitoshi walks until he’s standing in front of Iida’s room, and across from his door is an open window.

The purple-haired teen hangs up and immediately climbs through it, leading him to the roof that connects both wings of Height Alliance. His feet (thankfully covered by the fluffy socks that Eri had picked out for him at the mall) hit the asphalt, and ahead of him, Kaminari is lowering his phone from his ear.

The blond was laying on his back, his knees drawn up as he looked up at the sky. Tonight, the skies were clear, the school was high enough away from the rest of the city that looking up from here, they could see stars shining brightly.

Hitoshi is hesitant to move at first, unsure as to why Kaminari was out here, let alone inviting him out here with him. But he finds himself moving toward him anyway, eventually sitting down next to the other teen, drawing up his knees to rest his arms on.

Neither of them say anything at first. But neither of them seemed to mind the silence, it was a comfortable silence that greeted them, aside from the sound of crickets that echoed in the grass below, and the familiar commotion of their classmates getting ready for bed (unless you were Bakugou, then you were already asleep).

“Did you know that electricity has a sound?” Hitoshi looks behind him, looking down at Kaminari, who hadn’t looked to meet his gaze. “Most people don’t even notice that there’s a sound until it’s been cut off. It’s quiet, barely noticeable in general. But when the power cuts off, you can hear the silence. It’s kind of nerve racking.” Kaminari explains.

“Is that why you’re out here?”

The question makes Kaminari bend his head to look at Hitoshi. But he nods. “It’s too loud. Most of the time, I can ignore it. But with my Quirk… it’s hard to sometimes.” “Can’t you still hear it out here though?”

Kaminari shrugs. “Yeah, it's not as bad though.”

Another round of silence falls over them for a minute. Kaminari looks back up at the sky, and Hitoshi lies down next to him to do the same.

“What did you mean earlier? About Kaminari and Jirou not working as a couple.”

His conversation with Bakugou rang in his ears again, nagging at him. He finds himself turning his head to look at the blond laying next to him, Bakugou talking in his ear again.

“Tsk. Ears had a tendency to take her shitty jokes too far. Pikachu may seem laid back and doesn’t fucking care about what people say about him, but he does.”

He couldn’t help but to think that there was some truth in Bakugou’s words. “She came into our group not too long after they started dating, so we had a little more time to know what was okay to joke about and what he didn’t want us to talk about. But whenever one of us would try to fucking correct her, Pikachu would shrug it off, saying that it was a shitty joke.”

He bites back a sigh. Just how many times had you shrugged shit off, Kaminari? He wanted to ask him. But he knows better. If the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t want to explain it either. Besides, for the most part, he and Jirou seemed to really have liked each other.

“... I’m sorry to hear about the break up.” He thought that was a good way to start. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m fine.”

It sounded forced. So Hitoshi pressed. “Okay, now the truth this time.” He found himself repeating the same words his Pops’ used on him a while back, keeping his voice soft in hopes of making Kaminari comfortable enough to talk.

The blond didn’t say anything at first, Hitoshi thinks he wasn’t going to say anything at all. He doesn’t blame him though.

But then Kaminari sighs, his eyes squeezing shut as he brings his hands up to cover his face. “Not fine.” He groans, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

“What happened with you two, anyway?” Hitoshi presses, hearing him sigh again. “I’m not going to force you to talk about it but… it’s not good to bottle things up-”

“What would you know?” There was a snap in the blond’s voice, who dropped his hands from his face in favor of sending him a glare. “You’ve never been in a relationship before, remember?”

“No, but I have experience with heartbreak.” He kept his voice even. He watches Kaminari deflate a little. “And I know first hand the consequences of bottling things up. Eventually, that bottle cracks, and it keeps cracking until you’re saying all the things you didn’t want to say anyway. So, let it out.”

Kaminari goes quiet, just like he has been over the past week. But Hitoshi doesn’t push anymore, he wants him to open up on his own.

It’s kind of funny when you look at this, he’s using the same tactics Hizashi and Shouta had used on him when he came to live with them a little over a year ago. Even though the situations are different, it feels like the right move. It’s hard to describe.

“... I fucked up.” Hitoshi looks toward the blond again, finding a look of guilt on his face. “And I didn’t even realize how much I had fucked up until it was over.”

“What do you mean?”

“She was jealous-” He cuts himself off, closing his eyes to think. “I um, I talked to Momo after homeroom, and I asked her how Ky- Jirou was doing,” Hitoshi could tell that it was hard to call her by her family name after getting so used to using her given name. “And I know she’s just looking out for her, I do. But she called me out for not being there when I should’ve been.”

He knew it wasn’t the full story. And he knew that he probably wouldn’t get it, at least, not anytime soon. So Hitoshi nods, processing what he was told, Bakugou’s words from earlier ringing in his ears. “You know… she wasn’t…” He trails off, unsure how to word this. “I noticed how she treated you,” He starts, which as a reward, Kaminari turns to look at him. “I noticed the comments she makes, how you just laugh them off when no one else does-”

“She was only joking when she called me dumb.”

“Bullshit.” Kaminari’s eyes lock with his. “You don’t call someone you care about an idiot or make fun of them for how their Quirk affects them, especially when they have no control over it.”

“I wasn’t exactly the perfect boyfriend-”

“Well maybe she wasn’t the perfect girlfriend, either.” Disbelief crosses the blond’s face. “Jirou is a nice girl, and she’s a good friend. That I don’t doubt… But-”

“But what?”

“I think you two were a bit toxic with each other, not on purpose, but you brought out different sides to each other that weren’t healthy.”

Kaminari is quiet again. Hitoshi sighs, looking up at the sky. Above them, he can see the blinking lights of an airplane in the darkness.

“... You should be with someone that respects you, Kaminari, not someone who’s gonna make you question if what you said or did was wrong or make you feel like shit for something you can’t help.”

“Like who?”

Me. Hitoshi freezes, but says nothing in response to Kaminari’s question. Nope. No. I’m not doing this. “Someone…” Me. “Someone like Sero, or Mina?”

Kaminari blinks at him before a laugh leaves his lips. And if that laugh did not make something in his chest flip… “Oh please. First of all, they’re into each other and are in denial.”

Hitoshi huffs out a laugh of his own. “And secondly?”

Kaminari holds his breath, wetting his lips. “... I- They’re practically family.”

“Maybe you can ask Mina to set you up with Aoyama.”

“Dude, that’s mean.” He turns his head in time to watch Kaminari laugh at the sky above them. He swallows, but doesn’t say anything. “Hey,” The blond looks toward him again, a grin on his face. “Denki.”

“Uh?”

“Call me Denki.”

Hitoshi looks confused. “Why?”

“You tell everyone to call you by your given name, it’s only fair that someone lets you call them by theirs, right?” He looks more relaxed now, genuinely carefree. I like it.

Hitoshi breathes out, “Nice to meet you, Denki.”

A gentle breeze cuts through them, reminding them both that it was autumn, almost winter. Hitoshi watches Kami- Denki, shiver, making him notice that he was only wearing sweats and a t-shirt.

“We should go inside.” He tells him, sitting up on his elbows.

Denki sits up, shaking his head. “No,” He drags out.

“We’re not even supposed to be out here. And just because I’m the teacher’s kid, doesn’t mean I get special privileges.”

Then he pouts. Denki Kaminari was pouting, it made Hitoshi crack a smile as he stood up. “Boo.” Denki huffs, moving to stand up. He wobbles, and out of reflex, Hitoshi moves to steady him, his hands on his waist.

How he manages to bite down the blush that threatened to show itself, he doesn’t know. But Denki wasn’t as lucky. The blond looks up at him, a grin on his lips and a taunt in his eyes. “Damn, I just got out of a relationship, ‘Toshi. Patience.” He laughs.

Hitoshi doesn’t respond, his grip on Denki’s hips were loose, he could easily slip away from him but he didn’t. Now, it was no longer Bakugou’s voice echoing in his ear, but Denki’s.

“Like who?” Me.

“Hitoshi?” Denki looks up at him, brows furrowed. He brings Hitoshi out of his thoughts long enough for him to notice Denki’s hands hovering over his chest. Fucking hell…

Hitoshi drops his hands and steps back, biting down the gulp. “Right, sorry. Come on,” He nods toward the window they crawled out of. “If we don’t freeze, my dad will definitely give us detention.”

Denki stares at him for a moment, before rolling his eyes and begins making his way toward the window. “I’m pretty sure your dad would stick us in a freezer for detention just to make a point.”

“If only you knew how much of a softy he actually is.”

Once they made their way back inside, and Hitoshi had closed the window behind them, they made their way back to their rooms. Both stopped in front of their doors, and Hitoshi finally had a clearer look now that they were in the light, he frowned at the sight of the growing eyebags under his eyes.

Yeah, nope.

As Denki opened his door, Hitoshi slid past him, and the purple-haired boy immediately went to the mess of papers that lay scattered around his bed. Denki watched as he picked up his papers, confused.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t pass out in class tomorrow.” Hitoshi told him, grabbing an empty folding (which he assumed was where these papers were from) to store his homework. “This is coming with me and-” He adds as Denki opens his mouth to argue. “- I will help you finish it or fix it before class tomorrow. Okay?”

“Hypocrite.” Hitoshi raises a brow at him. “I know damn well that you don’t sleep either.”

“I’m better than I used to be.” He admits, a bit shyly at that. “But just because I do it, doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you do the same shit. Now go to bed.”

Denki scoffs, playfully rolling his eyes to add to the dramatics. “Fine, dad. I’m going to sleep.”

And just to play along, Hitoshi pats Denki on the head, telling him “goodnight” before heading back to his room across the hall.

As the door shuts, he leans back against the wood and looks down at the folder in his hands. “... You should be with someone that respects you, Kaminari, not someone who’s gonna make you question if what you said or did was wrong or make you feel like shit for something you can’t help.”

“Like who?”

Me.

A sigh leaves him. Hitoshi sets the folder down on the corner of his desk before jumping into bed. I’m not dealing with this.

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bkdk fic rec list

one shots -> anywhere between 1k and 9k words

hopeless - silverynight - 2k the classic misunderstanding they each like each other but then find out in the end

autumn metamorphosis - s_the_queen - 3.8k bk being a dk simp and being stupidly in love that's all u need to know

a nerd's guide to flirting - saysi writes - 4k bk asks dk for help w/ his crush and dk, not knowing he's the crush, helps bk but is sad about it

nobody expects the baby acquisition - lemonloveheart - 1.4k dk is highkey feral and saves eri like a season too early and now him and bk have to parent her but first aizawa is disturbed in the middle of class

the boy with glitter in his hair - bkdkwritingsdump - 7k (2 chapters) bkdk cinderella au and they immediately fall in love

so kiss me - burritow - 4.6k (4 chapters) text fic where bk keeps typing kiss instead of kill when referring/talking to dk - this leads to some shenanigans

we burn, we glow - s_the_queen - 2.5k soulmate au where when dk's soul mark appears he doesn't think its gonna match bk but little does he know

friends come and go, but fandom is forever - erina - 4.7k todoroki ends up live tweeting bk and dk's shenanigans whilst on a training camp with class 1-a

long-ish -> about 10k to 25k

the kiss - bkdkwritingsdump - 19.2k (12 chapters) deku vs kacchan pt 2 except they kiss at the end and the consequences of that

from i-island with love - neanea321 - 13.3k (10 chapters) q!dk gets trapped on i-island with the lov but manages to finesse his way around, all why bk panics bc how tf is dk gonna protect himself

you dragged me out (of a mile deep hollow) - deadwriter16 - 11k after leaving UA dk is finally back. he gets to spend lots of time with his friends, especially bk, and they finally get to talk

flare guns go off in my head saying not to call you this late - yourenovelidea - 24.5k this one is less bkdk focus but it's still one of my favourites dk loves his friends a lot and he does all he can to show them

if you let my soul out (it will come right back to you) - deadwriter16 - 11.4k again less bkdk focus but i love this fic so much bk cares about his friends and he shows it all the time and sometimes they show him they care as well

17 birthdays and more - purple_anonymous - 12.3k bk plans an entire bday party for dk which dk loves except he takes no credit for it

long -> 25k+

notice me, nerd - useless_donut - 40k (26 chapters) bk is hopelessly in love with dk and shows it in everything he's does, however dk doesn't realise and class 1-a have to watch them while suffering for their obliviousness

mollitudo - anoksun - 66.8k (18 chapters) dk gets kidnapped, and when he is found he is changed forever. before disappearing bk and dk had begun to rebuild their friendship and now bk has to help while dk recovers

great explosion murder god dynamight: a narrative - deadwriter16 - 72k (20 chapters) bk lets himself love and its the best thing he's ever done in his life

are u dating?? - ladyofsnails - 26k (6 chapters) gamer dk lives with his best friend bk who he's lives with, but when bk starts appearing more frequently in his streams dk's viewers have lots of questions like: are they dating?

halfway to the moon (but the sun is so bright) - catsired - 105.6k (29 chapters) middle school bkdk where dk is depressed and bk will notice ... eventually

honeydew (or 5 gentle moments between izuku and katsuki) - elegant_tree - 31.5k (5 chapters) dk doesn't know soft touches so bk fixes that - aka touch starved dk and indulgent bk

also gonna tag my bkdk playlist here as well

#bkdk #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #midoriya izuku #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #Spotify

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 2 years

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Names, News and Nominations Chapter 1

Summary: After the sports festival, things should be smooth sailing. Except, of course Izuku finds that it's not true. The news of Sir Nighteye's death is a hard one, but he'll pull through as he and his classmates get ready for their internships! Even if they all seem eager to make him blush still!

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Part of Photos/Videos (Mission: Woo izuku)

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The news of Sir Nighteye broke the day after Anders healed Izuku when Eri was supposed to be discharged from the hospital. She was small, with her white hair cut short due to the fight. Her red eyes looked at Izuku in awe as she clutched a pillow to her chest.

“You’re the boy on the TV. The one who might be my teacher one day,” she said softly. Izuku gave his best smile to her, and she buried her face into the pillow.

“Yes, I’m Izuku,” he said cautiously. “And you’re Eri, right?”

“Mmhmm,” she responded, muffled by the pillow. “Is Miss Kyoko alright?” Eri asked, pulling her face away from the pillow. Izuku blinked at the unknown name, but Aizawa stepped in.

“She’s well. Pleased at being deaged even given she had a nasty surgery a few years back that left complications.” Aizawa nodded to Eri, giving a smile Izuku never saw before, a gentle one that didn’t terrify Izuku into wanting to confess all his sins or pray to the gods. “You saved her from a life of back pain.” Eri looked so shocked as she lifted her head from the pillow.

“My curse saved her?” the little girl asked.

“Your Quirk did,” Aizawa told Eri. Izuku didn’t have much time to marvel at the softness, even as Present Mic kept a firm hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t squeal. The door opened to reveal a pale police officer right after Aizawa spoke.

“Eraserhead, Midoriya? Can we speak to you briefly?” The two followed the officer out as Present Mic eagerly asked Eri about music.

“Oh, I like this one band that Rapper likes! It’s called Death to Angels!” Eri’s voice said as they left.

“… that’s a heavy metal screamo band,” Izuku said.

“Yep.” Aizawa said in amusement. The police officer didn’t crack a smile, instead ushering them to a new room.

“Sirs… the pro-hero Sir Nighteye was found dead this morning. We believe Stain was behind it.”

“What?” Aizawa asked before he stopped, shaking his head in annoyance. “Why are you telling Midoriya and me this, not me and Present Mic?!”

“Because we have reason to believe it was due to the future shown,” the officer explained. Izuku’s stomach dropped, and he took a few steps back. What? Someone died because of his future? Sir Nighteye died due to Izuku?

“No, no, we are not- he’s fifteen still,” Aizawa snapped. “Midoriya, go back to the room and send out Present Mic. You’re too young for this.”

“He is,” agreed a new voice, and the detective from the USJ incident came in with a nasty scowl. “Which I told my superiors about when they made noises to have him be present earlier.”

“Tsukauchi, he’ll be number one soon, " the other officer said.

“He’s a student now, you moron.” snapped Tsukauchi. “Midoriya, I already stopped by the room. Present Mic is waiting for you to relieve him.” Izuku nodded and ran out of the room, his mind whirling in confusion.

In the room, Shouta gave the officer who’d pulled them both out a nasty look. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“He’s-”

“Don’t,” Tsukauchi snorted. “Either someone paid you to do this, gave you the wrong orders, or you decided that the kid is that important.” the officer went red.

“He’s All Might’s protege! All Might can’t do anything wrong!” the officer said desperately.

“Son, I know All Might. I’ve also seen him walk into a pole twice because he got distracted. He can do a lot wrong. Now scram so I can do this.” Tsukauchi jerked a thumb over his shoulder, watching as the other policeman slunk out of the room. “Idiot fanboys.”

“You alright Naomasa?” Shouta asked gently. Tsukauchi Naomasa sighed and took off his hat to run a hand over his hair.

“I didn’t like Mirai. Not out of malice but because he was very stubborn and had a chip on his shoulder. His type does that, think they’re all omnipotent while closing their eyes to the fact that anything can change the future. But he was my friend once,” Naomasa sighed, putting his hat back on.

“Once?”

“Long story, mostly revolving around All Might and his Quirk,” the detective explained. Shouta frowned as the detective pulled out his notepad. “I’m still on the investigation simply because I knew Mirai and can compartmentalize well. Everything is being double-checked, though. So let’s start this conversation.”

“Isn’t this just warning us what is happening?” Shouta asked him as Hizashi came in, a frown on his face.

“Eri and Izuku are holding each other while crying,” the blonde man reported. “She found out.”

“How?”

“Izuku was crying because Nighteye died due to him as he says, and then Eri started crying cause Nighteye saved her and she’s very upset he’s dead.” Hizashi scowled hard.

“Shit,” Shouta muttered. “Anyone with them?”

“Yes, actually, a nurse was walking in and is staying with them. Apparently, Nighteye had been her usual patient, and she wanted to spread some comfort.” Hizashi sighed. “It was Stain, wasn’t it?”

“How would you guess?” Naomasa asked.

“Because Stain is a weasel bastard, but he’s not hard to guess his motivations,” Hizashi remarked. “He goes after people rumoured to be horrible heroes. Flashlight was one of his previous victims, and the guy was accused of rape several times. Nimrod, Traffic Cone- they were known to be glory hounds. Stain’s type in his killings are people that aren’t seen as good heroes.”

“But he could have gone after Ingenium, who is a good one,” Naomasa argued.

“Rumours currently are painting him as taking advantage of having so many sidekicks,” Hizashi explained. “Even if the only reason he’s doing it is for the purge.”

“...Purge?” Naomasa asked.

“There’s too many heroes today who are pretty… meh is the best option to use,” Hizashi said as Shouta watched his husband show off his mind. He rarely got to see it, which made the man more attractive each time Hizashi showed off. “The Commission is planning on purging the hero ranks to trim the trees more or less. Those with fewer patrol records, those not signed to a competent agency… I think Tensei gets a kickback from hiring the competent sidekicks who can be great heroes from the Commission.”

“But it looks like he’s taking advantage, so he doesn’t have to work as much while still getting more money than them,” Naomasa nodded. “And from what we heard, Nighteye apparently could have exposed a young man’s family ties which would have led to him going vigilante.”

“Plus having his intern only being around to gain a position the man didn’t know about or apparently want,” agreed Hizashi. “Stain is a man who goes around killing people he thinks are bad heroes. He sometimes gets the mark. Other times…”

“He doesn’t. Six heroes he murdered in the past two months were great heroes who had rumours spread about them because of their Quirks or because they were going undercover,” Shouta voiced.

“The fact he directly went here after the festival when he knew we were hunting him in Hosu is concerning to us,” Naomasa said as he wrote down what the two heroes told him. “It potentially means he’s watching Midoriya very closely, perhaps even too closely for our liking.” Naomasa frowned, pulling his phone out. “A tweet crediting him went out an hour before we came here. So the police department was forced to confirm Stain’s death. We then got some following comments concerning this.” he turned the phone to the two, who read the various praises to Stain and comments about how Dekiru deserved better. Some of the more chilling ones were probably those supporting Stain’s crusade for Dekiru.

Dekiru Fan Already @heroicsareforme

OMG! I found SO MANY social media posts about Dekiru from middle school! Man, these guys are TRASH. My poor Dekiru 😭

Fite Me Ho @ihavegodandanime

Ugh this is awful! Maybe Stain should go after them like he did Nighteye!

Fatgum’s Biggest Fan @fatgumnoticeme

People are ACTUALLY DEAD due to him, and you wanna sick him on dumbass teenagers? Wtf is WRONG with you?

“What the hell?” Shouta muttered. “I agree with the last user. And this in the last hour?”

“It is. Two of these commenters are minors and are of some concern for their support, but right now, we are simply keeping an eye on things,” Naomasa explained.

“Is this why you’re here?” Hizashi asked. Shouta blinked.

“I forgot about that. Esuha isn’t your jurisdiction,” Shouta said in surprise.

“I’m here as with the reveal of All Might; I had to step forward with what I know. I’m one of his confidants. I also talked with him about not telling Midoriya he could have his own inner circle. Apparently, it slipped his mind.” Naomasa rolled his eyes hard as Shouta groaned. “With Mirai having also known much of the truth, we’re working to catch Stain, so I got called in to make sure it wasn’t someone taking advantage of the chaos.”

“Understandable,” Shouta sighed. “Do you need to speak with Izuku?”

“Other than to warn him of a possible increase in attention but let’s be real: he’s going to have that anyway.” Naomasa snorted.

Neither of the other two could disagree.

-0-

The nurse suggested they go for a bit of a walk around the hospital to get some fresh air. However, when they passed a poster of Sir Nighteye’s agency, Eri started crying again. Huge sobs burst from her chest about ‘the weird guy with the glasses couldn’t be dead.’ It hurt hearing her cry. Izuku himself didn’t know what to think, leading the girl to sit on a couch near some vending machines. He felt numb after his own crying bout.

Sir Nighteye was dead. A man he’d looked up to had died. But it was a man who could have exposed him, could have destroyed his hopes of being a hero. Who didn’t think he deserved One for All. How could he respond to that? How could he explain his feelings on that?

But he was dead. No one deserved to die for their opinions. No one deserved death. He was dead because of Izuku and the future. The hero died for actions not yet taken against Izuku, actions that would never affect Izuku in the current timeline.

How was Izuku supposed to react to that?

Izuku kept Eri close to his side as they sat in the hallway. She buried her face into his side, taking comfort. A part of him wondered about her easily taking comfort but accepted it at the same time. It was cute, and he… felt she could do that. It was okay that she was closer than she should be to him. He loved her so much already that it felt strange.

The sound of footsteps made Izuku turn to look down the hallway way. A blonde teenager was walking towards them. Izuku recognized him- one of the people from his potential futures. Mirio, the one who worked with Sir Nighteye. He looked like a wreck, eyes red and shoulder slumped. His shoulders were shaking as he stared at nothing. It was a contrast from the smiling man in the future.

“Mirio?” Izuku asked, holding Eri to his side. She looked up through her tears. The blonde stopped and looked at Izuku with wide eyes.

“Oh! Hey Midoriya. I… it’s Togata Mirio, so if you don’t…” the blonde stopped and sniffed, rubbing his eyes on his arm. “Sorry, I have to-”

“Sir Nighteye was your mentor, wasn’t he?” Izuku asked. Togata paused before giving a single nod. “Oh, Togata… I’m so sorry.”

“He saved me,” Eri said softly. “Him, Bubblegirl, Fatgum, Miss Kyoko, they saved me….”

“That’s amazing!” Togata gave the girl a watery smile. “Sir… Sir saved a lot of people. He saved me too.” Togata blinked his eyes. Izuku patted the seat beside him, looking his upperclassman in the eyes. The blonde hesitated before walking over to sit next to them. Izuku waited, sitting with a softly crying girl and the other teenager.

The sobs began again, Togata the one they were coming from. Izuku reached out to pull him closer, the taller boy turning to press his face into Izuku’s hair. Eri moved so she could grab Togata’s hand, squeezing it. A fresh wave of tears came from her. For once, Izuku was not the one crying and needing someone to hold him. Instead, he acted as the person to comfort two people, both desperately needing someone.

Aizawa came down the hall, freezing as soon as he saw the trio. The wide-eyed look he gave the green-haired boy made Izuku want to laugh, more so when he carefully backed away.

A bit of a coward, then. Well, with tears, anyway.

“Shouta-” Present Mic said, obviously behind his husband. The blond appeared, spotting the scene. A grimace crossed his face, pained and tired, before he walked over to them. “Hello, listeners,” he said softly. Togata jerked up, eyes wide. The detective from earlier came into view as well, wincing hard at seeing the three kids.

“Oh, Yamada-sensei, I-” whatever Togata was about to say became interrupted when Yamada spoke up.

“It’s alright, Togata.” the voice hero reached out and placed a hand on the third-year’s shoulder. “It’s alright.”

Togata burst into a fresh wave of tears, clutching Izuku tightly. Eri was jostled a bit, but Mic reached out to grab her, pulling the girl into a loose hug she happily took.

“He was… he was my mentor.” Togata choked out. “It hurt, it hurt speaking to him, but I never meant to stay away forever. I just wanted… I wanted him to know he was wrong. I was hurt he chose me because he wanted me to be someone else!”

“But you would have gone back when he realized.” Izuku finished the unsaid sentence. Togata nodded, burying his face back into green curls. Izuku hugged the older student, letting him cry as Eri finished her tears, slipping into an exhausted sleep.

Aizawa crept over, standing there awkwardly but providing a presence for the two hero students. Izuku felt some tears trickle down his face. His feelings were still conflicted, confused and lost, but Sir Nighteye did deserve the tears of mourning.

The man had been a hero, saving lives. He earned people crying over him. Even a boy he could have hurt. Hadn’t hurt yet, but could have.

“I’m sorry,” Izuku said out loud.

“It’s not your fault,” Togata choked out. “Don’t blame yourself for others’ actions. Especially psychopaths.”

“He was killed because-”

“Because Stain saw an excuse,” Togata said, hugging Izuku tighter. “Not because of you. He could have gone after Sir Nighteye any other time.”

Izuku felt some relief hearing it from the other teen, holding the blonde as he cried for a bit longer. By the time Togata finished, at least ten minutes had passed. The blonde looked embarrassed, rubbing his eyes.

“Man, I messed up my cool introduction, huh, Midoriya?” he asked, trying to laugh. It came out sad.

“Nah, you’re still cool,” Izuku disagreed. “I saw your sports festival last year, and you won yesterday, right?”

“Yeah! Second years went today,” Togata grinned, though it looked flat. Fake. Izuku didn’t say anything; he simply nodded. “I… Bubblegirl will be expecting me.” Togata stood up but paused. “Hey, Midoriya… can I get your number?” Izuku’s face flushed as both the adults sighed.

Of course.

-0-

Eri didn’t go home with them after that, given their slight worry for her if Stain didn’t cause the death. The girl was upset, but it would be safer if there were heroes around the hospital.

When they got back to the apartment, Izuku just felt exhausted. He went to his new room, already decorated with his things from his old apartment. Not everything made it, given Izuku’s sudden awareness of how much All Might stuff he had. All Might claimed he didn’t mind, but Izuku figured it would be a little embarrassing to have it all over his room. Especially now living with two more heroes. He kept a fair amount of the posters and merch but boxed most up to put into storage with his mom’s permission. He also got some new bedding.

He ignored the feeling and idea that it was because he didn't want his room to be embarrassing, with so many people now interested in nerdy Deku. Not like anyone would be allowed in there. He felt Aizawa and Yamada would die from the idea of it being allowed.

Flopping face-first onto his bed, he sighed into the covers. He felt better than before, less numb, at least. The loss of Sir Nighteye still caused his feelings to feel like a knot, but it was somehow softer. Rolling to his side, Izuku dug his phone out of his pocket to open it, noticing a few text messages. The class group chat mostly, but also from his chat with Uraraka and Iida.

Spacegirl: Hey Midoriya, are you okay? I saw the news.

Sonic The Human: Indeed! I was also wondering if you were okay.

Izuku sighed and typed out his message, wondering why they worried.

Green Bean: I’m fine, I didn’t know him. Just feel numb I suppose. Maybe a little lost.

Spacegirl: Oh that’s good! Well, not the numb part.

Sonic The Human: Agreed.

Izuku hummed and then typed out his next question, incredibly curious.

Green Bean: Did you guys actually make a chat to talk about me?

Spacegirl: Kaminari did. Here’s some screenshots- he forgot to lock names so only the users can change it.

Izuku snickered, remembering the three-day war over names in the class group chat before Aizawa locked them. It had been hilarious. When the screenshots came, he only could laugh harder.

Simping for Midoriya

Kaminari Denki: Hey senpai, saw the news: you alright?

Togata Mirio: Doing okay, not up for talking. Also…

Togata Mirio changed their name to ‘Snugglebug’

Snugglebug: Midoriya was at the hospital for some reason. Got a good cry in. TTYL Tamaki

Snugglebug has muted the chat

Amajiki Tamaki: Okay.

Jirou Kyoka: On one hand, I’m glad he had someone there. On the other…

Kaminari Denki changed their name to ‘Electric Daddy’

Electric Daddy: He got to hug IZUKU.

Jirou Kyoka: … I’m not talking to you anymore.

Kirishima Eijiro: Oh come on Jirou! It could have been a LOT worse. I can think of a few ways to take that.

Sero Hanta: Can you think of 69 ways?

Electric Daddy: HA!

Iida Tenya: Please keep the conversation safe for work! Need I remind you Principal Nezu can see?

Electric Daddy: I am, I am, don’t worry. I ain’t dumb enough to post that sort of stuff to a school social media account. But MIDNIGHT works for him. He’ll let some stuff slide.

Ashido Mina cannot change their name due to inappropriateness

Ashido Mina has changed their name to ‘Alien Wife’

Alien Wife: Looks like it!

Jirou Kyoka: I don’t want to know.

Alien wife changed Jirou Kyoka’s name to ‘Heartthrob’

Heartthrob: … KAMINARI LOCK THE NAMES.

Electric Daddy: I will tomorrow. One day of chaos is fine, right?

Sero Hanta cannot change their name due to inappropriateness

Sero Hanta has changed their name to ‘Bondage’

Bondage: I’m in!

Alien Wife: rules as the old chat! No changing names already been changed! @Everyone has 1 hour before we start switching! And no using any names from other chats! Keep the theme people! If your name is changed you have 1 week before you can change it again.

Iida Tenya has changed their name to ‘Engine Husband’

Engine Husband: My brother suggested this. He is looking over my shoulder right now.

Alien Wife: Hey! Playing along then?

Engine Husband: As long as we keep it clean I don’t mind.

Kouda Koji has changed their name to ‘Furry’

Alien Wife: AHfjgkldfjgkljdfhgkld

Engine Husband: KOUDA?!

Furry:... I honestly did not think that would work

Furry has changed their name to ‘Bunny Husband’

Monoma Neito: I BELIEVE that name belongs to Midoriya, you 1A rejects.

Monoma Neito has changed their name to ‘BEST HUSBAND’

Bunny Husband has uploaded bunnypet.jpeg

BEST HUSBAND: … objection withdrawn

Alien Wife: WE NEED TO HAVE A PICTURE OF IZUKU WITH HIM

Bunny Husband: Yuwai would like that. He was watching the sports festival to.

Bondage: and got his heart stolen by our conejito?

BEST HUSBAND: I can speak Spanish, and KNOW you stole my nickname. 1A to foolish to think their own up?

Bondage: It fits him so well.

Izuku kept laughing, rolling onto his back as he did. Seriously? He did not know Kouda had it in him!

Green Bean: Always the quiet ones…

Spacegirl: I know, right?

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-I realized when writing the Tsukauchi piece that he probably wouldn’t technically be allowed to work the case give his connection to Nighteye… then went: it’s an AU I do what I want and wrote it like this.

-In this AU, yes Tsukauchi had been friends with Nighteye even if he didn’t like him much. It’s complicated and boils down to: Tsukauchi thought he was a douche but they worked well together and when Nighteye wasn’t being a douche they got along well.

-Also as a PSA: Aoyama isn’t the traitor in this AU. I wrote the first part before the reveal. Personally I never liked the idea of a traitor.

-The chat at the end is also in the 'Chatty parts' fic, with an expansion on it including more names and some silliness.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha au #dekubowl #midoriya izuku #photos and videos

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My Light in a Dark Place — Twenty-One (Tamaki Amajiki x OFC)

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A/N: This took a lot longer than I wanted to get out because it was my anniversary weekend when I was trying to post it. This note won't make sense on Wattpad because I'm not posting there as of right now, but I share the same note across all platforms I post on. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this sweet chapter with Tamaki despite the slight uncomfortable chat Yuki has with Eri about what happened. I'm hoping to get the next part out faster than this one took. Wish me luck.

Chapter warnings: Very vague mention of what happened to Yuki as she's telling someone about it; there are also a few mentions of sex in a more positive outlook.

Words: 7k

There is nothing in the world Yuki believes is better than waking up to butterfly kisses all over her face, all because her boyfriend finds her half-asleep gaze in the morning adorable and precious. And with her many days of encouragement and love, Tamaki has become more confident in kissing her, even if his sweet kisses only happen within the walls of their apartments. Yuki is simply happy to give him kisses and receive them, no matter where she is or what she's doing.

It took little time for them to decide that kissing while standing or sitting wasn’t enough to satisfy the urge to show that sort of affection. It was Tamaki who broke the “rule” one morning when he brushed back Yuki’s hair, her lips a little pouty from waking up before she wanted to, and left a little kiss right on her lips. She looked so adorable and he didn’t know how else to react. It felt right to him to kiss her.

The kiss woke her up instantly. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted while she processed Tamaki initiated that kiss while cuddled up with her in his bed. Of course, it led into a sweet few minutes in bed that morning of gentle kisses and soft praises from Yuki. She noticed the way Tamaki seemed to stand straighter that day and it left her giddy. Now her favorite way to wake up is with Tamaki’s lips.

“Do you have to go to work? Can’t you call in to spend all day with me?” she asks, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes after she kisses his mouth.

Cheeks red, Tamaki kisses the tip of her nose. “Eijiro is off today, so I need to be there… sorry. Plus… you’ll be working today, too.”

She frowns. “I know. I miss seeing you around when you’re gone, though.”

“Isn’t Eri coming over today to help?”

“Right! It’s been so long since Aizawa has asked me to watch her.” The silent understanding that Aizawa didn’t want to put stress on Yuki after her assault hangs in the air.

“You should have fun with her… I’ll just be in the way.”

“You’re never in the way.” Yuki cups his face in her warm hands and presses her lips to his twice. “I love you.”

The way Tamaki still shies away when she openly expresses her feelings is too cute to her, so she kisses him again. And when he responds against her lips, Yuki sighs and hides her face against his neck. I’m so lucky.

“I need to, um, get ready…” Tamaki says, slowly sliding his hands away from her. “Is… Is that okay?”

“Yeah, I guess. I’ll miss you.”

“I-I’ll miss you.” He rolls out of her bed and grabs his hero outfit out of her closet before going into her bathroom, leaving the door open just a crack.

Yuki sits up and looks at the door. “Have you thought about moving in together, Tama?”

There’s a good thirty seconds of absolute silence.

“M-Moving in together? You… You want to do that?”

“I mean, one day I want to. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, though.”

“Why?”

Yuki plays with a stray thread on her comforter. “I love my job. I’ve worked so hard to get my business to where it is and I can’t imagine being away from it… but my apartment isn’t built for two people. For now, it’s fine, but… if we decide to live together one day, I don’t think we can flourish here.”

Tamaki opens the door enough to stick his head out, his bare shoulder the only other thing she can see. “Do… Do you want to live in my apartment?”

“It’s big enough… but so far away from here for a daily commute. And I don’t think I want someone living above my business other than me.”

“Have you… looked into moving your business to a new building?”

“I’m afraid I’ll lose my customers if I move. I’m not worried about the money—that’ll work itself out—but I have a bunch of regulars who come here because it’s close to them or it's on their way to and from work. Is it smart of me to move it somewhere new?”

Her boyfriend looks at the floor a moment before disappearing back into the bathroom to finish getting dressed. He comes out a minute later with his cloak hanging over his arm, along with his goggles. “You could move into a bigger building that… that could give you the space to expand. That’s something you could consider. I-It might make the choice easier… if you want to move in with m-me.”

“I guess I could look into it. I have considered teaching floral design since Eri enjoys it when I teach her. Nejire did, too.”

Tamaki nods. “That would be nice to have the space for it. Do… Do you want to look into it with me when you… when you want to move in together?”

“You’re okay with us living together?”

“We sorta do that, um, now.”

“Oh, that’s true,” she chuckles. “I would like to work together to find the best solution for us when we choose to move into one apartment.”

“U-Um… are you wanting to be-to be married when we do?”

Marriage. It’s not something that crosses Yuki’s mind much since she started dating Tamaki, not because she doesn’t want to, but because things with Tamaki take a little more time than normal. It doesn’t bother her. Heck, introducing kissing in their relationship came a lot sooner than she expected. Getting married is a different situation altogether. Would she like to marry Tamaki? Absolutely. She’s convinced he’s her soulmate, so it only makes sense. But right now? They need more time together for sure. She’s not quite mentally well enough for such a commitment.

“We don’t have to be, Tama. I mean… maybe we won't move in together until we get married—and yes, I want to marry you in the future.” Yuki notices the sudden shake of his hands that he tries to hide. It goes as unnoticed as the bright red taking over his face. “But if we make the move before that happens, that’s okay with me. We can talk about this later when we both have more time.” Yuki finally gets out of bed to go over and help straighten up Tamaki’s hair and hero outfit. She gently grips the edges of his cloak to stand on her toes and kiss him. “I don’t want you to be late, but I want to talk about this more. And if you need to ask Fat Gum for some advice, please do.” A giggle leaves her when Tamaki shifts his gaze away.

Of course, she knows who he talks to for advice outside of Mirio and Nejire. Yuki is so attentive and observant.

“We… We can talk about it more later,” Tamaki agrees.

“Good. Now head off to work and have a good day, okay? I’ll see you later.”

Nodding, Tamaki offers the same sentiments and a shy “I love you” with a kiss before leaving Yuki to get ready for her workday. Love of my life… Tamaki Amajiki. The man you are.

Yuki is still in a loving daze by the time she gets downstairs and opens up her store. It’s so present that some of her regulars ask what’s making her look so love-struck, to which she responds, “I’m in love with the most incredible man I’ve ever known.” Each time ends with either an understanding smile or another question about what he’s like. Yuki has no issue talking about Tamaki and enjoys the chance to share his sweet side.

Even Eri and Aizawa are stunned by the literal glow about Yuki when they walk into the store. Eri presses her cheek against Yuki’s chest, smiling from the warmth transferring to her from Yuki’s Quirk.

“Mirio and Nejire said they’ll have Eri stay overnight,” Aizawa says, handing Yuki Eri’s backpack.

“Late night?”

“You could say that.”

Yuki smiles. “Keep your secrets then, Aizawa. Has she eaten lunch yet?”

“Not yet,” Eri says, looking up at Yuki hopefully. “I want to eat with you today because I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Eri. Once I’m finished with my meeting with a customer in a few minutes, we can go grab something to eat, okay?”

“Yes, please!”

Aizawa’s lips quirk upward for a moment. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Eri. Stay well, Yuki.”

Eri waves goodbye as Aizawa leaves while Yuki wishes him a similar sentiment despite knowing he has a different implication. Everyone says it with intention like I’m not trying to stay happy…

Yuki looks at Eri. “How about you decide where you want to eat when my client gets here, so we can leave as soon as I’m done, yeah?”

“Pizza! ‘Zawa won’t take me to get it ever and I really want pizza.”

“Then pizza it is! Pick a place then.” Yuki smiles and greets the customer that walks in who she’s meeting with. “I’ll be done soon.” She walks over to the door, locking it and turning off the open sign before leading her client to her work table where they will discuss ideas for the bachelorette party the client wants them for. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long, although Eri’s belly is growling by the time Yuki sends her client off with a grin.

“Are you done now?” Eri asks, eyes big and hopeful.

“I am. Let me grab my purse and we can go. Did you pick a place?”

“There are too many that sound so good.”

Yuki pats her head as she pulls the strap of her purse over her shoulder. “I think I have a pizza place in mind that you’ll really like. It’s some of the best pizza I’ve ever had.”

“Let’s go then!”

Laughing, Yuki lets Eri tug her out the door, and toward the direction Yuki says. I have so much love to give to her.

—

“Aizawa told me something happened to you, which is why I haven’t been able to see you. What happened?”

Yuki pauses, her slice of pizza on its way to her mouth. Across from her sits a girl who is the sweetest girl in the world, eyes big and youthful as she chews on her pizza. No one would ever guess the hell she went through, the torture she had to endure for so long. Her life has become so much better since she fell into Aizawa’s care. Why should Yuki remind her that there is still so much evil around them when Eri seems to be so happy? But Eri is also so intelligent and can figure things out on her own. How can she hide what happened to her to protect Eri when she’ll find out in the end? Wouldn’t that bring a sense of betrayal within their friendship? Do I want to hide it from her?

“If you don’t want to tell me, it’s okay.” Eri shrugs and takes another bite of her lunch. “I just don’t like seeing you sad and all I heard was you were really upset. You were hurting and no one would tell me why.”

The pizza slice in Yuki’s hand gets placed on the plate again and she wipes her fingers off on a napkin. “They didn’t want to tell you because it’s not a nice thing in the world. It’s dark and evil and I… I was an unfortunate victim, like many other men and women. I know there’s so much you’ve gone through at such a young age and because of that, I’m afraid to tell you what happened to me.”

“I’ll be okay, Yuki. I swear it. I’m just so sad that you were in so much pain and I don’t know why.” Eri’s eyes water, thus triggering tears in Yuki’s eyes.

“I know. I’m sorry no one told you and you’ve been in the dark wondering. If… If I tell you… can I do that back at the shop? I don’t think here is the best place for this kind of conversation.”

“It’s really that bad?”

Yuki nods slowly. “But... I’m getting better, Eri.”

Eri wipes away a tear that she doesn’t mean to let fall. “Okay. I can wait until we go back. Will you open the shop back up then?”

“I’ll wait until I tell you what I can.”

“Okay.” She reaches across and touches Yuki’s hand. “Thank you. I feel you try to treat me like I’m in high school and I appreciate it.”

“You’re as cute as you were when we first met, but you are nearing adulthood and we shouldn’t be afraid to talk to you about things we wouldn’t have told you back then. You’ll always be little Eri to me, though. No matter how old you get.”

“There’s a reason I like you so much, Yuki,” Eri smiles, happily moving on to a lighter subject while they finish eating.

But as soon as the door to Yuki’s shop shuts behind them and gets locked once more, Eri is back to being serious.

Yuki brings her over to the stairs leading to her apartment and sits. It’s out of the way of anyone peeking into the shop windows and private enough that Yuki feels she can talk about it. I’ll have to write this down for therapy today. It’s a big step to share this with Eri. I’m so nervous and scared.

“Do you remember Seto? The man who came here one day for lunch?”

“Yeah. Did you break up? Is that why you’ve been so hurt?”

A choked laugh comes out. Am I crying already? “I wish I could say it was something like that, but it��s not. Yes, we broke up. We broke up a while before this happened. I thought you knew about it.”

“No. With school, I couldn’t come here like I wanted to. I don’t know anything about what’s happened to you over the last few months.”

“Well, buckle up, Eri. There’s so much, and most of it isn’t good.”

She nods. “So, you broke up.”

“Yeah. He wasn’t happy about it. He… He started sending me these horrible messages—at least we think it was him—and calling my phone all the time. It was scary. But Kiri and Tama and Fat Gum were taking care of it. They’re good at that. Unfortunately, they couldn’t find him. He disappeared.”

“But wasn’t he sending you messages?”

“He wasn’t using his phone. He has… a lot of practice hiding his identity when he needs to.”

“Oh, no. Did they ever find him?”

“They did, but…” Yuki takes a breath to calm herself, wiping away a tear that falls down her cheek. “...but only after he did something vile to me.”

Eri scoots closer and takes Yuki’s hand, a silent understanding of her pain.

“There was an explosion down the street from a dance club Uraka invited me to. Everyone was there, even Kiri and Tama… but they weren’t enough. I went into the back to look for anyone lost in the dark and then… then I couldn’t see anymore. Someone took my sense of sight.”

“He’s a Quirk user?”

“Not him. He had an accomplice, who ended up trapped against his will. I think Seto blackmailed him into helping.”

“So… he took away your sight while you were alone.”

“While I couldn’t see… I felt someone touch me and… I don’t think I can go into much more, but… while I was under the influence of a sense-deleting Quirk, Seto… he… he violated me.” Yuki’s breaths become shakier and she clenches her eyes shut to try and forget what Yoshiro saw. “I couldn’t feel it, but it happened. I was one of the lucky ones because Kiri found us before… before Seto could… finish, I was lucky… but there are so many other women who weren't.”

Now Eri is openly crying. “He… He… Oh, my gosh, Yuki.” She buries her face against Yuki and hugs her tightly. "No one told me. I thought it was something small that hurt you, but I never thought it was that. I’m so sorry."

“It’s nothing for you to be sorry about, Eri.” Yuki hugs her back, pressing her nose into her hair. It’s different getting comfort from Eri when it’s been from Tamaki, mostly. It’s nice. “We’re working hard to make sure he goes to prison for good. A lot of other women he’s hurt are standing up against him, hoping it’ll be enough.”

“Why wouldn’t it be enough?”

“Well, these things are a lot harder to make people believe. Having Kirishima as a witness and the Quirk user who has witnessed multiple assaults, who wants to testify against him, should help us win. We’re… We’re not going to let him get away with it anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, Yuki…”

“Something amazing came out of it though,” Yuki says, lifting her head to dry her eyes. “Someone very special has been the main reason I’m feeling normal again.”

“Kirishima?”

“Actually, no. It’s Tamaki.”

Eri’s eyes light up, but she keeps her face neutral. “Suneater Tamaki?”

Yuki hums and nods.

“So… you’ve gotten closer to him?”

“You don’t know?”

“When I say I wasn’t told anything, I’m not lying.”

“Wow. I would think Mirio, or at least Nejire, would have mentioned something to you.” A goofy smile slides onto Yuki’s face. Even her skin seems to light up. “I’m Tamaki’s girlfriend.”

“What?!” Eri sits up straight with her mouth hanging open. “You’re dating Suneater?!”

“I am. I have been for a little while now. We confessed before… everything happened.” Yuki breathes slowly. “But we didn’t make it official until after. He’s been my rock through all of this.”

Her eyes are so big that they remind Yuki of the begging emoji on her phone. “Really? He’s so shy and timid. He helped you with all this?”

“Yeah. He still is. Tama is amazing and I can’t imagine being with anyone else ever again.”

“Have you kissed yet?”

Yuki laughs at Eri’s sly smirk. “Actually, we have. Although not when you tried to catch us back when we barely knew each other. It happened when he took me to this beautiful overlook that shows the stars and city lights so perfectly at night.” Yuki leans her head against the stairwell wall, eyes seeing that evening as if she’s there again. “He told me that all of those lights remind him of me and that the brighter ones are his favorite memories. How romantic is that?”

“Wow. I didn’t know Amajiki had a way with words. He seems so… stuttery all the time.”

“Not so much with me anymore. But it doesn’t matter because I love him so much. He’s my soulmate. I just know it.”

“Does he know you love him? Has he said it back to you?”

“Yes, and yes. We shared our feelings a little before we kissed. I accidentally said it when I was thinking about, well, about how much I love him. He got so shy and embarrassed. Tama is so cute.”

Eri smiles at Yuki daydreaming about her man with a glow about her. “You love him a lot. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Nejire this in love with Mirio and they’re the most loving couple I’ve ever seen.”

“My therapist thinks I’m latching onto him because of what happened to me. She says my feelings are real, but she’s worried I’m going to let them overrun my actions and find myself in a situation I’m not ready to be in.”

“Like having sex with him?”

Yuki’s eyes go wide and she chokes on nothing. “Eri!”

“What? I’m right, right?”

She doesn’t answer, staring at her hands.

“You know, she might be right and you should be careful… but if you’re ready to do that with him, why shouldn’t you? Though, I don’t think he’ll be ready for anything like that.” Eri snickers to herself, earning an elbow in her side. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” Yuki pouts, “but why do my emotions have to lead to that just because I had something traumatic happen to me? I’m not saying I am ready for sex—it is so far from my mind currently—but why can’t my desire to be intimate with Tamaki be something influenced by my genuine love for him?”

“One, I don’t believe it’s not on your mind because there are subliminal messages everywhere about sex. Heck, I’m in high school and it’s everywhere, even with rules! Two, why not make your love your reason? Forget what your therapist says about it. If you love him and want to show him in that way, then do it when you’re both ready.”

“Did someone’s mother inhabit your body?” Yuki laughs, in awe of the intelligent response coming from a young woman she remembers as a child, like it was yesterday. “Has Aizawa been giving you the talk?”

“Ew, no. Nejire talks to me a lot about this stuff since she and Mirio are married. She likes to be open and help me understand. She has a lot of knowledge and really enjoys teaching me about intimacy and all that. I don’t want to put any of it to use anytime soon, but I’ve found value in what she tells me.”

“You’re an incredible young woman, Eri. I don’t think I’ve told you that enough.”

“I think you’re incredible, Yuki. And I’m so happy about you and Tamaki. I always thought the two of you were so cute as friends. I bet you’re the cutest couple ever when you’re together.”

A little giggle comes from Yuki as she covers her smile. “We are pretty cute.”

“I’m happy you have him and that he’s helped you so much.”

“I’m happy I have him, too, Eri. So happy.” The happiest I’ve ever been.

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Much to Yuki’s surprise, when Nejire comes by to pick up Eri after store hours, Tamaki shows up as well. All three women look at him—all with varying smiles—and see that he not only has dinner for him and Yuki, but a couple of grocery bags of unknown items.

“Hi there, Tama,” Nejire greets, giving Eri a side glance while grinning. “What have you got there?”

Yuki comes over to take the bag of food. “I didn’t think I needed any groceries.”

“Um… they’re not… groceries,” Tamaki blushes. “It’s stuff for-for a date… and dinner.”

Both Nejire and Eri audibly coo over his sweet gesture while Yuki covers her growing grin with her fingers. Could he be any sweeter?

“A date?” Yuki grips the bag of food tighter. “We didn’t have any date plans tonight, Tama.”

“I-I know. I… I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Nejire grabs Eri’s shoulders and starts guiding her out of the shop. “Well then, we’ll leave you two to your date! Have fun!”

Eri waves excitedly at Yuki and Nejire makes the “call me” gesture as they go. It leaves Yuki chuckling at them.

“Um, could you… go upstairs until I call you back here?”

“Of course. Should I bring the food up with me?”

Tamaki shakes his head, his face cooling off a little from the initial embarrassment of having an audience seconds earlier. “I need it.”

“Okay.” She places it on the counter before going to lock the front door. “I guess I’ll see you in a bit?”

“I won’t take long… I hope.”

Yuki scampers over to leave a chaste kiss on his lips. “I’ll wait as long as you need. I appreciate you being so sweet to do this for me. I’m so excited!”

With a little upturn of his lips, Tamaki gazes down at his girlfriend lovingly. “I hope you like it.”

“I know I will, Tama.” She pats his arm. “I’ll leave you to it then.” Another kiss and she almost skips her way upstairs. How can I not love the things you do for me when I’m so in love with you?

He waits until he hears her door shut before getting the spontaneous date night ready—doing everything in his power to make sure it’s as perfect as he sees Yuki. It leads to him only taking a few minutes longer than he intends.

Tamaki feels good about his surprise for Yuki, his lips remaining in a smile even when he quietly knocks on her door. He’s not at all surprised when she opens the door almost instantly.

“Sorry, I’m excited,” she says, closing the door behind her. It puts her chest to chest with Tamaki, not that either of them mind. “Come on. I wanna see what you did down here.”

“It’s… It’s nothing too special,” he says, taking a few steps down.

“It’s special because you did it for me.” Yuki follows him to the bottom and presses her hands to his back. “And out of the blue!”

“Well… I wanted to make you happy today since you looked sad when I had to leave.”

By then, Yuki sees her work table that no longer looks like where she builds bouquets and so much more. A simple white tablecloth covers the table on one end where Tamaki neatly laid out dinner—the takeout containers working as perfect plates. He even placed a bottle of wine and two normal cups that look like he got them from the restaurant at each place. On the other end of the table is a painting tarp with two table easels, a canvas on each one, brushes of all sizes, and several colors of paint from a set he must have purchased on his way home.

Oh, my goodness. No one’s partner is as amazing as mine. Not a single one! Her eyes light up along with her skin. “Tama… this looks so fun.” There are sparkles in her eyes.

“I don’t know if you like painting, but… I saw it in that drama you’ve been watching and… and I thought you’d like to do something like that… with me.”

“I’ve never really tried painting anything before. I like this idea though! And to paint with you!” Yuki stands on her toes to kiss his reddened cheek. “This is perfect. I can’t wait to paint with you, even though I have no clue what to do. As long as we have a good time, that’s all that matters, right?”

Lips turned upward, Tamaki takes Yuki’s hand. “Right. Are you ready to eat, then?”

She nods and willingly follows behind her boyfriend as he leads her to a seat. The grin on her face stays as Tamaki sits across from her, still looking nervous.

“So, what’s for dinner?” she asks, poking around the box.

“Nothing special. I… I wasn’t sure what to get tonight, so I got Italian food. It’s a block or, um, so from here.”

“Oh! It’s a great restaurant! Thank you, Tama! I hope you like it. Kiri and I went on a binge a few years ago where we ate there almost every day. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anything from there. I’m excited.” Her eyes seem to sparkle as she opens up the box to find a messy square of lasagna and a couple of pieces of garlic bread. “Oh, this looks so good.”

Tamaki opens his, too, and his stomach growls instantly at the sight. “It does. Wow.”

“Take a bite. I want to know what you think of it.” Yuki can’t resist taking a big bite out of the garlic bread. She hums and does a little dance in her seat before setting it down and looking toward her boyfriend. “I think you’ll like it a lot.”

“Do you have to… watch?”

“Yup,” Yuki chuckles. “You’re so cute and I can’t help staring at you. Go on! Just take a bite! I promise I’ll only watch… and smile.”

Tamaki groans, but he does shakily open his box to take a small bite of his food. He can hardly look back at Yuki, holding his hand in front of his mouth while nodding.

“Good, right?” He’s so adorable, all red and shy.

Nodding again, Tamaki hums. There’s something nerve-wracking about his girlfriend watching him try the food she loves. Maybe it’s because he’s under her bright gaze that gives him butterflies in this stomach. It could be something as simple as being in love with her and the act of staring is rather… intimate from his perspective. Tamaki can see she means well and watches out of genuine interest for him. Despite the embarrassment, to see her smile and glow like that makes it all worth it. She looks so cute trying to keep the lasagna from making a mess around her lips as she eats it, dancing a little each time she’s successful.

“I… love you,” Tamaki says, eyes darting down to his food after he speaks before bringing them back up to her gaze.

To say Yuki lights up is a bit of an understatement. Her Quirk pulsates when she regains control of it, knowing she’ll blind him if she’s not careful, but her eyes still hold the same excitement from his words as if he’s saying them for the first time again. She’ll always feel that way when Tamaki says it first.

“I love you, too, Tamaki,” she grins, suddenly grabbing her dinner and chair to sit right beside him—much to his embarrassment and happiness. “Thank you for saying it.”

Nodding, Tamaki takes another bite of his food. “How was work… and having Eri over?”

“It was good.” Her gaze settles on her meal, her fork hovering between her mouth and the food. “I… I talked to her about what happened… to me. No one’s told her anything, and she’s been worried. So, I told her.”

The gentle way Tamaki places his hand on her forearm brings warmth across her entire body. He doesn’t have to say anything at all and Yuki feels a thousand times better.

“We cried,” she says with a small chuckle. “It’s impossible not to when discussing something so… evil. But Eri took it like the incredible woman she’s turning out to be and in the same way I treat her like a maturing teenager, she treated me like myself with an unfortunate situation in my past. Who knew telling a teenager something like that would prove to be more beneficial than telling my therapist?”

“I’m happy she could help you… in a way.” The Pro Hero glances down at his food. “I haven’t… I haven’t treated you any differently, right? I’ve tried my best to… to be there for you… but I don’t know if I’ve made you feel like you’re… not the same Yuki I met.”

Yuki leans against him, letting her head fall on his shoulder. “No, you’ve constantly reminded me I’m no different from before. You’re careful, but you don’t show if you’re afraid to hurt me or upset me.”

“I’ve been terrified… of hurting you,” Tamaki says. “I don’t know what is o-okay to do… if I can touch you… It was so bad at first.”

“Really?” She looks up at him. “I couldn’t tell that you were. I guess there was that time where you touched me or grabbed my hand and pulled back…”

“I thought I upset you… because I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“I wouldn’t have been, you know. You’ve never made me feel scared or unsafe. Not once. And… you don’t have to ask if you want to hold my hand or something. You’ve never had to do that. I’m not shy when it comes to being affectionate. You know that.”

Tamaki looks back at her. “I didn’t know back then. We… just confessed and then… you were hurt. I didn’t know what to do.”

Yuki slides her hand in his, interlocking their fingers. “Well, we’re past that now, and I want you to keep doing what you’re doing when it comes to me. Even with those timid touches you give me when you’re walking past me. You make me happy.”

“If you’re okay with it…”

“Of course, I am, Tama. You’re my boyfriend, so you have permission to hug me or hold my hand when you want.” Yuki squeezes his hand once before digging back into her food. “It’s whenever we decide to be more… physical that we’ll have to discuss the asking before touching thing. I… I don't know how I'll react… It's what I've been trying to work through in therapy." Yuki looks up at Tamaki even as her skin reddens at the conversation topic. "If we take that step, I'll be… I'll be ready for it. For you. I don't want you to have only half of me, you know?"

At that point, Tamaki refuses to look at Yuki and gives up trying to eat. His mouth opens and closes, but he can't think of a single word to say. The way Yuki can talk so calmly about being intimate with him is too much to handle. The worst part of it all is how easily his mind wants to wander.

He's not blind. Yuki is a beautiful woman, if not the most beautiful one he's had the pleasure of meeting. With her unique features brought on from her Quirk, he can't help but stare in awe. She almost reminds him of the moon, so peaceful to look at with the light coming from her. Nearly untouchable except for the brave few who have the privilege of getting close… and he's one of them. And he's a man like any other. Sometimes there are things Yuki does or says that fluster him so much that his body reacts naturally. So, hearing her talk about having sex with him unfortunately affects him pretty heavily. There's no way he'll do anything, being that she's made it clear she wants more time, but it's still impossible to look at her with his hormones reacting to her words.

"I'm sorry," Yuki says, playing with her fork. "This isn't really the time to have that discussion, huh? I just want you to know that you don't have to ask, Tamaki. Not where we are right now, okay? We'll talk about the other stuff later on."

An odd sort of strangled sound comes from Tamaki when he nods, still keeping his gaze off of her.

She touches his shoulder. "Are you okay, Tama?"

He hates how the way she says his nickname makes it worse for him. He's never going to get himself under control at this rate.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Sighing and turning slightly away from her, Tamaki shakes his head. "Just…. Just g-give me a moment… P-Please."

Yuki blinks, utterly confused, until she notes the strategic way he's angled away from her. Oh. Oh! "Um… I'm so sorry."

The red settled in his cheeks quickly spreads all across his body, making him feel unbearably warm. "Don't… Don't worry about it."

"We won't talk about it again tonight, okay? We'll finish our dinner and then have fun painting for a bit. No need to think about it."

He nods quickly, still unmoving from his position.

It makes Yuki feel guilty. All she intended to do was reassure Tamaki and ended up getting him so flustered that his body reacted in a way that clearly embarrassed him. She didn't think about how her words could affect him.

"I really am sorry, Tama…"

Disappointment. It's thick in Yuki's voice. He initially believes it's because of his reaction to her words. Did he give off the impression that he's not interested in her like that? That is so far from the truth. But when he gets the nerve to turn and look at Yuki, she's rubbing her arm with a furrow on her brow.

"Did I do something… wrong?" he asks. It has his girlfriend looking up at him in shock.

"Why do you think you did something wrong?"

"You're upset."

"Because I made you feel uncomfortable. I started talking about something pretty private without thinking about how it would make you feel. I just went on when it's clear you're not okay with the topic."

Despite the situation, Tamaki smiles softly. "No, I… I'm not bothered by what you said… I-I really like you and… talking about that… my thoughts… I'm trying to be, um, respectful."

It takes a few seconds for Yuki to comprehend what he said before an awkward laugh leaves her. "Oh, my goodness. I'm sorry! I didn't even- I'm so embarrassed. I thought I made you so uncomfortable that you couldn't look at me!"

"No, it wasn't that." Tamaki runs his hand through his hair to the back of his neck where he scratches it. "...I'm really comfortable with you, Yuki."

"How did I get so lucky to find you? To have you pick me?" She rests her elbow on the table to look at him, chin resting on her palm. "Out of all the people in this city, this world, Tamaki Amajiki picked me to be his girlfriend." It feels like a dream when I think about it.

The effect of his hormones acting up still lingers, but it doesn't stop him from making the boldest move he's ever had the guts to act on. He reaches up to touch her cheek with his fingertips, testing the waters as she watches his face with her beautiful lavender eyes. Her Quirk activates with his gentle caress, eyes slipping shut to relish in the soothing movement of his fingers. Her eyes open, searching his gaze, before she glances at his lips he knows are quivering from his sudden nerves and it gets his heart racing. He leans forward and connects their lips in an intense kiss.

His lips are so warm. Yuki audibly sighs as she returns his kiss with matched enthusiasm. She knows, had Tamaki remained unaffected by their previous conversation, his hand staying against the side of her face would travel to her waist where he would squeeze her pliant flesh. It would be to the point she would sit over his lap and let whatever happened happen… at least that's what she would want him to do if she was ready for it—if they were both ready for it. Instead, he's respectful in keeping his hands stationary despite the switch to open-mouthed kisses that he bravely lets wander across her jawline—all timid and short. It's enough to make her whine when Tamaki pulls away after a few more deep kisses to her lips. His face is a flattering pink from his own actions.

“Tamaki Amajiki,” Yuki breathes, eyes wide in wonder and skin a soft pink. “I’m swooning. Wow. Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

He shrugs a little.

“You have a secret past, don’t you? Some girlfriend who taught you all kinds of things. Or maybe, not a girlfriend but a good friend who wanted to help you out.” Yuki laughs. “How intriguing. Was it Nejire? No, wait… Mirio?”

“No!” Tamaki squeaks out while his face nearly bursts into flames. “Mirio… No. And not Nejire either.”

“Who then?”

“Is it important?”

“I guess not,” she pouts. “But what if I want to thank this person?”

Tamaki groans. “Please, don’t.”

“Does that mean I know who it is?”

“Stop.”

Yuki presses herself against his arm, wrapping him up in her hold while she grins excitedly. “Please, Tama? Can’t I know who? At least tell me if they’re a boy or girl.”

Sighing, Tamaki looks down at his food in defeat. “A girl.”

“Hero or Quirkless?”

“Hero.”

“Do I know her?”

He nods. He almost spills who else knows her, but Tamaki isn’t really interested in Yuki finding out who he had an informative sort of one-night-stand with in the past. He wouldn’t call it a one-night-stand, but the few friends who know about it continuously call it that.

“So, I know her… How well do I know her?”

He shakes his head, refusing to answer. He takes a big bite of what’s left of his food to help keep from responding.

Yuki pouts and purses her lips. “I could just start naming names and wait to see if you blush more or not…”

Tamaki nearly coughs out his food.

“How about you tell me what happened with her? Did you only kiss or did more happen?”

“Are you going to get… mad?”

“Why would I get mad? Would you get mad at me if I told you about anybody I’ve done things with?”

“N-No.”

“Exactly. I won’t be mad at you because you’re with me here, right now.” Yuki presses a quick kiss to his cheek. “Before you tell me anything about it… is she the only person you’ve been with intimately?”

He shakes his head. “We weren’t… like that either. It meant nothing. She… taught me things. We were drinking with a-a lot of other friends from school and she offered to help me… after they forced me to admit my lack of experience.”

“Why do people like to force others to share things like that?”

Shrugging, he peers at her. “Apparently, it helped me since… since you liked what I did.”

“That is true. I really liked it.” Yuki covers her mouth to laugh. “This is why I want to thank the mystery girl of your past.”

Another shake of his head.

"Let's see… I can't imagine it's Uraka because she's been with Deku for so long and it took them ages to do anything together like that. Yaoyorozu had a thing with Kiri before her current boyfriend, Todoroki—but I don’t really know her… I don’t really know any other women from school other than Mina…” She looks at Tamaki and sees him scratch nervously at his neck. “Oh, my God! It was Mina! No way! She’s into some crazy stuff! But I guess it totally makes sense she taught you some things. Wow!”

“It’s not that big of-of a deal…”

“Tama, I know Mina pretty well. She shares so much with us when Kiri��s friend group gets together. I’m almost positive she’s done something with all of her guy friends and I don’t at all mean that in a negative way. Hell, I'm pretty sure I've done stuff with her in a drunken night of experimenting." Yuki blushes at the admittance. "Good for her. Mina is adventurous, which means you probably learned some pretty spicy stuff.”

“Not really…”

Yuki hums. “I guess we’ll see some other time, huh? If you want, of course.”

Tamaki rubs his face as if he’s trying to get all the redness out of it. “Are you ready to paint?”

Laughing, Yuki takes one more big bite of her food and nods, resisting the urge to tease him some more. “Let’s go paint something, so I’ll leave you alone about Mina.”

“Thank you…”

Yuki gently turns his face toward her so she can kiss him before getting up to go stand by one canvas.

In the end, the two wound up with more paint on themselves than the canvases when Tamaki cutely tapped the end of her nose with his paint-covered finger. She tried smearing paint on his cheek and missed, only to accidentally swipe her paintbrush through his hair. The clean up was a nightmare when they finally gave up, but the cuddles with soft giggles when they found a new missed paint spot on each other’s faces made it all worth it.

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Can you do a yandere older brother shinsou in the yandere erasermic family (before eri) where he catches reader trying to sneak out but he lets her go for 20 minutes b/c he did the same thing his first week? You can change it if you want tho🙃

You snapped the lcoks of yo ur window open, it was only a day ago that they had given you the freedom of locking and unlocking them to see the sunlight in the morning, you were totally going to use this to your advantage and get yourself out of here for the night, you didn’t really ah e anything planned, like seriously, no plans at all, probably just going to wander about the streets of Tokyo at night. Without your parents, or sister, or brother around to tell you to keep away from things they deem “dangerouse”, which was the outside itself, meaning you wouldn’t even be able to edit the premises.

“Yes” you congraduated yourself as the window opened without making much noise, you swung your feet out and landed on the roof, where a certain purple haired, baggy eyed teenager stood, his arms crossed, startling you to a whole new extent.

“Where you goin?” He spoke, eyebrow raised in amusement as he watched your face drain of color. He was almost suprised you were able to find something in your closet that wasn’t a baby shade of pink, even more so that you had gotten anywhere near your window without alerting any others in the family. The atmosphere was completely awkward as you stared at eachother.

“I’m.... going out. Please don’t tell them! You must have done the same thing at some point right? Well both get in trouble if you tell.!” You whisper yelled at him, waving your arms about, trying to prove your point that he should jsut let you go, you both knew that even if you did succesfully escape, they would just find you in minutes wandering aimlessly through the city you knew nothing about, you weren’t even aiming for escape right now, just a breath of fresh air. A small smile of sympathy formed in his face.

“That’s true, Im Doing this because I love you. Okay? Know that. I did the exact same thing my first week here. I saw nothing, you better be back in thirty though, Follow the rules, be careful, goodbye.” He warned, then disappeared, you stared in shock that he even let you go.. any other member would’ve dragged him back in your room and forced you to read some children’s book with them. Yeah, shinso is Totally your favorite now.

Jumping off the roof entirely, you made your way past the gates, staring back I. Suspicion, wondering if he really hadn’t snitched on you.

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Your thirty minutes were almost up, and you were on your way back, when you reached the gates, you only had like 2 minutes to get back in to us bed or shinso would tell, oh good you were gonna be in SO much trouble if he told.

Climbing up the gutter on the side of the house, and unla Ching your window with such haste that you almost cracked a finger, you heard voices in the hallway. Shinso and probably one of your dads. You panicked immediately, flinging “grownup” clothes off your body and tugging on the silky pink pajamas that you had previously been wearing that night. The footsepts got gradually closer as you buttoned up the shirt (incorrectly).

“I told you dad, she’s Probably sleeping and we’re just gonna wake her up when we barge in there.” You could hear shinso speaking just out of your door, shoving the clothing back in your closet, you jumped in your bed, pulling the covers Iover your shoulders and tugging th giraffe plush close to your chest, closing your eyes and turning the other way with a small groan, trying to imitate the sound of a moving sleeper.

“If i don’t see her in that bed, you both are going to have a lot of explaining to do.” Another voice, clearly aizawas due to the gravely tone to it, spoke. The doorknob started to make clicking noises, signaling you that it was opening when two of the figures barged in the room, quite loudly if you did sya so yourself. You you sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes like a child would.

“Daddy? Is something wrong?” You questioned, meeting eyes with Shinso,then bringing your gaze back to the previously fuming “father of yours. His eyes softened at your adorable sleepy-looking state, all suspicion was thrown right out the window when he saw how comfortable you seemed to be, he made his way to your bed and tugged you back down onto the pillow, pulling the blanket back over your shoulders. He planted a firm kiss on your forehead.

“No darling, I was just worried about you. Go back to sleep now”

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Thank you for requesting! It was pretty fun to write.

(This is unedited so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Have a great day Anon!

#yandere aizawa #yandere my hero academia #yandere daddy #yandere erasermic family #yandere erasermic #yandere shinso #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere platonic #platonic obsession #platonic yandere #yandere Tokyo #yandere family #sneaking out #Tokyo

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kanene-yaaay · 2 years

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Secret Santa and new traditions

Warnings: I didn’t proofreaded it yet, so I believe it can get a bit confusing in some parts. Execpt for AizawaxYamada, all the relationships are platonic. Found Family. Ler!Kirishima and Lee!Eri. V brief Ler!Yamada and Ler!Aizawa. Raspberries. Brief angst. All the comfort. Domestic Fluff. Family Fluff. Around 2.000 words

Kanene’s notes: Haaaaappy dayyy @made-by-jade-222! Here is my part of our lovely Secret Santa and I hope you really like it! Also, I know, it’s long but look sdfghjsdfgh first I wanted to make it long because you wrote TWO fics intead of one so you def deserve something v nice and then I got carried away sdfghwqwertert. Well, I still hope it’s enjoyable!

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Before, Eri thought that happiness was a dream.

During her darkest days, she remembers imagining about love and care and the warmth that came with those. However, not even years and years of daydreaming could prepare her for the true sea of good feelings that having a family, a true family would bring her.

That love felt like a buzzing, a great electric sensation that made her fingertips twitch on her new clothes (which she chosen, after some gentle prodding and encouraging nods, in a mall trip especially for the occasion) legs swinging on her chair, eyes firmly clued on her Papa’s expression, his gigantic smile, as he opened his gift, with a calm and patience that made her breath hitch in expectation.

Usually, she wouldn’t be so energetic, much more full of small smiles and watching gleamy eyes, but today was special. Just like his Dad explained to her, today they were celebrating, which she came to learn that it meant having nice meals together, sleepovers full of movies and candies and gifts too. It wasn’t like birthdays, though, today was Christmas Eve, what meant that not only one person would be receiving a gift but all the people she loved.

(And here, presents were something special, too. They indicated thinking, caring about the person you gave them to)

And she could be the one giving them. She could be the one giving her love to them.

(There was also a guy called Santa Claus, who gave presents too, but she didn’t trust him.)

So, she was very, very, very excited now. They were exchanging secret presents and Papa was taking forever to see his.

“Yamada-sensei!! Just open it already!” Kirishima groaned when the Voice Hero stopped tearing the shiny red paper of his gift only to shake the dark gray box underneath it with a teasy smile and an exaggerated ‘oooooh, I wonder what is insideeee~’ for the third time. “At this rate we are going to be all old and grumpy when you finally open the box.”

Eri allowed her gaze to travel to Kirishima, who winked at her playfully, showing he wasn’t actually annoyed, letting out a giggle when said yelped at Aizawa and Yamada’s synchronized prodding at his side, squeaking a protest.

Eri was glad he was there. His hair was read just like her and Dad’s eyes, and, even if it took a lot of time for her to gather enough courage to invite him to her special day, she couldn’t help but feel more relaxed about her beaming and more frequent smiles when he laughed so easily and beamed right back at her, even more excited with the Secret Santa.

“No ‘sensei’ outside the dorms and classes, remember, Kirishima?” Hizashi tweaked his nose playfully before finally giving in and opening the box without any more dramatics. He gasped loudly, pulling a few pieces of paper from the dozen ones that filled the box with a distant looking gaze. “Affection tickets?” His eyes bounced from one sentence to another, smile getting bigger and bigger at every single hand made ‘Free Hug’, ‘Free Kiss Attack’ and ‘Free Massage’. His heart melted a bit. “I haven’t seen one of these since high school. Thank you.”

The last part of his sentence was carefully directed to Shouta, who hid his blush behind the camera he used to record and eternalize the moment, ignoring Kirishima’s ‘awwww’ at them. He knew how hard it could be to talk about your needs, and even if they needed to always try to be more open about their feelings, it was nice to have a way to say what they wanted without words.

“I helped Daddy to make those!”

“You did?” Kirishima said, taking a ‘Free Dance’ coupon with cat paws and little stars drawn on it to analyze while Hizashi was too much occupied with his victory dance. He turned at her with a warm grin. “Those drawings are yours, Eri? They’re amazing!”

She ducked her head, softly whispering a ‘thank you’ before her attention being caught by Hizashi’s happy “I knew it! I guess this is a win for me.”

“It’s not like I was trying to be secretive about it.” Aizawa rolled his eyes fondly at his husband’s attics, pausing his video and passing the device to Hizashi as he standed, walking to the small pile of gifts in the corner of their dining table, pretending he wasn’t grinning at Hizashi’s thankful forehead kiss.

“Why did Papa win?” Eri seemed momentarially torn between watching Shouta opening his own gift and looking at Kirishima before deciding to stare confusily at the red haired boy, her head twitching slightly. “We are playing a game?”

“Sort of?” Eijirou tilted his head back, his finger scratching his cheek. "Technically, in Secret Santa we were supposed to try to guess who gave our gift at the end, after everyone had already opened theirs. If you guess who gave yours right it’s a win, even if there is no prize in the end, but it’s always fun to try to get it right!”

Kirishima expected a lot of things with his answer, but not the fearful eyes that found his, Eri’s tune being lower than previously when she answered him. “Did I make Daddy lose?”

“No, no. I never cared about winning this game, anyway.” Aizawa, who had been watching this exchange closely, laid his present on the tabletop, voice soft as he crouched to be in Eri’s gaze level, holding her hands when they started to turn into tight closed fists and squeezing them reassuringly.

“Yeah.” Hizashi agreed, also stepping close, showing her a reassuring smile when she turned his way. “Your daddy never really tried to really hide who he got on Secret Santa, but see this way! Now that I know who gave me my present I can be sure to attack the right person with butterfly kisses! Otherwise I would have to give everyone all the tickly kisses and big hugs until I discovered who got me, right Shou?.”

“Of course.” Aizawa locked his gaze with his partner, having a silent conversation with him before directing his attention back to the small kid. “However, now that he discovered that I got the help of a very nice girl, we will have to share his ‘thank you’.”

Eri only stared at him and then Yamada, confusion still lingering on her face.

“Yes, yes!” Hizashi was quick to take over the conversation, slowly lowering himself to carry their daughter, giving her plenty of time to protest or squirm away, and trying to not coo out loud when understanding filled her expression and she looked at him expectantly. He snuggled her close, resting three kisses on her right cheek, each one followed with a loud, dramatic ‘mwah!’ “And, you know,” He winked at her. “I think I am not the only one who wants to say thank you here…”

A smile escaped her lips when Shouta placed a quick kiss on her right cheek together with a small raspberry.

Kirishima chuckled quietly behind his phone, glad he was able to capture such a cute moment on camera. The gift exchange followed smoothly after that, however, the future hero couldn’t help but notice how Eri, even if much lighter than the moment of the ‘accident’, was still subdued, much quieter and smiley-er than previously.

And, maybe it was only his older brother instincts kicking, but he was going to change that. Eri deserved to feel happy and safe on this day, and he already had a plan to cheer her up, thanks to Hizashi.

He couldn’t help the bounce that took over his frame as he stared at the colorful, well thought and handmade card on his hands where the words “Mainly Hero” shone, his eyes tearing up a bit when he saw a drawing of him, Red Riot, in his hero’s clothes.

“So pretty and mainly!” He cried, proudly showing the present to Aizawa when he asked to see it closer.

“Right!” Hizashi clapped, claiming the attention of everyone in the room. “It’s dessert time so, Shou, dear, can you please set up the movies?”

The one being called nodded, already heading to the living room as the blonde walked in the kitchen’s direction.

It was his moment, now.

“Eri, pssst, Eri!”

She turned to him, blinking.

“I need your help.”

That got a stronger reaction from her, who scampered out of her chair and got closer to him, eager to be a hero to her heroes.

“So cute!” Kirishima cried internally.

“Are you hurt, Eijirou?”

“No, no!” He quickly shook his hands in dismissal, trying to dissipate the worry in her gaze. “I actually need your help for a very important mission.” He lowered himself, whispering. “I need to discover who was the amazing person who was my Secret Santa to give them all my thanks! They gave me a really nice gift, you know? I would love to have her, uh, I mean, them! To sign up my card so I can hang it on my room’s wall and never forget their kindness.”

“You… you want to hang it in your room?”

“Of course! Such a great gift should never be hidden. I want to cherish it forever!”

She ducked her head and played with the rem of her shirt, proudness blossoming on her chest. She was happy Kirishima liked it. Very happy. Telling him it was her who did it would be safe, she decided, but she couldn’t help the light anxiety she felt.

“I was thinking,” Eijirou’s tune was softer now, his eyes dancing across the house, looking from the living room to the kitchen. “You know that family a lot, don’t you? Maybe you can help me to solve this mystery?”

He smiled at her. She decided he was safe. She nodded with resolution.

“It was me.”

“You?!” Eijirou gasped and then beamed, as if nothing in the world could make him happier in that moment. “You are my secret santa?! Eri, that is so amazing!” He hugged her, who eagerly returned the gesture, giggling happily, legs kicking when he got up and spun with joy. “Eri! That means now I can give you all my thank you tickles!”

“Tickles?” She stared at him with a shiny in her eyes, a hint of a squeal on her voice.

“And raspberries too.” He nodded seriously. “It’s the tradition, you know. Just like Hizashi-san has his thank you butterfly kisses, I have my thank you tickly-tickles!” He adjusted his grip on her so he could free his hand, teasily wiggling his fingers at her. “Full of silly wiggly wiggles and scribbly scribbles!”

She squealed and hid her face on his neck, a couple of titters escaping and slightly tickling his neck. Oh well, he could endure a few tickles if that meant keeping such a joyful expression on his little sister. Then, he attacked, being careful as his fingers scratched her ribs, prodding and poking every single one before worming his hand under her armpit, fishing louder laughter.

“Kirihihihihihi!” She kicked her legs, squirming happily around. “Ahahahaha! It tihihihickles!”

“Yes, it does! That is why they’re called Thank You Tickles. You have such wonderful giggles, Eri-chan!” After a couple of minutes, he decided to give her a breather, changing his attacks to lightly tickle her neck, leading a sea of titters to fill the room. "Thank you for making my gift, I loved, loved, loved it!” At each word he gave her side a small, quick squeeze.

“Yohohohoou’re welcome! Ehehehe!”

Kirishima chuckled as he waited a couple of minutes for the uncontrollable giggles to end, which took way longer than the normal because, everytime their eyes locked together, he insisted on making a silly face, starting all the laughter again.

“No more silly faces!!” She pushed his face away, hiding her own on his chest, and how could he ever say no to this?

“No more silly faces, I promise.” He agreed, finally letting their laughter disappear.

Then his eyes got a dangerous gleam.

“Do you want to know how much I love your gift?”

Eri, the pure, innocent angel, beamed and nodded.

“Thiiiiiiiiiiiiis amount!!!” He took the biggest breath he could muster, lowering his head and delivering a gigantic raspberry on her tummy. For the next few seconds, only squeals, belly laughter and snorts could be heard in the house.

After such an attack, Kirishima snuggled her close, hugging and slightly swaying her body from a side to another as her remaining giggles hit his neck and her arms returned his embrace, the incident completely forgotten.

“Love you, lil sis.”

“Love you too, Eiji.”

When Kirishima opened his eyes, he couldn’t help the light blush that covered his cheeks as he noticed Aizawa and Hizashi’s grin, the latter proudly holding his phone, probably adding a new video to the gallery.

“Noooo.” He half-heartedly complained, lowering Eri on the ground, who immediately ran to her Papa to tell how much Kirishima liked her gift.

That way, with both occupied in their conversation, Kirishima was left alone to notice the exact moment Aizawa’s fond gaze turned into something much more playful and dangerous.

“Thank you tickles? Now, that is a very interesting tradition to discover.” Suddenly, shivers were running across the red haired boy's spine, adrenaline filling his veins. “Especially considering you were my Secret Santa.”

Kirishima turned around and ran.

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