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nia-journals · 3 years

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Blind Date | YOONMIN Short Story

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park jimin sat in the cushioned chair, blind folded, wearing his casual best, in hopes of impressing whichever stranger his partner turned out to be. you see, his best friend jeon jungkook, had dragged him to one of those blind date events taking place in their city and now jimin sat like a complete idiot and for what? why was he trying so hard? he told himself he couldnt care less about this outing so why did he even bother wearing his best jeans?

jimin sighed and as the countdown on the intercom reached 0 he could hear footsteps approaching. this made jimin a bit anxious. his eyes were bound, he didnt know where in the room his friend jungkook sat and in less a second he would meet a complete stranger he’d spend the rest of this forsaken date with. jimin’s fight or flight instict ticked as he felt someone walk dangerously close to his chair. why the fuck did he agree to this? jimin thought, it was safe to say that whoever came up with a blind dinner date pop-up event was a complete idiot. he now sat in high alert waiting to defend himself despite the circumstances and the obvious fact that he couldnt see anything at all.

so he sat and waited; jimin was beginning to think he’d been stood up even in this stupid blind date. that is, until he heard;

“hello?” a stranger with a deep voice approached him, “im min yoongi,” his voice was eargasmic, it made the little hairs on jimin’s arms stand up and sent chills down his back.

“park jimin,” jimin introduced himself in a shy and unsually low tone. jimin wasnt usually shy but this man’s voice alone made him feel small, intimidated and dominated even.

“should we get right to it?” the stranger’s disembodied yet gravelly voice suggested, “i cant really ask you what you like to eat cause that’s against the rules so, ima take a hunched here and hope you enjoy it. is that ok jimin?”

jimin nodded like an idiot, in a trance. unlike five seconds ago now jimin mentally thanked whoever’s stupid idea was to wear blindfolds cause if not yoongi would be completely exposed to his dialated pupils which signaled his lovey dovey eyes.

“ok, i placed the order. when it comes out please be completely honest with me,” yoongi said, after quietly thanking who i assumed was the server, “i promise i wont cry too hard.”

yoongi’s chuckle.

wow.

that was the most beautiful sound jimin’s ears have ever had the pleasure of hearing. the captivating sound was light and addictive, jimin wanted yoongi to chuckle all throught the night.

“don’t worry yoongi,” jimin let out instinctively. it didn’t matter how nasty what yoongi picked out for him was, he would lie, cheat, fibble, he would do anything to get a shot at a second date with this stranger with the honey dipped voice, “i wont go too hard on you.”

“no, please do but maybe lie about it to the host and we can always try again on our second date.”

jimin smiled, maybe a little too widely and he had to quickly remind himself that yoongi could still in fact see the idiotic smile plastered on his face, “already in for a second date? are you that whipped already?”

“i mean, look at you, park jimin. youre a whole vision in itself. i could sit here all night and talk about how perfect you look.”

“you havent even seen half of my face yet min yoongi,” jimin scoffed in a joking manner.

“fair enough park jimin,” he spoke in a tone of newfound confidence and determination, his voice dropped about two octaves and jimin again froze at how deep and addicting it was to listen to min yoongi’s voice, “let’s get to know eachother before our meal comes to us.”

“fine,” jimin said clearing his throat, “that sounds fine by me.”

“are you from this area jimin?” yoongi asked in his husky tone. fuck this man’s voice would surely be jimin’s demise. he couldnt wait to take his blindfold off to reveal the face of the stranger whose voice had jimin wrapped around his finger.

“no, im actually from busan. i moved out to seoul with some of my friends for school.” jimin said.

“you all go to the same university?” he questioned.

“yeah we do. we all applied together and got in together so we just moved in together and attend the same school,” jimin shrugged. he was infact lucky to have friends who shared similar interests and life aspirations. lucky enough that after high school graduation while everyone waved goodbye to their bestfriends, jimin, taehyung and jungkook were packing together ready to take on the next four years of college right by eachother’s side.

“youre very lucky,” yoongi confessed, “not many people get to attend the same school as their bffs after high school. usually people grow apart.”

“yeah im glad i have them here with me. i’d be a lone wolf in seoul if it wasnt for them.” jimin said. “one of my bestfriends, jungkook, was actually the one who dragged me here?”

“wait are you an introvert park jimin?” yoongi questioned. jimin couldn’t see much of yoongi but he could feel the subtle movements the stranger made in his chair at the other end of the table.

“im as introverted as they come. it took a whole lot of will power, a lot of convincing by my friend jungkook and a million pep-talks from our dorm room to here to get me to calm down a bit,” jimin confessed.

“are you nervous right now jimin?” he let out in a soft yet deep under-tone. his whispering made him sound like an asmrist and jimin wasn’t sure he could handle listening to him talk im such a low tone any longer.

“well i was nervous yoongi, but-“ he began, “your voice.”

“what about my voice?” yoongi asked and jimin could almost hear the cockiness in his voice.

“it’s soothing yoongi, it’s really calming my nerves,” jimin was completely transparent with the man. well of course jimin hid the fact that aside from calming him down a bit, yoongi’s voice also aroused him. that detail he could definitely keep to himself, “in that case i’ll keep talking,” he was definitely now going to begin using his sweet and deep voice against jimin for the rest of the night, “what do you study in school, jimin?”

“dance,” jimin let out, “contemptorary dance to be exact.”

“have you danced for long?” yoongi questioned.

“since i was 9 years old.”

“so youre a professional?”

“i wouldn’t say so, i have a long way to go to be considered professional.” jimin answered modestly.

“i bet your the best in your whole university,” yoongi complimented him in such a casual tone.

“well thank you,” jimin said shyly, yoongi surely knew all the right things to say, “but im not even the best in the whole junior class,”

“i find that hard to believe. on our second date how about you show me your moves?” the butterflies in jimin’s stomach were out of control at yoongi’s blatant proposition.

but at that moment jimin promised himself that he would go dancing with yoongi on their second date.

“let’s take it one second at a time yoongi, i dont even know if i like the food you picked out for me yet,” jimin teased him, “what if it was a complete miss?”

“it won’t be, my gut never lies to me.” yoongi was definitely cocky but jimin thought that was part of his charm. jimin definitely liked it.

jimin laughed, god he wished he could see yoongi’s face right about now, “what about you yoongi? are you in school? are you from seoul?”

“ah, no-“ yoongi started, “im not from seoul, i was born and raised in daegu. i actually, like you, moved to seoul for school and studied music production. i graduated a few months ago. now i work with my friend who’s an upcoming rapper.”

“congratulations on graduating,” jimin offered and yoongi thanked him in return.

“whats his name?” jimin questioned, honestly wanting to know if he’s heard of his friends work at anytime, “your rapper friend. maybe ive heard the music you guys have made together before,”

“his names rm,” yoongi let out non-chalant but jimin almost chocked on his water.

“you’re friends with rm?” jimin let out in an overly excited tone, “my best friend jungkook loves rm.”

“i could get you two tickets to his next underground show if you’d like?” he asked, his offer sounded sincere.

“i couldn’t-“ jimin let up, “we just met yoongi. i wouldnt want you to have the wrong idea of me.”

“i could never park jimin,” there he goes saying jimin’s name again, it sounded so fucking perfect coming from him and jimin could honestly sit and hear yoongi say his name over and over and over until the sun comes up, “how about this, if you like the food i picked for you, i’ll take you and your friend jungkook to the next rm concert.”

“how about we leave the concert for a third date, i want you all to myself on the dance floor for our second date,” jimin said feeling fearless, teasing him a bit in the process, “well if i like the food you picked out for me, that is.”

“thats a deal park jimin, good thing we’re about to find out.” yoongi said, and less the a second later jimin could smell the delicious food being placed in front of him.

“do you want me to help you with that?” yoongi asked as he noticed jimin struggling a bit to find his fork.

“if you could please,” jimin was about to be fed by a stranger with the most mesmerizing voice. to say his heart was going to beat right out of his chest was no exaggeration.

a couple seconds later, yoongi let out an “open up,” and jimin was met with his favorite kind of pasta, shrimp scampi. jimin was glad yoongi picked out a meal he liked because this meant they had a chance at a second date and jimin couldnt wait.

immidiately jimin clicked the right button under his side of the table signaling he’s liked the dinner picked out by blind date partner. jimin quickly took off his blind fold and after his eyes adjusted to the bright lights in the room he was met with the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on. his tanned skin was honey-like and there was a perfect contrast between his brown sugar skin and his plain white t-shirt. his wide gummy smile made his eyes turned to small crescent moons and at that moment jimin couldnt believe that such a perfect voice belonged to such a perfect human being.

“are you ready to put your dancing shoes on for our second date?” jimin asked as yoongi’s gummy smile grew in size.

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this story has very much been alive and well on ao3 give it love there!

thanks for reading <3

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utopiajeon · 5 years

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Hello everyone. sorry for bothering you, but i havent done this, because i always feel awkward posting things like this. But i wanted to share with all my followers/mutuals/friends/family that i hit 1k on this blog, a few weeks ago. But all of the sudden, it hit 1.1k.

First of all, how? Is this even real?? I never thought in a millions years, that i will hit that number, like ever. Or that people will actually follow this amatuer blog. But I made this blog to leave the outside world (family drama, depression, etc.) and share things i love and meet people that actually like the same things that I like. I’ve talked to some people from different parts of world and it makes me happy that i talk to you without any judgement.

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wintrcaptn · 5 years

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Champagne Kisses | Steve Rogers

Summary : it’s been a few years since you have last seen Steve. And the moment your see him turn up at your door, feelings resurface.

A/N : I got bored. And I don’t even know anymore. It’s trash but oh well! Lol. *drake Walker inspired me*

It had been a few years since you last heard from the Captain himself. And when he showed up at your door, different emotions washed over you completely.

Anger had overpowered most of the other emotions, and as much as you wanted to slam the door in his face, with everyone disappearing, you knew you had to let him in.

The second Steve met your gaze, he let out a sigh of relief. As everyone vanished, fading into the air and dropping like ashes, his thoughts immediately fell to you.

But standing in front of you, knowing that you were safe, he felt like he could finally breathe again.

“Are you going to let us in or do we need to pitch a tent out here until you do?” Nat asked, raising her brow.

You cleared your throat and waved them inside. Glancing away from Steve gaze.

“It sure hasn’t changed since the last time I was here.” She muttered, walking down the hall toward where her old room.

Bruce made his way in and the second you saw him, your eyes lit up.

“Banner!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around him. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

He flashed a soft smirk, awkwardly embracing you. “You and me both.” He stated. “I really need some coffee though. It’s been a crazy few days.”

You let out a soft chuckle and nod your head. “I get it.”

And just like that, you were left alone with Steve.

Immediately, your stomach began to churn. Even with all the anger you had for him, you cared for him. Though he would never know.

For years, you were always drooling over the Captain. Especially, every time he came back from missions, wearing his suit.

But the more time you spent with him, training, missions, even grocery runs, you started to slowly fall for him.

Steve was an old soul. Mostly having to do with him being born decades ago, but he was charming to say the least. It was hard not to fall head over heels for the man.

He took a seat on one of the couches, holding his gaze on you. It felt as if they were burning through your body, creating heat to radiate all around you.

“Can we talk?” He asked, his voice soft with pain hidden just slightly.

You met his glossy blue eyes, fighting to keep your walls up as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You muttered.

“Please?”

Steve’s eyes held yours, and in that moment you could see just how tired and hurt he was. The bags under his eyes indicated that he wasn’t getting much sleep, and the lines that formed around his face.

Seeing him like that was hard. Sure, he was always brooding and hard on himself, but you have never seen him like this.

And just like that, you were back to letting him in.

“Fine. But we need drinks first.” You said.

His eyes followed you as you strode across the room, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

As you made your way back over to him, you sat in front of him and poured the alcohol beverage into the glasses.

“Alright.” You sighed, before taking a swig and feeling it glide down your throat. “What do you want to talk about?”

Steve reached for his cup and watched the liquid swirl around. This wasn’t easy for him to say the least.

“Us.” He finally spoke, breaking the small silence that had occurred. Glancing up and meeting your gaze.

You swallowed hard, not knowing what he meant or where this conversation was going. This was all new to you.

“I never meant to leave without saying goodbye.” He muttered, still holding your gaze. “I just—if I came back and saw you, I don’t know if I would have had the strength to leave.”

Those last few words had forced a shiver to ripple down your spine, causing chills to cover you completely. You almost forgot how to breathe.

Steve pulled himself to the edge of his seat, giving you all of his attention.

“I distanced myself from you because I thought it would be easier.”

“Easier than what?”

“Easier than admitting to myself about how I felt.” He said. “I have lost everyone I have ever loved. And i promised myself never to let anyone in. And the more I pushed you away, the more you pulled me in.”

This wasn’t your intentions, you weren’t expecting to sit there and let him back in, but the more his words sunk into you, slowly, your walls began to break down.

“You have no idea how happy I was to see you open the door.” His voice shook. “I can’t lose you.”

Without realizing, you were both sitting at the edge of your seats, inches away from one another.

The way his eyes glossed over, you could see how much this hurt him, almost as much as it hurt you.

“You didn’t lose me.” You said. “Like it or not, you’re kind of stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve’s lips twitched into a soft smile, feeling as if the weight of the world had dissipated in that moment.

You knew you shouldn’t cave in. Letting him in would give him the power to break your heart all over again and that was the last thing you wanted. But his trance was hard to ignore.

And before you knew it, you felt yourself slowly leaning closer to him, but immediately caught yourself and pulled back.

“Alright, I declare this a stress free zone.” You said before realizing the bottle of whiskey had finished.

Steve ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not sure what that means.”

“It’s time we catch up. Three years is a long time, Captain.”

“Does this mean more drinks?”

You flashed a cheeky grin and propped up to your feet. “Very much so.”

You sprinted down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of champagne.

“The wine cellar hasn’t been restocked in years, so we will have to make due with what we got.”

Steve nodded, trying not to smile like an idiot as he watched you from his seat.

Though he was exhausted, and had a million things running through his mind, he couldn’t help but feel at ease with you.

“And maybe we can even play a drinking game!” You exclaimed.

“Oh no.”

“Hey—you don’t even know what the game is yet!” You chuckled.

“Let me guess, you’re about to tell me?”

Your lips curved more at the edges, as you refilled the glasses with the champagne.

“It’s called never have I ever. You say something you haven’t done and if the other person has done it, then—“

“They take a drink.”

“See! You’re a natural.” A soft chuckle escaped you both. “So whoever has had the least drinks after—let’s go five rounds—wins.”

“I don’t know about this...” he drawled out, running his hand through his hair. “You sure you want to go up against me in a drinking game?”

“That sounds like a challenge. And I accept!”

Steve’s brows raised with shock but peaked with interest and decided to give it a shot. “You’re on. So start.”

You hand him his glass while he looked at you expectantly.

“Guess I better make this first question count then.” You pondered your thoughts for just a moment before flashing a cynical smile. “Never have I ever been called Captain.”

Suddenly Steve shook his head, trying to hide the smirk as he took a sip of his drink.

“That’s cheating.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Your turn.”

“Alright. Never have I ever gone dancing.”

“Wait, seriously? You havent?” You asked, a bit intrigued.

Steve nodded, and sighed as the memory of Peggy filled his thoughts. “No. Unfortunately, I haven’t had the chance.”

Quickly, you took a swig of the champagne. “Guess we will have to change that.”

Tension built from there on. You could feel yourself yearning to touch him, even caught yourself glancing at his lips from time to time.

Didn’t help having alcohol mixed with your feelings. It was beginning to heat things up. And you were felt more confident than before.

“Never have I ever imagined someone in this room naked.” You said.

Steve’s body immediately tensed, as he held your gaze with his. He waited for bluff, hoping you’d break and change the question. But you held it together.

He took a long drink from his glass, not once tearing his eyes away from you. It made your legs clench together as part of you wanted to jump into his lap, in that very instant.

“You never go easy on me, do you?”

As you let out a soft chuckle, you shook your head. “Not a chance.”

“Fine, you want to play dirty, then let’s play dirty.” He smirked. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss someone in this room.”

You swallowed hard, lightly nibbling on your lower lip.

“Well?”

You hide your smile behind a drink, as Steve leaned back in to his seat.

“Don’t look so smug, Captain. We still have one more round.”

He waved for you to go. His smile never faltering.

“Never have I ever dreamt about the two of us hooking up.”

“You really play for keeps. I’m impressed.” He smirked.

Steve locks his eyes with yours, while he takes a sip.

Your mind was hazed with the buzz from the alcohol, you weren’t sure how you were still going. Growing into a giggling mess.

“I still have one more question left.” He muttered. “Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.”

A smile spread across your face. “Ha! That makes both of us.”

“What? You’ve never—“

“Nope. So that means I won!”

He shook his head but didn’t fight it. Instead, he had only one thing on his mind, you. Nothing else mattered in that moment, and he wanted just a few more moments of that peace.

“Thank for this. I really needed it.” His voice was soft.

You gently placed your hand over his. “I’m always here for you. But enough of that, what do I win?”

“Win?” He was taken aback. “I didn’t know we were playing for stakes.”

“It’s the rules. You owe me something, mister. How about a kiss?”

“A kiss? Are you—are you sure about this?” He asked.

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. So if that makes you uncomfor—“

He cuts you off with his lips. Closing the distance between you with a longing kiss. You could feel it all the way down to your toes.

It didn’t take long for you to motion back, kissing him with hunger as his hands grasped your waist, pulling you on to his lap.

Everything felt as if it had disappeared and you two were all alone. Wanting nothing more than to take him right there and then.

Steve pulled apart from you, his forehead pressed against you as he tried to catch a breath.

“You don’t make this easy.” He whispered.

Steve furrowed his brows, cupping your face with his calloused hands.

“I love you, Y/N.” He said. “Not a day went by that I didn’t think about you. I even flew out here a few times, ready to knock on your door—but I made sure you were safe. I always made sure you were doing alright.”

If you were sober, you knew you’d never let him off this easy. Instead, you would have him work for your forgiveness. But your mind was clouded and you already caved into him.

“We have tomorrow to talk about everything, but for now, just kiss me again.”

Without another word, Steve pulled you into him once again and held you close as his lips molded into yours.

“You know, if you really wanted to kiss me, you didn’t have to come up with this game.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes at him and chuckled. “And instead of imagining me naked, why don’t you take these clothes off of me?”

And suddenly, you could feel Steve shift under you, as his eyes darkened with desire.

“How about we take this somewhere private?”

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sainadazai · 3 years

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When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.5

"I don't think fire's all that bad, you know"

3rd person pov

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As the sun hung high in the sky the h/t haired girl stumbled around the train station in search of a restroom. Y/n had never experienced the mundane tasks a commoner would usually persue on a daily. Things like public transit, or any transit for that matter, were an enigma to her.

So while elder men stared a little too long and young children pointed at her in recognition, she spun in circles like a lost puppy.

"Its just a fucking bathroom, should there be someone here to direct people or something! Ugh and whats with the school girl fetish, these old guy are creeps..." she mumbled to herself continuing to get more and more lost on the platform.

Meanwhile, the rest of 1-A were making their way to internships as well, Midoriya scrolled into some old guys house, Kirishima bumped into his metal replica, and Bakugou held his grump posture and nonchilauntly entered the top 3 heros agency. He was expecting to at least learn something from this guy, or gain real life experience with villains. He never anticipated being scrutinized for his personality. No shit I'm scary, Im trying to kill shitty villains not make teenage girls put a picture of me on their wall.

For the first day of this new challenged everbody seemed to be having a ridiculously mundane time. Not y/n, though. No our main character was going through it, once she made it to the restroom, she got confused by how easily the toilet paper ripped in her hand and spent 20 minutes trying to get at least one whole time out of the stubborn roll. Then, when she opened up her bag to view the new hero-suot her mother helped design...she found strings¿

She ended up having to look at an example picture and read a guide on how to put what where. It took an additional hour considering the tightness of everpiece of fabric and when she stepped out of the stall to look in the mirror, she deadpanned. How could her mother hate her this much? It was already a burden being so sexy, but this? This was crazy.

She wasnt sure weather she should take a million photos, or never leave the bathroom and cry all day. However when her phone rang, a call from Mr.Woods agency, she realized how late she already must be.

In her rush, y/n also forgot about the creeps men and was recieving many stares, that went unnoticed. Until somebody had the audacity to touch her. It was just a ghost of his finger tips on the underneath of her ass that was no doubt on full display. That would not go accepted, as a girl who had turned her past trauma into nothing but a small personality traits, she wasnt scared. Still, as a woman who absolutely idolizes herself, or so she says, no one in this train station deserved the touch of her perfect, shiny, s/c skin.

The last error that secured her terrible first day was how y/n spun around and grabbed the mans fingertips. When she took a glance at him, he was smiling as if he had acomplished something. Boy was he wrong, only coming to realized so when the y/h girl suddenly had sprouted a vine from his finger.

He watched in fear as it began to grow and wrap around him, all the while the young girl he'd never met before let out a sickening aura that couldve suffocate him then and there. The vine continued to curl up around his middle and ring finger, slowly meeting the flash of his palm.

Once the growing stopped, y/n had almost decided to let him go. A part of her new that her plan wasn't well thought through, and he could be an innocent guy that accidentally touched her.

However, aggression outwayed logic and she looked him deep in the eye.

"You like using these fingers to touch things your not supposed to?"

"N-n-"

"Shhh, dont worry, im just gonna make sure you dont go touching things that arnt yours, okay?" She made an aggresive fist with the hand not touching him and the vine squeezed in. Anyone a foot away would be able to tell, but the both of them could hear how his two fingers snapped and bent under the pressure.

With a satisfied grin at the whispering man, y/n decided he had learned his lesson. Wow look at that, and I didnt even need some manly hero to come save me. Atta girl y/n.

Little did she know that not only did her pro-hero boss come to look for her, but je also saw the whole disaster. He was not pleased to say the least.

Y/n pov

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As the tree like man sat down in his office chair across from me, all I could do was look to my feet. I didnt feel particularily had about my actions, however, I did feel bad about being late.

While it is fun to be spontanious and act like theres nothing to lose, I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to control the earth aspect of my quirk. Ill never admit it if someone asks, but sometimes the only way I can sleep at night is knowing how strong my quirk is. Knowing that they cant hurt me if I stay strong.

Still, it just seems that as I grow older, the people trying to get to be get bolder and more powerful. Some might even say...they get smarter, too. Thats a scary thought; that if I want to stay alive at all I need to be constantly improving. I am not sure if I want to stay alive or not, but Ill be damned if dying or living isnt my choice.

Feeling the need to break the silence, I began my rant on all the reasons I had come up with that justify my actions. I was planning it on the way out here.

"Look, im sorry mr.woods. I know im not very heroic and shit, but when perverts to pervert things somebody has to do something, and its not like anybody else there would have scared a glance if I didnt save myself-"

"Your wrong."

"Huh- I wasnt done. Anyways i-"

"L/n you are wrong."

"Dude im trying to-"

"There was heroes on patrol, how else did you think i found you? There were real heroes ready to protect you, if you had simply shouted people would have been alarmed of such. I dont understand kids and their need to do everything alone." He rolled his eyes behind his mask and continued to stare at me.

"Excuse me but I dont think your in a place to comment on how I react to myself being touched. He was gonna get my skin dirty and for what, two seconds of his school girl fantasy. Ew."

"Your skin....dirty?"

"Yes, he is nowhere near my standards on someone who should be allowed to touch me...not even a brush of the fingers..ugh!"

"Alright well, I cant get you in trouble because then I get in trouble...so, tell me about your quirk while we go on patrol."

His chair sqeaked against the floor as he stood up and it slid back. Then he motioned for me to follow by painting out the door.

Relieved that I didn't have to talk about all the fake reasons people aren't allowed to touch me, and that I could finally get outside so my quirk would stop suffocating me, I was quick to exit the building.

I'm not sure if its the fact that ive only been using a forth of her, but my quirks side effects have been so shitty recently. To the point that our school nurse estimsted my new rate for being inside for an extended period of time was about three hours.

I havent actually combusted in years, but I've been close and god does it hurt. My chest starts to squeeze and I can feel all the energy drain from my body, then pieces of me start to get hold and cold at the same time.

"So what really is your quirk?"

I looked up at the hero next to me as we continued on down the street of the inner City.

"How much did Aizawa tell you?"

"I-he said...she has all the right elements? And told me I'd figure it out.." He scratched the back of his head.

I smirked at that. Who knew aizawa actually listened to the words I said. I was pretty sure after the whole sulking chrollos dick thing, he would have permanently tuned me out.

"Heh, that raggedy ann bastard" I smile smugly.

"So, what does it mean?"

"Ahh, okay so, did you go to U.A?"

"Um yes kid, why?"

Then im certain je knows of my family, explaining my quirk will be easier. God, this really is my favorite part.

I reached my left hand out, knowing he was right handedly and would respond well to it and then spoke.

"Hi, nice to meet you, im y/n l/n of the elementus royal quirk family."

Once he shook my hand I did a polite curtsey, as I learned in ballet to do that instead of bowing. Its much more fun to do this at family event, where I get to wear big dresses and pretend im important...but this'll have to do.

"The-i-oh shit..." He mumbled the last part in defeat, likely just figuring out what he'd gotten himself in to.

"So, im guessing you've got ...."

"Total control, yup" I confirmed.

"And you wanna focus on earth elements, like what flowers?"

I smirk up at him allowing my aura to put an intimidating facade.

"Actually I was thing more like venus fly traps" as I said traps I let my hands clap together mimicking the plant and bit at the air with my teeth.

He stopped walking and just glanced from side to side, waiting for me to start making sense again.

Until we heard some crying in the distance.

The two of our heads shot over and were met with a strange sight. There were three young boys, looked about 8¿ and a man, hero maybe? Crouched in front of them not looking all that nice. He had spike blonde hair, red eyes, gauntlets on his wris-

"Oh my god its bakugou, look sir! Thats the hot guy I switched schools for!"

"Wha-"

"BAKUGOUUUU!! HEYYY!"

his head slowly shifted from the kids to me and it seemed to only make him more angry. Then, once again I couldn't help but bask in the pure aggression...in his eyes.

They were red, fitting for the anger thry held, but it was beautiful. It was passionate, the way he could yell for hours about god knows what because he cares. He may care about petty things, or silly things, but he always cares so much. So passionately. That I can see it in his eyes.

"Oh my, whAt is this costume deary?"best jeanist spoke from ahead of us as we approach.

"Hi sir, sorry about the skin showing, my quirk is heavily enhanced the more my pours are exposed to the natural elements, especially oxygen. If I was more covered parts of my body would begin to go completely numb. Also doesnt my body look amazing! Im a lot more in shape since you saved me last"

I blamed happily at jeanist. Though we arent neceserilly close, he is definitely a great hero and has always been someone who easily sees through my façaude. Plus his fashion sense is wonderful and I often send him pictures of my outfits. Although he doesnt respond I know he sees them and if they were bad he would be mean about it instead of ignoring it.

"Well. It definitely gives your body..access to that. And the sword?"

Ahh...the sword that I liked to carry. It was now stored in its place on my back.

"Call it a good luck charm, plus, we cant rely only on our quirks, then we are just weak people with strong powers. Rather than strong people."

I was always one to put on a show for him, as I do for lost of pro heroes. Its a lot more fun to say things like your all serious and fancy and smart sometimes. Its my little inside joke with myself, like to laugh at how easily people are awed by it.

Like how even though children were still crying bakgou was staring at me face void of emotion, completely struck at my words.

Definitely not..staring at my body that was exposed. Not eyeing the tight strap that wraps my left leg, that he doesnt know is a funcional lasso.

Noticing him, im quick to avert my attention.

"Hey bakugou~"

"Tch you really went from shitty princess to slutty princess huh?"

"You really went from telling deku you'd be number one hero, to making kids cry on the street, huh?" I challenged

I heard the crying boys laugh a little, just the age reminded me of my brother, Im sure they have nothing in common, but I havent seen any of my brothers in quite some time so I suppose a small part of me was just projecting.

I hated that they were crying, though. Ussually I dont like kids, they are stinky and gross and the main reason people have been ruining my life up til now. However, noticing these three reacting to bakugou in a way I wish emotionally available enough for, it made me feel obligated to help them. Wierd, huh.

"Hey, did that guy use his fire all scary?"

"Yeah, he was gonna kill us"

"Fires scary."

I giggled a bit, I knew fire like the back of my hand. It was the first thing I mastered as a child and the way I see bakugou use it doesnt to the element justice.

"Hm, well, I dont think so...can I show you something?"

The kid in the middle, apparently the braver of them, lifted his gaze from the concrete to meet my eyes. Just as I crouched down to my knees in front of them he nodded up at me.

I smiled at this, proud that I earned his trust for...some odd reason.

My hands formed a cup shape in front of him and I focused my ears so I could hear the blood rushing through my own brain, like waves. This was how I learned to use elements singularly: by using my internally noise to block out everything else.

I first allowed a small line of fire to dance around, now bigger than a candle wick. Then through another, and another as the boy watched carefully. Not yet impressed his face was still caustious. However I continued focusing my energy, feeling my body, the air around me, the heat of the sun, even remember the passion from bakugous crimson eyes.

I as I did so the many small flames twirled and twisted within eachother forming into a beautiful blue and orange fluctuating flower.

The boy looked into my hands mouth now agape, tears dried, fear gone. Then, again, for some reasons unbeknownst to me... I felt a sense of pride.

He tapped his friends so they would look up and I continued making my fire into different things, birds, planes, people. The kids were entranced.

I looked back to see the two pros staring at me with a certain level of pride mixer with shock. While bakugou seemed at a loss for words. God knows why this time?

"I don't think fire is all that bad you know..."

"Pft, yeah, I know kid," with that I threw my little flames above their heads and let the sparks fall down of them like shiny glitter. Then, overwhelmed with this horrible feeling in my chest. I retreatdd to my boss for the weak. Was that..happiness? Ew.

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