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sunnyoldbear · 3 years

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I’m no artist but all I think about is Luca so here are my headcanons for them when they’re older!

Luca:

As I said in a previous post, he gets a bit thicker as he grows since his whole family is on the thicker side and he’s very skinny.

His tail gets longer as he gets older and he’s like a little kitty with it. When he’s in the water, he sleeps on his stomach with it curled completely around him. He also wraps his tail around Alberto and Giulia at times if there’s ever a time where it’s raining or something when they’re in the surface.

He’s the shortest of the trio and he hates that with every fiber of his being. Neither of them let him forget it.

He loves space more than the movie lets on, and that’s saying something. He has read almost every book he can find on it and he rambles about it every day.

He is still pretty clumsy and his arms always have a few bruises or scrapes on them. He likes putting colorful bandaids on his cuts because he likes the colors.

He loves helping Giulia’s mom with painting! Not just modeling for her, but just painting with her or learning. It reminds him of Alberto. He’s not… good at it, but he loves it.

Oh he loves dogs. He’s still a little scared of cats after Machiavelli, but Nerone is his baby and he would do anything for that little pup.

Has a massive sweet tooth!

As expected, he loves learning about Vespas and how they work and everything. He does his research and writes letters to Alberto about the best books to read about Vespas to ensure they buy or make the very best one.

He’s always moving, just can’t sit still. He’s always bouncing his knee or kicking his legs or drumming his fingers. He just can’t help it. (He’s neurodivergent yes, but this is the 50s so…)

Still has very fishy sayings that no one but him, his family, and Alberto understand.

Can ramble for hours about the sea and how he can relate it to space. He still loves water and tends to list the names of his goatfish under his breath when he’s stressed to calm himself down. He still misses wrangling them, but he is so happy that he’s free.

Spends hours working on his handwriting because he doesn’t like how messy it is. He wants it to be perfect.

He’s very self conscious about most human things he does. The only thing he isn’t self conscious about is his swimming abilities, but he hides it pretty well. He’s most self conscious about his intelligence, or lack thereof. He’s meant to be at Giulia’s level of intelligence but since he was raised in the ocean, he knows next to nothing and so he has to work extra hard to get good grades. He stresses a lot about it and sobs if he gets a bad grade.

He’s a surprisingly good cook. It just relaxes him.

He loves flowers and learned how to make flower crowns.

He also loves collecting seashells he finds because it reminds him of home.

Like many agree, he is terrified of bugs, but he could never hurt one.

He’s very emotional, but that’s canon so.

His letters to Alberto are typically very long and full of emotions and things about his day, as well as random things. He doesn’t mind Alberto’s shorter letters, and he saves them in a box under his bed.

Every time he sees Alberto again he practically tackles him in a hug. The first time, both of them fell straight to the floor and were bruised for days.

He loves stuffed animals. Since it’s not “manly” to keep them, he gets them “for Giulia” and then puts them on his bed. (Modern day, he wouldn’t give a damn and just get them for himself)

Gets flustered super easily, as we see in canon. Be it an innocent romantic comment or a nice compliment, he goes super red and embarrassed, stumbling over his words.

Still says “silenzio Bruno” before he does anything he’s nervous to. Some kids at school are confused about it but he’s more confused at their confusion. How do they not know what a Bruno is? Isn’t it a human thing?

Loves to annotate his books. Associates certain books/book quotes with the people he loves and will give them those books or repeat the quote to them.

Though Genova is much more accepting than Portorosso, he is still bullied pretty badly when Giulia isn’t around, and sometimes even when she is. He pretends nothing happens or that it doesn’t bother him, but it does. It bothers him so, so much. Alberto can see right through him with ease and is there to remind him that everything is okay and he’s still loved. It helps, but not as much as Alberto thinks it does.

Even with the bullying, Luca loves school so, so much. That being said, he loves summer and being in Portorosso more.

Does that “look me in the eyes. You know I love you right?” thing he and his mother do to everyone he loves.

Alberto:

There is nothing he loves more than harassing Giulia. Being her brother, he loves to tease her, but will fight anyone who does the same.

Once decked Ercole. Got in trouble but Massimo secretly gave him a high five.

Cleaned up the island and erased the tallies he made for his father. He put some of Giulia’s fairy lights in there and has a few extra pillows, books in every corner and drawings all across the tower. He still has a lot of his human artifacts, but most of them are gone since he needs money for a Vespa.

His new tally board has “Reunion” scrawled at the top and its for waiting for his sister and best friend to return home.

Loves being a lifeguard.

Is super close to Machiavelli now and even adopted a stray to be his friend. Or uh… more than a friend, considering the big litter the cat soon fathered.

Alberto named all the kittens after fish.

He always draws things for Luca and eagerly waits his arrival.

Also has a massive sweet tooth, bigger than Luca’s.

Stores Luca’s letters away under his bed.

He and Massimo made Giulia’s hideout a proper treehouse and it’s now a study spot.

Has tons of books about Vespas. Massimo taught him to read and write.

He’s more self confident about his “human expertise” since he does it his own way.

One of the messiest eaters I swear to god-

Doesn’t care much about space, but he’ll listen to Luca ramble about it for hours without complaint.

Doesn’t really have anything he’s super interested in other than Vespas like how Luca likes space, but I might change my mind about that.

Loves watermelon!

His recklessness causes him to have as many bruises and scrapes as Luca’s clumsiness does, but he doesn’t care about putting bandaids on.

Alberto’s letters are pretty short but great!

Definitely bottles things up until he can’t anymore but he’s trying to get better.

Part of him feels guilty about catching and eating fish, but it’s hinted seamonsters eat fish so I’m accepting that as canon and saying he feels slightly less guilty about it. Definitely enjoys pasta more.

Loves the snow, especially when it means snowball fights. (Definitely throws them as hard as he can at Ercole. Son of a bitch deserves it.)

Oh yeah, he swears now. He’s heard a few swears around while making deliveries around the year and catches on. He makes a few of his own, too.

He just makes up words of his own as well as phrases. He doesn’t just convince Luca to say them. He convinces Massimo & Giulia as well as Luca’s fam. It’s a big, fun inside joke.

Loves turning into a sea monster and acting silly to make the kids around town smile.

Honestly he just loves being a sea monster. It’s great to be him. He feels free. It’s not as good a feeling as being on a Vespa, but it’s something.

He stares longingly at every Vespa he sees.

He probably named that girl cat Vespa or some variation of now that I think of it.

Giulia:

I see a lot of headcanons of her with glasses and I gotta say I love it! So, glasses Giulia!!!

Tallest of the three! Alberto hates her for it but she loves it.

She actually takes after her father more than she does her mother, contrary to popular belief.

Though she loves space, after her meeting with the boys, she’s thinking of marine biology. She stays up late every night researching everything aquatic. She constantly asks the boys about sea things and visits in that diver suit whenever she can.

She bullies Alberto as often as he bullies her. Their play fights look so aggressive that people think they’re actually trying to kill each other.

She’s constantly torn between chopping off all her hair or letting it grow out. She settles on leaving it medium length and tie it up.

A very yellow person! It’s everywhere. She loves it so much! The color of happiness, baby.

She’s the first to call Alberto part of the family, saying in a letter that her school wants to meet her brother. She got a letter from Massimo saying Alberto sobbed upon reading it.

Loves to paint with her mom but thinks bike riding is better. She loves that bike.

Harasses Alberto to put a sidecar on his Vespa for her. (Inspired by a drawing by aishimation on Instagram!)

Though she adore her mother, she’s a daddy’s girl and loves him so much.

Can and will punch anyone who calls her brother and her best friend a monster straight in the jaw

Hates her school uniform

Will also pour water all over Alberto just to piss him off

Summertime? I think you mean “training for the Portorosso Cup and also attack Alberto and Luca with a hose for a few months”

She loves to dance

Wants to get tattoos when she’s older

Very much a feminist and doesn’t care how much trouble she gets in for voicing what she knows is right

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More on the way probably. These dumb gay Italian fish and their ginger friend is all I think about dhdhjdhdvdh

#pixar luca #luca movie #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #massimo marcovaldo #luca #Pixar

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littobin · 4 years

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sprung

genre: suggestive romantic stuff, with a tiny bit of angst

pairing: tattooist!moonbin x reader.

warnings: none ? just a minimal language, and kinda heavy making out... yeah

- summary: sanha, the well known skater, had an older brother. and maybe his best friend y/n was too in love to proper think.

a/n note: this is kinda long and emo, it's just my first time writing in this genre so hfjbfn sorry in advance. gender neutral, also for a special friend who encouraged me to post on her birthday. planning on do stuff for the other boys soon. :)

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[1:02AM]

putting a bit of effort into it you open your eyes, tired after waking up from what felt like a long nap.

your head still was unsettled, confused, looking around the place you found yourself at. by some point then you manage to recognize the living room and the nice sofa on which you were lying, such things from nothing less nothing more than the comfy, simple house of your best friend, sanha.

honestly no matter how much you tried to recall it on your mind, nothing reminded you of what could have happened for you to wake up there. despite how it was already one habit of yours to often visit this house where the tall, half black half blonde haired boy used to greet you in with his bubbly smile several times, and of course with his extra peculiar style, ripped pants, bandaids and chaotic printed t-shirts you always thought to be funny.

to be friends with a professional skater since high school days wasn't so bad, after all sanha was indeed one of a kind, such a mature and high spirited boy. he was such a nice goofball, always ready to talk about any topic, share taste on music or learn new things, the actual opposite of what people say about someone like him. sanha has always been an amazing friend, making you feel comfortable and your days a lot lighter every time you went to see him after dealing with responsibilities.

whether your short visits were to spend some time for both of you to help each other with things about studies or just when you missed spending time with him, you were already a common guest. for textbooks and notes purposes or for when it'd all turn into laughs, popcorn and your best friend's favorite games, or even in skate competitions he used to bring you with him at the square down street.

or else, when you'd also come to secretly see the black haired handsome man always on his casual clothes living there with your friend, who at the time he was home would stay sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes doing his works outside at the small desk near the garden, sometimes practicing sketches in his own room.

sanha introduced him as his older brother bin, who unlike him was a lover of all kinds of arts. whom you shouldn't pay so much attention to, but before your mind could go against it all of your thoughts were just as they ended up. constantly filled with him, with the need to see him everyday.

however now instead of going on trying to figure out any other possibilities to what could've brought you there, or even letting your thoughts wander over sanha's brother again, you hear calm footsteps approaching and immediately close your eyes, burying yourself on the sofa's recline. there you pretend to be still asleep, yet not understanding why your first reaction was like this, if it could be just your best friend.

for a few minutes the atmosphere remains monotonous, but soon enough turns tense as you feel someone come too close. two strong muscular arms embrace you carefully, bringing a sweet smell of shampoo you instantly could recognize so well. since the time when, in a game match with your best friend and his brother, both you and sanha attacked him with tickles for being the loser, as a form of punishment. you'd never forget it, for how it was your very first time hearing bin's boyish giggles, and touching his so silky, smooth hair, like a thin fabric tinted by the late night hues.

all of this together sent your heart pounding madly, already knowing who was there with you, especially when his jaw's downy skin brushes against your face for the proximity. at first he made a kind of awkward attempt to put you into his arms, in a position you could be carried comfortably. after one more try he gets to pick you up, and just when he easily manages to hold you firmly in bridal style, taking you off the couch like a light plush on his arms, nervousness started taking over you in silence as you couldn't assimilate where he planned to carry you to.

albeit a bit sudden at times and without much control of his own strength, except when you saw him drawing extremely detailed lines with his tattoo needle for customers at the studio he worked in, to where once sanha took you to bring him lunch, albeit he was too broad and intimidating, and his own homemade food didn’t always come out good for that little rough way of his no matter how hard he tried to do something thinking of you and sanha, albeit it all bin was always too gentle, too loving. it was so much whenever he'd open his mouth to talk with such sweetness and even a tiny bit of timidity to express his thoughts, even though how excellent he is with words, all of his little 'eh?'s when he'd be confused or cute neck scratches, you'd never believe he'd be a professional tattooist for years. he could normally work for all kinds of people, from madams to rockers, and do any type of drawings, from small daises to pretty complicated dragons and skulls. you'd have no clue of it if sanha didn't tell you, also about the fact bin always wanted to be a dancer, but because it was just the two of them and life tends to adapt itself according to necessities, he never thought about doing tattoos, yet casually came to work on it with time.

outside his job bin always took good care of his younger brother, though the troubles sanha would occasionally cause or how mischievous he could be even with him, and bin had to hit his head sometimes. all of his gestures were always docile, humble, treating you as if he was also a friend, and always being a real gentleman. not mentioning the countless times he had his crescent moons smile on up his eyes, just utterly enchanting.

all of this inevitably got you even more lovestruck, and your heart weak, no matter how hard you tried to muffle down those feelings. bin remained as the only man whose your mind and its daydreams for hours never grew tired of, the only one who gave new colors to your days. the more you knew him the more you were sure you couldn't be in any other way than hopelessly in love with him, too affected whenever he'd be around.

before you'd notice it you were thinking about this, about all you kept hidden inside for him. so you just settled yourself to forget what would be going on and let him believe you were really asleep, although in fact tension ran down your nape feeling his body's warmth, heat uncontrollably up your face while you leaned against his large chest.

after a few minutes of more footsteps sounds on stairs and doors opening through he carried you, bin stops at a certain point, slowly placing you carefully over another soft material, which you deduced to be of a bed.

you held yourself static, thinking he'd soon leave you there to rest and go, as you figured out sanha's brother probably would do so by his cordiality. nevertheless almost all at once you were simply taken aback when the male leaned on the bed, and slowly on top of you. his elbows and one knee supported him over, in such a way that made you too weak under his figure covering yours up, as if he was like a huge brown bear in charge. shivers hardened your shoulders, as you feel a heavier breath against your face.

"i know you're awake." he says softly, yet his characteristic boyish voice sounding way huskier than normally. you instantly open your eyes in disbelief over what you've heard, and just so your cheeks turns crimson, realizing how both of you were just few centimeters apart. his stunning almond eyes sparkled brightly into the room, dark and hooded while staring deeply at you. every one of his features on his manly face were lined on a serious expression, seeming concentrated, but almost fatal.

"bin.." all you could do was just mutter his name sheepishly over embarrassment, only to get a sigh from him in response. "shh..." his index finger lightly touches your mouth, tracing its tip to the corner of your lips, your hands starting to sweat cold just by the small contact with his digits.

bin then suddenly towered over you, without removing his intense brown irises from yours and rests his arms around your face, so his long fingers would now caress your hair. solely in this move his body quickly cornered you on the bed by his height. butterfly swarms rush into your stomach, as for a few minutes both of you kept quiet, staring intently at each other.

you swallowed hard. any trivial action like breathing now seemed dull, with him there so close to you as never. bin was like the definition of being drop dead gorgeous, every detail, every fiber of him exuded beauty, to almost seem unreal. through these few seconds watching him you couldn't keep your eyes from wandering, over each one of them. his thin, dainty rosy lips, which looked a little swollen, begging for another one's touches. black hair strands resembling the universe's dark matter hovering messy on his slightly sweaty forehead, and over his expressive frowned eyebrows. soft, milky skin which became a little more flushed as he stared at you, thick neck exposed by his t-shirt colar, wide shoulders covered by his cardigan tucked on his elbows.

oh everything about him was, so breathtaking.

although you couldn't understand why he was doing this, for how in your head you wondered why such an attractive man like him, who anyone would want to have, was there looking this way at someone so simple, still you couldn't hold back such things he made you feel. too many things screaming for you to let them out. and it was just the same for him.

"you know what.. damn it.." you heard bin break down the silence with a shaky whisper, and before you'd realize or question anything he placed your noses together in a soft brush and collided your lips with his eagerly, both of you sighing in the contact.

fear still was the main emotion taking over you, even though you closed your eyes right away and gave in to him, millions of beautiful sensations coursing through your veins at once. you simply didn't have any idea on how to act, what you should do in the first place all because of the frozen state his attitude caused, something you'd hardly come up with in your dreams by how far out of your reach you thought it'd be. however now you just put everything aside, gradually melting away with your knees getting weaker, as you felt bin kissing you in an irresistibly slow, delicate way.

not even through any of your deductions with yourself you'd imagine these little things which had your heart to almost explode now, that his nose would be so soft, and his lips would taste so sweet, velvety in their texture extremely hot and moist, pressing and moving gently as if they were massaging yours. easily you were found anesthetized, like one who reaches the ninth cloud. when they started to move more, just a bit hungrier between small sucks created by him and nibblings on your lower lip, you began to gradually further correspond them into the kiss, wherein he lets out quiet sounds, his pulsations so out of control and his cheeks burning red just as, or perhaps even more than you.

bin was still trying to not lose his composure. still trying to keep the feelings he had hidden for you from being all poured out at once, like a waterfall.

since the first time when sanha introduced you to him as his best friend, after he came home from a rough day at work. since then when you smiled saying your name and he could sense flowers blooming all over his chest, stealing the air on top of his lungs. to every time you locked eyes for too long or your hands accidentally touched his when you'd volunteer to help him in the kitchen. every little conversation, every time you patted his shoulders to encourage him when his brother would as well, never looking intimidated, like most people he knew.

he didn't want to show each drop of his honesty so fast in case you wouldn't flinch, but it was too hard when he had you there kissing him back, only the two of you in this moment, feeling you not repress him but otherwise, just wanting his touches as much as he's been longing for yours. he couldn't help but lose his mind more and more into each of your small actions. your hands timidly plugged on his waist, almost embracing it while his warm, long fingers intertwined with your hair strands, that somes mixed a little in his bangs, or your leg unconsciously poking his. in a way that without noticing bin tightened his arms more around you as well as the pressure of his chest, looking for more and more closure to you.

it didn't take long until the male would part his lips like a bud's petals, and so you shudder with his hot tongue there rubbing your lower lip, asking for entrance. you just give in not even being able to think through all the flustering this new sensation sent on you, and bin slowly deepened the kiss, making it fulfilled by all the so suffocated attachment you had for each other.

little by little his tongue slides in intertwining with yours, as the first thing hitting you was the fresh flavor of his chocolate mint cereal bar, which you were used to always see on bin's hands or pockets, and it just added an even better feeling through you explored his mouth. plenty more touches come up between the two of you so that the male, after staying still in the same position for a little while, suddenly slides one of his arms down. his huge veiny hand grips firmly and gives light squeezes on your side what caused you to jump a few times, running it down in a path of pure shivers to your hips, until he catches your hand still on his waist and without any previous warning pulls it in, under his shirt.

air immediately hitched on your throat out of shock, but bin was immersed, focused on only feeling you more. in the intervals his tongue's tip traced your mouth tilting his head for access, and when he brought it back so he'd press and gently suck your lips with his, the male kept the pace guiding your hand on his large back. slowly he also brought it down to the point of his firm, built up abdomen, which caused chills on himself, and moved your palm to make contact with the warmth of his absurdly soft, fragile bare skin inside the fabric. uncontrollable pulsations took over you the moment you get access to this new touch, your head in a fog of only bin.

this one was indeed a little different from the docile person you knew, with his contagious smile behind gloves and a tattoo needle you were so used to see. instead bin showed to be such an intense man, and why not say sexy, full of alluring gestures you didn't know how to handle, solemnly irresistible. over an impulse you make up a little of courage and start moving your hands by yourself, caressing and feeling his muscles, that have always been apparent on his manly athletic body, as each of his proportions under the shirt.

"god.." he suddenly said under his breath in a way sounding too sensual from his gracious, still husky voice among the kiss, melting completely in sensitivity and a cardiac mess because of you. bin then pressed a few more pecks a few more times on your lips, not wanting to pull away but doing so already for running out of air, through both of you parted trying to catch it.

yet you fail miserably, as soon as you see your best friend's brother face, completely flushed and breathless. his coffee colored eyes dripped fondness and loads of tiny stars all together, eyebrows pressed in such a lovely, affectionate expression you swore you never saw anything so endearing in your life. if it wasn't for another beat skipping your chest when you noticed a small amount of saliva, that you could clearly define as traces of the wonderful kiss of a few seconds ago, in the corner of his mouth.

as soon as he notices your widened eyes, bin's face changes and he cleans it by licking his lips seductively, as if he knew how much it affected you. the cardigan he wore falls from over his shoulders and he removes the cloth piece, dropping it on the floor. a small smile sprouted on his captivating features when he looks over at you watching him, as he lowered himself to your neck, putting his lips near your ear.

"keep going.." bin closed his eyelids, feeling the characteristic and comforting smell of fabric softener on your clothes. this smell which he always had on his memories from that day he shyly hugged you on your birthday, that now made him ask sweetly into whispers for your hands on him again, pressing more of his fine body and chest against yours.

his hips suddenly rolled down in a slow move, stimulating waves of electricity and adrenaline onto your stomach, your state now broke into sighs. you squeezed his waist slightly and involuntarily, moved by your latent feelings as he nuzzled against your neck, like a fluffy cat purring. bin was panting still heavily, sending incessant shivers down your spine.

"bin... you.. you're too much.." losing any lasting control over yourself you buried your face deeply on his shoulder and grabbed his huge biceps, letting out any first thing that would come out of your mind.

he smiled against your skin with a muffled chuckle, light and content for how cute you sounded to him, what got you even weaker as well as over the moisturizer perfume on his exposed collarbones by his shirt, before you went to fulfill his request. soon enough your palms were all over his muscular back once more, massaging them in up and down movements. bin took time to appreciate the feeling of having you into his arms, touching your hair, your nape, your lower back, or your cheeks where he decided to put gentle, tender kisses, that got you forgetting even more about the destination of your fingers under his shirt.

they ran all over his torso, sides, down to his beautiful abdomen once again to trace trembling patterns with your fingers under his stomach, running them up to reach the area of his chest, where you accidentally touch one of his nipples. bin stopped when he felt the stimulus, letting what sounded like a frustrated moan resonate in response, and you move your hands right away. yet you didn't expect him to feel so flustered to the point of, having his weight against you, to this time start distributing wet kisses, full of desire onto your neck and jaw.

in the middle of them bin took pauses where he sucked some of your skin to mark it slightly, or moistened each sensitive spot he left with the way too warm texture of his tongue. his hands also return to be entirely over you, one putting stronger, breath taking grips and squeezes on one side of yours as the other entered under the hem of your sweatshirt, his thumb touching your belly's area. each thing he did left you helplessly more and more of a mess for him, while his hips gave another roll once again in an enticing motion, causing you to feel an inevitable friction you tried to ignore but his moves only made it harder and harder, between his thighs wrapped tight by his jeans and yours pressed in the middle of his from jumping so much with his touches.

"sanha, saw you fell asleep, and asked me to take you to a room.. i went to see you and heard, you mutter my name.. saying that you wanted to have me..." for a moment, your eyes widen in realize, and finally you get how you were there.

your mind gets back remembering how sleepy you were before you'd come to see sanha, something which was again the result of another pulled night thinking about life, studies, and about bin constantly, about how incredible would it be if you had the courage to confess to him. but before you could even die of embarrassment for letting your dreams go too high right at your bestfriend's house, right next to him, bin slowly brings another trail of his warm kisses up your neck, eliciting quiet whimpers from you this time, especially when he stroked your waist skin inside your sweatshirt and reached for your earlobe, instantly capturing it in his mouth to suck on the small cartilage.

"do it now.. do whatever you want." you heard him confess with a bit of difficulty on his tone, for the much any response from you for now would mean to him. therefore he stopped, pulling away as he looked at you with sad traces, insecure.

bin needed to know about you, to get a reassurance from you, one more time of you expressing fully whether you were in love with him as much as he was with you to let yourself stay with him more, or if not, as hard as it could be he'd stop there, despite how reciprocal everything was from your side. he didn't want just a make out with you.

uncertainties still bothered him inside, through several sleepless nights spent on his room's desk among all his draft drawings and work notes, but thinking of the stupid, probably one sided attachment he developed for you, growing everyday because of how regularly he could see you. way too quickly you stole a space on his heart, bigger than the passion for art and colorful designs his job gave him. even when his needle did its work putting on pigment, when he found himself alone before a customer would come, he often wondered about what you'd feel, if you saw him only as your best friend's brother, if it'd be too risky to try and tell you what he felt.

there wasn’t one moment in 24 hours all of this didn't cross bin’s mind for once as the days went by, but he was too afraid of being rejected, to the point of thinking his brother could have much more chances with you. though he left all these things aside when he finally heard you demonstrating something for him as simple as saying his name on your sleep was, losing it all while he held you on his arms.

and so you knew you had to get all that fuss of feelings off your chest at once before the chance slipped from your hands. before you had no option but to go back to your routine of sinking in sighs about what could have been, wanting to be in his arms for a day, when you wanted it to be always.

taking a second to comprehend his eyes you raised your arms around the middle of his back to caringly engulf him on them. it caused bin to unhesitatingly lower himself again, resting his chin on your shoulder and hold onto your lower back, his heart rushing loudly, unsure by your action.

"i want what you want, love.." you confessed as well, still feverish for his previous caresses. then you just rested your face on his shoulder, and with all the sincerity within your heart you tightened your arms in a hug, trying to show your intention of making him feel exactly this, your simple embrace.

love.

as he heard you clearly when you hugged him, the moment you loosened the grip bin pulled his body a little away to look at you again. his serene, loving eyes flickered until they were deeply on yours, oceans overflowing with hope and anticipation into them. "did you say.. love?"

"yes, i.. always wanted to call you like that. can i?" your knees flutter with your own question, just by the idea of being able to call him as something that in so long would describe him so well for you.

bin, however, sighed till the bottom of his lungs, both now filled as everything within into a magical warmth, through every inch of his longing feelings were complete over his exhale. he wondered if he was dreaming, if this was finally the pure and graceful joy of touching clouds, or the lightness of blowing dandelions to the wind, of knowing that you felt the same, despite how he still couldn't believe it at all.

"you're so cute, i adore you so much y/n. if you say it like that, i'll be addicted to you.." the male's palm comes back to find itself cupping your cheeks, as his fingertips against your ear. once again you watch his fascinating gaze and face too close to yours, his irises, his lips to his shoulders, as if it turned into a new habit which would give you life. his voice sounds honeyed, like a blanket on winter, yet intimate, breathy.

almost as an immediate response you blinked repeatedly at the main three words on his first sentence, as of it didn't take long until you blushed violently trying to proccess everything, surprising bin while you placed your wrists at your nose's level to hide your face. you were now too caught up on a mixture of inexplicable waves of euphoria and emotions hitting you, too overwhelmed at all of these extremely heartfluttering things he just said so naturally. god, indeed he was too much to handle, but he still was your favorite.

"don't do this, fool! i adore you too.. a lot.." with your wrists still there your embarrassed expression only increase as you let out, but soon you moved them aside when the sound of his soothing laugh echoed into your ears. "wow.. i guess i'm the happiest fool now."

bin was smiling widely, grinning, perhaps in the most angelic, genuine way among all the days you've seen him do through routine. the crescent moons forming his beaming eyes harmonized as his lashes half closed with the curves on his lips up, giving room for two light dimples, forehead aligned with yours, emotions all over that you still couldn't read, as of relief and affection at the same time on his details. to hear him laughing in a tender and so spontaneous tone, his body seeming relaxed, comfortable, and to be a part of it almost like watching stars at midnight, all of this also made you smile along with him.

without being able to express too many feelings at once or what you'd like to say to him now you simply place your fingers against his face, the small, gelid earring on his ear, touching his bangs between them dearly, as if he'd be made of crystalline glass. another silence raised as you both kept looking at each other, like the night stopped passing around you, until bin draws another small smile and breaks the short distance again.

you took a deep breath, grabbing a certain spot on his shirt when you feel all the coziness of his thin lips pressing more kisses on different points of your face all slowly. on the area next to your nose where he placed the most of them, or on your mouth as he initiated another sweet, luscious round of lips on lips, pulling you closer and closer by your lower back, which seemed to be his best choice for a comfort zone.

but it doesn't take long for his attention to turn back to your neck, stopping to scan and softly trace his thumb on the small crimson hickeys he left there.

"some of them, look like tattoos... sorry, i.." bin whispered, trying to explain himself somehow embarrassed, but gets interrupted by you taking the initiative to hold on his back and get closer.

there you bury your face on his neck and kiss him gently, under his jaw to the beginning of his collarbones, as of every inch of his velvety skin flushed hot and sensitive in goosebumps where you explored. still being a bit taken aback bin shut his lashes and rested his cheeks now tinted in shades of pinkish hues against yours, disarmed by your suddenness. the more he felt your timid lips going so intimate on him, the more unrestrained beats and pantings had the best of him at that moment, bin no longer being able to maintain the same calm. you always had that power to leave him like that, definitely. the only one who ever did.

"there's something i always wanted.. but first tell me, if you want me by your side." one of his thick arms hug your waist, a barely audible moan escaping through he said out without thinking at all, just letting himself upon your guidance, locked on your touches.

the moment you proccess bin's words and what they'd mean your fingers slip from curling the silky strands at his nape, also leaving the curve of his shoulder where you planted more confident kisses, as if by magic your heart was sent on another unbalanced marathon. did he really ask it?

"of course.. of course i do." you answered his doubt with your whole chest, and it was all he ever waited to have you saying.

bin didn't know what exactly made him feel so lost on everything about you, wishing to stick to your side more and more. but he knew it was such a thing way too heavenly for him to not want to dive deep in. one drink, or a way too pure cup of water on thirsty times he'd last there appreciating till the last drop, a room wherein he'd feel better than in any other, or even a necklace he'd carry on himself everyday, a permanent tattoo.

any way it all should be, he wouldn't care. as of the moment he heard you a smile flourished across the corners of his lips again, and in a matter of minutes he held your sides pulling you with him as he sat back among the sheets, placing you onto him all too fastly and strongly in a way you had to look for support by putting your trembling palms on his chest.

you were left once more in a loss of words, swallowing hard over another wave of butterflies when you found yourself held sitting on his lap and facing him, through he gave you such a dangerously charming, sexy smirk, gaze so intense it almost knocked you dizzy like you never thought to be. yet less even would you imagine he'd strip off his t-shirt right in front of your eyes, and reveal his toned, absolutely perfect torso, all of his muscles there totally exposed from collarbones to his lower abdomen, where a black butterfly spreading its wings showed up printed on his skin at his side. bin just let your shocked eyes hover on the sight of his whole sculptural half naked body, before he'd glue your foreheads and squeeze your sides excitedly, also giving attention to your right thigh caressing and gripping it with his other hand through he adjusted you on his lap.

"everything i want is us, y/n..."

he couldn't wait to throw aside his stupid composure with you.

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Love Isn’t An Illusion (1)

Credit to Rightful Owners

Pairing: Todoroki x Bakugou, Todoroki x Reader x Bakugou VERY SLOW BUILD

Summary: Last competition at the sports festival

Words: +-6600

Warnings: Bad parents, mentions of a scary man, coughing up blood (Fake), UA sports festival violence, no friends, quiet kid, fear of failure, fainting.

Tags (I tagged the people who commented on my post if you wish to be untagged feel free to send an ask): @kittycatspervertedheart @lemorrite @gwendlynn @marleps @thicctati2 @saitamastamaticsoup @succulent-momma

A/N: I wrote this for the fans. I do not own My Hero academia or the characters, I don’t own most of the plot for this story, I had watched the show and re-written the dialogue and plot as if the reader was the main character. Everything is centred around the reader.

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Chapter 1

It was the last round of the sports festival, I had made it this far. Sneaking and compelling people to believe in things that weren’t there, to begin with. This was my chance to show off my quirk and let everyone know I deserved to be here. This was my chance to show the world I could be a hero. My class didn’t know my quirk and that was helpful in times of need, I must admit, I had been training and awaiting this day. The girls had gotten into those cheerleading uniforms that Momo had made, it was cute but when Present Mic announced they weren’t meant to be in them I had to stifle a laugh. The side games started and I was so glad I got in.

When drawing lots we all began to go to Midnight and I sighed out trying to calm myself as Ojiro put up his hand and said he wished to not compete, this only would happen three times in his life for this school and that’s if he made it into the third round the next year. He began to explain he didn’t remember anything and said he blamed the player he was with, the boy with purple hair and black under eyes. Toru just said he should go but he brought up this pride and then someone from 1-B did the same thing. Kirishima flushed about manliness and it was nice. Looking at the board I smiled, I earned my place here.

Kirishima vs Tetsutetsu Tokoyami vs Yaoyorozu Ashido vs Y/N Shinso vs Midoriya Todoroki vs Sero Uraraka vs Bakugou Iida vs Hatsume Kaminari vs Shiozaki

So I was versing Ashido first, that wouldn’t be hard. I went into a room and tried to calm myself down. I had to be ready for this, it would be a lot. I felt bad but I needed to win, this was what I was made for. I would win this. My fellow peers were doing their things while doing the other side challenges which was nice to watch when I came back from getting some food. I was worried about this but as I came to the stands to watch I smiled sitting down.

The first match was Deku and Shinso, this Shinso character seemed to be very skilled but also has scared some of his fellow peers and created that show about wanting to go be in 1-A. I had to watch everyone in case they advanced. Immediately Shinso began to talk about how stupid Ojiro was and Deku yelled but then he just stopped dead in his tracks. I turned seeing Ojiro stand and say he told Deku not to talk, Shinso’s quirk needed you to talk.

Present Mic began to yell about how Deku just stood not moving and then watching as Deku began to just walk out of bounds, what was going on. He wasn’t in control of himself, this quirk was far too powerful. But Shinos' quirk wasn’t physical so he had little to no chance in the practical exam, so this was something to remember. He deserved to be in the hero course but it was almost impossible for him to get in. But then Deku stopped walking and the wind blew across the stadium as he stopped just in time, how did he break the hold, it looked like he too was stunned. I had to pay attention to both of them now, both could make it to the next round. Deku ran as he tried to push Shinso out of the ring, Shinso punching and trying to win. I felt bad, if not responded he would lose and with one over the shoulder throw from Deku Shinso was out of bounds. I felt bad but this is how the games worked. Shinso looked mad, I would be too if I was him. People cheered and congratulated them both but as Shinso walked to the stands heroes were congratulating him and saying he could be a hero which was lovely to hear. In reality, he would make a very good hero, villains tended to be loudmouths.

Next match was Todoroki and Sero, Deku came back and joined his friends as I sat at the back of the group in silence. Present Mic introduced both of them and within seconds Sero had grabbed Todoroki with his tape and began to swing him around the boundaries but Todoroki’s foot came down to the ground and ice just erupted into the stadium, crawling around Sero and in front of the class, it was strong. Stronger than anyone here so far, that power was extraordinary. Midnight asked if Sero could move and it was obvious he couldn’t so with a simple answer Todoroki has ready won the match and it was over, Todoroki had won, with ease. This was crazy, I don’t think I could beat him if push came to shove but I would have to do it to win. Everyone in the stands was just calling out “Nice try” no one could beat him, melting the ice they walked from the boundaries.

Next was Kaminari and that plant girl, her voice soft and hair made of vines, she was going on about being a hero and I lost interest quite quickly. Present Mic apologised and I noticed Kaminari have to compose himself, it was sad to watch. Kaminari’s attack was nothing as her vines gripped him and held him in the air, she won. Impressive. That blonde began to yell at us, eyes wide and mouth open, he was quite annoying but the redhead with large fists took him away. I could hear Deku mumbling to himself as he wrote in that little book of his, I could hear him from the back of the stands.

The fourth match was Iida and Hatsume, the match was boring. She just wanted to show off her work and then gloat about it, her mic called out over the crowd, she wasn’t my favourite but then again Iida was trying his hardest. She was smart I’ll give her that but this was extremely annoying. She looked crazy. After showing them all off she simply stepped out of bounds. He seemed mad but then again she was getting what she wanted out of it. Only this time I wasn’t watching from the sidelines but the tv in the room, I was next up and this was my chance to show off my skills.

I walked out and stood still not moving and my face showed not a care in the world, I had to remain calm this was my chance. Present Mic introduced us “The silent scary one Y/LN Y/N from the hero course vs... is there some kind of purpose for those things sticking out of her head, from the same class Mina Ashido” she was stretching as I simply stood still not wanting to move, I needed to focus.

“This match is going to be a piece of cake” she smiled and pointed to my form cutely if only she knew what she was in for. I felt bad that she didn’t know my quirk and I knew hers but I had gotten in on recommendation thankfully otherwise I'd be in Shinso’s shoes. I didn’t respond to her. I knew her friends would be cheering her on but I couldn’t help but be saddened no one would be cheering for me.

Once the match began she slid along the ground by her acid, like ice skating. I stood still and I could see the confusion and peoples faces. I turned and looked to her, she was smiling and so happy to be here and in this match, she was confident. She was fast but not fast enough. Closing my eyes I opened them and she froze instantly. My quirk allowed me to create illusions that not only I could control but could do damage if I so wished, I preferred fears. Her fear was hard to determine, she had a few but creepy things seemed to fit. It went dark for her though I could still see in the real world, she fell to the floor clutching her arms in fear. The crowd went silent as she shook her head.

“Get away from me” she screamed and I made the creature try to swipe for her and tear up the ground, you could see the ground tear and then with a simple breath out she got up and began to run, this is what I wanted. She was running and fell, she was so scared. I could practically feel her heartbeat “I said get away from me” everyone had their fears, no one could beat me, I could win this all. A few more swipes and then she was out of bounds and I stopped the view. She looked around. That's all I needed to do.

“Ashido” Midnight called out and she looked around and then looked to me in fear and shook her head “Is out of bounds. Y/N will be moving to the next round” it was silent as Ashido looked out to me and shook her head. She couldn’t see or hear during an illusion or manifestation. She didn’t know what was going on. The crowd was silent as I began to walk back to the door, I came out of.

“She didn’t even move” “How did the ground tear up” “Ashido looked terrified” “That was unfair” “What even happened”

I heard a few people ask and then onto the next round. I could have shown them all, what Ashido was seeing but then my next opponents would know my strategy. I didn’t want to attend the next match, I went to a back room and sat down looking at the monitor. I hoped Ashido was ok though, I didn't mean to scare, or, I did. I just needed to win, I wanted to show off.

Tokoyami and Yaoyorozu, their quirks were very impressive and it was hard to try and figure out which would win but I had an idea. I had been studying everyone through my time at UA. Yaoyorozu questions herself which is something she cannot do in a match while Tokoyami relies on Dark Shadow. Once the match began Dark Shadow was pushing her and within seconds she was out of the boundaries, she stood there for a moment as Tokoyami just walked out. That was incredible. He barely moved, barely did anything.

Then came Tetsutetsu vs Kirishima. The match was long and very boring but cute in some sorta way. They had the same quirk, they fought with a lot of passion but I left the room to wait for my next match. Walking in I wasn’t expecting to see Iida, Deku and Uraraka standing in there. I should have thought ahead. Uraraka looked scared but the other two I think are trying to comfort her in a way.

“Oh hey Y/N” Uraraka spoke and the two others turned to me with questioning looks. I stepped back as she looked me over. Why was she looking me over?

I bowed “Sorry I didn’t know this room was in use” I quickly turned and tried to leave as fast as I could. I could hear them talk but I was walking away by then. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, Ashido I didn’t doubt had told people what she saw and I didn’t want to face anyone just yet. Going back into the viewing room I was grateful no one was there.

The next match was Uraraka vs Bakugou, no wonder she was scared. I would be, I wanted to root for her but Bakugou was so strong and dedicated to being a hero I didn’t doubt he’d pull out all the stops to win. I paid close attention as I may have to go against one of them in the future.

When the match began Uraraka just sprinted straight for him with no mercy, this was insane. With one swing of his hand, she was sent barreling into the side of the boundaries, smoke weaving around them. Bakugou did another hit through the smoke but it was her jacket, behind him. His reaction time was crazy turning and simply blasting her once more. This continued, she ran at him and then he exploded. I applauded her determination and Bakugou’s power. Bakugou was far too strong to be in the first year, this continued her running then Bakugou blasting her away. She wasn’t resting and her energy would soon run out. People were complaining and Eraserhead quickly shut them up with saying Bakugou knew she deserved to be here and wanted to show his power. I had to agree but Uraraka released her quirk, rocks falling from the sky, he tore up the floor. A very smart idea, as they fell to the stadium she ran with the rest of her strength though all he did was hold his arm and let out an ear ringing explosion. I could feel my room shake with the force. How was he that strong, that is insane. As the smoke cleared he was fine, not a single injury, untouched. She stood up but her body fell to the ground making Bakugou stop. This was crazy, her body was giving up on her, exhausted. Though I couldn’t blame her, she had been exploded endlessly. She was taken out and Bakugou won the match. Round one, done.

The first match of the second round was Midoriya vs Todoroki. This was sure to be interesting. I hadn’t gone back to my class not wanting to face them until the end of the festival. I wanted to show that I could do this but the look in people's eyes when Ashido lost was heartbreaking. I had to pay close attention to them both. Within seconds Todoroki had let off an ice attack but Deku was able to counter it at the cost of his finger. Doing it again he was now four fingers down, two from his last match. This was far too intense, he was hurting himself to have a chance at winning. Deku just continued to break his fingers, his quirk was very strange indeed. Why did his quirk hurt him so much, a quirk was a part of you though he seemed to reject him. One hand down and he was caught in ice only to use his whole hand. With ease, Todoroki got up and was ready to fight again. Did Todoroki have a limit to how much he could use? His ice power seemed to be limitless. Deku then began to talk to him, there was no volume to the tv, though I did notice the shake in Todorokis' arm, he was getting cold. That was his limitation though why didn’t he use his fire quirk. Todoroki was just running at him, he was slower though, Deku was able to land a hit, that was impressive in itself. They were using everything in their power to win, to show off their power. I was leaning close to the tv to watch them, they both had so much power I didn’t know if I could win against them he was using his body no matter how much it hurt him. Deku landed another hit to Todoroki. Deku landed another punch and Todoroki seemed out of it, he looked out of this world but he still got up. The sound was off but he had said something, why was no one stopping this. Todoroki just burst into flames, his firepower in use, what had Deku said to get him so riled up. No way Deku could win this. Would I have to fight him, there was no way I could win against that. When their power collides the building shook once more and I held the TV looking around desperately trying to see who won but as the smoke cleared then Deku just fell, Todoroki won. I wouldn’t have to fight him, right? There was not a chance in the world I could win against him. I leaned back in the chair and shook my head, there was not a chance I could win. He had to be afraid of something, right? Shiozaki vs Iida was over quickly in my opinion, Iida was far to fast for her to do anything but then it was my turn once again. As I walked out the crowd went silent and I looked to Tokoyami.

“Begin” Present Mic called out and I could hear the cheering for Tokoyami but none for me, this was incredibly disappointing. I wondered if my parents were watching this, were they proud of me.

Breathing out, I could win this, with ease. Once the match started he brought out dark Shadow, a powerful quirk I have to admit but not strong enough to beat my own. The sad thing was that he feared his quirk, my illusion turned the sky into a dark abyss that only Tokoyami could see, I kept Dark Shadow out of it, in case he did indeed think he had more power than he did. Creating another view for Tokoyami was that his friends were in danger they both left fighting me to try and fight their inner selves. Dark Shadow was brought into his host quickly, the darkness was only a ruse it was easy for him to do so but with the image of Dark Shadow trying to get out I made a patch of light appear and he began to run. Once there the darkness cleared and he was out of bounds. He turned to look at me then down at himself and his eyes widened as I bowed and turned on my heel.

“Look at that, she didn’t even move” Present Mic called out and I looked to the ground as I made my way into the hall I came from. “What is her quirk” he called out and I looked up as people viewed me, looking back down I could hear him finish “I wouldn’t want to fight her”

The yelling began again, they wanted to know what I was doing. Not yet, my next match was Iida who was far too smart for his good. I walked out of the stadium and made my way back to the room I was in, the back one, the one no one went into. Then came Bakugou vs Kirishima, Kirishima had won against his opponent via an arm wrestle. I was next this was news to me but not an issue at all.

Kirishima and Bakugou’s fight was long but very interesting indeed, Bakugou continued to counter, Kirishima had a limit to his quirk. Bakugou laid hit after hit on Kirishima and then he was gone, Kirishima was knocked out and Bakugou was ready to advance. I was versing Iida and then either Bakugou or Todoroki, at that thought I shivered. I would have to give my all, both of them seemed level headed but I could create anything. I could do this. My quirk was strong and hero material I could do this.

Standing up I began to make my way to the stadium once more, walking out I breathed and came to stand opposite Iida. “Your quirk is strong” he called out, he was fast. I would have to use my quirk immediately and possibly still dodge.

“As is yours” I stated and everyone went silent as did he. I didn’t talk in class and tried not to as much as I could, he wasn’t expecting a response and neither was the crowd. I stood still once again and nodded to Iida who nodded back. Closing my eyes I breathed in.

“Begin” Midnight called out and my eyes burst open to take over Iidas view as I jumped to the side to avoid him though that was all it took for him to stop and take a step back. He didn’t quite fear what I was showing him but he cared about people far too much.

“Y/N” I heard over the loudspeaker “This is too show your quirk, please let the crowd see what you are doing” I sighed, I didn’t want to show anyone before the final round. I could see both Todoroki and Bakugou viewing my fight “This is your teacher” with a simple huff I let everyone see what Iida was seeing.

I was coughing as he stopped and it looked like the people in the stands cheering. I fell to the ground and when I looked up blood was falling from my lips “Y/N” he called and ran over as it looks like Midnight did too, coming to stand next to me as I continued to cough up blood.

“You see her quirk is illusions that is like a manifestation. Iida was trying to ask if I was okay and the look on the crowd was disbelief. “She can make you see what she wants, though she plays on people’s fears or worries. Iida cares about people too much”

“Take her to recovery girl, you’re the fastest. Go now” I coughed again my hands coming to hold the blood “It is ok she will be looked after” Midnight called out as Iida picked me up and began to run out of bounds once he had reached that point I fell into ash in his hands and he stopped and I let the view go back to normal. He turned and saw me.

“It was a trick, it seemed so real” he whispered and I bowed to him. I felt bad, but I was forced to show off my quirk, it was something I had to do. If Aizawa hadn’t spoken I could have won and the boys wouldn’t know my quirk.

“Y/N advances to the next round” a loud and roaring cheer erupted and I smiled lightly, I could hear my name being called and people talking only this time it wasn’t negative or confusing but positive and congratulating.

“With a quirk like that, she could be offence and defence not to mention they can cause physical attacks” “I want her at my agency” “Her quirk could be used in any hero setting” “Strong and in control of the situation, hasn’t move except that small bit with all her fights”

I walked out feeling in control and ready for the next match. Going back to my room I got ready to watch Bakugou and Todoroki. I was going to be versing one of the two and at this point, I didn’t want either. They were both so strong and had seen my quirk they could try and get out of it but I could just hide. I could do this.

I was watching them so intensely, as they walked out into the stadium, I could feel my heart pound. I was going to have to face one of these people and now they both knew my quirk. They looked so in control and ready for a fight. When the fight started I leaned forward watching as Todoroki placed his hand on the ground ice erupting at lightning speed towards Bakugou, faster than with Deku. He’s recharged. Bakugou was fast though his hands moving as though it meant nothing to him, I could hear the explosions through the stadium, they were giving their all. Ice encircled him, was this the end of the match. Did Bakugou lose that quickly? The ice was at the top of the stadium, sharp and cold. I felt a shiver run down my back at the thought of versing the ice maker. Then came the rumbling, rhythmic and strong, what was this, it had to be Bakugou. An explosion rang out the ice exploding around the stadium and Todoroki jumped back, they were so strong. Watching Bakugous' hands gently lean on the ice, steam was created, within seconds they were barreling towards each other. I leaned forward my eyes wide, I couldn’t fight them. I was scared and I was nowhere near the fight. Bakugou was too fast making a quick move and grabbed Todoroki flipping him over, ice is what caught the other. They could both do close combat and distance, offence and defence. I should be doing a Deku and writing down everything I could. Todoroki surfing ice, Bakugou made another hit but Todoroki just threw him away, why wasn’t he using his fireside? He could potentially win if he did. Little explosions burst from the palms of Bakugou only then he was running at full force, who would win this. Todoroki just stood there, Bakugou jumped using his explosions and then began to twist, creating a tornado of sorts, fire stretched along the others arm, this was going to be big. The impact was made the stadium shaking as it had so many times that day, I couldn’t look away. Just like with Deku's’ fight I looked desperately trying to see who would still be standing after that. The smoke cleared and Bakugou laid on the floor, with Todoroki now sprawled over his ice, out of bounds. Bakugou ran and yelled but there was no sound I couldn’t hear it, what was he saying? Then he collapsed Midnight’s clothing ripped and producing her quirk. Once Bakugou was awake and ready I was going to fight him. I was going to have to fight Bakugou. What could I do against him?

Leaning back I looked over when Bakugou’s face was seen on the screen next to my own, saying “Final round” I was shaking. He would awake soon and I was already shaking. My hands began to sweat, what could I do against a powerhouse like Bakugou. This was far too intense for my body and mind to take. I moved to grab the water next to me and downed it in one go, trying to calm my nerves. Standing up I began to pace. What could I do too not only wow the spectators and agencies but win? He knew how my quirk worked now, I couldn’t do a single thing. No one could hear him when in one of my illusions and it would be a lot of energy to use everyone in the crowd and keep my body from being exploded in real life if I got injured the illusion might break. A few more side games and I was being called out, Bakugou was awake and angry from what I had heard.

Walking out to the stadium, I breathed a sigh and walked up the steps to see Bakugou, small explosions coming from his palms and I stood still looking over at him “I know how your damn quirk works, you can’t fool me” he yelled and the ground went silent waiting for me to respond.

Leaning to one side I smiled an illusion come next to him “Oh really” it whispered and he growled, a hand moving up his arm the illusion exploded within a second, I smiled “I think I'll do just fine Katsuki Bakugou” his eyebrow raised in question before he yelled in anger.

“The final match Katsuki Bakugou vs Y/N Y/LN. Begin” he yelled and I smiled as he began to run full speed towards my direction. I wanted this to be a show, a show for all to see. But he was faster than I expected within seconds I created a wall around my body, a physical illusion, he was stopped for the moment. Moving away I made an illusion of myself on the ground kneeling as an explosion went off and I was laying on the ground, quickly moving to get up as the wall fell into ash.

He followed that one. It was easy to fool him, too easy. By letting the audience see what was happening, all except one. Aizawa. He could prove I wasn’t cheating once my plan was complete. Bakugou followed my running figure. I made sure to make everything look as it did, even the TV’s showed the copies. I could only control inside the stadium so the people at home would be seeing me standing, that was ok.

“You won’t get away from me” he screamed and I created a wall around fake me, just too look like I was trying to get away faster, he exploded it. Perfect smoke. The smoke clouded his vision and I made the boundaries a little bit bigger. Not enough to notice and moved me to make it look normal once more. I may as well sit down for this match. No, I had to stay focused.

“I think I'm doing pretty well” the copy called out and he growled explosions going off as I created one behind him as my fake me disappeared, an illusion inside an illusion. I kept creating them, faster and faster as he exploded them then with a final one. Boundaries were a bit bigger, each hit. The original fake me then got too close and exploded, making them physical she was thrown back harshly all illusions falling to ash. I looked to be struggling, trying to get up as the copy held their arm in pain, the arm they landed on. It looked so real, I was getting good at this.

“Your physical body can still be harmed” he smirked and I did too the real me. He hadn’t landed a single hit on my form, he was too focused on destroying my copies to worry about the size of the boundaries, he was getting closer. I was thinking too much I didn’t notice him running. So with a fast duck and punch to his ribs, the copy sent him flying.

“You make it sound like I don’t know hand to hand combat” the copy smiled and then clutched their arm again, the arm began to shake, he took notice, good. He was up within a second running once more, hand to hand continued but with one big blow to the copy, she was sent flying through the air and landed with a thud, a loud and bone-cracking thud. The crowd yelled and cheered. Stay focused, everyone would know my power. I could win this. I had to stay focused. I was so close to him going out of bounds.

The copy tried to rise and fell once, then rose body swaying in not only exhaustion but pain. This was a hard illusion to keep up, a lot of changing and moving. I had to work harder, I was losing focus and my own body swayed. Shaking my head I looked back to them, Bakugou was smirking and walking slowly to the shaking figure. Now was the time, the copy looked around and then more copies appeared and the original disappeared.

“You won’t beat me” explosions so many explosions went off. I continued to make them, running at him. Flipping and disappearing before reappearing in different areas. Hit being made and then being exploded. I almost fell, this was a lot to take. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts and expanded the boundaries with each blow. Smoke clouding his vision. I look down at my real body, I was still in the boundaries, I was losing the sense of where I was. I needed him out of the boundaries. The original fake appeared on their knees and breathing heavily, then I noticed I was doing the same. This was a lot of energy to produce. Aizawa could see both the illusion and myself in reality. I stood up as did the copy though they held their arm.

“You and these damn illusions” he yelled and began to run, as did the copy trying desperately to make illusions to stop him. I was running on empty. I took the last bit of my energy to make a copy behind him that twirled in the air and sent a hard and powerful kick to his back. Sending him falling, his torso was out of bounds, the real ones. Immediately the illusion fell to ash as I swayed. Bakugou looked down as everyone was confused then saw me and it was silent. “It was all an illusion” he turned.

“Y/N made illusions inside illusions to make it seem like she was there though that whole match” Aizawa paused as did the crowd “she did not move” I could see everyone turn to my heavily breathing figure. Cheers and congratulations. “She allowed me to see but not the crowd to allow a sense of realism” another cheer but it was blurred in my ears.

“Bakugou is out of bounds. Y/N is the winner” Midnight called and I could hear the cheering murky and blur but I swayed. Bakugou turned and looked at me, he was angry but I watched his face softened as my eyes rolled back.

I could feel my body falling, I had gone far past my limit to win. I wanted to show everyone I could do this. To show even with a deceiving quirk I could still be a hero. I knew the cameras would see me just standing there so everyone would know how much effort it took to create such a show but within a second. My eyes rolled back and I fell, my body hitting the floor with a thud and I passed out. I used too much energy. Before all my senses faded I did see Bakugou running “Y/N” I heard the yell but I was gone.

I came too, I had been told I was out for about twenty minutes as my body regenerated. The award ceremony would be happening in the next ten minutes so I should get into position. I had also been told I was brought here by “My opponent with the spiking hair and angry look”, known as Bakugou. I had to thank him. I drank some water and devoured a protein bar.

I walked to the area here pillars of rock would move up to show the finalists and smiled seeing Todoroki and Bakugou there. “Hey” I called my voice small and my hand waved. Todoroki turned and smiled too, well it wasn't a smile more of a straight line, but more than a frown. I made my way up the steps and could hear Midnight calling to the crowd that the award ceremony would be complete in a matter of minutes. “Bakugou” he turned to me, face angry and arms crossed. “Thank you for a good fight and for taking me to the nurse”

“Whatever” he started and I nodded, I was trying to talk to make this a little less awkward. “I’ll just destroy you next year, I’ll get better and kill you” he yelled his head high and body tense. That was Bakugou. I could see Todorokis’ eyes roll in annoyance and I nodded.

“I look forward to facing you again” I smiled and then a copy of myself appeared behind him whispering in his ear “Bakugou” he turned and his arm went straight through the copy with an added string of curses. I couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Y/N,” Todoroki asked and I turned nodded for him to continue “Why did you say Bakugou’s full name when fighting him,” he asked, he had noticed that. I flushed lightly and swatted my hand quickly.

“Well it’s apart of my quirk” I started and Bakugou seemed interested now, his gaze turning from the now gone copy to my eyes. “I can make anyone see an illusion but only the physical ones work when I know someone’s name” I added and they both seemed very interested now.

“You need to know someone full name for the physical attacks to work” Bakugou questioned and I also noticed Todorokis’ mouth closed as I was guessing he was going to ask the same question as to his classmate.

“No I need to know a name, whether it be the first name, last name, nickname, a name they go by, hero or villain name. When I was recommended I tried it on Aizawa not knowing his first name or last name, still don’t know his first name but my quirk worked, he doesn’t know nor do any of the teachers, I tested this myself. I just need to put a name with a face and since I go to school with you both” I created copies to stand behind them whispering in time “I know your names” they turned and Bakugous’ yell rang out as Todoroki looked at the copy.

“Now the awards” the copies fell into ash before disappearing as the pillars were hoisted into the stadium, the three of us standing in silence as if nothing had happened between the three of us just moments before. The crowd cheered and replayed the best parts of the festival. I looked up and saw all mine were just me standing there though they did add in the one where I fell as Bakugou was fighting my copies, did they have to show that. “And who better than to give the awards” Midnight shouted as All Might came into view.

Jumping down and landing in front of us I waited for my turn. “Todoroki, you battled well” he continued to go on and they had a little conversation I didn’t pry into, I just wanted this to be over, I was tired and needed rest. I had to go home after this, I could show my parents my victory, I wonder if they watched it. “Bakugou my boy, you sure went hard” they didn’t care when I got into UA so would they care about this. “Y/N” I heard my name and looked up seeing All Might. “Still off in your little world I see, you fought hard and it was smart not showing your quirk to the stadium and allowing Aizawa to see that Bakugou did leave the boundaries. Strategic, you’ll make a great hero someday” placing the medal around my neck I smiled and nodded, bringing me in for a hug I couldn’t help but hug back “Now we just need to work on your stamina” I nodded and the ceremony was over.

I looked down at my medal and smiled, I won the sports festival, this was the best day of my life. I sat and watched this for so many years and now I was the winner. We were told our parents were picking us up after the festival and I could see people waiting. I watched as my mother rolled up and got out of the car I walked over.

“Mum did you see me” I held my medal proudly in my hand while it was still around my neck. I didn’t notice people looking “Mum I won. I won the sports festival” she walked past me and signed off that she was here to pick me up, when walking back I smiled “Mum I won” I repeated with a smile showing off my medal.

With a dramatic sigh and a lift of her brows and sunglasses, she looks to me, then down at the medal “Very nice dear, a medal. You participated, good for you” then she began to walk off. I could see the way people looked down or their parents looked to my own. This wasn’t the time or place to show my parental problems.

“Thank you Aizawa” I whispered and walked to the car, everything was silent. She thought it was a participation award after I had said I won. I had been waiting for this day since I first saw the sports festival and she didn’t even give me the decency to congratulate me. Getting in the car I closed the door and put my seatbelt on as we drove off. I didn’t miss the saddened faces of my peers. ________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2

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Picani's Therapy House

Virgil feels like he might need some specialized therapy to help with being touch-starved and anxious about asking for love. Fortunately, there is a Therapy House nearby that just might help him...

There, he meets Dr. Picani and his special assistant: Şüräle!

Şüräle is a mythological character that I revamped and turned into an OC. Here's the link to the character:

https://trashyswitch.tumblr.com/post/625922793756917760/%C5%9F%C3%BCr%C3%A4le-added-drawings

In this fanfic though, Şüräle is a cute little grey stuffed mouse. This is what they look like: https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/uOEAAOSwlixfJJgE/s-l1600.jpg

Hope you enjoy! And thanks @agarus-fallen-lershal for the adorable suggestion!

Chapter 1: A Welcoming Environment

Virgil walked into the open door and looked around the room for a second. The waiting room was childish-looking, but also homely. The room was painted a light purply blue color and covered with vines filled with little multi-colored flowers on them. The waiting room chairs were comfy-looking dorm chairs that were littered with cuddly blankets and fluffy faux fur pillows. There were side tables with sequined stuffies and those squishie toys, and even a pop up bin filled with pillow pets! Lastly: in the middle of the room was a kids table and chairs filled with interactive books and coloring pages with crayons.

Virgil smiled at the cute atmosphere, and walked towards the secretary. The secretary was wearing a light blue collared shirt with glasses, and had a big genuine smile on his face.

“Welcome to the Special Therapy House! I’m Patton. Are you here for an appointment?” The person at the desk asked.

Virgil was immediately caught off guard by the loud voice, but felt somewhat comforted by the heartwarming personality. “Y-...Yes.” Virgil replied.

Suddenly, someone else walked into the room. He had a black jacket on, a white shirt underneath and a pair of sunglasses on despite the man being inside a building. “Hey Pat: tone down the excitement a little bit. You’re scaring the poor little anxious man.” The stranger warned.

Patton sighed and turned to face him. “I can act how I want. And I want to make the new person feel welcome.” Patton explained.

“Well, guess what? You’re making the new person feel like running away. You wanna make them feel comfortable and safe. Not overwhelmed and anxious.” Remy explained.

“I’m...actually okay with how Pat introduced the therapy house. It...made me feel better about the type of therapy I’m here for.” Virgil explained a little quietly, but loud enough for the guy to see.

The guy with the sunglasses narrowed his eyes, but soon softened his expression. “Okay. A little warning though, I’m the only one that calls him Pat. Alright?” The guy warned.

Virgil put his hands up in surrender. “Okay.” Virgil replied.

When the sunglasses guy left the room, Patton waved him off. “It’s alright. I like the nickname. I couldn’t care less.” Patton explained to him. Which therapist are you looking to see?” Patton asked.

Virgil started to wrack his brain for a minute. What was his name again? Quickly though, Virgil remembered at least one of the names.

“Picani?” Virgil guessed.

Patton smiled. “Emile Picani! He’s a great therapist. You’re gonna like him!” Patton reacted. “You can go cuddle yourself in a seat over there, and he’ll be ready to see you shortly.” Patton directed.

“Thank you.” Virgil said with a smile before heading over to one of the seats. Virgil picked up one of the fur pillows, and immediately hugged it. Upon seeing an orange pillow on his chair, Virgil grabbed it and wrapped it around himself eagerly. He felt comfy, but it wasn’t enough. Virgil started looking around the room and came across an open chest filled with multi-colored blankets that were each made out of different materials. Happily, Virgil walked up to the chest with his orange blanket and started putting all the blankets on his head and shoulders. Sky blue, pink, brown, red, many different colors of blankets were now piled on top of Virgil. With his body now ready to marshmallow tackle someone, Virgil closed the chest and slumped into the waiting room chair with confidence.

“Uuuuuh...Hello?” Patton muttered, looking at the walking pile of blankets.

Virgil looked up at Patton with insane eyes and a mix of excitement. “I’m a blanket monster…” Virgil whispered in awe.

Patton giggled from the desk. It looked like Virgil was going to destroy the world with his blanket powers. What those powers would really be, Patton couldn’t tell you.

“Mr. San-...oh.” Someone said. Virgil looked up at the door, and gulped when he realized who it was. The man was wearing a white-collared shirt with a pink tie, and a beige sweater overtop. What really told him it was him though, was the name tag that said ‘Dr. Emile Picani, Psychologist and Therapist’.

“.........Hiiiiiiii Mr. Picani…” Virgil said awkwardly, still covered in tons of blankets.

Picani just bursted out laughing and whipped out his phone so he could take a picture. “Oh my gosh! Who knew I’d come across a blanket monster!” Picani joked as he took pictures.

Despite the cute reaction from Dr. Picani, Virgil’s embarrassment struggled to leave him and began to manifest into somewhat awkward laughter. With Picani’s help, Virgil put the blankets back and walked into the therapy room.

The therapy room had the same homely feeling put into it. There was chairs to sit on, a table to draw at if you wanted, a box of stuff in the corner, and a sheeted bed added to the side of the room. Atop the bed, was a little stuffed animal shaped like a mouse.

...Wait...Was the stuffy moving?

“Welcome to my love-atory! It’s a laboratory for those who are lacking different types of love and affection. One of my favorite psychologists to quote, is Neil R. Carlson. After a while of studying kids with little reactions to touch, Carlson said ‘When the enriched kids returned to the typical conditions that involved little touching, the physical and behavioral advantage they had obtained faded. Although the enriched group showed a better response to stress as long as eighteen months later, they still were socially withdrawn and failed to respond normally to other children and adults’.” Dr. Picani explained.

Virgil looked at him.

“Basically what that means, is even though touch-deprived kids are able to handle stress better, they are still lacking the ability to accept touch and affection.” Picani told him. “Have the people in your family been hugging you and giving you lots of love?” Picani asked.

Virgil sat down onto the bed. “Well, I have been getting lots of hugs from one specific caretaker. But everyone else has either grown up quickly, or grown to hate hugs.” Virgil explained.

Picani frowned hurtfully. “Really?” Picani reacted.

“I mean, I do get hugs and love. But I would probably get more love and affection if I could work up the courage to ask.” Virgil explained further, growing awkward from the idea of asking.

“Sounds like you’re a shy man!” another voice spoke. It sounded like the voice was coming from beside him. Virgil looked to the right side of him and reacknowledged the mouse stuffy that was there. He noticed it moving slightly before, but this time…

It was waving at him!

“Hi there!” It spoke suddenly.

Virgil’s eyes widened with surprise as he scooted away from the stuffy. He pointed at it. “Do-Does this stuffy have an automatic talking sensor or something?!” Virgil asked.

“Well yes, but actually no. He does have an automatic sensor...but by sensor, I mean ‘he’s alive’. This is Şüräle! My plushy assistant!” Picani introduced.

Virgil gulped nervously and looked at the little mouse stuffed animal. It was grey, had flat paws and even had a long, peach-colored tail! It looked somewhat realistic, but also cartoony. It had black eyes and no specific nose piece at the end, as well as no visible mouth.

“Nice to meet you! Do you have a name?” The mouse greeted.

Virgil kept in mind the moving black line that outlined the mouse’s mouth. It was...kinda cute! “V-...Virgil. My name is Virgil.” He replied, before holding out a hand. The mouse took one look at the hand, and immediately grew curious and eager for love. So, Şüräle placed his forehead onto Virgil’s hand and started rubbing its face on it. Virgil, surprised by the strange reply to his handshake, started giving Şüräle little pets and scratches. Şüräle practically melted like a puddle from the scratches and laid itself down on its back onto the bed so it could get some belly scratches as well.

“Good to see you two are getting along!” Picani reacted eagerly.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Virgil asked.

“A boy. A manly, macho boy!” Şüräle replied, showing off its muscles and claws.

Virgil laughed at this and gave Şüräle some belly squeezes and scratches. “About as manly as a toddler.” Virgil teased.

Şüräle guffawed in surprise and started kicking, squirming and giggling. “Hehehehey! Thahahat tihihihicklehes! Hohohow dihid yohohou knohohohohow?!” Şüräle asked.

Despite his manliness being proven wrong, Şüräle seemed to love the tickles! And Virgil seemed to notice this right away! “So, I guess you like tickles too?” Virgil asked Picani.

Picani blinked in surprise and slowly started scratching the back of his head. “W-Well...yeah. It’s why I came up with this type of therapy in the first place.” Picani explained.

Virgil nodded in understanding. His hand slowly started to drift away from Şüräle, allowing Şüräle to get out and start breathing and talking properly.

“How would you like to start now?” Şüräle suggested.

Picani nodded his head and snapped his 1 finger. “Yes. Good idea.” Picani replied. “So Virgil: telling by your cute little reaction to Şüräle, I think you are a bit of a Ler, as well as a Lee.” Picani explained. “So, that makes this a little more complicated. Do you prefer to be tickled? Or would you rather tickle someone?” Picani asked.

Virgil looked down and visibly blushed at the internal thoughts he was having. “I wanna...I wanna be tickled.” Virgil replied.

Picani clapped his hands together. “Wonderful!” He reacted as he walked up to the purple-wearing emo. “Would you like to tell me where you’re ticklish? Or would you rather let me figure it out?” Picani asked. “Or, perhaps you could give me a spot to start with, and I can go on from there.” Picani suggested.

Virgil looked up at Picani with a smile and started giggling as he pointed to his own ribs. Picani narrowed his eyes and smirked as he understood just what he was telling him.

“Sounds like a plan!” Şüräle declared before jumping into Virgil’s hoodie. Şüräle immediately started skittering around in the sweater, and sniffing all over Virgil’s upper and lower ribs.

“Wha- HEY! NAHAHA! ŞÜRÄHAHAHAHALE!” Virgil laughed helplessly, doing all he can to not squeeze his arms against his chest.

Şüräle popped himself out of Virgil’s shirt collar. “Mr. Picani! Reporting high levels of ticklishness!” Şüräle told him.

“Ooooh! This is gonna be fun!” Picani reacted. Eager to start right away, Picani placed his hands on Virgil’s ribs and started wiggling and drumming the fingers.

“OhohoHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHAY! Hohold on-” Virgil instinctively started pushing away the eager fingers. He seemed really nervous about letting people know about his ticklish weakness.

“Pushing me away, huh? I guess I’m gonna have to...GOFORTHESTOMACH!” Picani declared before shoving a hand under the sweater and tickling his belly.

“HAHAHAHAHA! KNOHOHOHOCK IHIHIT OHOHOHOF! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Virgil laughed.

Picani giggled and started squeezing his belly more. “Look at how squish-squish-squishy your belly is! Such a chub-a-chubby belly!” Picani teased.

“NOHOHOHO IHIHIT’S NOHOHOHOHOHOT!” Virgil protested.

“But it IS! Such a lovely little belly for an emo like you!” Picani teased while he continued to squeeze it.

“Is it really that squishy?” Şüräle asked.

“Yes! It really is!” Picani told him, pausing his tickling. Şüräle gasped excitedly and shoved itself under Virgil’s shirt. With curiosity and mischief, Şüräle started squishing Virgil’s belly with its front paws, and started tickling his belly with its mouse tail.

“Hahahahaha! Yohohohour tahahail ihis soho sohohohoft!” Virgil told the mouse.

Şüräle popped out from under the bottom of the shirt and beamed. “Thank you!” Şüräle replied.

“Nohoho prohohoblehehem.” Virgil replied.

Şüräle crawled itself back under the shirt and climbed itself up Virgil’s body. It was about to pop out and snuggle into Virgil’s neck, but it stopped in its tracks when it started smelling something...pretty! It smelled nice, actually!

“Hey Virgil! Your armpit smells nice! What’s in it?” Şüräle asked as he shoved its nose into Virgil’s armpit.

“eeeEEEK! ŞÜHUHRÄHAHALE, NOHOHOHOHO!” Virgil laughed.

“Oooh! You want some help there, buddy?” Picani asked.

Şüräle removed his nose from the armpit. “Yes please!” Şüräle replied.

“Okay. Which arm are you under?” Picani asked.

“This one!” Şüräle replied while poking the sweater with its nose. Picani noticed the poking fabric, and lightly grabbed onto Virgil’s arm.

“If you were ever uncomfortable with the thought of being pinned, just let me know.” Picani told him. Then, Picani gently lifted the hand above Virgil’s head and lifted the other arm as well. With both hands pinned, both armpits were now vulnerable and ready for tickling.

“Thank you!” Şüräle said happily before sniffing and moving its nose around the armpit.

Virgil bursted into helpless giggles almost immediately and started tugging on his left hand. It was his left armpit that was being tickled by Şüräle’s nose right now, and he wasn’t able to stop it no matter how much he tried to. Picani was too strong. And yet...he didn’t have the heart to tell Picani to let him go. He liked this. It made him feel all giggly inside and made him want to curl up at the same time. It was a strange mix of feelings that he struggled to fight with.

“You feeling okay, Virgil?” Picani asked.

Virgil nodded in reply. He had a huge smile on his face that couldn’t be hidden, no matter how much he squirmed.

“That’s good. How would you feel if I tickled your other armpit?” Picani asked, as he slowly brought his left hand over to Virgil’s right side. Virgil squealed and squeezed his eyes shut. “Do you want me to tickle your other armpit? Or is that too much?” Picani asked.

Virgil looked at the lingering fingers above his right armpit and looked at Picani with a pleading facial expression. That seemed to tell him everything!

“Alrighty then!” Picani touched his fingers down onto Virgil’s right armpit and immediately started scratching and skittering his fingers in the hollow part.

Virgil let out a HUGE squeal and fell into loud, squeaky laughter! It was so cute to listen to! Who knew such an awkward and quiet emo would be hiding such a cute laugh?!

Finally after what felt like hours, Picani stopped tickling him. “Alright. I think you deserve a big break.” Picani told him.

Virgil was still giggling and kicking, and even shaking his head back and forth a little. It was like he was still being tickled.

Hmm...Maybe he was?

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle! Such a cute little guy! I like you a lot! You’re so fun!” Şüräle’s voice spoke.

...So he IS being tickled still!

“Şüräle? Buddy? I said for us to stop. He needs a break.” Picani told him.

“Awww...But I didn’t get very long with him!” Şüräle whined.

Picani gave Virgil a guilt-filled ‘sorry’ expression. When Virgil signalled for him to get his mouse, Picani reached under Virgil’s shirt and pulled him out from underneath. “You sir, got more ticklish Virgil time than I did! So don’t start complaining.” Picani warned.

Şüräle frowned and pouted in the doctor’s hand. Virgil, finding it kinda cute, let out a giggle at the pouty stuffed mouse.

“Hey...don’t be giving me the whiny pouts, buddy.” Picani warned before curling his finger in an evil, threatening manner. Şüräle looked up, and immediately dropped his pouty face in surprise and slight eagerness.

Picani started tickling Şüräle’s belly with a couple of his fingers. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” Picani teased.

Şüräle let out a squeal and started laughing. The mouse’s laughter was super high-pitched and squeaky, making the mouse even MORE adorable!

Not even a second later, Picani laid Şüräle onto the bed beside Virgil and started tickling both their stomachs at the same time! Both of them were giggling, laughing, squeaking and even snorting!

Picani quickly figured out that Virgil has a snort when tickled long enough! And even though Picani already knew this, Virgil learned something adorable about Şüräle:

Şüräle will fall into fits of just squeaking when tickled a lot! It was like Şüräle was a real, living mouse! Only...its body was stuffed with cotton.

Soon enough, Picani let up on both of the adorable beings.

“Alright. I have to go talk to Patty the Secretary out in the waiting room. You guys can bond for a while. Okay?” Picani rold them.

Virgil nodded and happily took the time to get to know Şüräle. Through talking to the mouse, Virgil learned that Picani’s father actually get him the mouse when he was younger! Not only that, but Şüräle had taken on Picani’s childhood personality, including his childhood love for tickling! So through getting to know Şüräle, Virgil was getting to know Picani as a kid!

And of course, no bonding experience could ever be finished without a cuddle or a tickle. And for Virgil, he was gifted both.

#ticklefic #virgil sanders is a sweetheart #virgil sanders goes to specialized therapy #switch!virgil #switch!şüräle #ler!picani

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ashes-and-ashes · 5 years

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What We Almost Were

~ grindeldore - I have gone too far down the cesspit to pull out now ~

Part 1: What We Were Before

Part 2: What We Could Have Been

Part 3: What We Are Now

Note: Added a part three, as this doc is just too damn long.

The cell was the same as always.

So many years, locked away, the cold stone floors and the iron bars. The narrow bed, the moth-eaten blankets.

Sometimes, when he bit his lip, he tasted salt.

It was ironic, so bitterly and terribly ironic, that he would be locked in the same prison that he built. He made this cell unbreakable, cast every spell that lay on the stones, and now he was trapped.

He runs his fingers over the bricks. Once, the stones were rough. Once, they tore at his flesh when he brushed them, the blood smearing on the walls. He had liked it, long ago, had pressed his fingers harder into the wall, let the rock cut into his skin. It was better, to bleed instead of feeling nothing.

The stone was smooth now, years and years smoothing it down into softness, and they no longer tore at his fingers.

He drops his hand, staring at the cell. The days passed so slowly now, minutes stretching like days. A mockery of what they were long ago, of what he was long ago. His future, once so promising and now reduced to slowly going mad inside an old cell.

Cell. The word echoed inside of his head for a moment, before he snarls. Words seemed to echo lately, unspoken words that cut him up inside.

There’s nothing to do, nothing to say, so he sits on the bed and stares off into nothingness.

When the owl comes, he almost misses it.

He leaps from the bed, bolting to the window, the iron bars and the long-shattered glass. He recognizes the owl, tawny, with brown feathers, and for a moment, his heart leaps. Just for a moment, he remembers long fingers and red hair and two boys in summer. The memory lingers, soft as spider silk, before it vanishes.

He ignores it, thrusting his hand through the bars. The glass scrapes at his hand, and he brushes the blood off as he grabs the small package attached to the owl.

He brings it inside, the paper slightly damp, and he stares at the familiar script in front of him. To: Gellert. APWBD.

With shaking, bleeding hands, he peels back the paper, tips the contents onto his lap. There’s a small slip of paper, rolled up, and next to it, a small leather vial.

He places the paper aside, brings the vial close up to his face, and his heart clenches as he reads the inscription. Memories - Us.

The person that used to be Gellert Grindelwald smiles, sadly, for a heartbeat, before opening the cap and blowing softly. The fluid inside is silvery, neither gas nor liquid, and it billows around the room as Grindelwald lets the memories overtake him.

The first memory is simple, a hot summers day. He’s standing there, watching, a marketplace in a small village. People are talking, buying fruits and vegetables and whatnot, and he noticed with a jolt that beside him is Albus.

He stares at him, at the strength and the cleverness that dripped from him. He remembers Albus, the boy he once was, and because this is a memory, he allows himself to stare. Albus is hunched, grief pulling his shoulder down, cutting circles under his cheeks. But he still stands tall, the light making his hair glow, and his eyes -

His eyes looked like the sky.

Albus frowns, sighing as he picks his way through the produce, turning over the apples and the carrots and the cheese. It was a different Albus then who he used to know. This Albus was soft, wool and blurred lines.

He’s not quite sure what made Albus look over, but he does, and suddenly he sees himself through Albus’ eyes.

He can barely recognize himself, the years in Numengard destroying his mind. But there he is, tall and slender, his eyes gleaming and his hair golden. He notices how Albus’ breath seemed to catch, how Albus set down the apple he was holding, and Grindelwald exhales. There was something beautiful about how Albus saw him, something that Grindelwald never saw through his own eyes. No, these memories were all Albus’.

But he still remembers what they said, long ago. He sees himself, striding over to Albus, a light brush of his hands against Albus’ hips as he snatches his wand. He hears Albus’ voice as he says, “That’s not yours. Give that back.”

Gellert laughs, careless and carefree, tossing the wand and catching it. He remembers his accent, the way his vowels rolled into each other as Gellert says, “Well, that’s a nice wand you have.” He glances up, his mismatched eyes hidden below his lashes. “Care to show me your other wand?”

Albus frowns, his brows creased in puzzlement. “What do you...” Gellert laughs as Albus understands, his cheeks flushing. “What? No! No-, I’m not going to show you my... What is the purpose of that?”

Gellert smiles, tossing him his wand back. “Well, fine. Be like that.”

Albus splutters in embarrassment. With a wink and a bow, Gellert disapparates, leaching Albus flushed and scrambling to collect his wand.

There’s a piece of paper, wrapped around the handle, the ends curling in the wind. The words are stark, black against the parchment. Pretty Please?

Albus swears, shredding the paper into pieces, and turns, gripping the parcel of food in his hand, setting off towards home.

The scene fades, streaks of gold and green and yellow, and suddenly, the memory shifts.

He sees the island, first, the feeling of cool air on his face. It was small, a collection of rocks and reeds, some sand and a gnarled, ancient tree that cast a shadow over the dirt. They used to apparate here, during that long summer, where it was far out enough on the water that no muggle could reach them.

They lay there, the two of them, gold hair mixed with auburn, as they talk about everything and nothing at once. Albus was laughing, his head thrown back, eyes gleaming like the sky above them. “Oh, like that’s going to work. What are you going to do, march into their muggle school and tell them that wizards exist?”

Gellert smirks, raising an eyebrow. “No. I wouldn’t just tell them. I’d...persuade them. I’d show them some magic. Using...my...special...wand.”

Albus snorts. “What wand?”

Gellert rolls his eyes. “Oh, like you’ve ever seen my wand, dickhead.” He stands, splashing water onto Albus’ laughing face. “Do you know how many duels I’ve won just by showing off the magic from my wand-tip? I’ve heard it’s been a euphoric experience, getting to gaze upon my manly wand, in all its thick, wandish glory.”

He hears the sand shift beside him as Albus stretches. “Manly wand my ass. I’ll have to take your word for it, seeing as I can’t duel.”

Gellert slumps back down, glaring at Albus. Something inside of him flutters at the sight of Albus, stretched out on the sand, but he ignores it, shoving it deep down inside of him. “What? You can’t duel?”

Albus shrugs, stretching his hands above his head, and Gellert flushes. He tries to disguise the movement by glancing down, pulling at the grass by his feet. Albus carries on, oblivious. “Never felt the need to learn. Like, I can cast the spells, but when I come face-to-face with the person...I freeze.”

Gellert frowns. “Okay, yeah. That’s...no.” He stands again, drawing his wand from his pocket. “You can’t just...not duel! You’re going to get your ass killed!”

Albus yawns. “Seems I’ve survived for long enough without it.”

Gellert rolls his eyes, twirling his wand with a lazy flick of his wrist. A cascade of little balls of light fills the air as he says, “I’ll teach you. I was the best duelist in my school before I...left.” He swallows. “But honestly, you need to learn. How are we going to carry out the greater good if I have to save your sorry, swooning behind every time someone casts something?”

“Fine.” Albus glares in mock anger, the tips of his lips curving up in a small smile. “What first, Teacher Grindelwald?”

Gellert tilts his head. “Master Grindelwald. Because I am the master of using my wand.” He laughs at Albus’ expression, the exasperation written all over his face. “Right. Duelling isn’t about who is the most powerful, who can cast the strongest spell. It’s about who is the most efficient, who can last the longest.” Gellert shrugs. “Say I cast a spell. Incendio.” A ball of flame roared from the top of Gellert’s wand, the shadows casting Albus’ face in flickering relief. “There are a million different ways to block it. You could cast a shield charm. You could transfigure it into something harmless. You could even intercept it with another spell.”

Albus frowns, studying the glowing ball. “Why don’t you just create another sphere of water around it? You could use Aguamenti to create the water, and Levicorpus to lift it...” He trails off, noticing the exasperation on Gellert’s face. “Or not.”

Gellert sighs. “See! This is why you are shit at duelling. The easiest, most energy-efficient way is to just dodge the bloody fireball.”

Albus laughs, the sound echoing over the water. “But that’s not duelling, that’s being an asshole.”

Gellert rolls his eyes. “Fine. Do it your way.”

They practice for the rest of the day, the sun sinking low over the horizon, jets of orange and pink and white illuminating the lake. When they finally stop, covered in dirt and sweat, they are both laughing. Gellert snorts, one hand loosely holding his wand. “You are so fucking horrible at duelling! I can tell what you are going to do before you even do it!”

Albus raises an eyebrow. “How?”

Gellert shrugs. “Written all over your face.” He laughs. “God, you are shit at hiding your emotions.”

Albus smiles, and Gellert notices how it lights up his face. It makes him look younger, innocent, all tousled hair and tanned skin and blue, blue eyes. “Maybe I’m just too caught up with your...wandliness.”

Gellert splashes him again, water rubbing down his face, and Albus yelps, tossing a handful of sand back at him. “Fine! Fine, I’m leaving!” He glances up at the sky, and Gellert notices the worry that settles over his face, the guilt and the tension. “Shit, I didn’t realize it was so late. I should have been home hours ago.”

Gellert exhales, the joy fading. “Yeah. You probably should.” He pauses. “Say hi to Ariana for me. I’ll try and stop by next time.”

Albus nods. “You should. She loves you. She practically thinks you’re part of the family.” He smiles. “You should get her some chocolate. She’ll love that.”

“Noted.”

With a crack, Albus turns, disappearing into the darkening night as Gellert stands there on the island.

The next memory is similar - a golden day, that same island, the waves lapping on the shore. Gellert is pacing, up and down, wearing a trough into the sand as Albus pages through a book. “And they see us as the villains, in this screwed up story. Us!”

Albus shrugs, turning the page. From this angle, Gellert can only make out thin, spidery runes, a few illustrations of wands and complicated spells. “Yes, but you have to see, Gel. People don’t understand this. They don’t understand what we want.” He bites his lip, the skin around his teeth going white as he pauses at a page. “They don’t understand that all we want is a better world. It’s not selfishness, it’s selflessness, because we want a better world for everyone, not just wizards.”

Gellert curses, pacing up and down. “That’s all we want though.” He shakes his head. “We don’t want a world where wizards and muggles live apart! There could be a better world, where we all live in unison! A world where muggles and wizards play together on the streets, where schools teach both Potions and Science, a world where we don’t have to hide!” He whirls around, sand filling the spaces in his shoe. “And that’s all that we are doing right now! Hiding!”

Albus’ voice is quiet. “We just want to be equal.”

Gellert nods. “Exactly. We want the chance to be ourselves.”

He glances over, at Albus sitting against the tree. It had started off small, the noticing. Small things, how Albus was slowly growing taller, his shoulders broader and his legs longer. The way his hair paled at the edges, curled around the bottom of his ears. His wrists, the pale bands where the robes covered his skin from the sun. There were so many things to be noticed, and Gellert was too afraid to say anything. Because what if he laughed? What if he ran? What if he didn’t feel the same way?

He’s pacing again, nails digging lines into his palm. It was his talent, the ability to hide his feelings. A wall, of quartz and obsidian and glass, sectioning his feelings from everything else. It took courage, to be able to be dying inside, to be screaming, to be crying in pain and still laugh and laugh and laugh.

Albus is still reading, casually turning the pages. He pauses, a finger marking his place as he glances up. “Gel? You alright?”

Gellert nods, the wall slamming down. Get it together. “Yeah. Fine.”

Those blue eyes penetrate him, burning through his soul, and Gellert almost flinches. Albus seems not to notice though, as he says, “Okay. Well...take a look at this?” He holds open the book, the page turned to a paragraph and an illustration. “It’s called a Wish-Vessel. Basically, two people whisper a wish into an open container and seal it with their blood. If it’s buried under the ground by the next blue moon, the wish is supposed to come true.” He shrugs. “Seems interesting. I wanted to try it.”

Gellert scans the passage, noting the incantations, the requirements, the magic and the preparation. It seems simple enough, and he shrugs as he says, “Okay. Do you have a container?”

Albus frowns. “Yeah. Hmm, forgot about that.” He digs in the pockets of his robes, then his trousers, as Gellert tries to find something, anything to look at other than Albus and his hands and his -

“Found something!” Albus smiles, a small leather vial resting on his palm. “It’s supposed to be for Ariana’s medicine, but I’m sure we can use it!”

Gellert tilts his head. “You sure she will be alright without it? What if she gets an episode?”

Albus waves him off, vanishing the contents with his wand. “She knows how to make it. The potion, I mean. Besides, my brother will make sure she takes it.” He opens the cap, the tub scratching against his fingernails. “Here, I’ll go first.”

Gellert watched as he places the opening against his lips, whispering something into the depths. He passes the vial over, fingers brushing Gellert’s. He smiles, slightly, placing his lips over the vial, whispering his one true wish, before handing it back over to Albus. “Right. How do we get the blood?”

Albus fishes his wand out of his pocket, his other hand grabbing Gellert’s. “Here. Give me your hand.”

Gellert swallows, Albus’ fingers cool on his own. He exhales, biting his lip, as Albus touches the wand-tip to his finger. “Lacero.”

A small, deep slash appears in Gellert’s finger, as Albus lets the blood drip into the vial. “Here. You do me.”

Gellert grips his wand, Albus’ hand in his own. His heart is fluttering in his chest, and to distract himself, he laughs. “Gladly. I’ll do you in an instant. Lacero.” The blood drips into the vial, and Albus grabs it, holding his wand over the enterance and seals it. “Well...that was anti-climatic.” He tosses the vial to Gellert. “Here. You keep it. You’re more responsible anyways.”

Gellert slips the vial into his pocket, bringing his other hand up to his lips. “Sure.” He frowns at his finger. “That’s nice.”

Albus rolls his eyes, muttering Episkey under his breath. “I mean...sympathetic magic. Woolly business if you ask me.”

Gellert laughs. “Never been one for chance, have you Al?”

Albus shrugs, standing in one fluid motion. “Yeah. Well, it’s late. I need to get back home.” He shakes his head, holding out his hand. “Can you...can you come with me? Back?”

The words lie unspoken between the two of them. Back? Back to that dark, dusty house? Back to being 17, having to take care of 2 siblings? Back to the silence, the shadows. Back to being normal?

He’s always been able to read Albus, to see the emotions dance on his face like flipping from one page to the next. He sees the resignation, the hollowness written over everything, and Gellert nods. “I’ll come. Always.”

He grabs Albus’ hand, curling his fingers around Albus’ palm, and they hold tight as they vanish into the surrounding town.

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Prism Rush Main Story Episode 7 Chapter 3

Your Dreams and Mine #3

First Previous Chapter

Translator’s notes: Minato calls Kakeru “Juuouin” in this one and I can’t remember another time when that has happened. Yeah he usually calls the other Edel Rose boys by their last names, but Kakeru has always been the special one that he calls by his first name... Kazuo! I think there are two interpretations: Either he calls him Juuouin during certain serious discussions. OR... the person who wrote the past few chapters isn’t someone who pays enough attention to how Minato refers to other characters ahaha. I think the latter is more likely actually since there have been several slip-ups lately. But to be fair there were even similar slip ups in the original Pride the Hero script and I’m not exactly innocent myself. (Sometimes I have to insert names into dialogue when there aren’t any in the Japanese, and then two days later I’ll realize I used the wrong one like...shit hahah.) Sorry, anyway...

Hiro: Kazuki! How many rice cakes do you want?

Kazuki: Hm... I think today I’ll go for five!

Hiro: FIVE?! You’ve really got to watch your carbs!

Keeping in shape is an important part of being a prism star, you know. You’ll take three.

Kazuki: Hey, come on now....

Hiro: Here you go! Hiro Hayami’s special New Year’s soup is complete!

Kazuki: Wow! It looks delicious! I’m diggin’ in... Hm?

Hiro: Something seems kinda... off... doesn’t it?

Kazuki: It seems really thin... like it’s missing something... Did you forget the soup stock?

Hiro: Soup stock?? You need to put... stock in it?

Kazuki: You didn’t put any soup stock in it? Well that’s why it tastes like nothing! Aah.... I miss Kouji’s special New Year soup.....

Hiro: Well, excuse me! I’ve never made it before.... And besides, your rolled omelettes weren’t even rolled!

Kazuki: But it tastes the same either way, doesn’t it?

Hiro: I guess we’re both failures at New Year’s cooking....

Kazuki: Kouji’s New Year meal was so luxurious... But well, as long as the two of us still get to spend time together, it still feels like a New Year holiday.

Hiro: You’re right. We won’t have time like this again for a while....

Kazuki: Yeah.... This is probably our last day off before the Prism King Cup.

Hiro: From now on, you and I are going to be rivals Kazuki.

Kazuki. Yep. So let’s just enjoy this last day as friends.

Hiro: Yeah!

(Later)

Leo: Ahhh... I bought so many nice things... Yu-kun, thanks for carrying everything for me!

Yu: So... heavy. I think my arms are gonna fall off.

Leo: Aahhh I’m sorry! I’ll help y--

Yu: Oh no you don’t! Whenever I let you carry things, everyone gives me the stink eye because it looks like I’m making a girl carry stuff....

Leo: Tha... that’s awful! I’m obviously a boy!

Yu: But anyway, why did you need to buy so much cloth?

Leo: Well, I wanted it to keep it a secret... but I guess I can tell you.

I’ve decided... I want to make outfits for the Prism King Cup!

Yu: Outfits for the Prism King Cup.... But we won’t even know who’s gonna be able to compete in it until right before it happens!

Leo: Exactly. That’s why I need to make outfits for everyone!

Yu: What?! Why would go so far....

Leo: Because you are all my important friends... I want to do everything I can for you guys! I know all about what colors you guys look best in, who looks better casual, who looks better formal. Everything!

Yu: Leo....

Leo: Making the best possible clothing for everyone to look their best is exactly what I can do to best contribute to Edel Rose....! Even if I don’t get to be in the Prism King Cup, I still want to do my best for everyone!

Yu: Leo... you’re always saying you wish you could be more manly. But your will is so strong, and that’s where your strength lies.

I think you’re a pretty cool dude.

Leo: ....! Thank you so much!

(Kakeru’s room)

Minato: Coming in!

Kakeru: Hey hey, Minatocchi! You can’t just barge in unannounced!

Minato: Sorry, sorry. I didn’t have a free hand to knock. You’ve been holed up in here for a long time so I brought you a snack.

Kakeru: Well, that was nice of you. Ooh, rice balls with salty seaweed!

Minato: It’s hard to get in here so I’ll just leave them here. Oops! Sorry, I knocked over a book...

Kakeru: Sorry, I just kinda piled them up wherever....

Minato: “Secrets of Marketing”, ”Show Business That Draws a Crowd” ... Could it be you’re studying for the Prism King Cup?

Kakeru: Not really.. Uh.. Well... Yeah.... It’s not such a big deal....

Minato: Well I think that’s great...

Kakeru; Huh?

Minato: You’re working hard behind the scenes, building knowledge, and preparing to fight with intellect. You’re going toe-to-toe at an adult level, but nothing is stopping you... With your brain fighting for us we’ll surely succeed.

Kakeru; I...

Minato: Meanwhile, all I can do to help is just make rice balls...

Kakeru; That’s not true!!

Minato: Huh?

Kakeru: It may be true that I have some things that you don’t. But!

Minatocchi, you have this warmth and broad-mindedness that I just don’t have... You’re always just so kind to everyone, and... I don’t think it’s that all that easy.

Minato: Juuouin....

Kakeru: In fact, I think it’s because we both have qualities the other is lacking that we are going to be able to accomplish big things. Right?

Minato: ...Yeah, you’re right.

Kakeru: ....Or something like that!! Just messing around haha!

Minato: ...Thank you. I think I got what you meant.

(Outside)

Yukinojo: Taiga, I have a favor to ask...

Taiga: Huh? Tachibana-senpai, what is it?

Yukinojo: Could you take me to Alexander Yamato?

Taiga: Wha....?! Why....?!

Yukinojo: I think I would like to train with him before the Prism King Cup.

Taiga: That’s crazy....!

Yukinojo: Crazy...? What do you mean? The Prism King Cup is the tournament to determine the top prism star.

I think you have to be willing to take some crazy risks on your life in order to reach that peak.

Taiga: ...Got it. I may have some idea where to find him.

(On the street)

Taiga: I think he should be around here somewhere... But I guess even he takes a break from practice on New Year’s....

Yukinojo: It seems that way. It’s too bad we couldn’t run into him. Brr... All of a sudden the wind just got quite strong..

Taiga: You’re right. It wasn’t like just this a moment ago... AAHH!!!

Yukinojo: Taiga, what’s wrong?

Taiga: Look closer... over there... He’s so fast you can barely see him but... Alexander is over there doing a head spin at mach speed rotation!

Yukinojo: Wha.. WHAT?!

Alexander: HAHAHAH! So you finally noticed, huh?

Taiga: So you were creating all that strong wind...!

Yukinojo: By spinning too fast to be seen by the naked eye..!

Alexander: I’m not letting the title of ”King” go to some lazy losers who sit around gobbling down rice cakes on New Year’s!

Yukinojo: Alexander! I would like to challenge you again...!

Alexander: Don’t be silly! I would be a waste of my time! HUAAAAAH!

Taiga: Woah!! A tornado?!

Yukinojo: It’s a hurricane! Taiga, take cover!

Taiga: .... It died down...? Alexander is....?!

Yukinojo: He’s gone...

Taiga: How did he...

Yukinojo: ...I guess maybe I underestimated him a little.

Taiga: Yeah. The Prism King Cup is going to be something ridiculous....!

Yukinojo: We have to be fully prepared.

Taiga: I’m gonna crush him, you’ll see...!

(By the river)

Shin: This was where I first met Louis... and learned about prism shows.

And now...!

Next Chapter.

#king of prism #prism rush #kinpri #dammit you'll have three rice cakes and like it

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the-lupine-sojourner · 5 years

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Takara Yamada’s Hero Academia Season 1 Episode 7 [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

Hi there! I got this one done practically in a day, I was so happy to write it! This fight is one of the earliest instances of adrenaline-rushing action in the show and I love it. Unfortunately, from where Takara is, she can’t hear anything, so I just have to write it the way the episode plays out.

Anyway, Here is the masterlist, as usual, in case someone just sees this chapter and wants to read the previous chapters.

I’m tagging @dailyojiromashirao and hoping they like the fight scene as much as I liked writing it, and @elite-guard-hardygal because they always really like my chapters and are a huge help in making sure I have everything planned out realistically and fangirling with me about upcoming arcs and moments in the show. And I want to give a shout out to @fandoms-fandoms-everywhere99 because I saw their likes on every one of my chapters so far, spanning out over the day. You go, Fandoms! That was awesome and I’m glad you’re interested! XD

Anyway, hope you all like this chapter!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

I try not to drag my feet as All Might leads us to the monitoring room. I’d wanted to try to boost Izuku’s confidence, but we were told to go to watch, and I can’t really argue with my uncle, so…

Here I am. The ‘villains’ had five minutes to set themselves up before the ‘heroes’ were set loose. I swallow. This would not end well, I could tell.

The worst part was that I couldn’t hear anything. From what I could tell, Izuku and Ochaco are studying a map of the building in silence and Tenya and Katsuki are searching for the weapon, Katsuki looking pissed and Tenya looking thoughtful, probably planing what they’d do as the ‘villains’ in this training. I really wish there was audio. It’d prove more helpful for grading, right? Toshin-Oji has an earpiece I noticed him putting in, but still. The class would go better if we could all hear, wouldn’t it? “You okay?” The question catches me off-guard. “You’re practically shrunk into yourself.” It was the boy with the tail, Mashirao. He was looking at me with concern. I straighten, smiling nervously.

“I just don’t think this will go well. Izuku and Katsuki don’t seem to have a good relationship. I noticed they had the same school uniform when Izuku and I involved ourselves in that sludge villain situation, and they seem to know each other enough to have a nickname or an insult they use instead of their names, but...Katsuki hates Izuku for some reason. Especially since Izuku’s ball throw.” I pointed out who I meant on the screen since most people don’t use first names this soon after meeting people. I only did it as a friendly gesture, but most people don’t. Mashirao nods.

“I forgot you were involved with that. I noticed the animosity, too, though. I just hope Bakugo can remember this is only a training game.” I bite my lip.

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Alright, let’s begin the indoor combat training!” All Might exclaims. “Team A and Team D, your time starts now!” Instantly, the heroes were on the move, climbing the fire escape to get in unnoticed on the second floor. Smart. “Pay attention, kids.” All Might continues. “Think about what you would do.” I tilt my head, thinking. I’d probably try to find the villains using the Earth Quirk, but it wouldn’t provide the best or most reliable information, cus earth isn’t really what the building’s made of. It makes things blurry, but I could at least get a ballpark range to go on before moving.

Izuku and Ochaco move through the floor as quietly as possible, Izuku leading and scanning around corners before moving. Good plan. There are tons of blind spots indoors. An ambush was totally possible indoors.

...And apparently something Katsuki would do! He leaps out around a corner and Izuku barely has time to grab Ochaco and dodge an explosion. As the smoke clears, everyone in the monitoring room is stunned. “A sneak attack, Bakugo?!” Eijiro growls, pounding his fists together angrily as though Katsuki could hear him. “What kinda man pulls cheap crap like that?!” I shug, but Toshin-Oji beats me to replying.

“It’s a viable strategy.” He says. “It’s playing the part; acting like a true villain would.”

“It didn’t work.” Mina points out excitedly. “Midoriya dodged him!” Izuku was half-standing now, positioned protectively in front of Ochaco. However, he’s shaking in terror as he gets into a fighting position, telling Katsuki something.

Probably something to the effect of ‘I’m not backing down and you can’t make me’ or something.

“Look, there he goes!” the boy with a black streak in his blonde hair cries. I look and see Katsuki racing toward Izuku, yelling by the looks of it, drawing his fist back to attack. I gulp. Can Izuku keep dodging? Or will Katsuki get a hit in?

Whoa! Izuku caught Katsuki’s grenade-looking gauntlet?! Izuku then pivots and throws Katsuki over his shoulder, slamming him as hard as possible onto the ground. A round of shocked gasps ring the group. “Yeah! Go Izuku go!” I cheer. Eijiro smiles.

“That was pretty hardcore. Standing and fighting even though you’re scared is pretty manly.” I nod.

“And heroic.” I add. Katsuki is roaring at Izuku, creating tiny threatening explosions in his palms as he yells.

But, before Katsuki can go anything, he taps his ear and growls while looking down like someone does when talking on the phone.

Do Katsuki and Tenya have an earpiece, as well? Looks like it, given that Tenya has his hand over his ear, as well. Then gets pissed all of a sudden as Katsuki turns back to Izuku. “Hey, who’s Bakugo talking to?” Eijiro asks. “I’m not hearing anything. Can we get any sound with this video?” All Might turns to Eijiro.

“He’s got a radio in his ear so he can talk to his partner. I gave it to him before the match started, along with a map of the building. Also, this.” He holds up a small roll of white tape. “A roll of ‘capture tape’.” He explains. “Wrapping this around your opponent means you’ve apprehended them and they’re out for the rest of the game.” Mina tilts her head.

“Wait, so there’s a fifteen minute time limit, and the heroes have no idea what floor the nuclear weapon is hidden on, right?”

“Correct.” Toshin-Oji replies.

“Then the heroes are clearly at a disadvantage here. A big one.” She points out. I have to agree with her, but...at the same time, there’s situations like this virtually everyday. Heroes have to gather information and react quickly in unknown territory and against unknown assailants. Part of being a hero is deducing and acting on those deductions very quickly. Toshin-Oji smiles at her.

“Real pros have to outwit villains on a day-to-day basis.” He counters. “That’s life; even when the odds aren’t in our favor, we fight!” I raise a fist.

“Yeah!”

“All together now!” All Might calls and I know what he’s about to say and join in the group in crying out ‘That’s going Plus Ultra!’

“Monsieur, he’s on the move.” Another blonde boy with a suit of armor and red sunglass-type things on his face points out. Katsuki was the one on the move, leaping at Izuku and kicking at him. Izuku manages to block the kick with his forearm, yelling something and Ochaco leaves. Izuku then moves and I see the capture tape wrapped around Katsuki’s ankle. Katsuki then punches at Izuku again, powering it with an explosion. Izuku seems to have planned for that somehow and dodges again.

“Whoa, this guy’s really good.” A brown-haired boy with a tan suit on muses. The kid beside him, wearing a tape-dispenser themed suit, by the look of it, nods.

“Yeah! He’s holding his own and he hasn’t even used his Quirk yet!” Izuku then decides to run as Katsuki prepares to launch at Izuku again. Katsuki seems surprised, yelling and chasing after him. I scoff.

“Bad choice, Katsuki.” I muse. “He’s forgotten all about Ochaco, which leaves Tenya to handle her.”

“Yes, but young Iida seems to be handing things fine on his own.” Toshin-Oji points out. Curious, I look over to the camera where the weapon is and flinch. Toshin-Oji was right.

Tenya’s moving everything that Ochacho could use to float and attack with. Danggit! I mean, really smart move, anticipating his opponent’s strategy similar to what Izuku’s doing with Katsuki, but I can’t help rooting for Ochaco. She’s a nice girl and I’d hate to see her upset. I then look back and see Katsuki getting increasingly pissed, those small explosions in his palms flashing again.

“That guy has some serious anger issues. Kinda scary…” The black-streaked blonde boy murmurs, a touch of fear in his voice.

“Yeah. He thinks he’s the top and that everyone’s out to get him.” I add. “He’s pissed at anything that even might hint at challenging his inflated ego. And with Izuku starting to fight back, that’s adding fire to Katsuki’s rage.”

“Very insightful, young Yamada.” All Might muses, giving me a thumbs up. I grin and nod back. I wasn’t mad he was using my last name; I didn’t need the attention All Might using my first name might generate.

I tear my eyes away from Katsuki’s pursuit and Izuku’s evasion to see that Ochaco has arrived at the weapon room. Tenya looks deep in thought again. I wonder if he’s saying something. With that helmet on, I can’t tell. Suddenly, Ochaco laughs and Tenya turns, pointing at her. She flinches.

“Well, that was weird. I wonder why Ochaco laughed?” I ponder aloud.

“Tenya tends to take things too seriously.” The green-haired girl replies. “He’s probably doing the same here and Ochaco found that funny somehow.” I nod.

“That’s probably it.” I muse. Tenya gestures to the empty room, probably overdramatically rambling about his advantage, now that he was a ‘villain’. Suddenly, a flash on a lower screen distracts me. I look down and gasp.

Katsuki’s found Izuku, and is just standing there. “Wait...his gauntlet flashed.” I point out. “What does that mean?” I ask rhetorically. Izuku looks confused, too, as Katsuki talks, for the first time not looking like he’s yelling. Katsuki extends his arm, smirking confidently and Izuku flinches. Katsuki then cocks the arm of the grenade back, revealing a pin. My eyes go wide. Suddenly, I realize what’s happening. I’ve been wondered how the explosions worked, and figured it must have to do with something in his body, like sweat. So...if he wears those gauntlets...theoretically, they could store his sweat and- -“Stop the fight!” I exclaim. “Katsuki’s gonna level the whole floor!”

“What do you mean?” Eijiro asks. “How do you know?” Panicking, I gesture to the gauntlet.

“I was thinking about how Katsuki’s Quirk works. And I think those gauntlets store whatever fuels those explosions! Those gauntlets are literal grenades!” All Might nods, but doesn’t say anything. “Please, All Might! Stop this right now before someone gets hurt!” I cry as Katsuki grips the pin.

“Young Bakugo, don’t do it!” Toshin-Oji suddenly roars. “You’ll kill him!” I feel my heart skip as Bakugo continues pulling the pin, yelling something in reply. I cry out in shock as Izuku is blasted back down the hall and into a room, the hall decimated.

“Izuku!” I scream. This was insane! “All Might, stop the fight! Katsuki isn’t going to stop if you don’t make him!” All Might just stands there! What is he doing?!

“This is nuts!” Eijiro exclaims as the ground shakes with the force of the blast. I search every screen desperately for Izuku, but can’t see him through the smoke.

“Come in! Come in, Midoriya!” All Might cries, searching the screens, too. As I look, I see Ochaco taking advantage of Tenya’s confusion to try to grab the weapon, using her Quirk on herself. However, Tenya reacts quickly and moves the weapon to the other side of the room. I then look for Izuku again and see him cowering on the ground with some relatively minor burns, all things considered, as Katsuki emerges from the smoke like a predator who has his prey right where he wants him. Izuku taps his ear and seems to ask Ochaco a question, probably asking her status. Katsuki flinches, eye twitching in irritation at being ignored.

Good. Maybe if he’s blinded by anger, Izuku can capture him and help Ochaco. “Sir, isn’t this getting out of hand?” Eijiro asks, pointing to the wrecked hall and Katsuki’s intimidating figure. “That Bakuo’s acting real crazy!”

“Yeah.” I agree. “You should stop the fight before Izuku gets killed!” All Might doesn’t react, eyes glued to the rivals who were preparing to fight.

“Bakugo’s gonna kill him!” Eijiro presses worriedly, watching Katsuki’s eyes go wild with rage.

“Not so.” All Might says after a second. I flinch.

“What are you talking about?!” I exclaim, forgetting momentarily that he was my teacher, not my kind-of uncle. “Katsuki is after blood! Specifically Izuku’s!” All Might shakes his head.

“Bakugo’s posturing fiercely, but he doesn’t intend to kill young Midoriya.” He explains.

“How do you know that?” I ask, but All Might raises his microphone.

“Bakugo, use that stored up power again, and I’ll stop this fight; your team will lose.” He warns sternly. Katsuki’s eye twitches and he looks madder than ever. “To employ such a strong attack indoors is to invite the destruction of the stronghold you’re supposed to be protecting. That’s a poor strategy!” He scolds. “Whether you’re a hero or a villain! The penalty will be a massive loss of points.” Katsuki releases a huge scream and races toward Izuku, leaping up to attack from above. At least he’s only allowed hand-to-hand now. Izuku might have a chance. However, Katsuki changes course mid-air with an explosion and blasts Izuku’s back. I hiss in sympathy. That had to hurt!

“What was that move?!” Eijiro growls, watching as Izuku stumbled, eyes scrunched in pain, back raw and steaming from the blast.

“He doesn’t come off as a guy with a strategy,” A boy with white hair, half covered in ice and wearing a white jumpsuit points out, eyes narrowed in thought. “but he’s actually quite intelligent.” I frown. I hated to admit, even to myself, but...that guy had a point. That move took skill and practice.

Just how long has Katsuki been preparing to beat the shit outta people?!

“What’re you talking about?” Eijiro asks. I tilt my head, arms crossed.

“I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Mid-air course changes are tricky to calculate.”

“Precisely.” Momo joins in. “He had to calculate the physics and demonstrate complete control over his Quirk. It requires an extreme amount of precision.” The ice-boy nods.

“He changed his trajectory mid-air using a blast that doubled as a smoke screen.” I gulp.

“That Katsuki really goes all out, huh?” I mumble, drawing out a small chocolate and unwrapping it before popping it in my mouth. I wanted to keep my blood sugar up for my fight, whenever that will be.

“Yeah, and he’s uber talented, to boot.” The blonde kid with the black streak adds, groaning. “I hate it.” I shrug.

“It is what it is.” I reply around the half-melted chocolate. “No sense getting bent out of shape about it.” I then gasp in shock as Katsuki smashes his right arm into Izuku’s burnt back. Izuku screams in agony as Katsuki then grabs Izuku’s arm and performing the same move Izuku had used, but powered by an explosion. I put my hand over my mouth as Izuku bounces a little off the floor with the force he’d been slammed with. Dear god, how long is this gonna go on before All Might stops this?! Katsuki is testing the boundaries. If Toshin-Oji doesn’t establish them soon, Izuku is literally toast.

“This is hard to watch.” Mina moans, biting her lip. “All he has to do is wrap tape around him, not kill him!” I nod, swallowing.

“Y-yeah...All Might, you should put a stop to this. Katsuki won’t stop attacking until you do.” I point out. “Please.” He doesn’t turn, eyes riveted to the fight.

“That Bakugo is certainly acting like a villain.” I turn to see a boy with a crow’s head glaring at the screen as he speaks.

“I thought Midoriya was pretty amazing at the start of the fight, but he’s completely outmatched in terms of combat power.” It’s the black-streaked-blonde kid again. I frown.

“Not really.” I reply, shaking my head and sighing. “Think about it; Izuku’s Quirk damages his body, so Izuku can’t use it very flippantly, like Katsuki seems to be doing. Izuku has to make every shot count cus there’s a steep price for every one.” I nod toward the screen. “When Izuku does use his Quirk, he’ll win, but it won’t be pretty.” The boy shrugs.

“Well, Bakugo still seems like a natural at all this stuff. Midoriya might not even get a chance to use his Quirk.” I gulp.

“Let’s hope Izuku thinks of something. And fast.” I mumble, biting my lip. Izuku manages to get away, practically crawling after Katsuki’s onslaught. “Get out of there til you think of something.” I urge him, even though Izuku can’t hear me.

“He’s running away?” Mina asks.

“Not very manly, but he doesn’t have a choice.” Eijiro points out. “He’s outgunned, unless he’s got some kind of plan.” I nod.

“Knowing Izuku, he definitely has a plan. Or, at least, the beginnings of one…” Izuku goes to a window and braces as Katsuki stomps toward him. I swallow. Izuku ducks his head, probably telling Katsuki something before glaring up at his oppressor. I really wish there was some audio to this...ugh.

Suddenly, the boys rush each other, that strange glow from the ball throw back in Izuku’s arm and Katsuki’s hand prepping for a blast.

“What’re they doing?!” I screech. “Izuku, no!”

“They’re gonna kill each other!” Eijiro exclaims worriedly. “Sir!”

“You have to stop the fight!” I add. “What are you waiting for?!” All Might hesitates. “Sensei!” I bark.

“Both of you, stop!” He roars, but neither do, then All Might’s eyes suddenly snap to the camera with Ochaco and Tenya. Ochaco grabs a pillar, eyes hard in determination. Izuku’s arm then shifts to punch straight up instead of attacking, meaning only his other arm was protecting him from burning alive!

“Izuku!” I scream again, but I can’t look away. Suddenly, as the building trembles and splinters at Izuku’s raw power, I realize what Izuku’s plan was; break the building to give Oachaco something to attack Tenya with in order to retrieve the weapon. She succeeds and the heroes win. Katsuki glares up at the hole in the ceiling, screaming something at Izuku, who responds, wobbling on his feet before falling over. Whatever Izuku said had shaken Katsuki, who stands there, trembling and staring at nothing.

“You...you did it.” All Might breathes into the mic moments later. He then regains his composure. “The hero team...wins!” I gulp. Izuku was passed out on the ground and Ochaco looked ready to hurl.

Yeah...they won, but...was it worth the cost? Victory at this steep a price...almost isn’t worth having.

“What a weird way for this to end.” The blonde who’d been the most vocal muses, frowning. “The losers are practically untouched, but the winners are both on the ground.” I gulp. All Might took our distraction at the conclusion to the fight to slip out.

“I guess victory doesn’t always come easy, but this is ridiculous!” I snap, getting angry at All Might for not preventing Katsuki going as far as he had and at Katsuki for being too wrapped up in his anger at Izuku to hold back for the sake of their training. However, I have to bite my tongue. This wasn’t the place for me to express my anger at my uncle without raising suspicions.

“Yes. But, how does that old saying go? ‘They may have lost the battle, but they won the war’.” The boy with the bird head muses, eyes closed grimly.

“This class is intense.” The green-haired girl moans, eyes wide. I growl.

“It shouldn’t be. This is a training exercise. A damn game!” I decide to make it sound like I was only mad at Katsuki. “But no! Katsuki had to go too far and lose sight of that fact!”

“Whoa, Yamada, cool it.” The verbal blonde says, eyeing me worriedly.

“Don’t.” I reply tersely, then take a deep breath. I didn’t need to make enemies today. “Sorry. The name’s Takara, please, and Katsuki just hurt my friend. I can’t ‘cool it’ right now.” The boy chuckles.

“Okay, then. My name’s Kaminari, but I guess you can call me Denki, since you want me to use your first name.” Denki then winks at me. I smirk.

“Whatever you say, Kaminari.” I tease, feeling a little better. Denki flinches like I’d hit him.

“Aw, c’mon!” I then wink at him and chuckle before walking away to stand by the boxes for drawing lots for the next two teams. All Might approaches soon with Katsuki sulking in after him. A minute later, Ochaco and Tenya line up beside Katsuki, facing the class. Seeing the guy who hurt my friend right in front of me made something in me snap.

“Oi! Katsuki!” I growl, stalking over to him. “What the hell were you thinking?!” I snap, shoving him. “You could have killed Izuku, you know that?! You weren’t a hero out there! You were literally a villain! A spoiled brat who can’t accept a challenge! You need to get a grip or so help me, you’ll be the next one in the nurse’s office!” He just...stands there, trembling. Was he...was he seriously this upset? I take a half-step back. What was going through his head?

“Back. Off.” He growls. I decide it isn’t worth pressing him, so I glare at him as I move back to pay attention to what All Might was about to say.

“Don’t throw a tantrum like that again and I won’t have to get in your face.” I call over my shoulder, arms crossed and eyes fixed on Toshin-Oji. No one seems to want to reply directly to the scene I’d caused.

Truth be told, it was stupid of me to confront Katsuki, but...it felt kinda good to vent some of that rage building inside me.

And yet...it wasn’t very satisfying, either. Katsuki hadn’t responded. He’d just told me to back off. And he was still right where I’d left him, shaking. I didn’t know what emotion was going through his head, but I knew it wasn’t good.

In a way...I kinda almost feel a bit bad for him. He seems like the kinda kid that’s grown up hearing how flashy and powerful his Quirk is, and how he’ll be an awesome hero one day, working hard to prove them right and steamrolling anyone who doubted him in his aggressive, cocky way.

But now, with Izuku previously being Quirkless (thus, probably a weakling in Katsuki’s eyes), but ‘suddenly getting a Quirk’ and then winning against Katsuki, to boot, it probably whacked the guy real hard.

I had to talk to him after class. This kid definitely had issues. A lot of them.

And Lord knows those people are the ones I can’t resist at least attempting to help.

Let’s just hope I make it out alive.

#Fanfiction #OC Insertion Series #BNHA #MHA #BNHA OC #MHA OC #OC #Original Character #Original Female Character #Eijiro Kirishima #Takara Yamada #Eijiro Kirishima X OC #Eijiro Kirishima/Takara Yamada

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franeridart · 6 years

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I just found your profile and I love your style so much!

AHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

Anon said:From kami's-hair-is-hard-to-doodle anon from a while back: I finally got it! Thank you so much for your advice - reading and rereading your tips kept me practicing! I'd also like to thank the Academy /orz

I’m glad it could help you at all!!!! :O Kami keeps on being a mystery to me (and Horikoshi himself ???) too so don’t get too down on yourself for it taking time haha

Anon said:Ive sent you a couple of asks before but Im just so in love with the content you produce. Like not only is your art style so cute and stuff, but the plot/story (Idk) of each post is just so original and adorable. Im just so blown away by everything you post. Thank you for sharing your art!!!! Have a good week!!

Anon said:Hi! I’m new to your blog but love your art, I think your very talented which is why I’d like to ask a question. Do you have any advice for posing? I noticed your very good at it and wondered if you have any tips. If you do answer this, Thank you!!

Firstly, thank you so much for the compliments!!! I don’t know how useful exactly any advice I could give you will be, since most of it comes from drawing a lot and watching drawings even more, but in general to pick a pose usually what I do is think of the scene as if in movement? As in, what the characters are doing, and how they’d move if I were looking at them while doing it - keeping in mind the characters personalities helps me with this a lot too.

Take for example the confessions drawings I’ve posted a couple of days ago: it’s true that there’s no words nor movement anywhere in them, but as I drew them I had a pretty clear idea of what they were saying and how the characters would react in those situations - Jirou’s shy and easily flustered, so she’s averting her eyes, unable to keep eye contact, and closing in on herself a bit, hiding her face and so on; in the concept, Kaminari was the one who confessed, so he’s holding her hand, tentative, because he’s unsure about how she’s gonna answer (it’s all stuff that didn’t actually make it in the drawing, how he reached for her hand, how he’s gonna close his other hand around her knuckles, but in my head it was a complete scene and I just picked one frame of it all to draw). The same goes for Bakugou and Kirishima - they’re rowdier, louder, more assertive and inclined to take everything as a fight, so this time around I went for a scene in which Bakugou straight out yells his feelings at Kirishima and Kirishima answers me too (again, I had the before and after in my head too, I just picked the frame that best coveyed what I was trying to do)

As I said I’m usure about how much this might help you orz it’s just my way of doing things, and it mostly comes from the fact that I was originally a writer honestly, so thinking of a whole scene makes things easier for me #rip

Anon said:Can I say, I really like the colors for your confession pictures! :>

THANK YOU??????? H E C K ;O;

Anon said:hi~ i just went through literally everything in your sketches tag and i just wanna say i love your art and your comics and stuff. also because i went through everything, i want to bring attention to how cool it is to see how much your style has changed! your lines seem more confident and your characters more dynamic in the last few years :D

HECK THANK YOU SO MUCH it’s always so damn nice to know people can see my stuff getting even just slightly better oh mannnnnnnnnnnnnn *sob*

Anon said:can we repost your art if we give like 100% credit

Nope, sorry, I’d prefer it if you didn’t do that

Anon said:those "confessions" must be the lewdest thing I've ever seen

why would you use that word tho

Anon said:I just wanted to tell you that I love your art and it always makes me a little happier when you post something! No matter if it's your comics or colored pics or "simple" doodles, I love all of them! (Though soft stuff is the best, hehe) I just hope you know that you're very appreciated, and I hope you only have wonderful days!

GODS THANK YOU SO MUCH I’m so so so happy I can make you a lil happier ;0; I hope you’ll have every possible wonderful day too, anon!!

Anon said:I just spent the last few hours of my Sunday going though your entire blog. It’s beautiful and I hope you know that you have ruined my life because of that beauty. God damn it.

That wasn’t the intention but I’m!!!!!!!!! glad you think so???????? sob oh my g od you all are too nice to me ;^;

Anon said:Tododeku?

It sure is a ship, isn’t it - I’ve drawn for it in the past, I most probably will again in the future! :D

Anon said:you're honestly one of my fav artists on here! i love your style it feels so unique and is so pleasing to look at (((:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M CRYING THANK YOU

Anon said:Your art has this unique quality about it... its really hard to describe but there’s something so dynamic and god damn pretty about your work. It’s fantastic and you inspire me to keep on creating! I hope your day is absolutely wonderful and thank you for blessing us with your art!

I’m!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so glad I can make you want to create stuff, anon!!!!!! that’s the best thing anyone can ever tell me, oh my god ;^; thank you so much !!!

Anon said:I love it when you draw cuddly bakugou!! Its wonderful!!

THAT’S!!!! super great to hear cause I could probably draw only that for the foreseeable future and not mind it one bit holy smoke

Anon said:THE HUG COMICS ARE THE BEST COMICS, I LOVE HUGS AND BAKUGOU BEING PHYSICALLY AFFECTIONATE IS SOMETHING I LOVE, A++++, WOULD RECOMMEND.

HONESTLY BAKUGOU NEEDS ALL THE HUGS AND IF I MUST BE THE ONE TO GIVE THEM ALL TO HIM THEN SO BE IT

Anon said:all ur comics are fucking delightful and make my day everytime. i ve read them all like too many times? i read each multiple times in a row and im still giddy? i love them i love u

I!!!!!!! LOVE YOU TOO???? HOLY SHIT THANK YOU

Anon said:*sigh* soft-phisical contact lover bakugou save my week. And kiri is the most wonderfull sunshine and no one cant discuss that *sit down in the floor and manly crying*

Kiri is the brightest sunshine isn’t he ;^; the sun to Bakugou’s moon, it makes me weak and I cry a lot

Anon said:I never knew I could be so weak for kiribaku omg fran what have you done to me, on that note what little things do you think theyd do to take care of each other? Like kinda lowkey stuff theyd quietly do? Ahh anyway thank you so much for all the wonderful drawings, hope everything is going well for you :)

Well, this is just the feeling I got, but I’d say they do plenty for each other quietly and softly in canon too, don’t they? Bakugou especially, pointing out to Kirishima his strength when he can’t see it for himself and always trying to find a way to cheer him up when he’s down and giving him space when he needs it, training together, studying together, worrying over one another, Kiri making sure to always know what’s up with Bakugou and following him to help him, just generally being there for each other so that if and when they need they’ll know they’ll have someone they can lean on - their relationship is really mutually supportive, isn’t it? I cry so much they make me so happy ;^; *sob*

Anon said:When season 3 comes out wouldnt it be fun if krbk fans filmed their ch.90 being animated reactions?? I think it'd be so cool/cute to see all the emotions! What do you think?

You know, I’m pretty sure that IS gonna happen? People make reaction videos for so many things! It’s nice and fun, honestly, I love it~

Anon said:I really love the way you draw spiky hair! It looks so floofy and soft.

Boi thank you!!!! Spikes are super nice to draw, though admittedly I make them less spiky then they’re probably supposed to be haha

Anon said:As someone who adores Sero Hanta And is a die hard krbk fan can I just say how much I love you? Like I was having a rough-ish day and I can’t stop smiling now because of your latest comic. Seriously, I love you and your art is everything.

I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THAT ONE!!!!!!!! I adore Sero if I had any better clue how to draw him I’d draw him all the time always, true story, he’s such a fave ;^;

Anon said:OMG Fran!!! I want Bakugou's name tattooed on all their faces now!! Hahahaha!

You know, one of my first krbk fanarts was Bakugou writing his name on Kirishima’s forehead, actually....................

#fran answers #art tips #sorta??#something similar to it #i tried but you know how it is #i got no actual clue what im doing #lmao #anonymous

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ughthatimagineblog · 6 years

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not that smart

draco malfoy x ravenclaw!reader

requested: Hello! Um if you could, i would love a imagine where a ravenclaw girl, who actually isnt that smart and has to study all the time, catches the eye of draco. And draco is all rude and teases her continuously about not being smart even tho she really is until they have to do a project together and he is forced to work with her. And then he starts to really fall for her because of how hard she works to make the great grades she gets. I love all your stuff and thank you for your time and everything!

word count: 1597

warnings: idk tbh just be prepared for anything, OH WAIT, theres like mentions of a KiND OF smutty scene? like its just kissing but it paints an image of hot draco if u read it soooo

a/n: wowza this took 5 ever, now i can do my max v and hugh imagines! this was super fun to write tho. writing for harry potter always requires a lot of research for me lol

Birds flew around your Herbology class outside. You were in the middle of a book when you heard your friend Draco Malfoy laugh along with his goons. “Of course I do. Do you really think I’d believe that the stupid sorting hat made the right decision? Sure, she’s in Ravenclaw but she isn’t that smart.” He laughed, sounding cocky. You rolled your eyes. He was always like this around people. Attractive bastard. You thought to yourself. “Yeah, Malfoy? Is Chinese Chomping Cabbage useful for potions or charms? Or neither?” You quizzed him, poking your head up from your book.

He began to turn read as he looked at the two boys who were with him. C’mon, Malfoy, we’re in fifth year for God's sake. You thought to yourself. “Uh,” He stuttered out an a lightbulb went off in his head. He smirked and crossed his arms. “Neither.” He said confidently.

“Incorrect.” Professor Sprout shrilled, appearing at the end of the greenhouse. “Used for potions.” You said with a sad smile and Professor Sprout confirmed. Draco was as red as a tomato having just been proved wrong. “Speaking of knowledge,” Professor Sprout turned to the class. “We will be doing a three week long project on the different plants in this greenhouse and their uses.” Professor Sprout told the class. “You will be paired with someone to do this in the time allotted. I will be choosing partners.” A collection of disappointed sighs was heard amongst the students. Even you let out a small huff. You were hoping to be paired with Neville. You liked Draco and he was your friend and all, but Neville was the best at Herbology and you truly wanted to compare notes with him.

“Draco, you seem like you could use some practice, so I will be pairing you with Y/N.” She told him and the other kids laughed and Draco was visibly upset. Not that the disappointment was real. Deep down, he knew you and had talked with you before. You were enjoyable company. But you were a halfblood and Draco couldn’t be seen with a half blood. Not in a friendly way. His family has bred him to believe all half-bloods were all stupid and dirty, almost on-level with mudbloods.

You knew of the feelings Draco had towards you and, though you disagreed, you understood and respected his wishes. In one of your small conversations he had even told you to be prepared. “I might say some mean things, but I might not mean them. Some of them.” He had said in a hushed tone. You two were just friends and in reality, he didn’t know you too well. But you knew all about him. You liked the boy. If only he wasn’t so mean. But you know why he’s like this. It isn’t his fault. You told yourself.

Once everyone was paired, Draco moved closer to you reluctantly. “Do you even know how to identify plants just by looks?” He asked with doubt. You held the book you were reading up. It was an illustrated guide to identifying all magical herbs and plants. “Oh.” Was all he said. “I’ll start taking notes on the plants I can find. You need to read so you can help.” You told him and he rolled his eyes with a glare. You brushed him off and walked away. Draco sat down and began to read. While you were investigating a Screechsnap, you caught a glance at the boy you were paired with,only to find he was barely a boy anymore. You had known Draco since you were eleven and here you both were, now sixteen and Draco’s baby fat had disappeared. His muscles were now more defined and his jawline clenched and unclenched as he turned the pages. You caught a glimpse at the way he sat and you noticed he had rolled up his sleeves to show his defined arms. You felt your face heat up as you noticed how, almost manly, he looked and you quickly turned back to the task at hand, shaking off whatever thoughts roamed your mind. Meanwhile, Draco was reading and he notice scribbles here and there on the pages. How could he not? They practically took up the margins that weren’t taken up with the book’s original text. Things like ‘Do not use for. . .’ and ‘Works best at this temperature with this plant’. Some even had page numbers directing you to different plants. Draco looked up at you, surprised you had been this thorough in your studies. He noticed a small redness on your cheeks and his heart skipped. She’s blushing. He thought to himself, quickly followed by, of course she is, you idiot, it’s bloody hot in here. His thoughts made his smile fade a bit and his head turn back to the book. Yet, no matter how many times that second voice spoke, he couldn’t help but listen more to the first one. It had been Friday the day you and Draco were paired together and as you returned to class monday, Draco noticed a small pouch slung across your shoulder. “What’s that? Where you keep your teacher’s pet awards?” Draco teased and you rolled your eyes, opening the door to the greenhouse. “You’ll see, Malfoy.” You told him. You got to your station and pulled out a small book and rolls of parchment paper that had writing all over it. “What’s this?” He asked. “It’s all of my notes over every plant in this greenhouse. All I have to do is copy it down in this book and draw a few illustrations and then we can turn this in a few weeks early.” You said simply and Draco was at a loss for words. After two minutes, you counted, he spoke. “We?” He asked, watching you pull out a quill and some ink. “Yes. We.” You told him, not necessarily bothering to look up. Draco’s stomach dropped. He was feeling. . . Guilty? “Why? Why would you turn it in if I didn’t do anything?” He asked quietly. You looked up, unaware of how close his face was to yours.You stopped moving abruptly but stayed in the same spot. You gulped and found your words. “I’m surprised you care. Besides, I don’t mind.” You told him and you locked eyes with him, suddenly aware of his hot breath fanning your face. “Well give me the book and I can do some of the illustrations.” He reached for the book but you placed a hand on his. “Truly, Draco, don’t worry about it. I’m fine.” But he did worry about it. He stayed up at night, thinking about why you would do that for him. The next couple days, you showed up to class with the same few things. The book, that began to grow with words and pictures everyday you showed up, the parchment paper that held all of your notes, a quill and some ink, and your original studies book. Draco, guiltily, walked around and pretended to take notes as you instructed him to do so Professor Sprout wouldn’t be suspicious. On the third day, Thursday, you came to class with just the book and quill in your hands. You set it down in front of Draco and he looked up at you. “I figured you would want to look at it before I turn it in.” You said blandly but your heart was racing. I hope he likes it. Your mind seemed to scream. You hadn’t been able to get Draco out of your mind. The image of him with his sleeves rolled, a couple buttons undone, hair a mess above you, stroking your face and kissing your lips, it simply just wouldn’t leave you alone. “This,” his voice snapped you out of your daydream. “Is wonderful.” He looked up at you. “The work and art is so detailed, Y/N, this is magic.” He said in awe. He looked at you and felt the urge to kiss you. He was wrong about you not being intelligent enough for Ravenclaw. You could be smarter than Hermione Granger. “It’s not, I promise.” You laughed at his words and he nearly swooned. Her laugh. . . Draco sighed in his mind. He closed the book and looked down at it. His name was signed on the front next to yours and that pang of guilt flowed through him again. “Thank you, Y/N.” He said, honestly. Your station was towards the back and most of the students were outside. The ones that were inside were either out of earshot or they simply didn’t care. “Anything for y- I mean anytime.” You caught your automatic response and changed the words quickly. But Draco caught it and his heart nearly lept out of his chest. His hand reached up to cup your face and he leaned in. Just bloody kiss her, mate. The voice inside his mind screamed. His lips touched your cheek and stayed there for a few beats longer than a friendly kiss-on-the cheek. He pulled away hesitantly to find that same blush he now adored on your cheeks. He then proceeded to take the quill from off the table and fix a misspelled letter on the cover. You had spelled Herbology ‘Herbalogy’. An early-morning mistake, the both of you knew. Your blush grew to a red when you saw what you had done.

“Thank you.” You stuttered out as Draco tucked his hands in his pockets. “Anything for you.” He said, deciding to leave his feelings to be announced later, and left the greenhouse.

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Oh wow merry– New Year’s eve? How did this happen, you ask? Well, I had a perfectly structured fic that was supposed to be ready for Christmas, but at about 20k words I realized that I wasn’t even in the middle of the story yet and there was no way that would be ready on time. The solution I found? Write an entirely different story!!! Wow! I’m so smart! So here we are! Valentine’s day stuff instead of a weird soccer club AU! I poured my heart into this story (heh) and I ended up happy with the results. This is my gift for @bikatsuki, for the @dailybnha Secret Santa! This was super fun to write and I really hope you find this fun to read!

Title: Valentine’s day chocolate is (not) overrated. Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Word count: 5.386 Rating: T Warnings/Tags: Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Humor, Established Relationship, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, rated for language, Canon Compliant, Friendship Summary: Bakugou thinks Valentine’s day is a bullshit holiday for bullshit people that spend money on useless sweets. However, if Kirishima wants chocolate that bad…

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Katsuki Bakugou is an above-average man of simple needs. He has always been. Currently, for example, there are only two things he needs: first, to be the absolute best at everything. Second, to be left the fuck alone.

He’s working hard for the first already. He has been since he was a young child and, although he still has quite a long way to go, he’s getting closer every day. Bakugou is going to become one hell of a hero before anyone notices and fuck everything else.

The second need, however… There are a few problems.

“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Ashido asks, from Bakugou’s bed.

From his fucking bed. The black-eyed freak just showed up unannounced to his room asking for his notes which, okay, that was already annoying enough, but forgivable. Bakugou is one of the top students of their year, so he can’t blame Ashido for wanting to take a peek at his notes.

Although it isn’t like him to help his rivals, Ashido… isn’t horrible. If compared to some other people, that is. When he becomes a professional hero, Bakugou will have to interact with other heroes and he’d rather have Ashido there than not. Considering how she barely managed to get passing grades in their second year, she’ll need all the help she can get, be it from Bakugou or the ponytail chick or the ginger ponytail chick or whomever is patient enough to help her.

That being said, Bakugou gave her the notes and told her to scram. Instead of doing that, Ashido waved him off breezily and walked into his room.

“Don’t be silly,” she had said. “I’m more productive when I have company.”

And she dove into his bed, pulling her own notebook from her bright green backpack to start copying his notes.

Bakugou let her. After three years dealing with his classmates’ bullshit, he’d learned a thing or two. For example, he learned that Sero is probably the second least annoying of all of them, so he found himself hanging with Sero whenever he didn’t want to be bugged about being a loner. He learned that Kaminari thrives on attention, so the best way to get rid of him when he’s being annoying is to simply ignore him. He also learned that when Ashido wants something, sometimes it’s easier to just let her have her way, because arguing causes her to start nagging and Bakugou has no energy for that.

But then she starts trying to make small talk while he is studying - and she’s also supposed to be studying, mind you. Bakugou is drawing the line.

“Focus on what you’re doing,” he says.

“I’m focused,” Ashido replies. “I’m great at multitasking.”

“Multitasking is bullshit. You either whole-ass a thing or you half-ass two.”

“Aw, Baku. You care.”

“Don’t call me that. And I don’t fucking care, I just want you to finish what you’re doing so you leave me the fuck alone.”

Ashido throws a pillow at him and misses by almost an entire meter. Really makes you wonder how safe it is to train with this woman that projects acid from her skin.

“Don’t be mean or next time I’ll study with Yaomomo instead.”

Bakugou wants to scream out of frustration, but he knows that’s what she wants. If he explodes, that means that she’s won and Bakugou won’t let her have that.

“Then.” He grits through his teeth. “Why the fuck. Aren’t you. Studying. With her.”

Ashido shrugs. “She had a date.”

And she waits, smiling expectantly. However, Bakugou couldn’t care less about the ponytail chick’s love life, so he doesn’t ask about it. Instead, he turns his back to Ashido and focus on his own homework.

The coldness technique despite working wonders on Kaminari, does very little against Ashido.

“Fine, fine, I’ll work in silence. So long you answer the question. What are you doing tomorrow after class?”

Bakugou sighs. “I don’t fucking know, all right? Nothing. Now shut up.”

As always, Ashido does the opposite of what she was told. “Wonderful! If you’re free, come shopping with me!”

“I’m busy so no.”

“Don’t be an ass! I’ll help you pick good chocolate.”

“The fuck would I buy chocolate for?” he asks

Ashido pouts in disappointment. “So, you already bought yours? Dang it. All the girls already bought theirs and I was thinking of stealing some of each of them, but that would be uncool. I thought we could buy some together.”

Bakugou finally takes the bait and turns to her once more. As annoying as she is, Ashido is good at remembering things about her friends. (Not that Bakugou is her friend-friend. He’s a person that she knows some things about, that’s all.) Ashido should know by now that Bakugou does not care for any kind of sweet, chocolate included. Why would she think she could get him to go out with her by bribing him with chocolate?

“I didn’t buy any chocolate,” he says. “Why would I spend money on chocolate?”

Ashido’s eyes grow wide.

“Wha- Bakugou, it’s almost Valentine’s day!”

“So?”

Ashido gasps loudly, jumping to her feet and throwing her hands up because she’s a huge drama queen.

“Oh my God,” she screeches. “You’re my best friend’s boyfriend! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!”

On the verge of his patience, Bakugou stands as well because, regardless of their position in the least-annoying-classmate list (Ashido ranks third, after Kirishima and Sero), no one yells at him. In his room (and in all the other rooms, except when Present Mic is around) Bakugou always screams the loudest.

“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING, YOU RACCOON EYED FREAK?”

“EVERYTHING, YOU NORMAL EYED JERK! IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY! YOU SHOULD GIVE YOUR BOYFRIEND CHOCOLATE!”

Bakugou gapes at her. “Girls give chocolate on Valentine’s day.”

“Are you a moron?” Ashido crosses her arms and pouts. “A lot of not-girls give away Valentine’s day chocolate. Kiri got a bunch last year.”

That makes Bakugou stop on his tracks.

“People gave Kirishima chocolate?”

“Wow, wow, hold your murderous jealousy.” Ashido raises her hands in a surrender gesture. “That was before you two started dating. And yes, your precious Kirishima got chocolate. Now, he isn’t popular with girls. At all. Most girls think he goes a little over the top with the manly thing…”

Bakugou mumbles something about girls not knowing shit about anything, but Ashido promptly ignores him.

“A lot of boys look up to him, though. And his popularity has only grown now that we’re third years. Now how embarrassing would it be if Kirishima got chocolates from all of his underclassmen but not from his own boyfriend?”

Bakugou glares at her and opens his mouth to argue. He can’t think of any response to that, so he shuts his lips again.

Suddenly, he imagines himself with a neatly wrapped package of chocolate, waiting at the gates of the school for Kirishima. People walking by, staring at him and giggling, because all of them know. They simply know what Bakugou is doing there and they’re all laughing at him. There’s no way he’d do such a ridiculous thing.

“This entire celebration is bullshit,” he says finally.

Ashido grins. “You know I’m right, don’t you?”

“Out.”

“What!”

“Out of my fucking room, Raccoon girl! OUT!”

When Ashido doesn’t shows any signs of moving, Bakugou picks her up and ignores her shocked shout. He throws her over his shoulder and pretends not to notice her struggles to get down. She doesn’t try to use her quirk to slide from his grip (because the last time she did, Bakugou reacted by using his own quirk, things got out of hand and the two of them exploded/melted a hole on the floor and Aizawa almost expelled them both) but she screams and kicks a lot.

“I didn’t finish copying your notes yet!” She protests loudly.

“Too fucking bad!” Bakugou replies and tosses her out of the room, locking the door after her.

The nerve of that girl, honestly.

On the next day, Bakugou runs alongside Kaminari. It’s just the beginning of the laps, so both boys pace themselves. Both are wearing disappointed faces - Kaminari looking sadder, Bakugou angrier.

“Man, I can’t believe he chose Tetsutetsu over us,” Kaminari says with a pout.

“Shut up,” Bakugou replies.

Kaminari nods, as though Bakugou’s answer is reasonable - as though he could understand some hidden meaning in Bakugou’s words - and keeps running. On that moment, both boys are experimenting deep betrayal.

For most of their P.E. practices, the teachers ask them to have a partner. Most students pick a permanent partner for the entire year.

On their first year, Kirishima had been Bakugou’s partner. How could he not? His quirk was the most compatible with Bakugou’s and the two of them worked well together. They had a good dynamic. Meanwhile, Kaminari was partners with the goth chick. Their quirks weren’t the most compatible, but they got along well and thus understood each other enough to battle side by side.

On their second year, Kirishima and Kaminari were on class B while Bakugou remained a class A student. Bakugou ended up forming a temporary partnership with Sero while Kirishima and Kaminari partnered up with one another.

On their third year, Kirishima, Kaminari and Bakugou were together in the same class again, so Kirishima had a choice to make. (That shouldn’t be much of a choice, really, after all Bakugou was Kirishima’s fucking boyfriend and Kaminari could just return to Jirou.) But then, when Bakugou went ahead and asked Kirishima to run with him for Aizawa’s stupid, boring marathon, Kirishima smiled at him and went:

“Sorry, babe, but Tetsu asked first, so I’m going with him.”

Bakugou was so shocked he isn’t sure what he replied. Next thing he knows, he’s heard Kaminari yelling something about “bros before hoes” and he came by complaining that the goth girl had ditched him for the ponytail chick. And then he was promptly turned down by Kirishima as well.

“You know what?” Kaminari starts. “You should totally make Kirishima sleep on the couch, Blasty.”

Bakugou could point out that he and Kirishima don’t live together. He could tell Kaminari to go fuck himself (he kinda wants to. Really bad.) However, they are supposed to run five laps around campus side by side, so Bakugou prefers to finish the task before lashing out. He adopts his recently-discovered, very effective strategy for dealing with Kaminari: pretending he hasn’t even heard what the other boy said. Sometimes he succeeds and Kaminari shuts up, defeated. Sometimes Kaminari ends up pulling an Ashido and taking Bakugou’s silence as a challenge to see how far Bakugou’s non-existent patience stretches.

The latter often results in something exploding, someone (often Bakugou) being electrocuted and Kaminari going on full idiot mode, so it isn’t a path Kaminari chooses often.

Today, however…

“Oh, I know!” Kaminari grins widely. “Tell him you’re not giving him chocolate on Valentine’s day!”

Bakugou glares at Kaminari until his stupid grin dims a little. He turns his gaze forward before answering.

“I’m not giving him any stupid chocolate anyway.”

Kaminari stumbles on thin air and stops running. Bakugou wonders why these idiots have to react like this, especially when they are in the middle of a fucking class.

“What do you mean you’re not going to give him chocolate? He’s your boyfriend.”

Why does everybody keep saying that as if Bakugou would forget?

“So fucking what?” Bakugou throws his hands up in frustration. “Yes, even though he prefers running with fucking Tin Man, he’s my boyfriend! I know! Still not giving him fucking chocolate! Screw this damn holiday!”

“But you gotta, man! You’re supposed to give your boyfriend chocolate! It’s, like, the law.”

“You were just telling me not to give him the stupid chocolate!”

“I obviously wasn’t being serious! What the hell, Bakugou!”

Ponytail and Goth run past them, both girls chatting idly as they run in a comfortable pace. Ponytail gives them a worried look as though she’s considering interfering in their discussion. Goth knows better, so she grabs Ponytail’s arm and makes sure she doesn’t stop. Bakugou can’t believe these losers are running ahead of them because of Kaminari’s nonsense. His patience starts wearing thin.

“Whatever, just get moving again.”

“No!” Kaminari stomps his foot. “Damn, Bakugou, the least you can do for your boyfriend is give him chocolate on Valentine’s day. Kirishima would give you chocolate.”

When Kaminari says it, Bakugou realizes that he can picture that easily. Kirishima is the kind of person that would wait by the school gates. He wouldn’t mind the people staring and giggling, though. Or, well, he would mind, but he would tell himself to endure it, because that would be the manly thing to do. He would be carrying a badly wrapped package that he tried decorating himself in a horrifying red paper with little biceps drawn on it or something equally preposterous. It would look awful, but Kirishima would have spent the entire night working on it.

Bakugou shakes his head to wipe that image off of his brain.

“He would not,” he says, “because Kirishima knows I hate chocolate.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz you’re the Grinch,” Kaminari scoffs. “But if you were a regular human being, Kirishima would totally give you chocolate. And, somewhere deep down in this little grinchy raisin that you call a heart, you know that it’s your moral duty to give Kirishima sweet, nice, homemade chocolate.”

Bakugou breathes in and out. Kirishima is the kind of moron that would get super excited over useless shit like this. Homemade chocolate and all of that crap.

Then Deku and Todoroki run past them. Deku gives them a curious, yet mildly terrified look. Todoroki doesn’t even glance in their direction.

There’s no way Bakugou is finishing these stupid warm-up laps after those assholes.

“Kaminari, you shut your damn mouth and start fucking running this instant or I’m gonna give you a reason to run.”

“Pffft. As if.”

Bakugou tenses up and small explosions starts to crack in the palms of his hands. Kaminari lets out a high-pitched screech and starts running.

Good.

Bakugou is not thinking about Valentine’s day when he heads to his bedroom on that night. It’s a stupid holiday, anyway. Everything is annoying and pink at the shopping centers, chocolate is overpriced and people won’t shut up about confessing feelings and getting confessions and all of that bullshit about obligatory chocolate and romantic chocolate and store - bought and homemade- Long story short, Bakugou thinks the entire concept of Valentine’s day is bullshit.

He’s already twisting the knob of his door when he decides he’s too annoyed for homework. He takes a couple of extra steps and opens Kirishima’s door instead, going in without knocking.

He finds Kirishima lying on his back on the floor with a manga in hands. Instead of telling Bakugou off for just walking in as though he owns the place, Kirishima smiles brightly at him.

“Hey,” he says. “I thought you were going to ignore me longer for ditching you for Tetsu earlier.”

Bakugou blinks, taken aback. Fuck. He was so busy not thinking about Valentine’s day he’d forgotten he was supposed to be angry at Kirishima.

He decides to just avoid the comment.

“Aren’t you supposed to be studying?” He asks.

Kirishima sits up and opens his arms for Bakugou. “Did you come here to study?”

Kirishima is wearing a sleeveless shirt and his hair is tucked in a small ponytail on the base of his nape. That and his bashful smile are an invitation not even someone as strong as Bakugou could resist.

“No,” he says and he settles in front of Kirishima, letting him loop his arms around his waist.

“Then I’m not supposed to be studying either,” Kirishima says and kisses him.

Bakugou’s (not) friends often tell him he needs to chill. That he’s going to eventually have a permanent wrinkle carved into his forehead and die of stress at the age of 26. Bakugou tells them they should go fuck themselves, although he does think he could use a little less tension. Sometimes.

When he’s kissing Kirishima, Bakugou doesn’t feel tense at all. Ever since the sports festival of their first year, Bakugou has always known that Kirishima is unbreakable and that he will not waver. Since then he started feeling… safe… around Kirishima. There’s no other way of explaining it.

After months together, their kisses have become less awkward, with less teeth clashing (for which Bakugou thanks God. He lost count of how many times Kirishima’s stupid teeth had gotten him split lips that had all of their friends bothering them about.)

Now their kisses are confident and unworried. Bakugou knows how to bite down on Kirishima’s lower lip just hard enough that has him making that adorable little throaty sound. Kirishima knows how Bakugou loves it when he wraps his arms around his shoulders and pulls him closer until there’s no space between them. They’re growing used to each other. Their kisses are starting to feel like coming home.

Bakugou puts a hand on the floor for better leverage, but his fingers touch something crisp. He breaks the kiss with a (mildly disgusting) wet sound and looks down, startled. It’s candy wrap.

“Uh…” Kirishima says, still a little dazed, as though he’s wondering where Bakugou’s lips went. Then his gaze follows Bakugou’s. “Oh. Sorry, I was eating this earlier and forgot to toss the paper.”

He grabs the paper and gets up to throw it in the trash bin. Bakugou follows him with his eyes.

“I thought you didn’t like sweets that much.”

“I prefer savory food, true.” Kirishima nods as he comes back to Bakugou’s side. “But Kendou-chan got this huge chocolate box from her mother and she was sharing with everyone, so she gave me one. And well. It’s chocolate. I wouldn’t refuse chocolate.”

Kirishima chuckles a bit and Bakugou squints at him.

“What’s wrong? You wanted chocolate too? I didn’t think of saving some for you, since-”

“I hate chocolate, of fucking course I didn’t want it.”

“Then what is it? You were making that intense face.”

Bakugou stands and offers a hand to pull Kirishima up as well. Kirishima takes it with only a mild confused look.

“Off your ass,” Bakugou says. “We’re gonna do your homework now.”

Kirishima protests that he wants to keep making out, but Bakugou makes a compelling point by pulling Kirishima’s grades from the last written tests. They find the middle ground: they don’t do homework or make out, but they sit together and cuddle on Kirishima’s bed while reviewing some important points from the lasts classes.

With his head resting on Bakugou’s shoulder, Kirishima only pays half-attention, every now and then pressing small kisses to Bakugou’s shoulder and openly laughing when Bakugou scolds him.

Bakugou must be losing his touch, but he simply can��t stay angry when Kirishima is smiling like that.

If he could, Bakugou would like to be the reason of that smile. Which means…

Fuck.

Bakugou Katsuki is an above-average man that cares about very little. In fact, you could say that he only cares about two things.

The first thing he cares about is his lifelong dream of becoming the number one. He’s worked his ass off to be the best hero he can be and dedicated all of himself to his goal. He refined his talents and worked hard through his issues and got far, and he would go farther than anyone else, because he cares so deeply for his dream.

The second thing Bakugou cares about is Kirishima.

Well, sue him. Kirishima is strong and funny and beautiful and Bakugou fucking loves him. He doesn’t want to be the boy waiting by the school gates with a stupid pink package and he certainly doesn’t want Kirishima to give him chocolate because let’s be honest: Kirishima would totally put protein inside his homemade chocolates and they would taste disgusting. Bakugou does, however, want Kirishima to smile.

So he doesn’t go out on that Saturday because stupid underclassmen are giving chocolate to his damn boyfriend and the tradition demands that he asserts dominance by giving the most impressive, most homemade (?) chocolate. (Although the dominance is 100% his, because Kirishima loves him and his chocolate is going to be the best of all.) He doesn’t go shopping for chocolate because Kirishima would give him chocolate (despite the fact that he wouldn’t lose in chocolate giving, not even to Kirishima.)

Bakugou goes out because he can’t take out of his head the image of Kirishima’s smile, wide and sunny, all because he got chocolate from his boyfriend. Kirishima will probably brag about it to his stupid friends and Bakugou will have to yell at him because of it, but Kirishima will smile again and Bakugou will melt inside and muster all of his strength not to show anything on the outside.

And everything else be damned. Bakugou isn’t ashamed of any of that.

The only reason he’s wearing the beanie and the face mask is because it’s cold outside, it’s not that he’s trying to not get recognized while he browses through shelves and shelves of chocolate in a stupid store that smells awfully sweet.

A cheerful girl wearing the store’s uniform offers Bakugou help, which causes a group of giggling girls to eye him curiously. He tells the girl to scram and the group of gigglers decides to look for their chocolate in a different aisle. Bakugou has barely had time to feel thankful for the relative solitude when a pair of familiar people waltz into the store.

“If you don’t behave, I’m not giving you friend chocolate,” Ashido threatens.

“If you don’t give me chocolate, you better find another failing-grades-partner,” Kaminari says.

Bakugou.

Wants to die.

He turns around and he starts heading to the back of the store, somewhere, anywhere, he just needs to hide until he finds an opportunity to leave or-

“Bakugou?”

Fuck.

“How the hell did you know it was me?”

“Bakugou!” Ashido comes running in his direction, her eyes sparkling. “You stick out like a sore thumb! No one else is wearing all black in an entirely pink store!”

“And I’d recognize those saggy pants anywhere, anytime.” Kaminari says, making finger guns.

Ashido and Bakugou stare at him.

“Not that I stare at your butt all the time, of course,” he explains with a solemn nod. “It’s just that Kirishima is all dude-look-at-Bakugou’s-butt so often that I kinda grew familiar with it.”

“To be fair, I also stare at his butt sometimes,” Ashido says and shrugs.

Bakugou lets out a heavy sigh. “What are you fucks doing here?”

“Buying chocolate,” Ashido says cheerfully. “And so are you! I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, my precious, hot-headed son.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he says.

“Bakugou, language!” Ashido gasps and then turns to the nervous saleswoman that has been eyeing the three since they started carelessly yelling about butts. “Forgive my rude son, he’s an Aries.”

“Sooo…” Kaminari starts with a shit-eating grin that has, like, 50% chance of causing an explosion. “You are buying Kirishima chocolate after all.”

“Ok, so listen here, you dipshits,” Bakugou starts, stabbing a finger at Kaminari’s chest. “Yes, I’m fucking buying chocolate for my stupid freaking boyfriend and that’s none of your damn business. If you don’t want me to shove that damn candy cane over there up your goddamned ass, you better stay the hell outta my way , GOT IT?”

And yet.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?”

Bakugou had thought this through. His dumb classmates can’t cook for shit, so he almost always has the kitchen all for himself. He decided to prepare Kirishima’s chocolate at night, when everyone is in too tired because of whatever torture Aizawa had put them through and not in the fucking kitchen. Then how come he finds himself staring at the grinning ugly mugs of Sero, Ashido and Kaminari?

“We came to help,” Sero says cheerfully.

“I don’t want your dumb shits’ help. Scram.”

“Don’t be like that, Katsuki-kun,” Ashido says. “We won’t get in your way. Think of us as just pleasant company.”

“PLEASANT MY FUCKING ASS, YOU-”

“Now, now!” Kaminari raises his hands as if surrendering. “This is the dorms kitchen, Bakugou. We have every right to be here as U.A. students, don’t you think?”

Bakugou is about to explode Kaminari’s entire stupid face when he notices the little curl on the corner of his lip. Kaminari is being a little shit on purpose. He wants to annoy Bakugou into exploding on him. The little bastard.

Ignoring the bottomless rage in his gut, Bakugou counts to 10 in his head like his therapist told him to and heads to the stove with his bag of chocolate. As he starts searching for a pan in the cupboard, he thinks to himself that maybe his therapist is working with his classmates. Telling them to put Bakugou to test or something. Because that sounds like something that hag would do and these assholes really have been testing Bakugou’s limits.

“Wait, wait, wait, what are you doing?” Sero asks.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m melting the chocolate.”

“It looks like you’re about to fry that chocolate bar by putting it directly into the pan.”

Bakugou stays there, holding a frying pan in one hand and a chocolate bar in the other. The question hangs in the air and it seems like no one dares to say the words out loud until Kaminari asks:

“Isn’t that how you melt the chocolate?”

“No!” Ashido frowns. “That’s how you burn chocolate. But… But Bakugou knew that, right?”

Silence.

“Oh my God.” Sero starts grinning. “Oh my God. Bakugou. Could it be… The reason you didn’t want to make chocolate for Kirishima… Was it because you can’t bake?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Kaminari says. “Bakugou can do anything in the kitchen.”

Silence stretches again. The three dumbasses gape at Bakugou, who refuses to look up at any of their idiotic faces. Ashido lets out a small huff. Bakugou explodes (but not literally, for once.)

“BAKING IS FUCKING USELESS!”

“OH MY GOD, IT’S TRUE!”

“So you need our help in the end!” Sero says with delight. “Bakugou, how? You’re one of the best cooks I know, how is that you can’t bake?”

“I don’t need to bake, all right? Desserts are fucking pointless, just eat enough real food!”

“That’s the most Bakugou thing I have ever heard,” Kaminari says. “And it makes me wonder what Kirishima sees in you.”

“It’s his butt,” Sero says.

“I never thought I’d say this, but enough about Bakugou’s butt,” Ashido intervenes. “Boys, don’t you see? This is an emergency! Tomorrow’s Valentine’s day and Bakugou is useless!”

“Hey, watch it!”

“We must work together to save Kirishima’s Valentine’s day!”

“LISTEN TO ME!”

No one listens to him. In a way, that is good because he really doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do and… well. Ashido, Sero and Kaminari seem as invested in Kirishima’s happiness as Bakugou is. He might actually cook each of them something later as a thank you.

You know, just because he hates owing people favors.

Sero and Ashido know how to melt the chocolate, but their baking experience is apparently limited to watching their mothers. In the end, the four of them end up around the kitchen island staring at a bowl of liquid chocolate without a clue of what to do with it.

“Now what?” Ashido asks.

“We… We could make a cake?” Kaminari suggests.

“With just chocolate? I don’t think we can make a cake with that.”

“We could asks Sato to help us,” Sero says.

“No,” Bakugou grabs the bowl and takes it with him to the counter.

“Blasty, this isn’t the time to let your pride get in the way,” Ashido starts, but Bakugou shuts her up with a single glare.

“You dumbasses don’t know shit any more than I do,” he says. “So I might as well deal with this alone. This is my Valentine’s gift to Kirishima, so I’m the one that should do it on my own.”

The three idiots stare at Bakugou in dumbfounded silence for a moment. Then they start smiling and Bakugou braces himself. They’re about to go all sentimental on him, tell him how much he’s grown and how proud they are. Ashido is going to call him son, Sero will apologize for teasing him and Kaminari will probably cry a little. Bakugou will hate every second of it, it will feel as though his face is burning, but he probably won’t explode them when Ashido inevitably drag them into a group hug.

Before any of that happens, however, Bakugou is saved.

“Oh my God, that was so manly ,” says Kirishima from the door.

“Kirishima, no!” Kaminari shouts, jumping in front of Bakugou as if to hide him from view. “It’s bad look to see the groom before the wedding!”

“We’re not helping Bakugou to surprise you, wherever you got that idea?!” Sero joins Kaminari.

“Who’s Bakugou?” Ashido yells. “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for Bakugou,” Kirishima says.

Bakugou almost appreciates their absurd efforts and he would have laughed at their antics if he wasn’t so frustrated. He’d failed. He didn’t make the stupid chocolate, even after all of that drama and Kirishima found out about his pathetic attempt. He glares at his own feet, embarrassed and angry at himself.

He hears Kirishima crossing the kitchen towards him, but he refuses to look up until he hears Kirishima’s voice.

“ Babe ,” he says, his tone hoarse with emotion. “Blasty, you were making me Valentine’s day chocolate?”

Bakugou avoids Kirishima’s eyes as he mumbles something impossible to understand.

“Bakugou, you hate chocolate,” Kirishima says. “And you hate Valentine’s day even more.”

Bakugou pouts. “But I love you.” (He ignores Ashido’s little screech.) “And you care about this dumb shit, so I thought… I thought I might give it a try. Or whatever.”

“Bakugou!” Kirishima half shouts, half cries and he grabs Bakugou’s face between his hands, squeezing his cheeks and making sure Bakugou can’t avoid his gaze anymore.

Bakugou is glad that he does. Because Kirishima’s eyes are sparkling like never before and his smile is so wide and beautiful it almost hurts to look at. Bakugou doesn’t want to stop seeing that expression ever again.

“Bakugou, I never expected you to make me chocolate,” Kirishima says, still squeezing his face. “I was going to ask you on a date instead, you bastard, I can’t believe you beat me to it.”

“A date?” Bakugou frowns, thinking of the restaurants downtown covered in pink hearts and cupid decorations with a little disgust.

“Yeah. I know you hate all this corny stuff, so I was going to ask you to go hiking? Remember that restaurant near the camp we went last year? I figured we could go there and have spicy meat curry instead of chocolate, because it’s our favorite foods combined. And then we could go hiking and make our own Valentine’s day and stuff. I can’t believe you were willing to go against your principles and make me chocolate!”

Kirishima wanted to go hiking. Bakugou’s cheeks are starting to hurt and he can’t form words properly with his entire face being squished like that. Still, he manages to say:

“I lohe ya’ sho much .”

Kirishima laughs out loud and leans in to kiss him. Bakugou hears their friends giggling on the background and he makes a dismissive gesture at them blindly before putting his hands to better use and pulling Kirishima closer. He’s too busy to check whether they actually leave after that.

There’s not a lot that Bakugou Katsuki wants or cares about. But three things are for sure: he wants to keep making Kirishima smile. And he cares about the idiots that are his classmates. And, last but not least, he’s on the correct path to become the best hero (and boyfriend) that ever existed.

In the end, he’s still learning. For example, he’s learned that he shouldn’t underestimate chocolate. If this is what he gets with a bowl of soggy chocolate, imagine next year after he finally masters his chocolate baking skills.

#kiribaku #bakushima #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #dailybnhasecretsanta #bnha #bnha fanfic #poteto writing

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asaseya · 6 years

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The Princess of the Court: Chapter Nine

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Blouse and Skirt, check. Blazer, check. White socks, double check. Feeling like today warranted a bit of sparkle Majida switched her front pair of earrings for golden star shaped studs. She normally kept her hair in one style during the week, today she styled the front portion of her hair into a crown braid and swept the rest into a side ponytail. The box from the uniform company was waiting by her apartment door after basketball practice last night. Since she had ballet practice the next morning she pressed it immediatly and placed it in a garment bag. She rode her bike to practice carefully so that the bag wouldn’t fall from on top of her basket. And hung the bag up as soon as she opened her locker.

Natsuki clapped as Majida did a little twirl. “I thought you said your uniform wasn’t due to arrive til Monday?” she asked.

Practice passed quickly today. Their instructor noticed Majida’s good mood and was a little bit harsher on her than usual, not that Majida cared. “I thought so too, but I’m not going to complain.” She looked down and waved her foot. In her excitement she’d even shined her shoes, a pair of black leather mary janes, she could see her reflection in them. “It’s weird to see my legs.” The skirt should reach just below her knees, but like most girls she’d rolled her skirt up, just enough that the hem line was above her knee. She’d go higher but it didn’t seem appropriate, nor prudent. Accidentally flashing her neighbors while she rode her bike wouldn’t raise their opinion of her.

Natsuki giggled. “Are you sending your male uniform back?”

“They said I could keep it so...I guess I’ll keep it? Never know, I might break it back out in the winter. I don’t do cold.”

Natsuki laughed a bit louder now, drawing looks from the other girls in the locker room. Now that Majida thought of it they probably didn’t hear Natsuki laugh loudly often, if at all. Guess that’s the natural outcome of isolating a person.

Majida swiped on some lip gloss before zipping up her bag. She slung it on her shoulder and draped her garment bag over her arm. “Ready to go?”

Natsuki nodded and grabbed her things. “Are you sure that you don’t want a ride?”

“Yep. Wanna feel the breeze.” Majida made a swooshing motion with her hand, inspiring another loud laugh from Natsuki.

Furuse stood at the same spot as yesterday, watering the plants in his grandmother’s sted. Majida wondered if she should stop and say hello, but decided not to push her luck. She’d had enough weird conversations for the week. Furuse watched her as she speed past,eyes wide. That reaction was the standard once she entered the school. The stares continued as she walked down the hall, even her classmates greeted her with silence.

Amari-kun broke the ice. “Good job” He gave her a thumbs up. “Though you could roll the skirt up a little bit mo-”

Maki-chan bopped him on the head with a notebook. “Please stop.”

Amari scratched his spiky hair, he seemed to think the upward style made him taller. “Don’t worry I still like your legs the best Ma-”

Maki flushed. She hit him with the notebook again, harder this time. The thunk could be heard throughout the classroom.

“Think this counts as spousal abuse?” Airi asked dryly.

“Sp...spousal!?” Maki got even redder and moved to attack Airi. Wielding her notebook with a vengeance.

Airi doged, barely. She scrambled to stand behind Hina, a strange sight since Hina was the shorter of the two

Hina raised her hands defensively and Maki, dejected, stopped her assault. She sulked back to her seat.

“Sooo,” Hina started once she was certain she was no longer in danger. She disentagled herself from a still wary Airi. “Nakamura-kun, what do you think about the change?”

“Why are you asking him?” Majida asked as she sat at her desk.

“I hate it,” Shin answered.

Majida squinted at him. “Huh?”

“Doesn't fit in with my plans to smuggle you onto the team,” Shin said matter of factly. He didn’t look up from his sports magazine.

She rolled her eyes at him then turned to face forward in her seat. “Yes, because living my life according to your plans is my ultimate destiny.”

Shin flipped a page in his magazine. “I’m glad that we’ve come to an understanding.”

“You two are the weirdest couple,” Hina said as she took her seat in front of Majida.

Majida’s brain fizzled, managing only to stare at Hina in her shock. Where did she get that idea?

Airi took her seat next to Hina. “Oh! She’s not denying it!” she said in a sing song tone of voice.

Shin lowered his magazine as he laughed. “I’m sorry? You think we’re together?” He gestured to Majida. “Oh, that’s funny.”

“Ouch,” Hina said. “Are you okay with this?”

Majida shrugged. If he denied it then she wouldn’t have to. “Not at all concerned.”

“Ignore Hina Majida-chan,” Hayashi said from across the room. “She just likes to play matchmaker.”

“No one asked you,” Hina responded bitterly.

Several students charttered, giving overlapping accounts of Hina’s failed matchmaking attempts. The jovial conversation was halted by the class door opening. Everyone turned to see Furuse-kun standing in the entrance. His eyes flitted about, looking for somewhere unintrusive to rest. He blushed deeply when his eyes met Majida’s. A sinking feeling washed over her. Please, Please, PLEASE let that just be a sign of general embarrassment.

Furuse ducked away, hurring to his seat. He was quickly ignored by the rest of the class.

“Excuse me,” Ko always felt ten times taller when visiting the first year floor. He felt five times taller when was a freshman, but the growth spurts never stopped. He was now around 6’2” and if his father was any indication he still had an inch or two to go until he reached his full height. The first years sitting outside of their classroom looked up at him with wide eyes. As if he’d suddenly snap and eat them if they made the wrong move. He was never good at managing his neutral expression and had stopped trying after middle school. At the very least he never had to worry about anyone disrespecting him, something he used to his advantage whenever possible.

The girl stood first. “Yes?” she answered, her voice wavering.

The boy stood soon after. He patted the girls shoulder before taking over. “What can we help you with?”

Absently Ko wondered how much hair gel the boy used to make his hair so spiky. He resisted the urge to ask. “I’m looking for Mikami-chan.”

The pair looked to each other, communicating without saying a word. The boy broke their gaze first, moving to poke his head into the classroom. “Majida-chan. Someone’s looking for you.”

“Yeah?” Mikami called from the classroom.

Ko moved to stand in front of the door, quickly scanning the faces in the room. Mikami rose from the gaggle of girls who had pushed their desks together at the center of the classroom. Huh...Ko had heard a lot about Mikami. Mostly because she was a popular topic of discussion. The neighborhood was fairly insular so anyone from a larger city piqued the student body’s interest. Last year a transfer from Yokohama was the subject of rumors well past the first quarter. Mikami? She seemed bound to give the rumor mill material for years. Ko didn’t take kindly to rumors. It felt rational to limit his ideas of people based on what he knew instead of hear say.

What he did know? Well, he wasn’t at all convinced that Mikami made a convincing guy. Mostly because he spent too much time around guys to miss certain tell tale signs. Most notably, she didn’t reek after practice. He had seen her in the male uniform and could see how an unobservant person could make the mistake from behind. And maybe someone who’s ideals of manliness were shaped by pop stars could think she was a boy from the front. But anyone who interacted with her and still thought she was a guy was an idiot. Cultural differences aside, she carried herself like a girl. Even her style on the court lacked the aggression and showmanship popular in basketball currently. Too many boys, himself included, watched too many NBA games and tried to copy what they saw. Or at least they did until a good coach could drill proper form into them. None of the girls he knew who played, Mikami included, had this affliction.

As for the rest, she was stupidly flexible. Which meant the rumors of her studying ballet had to be true in some form. Ko toyed with the idea of making her flexibility a taboo topic for the team. The constant jokes made it such that he could not but notice or consider its implications. It was weird. It was weird because sure he would have noticed anyway, he wasn’t some paragon of virtue like Masaru seemed to think just because he didn’t have a new girlfriend every month. He checked girls out all the time. But she was, at least for the moment, a part of the team and thus off limits.

Today’s meeting added to his knowledge of her physical attributes. She had rather shapely calves. Like, obviously she never skipped leg day and he needed to know her routine. Also, baggy gym clothes should be banned for women because, he sighed internally, hips. And now he was staring, okay maybe she didn’t need to be off limits all the time, just on the court. Or just- Ko now realized that she had caught him staring. “You changed your uniform?” he asked lightly.

“I have.” She didn’t seem to completely buy his cover. He’d seen her do this before while playing, that piercing gaze. Masaru did it too when he played, must be a point guard thing, always watching, always picking people apart. Masaru didn’t make him feel ticklish whenever he did it though.

“Have you already eaten lunch?” he asked, working hard to strengthen his voice. To pretend that everything is normal, that he didn’t just get caught.

“No, Captain. Not yet.” she answered with a little too much deference for his liking.

“Good, Can we talk for a moment?”

“Sure.”

“The captain huh….” a girl with short hair held back by a headband said. She gave Mikami a smug look.

“Must be some serious team business,” a girl with a high ponytail added.

“Hmm, but why would he only want Jida-chan then? Certainly Nakamura-kun should be going too.” headband girl said .

Ko managed to keep his expression calm. “It concerns the female team.”

Mikami looked over to the two girls with a smile that said “See, nothing to fuss over!” The girls didn’t look convinced. There was going to be another rumor circulating by the end of the day.

The walk to the courtyard was longer than usual. Partly because she walked silently behind him like he was leading her to the gallows. Added to that were the weird looks they were getting. There was no need to wait for her year mates to start rumors it seemed. By the end of the day It would be said that one of them had confessed their feelings or whatever because apparently life worked as depicted in his little sister’s manga collection.

Ko found a spot where they wouldn’t be overheard under a large tree and sat down. “I need to ask something before we get to business.”

Mikami sat, taking extra care with her skirt. That was another thing about her that he noticed. Sometimes her movements were oddly delicate, maybe it was because of the ballet thing. “Should I be concerned?” she asked.

“No, just.” He leaned in a little. “How do you deal with that?” He jerked his thumb towards the school building. “Do they always stare like that?”

She smiled knowingly. “Staring seems to be everyone’s reaction today.” Gesturing to herself she continued. “It may take a while for everyone to get used to the uniform change.”

“You got me there.” Ko had the decency to look sheepish. “I’ll ask the student council president about it. Maybe he could drop a line to the teachers and-”

“No, you don’t have to worry that much over it. I’m new of course they are curious.”

“I’ll talk to him.” Ko reiterated firmly. “I’m a member of the student council, so its partly my job anyway.” He reached his hand out for a handshake. “ But we’ve already skipped a few steps. I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself. I’m Akino, Ko.”

She returned his handshake firmly. “Mikami, Majida.”

“So, I knew the gist of why you’ve been training with the boy’s team. But I just recently heard the whole story from Mia.”

“Are you going to ask why I choose this school?”

He smiled, which seemed to catch her off guard judging by how fast she looked away. Interesting. “Why did you choose this school?” He asked as he picked up his bag. It was filled with various types of store bought foods. School kept him far too busy to pack his lunch like he used to.

“My grandparents live in the area and I didn’t want to go to the all girls school. I didn’t know about the girls team being disbanded though.” She unwrapped her lunch as well.

He could smell the fried shrimp from where he sat. Not fair, not fair at all. “So your parents moved here to be closer to your grandparents?”

“No. Work has them traveling around for the next few years. Since it’s a bit silly for them to drag the kids along I decided to stay here. My little brother’s still in the U.S. though.”

“So you live with your grandparents?”

“No, though I do visit. Actually,” she tapped her chopsticks against her lips. “I need to stop by again soon.”

He cocked his head as he looked at her, uncertain of which question to ask first.

She spoke again after she finished chewing. “I didn’t want to be driven everywhere so I found a place in a central location,” She said, answering at least one of his unasked questions. “It’s actually pretty awesome living alone. I can use the space however I want. Cook whatever I want.”

“So you cooked that?”

She offered her lunch box to him. Ko wasn’t proud enough to decline. Another bit of information. She could cook.

She looked at him expectantly.

“It’s good,” he answered. That seemed to satisfy her, she beamed at him before continuing to eat. “We got a bit off topic,” he said after a few minutes of silent eating. “No one’s explained what happened with the girl’s team last year did they?”

Mikami shook her head.

“Their ranking is pretty low, so the number of girls who joined have always been limited. Last year the team was comprised entirely of second years.”

“All of the third years last year retired?”

“Or moved on to the volleyball team, yes. And as for the freshmen, no matter how many recruitment drives they ran last year no one took the bait. The administrators wanted a boost to the school's reputation so they hired new coaches. It worked, the girls were finally winning games. But anyone who knew the team could tell something was off. They always looked haggard, Mia especially.”

Majida grasped the hem of her skirt tightly, suddenly not wanting to know the answers to her many questions. “They didn’t complain?”

“ Never. After one game where Mia missed a shot she was made to practice for hours after school with no breaks.”

“That was for a mistake,what happens if they lost?” she asked. Her voice felt small, distant to her own ears.

The captain sighed roughly “Luckily they were still eligible for the winter cup,” his voice had began to harden. “But the practice afterwards? One of the girls was pushed so hard she twisted her ankle. She changed schools a week later.“

“How,” the proper translation was slipping. It happend sometimes when she got emotional. She pushed the looming anxiety from her mind to grasp at the Japanese words she needed. “How well did they do in the winter cup?”

“They lost in the first round”

“Oh.”

The captain took a deep breath, he closed his eyes before speaking. “Mia showed up to school the next day with a black eye.” He could no longer hold back the anger in his voice. His eyes burned when he opened them again.

Majida shifted uncomfortably, setting the rest of her lunch down.

“ Rukiya told me the whole story. The head coach went nuts, the assistant coach...Er You’ve met Coach Ueda, had to step in. Broke a few fingers while fighting the head coach off. Needless to say the head coach was fired.”

“And they pressed charges?” she asked, willing some hope into her voice.

“Never got the answer to that question.”

Silence, and not the pleasant kind, stretched between them. Majida gathered the words she needed once again. “I looked up this school and didn’t see anything about it. So I guess not.”

“The principal, he generally means well, but he’s not the only one in charge of things. And Mia just wanted to forget.”

“If I had known I-”

“You wouldn’t have come here right?” he snapped. His face softened after speaking. “Sorry,” he said, calmer. “I didn’t mean-

“It’s alright. And possibly yes,” she answered honestly. “But even if I did come I wouldn’t have tried to reform the team. Or at least I wouldn’t have been so pushy about it.” She leaned back a little. “I feel kinda heartless now.”

“ I don’t think Mia completely hates basketball. She just has no confidence when it comes to playing. She told me that she told you that she would need to see your dedication?”

“Yes.”

“Well from what I can tell she definitely sees it. The problem now is your skill.”

Majida was puzzled, she didn’t bother hiding it. “My skill? Am I lacking anywhere...no I mean sure there is always room for improvement but-”

The captain interrupted her by holding up his hand. “I don’t mean it that way. You are good Maybe the best at handling out of the first years. But don’t tell them I said that.” He winked at her. He better not be flirting right now. She wasn’t prepared for something like that right now...Okay she wasn’t prepared for something like that ever but somehow managed to swallow the squawk rising from her throat. Glory be he’s still talking so maybe he hasn’t noticed. “It’s a bit intimidating actually. They probably don’t feel like they could match up, and would just be dragging you down.”

Majida thought back to their short conversation yesterday. “So that’s why she said I’d be better off on the boy’s team?”

“Most likely,” he nodded somberly. “Also, the logistics of hiring a new coach. I suppose coach Ueda could go back to the women's team but…”

“Adults aren’t immune to trauma,” she filled in.

“Yes, as you’ve noticed he’s a quiet man. He offered to resign but was shown leniency because he came forward with the whole truth after Mia was assaulted. Either way he’s sorta window dressing now. He mostly just watches and takes notes. I doubt he’d be an effective head coach for a reforming team.”

Majida cradled her face in her hands and took a few deep breaths. “I don’t even know what to do now,” she said from behind them. She can’t, she won’t, cry now. She wasn’t upset about not being able to play, not anymore, this was just impossible. Her upperclassmen were convinced of their own inferiority and had no hope that they could improve. And why would they? Maybe in another year. Maybe at another school. But now? She’d probably want to quit too if she was in their shoes.

Gingerly the captain pried away a few of her fingers. Majida froze, through her traitorous eyes didn’t stop producing tears. He removed his hand to retrieve a dark blue handkerchief from his blazer. The gesture made her laugh.

“Sorry.” She dabbed at her eyes with her fingers. He offered her the handkerchief again and this time she took it. “What are you a shoujo character?”

He grimaced. “Please don’t.”

She laughed again. “I’ll wash this and get it back to you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“You know that’s not gonna happen. Now that the trope’s been activated I have to follow through.” Her comment made him laugh , the sound made her heart flip.

“Are you still going to try and reform the team?”

She thought for a bit before answering.“I’d like to, but don’t think that’s going to happen. At least not this year.”

“At least you can stay sharp while practicing with us.”

“I only have one more week of that left so.”

“The principal can talk Coach Saitama into it if you asked.” He picked up his lunch and began to eat again.

“Actually, he might.” The thought wasn’t comforting. The principal would do it just for the entertainment value. “I guess I’ll just have to adjust.”

“You seem to be fitting in just fine.”

She picked up her lunch box and messed with her food a little. “It’s going as well as can be expected.” Nishi was probably still sore over that last game. This afternoon’s practice was going to be interesting.

“Are they bothering you?” There was a warning in his tone. The last thing she wanted was to get any of her yearmates in trouble but the thought of him standing up for her at practice was appealing. She knew that it wouldn’t help in the long run.

“No, just getting the pecking order sorted out. Nothing time won’t fix.”

“Alright.” He didn’t sound convinced.

Majida gave up on the rest of her lunch. “Should almost be time to head back already.”

Ko pulled his cell phone from his back pocket. He checked the time before setting it down. “Yeah. Want me to walk you back?”

“Please don’t.”

“Don’t?” He seemed almost offended. She wasn’t sure of what to make of that.

“I just don’t think it would be productive.”

He laughed again and she knew she was doomed. There was no going back on this crush now.

#princessofthecourt #black protagonist #original fiction #original character #sports anime #basketball #ballet

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mochimork · 7 years

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New Girl in School Part 5

Characters: You (Y/n), Jaebum, Melanie (your best friend), JYP (your father), GOT7 Members.

Summary: You’re the new girl at Konkuk University from the states. You mother thought it was a good idea to attend college in Korea and live with your father, who just so happens to be JYP. What you didn’t expect was that he was in charge of one of the biggest music industries in Korea and that you’ll be going to school with one of his star idols.

You stared at him with apprehensive eyes, as if the way he reacted and yelled terrified you, and it did. It was the first time you’ve ever seen that side of him and it had you shook for the rest of the day. His sharp eyes looked down at you and realized his actions. He noticed the fear in your eyes.

“Let’s go” he bluntly said, taking your hand as the crossing sign signaled approval. You followed along like a puppy on a leash all the way to the studio. No words were spoken.

The boys walked in and greeted your father as they went on to get their makeup touched up and you were the last to enter. You tried to hide your looks the best you could, but your father knew you too well.

“(Y/n) is everything okay? You look a little shook up.”

“Everythings fine, dad, nothing to worry about.” you lied through your teeth, but he didn’t bother to ask further questions. He let you be and went to check out the set for the shoot one more time.

As you were testing out lenses for the shoot, Mark came over to check up on you. You were still a little on edge about the whole situation, but he understood.

“Hey, you okay?” he gently approached you.

“I’m fine.” Cold. You don’t know why you were responding that way.

“Listen,” he paused for you to give him attention, “I know Jaebum was a little harsh on you back there, but please don’t be mad at him for reacting that way. He cares about you... a lot..”

“Just the way he looked and yelled.. I don’t know.. It was the first time I’ve seen him like that..” you began to look through photos again, coming across the one of you and him on the slide.

“He’s still learning how to control his anger. To be honest, we’ve never seen him that happy in a long time since you came up. I mean his phone background is you, so you’re definitely something special to him.” he smiled and put a hand on your shoulder.

“I-I am?” suddenly your nerves went away and felt butterflies in your stomach.

“Totally! Bambam was being a snoop and saw all the pictures of you and him. We’re all positive that he has a-”

“Mark~hyung” his voice came out from behind you in a slightly warmer tone from before.

“Could I talk to (Y/n) alone please?” a small monotone smile appeared on his face and Mark followed, leaving to back to the other boys.

It was silent between the two of you for a while. Leaning against the table looking at photos on your camera, you wanted to avoid eye contact with him. His feet were shuffling around, you could tell that he was trying to put his words together.

“(Y/n)..” he started off

“I’m okay, Jaebum.. You were just protecting me.” you finally look up to see his eyes. They were soft again, filled with love and care.

“I’m sorry about the way I yelled and reacted.. Sometimes I just..”

“Jaebum, it’s okay.” you give him a soft smile. “I understand”

“I care about you..”

The next thing you knew, your face was in his chest and his arms were wrapped around you. You’ve never felt a feeling like this before. You wanted this moment to last longer, until your dad came in to call for the shoot to start.

He quickly let go of you before he saw and you turned away to make it look like you were doing something else. In reality, you had the stupidest smile on your face. You got your equipment ready and went to the set.

Once the shoot was over, you were putting your stuff away as the boys were talking around the set. Your father then called out for a meeting.

“So we all know that the comeback is happening soon, correct?” the boys nod in agreement. “A little birdy gave me a bright idea to have a girl group dance section in the C block. How does that sound?”

“Ahhh?! Jin jja?!” Jackson and Yugyeom sighed out.

“Yeeeeaahhhhh!” Bambam was actually excited about adding this in.

“(Y/n) will choose the dances for you as well as be your choreographer. Please follow her and give her your up most respect.” your father stated and you shyly came up behind him.

You reached a hand to the back of your neck hoping that the boys weren’t angry with you. Pushing you forwards towards them, your father wanted you to explain what songs you’ve chosen and how you’ll go about practicing.

Every time you tried to speak, you felt uncomfortable with all pairs of eyes staring at you, you kept on tripping over your words. Jaebum noticed immediately since you kept biting your lip, it was one of the first things he noticed about you.

“Neh, (Y/n), no need to be shy with us. Go ahead, we’re listening” he tried to say in the best leader voice he could to support you in front of the guys and comforting you at the same time.

“Uhmm, well instead of having one whole stage together, I thought it would be better for the fans to see two sets rather than one. It’s a way for better fan service and so that they can see different sides of the group.” your voice was less nervous now.

“Who’s going to be in what group? What songs are we going to sing?” the members began to bombard you with different questions, you began to back and shy away.

“Yah!” Jaebum yelled out causing all the members to keep quiet. “If you all just listen, she’ll explain everything. So please, just calm down and listen. Like PDnim said give her some respect.”

Although his voice was harsh, you studied how he was trying to control his anger. His voice was very monotone, his eyes cold, but his members gave him respect and straightened up.

He turned to you and gave you a soft smile allowing you to give the explanation of their new stage. You pulled out your notebook and continued.

“So, the first group is going to consist of Mark, Jinyoung, and Youngjae~shi. You guys are going to be dancing to G friend’s Me Gustas Tu. Think of it was the more cute and innocent side of the group. These are the costumes you’re going to wear” you hold out a sketching of what the outfit is going to look like.

The members were astonished at the drawings. Although they were chibi forms, they never thought of themselves wearing dresses on stage. By the looks of it, it seemed like they were going to enjoy the concept.

“Next up, Jackson, Bambam, Yugyeomie, and Jaebum” you chuckled at the reaction on Jaebum’s face when he heard his name. “You guys will be dancing to Red Velvet’s Dumb Dumb. This stage will be a bit more of the playful upbeat side of the group. But remember, it’s a girl group, so maintain that image.” you smiled.

“We don’t know how to act like a girl group, how are we going to pull this off?” Jackson asked goofing around, pretending to act like a manly girl.

“You will be given lessons by the one and only best” you smiled.

“Who?” he replied back and an arm slung around you and him. Your face lit up with a bigger smile as Noona came in to say hello. The boys began to scream and holler becoming more excited for this come back.

Part 4

Part 6 (coming soon)

#got7 #got7 fanfic #got7 scenarios #got7 im jaebum #im jaebum #new girl in school #wow i was about to write the next part #then i found this in my files #lololol #hope you guys enjoy

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