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soulmate trope | monoma

Monoma’s route of soulmate trope.

“why did put your whole pussy into the chapter for the character no one wanted to read next???”

i want to make him pop in the microwave. next question

warnings: reader is a masochist but takes no shit. Monoma is explicitly a virgin, and it’s implied that reader is as well—but it isn’t definite. sexual material but not the actual act of penetration ("then what's the point?" delayed gratification, babey!!!). Fem reader.

~12k words

Monoma let out a scornful laugh so piercing and deliberate that it had no problem reaching your lunch table. “Fucking preposterous. Having a soulmate from Class 3-A would be so humiliating that I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, let alone you, Kendo.” His laughter grew louder, sounding a bit forced, but it would have to be in order for the whole lunchroom to hear it. “Unfortunately for you. Sucks to suck!”

 Jirou clicked her tongue and turned back to her sandwich, tapping you on the shoulder with a dangly earbud. “His dick must be tiny.”

 You snorted into your noodles and covered your mouth. “I don’t even wanna think about his dick or anything else about him,” you said, taking the napkin that Shinsou offered you, “He’s insufferable.”

 “He told me he doesn’t have a soulmate,” said Shinsou, nodding towards Monoma, “Said the math was against him, but he didn’t care too much. Said it’s better than someone in 3-A.”

 “Jesus,” you said, frowning, “How much does he hate us for him to want to be without a soulmate? Worse, he’s in the same no-soulmate club as Mineta.”

 “I wouldn’t want anything in common with him.” Jirou glanced towards Mineta, eating alone against the caf wall. Good. Suffer, pervert.

 When Jirou got up to throw her trash away, you sighed and leant on Shinsou’s shoulder. “Shinsou, how’s your soulmate search going?”

 He swallowed thickly. “It’s not. How about yours?”

 “Well,” you said, scrunching up your face, “I have a soulmate, but I’ve got no fucking idea who.”

 Shinsou tilted his head, clonking onto yours. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 “I think we’d better go out to the courtyard for this,” you said, swinging your bag strap over your shoulder, “It requires a visual.”

 By the time Shinsou and you had planted yourselves outside behind a cherry tree towards the back of the courtyard (strategically chosen so that you would be hidden behind bushes and hedges, far away from the stone path, just in case someone saw you and Shinsou and got the wrong idea), you hadn’t briefed him yet, due to other students stopping you on the way for your notes.

 “But what do you mean you don’t know?” Shinsou let his backpack slide to the base of the tree trunk and, once you had sat on your knees, he joined you on the ground.

 “I have a mark,” you said, your fists resting on your knees, “but I can’t read it. I think it’s someone’s name—I don’t think it’s long enough to be first words—but whoever it is has extremely shitty handwriting.”

 “You want me to look at it?”

 “Yeah,” you said, reaching for the hem of your shirt but pausing, “It’s in a weird place, so that’s why we’re hidden. I don’t want anyone thinking you’re attacking me.”

 Shinsou’s eyebrows shot to his hairline, and he smirked. “Is it on your tit?”

 “No,” you said, frowning, “but it’s near one, and it’s all scrunched up and cramped on my ribcage; to get a good look, I’m gonna have to stretch.”

 “Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he said, and you lay down in the grass and pulled your shirt up to just below your bra, where the muddled words that barely spanned a centimetre vertically scrawled across the left half of your ribs.

 His brow furrowed, Shinsou hunched over your chest, leaning down and scanning the text.

 He squinted.

 “Give me a moment.” Shinsou shifted from your side to (“Sorry about this.”) straddle you, doing his best not to put his weight on you, his hips staying high with his hands planted on either side of you.

 (“Arch your back a little more?”)

 He tilted his head.

 “Yeah, I’ve got no fucking clue,” Shinsou said, sitting back and off of you, “It’s too small and chaotic. I think I can make out the last kanji in the second word, but it can be read as so many different things, so I can’t say anything for certain. We could go old-school: Tokoyami has a magnifying glass. I could go grab that.”

 “Sure,” you said, shrugging, “You might as well.”

 “I’ll be back,” said Shinsou, getting to his feet with a little jump and brushing off his knees, “Hang in there.”

 Nodding, you closed your eyes as Shinsou jogged off through the bushes, and you stretched your arms above your head, waiting for the soft crack. The first thing you’d say to your soulmate shouldn’t be a critique of his handwriting, so you were tossing your mind around for something relevant that wasn’t outright rude.

 At the sound of the bushes rustling, you turned to raise a brow at Shinsou for returning so soon, but as you held your hand up to shield your eyes from the sun, the silhouette staring down at you blurred not into Shinsou but Monoma.

 Smile slipping away, you yanked your shirt down your stomach again. “The hell do you want? Shinsou’s left, so you’ll have to wait to talk to him.”

 Monoma tossed his hair to the side. “I caught him on the way to your secret little hiding place. What were you talking about?”

 “It doesn’t matter to you, dickhead.” You pushed yourself up on your elbows and then fully sat up as he squatted next to you. “This soulmate shit is supposed to be personal, so get fucking lost, Monoma.”

 Inhaling sharply when you said his name, he held his index finger against his smirk. “Do you actually want me to leave?”

 Bitch-ass. “Of course—”

 And your mind went blank.

 Monoma let out a curt laugh as he watched your realization wash over your face. “That’s what I thought. Now, lie back down for me. That’s good; you’re so good when you want to be,” he said, hunching over you, teeming with rage and gritting your teeth.

 “Don’t talk to me like that.”

 He gave a dismissive wave. “You like it,” he said, moving to sit cross-legged, “C’mon, show me what you were showing him. Go on.”

 Fuming, you dragged your shirt hem upwards, but you did it so slowly that he snapped his fingers and told you to hurry up—and you had to. How many more minutes would Shinsou’s quirk last? Five? Ten? If you could be annoying for ten whole minutes, following the letter of the law if not the spirit, then you could walk away unscathed.

 (An aside: if your soulmate could have Monoma’s quirk to steal Shinsou’s quirk, that’d be hot. Tell me when to open my mouth, sir.)

 Clenching your jaw, you pointedly looked away when he drew closer to your chest to look at the mark.

 “Your soulmark’s on your chest, huh? Right under your—your breast,” Monoma said, propping his chin on his fist. “So, it’s visible if you went swimming. It could show.” He scoffed. “And you were crude enough to willingly show it to just some guy who’s not your soulmate.”

 Your knuckles tightened around the fabric. “Not like it’s a big deal, since neither of us can read it. Let me go, Mon—”

 But his brainwashing loosed you from its grip the same moment his hand dropped into his lap, and he sucked in through his teeth. “You can’t read it?”

 You’re not falling for that again. You kept your mouth shut and moved to gather your and Shinsou’s belongings.

 “What do you mean you can’t read it?” Monoma asked, dogging you while you shoved your stuff into your backpack.

 Shaking your head, you side-stepped him, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and lifting Shinsou’s to your front.

 Crowding you, he asked, his grin and tone growing to that usual obnoxious tone, “Oh, have you not learnt how to read yet? Is that why you’re showing Shinsou? Can anyone in 3-A read? Why don’t you—”

 You shot him a foul look and elbowed him in the stomach, hard, and Monoma doubled over, clutching the spot and muttering under his breath.

 ***

 The magnifying glass didn’t fucking help. The kanji were that deformed; the handwriting was that incomprehensible. Yes, it’s probably a name, since it’s two words that aren’t the same length as a standard greeting (being a first words soulmark situation). You took it to yourself to borrow notes, cycling through everyone’s handwriting in class. Yes, signatures could be way different than regular handwriting, but there are similarities.

 But not in your bitch of a soulmate’s handwriting.

 Going through your unmatched classmates’ notes made you hate your soulmate’s penmanship even more, because if Bakugou Katsuki can write neatly enough to read, anyone should be able to.

 Nobody’s matched your soulmark.

 You decided you could be a little rude when you met your soulmate, for all the trouble he’s causing you.

 ***

 “Oh, ho?”

 Oh, God, not now. You curled in more on yourself, trying to hide yourself in your hoodie and kept your eyes on Kaminari’s notes.

 “Alone on a Friday night? Do you not have any friends to study with?” Monoma pulled out the library chair next to you, the legs scraping the tile, but he didn’t sit down and instead leant his weight against it so that he could loom over you. “How embarrassing.”

 You ignored him. You flipped to the back of a page.

 “Come, now, I don’t have Shinsou’s quirk at the moment. You’re allowed to talk to me,” he said, nudging you with his hip while he tossed his book to himself, “and you should, if you want some shred of intelligent conversation. Bet there’s not a lot of it in 3-A.”

 Kaminari had really inconsistent handwriting. It was as if he had to draw each stroke completely different than he had last drawn it.

 “C’mon, look at me,” said Monoma, and he slid the edge of his book underneath your chin and lifted it to direct your gaze at him.

 The slow drag of the paperback against the tender skin of your neck had you swallowing excess saliva. Oh, God. Flinching away, you knocked his book out of his hand. “In case you haven’t noticed, Monoma, you’re a bit of an ass.”

 “It’s part of my charm,” he said, flashing you a cavalier grin as he stooped to pick up his book, which he immediately chucked onto the notes you were studying, “What’s all this, then? History notes? Our test isn’t for…” Monoma crossed his arms on the library table and hunched to survey the papers, and he frowned. “Good Lord, why would you borrow that idiot Kaminari’s notes? He’s at the bottom of your class, which is saying something.”

 You began to gather up the notes in a huff. “Soulmate stuff is supposed to be personal, Monoma.”

 “I don’t understand how that’s relevant.”

 “Get fucked, moron,” you said, shoving everything into your bag and pushing out your chair in a screech. “Jerk off onto those illustrations, for all I care—”

 He grabbed your wrist.

 Lightly.

 Just his thumb and middle finger. Space in between.

 You froze and stared down at it.

 “Did I say you could leave?”

 Lips parted, your eyes flicked to his.

 “Sit back down. I’ll sit, too.”

 Your throat ran dry as he pulled out your chair for you.

 When the two of you were seated, he was leaning on his elbow on the table, smug as hell, waiting for you to break first, but goddamn, you were frothing with a boiled-over fury; how the fuck dare he; oh, my God.

 Step one: cover your ass.

 You cleared your throat and spoke softly (library hours!). “First off, how fucking dare you talk to me like that; you shouldn’t fucking talk to anyone like that. You don’t own anyone; that showed an immense amount of disrespect towards—and I know you hate 3-A on principle; that’s fine. I get it, I guess. But you can’t fucking act like that in real life towards anyone—”

 “Pfft.” Monoma bit the inside of his index finger. “You like it.”

 How dare he say something so accurate. Step two: proceed to cover your ass. “What the fuck, man,” you said, slapping the table, “You can’t be an asshole to everyone and claim that everyone finds it hot. Everyone just finds you super fucking annoying. Not everyone is a masochist.”

 The fucker actually held out his hand to check his nails. “Like you?”

 You’ve dug your own grave.

 Monoma clicked his tongue before smirking. “That hesitation says everything I need to know.”

 Why aren’t you covering your ass?!

 “No, I,” you said. C’mon, think! Or at least look like you’re thinking! Brow furrowed, you opened your mouth and then closed it. “I was simply struck dumb by the weird direction the conversation was going. I thought we were talking about how much of an ass you are.”

 “It’s connected,” he said, and he held up a finger with each hand before tapping them together. “Even before, I’ve noticed that whenever I’ve ripped your class to shreds, you’re always glaring at me, otherwise with so carefully controlled an expression—especially when I’m verbally insulting someone. You’ve gotten very good at controlling your face so that the arousal doesn’t show—”

 “What the fuck is wrong with you,” you asked flatly.

 “Because you’re projecting,” he hissed, clamping his hand on the back of your chair to get closer to you (his breath hit your face with each harsh consonant), “You’re thinking that it could be you I’m degrading in front of everyone, you who’s got my complete attention, whether it be negative or not. You’re—”

 “Hold up,” you said, placing your hand on his chest and firmly pushing him away by your fingertips (before he says something that hits a bit too close to home), “Let’s back up. Say you’ll listen to me with an open mind.”

 Pouting, Monoma slumped back in his seat and blew out of the corner of his mouth to huff his hair out of his eyes. “Fine.”

 “First off—and I swear to you I am being honest here—when I look at you with a controlled, annoyed expression, it is because I am annoyed at you. Your running gag of making fun of 3-A is not cute. It’s a bit pathetic. It’s annoying.”

 Monoma frowned. It took him a moment, but he tilted his head, as if he were genuinely considering it. “It’s because it’s horrible being reminded of what greatness looks like, right?”

 You shook your head. “It’s usually at a bad time for competition, anyway, since our class tends to go through a lot of outside-influenced events that already have us pretty damn stressed. Regular school stuff feels like it holds less weight when, like, the League of Villains targeted us recently.”

 He blinked. Once, twice. Then his jaw dropped. “Are you saying I’m annoying?”

 You buried your face in your hands.

 “But you look so aroused when I taunt you.”

 Good God, you’re going to peel off your skin so that you can whack him with each and every one of your ribs. “Monoma,” you said, peeking through your fingers, “You would fucking know when I’m aroused.”

 “Well, I should hope so,” he said, tapping his fingers in a rhythm on the table, “I hope to learn.”

 “What the fuck is wrong with—”

 “Why are you studying Kaminari’s notes, anyway? If it’s not for school.”

 You sighed. Whatever. Anything’s better than talking about what turns you on. If you answer as straightforwardly as possible, maybe he’ll get bored and leave. “Kaminari has the shittiest handwriting in my class.”

 “It looked perfectly legible to me.”

 “Yeah,” you said, digging a page back out of your bag, “Take a gander. Take a goose. Look at this shit.” You smoothed the rumpled paper onto the table, scooting your chair noisily closer to it (he lifted his chair quietly). “It’s like the man didn’t go to kindergarten. Look at the way he forms his kanji. No consistent form. No style,” you said, gesturing with your pinkie towards a particularly egregious part, “He’s got some bulky words over here, but it gets small and tight towards the bottom, and—” You cut yourself off and scratched your forehead. “It’s still better than my soulmate’s handwriting.”

 Monoma’s eyes snapped up to yours. “Huh?”

 “My soulmate’s handwriting is shit. The shittiest I’ve ever seen. I can’t fucking read it. You saw.” You lowered your hand to graze the spot where it branded you. “Can’t even tell if it’s a name, or first words, or anything. I don’t know,” you said quietly. “Makes it feel like he’s so far away. Like I’ll never be able to find him, and this’ll chip away at my soul, like Tainted Love said. Never be able to—what the fuck is wrong with you?”

 Monoma had started unbuckling his belt.

 “Holy shit,” you said, sliding your chair away from him, “Just because I had a moment of vulnerability does not mean I’m down to fuck—”

 “Look at this.” Monoma tugged the waistband of his jeans down—

 “I’m not looking at your noodle dick.”

 “It’s not—what kind of noodles are you eating? No, fuck, I mean. It’s not my dick,” he said, brow furrowed, lips curled inside his mouth momentarily, “but you probably won’t believe me based on my word alone.”

 He’d pulled his jeans down about three centimetres—barely enough for the elastic of his boxers to show (high-waisted bitch)—and. And. And it’s your own goddamn signature, perfectly legible, you’d like to add, scrawled sideways on his hip, parallel to…to one half of that infuriating v that some guys have.

 “Do we both have all of the information now?” He yanked his jeans back up and fumbled for the ends of his belt.

 “Uh,” you said really intelligently.

 “With that out of the way, I’d like to propose—”

 “Already?”

 “—a guideline,” Monoma finished as he sat back down, narrowing his eyes, “since it appears we’re both inclined to miscommunication: that we be as honest as we can with each other and tell each other what we’re thinking, in general, to prevent confusion.”

 “How reasonable of you,” you said, “I hate it.”

 “No, you don’t.”

 “I don’t,” you admitted.

 “Onto other things I’m right about.” Shifting in his seat to face you, Monoma nudged your knee with his and reached for your hand—he made eye contact with you to see if it were all right, and after you nodded very slightly, he took it, your fingers curving into his palm as they both rested in your lap. “You like it when I’m a bit mean to you, yes?”

 You scowled. “Hey.”

 He smiled, glancing at your hands. “Yes?”

 Pointedly looking away, you said, “Yes.”

 “I don’t wanna do anything you don’t like,” he said, and he winced. “I thought you already knew and that you were playing into the teasing thing, so I’m sorry for how I was acting towards you.”

 God. You guessed you could be honest with your stupid idiot beautiful man of a soulmate. “No, no. I’m a bit fucked up to where I think the casual bullying thing is attractive.”

 Again, Monoma winced. “But I didn’t have your permission.”

 You scoffed. “You hardly have permission when you try to roast the whole of 3-A—”

 “Yeah, but that doesn’t have sexual undertones,” said Monoma, taking your other hand and edging his chair closer to you.

 “I should hope not.”

 “It doesn’t.” Closing his eyes, he sighed and rubbed his thumbs over your fingers, his skin soft where you touched him. “I—I have another guideline. More like a rule.”

 “Let’s hear it.”

 Monoma cracked one eye open, gauging your expression before opening them both. “I’d like to keep the fact that we’re soulmates a secret. I’m not ashamed of you, by any means, but—but if everyone finds out that I’ve got a soulmate in 3-A after all the shit I’ve talked—” He grimaced, his shoulders falling slack. “There’ll be hell to pay. I know this is a lot to ask, but—”

 “Sure,” you said, giving his (soft) hands a squeeze, “but I’ve got a rule—guideline—or two myself. We’re being honest with each other?”

 “Of course.”

 “One: lend me your moisturiser.”

 Monoma laughed, the first time you’ve knowingly made your soulmate laugh. You can already tell you’re going to collect so much of his laughter like prized marbles in your pocket. You looked forward to it.

 “Two: you should keep bullying Class 3-A.”

 Here Monoma frowned, but before he could open his mouth, you continued.

 “Three: you start bullying me—in private, though.”

 He opened his mouth, a smile tugging on the corners, and he closed it again before leaning back in his seat. “All right, then, masochist. Tell me what you’re into.”

 ***

 In the first joint training session between 3-A and 3-B since the soulmate incident, you faked an injury.

 “Fucking hell,” you said, with more volume and vehemence than you would have for a normal wound, and you crumpled to the ground to grasp delicately at your calf (catching the attention of those sparring nearby). While you were shielding it from view, you ripped part of the fabric of your P.E. uniform pants leg.

 Shoda Nirengeki, who’d been sparring you, rushed over towards where you crouched and gestured over his shoulder to Aizawa-sensei, who had started walking before he’d been summoned.

 “Jesus Christ, Shoda,” you said, blinking a lot to pretend like you’re trying not to cry, “Good—good work.” You sniffed. “Holy shit. Your—your Twin Impact stuff is really coming along.”

 Shoda’s perpetually grim expression grew grimmer. “Sorry about that,” he was saying as Aizawa stopped behind you, “Do you think you need to go see Recovery Girl?”

 “Uh,” you said, glancing in what you hoped was a nervous way at Aizawa-sensei and back at Shoda, “Uh, no. No, I can keep going. Just let me—” Visibly bracing yourself, you pushed yourself up to stand, refusing Aizawa’s help, and you wobbled.

 “Change out of your P.E. uniform and go see Recovery Girl,” he said, “You’re excused for the rest of the period. Shoda, let’s find you another pair to spar with.” Aizawa paused. “Can you get to her office by yourself?”

 You nodded, like a student who didn’t want to show weakness. Yeah. “Sure. I’ll just—just be slow going, y’know? I’ll…I’ll be fine.”

 Aizawa dismissed you, and while you felt like a bit of an ass faking a limp along the gym wall, it was a perfect balance of oh-I-don’t-want-to-bring-attention-to-myself-BUT.

 Once you closed to gym doors behind you, you heaved a sigh. Hopefully, that was enough for that idiot to notice. You walked towards the girls’ locker room.

 Where’s your locker, your locker—yeah, around the bend towards the back, near the showers, behind the weird island of lockers in the middle. Yours was the last one for 3-A before 3-B’s lockers started, and even then, unclaimed lockers stretched between classes—probably for privacy between shower stalls.

 When the door swung open with a slow squeak, you had to bite back a smile as you took your school blazer off its hanger.

 “Look who thinks she can ditch the only class we’ve had together in weeks,” Monoma said from the doorframe, judging by the sound, “but she’s not as slick as she thinks.”

 His sluggish footsteps echoed on the locker room tile, and you changed your mind: you put your blazer back in your locker to skip a step, instead unbuttoning the first button on your P.E. top, starting at the collar.

 “You were just begging for any shred of my attention.” Sounds like he’s rounded the island. You kept your back to him. “Well, you’ve got it. And you like it more than you care to admit.”

 Oh, good start. “What are you doing in the girls’ locker room, Monoma?” you asked flatly, hiding the fact that you were unbuttoning your shirt by hunching into your locker to tug at your duffel bag zipper. “You’re not supposed to be in here. You can’t cut class without anyone noticing.”

 “No more than anyone will notice you’ve miraculously been healed without going to Recovery Girl.” Judging by his shadow (flickering because of the spinning fan blades between the fluorescent lights), he placed a knee on the wooden bench behind you, and he stretched forward so that his breath brushed against the back of your neck. “But you can’t escape me.” He blew cool air into your ear, and at your shiver, he hummed. “And I believe I told you to call me Neito.”

 You were pleasantly surprised by how good he was at this—but you supposed you shouldn’t be, since he’s already told you about the improv class he took over the summer. Theatre kids will be freaks and be good at it on occasion.

 You tried to turn to face him, but Monoma seized the back of your head and pressed your cheek into the locker vents, not very hard but firmly enough to leave an imprint on your skin. “No, you don’t get to look at me unless I say you can. Got that?”

 “Let go of me; get fucked, Mo—”

 “I said—” He shoved you against the next closed locker with his other hand splayed widely across the small of your back, and the cool of the metal pricked goosebumps where it touched your bare skin. “—Got that? Can’t you hear me, babe? Or are you just that thoughtless?”

 Clearing your throat, you swallowed thickly. “I can hear you just fine.”

 “Oh?” Monoma clicked his tongue (a habit of his you’ve previously thought was rather vexing, but it’s since grown to be a perfect mark of condescension). “I can hear you just fine what?”

 You clenched your teeth. “I can hear you just fine, dipshit.”

 “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” Monoma gripped the hair at the base of your neck and yanked, and he hissed into your ear, his face barely out of your periphery. “You fucking get off on pissing me off, but it’s not gonna pay off in the long run. It’s not gonna be long until I have you in your rightful place: in my bed or under my fucking boot. And you’ll want it; you’ll want what I give you, and I want you writhing underneath me, so teary-eyed and pitiful and overstimulated that you’ll finally puncture your ego enough to beg me to stop, and I won’t.”

 “As if I’d ever beg you for anything,” you said, revelling in the way he used his harsh grip on your hair to guide your face away from the vents to prevent you from getting cut, “You’ve never had anything I’ve ever wanted.”

 “Yeah, well—” Monoma cut himself off, scoffing onto the back of your neck. “Good Lord. If that’s the truth, then you’ve got another thing comin’ to you—I’ve wanted you since before all the soulmate stuff, and now that goddamn fate has put a permanent mark in my shape over your heart, no one’s gonna take you away from me.”

 You jolted in place, even though his hands roamed down to pin you by your hips. “Neito, is that—?”

 “You’re goddamn right it is. You’ve—you’ve fucking distracted me when I’ve had to work harder than anyone else in this fucking school, studying not only my quirk but every quirk around me—and in you’d saunter. What the hell were you playing at? Seems like you don’t even try,” he said with a grunt, and his thumbs began to dig into the small of your back from his clutch on your hips—good pain, a delicate feeling that had your vision blurring for a second—and Monoma used his shoulder to keep you pressed against the locker, finally pressing his chest against your back (still sweaty from sparring, but his body heat was a comforting contrast to the increasingly lukewarm metal against your stomach).

 Tilting his head, he rested his cheek near your uniform collar so that he spoke against your neck. “All right, sweetheart? So, don’t push your soulmate away. Even now, I’m being so patient with you, and I could be even more, offer to wait for you to give yourself to me so that I can destroy you in every way you crave. Invite you to explore together how long it takes you to break. But y’know?” His lips grazed your neck with every word. “I’d rather make you regret keeping what’s mine from me for such a long time.”

 Wait, you’d been getting so into it you’d forgotten to pretend to struggle. So, you squirmed in his grasp and tried to kick him from behind. “Only in your pathetic little wet dreams are you and me—”

 “Hey,” Monoma said, lifting both the arrogant voice and his chin from your shoulder, “You’re not actually hurt, are you? Do you need to go to Recov—”

 “No! No, you’re doing great,” you said, and you finally got to look him in the eye, nodding encouragingly, “I’m fine; I faked an injury for this. This is good. You’re really good.”

 With a softness sweeping over his face, Monoma smiled. “Thanks; I wrote some of these lines this morning.”

 Fucking nerd.

 He stretched to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “So, you won’t mind if I do this?” With the smug voice returning (you snapped back towards the inside of your locker), he rammed his thigh between your legs, the pressure initially on your ass before he jerked you back by the hips so that it was all against your clit—he pushed down on the swell of your ass to keep you still.

 “Regardless of your meagre little excuse to get my attention, I think you are sick, but it’s not something that can be cured, can it?” Monoma brought his other arm around to wrap around you, his palm flat against your bare collarbone (he thought you wouldn’t notice his quiet gasp when he realised your shirt was unbuttoned, but he’s not subtle), so he’s keeping your back arched as he pressed down on your ass. “You’re a sick little pervert—you stay up late fucking yourself while thinking of me, don’t you? Thinking of my hands on you just like this? That’s why—”

 “Wrong—”

 “Oh, yeah? But you’re turned on by this now, so I know you’re fucking soaked—”

 “Wrong again, asshole—”

 Monoma laughed loudly enough for it to reverberate throughout the locker room, and you made an effort to elbow him, which he evaded. “Is that so? You’re not wet? Open your legs, then.”

 His hand trailed from your collarbone down to just above your bra, stopping short of touching your boob in a way that matters, and you jerked away too hard and struck your shoulder against the locker. “Don’t you fucking dare—”

 When he finally moved his hand from your hip around to graze your bare stomach with his fingertips, Monoma fucking shuddered. He briefly buried his face in your scrunched-up collar before lifting it to speak. “Say you hate me all you want.” He thrust his thigh upwards, lifting you enough for your toes to graze the floor (has—has Monoma fucking Neito always been strong enough to manhandle you?). “But you can’t deny the way I make you clench,” he said, and with his hand flat against your pelvis, he forced you to grind on his thigh all the way back until your ass met his—his fucking erection—

 The locker room door slammed open with the handle clattering, and Monoma had clamped his hand over your mouth and yanked you into a shower stall before Asui and Hagakure could start their noisily mournful search for a piece of Hagakure’s equipment that they left behind.

 Monoma clutched you to his heaving chest against the mildewed shower wall, leaning on it so that you wouldn’t have to, the hand on your hip keeping you close and the one over your mouth shaking—as it should be, you thought, since he’s got his soulmate’s ass against his cock.

 The girls talked while they riffled through their lockers, each door squeaking with the movement. Once your breathing quieted on its own, Monoma cautiously lifted his hand from your mouth, and he took you by the chin to look at him, raising his eyebrows to ask if you’re okay.

 His shoulders slackened from the tension once you nodded, and he closed his eyes to kiss the side of your head. Keeping his mouth near, he stared over your shoulder and reached both his arms around to start buttoning up your shirt.

 ***

 Another day, at your scheduled meeting at a vending machine during fourth period, the two of you agreed that while the threat of being caught is hot, neither of you actually want to found in that sort of position. You both said you’d be more careful, but you’d both said it in a bit of a joking way—playing the bully and victim felt better fast and loose, you’d said, even though in retrospect, it took more than a little planning.

 “The illusion of spontaneity, then,” Monoma said, attempting to roll his can of peach soda down his upper arm to pop it in the air with his elbow—you caught it from hitting the ground.

 “Still,” you said, deliberately placing the soda back in his hands rather than risk his dropping it again, “I worry about how much of your time you spend planning for this stuff. All I’m doing is reacting, while you basically have to have a script.”

 Monoma shot you a toothy smile while he plugged a couple of 50-yen coins into the vending machine for you. “More like an outline. It’s not too bad.” He slipped his hands into his pockets and leant against the machine while you punched in your selection, and over the whirr, he said, “Makes me get better by trying over and over again. And I’ll keep doing it over and over again, so long as it makes you happy.”

 “Oh, it does,” you said, bending down at the kerchunk to reach into the flap, “It really does.” You stood back up and snapped your fingers. “Oh, yeah, I finished your stupid-ass Franco-Belgian comics, but they’re in my dorm; I’ll get them back to you after dinner.”

 Monoma’s soda hissed when he opened it. “And are they as stupid and ass as you thought?” he asked with an easy grin.

 “No, considering I figured all of them were going to be like The Adventures of TinTin. Not the best starting point, Neito.”

 He shrugged. “It’s the one with the most international fame.”

 “I’ve been meaning to read Persepolis for a while now; I didn’t know it fit into that genre. I liked that a lot. Chlorophylle is charming, but I’m not sure I get all of the dated satire. Yoko Tsuno is fun; that, uh—that Rahan one isn’t as good as you think it is.”

 “What are you talking about? It’s hilarious. You get to see the process of discovery.” He took a swig of his peach soda too quickly and choked a little, like an idiot.

 “Thirteen was interesting,” you said, unscrewing the cap for your strawberry soda and paused so that it wouldn’t bubble over, “Do you have the other volumes?”

 Monoma wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Baby, I’ve got them in the original French, if you like.”

 “I do not like. You’re a freak,” you said, smiling down at your soda bottle, “I barely speak this language, and you’re stupidly talented enough to read—”

 When Awase rounded the corner and walked down the hallway towards the two of you, Monoma visibly floundered for a split second before launching into his (clown) routine.

 “Every single day proves me more and more right that no one in Class 3-A has any taste,” he said too loudly, gesturing wildly at you and spilling his own soda in the process, “I mean, come, now. Strawberry? It’s not even a berry. It’s a pseudocarp.”

 Get the man a clown nose; now you’re having an argument over food.

 “Your mom’s a pseudocarp,” you said as Awase passed by, hesitated, and turned back.

 “Is this idiot bothering you?” asked Awase, stepping slightly between you and Monoma.

 “Always,” you said, tossing your hair the best you could and spinning on your heel to go to class.

 ***

 You put more strategy into organising a girls’ pool volleyball game than you did for most of your practical hero assignments. Once the sun had gone down, the girls of the hero course would have a no-boys-allowed volleyball game in the school swimming pool as a reprieve from the stress of schoolwork and internships, even getting permission from Aizawa, Vlad King, and Nezu to ensure it’d be okay. Conveniently, a certain mouthy bitch would find out about the competition between 3-A and 3-B, and he’d sneak into the pool area to support his class to defeat 3-A. And oh, no, he’s the only boy at this girls’ event, and so his punishment would be to pack up all of the volleyball equipment with you at the end of the night, therefore ensuring a carefully crafted “public” moment of a bully and his victim he’s secretly in love with in a situation that has the illusion of possibly being interrupted but in actuality is quite private, since everyone has worn themselves out from the game and is eager to get the fuck back to the dorms.

 Unfortunately.

 By the time you’ve finished tying the net across the water, several boys from both classes have trickled into the pool area. None of them arrived together, each of them clearly having the same idea of being the only boy surrounded by girls in swimsuits, and now they were bitterly glancing at each other out of the corners of their eyes. Hell, Kirishima was even here with Mina’s support, since she convinced him to do the heavy lifting—which they showed up too late to do, so you’ve already done it.

 Now you regretted telling Shinsou to stay away even after his offer to help set up, because you’d like some sanity amidst, like, Mineta and Kaminari not even trying to be discreet.

 When Monoma walked in with his fruity little towel over his arm, he gasped way more dramatically than the situation called for, but at least he didn’t say anything to further embarrass himself. He pouted all the way to his pool chair (good boy; he’d recognised your towel and bag to set up next to your chair in the far corner), where, even from the table at which you were arranging carrot sticks and sour candy (a balanced diet), you scouted out his battered copy of The Return of the King and the next volume of Thirteen when he plopped them at the foot of his chair.

 You got Kendo to shout out the rules for the invading group: “First off, our snacks are off limits. Second, you don’t play our volleyball game, and if you say anything about it, it had better be only positive encouragement. Get in the pool, sure, but stay away from us.” That was a nice touch of hers, since the pseudo-volleyball court took up most of the pool; the guys would have to be scrunched up together near the far edges.

 During the volleyball game, outside of your vain attempt to channel Oikawa Tooru, you did a quick headcount: you’ve accidentally involved around 25 people in your plans to make out with Monoma later. It struck you that with all of the people out here, it might genuinely be less of a risk to just kiss him in the common area of one of the dorms at this point.

 “Oof, ouch, my bones,” you said to Mina, “My arms are starting to ache. Put me out, coach. I’m gonna go sit for a few minutes.”

 Mina sent a playful splash your way. “That’s fine! Try to enjoy your break the best you can—though you might wanna move your stuff! It looks like Monoma’s camping out next to you.”

 You could make her laugh harder if you let her know he’s your soulmate. “I was there first. I’ll make him want to leave.”

 She waved you off, and you climbed out of the pool, water sloshing down your body to the concrete as you approached your pool chair.

 Monoma—what a cute moron—had adjusted his chair so that he could lounge back while he read, and he was wearing sunglasses despite the sun having gone down long ago. As you wrapped your towel around yourself, he shut his book and rested it on his raised knee.

 “You gonna get me some sour gummies?”

 “Get them yourself,” you said, squeezing water out of your hair, “I’m exhausted.”

 His lower lip jutted out. “Kendo said boys have to starve themselves.”

 You laughed through your nose. “If the other guys hadn’t had the same idea to show up, you could have probably weaselled away the whole bag by now.”

 “With the other guys here—” Monoma made a noise as if to spit in their direction. “—I don’t like the way Kaminari looks at you.”

 You actually laughed this time. “Kaminari looks at everyone that way.”

 “Yes, but,” he said, scratching his cheek, “you’re the only one that matters.”

 You narrowed your eyes. How sweet. “You can’t mean that it doesn’t matter if he pervs on someone, so long as it’s not me—”

 “God, fuck—you know what I mean,” he said with a loose wave, “I was trying to be romantic and gallant, but if you’d rather talk potentially problematic subtext that I didn’t even mean—”

 “I don’t; I’m so fucking tired.” You brought your knees to your chest, your toes dangling off the edge of your seat. You brought your towel over your head so that it was more like a hood you could hide under. “There are way too many people.”

 Setting his book aside, Monoma sat fully upright and crossed his legs. “You need to get out of here?”

 “I can’t,” you said, groaning, “I’m in charge. It would be mean of me to slack off and make someone else clean everything up.”

 He shot a look towards the pool and back at you. “Why don’t you take a nap until it’s over, then? Here, take my towel. Use it as a blanket—” He tossed it to you. “—and I’ll make the excuses. Say you badgered me for it and that I’m not leaving without all my stuff. And then I can help you pack it all up once everyone’s leaving.”

 Unfolding his towel in your lap, you blinked blearily at him. “You won’t mind that we won’t get to…?”

 “Nah. I’ll be fine. Another time.”

 “Okay,” you said, curling up on your side away from the crowd and tucking both towels around yourself, “Thank you.”

 You heard him hum as he flicked a page of his book.

 When Monoma shook you awake, you rubbed sleep out of your eyes to reveal a silent, empty pool, the volleyball net already rolled up beside the water and the snack area already ferreted away.

 You covered your yawn but spoke through it. “What—who cleaned—”

 “Kirishima helped me take down the net, and he and Mina took care of the food—except for a bag of sour gummies I have successfully commandeered,” he said, “But you have the key to the room where the net goes, so they’ve all left once everything else was done. And lucky you—you missed when Ashido took the video to record the event on the third years’ twitter account, so you didn’t have to be humiliated for posterity.”

 Well, it appeared they volunteered to help and being caught on camera wasn’t always fun (especially with Mina’s unreliable camerawork), so you elected not to feel guilty. “You didn’t wake me up sooner?”

 Monoma raised a brow. “If you’re passed out on a poor chair during a fucking loud get-together, you need the sleep.”

 “Fair enough,” you said, sitting up and reaching for your bag.

 “Oh?” Monoma was saying as you wadded up both towels and shoved them inside. “You don’t plan on getting wet again?”

 “Not when I’m already dry—oh. I see.” Stifling another yawn, you pushed on your knees to stand. “Sure. Not as intense as we planned, please, since I may collapse any second. But I guess I could get caught in the pool after hours by my school bully; I don’t know.”

 Monoma yanked you back down to kiss you on the cheek before releasing your arm. “Brilliant. Go get in the pool.”

 It’s probably be hotter if there’s a layer of he-can-touch-the-bottom-of-the-pool-but-you-can’t, so you climbed in towards the deep end and swam towards the middle. From your spot where your clung to the edge, you cheered when he took off his shirt, and he still rolled his eyes and shook his head.

 “Hot boy! There’s a hot boy on the loose,” you said as he got closer and sat down on the ledge next to you, dipping his feet in the water, “Hot boy!”

 “You’re insane,” he said through a soft smile, and he tried to ruffle your hair, but you dodged it by ducking underneath the water

 “But that’s part of my charm,” you said once you’d surfaced.

 It was a good thing you were already in the pool, since your throat was already going dry at the sight of his stupid lean but toned chest, certain lines in muscle defined but not all of them (he’d told you he deliberately didn’t want to get super ripped like Bakugou or Kirishima, because a lot of his strategy in battle relies on agility and flexibility—and if he’s got less bulk to throw around, then it’s easier for him to recover when an opponent’s caught him off guard—something about the same thing male gymnasts did, from his perspective). Still, that just meant that he was a different kind of physically fit, and the category you’d decided he fit into was pretty.

 “You ready?”

 His voice broke your attention away from the cute little rolls on his stomach when he hunched over. “Yes.” You kicked off the side of the pool underwater, propelling yourself more towards the centre.

 Treading water, you tilted your head up towards the night sky and listened for movement in the water, but all you could hear was the tinny buzz of the overhead lights, occasionally interrupted in their drone when bugs flew into them.

 Two fingers grazed your spine before you knew it. “Wha—Neito,” you said, spinning around in the water and frantically searching for an escape route before he could crowd you, “What are you doing out this late?”

 “I could ask you the same thing,” he said, his voice taking on that icy, patronising tone, “It could be trouble if someone knew you were out after curfew, sweetheart, and I know you’re depending on Aizawa’s recommendation to get into that agency soon. So, let’s not make a scene while we’re here. We wouldn’t want anyone else to find you. You’re lucky it’s only me, who won’t share his playthings.” Monoma kept his face close to the water and swam to your side, getting behind you before you could even register movement.

 “You don’t—you don’t have to do this,” you said in what was hopefully a choked-up sounding way, your breath hitching as his hands drifted down your sides to grip your hips from behind, “We could just—we could both just walk away! Say we didn’t see—”

 “No.” He tapped his fingers on your hipbones while his thumbs dug into the small of your back again. “Why would I sacrifice a chance to—stop squirming—to discipline you for how you behaved—”

 Once you kicked out of his grasp and began to swim towards the shallow end, you figured he’d manhandle you back into his arms, but Monoma remained in his place and called your name with enough wrath to froth over.

 He spoke with a controlled, quiet fury. “Where do you think you’re going?”

 You hesitated just before the pool steps.

 “Turn around.”

 Looking over your shoulder, you met his scowl before turning fully.

 “Either you come back here on your own, or I make you.”

 Ohhohoho, hot. You took more time than you normally would have in returning to him, and you took his hand when he extended it to you, your own shaking.

 “So, she can be good when she wants to,” Monoma said under his breath, “Not that she’s been good at all today.” Dragging you closer to him, he gripped the back of your neck to make you look into his eyes. “You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”

 You sniffed and glanced away for effect. “I—I don’t know what—”

 “I—I don’t know,” he mocked, and he moved his hand to squeeze your cheeks, your chin in his palm, “Do you know how much those other guys were looking at you? No? Answer the fucking question, sweetheart.”

 While you struggled to shake your head, Monoma squeezed again, his thumb and middle finger forcing space between your upper and lower teeth.

 “Care to explain why you chose to wear such a tiny little swimsuit—”

 (It’s really not. It’s a two-piece that completely covers you, including your stomach, and even has a little skirt, but you can guess where he’s going with this.)

 “—that could be tragically lost at any time?” And yes, he’s going for the first tie at the back of your neck, and he tugged it loose, flipping the strands to the front so that the fabric fell enough for the top of your boobs to show. “You’d think that you want any sadistic voyeur imagining how you’d look out of your swimsuit to touch you—”

 “But—”

 “Hold still for me.” He reached for the second tie. “We wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, hm? Because,” Monoma said, yanking your top off and chucking it off to the side, where it struck the concrete with a wet plop, “we can’t have…have you…”

 You caught a visible moment of genuine affection sweep across his face as you squished your boobs against his chest, hugging him tightly while checking the surroundings again in case someone else saw your nipples—even him, considering this is going to be his first time seeing them bare.

 He guided your chin up to face him, his lips so close you could feel their heat. “Well, aren’t you suddenly such a good girl?”

 And that got heat spreading across your face and ears; you made feeble efforts to jerk your chin away, but he held it steady.

 “You’re taking it so easily, even clinging to me. Bit suspicious, yeah?”

 “No,” you said, finally ducking your head, “I don’t want anyone else to see me, and I’m nervous, anyway.”

 As he guided you backwards towards a corner of the pool, his eyes lit the fuck up. “Anyone else? Is my prideful little baby admitting that it’s okay if she gets manhandled and shoved around and spat at, so long as it’s my hands doing it? You don’t want to be passed around like a common whore?”

 As he situated the two of you in the corner, he took a glance towards the doorway and adjusted himself so that he’d block the view of whoever may walk in. Monoma waited until you’d mumbled out no as an answer.

 “It’s only me? How embarrassing.” His grin stretched widely across his face, his teeth cutting into his lower lip. “You only have to focus on me, babe, because if anyone tried to take you from me, he’d see that mark, my name already branding you until the end of time. Hey,” he said, relaxing his grip on you a bit, “let me see?”

 You dropped your arms, backing into the corner as far as you could go, and his eyes fell half-lidded and down to your boobs.

 The fucker sighed dreamily.

 When he raised a tentative hand to rub his thumb over the soulmark, he fucking sighed again.

 Since your nipples had the time to harden due to the cool of the night, instead of, like, his touch, you asked, out of character, “Are you gonna do anything about it, screwboy?”

 “You don’t know what you do to me,” said Monoma, shaking his head, and he got back into it. “But they won’t even have to see the soulmark to know you’re mine; when I’m through with you, you’ll be so marked up with hickies and bruises—maybe a slap mark or two—that they’ll know you’re not theirs to touch.” He cupped one of your boobs and gently pinched the nipple of the other, rolling it between his fingers, and he took a moment to kiss you—open-mouthed and insistent, a soft sort of greediness as he took your lower lip into his mouth, and he couldn’t hold back his fully fledged ­­moan when you raised your leg to keep his hips pressed to yours to grind against him underwater.

 “I dare you to tell me to stop.” Monoma kissed down your throat, being wet on purpose, and he got all the way down to just above your nipple before he stared up at you with that idiotic grin. “Ooh, she can’t, can she?” He let out a laugh, the heat suffusing over your boob. “It’s okay, baby. I know you can’t help it.”

 Monoma took your nipple into his mouth and sucked, and you scrunched your eyes shut, squirming away on impulse as you pushed on his head—but you made yourself still, and you opened your eyes.

 “That’s right, pretty—just look at me.” He made a show of licking all around your nipple before flicking it with the tip of his tongue. “You give me that much, and I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll give you everything.”

 ***

 You were walking back to the dorms from a local corner shop, and Monoma was trying to have phone sex with you.

 You weren’t feeling particularly sexy, bundled up in a heavy winter coat and his houndstooth scarf with your nose running from the cold, but he didn’t need to know that. He wouldn’t, so long as he didn’t hear the rustling of the shop bags.

 “Wish you’d video call,” he said, panting, “You could see me, then—see me stroke myself to your voice.”

 “When you start the call with a demand to ‘put the girls on,’ you lose all rights and privileges.” You had to be vaguer and quieter now that you were on campus. “Tell me more about what’s happening on your side. You close?”

 “God, yes, I miss you. I need you. I swear you could slap my face right now, and I’d come all over my chest.”

 You started up the path to the dorms, quietly knocking on the mailboxes for luck. “Not on me? You’re so considerate.”

 “Tell me—tell me what you’d do to me, if—ah, fuck—if you were here.”

 “I don’t think you deserve that, Neito,” you said, trotting up the steps to 3-B’s dorm and peeking in the windows to gauge crowd control, “Well, I’ll allow you this: I wouldn’t do or say a damn thing. I’d stare you down while you mindlessly babble about what you want me to do until you get frustrated enough to take it into your own hands.” Doesn’t look like anyone’s hanging out in the commons, so you opened the front door.

 “You’d hah, have the nerve to treat me like that? You really thi—think I’d let you? Oh, sweet girl, you precious little thing, it’s a miracle you’re walkin’ around with that sort of confidence, when I co—could rip you apart at any moment.” He’s getting careless, letting the wet schlick grow louder over the phone. Must be embarrassing to share a wall with him. “I don’t always play this nicely.”

 Kendo waved to you from the kitchen, but you just smiled and pressed a finger over your lips, nodding towards your phone. She gestured towards her cooking, holding out a spoonful of soup, since your hands were full.

 You let her guide it to your mouth, and you took the opportunity to moan once you tasted it. You heard him inhale sharply over the phone.

 You gave Kendo a thumbs-up, and she smiled, leaving you to choose whether to take the lift or the stairs. With the stairs, you risk the sound of your footsteps echoing, but with the lift, you risk the ding when the doors open.

 “Fuck, fuck, sweetheart,” Monoma was saying as you shifted all your bags to one arm to start walking up the stairs, “You make another sound, and you won’t be able to sit down for days when I see you again. I’m gon—gonna fuck you the way you need, and you, you need to feel my cock spread you open, hm? It’ll be so good; you’re so good to me.”

 He’s on the third floor, right? Room…what, 302? You supposed you could just follow the sounds of Some Guy Jerkin’ Off, but that leaves a lot to be desired.

 “I’m—I know I’d fit you so well,” Monoma said with a grunt, the bed creaking in the background, “Someday, I’m gonna—”

 “Yeah, some day you’ll get that done, Neito,” you said, scanning the room numbers on the doors, “Until then, you’re just some bitch-ass virgin.”

 And that’s what pushed him over the edge. Grinning, you held the phone away from your ear, listening in the hallway for the same whiny, throaty moans (boys should moan all the time, you’ve decided. It’s just too darn pretty of a sound).

 You waited outside his room until he finished, and you pressed the phone to your ear again.

 “Baby, I love you; God, fuck, I’m so lucky to have you as my soulmate,” he was babbling mindlessly, just like you’d said he would, “You’re so, so good, and kind, and—”

 You knocked on his door.

 “Shit—” You heard fumbling both over the phone and through the door. “I’m so, so sorry, but I must’ve been too loud; someone’s at my door. I’ve got to go. God, where are my pants—”

 Hanging up first, you bounced on the balls of your feet and listened to the clatter going on in his room, and eventually, he, wearing mismatched clothes, swung open the door.

 After a beat, Monoma frowned and crossed his arms. “I suppose you think you’re awfully clever.”

 “I know I am,” you said, striding past him and setting your shopping bags on his desk, “and you were right: your scarf really does make it feel like you’re cosied up in a sleeping bag.” You took it off and laid it over the back of his desk chair. “Thanks.”

 Grimacing, Monoma was already back on his bed and opening his laptop. “Well, now that you’re here, you can’t leave until you tell me what you think of my next chapter.”

 “You finished it? That’s really fucking neat-o, Neito,” you said, adding the English word to piss him off. “Let me read.”

 While you read the word document on his laptop, Monoma riffled through the shopping bags (crinkling a lot, you might add) for the pack of Kororo white peach gummies, and then he curled around you on the bed to peel it open.

 “You’re weirdly quiet,” you said once you got towards the end, “Did I hurt your—you know I don’t really think virgin is an insult, right?”

 He gave a dismissive wave. “Not offended by something I am. You’ve got to realise I just had an orgasm, so I have good reason to be all languid.”

 You shut the laptop and set it on his bedside table. “Do you think—if our friends knew we were soulmates—if they knew we haven’t had sex yet, they’d be weirded out? I mean, at least in 3-A’s dorm, the school is actively providing condoms and other birth control, since the admin’s realised it’s inevitable people are gonna fuck now that they have a life partner.”

 “Well, our classmates don’t know we’re soulmates, and they won’t ever know, so I don’t see a problem.” Monoma held out his arms and made grabby hands, so you lay down for him to hold you. “And I personally am enjoying the delayed gratification of the chase.”

 “Me, too.” You ran your fingers through his hair (very soft from his bougie shampoo and conditioner), and he leaned into your touch. “The only person who saw me on the way up was Kendo.”

 “Oh, God, did she hear you talking to me?”

 “She did not hear me talking to you.”

 He narrowed his eyes. “I feel like you’re leaving out crucial information.”

 “Perhaps,” you said, “To the best of my knowledge, they’re buying my excuse that I like the view from 3-B’s rooftop better than mine, so I don’t think they suspect I’m seeing you.”

 “Good. Very good.”

 “If anything,” you said, lowering your hand to stroke his cheekbone, “they might think you’re leaving me alone in comparison to the rest of my classmates. You never even copy my quirk during training.”

 His eyelashes fluttered against his skin when he closed his eyes slowly. “Why would I? It’s yours. I’m not gonna take it from you.”

 “But you wouldn’t take it from me; I’d still have it—”

 “I respect you too much to try to use it. I don’t want to learn how to use it, because that would mean I wouldn’t need you by my side in a fight.” He pulled you closer, his body heat seeping through your clothes. “You don’t need me to share it with you. It’s yours.”

 At your silence, he rolled his eyes and clicked his stupid tongue. “I don’t really have a quirk that’s truly mine, and I think that extends to my lot in life. My power depends on those around me, so if I’m alone—well. I’m useless. Which is another fucked-up reason why I like the soulmate mark so much, since—” He sucked in through his teeth. “—since I’ve never had anything of my own.”

 You held your breath, and then you opened your mouth without a plan—

 Monoma laughed—another marble in your pocket. “And before you can say anything about how you can’t own anyone and how I shouldn’t talk to anyone like that, I was trying to be poetic.”

 “I wasn’t gonna say that, Neito,” you said, sitting up a bit so that you could cup his face with both hands, “Do you really think that little of yourself?”

 He flipped his hair out of his eyes for dramatic effect, unsuccessfully. “Isn’t it cool and fun and sexy of me to need therapy?”

 “Only if you actually go to it,” you said, “You don’t need to feel insecure, baby, because you’re everything I could want—even though your value doesn’t depend on my opinion of you. Let me backtrack. That wasn’t the best reason.” You lay facing the ceiling with your arms behind your head, shifting a bit so that he could get another peach gummy, and once he’d popped one in his mouth, he held another up to your lips, which you accepted.

 “You’re taking a concerning amount of time to think of my positive traits.”

 “It’s not that,” you said, chewing on one side of your mouth, “I’m trying to think of how to say it. I’m not as good with words as you are. Okay, listen. First off, you don’t have to do anything to be worthwhile. You’re worthwhile just existing. You’re good already. You don’t have to do anything more. You’re—fuck, I’m not good at this.” You cringed, scrunching your face up—but Monoma was quiet and didn’t interrupt. “I’m sure I’ll come up with something better later, but right now, I can’t think of anything that tells me how good of a man you are is that I wanna be around you more than anyone else. Hell, I’d rather be around you than be by myself, and I love spending time by myself. You—”

 You frantically glanced to see if he were handling this well, and the idiot was lying there with a peach gummy halfway out of his mouth, puckering his lips as if to offer it to you.

 You leaned forward to take it, but before you did, you said, “And I can’t get over how much Eri likes you, too, and that Aizawa-sensei trusts you to take care of her when he’s off campus. That kid is cautious around everybody, and she’s relaxed around you.” Feeling a bit foolish, you kissed him lightly in the process of taking the peach gummy from him.

 Monoma stared at you, blinking profusely, like he was going to cry, while you chewed and swallowed.

 “Are you okay?”

 “I think you do know what to say. You’re good. Thank you. I’ll work on things, I guess. I can try.” He stuck out his lower lip. “But I can’t betray my otherwise superior exterior towards 3-A—”

 “Oh, yeah? They’ll realise you’re a big ol’ softie if I tell them we’re soulmates.”

 “Hey,” Monoma said, frowning, and after a moment, he tilted his head, his hair splaying across his pillow. “I have a proposal—”

 “Again?”

 “The most romantic one I can fathom,” he said, taking your hands and fiddling with your fingers, “Do you wanna watch Lord of the Rings? Extended edition?”

 ***

 Out in the courtyard, the leaves were changing with the seasons.

 “Hey,” said Jirou, scrolling through her phone, “It looks like Tainted Love might get parole.”

 Yaoyorozu lifted her head from Jirou’s shoulder. “So soon?”

 “She already got moved to a lower-security prison two months ago,” said Uraraka, reaching across the picnic blanket to the plate of matcha mochi, “So they’ve already decided that she’s not much of a threat.”

 “You’re joking,” came Shinsou’s voice from your left, dropping his backpack next to you on the blanket, with Todoroki, Kaminari, and Monoma in tow. “After what she did to us? Some of us are fucking dying because of the eroding lifespan side effect.” Shinsou sat cross-legged next to you and propped up his backpack for you to lean on for back support, and the other guys integrated themselves with the rest of the picnicking group—stragglers from 3-A and 3-B after school ended for the day, a sort of tea-party-picnic mostly arranged by Yaoyorozu before exams next week.

 Daring to shoot you an apologetic look, Monoma sat at a distance from you, slightly subdued as he crouched next to Kendo and Shoda.

 “Yeah, my chest hurts at odd intervals,” said Kaminari, holding a hand over his heart, “I think I need to find my soulmate and get laid immediately.”

 “Soulmates aren’t all about sex,” said Shinsou with a scowl.

 Kaminari shrugged. “They could be.”

 “But Tainted Love is getting parole?” You held your teacup between your palms, letting the heat of your raspberry tea keep them warm. “What’s the source?”

 “Uh, looks like Midnight-sensei and Present Mic-sensei were in a press conference this morning about the group that she’s a part of,” said Jirou, “Midnight-sensei’s been working with the authorities on getting information out of Tainted Love, since their quirks are both reliant on inhalants—and Tainted Love seems to like her.”

 “I need to talk to Tainted Love,” said Kaminari between bites of some sort of biscuit that Bakugou had apparently baked last night, “I wanna ask if there’s any way that she could, like, speed up the soulmate identification process. I can’t find mine for the life of me.”

 Jirou shared a look with Yaoyorozu, and she said, “That’s because no one would claim you, even if you had a few more brain cells.”

 “You misunderstand me, Jirou! Being a himbo is the basis of my appeal!” Kaminari slapped the back of his hand to his forehead and screwed up his face. “If I got any smarter, then no one would want me for me, because I wouldn’t be true to myself. Big sigh,” he said, actually saying the words, “Maybe those of us who are unclaimed should just hook up and rotate around until we feel right.” Kaminari’s voice carried across the picnic area (his dramatics made Kendo snort).

 Shinsou flicked Kaminari’s forehead. “When you stop being a pig, maybe someone’ll want you. To be loved, you first have to be lovable.”

 “You know, I don’t think that’s quite true.”

 Everyone’s heads turned towards Monoma, looking oddly constipated and halfway into a scone, which was crumbling to dust in his tense grip. “I don’t think you have to do anything to be loved. I think—” He seemed to notice that he was destroying his scone, and he set it on his paper plate. “—I think that you’re worth loving just because you are.”

 Brow furrowed, Shinsou glanced between you and Monoma. “Dude,” he called towards him, “Are you okay?”

 “Sorry, Monoma. I love you, man, but you’re not my type,” said Kaminari, popping the collar on his blazer, “even though we’re both unclaimed so far. You know who else is unclaimed?” You watched in horror as Kaminari actually and literally rolled over from his spot on the picnic blanket closer to you. “Hi,” he said, staring up at you, “I believe you’re also dying due to heartache?”

 Shinsou tensed next to you—and you didn’t even look at Monoma; you knew he wouldn’t want you to give anything away.

 “Uh.” You glanced around for help from anyone, but everyone was also weirdly frozen and put out by this. “I mean, I am. That’s true, I guess, since I don’t have a soulmate. But—”

 “Would you like not to be?” Kaminari folded his arms behind his head to grin up at you.

 But a tight-fisted Monoma had already stood up and walked stiffly over to where you were on the blanket, and he knelt next to you, nudging Kaminari away with his knee. He started to unbuckle his belt.

 At the clink of his buckle and soft zip of his uniform pants, the stillness overtaking everyone shattered: essentially, a collective flinch passed over the onlookers, with more than a few choice swears coming from Jirou, and Kaminari scrambled away.

 “My dude, what the fuckingeth—”

 Monoma—you slapped your hand over your eyes, already embarrassed—pulled down his pants enough that everyone could see your name along his v-line. “She and I are soulmates,” said Monoma, looking calmly as he could at Kaminari, “Hope that clears things up.”

 His jaw slack, Kaminari glanced at the soulmark, at Monoma’s unwavering expression, and back at the soulmark. “You have your soulmark right on your cum gutters? You’re so lucky.”

 Yaoyorozu had to clutch her stomach she was laughing so hard; Shinsou pinched the bridge of his nose. Jirou could hardly talk for laughing, composing herself enough to stutter out, “You—you call them cum gutters?”

 “Like I would know that real term.”

 It was nice, since the shock and attention shifted to roasting Kaminari alive. But now Monoma was sitting next to you, staring nervously into the teacup you handed him, and when you gently bumped his shoulder, all he did was take a sip, his hand shaking so that the porcelain clattered when he returned the cup to the saucer.

 “That was very brave of you,” you said softly, “Thank you for doing it.”

 He hummed, still looking into his teacup.

 “I guess I should congratulate you,” said Shinsou, shifting his attention away from the Does-Kaminari-Even-Know-About-Anatomy-What-About-the-Clitoris conversation, “So, congratulations.”

 You squinted at him. “You don’t sound surprised.”

 “You were right about 3-B’s dormitory having a better view from the roof,” said Shinsou, jerking his head to the side, “but I never saw you there. I think you’ve shocked everyone else, though. Check out Midoriya over there.”

 He was frantically glancing between you and Monoma, steam almost visibly blasting out of his ears as he tried to process it.

 Monoma huffed, and he finally allowed himself the beginnings of a smug grin. “Well, of course it’d be surprising for such a power couple to come out of the soulmate incident. It’s too perfect.”

 And when Mina started filming the picnic to post on the third years’ twitter, he made a point of kissing you in front of everyone, as proof recorded until the end of time.

soulmate trope taglist: @bakugouspsycho, @pansexualproblemchild, @doonaandpjs, @sunsetevergreen, @the-coffee-is-on-fire, @liberace2, @ladymidnight77, @nonomesupposedto, @gooooomz

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[nights-legacy]

Can't Lose Them - MonoShin xReader

Masterlist MHA Masterlist

MonoShin x Reader (meaning Poly relationship. Don't like? Then don't read. )

2760 words

Angst/Fluff

Warnings: None

+You and Hitoshi have been friends since the UA days. You also may have had a small crush on the purple haired boy. One night, after another bad date, you make a move on him only to find out he's dating Monoma. You avoid the two like the plague. Hitoshi is upset, and Monoma has had enough. He takes the matter into his own hands to settle the matter.

I laughed as Hitoshi lost the argument with his cat, Blossom. He rubbed his nose where he got swatted. As I laughed harder, he turned to glare at me.

"Really?" He asked. I just nodded. He sighed. He got up and sat down next to me. I calmed down and set my head on his shoulder. He set his head on top of mine.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked. He made a hum and thought for a moment.

"Well, you're the one that needed cheering up so why don't you pick." He said. I sat up and nodded. I had a bad date and called Hitoshi. He insisted I come over to hang out and feel better.

"How about we have a few drinks?"

"Sounds good to me." He hopped up and came back with a few beers. 

After a few drinks, I was more relaxed. Not drunk but buzzed. I was staring at Hitoshi while he talked about something. My eyes traveled over his sharp jaw and up to his violet eyes. I had always had a crush on him ever since we met in high school.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" He caught me. I shook my head. He leant in and focused on me hard. "You sure?"

"Yeah." I nodded. My eyes darted down to his lips before looking him in the eyes.

"Y/N?" He spoke up. I moved forward without thinking and kissed him. I heard and felt him gasp. He didn't kiss me back and I pulled away.

"Toshi?"

"What the fuck?" We both turned quickly to see Monoma standing there.

"Monoma?"

"Babe!" We yelled at the same time. I looked at Hitoshi quick.

"Babe?" I asked. I saw his panicked gaze dart between me and Monoma. It finally hit me and I was overtaken with guilt and shame. "Shit... I'm sorry. So sorry."

"Y/N..." I scrambled up. I went for my jacket and shoes.

"I'm so sorry! Monoma, it was all me. Toshi didn't do anything." I looked at him and he was seething. "You can be mad at me all you want. This was all my fault. Don't be mad a Hitoshi. I'm just going to go. I'll leave you both alone."

"Y/N, wait!" I bolted out the door and away from Hitoshi's apartment building.

Ever since then, I've avoided the two like the plague. I had seen Hitoshi try and come talk to me but I would always run away. I can't even look at either of them. I didn't ever know that they were dating.

"How about you come out with the rest of us tonight?" Denki asked as he poked my arm.

"Who's us?"

"Well me, Kiri, Mina, Bakubro, Sero, Midobro, Hitoshi, Todoroki..." I held back a flinch.

"As fun as that sounds, I'm gonna have to pass, Denks. I promised to help my neighbor rearrange her living room after I got off. You know, Lina-san the older lady next door."

"Oh, I love Lina-san. Well that's a bummer you can't come out but at least your not just trying skip out."

"Yeah, definately not." I chuckled but felt bad because in reality I was. I wasn't lying about my neighbor but Anywhere Hitoshi was going, I wouldn't be. An alert beep caught both of our attentions.

"Well duty calls." He said before taking off, throwing a bye over his shoulder. My shift ended not long after and I headed home.

3rd POV

The get together was in full swing by the time Hitoshi got there. He was a little late due to a last minute villain attack. He sat down in between Denki and Bakugou before looking around. He deflated when he didn't see Y/N there.

"Hey Denks, no Y/N?" He leant over to ask.

"No. They already had plans after work. Helping their neighbor." He explained.

"Oh, okay." He sighed.

"You okay, Toshi?" Denki gave him his full attention.

"Yeah, just haven't been able to spend time with them a lot lately." He shrugged.

"Oh, yeah. You've both been pretty busy lately."

"Yeah." He nodded with a solemn look. Denki gave him a concerned look but decided to not press any further. Hitoshi pulled out his phone.

They're not here. - Hitoshi

You sure they're not just late? - Neito

Yeah, Denki said they had plans with their neighbor after work.- Hitoshi

Oh... I'm sorry baby. I feel like I came between you too. They're your best friend. - Neito

It's alright and not your fault. Y/N didn't know we were dating. I just hate that they're avoiding me. - Hitoshi

I know baby. Everything will get better. - Neito

"Hey Eye bags. Tune in will ya?" Bakugou hit his shoulder.

"Yeah, sorry."

Back at Hitoshi's apartment, Neito was getting ready to head out. He slipped on his shoes and grabbed his keys. He left really quick, heading towards Y/N's place.

Y/N's POV

"Your welcome, Lina-san!" I called as I left. I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I walked back to my door. I walked in before kicking off my shoes. I didn't get far before there was a knock on my door. "Coming!" I went back to the door and opened it. "Can I he..."

"Hello, Y/N." Monoma was standing there.

"Monoma?" I whispered surprised, taking a half step back.

"I think we need to talk." He said, looking at me with a soft look. I stood there opening and closing my mouth like a fish. He sighed and smiled at me. "L/N?"

"Oh. Um, come in." I stepped aside to let him in. He came in and toed off his shoes. I led him into the main room. "Um. Make yourself at home. I am going to get a little cleaned up. I'll be right out."

"No, no. Take your time. I am intruding unannounced. I'm in no hurry." He assured. I nodded before swiftly slipping away to go take a shower. I tried to calm down in the shower but I had no clue what Monoma was doing here. I walked out while towel drying my hair.

"So, I suspect you're here to talk about what you walked in on?" I asked shyly. He looked up at me from the couch. He nodded and patted the spot next to him. I took the spot and sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Monoma."

"It's alright. Hitoshi told me what happened. About the bad date, the drinks, and to be honest... I've known about your feelings for Hitoshi for years."

"What?!" I exclaimed. He chuckled before setting his hand on mine.

"Yep. Ever since we were in UA. I saw the way you looked at him and I know how blind Hitoshi can be."

"Monoma..."

"Neito. Please." He insisted. We sat there in silence as I soaked in that he knew all along. "He's going to be pissed at me for telling but, Hitoshi had a crush on you too, you know."

"He did?" I turned toward him.

"Yeah. I'm surprised I was able to ever get anywhere with him because of it." He chuckled. "He's distraught you know. He's so worried and upset that you won't talk to him. He texted me from the party tonight saying you weren't there and I decided that I need to come talk to you. He doesn't know I'm here."

"Oh. I hate that I'm avoiding him but I just ... I couldn't face him. Not after kissing him and finding out you two were together. I couldn't stand the thought of coming between you two. I, I, I..."

"Hey, calm down. You didn't come between us. I promise." He took my hand. "Yes, I was surprised to come home and see it but after Hitoshi explained, I understood. I think I understood more than he did."

"I don't know what to do. I embarrased myself so badly with Hitoshi, I don't even know how to go about talking to him. It is never going to be the same now."

"Who said it needed to be the same?" He suddenly said. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Neito, what do you mean..." My chin was grabbed and he turned my face gently before I felt lips on mine. I gasped before relaxing into the kiss. I looked at him confused when we pulled away.

"Hitoshi wasn't the only one who had a crush on you." He whispered against my lips. He looked into my eyes. I looked at him in shock. "I know I was a major asshole in school but my feelings were and are genuine. I couldn't help but admire you and fall helplessly in love with you. Both Hitoshi and I did."

"Neito..." I smiled and cupped his cheek. I kissed him again, pressing myself against him. "I never thought you were a major asshole, maybe a bit of one but not entirely. I figure there was more to the story."

He gripped my hip and pushed against me, laying me back. He leant over me without his lips leaving mine. I moaned and hooked my knee loosely over his hip. He pulled away gasping.

"As much as I would love to continue this, we should probably go tell Toshi what's going on, Mi Amor."

"Yeah, yeah. Probably." I gasped. He got up and held out his hand. He helped me up and kissed my hand.

"If you're ready, let's go Mi amor." I nodded.

We went back to their apartment and waited for Hitoshi to come back from the party. We talked for awhile. He told me about how he and Hitoshi got together. I also got to know the real Neito Monoma.

"Oh, he's just getting home. Hide! Let's surprise him." He said excitedly. I nodded and hid in the hall closet. I heard Hitoshi come in and greet Neito. The door opened and Neito hung up Toshi's coat. He motioned to follow him with a finger to his lips.

"They weren't there Nei. I don't know what else to do." Hitoshi sighed. I stepped out and saw him sitting on the same couch that we were on before.

"I know, Tosh. I promise we'll figure something out. I can feel it's going to be okay." Neito motioned me towards Toshi as he went to the kitchen.

"God, I hope. I can't lose them Neito. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if. I don't..." He rubbed the back of his neck. I could see how stressed he was by how tense he was. Guilt sat heavily in my stomach before I pushed it away.

"You haven't lost them." Neito said from the doorway.

"Haven't I?" I nearly heard the tears in his voice. I couldn't take it anymore. I set my hands on his shoulders. I began to rub them and he groaned.

"No." I said softly. He froze under my touch. "No, you haven't."

"Y/N?" I hummed an affirmation while still rubbing his shoulders. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and before I could say anything, he yanked me over his shoulder. I landed in his lap before looking up at him dazed. "You're here. You're here."

"Toshi..."

"I'm sorry! I should have reacted differently. I should have told you about me and Neito. I mean you're my best friend and I should have told you. Please, I'm sorry."

"Toshi..." He kept rambling on, working himself into a tizy. I looked at Neito and he looked as concerned as I felt. I looked back at Hitoshi. He showed no signs of stopping so I decided to shut him up. I reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck and yanked him down. I kissed him hard and strong.

"Umph." He stuttered for a moment before he wrapped his arm around my waist tightly. He kissed me hard, lifting me to meet him better. The heat built between us and he pulled me up to sit in his lap. I had to pull away to breath and he attached his lips to my neck.

"Toshi!" I gasped as he bit down on my skin. I tangled my fingers in his hair.

"As entertaining as this is to watch, you're getting a bit carried away for the moment." We heard Neito pipe up. Hitoshi ripped himself away from my neck and quickly but gently moved me from his lap. He quickly stood up.

"Neito, damn. I..." The blonde walked over to the couch, waving his hand in dismissle. I got on my knees on the couch and smiled at him. "I got carried away..."

"No worries." Neito leans over and kissed me gently, cupping my face with care. He pulled away and looked at me in the eyes. "They're easy to get carried away with."

"Wha... What?" He was staring at us confused. I giggled as Neito walked over to him. He cupped Toshi's face and kissed his nose.

"After you told me Y/N didn't show up tonight, I decided to go and talk to them myself. I couldn't stand seeing either of you so miserable. Plus I was getting tired of the run around." He turned to give me a pointed look. I shrunk back a little.

"Sorry." I said softly.

"It's alright sweetie." He smiled. "I wanted to get to the bottom of everything. Explain our side and ... confess our feelings."

"You told them how I feel?" Hitoshi looked at Neito hard. I decided to step in now.

"And I'm glad he did." I stepped off the couch and they both looked at me. "If he hadn't, we may have continued to run in circles. Toshi... I've had feelings for you for years. If Neito hadn't said anything, there's a good chance I would have most likely have continued to go on bad dates and never would have known that both of the men I've had major crushes on wanted me back."

"Wait, both of us?" It was Neito's turn to be surprised.

"Yeah, but you always seemed unattainable. You never seemed interested in anyone really. I guess I know why now." I chuckled. I stepped in close. "So don't be mad at him please. He was just looking out for the two of us. All of us really."

"You're right." He smiled softly. He reached out and he pulled both of us into his sides. He nuzzled into my neck and hair. "I am still sorry. I should of told you about me and Nei. You're my best friend after all."

"It's alright." I rubbed his back. "I could have reacted better. I was just so embarrased and couldn't face you." I felt Neito take my hand.

"That's all over now." He said with bright eyes. "You both made it past this hill. Now we can move on... together?" He looked nervous with the question. Hitoshi and I shared a look. There was hope and love in his eyes. A crooked, charming smile came across his face. He leant down and kissed me firmly. I kissed back earnestly.

"There's no way I letting you go again." He said as he pulled away. He looked at Neito. "You either. Your not ever getting away."

"Really?" Neito smirked at the other man. I saw a sultry look flashed across Toshi's face.

"Yes. And I'll tie you down with my capture weapon if I have too." My eyes widen at the scene in front of me. I saw a challenging looking in Neito's eyes. They seemed to get lost in each other.

"Do I need to give you two the room?" I joked, wriggling out of Toshi's grip. They snapped out of it and blushed.

"No!" They both exclaimed. Toshi was able to catch my hand. I raised the other in surrender with a giggle. I brought Toshi's hand to my lips to kiss it.

"If anything, we will take you to ours." Toshi pulled me into a steamy kiss.

"Mi Amours. You will be the death of me." Neito sassed. He pulled away and was walking back towards the kitchen, petting Blossom on the way. "How about we save that for a different evening? Yes. How about a nice dinner for the three of us tonight? I know Hitoshi hasn't eaten yet. Y/N, have you?"

"No, I immediately went to help Lina-san after my shift." I shook my head.

"Then it's settled. Now get your butts in here and help me." Toshi and I shared a look. "Are you coming?"

"Yes, dear!" Toshi called while ushering me into the kitchen, laughing.

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[merlucide]

Incorrect quote pt2

Y/N: We have to find my darling husband! I’m so worried about him..!

Friend: seriously, what do you see in that guy?

Y/N: He makes me laugh.

This applies to:

(JJK) GOJO, itadori, inumaki,

(MHA) KAMINARI, MONOMA,

(KNY) SANEMI, INOSUKE,

(HQ) OIKAWA, KYOTANI, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, tsukishima, LEV, kenma, SUNA, ATSUMU, SAKUSA, HOSHIUMI

(BLLK) BACHIRA, isagi, RAICHI, nagi, RIN, SHIDOU, otoya, SENDOU, OLIVER, KAISER, CHARLES

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[meggiesposts]

Roommate!Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader x Roommate!Kirishima Eijiro

This will be head-cannons that will be used in my upcoming book - name still undecided

Hopefully this will tide you guys over until I publish the first chapter - if you guys have any name suggestions I’ll gladly take them

Part one

Masterlist

WARNINGS ⚠️: cunnilingus, sex, biting

Roommate!Bakugo who’s first kiss with you happens when you snap and yell at him

Roommate!Kirishima who impulsively adopted a kitten with you and managed to hide it from Roommate!Bakugou for two whole months

Roommate!Kirishima who picks up you favorite snacks or drinks or whatever you’re craving every time he’s on his way home - and never asks you to pay him back

Roommate!Bakugo who LOVES when you scratch his scalp or the back of his neck - will fall asleep within minutes

Roommate!Bakugo who will completely deny the hc above but will randomly grab your hand and place it on his head and glare at you if you laugh

Roommate!Bakugo who you force into an annual movie nights just the two of you- which he complains about so much. But when you miss one night because of work you suddenly get the silent treatment

Roommate!Kirishima who insists on massaging your legs after seeing how much you move at work and school- after all your not used to it like he is

Roommate!Kirishima who loves when you rest your head on his shoulders, insists you do when your tired

Roommate!Kirishima who will tell you he loves your cooking no matter what- will eat charcoal with a strained smile and tell you he’s never had better

Roommate!Bakugo who straight up will tell you that your cooking is shit but will go silent and avoid eye-contact when it tastes good

Roommate!Kirishima who asks to hang out with you after a bad mission, people got hurt and he just wants to hold you and feel like he didn’t fail.

Roommate!Bakugo who goes dead silent after a bad mission. Who pulls you to YOUR bed and forces you down so he can lay on your chest. He just needs to be surrounded completely by you.

Roommate!Kirishima who loves when you wear red, the first time you guys went farther than kissing you were wearing a red bra- complete coincidence but he almost when feral

Roommate!Kirishima who loves to use his teeth on you. To hear your breath become unstable as he treathens to bite down- and when he does he throbs at the sound you make

Roommate!Kirishima who will always put your needs before his own - physically, emotionally, and sexually

Roommate!Kirishima who loves eating you out. Who teased your clit with his teeth - and makes sure to make you cum this way at least once before anything happens between you

Roommate!Bakugo who eats you out when he’s frustrated at something, when the cops take his villain or when he’s told he’s not allowed to do something - will hold your thighs around his head no matter how much you cry from the overstimulation

Roommate!Bakugo who bullies your cervix over and over until your crying from how good it feels because your so sensitive but it’s okay because he’s taking care of you

Roommate!Bakugo who praises you (yes I believe he praises and doesn’t degrade) - urges you to cum for him just one more time, come-on you can give me one more, can’t you pretty girl?

Roommate!Bakugo who kisses you so gently as if he didn’t just rearrange your guts

Roommate!Bakugo who just blinks at you both when you and Kirishima just to justify the cat because

Roommate!Kirishima & Roommate!Bakugo who rush home when they hear over the police radios that their home is the one that was broken into, because your supposed to be home

Roommate!Bakugo who gets there first only to find ProHero!Chargebolt with a wide smile as he figured out where they live and with a pretty girl nonetheless

Roommate!Kirishima who swears up and down that Roommate!Bakugo made him promise not to the anybody where they lived- or that you lived there too

Roommate!Bakugo who immediately checks if your okay because your bloody and ignores the way ProHero!Chargebolt is wondering why Roommate!Bakugo is on his knees in front of you, wiping blood of your lips with a delicate care he hasn’t seen the male show before

Roommate!Bakugo who finally takes a step back from you and immediately punches the already handcuffed perp and breaks his nose

Roommate!Kirishima who comes in as their leaving and busts the guy’s head open without a second thought

Roommate!Kirishima who forced Friend!Kaminari Denki to leave after hours of questioning you

Roommate!Kirishima & Roommate!Bakugo who sleep on your floor that night because they know your nervous still

Roommate!Kirishima who plays Uno with you - you have to teach him

Roommate!Kirishima who has no idea how you win 13 times in a row - he knows the rules he had good cards why does he keep loosing

Roommate!Bakugo who sits behind Roommate!Kirishima every game and texts/mouths to you what his cards are

Roommate!Bakugo who’s banker in monopoly and accidentally gives you too much money every damn time

Friend!Kaminari who whines about how your so rich and Roommate!Kirishima who thinks he has the worst luck in the world

Wait till you teach the game of life

LMAO

Hopefully y’all will accept this as a peace offering until I can post the first chapter

I’ll also be posting a masterlist for this fanfic

#mha x reader #bakugou x reader #mha #mha bakugo x reader #roommate bakugo x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #kirishima fluff #mha kirishima #kirishima x reader #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima x reader x bakugou #monoma x reader #aizawa x reader #dabi x reader #mha imagines #mha smut #mha spoilers #mha pros x reader #mha pro x reader #mha x reader imagine #mina ashido #denki hcs #denki kaminari #denki x reader #Trinity masterlist #trinity

[izukuisbaby]

⊹˚.⋆ "MY MOM WANTS TO SEE YOUR FACE" - MY HERO ACADEMIA

୭ flora's notes : HELLO SO NEW CHARACTERS ARE MAKING AN APPEARANCE EXCEPTIONALLY BECAUUUSE I want all my babes to feel included and for that I needed more characters than usual, i really hope u guys like this 🥰 also i tried to pick natural looking girls because who tf can relate to a model doing a photoshoot or a facetuned photo

୭ infos : female reader💓

୭ includes : denki, katsuki, izuku, eijiro, shoto, dabi, hawks and monoma

babies, it is so important to me that my readers feel good about themselves and i know it's one hell of a hard task, but you're getting there. life is so much better when you do not dwell on whether you look skinny/chubby or not, whether you look your best or not, what matters is enjoying the moment. i promise you, life is so much brighter when you do not focus on your insecurities, you're beautiful no matter what. try that snack you've always wanted to try. buy this outfit you saw on pinterest, it will look great on you even if the picture doesn't look like you. you don't need foundation to cover your acne scars or your freckles, they make your face look unique. it's not because you don't look like the girls on your instagram/pinterest feed that you're less valuable than them, or that you're less pretty. don't feel guilty for living your life babies. i love you all so so much and thank you for everything 💓

© izukuisbaby. comments appreciated ! although do not modify, translate, copy, claim as your own or repost on any app/platform/social media (this applies to all of my content)💓

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥flora texts #bnha x reader #bnha #mha imagines #mha x reader #my hero academia #mha smau #mha fluff #bnha fluff #hawks x reader #monoma x reader #izuku x reader #deku x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha smau #denki x reader #dabi x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #kirishima x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bakugo fluff #denki fluff #dabi fluff #hawks fluff #izuku fluff #midoriya x reader #todoroki fluff

[fantasydaydreamers]

👾"g̶̢͕̼̩̘̮͙͕̥͍͓̱͔̻̯̔̏͐̈͌͋͆́̈́̍̈́͗̉̕l̶̜̬̘͂͊̈́̒̔̎̐̀͘͝͝i̴͖͍̭͐͂̉̍̓̃̓̚ṱ̷̨̖͚̘̞̦͈͕̠̜̤̾̊́ͅc̷̨̳̭̙̯̰͈̠̪̤̺̏́̃̂̿͘͝h̴̨̗̮̠̰͔͆̓̑͒͊ͅ" Gamer!Shinsou x Reader👾

"Tamaki, can we please go get some food now?" You whine, sprawled out on his penthouse floor. The sound of furious typing was the only response you received as your best friend continued to fixate on his computer. Frowning, you roll onto your stomach and glare at the back of his head which was barely peeking over the top of his black gaming chair.

"You said one last round, an hour ago," you try again, speaking louder and more clearly, hoping he'd get the hint.

Clickclickclickclick-

Cursing under your breath, you heave yourself up to stand, stretching as you make your way over to the large windows adorning the side of his apartment. It was getting late, and although you had crashed in on Tamaki unexpectedly, it was because you hadn't seen much of him lately since he's been busy with work. But if means having a view like this...

Tamaki's high-rise apartment sat right in the middle of downtown Tokyo, so you could see everything from up here. The sun had just set, but the neon lights from downtown lit everything back up. Pink and blues swirled in the fog that hung over the city, making it look dystopian.

Which, honestly, didn't seem that far off.

New technologies have been surging tremendously, making it the epitome of the future. The rapid growth was scary to you, but Tamaki thrived on the new advances and had a talent for navigating the cyber world. "Nerd," you mumble fondly, glancing at him again, seeing his profile completely zoned in on whatever he was doing. You've known him since high school, quickly becoming friends with him when you two were partnered up for a biology project and he couldn't even look at the dissection without turning green.

Needless to say, you two became best friends as you survived the class and the rest of high school together. Now both of you were just finishing up college, Tamaki already securing a full-time job at Ↄypher Teↄh, or CT for short, which is the leading company for all the new advances and is responsible for giving him this kickass apartment.

Although, that was just another reminder as to why you couldn't order in food. You tried before, but Tamaki told you it went against Ↄypher Teↄh's policies to have unauthorized visitors to company-issued housing.

"O...kay..." you had spoken slowly, "but I'm authorized?" You didn't remember signing any paperwork or hearing Tamaki getting approval for anything. He just assured you that everything was taken care of and that you're allowed as long as you don't bring along any of your other mutual friends.

"Just scan this at the elevator whenever you come to visit," he had instructed, giving you a blank light blue plastic card with a single barcode on the back, "and do not lose it. I only get one." You had rolled your eyes commenting that he's always so nervous about everything, but after seeing his humorless expression, you were in disbelief that he would think that low of you.

"I'm serious, (Y/n)," Tamaki's eyes softened finally in the midst of your stare-down. "I can't have any fangirls-"

He couldn't finish his sentence, seeing the 'really' look solidifying on your face causing him to laugh. The idea of Tamaki even coming close enough to a girl, let alone gaining fangirls, was a joke in itself. Being paired up together in high school was fate and you love reminding him that he's going to have to interact with other girls at some point besides you. Needless to say, you couldn't hold a straight face afterward, both of you giggling in the middle of his empty apartment.

That was months ago and you still held on tight to the card, scanning it at the elevator for his private floor whenever you entered the building.

His apartment was still somewhat empty, which you didn't understand either because, with a view like this, it should have some furniture to appreciate it with. A single bed in the bedroom and a single couch in the living room with a small ass TV didn't count! The only expensive thing in the apartment would be his computer setup. It felt empty and cold just like the refrigerator in his kitchen.

"I actually think you're only alive because of me," you finally walk over to him, seeing nothing but numbers fly across his screen as you finally realize what he's doing. "You're working, you liar!" Flicking his forehead, you thought this whole time he was playing that RPG Neito got him addicted too.

The flick snapped him out of it, the insistent clicking on the keyboard finally stopping. "What was that for?!" Tamaki whines, rubbing at his forehead as he finally turns to look at you, dark circles on the bags under his eyes like they were designer.

You look down at your wrist, mocking as if you were checking a watch, only to glance back up at him expectantly. He rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to respond but freezes when his stomach grumbles.

"Aha!" Pointing at him triumphantly, you cross your arms over your chest and stand proudly over him.

"You're lucky I was finished anyways," he mumbles, turning back to his screen to type in a few more things before closing out of the tabs.

"What were you working on?" You ask, stepping away as he pushes his chair back to stand up and stretch. Tamaki yawns loudly, as you two make your way over to the door.

"A few reports came in of some bugs in their system, so I had to fix it," he shrugs, pulling on his winter coat and scarf. You pull on your winter coat as well, shaking your head in awe.

"I don't know how you do it, but every time I remember what you do, I'm always impressed." 

Tamaki unlocks the door and holds it open for you, making sure to lock it once you two are in the hallway. "I went to school for this, so I would hope it paid off somehow," he smiles softly but a look of weariness crosses his features.

"What's up?" Bumping into him playfully, you two make your way to the elevator, calling it to his private floor. You didn't doubt that Tamaki's job was taxing, since you hardly understood it yourself, but having to stare at a screen for hours on end and remember numbers and codes seemed stressful.

The elevator doors open to the neon blue interior and as you both step in, you turn to Tamaki seeing the genuine indecisiveness on his face.

"Where are we going to eat?"

~*~*~*~*

All throughout dinner, Tamaki kept checking his phone and you started to feel guilty for pulling him away from work. It got so bad that you finished eating before him as he hardly touched his food.

"Am I going to get you in trouble?" For the nth time this evening, you watch his fingers fly across a keyboard.

"Hm? No," he had replied, locking the screen and making a show of putting it facedown on the table. "You were saying?"

You apologized anyways and could tell he felt guilty for neglecting you too, but once again, you know he's been busy with work. Soon enough, the two of you parted ways, Tamaki promising to make it up to you as he hurried back to his glamorous penthouse suite and you to your not-so-glamorous dorm room.

The semester was winding down, winter break was quickly approaching, and you couldn't wait to spend a full week at Tamaki's. You mentioned the idea to him before and he agreed, also hoping to take a vacation from work.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" A voice calls out to you as you bury your face closer in your scarf hoping it will block out the frigid winter wind. Turning as much as you can, you see Neito jogging up to you, his blonde hair tucked inside a grey beanie, cheeks flushed red from the cold. Pausing your steps, you wait for him to catch up. "Can you do me a favor?"

Groaning, you're about to protest when Neito interrupts you. "Please! It's not a big deal, I swear." He pushes his hands together, pleading with puppy-dog eyes.

In terms of friendship, if Tamaki was your best friend, Neito was the stray dog the two of you adopted along the way.

Who you also love.

Unfortunetly.

"What?" Pretending to be annoyed, you break when Neito starts whooping loudly. "Shut up, idiot! It's late," you laugh lightly, smacking his arm.

Neito cackles and lowers his backpack. "So, Tamaki texted me the other day if I could give him the old laptop he left in our dorm forever ago. I know he got his new job with all the new tech gadgets but c'mon...how do you forget a laptop?" He pulls a thin black laptop and charger out of the bag, handing it to you. "Anyways, I can't give it to him because I'm leaving early for winter break, literally tomorrow, and I haven't had time to give it to him sooner since I've been studying this whole week for the final exams my professors let me take early."

"I saw him earlier and I don't know if I'll see him again until break...he's been busy," you pout, still eyeing the laptop in your hands.

"Awh poor little you," Neito pats your head teasingly making you swat him away, "I mean, he didn't say it was urgent. Also, he's lasted months without it so I think you can wait until you see him again. I tried logging in to see what kind of por-"

"Neito!" You yell, aiming to kick him in the balls, face flushing from disbelief.

"Shut up, idiot! It's late," he mocks you, pitching his voice higher as he dodges your attack.

"I hate you."

"Awh~ I love you too!"

He picks his backpack up, still cackling like the gremlin he is. "Seriously though, it's password protected, but you can't blame me for being curious about what he has on there. In general, I mean." Neito hurries to add, seeing you wind up another kick.

Rolling your eyes, you tuck the laptop and charger under your arm. "Whatever, Neito. I promise to tell him that when I give it to him."

A flash of fear crosses his eyes as he laughs nervously. "Uh...how about we add onto the favor that maybe you don't mention that teeny tinypart?"

Halfway through his begging, you had already walked away, tossing a hand up in goodbye, hearing him call out your name anxiously. Giggling to yourself, you head to your dorm feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket with what were sure to be Neito's pleas.

The warm air that hit you when you opened the door to your building was blissful and you all but rushed to your room, hurriedly pulling your keys out which got caught on your wallet, causing it to fall on the floor. Huffing in annoyance, you bend down and pick it up, seeing that Tamaki's keycard almost slid out, causing your heart to skip a beat.

Careful, (Y/n), you remind yourself gently. Gripping the card tightly, you unlock the door to your room. Tossing Tamaki's laptop on your bed, along with the card and wallet, you take your coat off and get ready for the night.

~*~*~*~*

It was late by the time you finally got in bed.

Still concerned about Tamaki, mixed with the faint reminder you almost lost something of his when you promised him you wouldn't, made you cringe. Now, you were in possession of two of his things. The laptop is still on your bed with the blue keycard on top of it, mocking you.

I should definitely put that card back in my wallet...

Groaning, you roll back out of bed and grab the keycard, jumping when the laptop makes a soft beeping sound.

You freeze, not knowing what just happened, and stare at the laptop for a while before slowly sitting back down on your bed to open it.

The screen flashes on, showing a blank profile picture with a keypad underneath for a password, but the 9-digit spaces were filled in with masking dots. Remembering Neito's confession from earlier, you roll your eyes, about to close the laptop when the account suddenly unlocks.

Your jaw drops in shock, seeing the blankest background ever to load. "He never decorates anything," your lip curls up in annoyance thinking this was about to be a revolutionary discovery but the pale blue wallpaper was so sad it was almost funny. A sudden pop-up came from the bottom right corner of your screen.

^*bypass successful

Confusion wasn't a strong enough word to describe what you were feeling right now. This was starting to feel intrusive and you didn't mean to unlock it so how did it-

Your eyes slowly move from the screen to the card still in your hand as another pop-up appears.

^*enable encryption? 

Tossing the card on the other end of your bed, far away from the laptop, you scramble and click 'deny,' hoping to stop whatever is happening.

Thankfully, the pop-ups disappear and you're left staring at the wallpaper again, a single purple icon in the top right corner of the screen. It was then you realize just how fast your heart is beating and how loud it seems to be in your room.

Taking a deep breath you try to convince yourself you're doing this because you're concerned about Tamaki and how much he's been working and this was for him!

Clicking on the icon, you wait anxiously, your heart thudding in your ears as the page loads...

To a regular browser.

Your shoulders deflate and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Ha! I was worried about nothing!"

To calm your racing heart, you reach for the card you tossed earlier and actually put it back in your wallet, making sure it's secure. Crawling back in bed, you drag the laptop with you, hoping to watch something to fall asleep too.

"If only he had some movies on here," you say to yourself, choosing the next best option.

YouTube.

Typing it in the search bar, it loads and you go browse the recommended page.

'PRANKING ANGRY ROOMMATE GONE WRONG (!!!NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) IT BACKFIRED ON US?!?! COLLAB W/ ROCKSOLID' by LightningMcKami

Ehhhh...seems like it would be too loud.

'my everyday makeup routineeeee :) *!!!GIVEAWAY!!!*' by VivaLaMina

A possible maybe.

'How a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven changed my life: STORYTIME' by bvrnt.eros

"...Huh...wrong crossover. Next."

'InsomniacGamer calmly talking about his cat in the middle of absolute CHAOS: A 10 min compilation' by fantasydaydreamers

A familiar purple-haired boy in the thumbnail caught your attention. You've heard of him before, but never got the chance to watch him. A clip from his stream went viral on social media a while ago, gaining traction because of his unique hypnotizing voice and famous high-tech face mask.

The only visible feature on his face was his eyes, which sparked interest in his full appearance. He's mostly known for his late-night streams which rings true with his username and-

2:49 a.m.

Might as well.

You click on the video and it jumps right in, showing InsomniacGamer playing Northbury Grove, the villain chasing after him with the intense background noises blaring. His eyes were calm but confused as he expertly navigated his way around the map.

"Well," a dramatic pause as the protruding speakers on his mask lit up neon purple with his words. His character gets caught and he looks to the side at what you assume was the chat, "Silas acts the same way towards me when his ears engage in airplane mode so, of course, I wasn't scared." A long pause as the video zooms into his narrowing eyes giving you the impression he was smirking. "I'm used to dealing with feisty kitties, isn't that right chat?" He finally says in a mock-condescending tone, his smooth deep voice vibrating your speakers.

Your mouth parts slightly at his comment while still trying to process the voice you just heard. It wasn't like anything you've heard before and it sounded a lot different from what you remembered in the viral clip. Though it had been a while, you don't recall it sounding so smooth and deep.

The video cuts to a black screen and you read the white text that pops up. 'This is just a 10-minute compilation of InsomniacGamer talking about his cat, Silas! All clips are taken from his stream which I have linked in the description! Sub to him! Enjoyyyy~!'

It cuts to the next clip which shows him playing The Walking Dead as he watches a zombie tear into a corpse with an eyebrow raised. "God...this is Silas every day when I feed him. Kittens, why does he act like he doesn't eat? Ever?" Glancing at the facecam, you see him look genuinely concerned.

Kittens?

The next clip shows him playing Minecraft, the only sound being the nostalgic background music. You watch the pixelated cat with a "Silas" nametag scare away a creeper. He watches silently before giving the camera a deadpan look.

"IRL Silas would never. He would've watched me explode and come up to my dead remains, meowing, demanding dinner."

It cuts once more to him silently building a TNT wall around himself, before using a flint and steel to light it. You glance at the facecam seeing him hold a gray cat up to the screen. "See? I did what you wanted." 

'You Died' came up on the screen and the person who made the video purposely zoomed in on the cat's face, so you could watch Silas blink lazily in response before it cut to the next clip.

You found yourself smiling, feeling more at ease than you were 3 minutes ago. Humming, you check the description of the video and click the link to his stream. It pauses the video and opens a new tab on the laptop and you see that he's live now. However, he wasn't playing a game, but his facecam filled the screen and the category was 'Chit-Chat.'

Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance.

The small facecam of him in the video was nothing compared to seeing how he really looked taking up the whole screen. His wild and messy purple hair barely revealed the matching purple headphones with neon cat ears you didn't notice before. His eyes were lidded and droopy; the dark circles underneath making them stand out more and the back of his head is illuminated by the soft purple hue of LED lights along his wall in the background.

From what you can see, the addition of the face mask enhanced the mystery and only made you intrigued like everyone else.

He was scanning through the chat, eyes crinkled in the corners.

For a late-night stream, there were a lot of viewers which was surprising, but also comforting that you weren't the only one struggling to fall asleep at this hour. You go to type something in chat only to realize you need to have an account on the website. Sighing, you look for the login at the top of the page which refreshes the website again, prompting you to make an account.

A static background loads, leaving you to stare at the blanks you need to fill out.

*~Create a username~*

After all the stressing your brain did earlier, now it couldn't think of anything. That was almost enough to make you stressed again, but you just type in your name, hoping something comes to mind.

*~This username is already taken~*

It was to be expected. Backspacing, you try a few other half-assed ideas before a pop-up appears.

*~View suggested usernames~*

You click on view, expecting to see options, but only a singular username appears in the previous blank space.

err0r_404

You try clicking on it again to see if there were other options, but it was locked.

^*encryption failure

^*signal lost

Seeing the notifications start to pop up again made you nervous. You try to go back but the only thing you were allowed to do was finish typing in a password. Hurrying to put something in, you click to complete your account. The screen freezes for a second, flashing white, before logging in as the page refreshes once more, making another pop-up appear.

'Welcome to Glitch'

Before you could exit out of the pop-up, it blinks away, leaving you to stare at the home screen. A smaller pop-up comes down from the top under your blank profile picture.

'Since this is your first time here, we're giving you 1,000 pixels for free so you can show support to your favorite streamer!'

This pop-up allows you to click it away and you smile slightly in awe watching it fizzle out, fitting the website's theme, as another one pops up.

'Don't know what pixels are? Not to worry! Pixels are a way to show support to your favorite streamers. It's Glitch's form of currency that is given to the streamer as a donation! If you need help converting how many you want to purchase, check the help page! Some streamers have other payment methods set up, so be sure to check out what they take and show your support!'

You click that one away when you finish reading.

'If you have any more questions, contact our support team! Once again, welcome to Glitch!'

The last message turns static-y before fizzling out. "Huh...this high-tech stuff is pretty cool. Tamaki might be onto something," you purse your lips in acceptance. Humming, you click around the website for a while, seeing what other streamers are live and the most popular categories. You had almost forgotten about Insomniac, so you type in his username in Glitch's search bar and click on his livestream again.

His facecam loads back onto your screen as he finishes what he is saying.

"-should go to sleep."

Damn, even he's going to bed now. Feeling somewhat disappointed, your eyes trail over the chat and down to the follow button to click on it, hoping to catch another one of his streams soon since you just made this account.

The sound of a cat meowing came through your speakers as soon as you did.

err0r_404 just became a kitten!

Your eyes widen slightly seeing your username appear under a cute little pixel animation of a cat sleeping on a crescent moon in the upper left corner of the screen.

Hearing the cat, Insomniac glances over, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he shifts in his chair. Focusing back on the chat, you notice a lot of other people welcoming you. Smiling softly, you look back at Insomniac as the only sound that can be heard is the fast-paced typing on his end which was something you were starting to hear often.

^*bypass overruled

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" You throw your hands up, exasperated as you start to become concerned with whatever the fuck Tamaki seems to have going on. Trying to click away the notification, you realize your screen, even your cursor, was locked.

✨Vast: InsomniacGamer your coffee is probably cold by now...

A user with a sparkling emote suddenly mentions Insomniac in the chat which triggered a soft strumming noise. Their presence notified everyone else in the stream which initiated a flurry of excited messages. However, the user doesn't acknowledge anyone or say anything else, so your eyes flick back to Insomniac, watching him look away from whatever he was doing to read the comment.

"No..." He responds absently, focusing back off to the side of his screen in what you could describe as bewilderment. As if you imagined it, he snaps out of his weird reaction and clears his throat, glancing into his own camera.

"Sorry about that, kittens. Thank you for the follow, Error," he says, making you jolt in bed, not expecting him to voice it. His voice curls around your username almost deliberately which leaves you aching to hear it again. Heat rises to your cheeks and you see his gaze flicker off-screen again before returning once more, eyes crinkling.

1,000 free pixels, huh? 

You look for the donation button, noticing you could move the cursor again, and click on it. A small separate static pop-up appears, asking you how much you would like to donate and which method you want to use. Looking for Glitch's option, you select it and how much you want to donate. Thinking half would be good, you start to type out your message hearing him hum.

"As I was saying chat, I'm not sure when I'll be streaming again, but hopefully soon. I know it was a short stream tonight, but it was....eventful. Besides, I know you kittens love it when I go live unannounced and I love making my kittens wait with anticipation." He coos out, and your hands stay frozen over your keyboard, mouth parted in shock

You rush to finish your donation and send it, hearing a soothing robotic voice read it out.

err0r_404 just donated 500 pixels: sad to see I joined the stream too late, but know I just made this account for you.

Insomniac listens attentively, his eyes lowering as he rests his chin in his hands, thinking. "You just made this account?" A look you couldn't decipher flickers in his eyes, but he recovers quickly. "Hm...and you gave me half of the free pixels, huh?"

Your cheeks flame again in embarrassment, his teasing voice not helping.

"What do I have to do to get the other half?" His voice lowered even more if that was possible, his eyes once again flickering to the side and back. Risking a glance at the chat, you see everyone fangirling for hearing him say such things, but it seemed like this was a common occurrence.

This time you type in chat.

err0r_404: stream again soon and maybe I'll give you the other half.

A few others back up your comment and Insomniac lets out a low chuckle and you watch, mesmerized, by the purple lights flickering around his mask speakers with every rumbling vibration. "Interesting...well, that's all from me tonight kittens. Until next time..." With that, Insomniac ends the stream suddenly with a wink to the camera and it cuts off leaving you to stare at a screen that says 'Stream Ended.'

The giddiness you felt ended just as fast, hoping you didn't somehow fuck up Tamaki's laptop. Maybe, just maybe, you overstepped!

^*battery power low

Now, that was a notification you did understand.

Once again, you get up from your bed and walk over to where you placed your coat earlier to grab the charger Neito gave you, promising yourself to plug the laptop in, let it charge overnight and never touch it again.

Finding an empty outlet next to your bed, you plug it in and trail the cord back over to the laptop, noticing the screen is static-y now.

"Oh, I'm so dead," You hurry and plug it in, watching as the static freezes, the screen flashing white once more, before loading back to Insomniac's ended stream. It wouldn't let you exit out of the browser and in your midst of panicking about how you're going to explain this to Tamaki, the screen goes black, and you watch in horror as purple text starts to be typed out on its own.

Cryptic: who are you and how did you find this account?

"So. Dead."

~*~*~*~*

Insominac's kittens taglist:

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#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #mha shinsou #bnha shinsou #tamaki amajiki #neito monoma

[circledotdestroy]

Imagine Dating Monoma and Shinso when you are part of Class A’s Core Four. (With the power dynamics between you, Bakugo, and Todoroki changing so much, having a “Big Three” was too hard to keep up with.)

Before you three got close, they were originally envious because you were powerful, a “main character”.

When they started liking you, they were afraid one day you were going to run so far that they wouldn’t be able to follow you.

Now they just pray that you don’t die while getting into stupid situations with the other 3.

#take this as fluff crack or angst #either way you give them heart attacks #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha x female reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #neito monoma x reader #monoma x reader #shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #mha imagines #monoshin x reader #thought dump

[tired-teacher-blog]

Bonjour 💫, I hope this is not adding to a moutain of stuff you have to do but I do remember something that I thought was fun 🌺 And for once it's fluff lmao unless you wanna spice it lol which is fine 😂

Basically Y/n coming to her ( / their ) boyfriend and give them flowers. My favorite characters are too much lol and I don't want to overwhelm putting them all but just to show them ( Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto, Denki, Kirishima, Tamaki, Itoshi, Neito, Dabi, Tomura ) but let's just go for the colorful ones because it's a LOT 😂 ( Our boys are the same age as in the season 6 but now I'm thinking that people are not monir anymore and I too 😂 canon personnality because it's cool 💎 )

As awlays no pressure and take your time ( only if you want to write )

Bonsoir ma belle 😘 how about all of them? It was a challenge I'm not gonna lie 😂 I was mainly afraid of repeating myself so I kept going back to reread what I've written so something like that wouldn't happen. I kept their personalities as canon as possible (like I usually do) but I changed a tiny something here, which is their age. I know you requested their canon age but tbh I'm more comfortable making them older (with the exception of Dabi and Shiggy who are already 20+ years old) but you won't really notice the difference so I hope this is fine.

For you

Characters : Bakugo/ Shouto/ Izuku/ Shinsou/ Amajiki/ kaminari/ Kirishima/ Monoma/ Dabi/ Shigaraki/ Fem reader

Genre : Fluff/ Suggestive in a few parts/ imagines

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Bakugo :

_ "What's this?" he sounded a bit confused while eying the bouquet you held in your arms.

_ "This is for you, here." you pushed the beautifully selected blooms against his chest and offered him an equally beautiful smile.

_ "Yeah but, what's the occasion?" you were practically able to see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to remember what he could have missed.

Was it his birthday? Valentine's day? Your anniversary? No, it was none of them.

_ "There is this cute little flower shop on my way home, and it sells the most beautiful roses so I wanted to surprise you with this." you seemed incredibly bashful as your head hung low, wondering if he actually hated them, or if he would give you one of his usual snarky remarks.

Your self confidence dropped to the ground in an instant, and you seriously considered playing it off as a joke, however..

_ "You're really cute you know that?" did he really mean those words?

He held the bouquet in one hand and used the other to gently lift your chin up and place a soft peck on your flushed cheek, "I love them, thank you so much beautiful," he murmured faintly, lips gliding along your skin until they reached your smiling ones, "kiss," was his sole warning to you, before stealing your breath away with a deep passionate liplock.

Shouto :

_ "For me?" he blinked innocently, tilting his head to the side.

_ "Yeah! Do you like it?" you were practically jumping in excitement as you watched him hugging the bouquet to his chest.

_ "I do, of course I do, it's from you after all." he replied with a smile as he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him.

He did not demand further explanation, didn't need to, he was just happy to receive something as beautiful from you.

His mismatched irises gazed into yours for a moment, a gaze full of love and appreciation, one that you returned with the same sentiments they reflected.

All he wanted at that moment was to kiss you, to feel your warmth against himself, -and so he did- leaning in slowly to capture your anticipating lips.

It was soft, almost as soft as the delicate petals of those beautiful roses you brought for him, and you got lost in it at once.. lost in him.

_ "I'm so happy you liked them Shouto," you breathed out shakily before kissing him again, a gentle peck on the tip of his nose, bringing out that adorable chuckle you loved so much.

_ "I would love anything from you sweetheart."

Kirishima :

"Hi babe, how was your day tell me! I'll be home a bit later than expected today as well and I'll bring food with me so just relax until I'm there. I love you."

You reread his text and sighed in despair as you gazed at the beautiful roses you picked out for him. He's been working long hours lately and it's been affecting him greatly, but even in the midst of it all, he still made sure to call and text you throughout the day to make sure you're doing well.

You wanted to do something nice for him, to try and alleviate the stress he must be feeling lately which is why you purchased that beautiful bouquet as you wished to see that bright smile on his face while presenting it to him, "I have to see him now." you were determined, and couldn't possibly wait until he comes home, so you decided to surprise him instead.

You drove back to his agency, accompanied by a warm meal that you made in a jiffy, in addition to your special little gift..

You knocked on his door after asking his assistant not to notify him of your presence since you wanted to surprise him.

_ "Yeah come in." your heart dropped hearing how tired he sounded, but you kept your smile for him nonetheless.

_ "Is this a bad time Mr Kirishima?" your cheerful voice came as soon as you opened the door, and those were the only words you could utter before being engulfed in his arms.

It happened in a flash that all you could do was allow him to hold and kiss you all over your face.

_ "Alright alright let me breathe Eijiro!" you couldn't control your giggles as you pretended to suffocate in his strong hold.

_ "I'm sorry gorgeous, I'm just so happy to see you." and it wasn't until then that he took notice of what you were carrying.

_ "Oh yeah, I brought dinner and.. something else." you couldn't control your nerves as you handed him the bouquet, taking advantage of the food packs in your hand to change the subject, "oh, so guess what's for dinner!"

_ "This is for me? You brought this for me?" he was clearly not talking about food as his bright eyes admired the bouquet.

_ "Do you like them? You deserve so much more Eijiro." you kissed his cheek and watched as his smile grew wider.

_ "I'm the happiest man alive because you're mine."

Izuku :

You were excited the whole way home as you kept imagining his reaction to your little gift. He would be a blushing mess, -that part was already guaranteed- but what would he say?

_ Y/n.. you brought those, for.. for me?" you guessed right, he was in fact timid as he nervously held the bouquet in his arms.

_ "What do you think of it Izuku? Do you like it? I just wanted to do something nice for you." and at that moment, he wasn't the only one blushing, since the same soft pink shade that was dusting his cheeks duplicated itself onto your own as you spoke.

_ "What.. of course I love them! They're beautiful! I just can't believe you thought of me that much.." he looked adorable as he attempted to hide his face behind the bouquet.

You took a step closer and tried to move the roses -separating you from each other- away, so you could look at him clearly.

You were tempted to fluster him a bit more, as you placed a small peck on his quivering jaw, and another on his heated cheek, "I just wanted to see this cute look on your face Izuku." you murmured faintly, lips caressing his skin and ghosting over his own.

_ "That's mean. Still, I love your gift and I'm about to show you just how grateful I am." and with that, his cute bashful demeanor was instantly replaced with a primal desire that sent blissful goosebumps all over your body.

Hitoshi :

_ "Hitoshi! Are you home?" you called out for your boyfriend as soon as you stepped into your apartment, hoping he would show up and tell you that he's been waiting for you.

And he did, emerging from the bathroom all wet and steamy, wearing nothing but a towel that hung low around his waist. And for a moment you forgot how to speak as your eyes studied his flexing muscles.

_ "Welcome home babe! Oh, what's that you're holding?" he approached you casually, unaware of the indecent thoughts dancing in your head, but you somehow snapped back to your senses and replied quickly.

_ "These are for you, no particular reason I just wanted to get you something pretty." your eyes were locked on the delicate roses as you did not trust the blush threatening to creep up your face.

_ "Something pretty huh? Well I already have you," he spoke suggestively, placing an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him, forcing the bouquet to squish between your bodies.

_ "Hitoshi, stop it." you meant to scold him for paying little attention to the roses you picked so carefully for him, but your words came out in a little whine that amused the man in front of you.

_ "I'm sorry, but you're so fun to tease," his chuckles were muffled against your forehead as he kissed you gently before moving back to gaze into your eyes, "I really love them sweetheart, you never cease to surprise me."

Shigaraki :

You tiptoed your way out of his room after leaving something unexpected on his bed, you didn't know how he would react to your gift, and didn't dare hand it to him personally so you left it in his room secretly when he wasn't looking.

_ "Y/n, what are you doing here? Were you looking for me?" his voice startled you but you faked nonchalance as you giggled nervously.

_ "Yeah I was.. but it's nothing! I'll see you later." you tried to flee the scene but he was a lot faster than you were, grasping your arm and pinning you in place.

_ "What's the matter y/n? Is everything okay?" he studied your face and awaited a response that never came, "alright come with me."

He dragged you along into his room and closed the door behind you two, and before he could turn around to face you, something strange caught his attention.

_ "Are those.. roses?" he was confused for a moment, brows knitted as he tried to comprehend, until finally everything started making sense in his head, "oh, so that's why you were acting weird huh?"

You gritted your teeth and braced yourself for a scolding or a mockery, but what came instead left you wide eyed and speechless.

_ "They smell really good, I like them." he declared with a smile, holding the colorful blooms in his arms.

You were still quiet, wondering if that wasn't just a figment of your imagination, until you felt his rough palm caressing your cheek, "thank you darling, they're beautiful."

Amajiki :

You giggled softly, leaning against the doorframe and watching him sleep peacefully.

It has been hectic for him lately, with more night shifts added to his already cramped schedule, leaving him with minimal time to relax and even lesser to be with you.

You missed each other too much that even the regular phone calls were no longer enough for either of you, but today was a rare day off for him, one that you decided to take full advantage of.

_ "Tamaki, can you hear me sweetheart?" you felt a little bad for interrupting his well needed shut eye, but you honestly wanted to see and talk to him.

He groaned against his pillow, still unaware of your presence, until you sat down by his side and caressed his bare shoulder.

_ "Tamaki, can you open your eyes for a moment baby?" you whispered your plea and leaned in to kiss his warm skin.

_ "Y/n, hi sweetie.." he slurred a reply while rubbing the sleep from his eyes and blinking repeatedly until you came into focus.

He looked so cute that you couldn't help kissing his pouty lips, "I'm sorry for waking you Tamaki but I promise this won't take long, I just want to give you something and I couldn't wait until later."

_ "What.. yes of course, what is it?" he sat up -still a bit confused- but something in your lap caught his attention, it was a gorgeous bouquet you specifically went out earlier to buy.

_ "This is for you, I hope you like it," you averted your gaze and bit down on your lip nervously, "you have been down lately because of work so I wanted to make you.. smile."

You felt his hand on yours, squeezing lightly, "you did this for me?" and it was barely above a whisper.

You nodded slowly, finally turning around to face him, and placed the beautiful blossoms on the nightstand next to him before standing back up and preparing to leave, "that was all, you can go back to sleep now and I'll wake you up when dinner is ready."

_ "Don't go!" he grabbed your arm and pulled you down again, "stay with me, and don't worry about food, we'll order something later."

You couldn't say 'no' to him, not when he was looking at you with those big hopeful eyes.

You slipped underneath the covers with him, burying your face in the crook of his neck and relaxing in his hold.

_ "Thank you they're beautiful, just like you."

Dabi :

_ "What part of me makes you think that I'm a flower boy?" he looked unimpressed, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke.

You knew he would react in that exact same way when you decided to buy him roses on your way to see him, so why were you hurt by his words then?

_ "Yeah I know, sorry.. you can throw them away or burn them or whatever." you placed the bouquet on his couch and took a deep breath as you tried to ignore the sharp sting in your heart.

He was right though, roses? For him? The more you thought about it the dumber you felt, so honestly, you were the one to blame..

_ "I'm sorry Touya, let's forget about this," you feigned a smile as you approached him again, "so how was your day? Anything interesting?" you were on the verge of tears as you desperately tried to change the subject, but he saw right through you.

His eyes moved between your pained expression and the forgotten roses that he finally decided to pick up, "these aren't that bad I guess." in reality, he hated them, he hated how disgustingly bright and delicate they were, but what he hated the most was being the reason of your dejection, so if accepting them would bring back your smile, then so be it.

You were so easy to read, so simple to fool and for some reason, the twinkle illuminating your eyes, and the smile reappearing on your face after hearing his words, warmed his heart and relieved him.

So maybe you weren't the only fool there, maybe he was one too, a fool for you.

Monoma :

_ "Oh, these are for me?" he expressed smugly while that usual annoying smirk -that you loved so much- was plastered across his face, "well I guess I deserve them right?" and there it was, that obnoxious laugh again.

_ "Come on don't be a jerk, I knew this was a bad idea," you shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest as you started regretting what you've done, "everyone said I could do better, but I picked you instead." you tried as much as you could to keep a straight face and stifle your laughter.

_ "Of course you did gorgeous, I'm the best of them."

He's a conceited self-centered asshole, so bringing him a gift with no particular occasion would only boost his arrogance. You knew that, but you still wanted to do something nice for him because even a jerk like him still made you happy, he's the love of your life after all.

_ "Yeah yeah I get it." you still feigned annoyance, but deep down you were actually amused.

_ "I'm sorry sweetheart, come here," his chuckles resumed as he dragged you close, nuzzling your neck and breathing in your scent, "hmm.. sweet," his lips lingered there, right above your pulse, and his free arm pulled you even closer to his chest while the other one held the bouquet, "they're beautiful and I love them, thank you love." and that was a rare moment of humbleness that he only dares to show you because you're the one who owns his heart.

Denki :

_ "Yes! Die you bastard! If you think you've got a chance against Chargebolt then you're clearly dreaming!" his loud shouts reached the outside of your shared apartment where you stood, and you let out a knowing chuckle before opening the front door and walking in.

Your days off are usually lazy, warm and cozy, and it's a nice change of pace from your usual stressful lives as pro heroes, which is why you two prefer to spend that precious free time doing typical ordinary things.

_ "I'm back honey!" you called out for him as you placed your shopping bags at the entrance, except for one thing that you kept holding in your arms.

He clearly couldn't hear you due to all of the infernal shooting and explosions coming from the game he was focused on, so you called again and this time it worked.

_ "Oh! Y/n you're back sweetheart!" he seemed like a little puppy who's excited for his owner's return, throwing his game console away and running up to you, "did you have a good time with the girls? I missed you so much! You were gone for so long!" yes, a little puppy.

He was so happy to see you that he failed to notice the colourful roses you held in your arms, until you pushed the fragrant blooms to his chest with a smile, "I'm sorry for being late, here is an apology gift." it was merely an excuse so you would see that sparkle in his eyes.

_ "These are amazing!" he took them off your hands, peppering your cheeks, nose and forehead with sweet little kisses, "you're the best y/n," was what he whispered to you before finally connecting your lips.

@moumouton4

#bakugo katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku imagine #kirishima eijiro fluff #kirishima eijiro x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shoto fluff #hitoshi shinso fluff #hitoshi shinso x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari denki fluff #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #tamaki amajiki fluff #amajiki tamaki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura fluff #monoma fluff #monoma x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero headcanons #my hero academia imagines #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia fanfic #my hero academia fluff #boku no hero fic

[lucstarz]

— ☆ ̇ ̟ 𝕵𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝕭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 : 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚

𝓢𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛..

June is the month of wedding season and you are about to get married to your one true love.

᭥ ★ Never once had marriage crossed your mind. You were simply always too busy that you never saw yourself settling down. But when he came into your life you knew you could see yourself with him until your very last breath.

“How do you feel right now? Happy? Excited? Scared?” Your mother questioned as you admired your wedding gown. The gorgeous fabric hugged your body in all the right places and the veil that laid prettily on top of your head brought the entire look together.

“I’m not sure what I feel mother, but I know I’m ready. I want to be with him for the rest of my life.”

Your mother could only smile at your response as tears pricked her eyes. Her feelings were understandable to you. You were her only child. As her only child, you were her first and last to get married and she was not ready to let you go. Not just yet.

“Mama..” You cooed at your weeping mother, embracing her into a small hug. “Don’t cry mama.” You giggled slightly as your mother sobbed into your arms. She just wasn’t ready for this day to come.

“When i first held you in my arms, I knew i’d give you the world. Just this once this mama of yours wants to be selfish.”

You could only laugh at your mothers words. She raised you well and overtime you grew to understand her feelings, but this is what you truly wanted. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with your lover.

“I love you so much Mama..”

Your mother gave you another squeeze before backing away from you, admiring her child that was now all grown up and in all white. “I know. And I love you too.”

Quick knocking brought both of your attention towards the door. Giving your mother a quick glance you both nodded before the door opened revealing your father who held his arm out.

“Are you ready my child?” Your father questioned.

With one more quick glance back at your mother you reached out towards your father before linking your arms with him, a determination displayed across your features.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

━ © LUCSTARZ ,, 2023

#!aster.drabbles #itsjunebrideseason #drabbles #x reader #mitsuya reader #ranxreader #monoma reader #gojo x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #shu yamino x reader #mysta rias x reader #ike eveland x reader #nijisanji en #ver vermillion x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #imagine #xreader imagine #reoxreader #isagi x reader #saeitoshi x reader #rinitoshi x reader #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x reader #blue lock x reader #lucstarz 𖤐 #!aster.works! #𖤐

[s0ftlybratz]

mha characters x s/o with big lips

includes; mirio, shigaraki, monoma, tamaki

warnings; mentions of pda, suggestive themes??

a/n; can you tell i have no romantic life. lowkey corny

mirio

king of worship.

would stare and when you catch him he’d be honest about it.

would always want a kiss.

due to his quirk he doesn’t get embarrassed too easily and would enjoy pda.

he wouldn’t be too over the top but it’s mirio so expect a kiss.

in private he’s the complete same person.

would get all giddy if you gave him an unexpected kiss.

gets super pouty if you deny him a kiss.

a little shyer in private because he doesn't have to put on a show of some sort around you.

would do lipscrubs with a super wide grin on his face.

would do the whole 360 to feel ur soft lips on his.

any reward you let him receive its a kiss.

watches like a puppy whenever you put on lip gloss.

you felt nervous during the first kiss since it would feel awkward because of how big your lips were.

mf enjoyed it😏

even went back for seconds

couldn’t get enough

he was addicted.

shigaraki

first kiss had him drooling

didn’t know he could get addicted to something

also didn’t know something could get him that har-

always asks you to “kiss his boo-boo” better.

gets extremely flustered whenever you give him a suprise kiss

before you he wasn’t really interested in self care let alone chapstick

bro has a whole lip scrub stash and chapstick to last a zombie apocalypse.

watches you like a hawk when you put on lipgloss

always begs for a kiss after you put some on

always lead to some spicy time after😏

his favorite kiss are cheek kisses

it’s so wholesome considering how things always go south whenever you give him a kiss

monoma

prideful mf didn’t want you to realize how much he liked the kiss

sneakily watches you put on lip gloss

and subconsciously licks his lips every single time

would do lipscrubs in secret

loves when you praise him on how soft his lips are

is on cloud nine fr

no matter how much he denies it

he loves neck kisses

easiest way to get him to listen to you

like a puppy following you everywhere hoping for more.

Tamaki

shyly watched you at first

then as you guys got more comfortable he would just watch your lips as you applied lip gloss

was at first confused when doing lip scrubs

would always lick his lips forgetting not all of them are edible

would use shea butter before going on hero missions

and after so he could give you a kiss without a complaint

you asked him what to get him off a birthday present and he fr asked for a kiss😭

favorite thing about the day starting

finds it fascinating how ur lips get bigger overnight

a little confused as to the science behind it but think it adds to your beauty

a little shyer to pda

tried to get comfortable with it

doesn’t want other to know how well he gets it behinf closed doors

sticks to small pecks and handholding

always knocks the wind outta him if you give him a suprise kiss

bunnivivi © 2023 all rights reserved.

#anime #bnha x fem!reader #black writers #mha tamaki #tamaki fluff #tamaki amajiki #mirio fluff #mirio x you #mirio imagine #mirio togata #mirio headcanons #my hero academia mirio #tamaki headcanons #tamaki x you #bnha monoma #monoma headcanons #monoma x black fem reader #mha monoma #monoma neito #mha shigaraki #tomura shigiraki x reader

[wttcsms]

there’s a sort of intimacy in hating someone.

you’re certain that you know more about neito monoma (the blond haired, devil’s advocate, perpetual smirk on an otherwise angelic face, overly pompous bastard) than you do any of your exes. but the worst part of this, though, is that you know that neito monoma (sweet, surprisingly a good friend, and devastatingly pretty — when he’s actually being himself) knows you just as well as you know him.

to be seen underneath the surface is heartwarming when you want it and feels like you’re being flayed alive when you’re least expecting it. 

you know him; he knows this. and yet, you don’t expect him (the genuine monoma) to make an appearance right now. 

“his loss, anyway.” monoma’s got his hands in his pockets, with his just-the-right-amount-of-blue-to-be-pretty eyes focused on the wall behind you. 

your boyfriend — ex, actually — cheated on you. and monoma is just one of many of the partygoers who just so happened to witness this whole messy ordeal. because of course he’s here. he’s entirely unavoidable. he’s been a constant in your life ever since you punched him in the nose on the playground back in elementary school, and he’s been unavoidable ever since.

“i don’t really think he feels that way, but—” you swallow. shrug. “it’s whatever.” it is in fact, not ‘whatever’.

“y’know, i didn’t even like him.” 

monoma never likes your boyfriends. every single boy you’ve ever dated, monoma’s had some snide comment to make about them. sometimes, it feels like he isn’t even capable of liking anyone, but you know him well enough to know it’s just a front he puts on. he likes to push people as far as possible, just to see if they’ll stay. 

you want to tell him that it doesn’t really matter whether he liked him or not because it’s not like the two of you are friends, but it feels like too much of a lie.

“you never like any of my boyfriends.” you point out, instead. 

“yeah. you should consider adjusting your standards. it’s getting kind of sad.” 

what monoma fails to mention is that what’s really sad is him. what’s sad is that he tries (to no avail) to convince himself that he doesn’t like you. he pretends that you’re not the first person he wants to call when something happens (he claims it’s because he wants to boast asap) or that he can spot you in a crowd no matter what (he swears it’s because he wants a front row seat to see how you’ll embarrass yourself in public). he acts like he can’t recognize you by laugh alone (he’ll claim he’s never heard a sound so ugly). what’s sad is monoma’s been waiting for you even before you punched him in the nose.

you know he’s not being serious, and you roll your eyes before making the mistake of looking at him.

you already know how heartbreakingly handsome he is, but there’s something about how he looks with flushed cheeks and bright eyes, probably due to the drinks he had tonight, that brings out a sort of endearing, boyish charm. it’s annoying, just like every other aspect of him.

“well, i’ve decided i’m swearing off boys from now on.” if you know what’s good for you (which you really don’t, considering your string of toxic exes), you’ll swear off blond boys with false bravado. 

“me included?” he’s not sure what answer he’s looking for.

“i don’t consider you a human, so no. you don’t count.” you don’t mention that you’re sure you could never fully be rid of him; he’s a part of you for good now, which could sound romantic. you’ll liken him to a terminal disease, though. makes it easier to keep up the facade that you dislike him. 

“consider me to be your god then? that’s a bit sacrilegious.” you hate how he makes you laugh, and you mistakenly think his smug, self-satisfied grin is because of the remark he made. 

when your laughter subsides, he’s serious again when as tells you, “let me walk you back to your dorm.” 

and he’s looking at you. you hate when he looks at you like that — like he knows that the two of you are just playing pretend, merely acting out the roles of rivals. he looks at you like how all boyfriends are supposed to look at their girlfriends. he’s the only boy who’s ever stared at you like that. 

(you think he’s the only boy you want staring at you like that.)

you know it’s unlikely monoma will ever make a move. you’re too nervous and maybe a touch too prideful to fully put yourself out there, and monoma only acts like he thinks the world revolves around him. 

but this offer... it’s the closest thing to vulnerability monoma will extend. he doesn’t tell you this — he thinks you’re starting to figure him out anyway — but he only acts like an asshole because it’s easier to deal with people hating a caricature of his worst personality traits than to be rejected for who he actually is. 

you know (and you hope he does, too) that you’re putting yourself out there when you tell him “i'd really like that.”

#neito monoma x reader #monoma x reader #imagine #bnha x reader #mha x reader #fluff #one shot #drabble #scenario

[mha-haikyuu]

Monoma dating Vlad King's daughter? Headcanons! - btw, could she be in 1-A...? I would love to see Monoma's reaction finding out that his Sensei's daughter - and his s/o - is from the rival class. Kisses!~

OMG!! THIS WAS JUST SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR A YEAR AND I HAD NEVER NOTICE ok so to make it up to you I am go it do headcanons and do another little fic as well. ONCE AGAIN I AM SO SORRY, I DON'T DESERVE THE KISS 😭

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~ Ok first once again I am sorry!

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~If I am being honest your dad didn't want you to date anyone that was in his class nor Aizawa's class.

~He didn't think that any of them were good enough for you, but here you were! Dating one of his STUDENTS!!

~"Y/n please no not him, he is a problem child" Your dad says

~"But dad he is so nice! and I love him!!!" You say giving your best puppy dog eyes.

~Him allowing it because you are his little girl and he would do anything for you! But only because he loves his little girl so so much!!

~You were in the hero class which was 1-A and your Boyfriend was in 1-B.

~Him not even seeing the family resemblance when you would come into Vlad's class room.

~You are such a daddies girl so you would come and just sit in your dads office when ever you could.

~Lunch time, early in the morning, after school. Well you get it!

~Monoma would miss every clue you gave him, like 'Oh I am going to sit with my dad for lunch' and 'I have to give my dad some papers but I will meet you later' *Kiss on the cheek*

~He would let this go on for a while before finally asking you.

~ "Y/n what are you talking about? Does your dad work here?"

~ You getting upset and hitting him on the back of his head.

~"BAKA! HAVE YOU NOT BEEN LISTENING" *Sighs and walks off*

~Him looking at you shocked. Before rubbing his head. 'His cockiness must be getting to his head.

~ I think he was the only one who didn't know about Vlad being your dad.

~The next day Aizawa tells you to let your dad know that both classes would be trainings together that day, so your class could learn how to deal with other quirks that people may have.

~You walk into class 1-B and walk straight up to your dad.

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"What is it y/n" Vlad says with his usual annoyed face, He hated when you interrupted his class.

"Mr. Aizawa said that our classes need to train together today and he wants you to be outside in 10 minutes." You say looking for your boyfriend before spotting him at his desk and waving while jumping up and down like a crazy person.

"HEY BABE!!"

"HEY!"

You yell throughout the class causing Monoma to look away from you.

'She is such an embarrassing idiot but I love her' He thought

"Y/n go back to class, we will be out soon, you are causing a disruption" Your dad says

"But dadddd I was hoping to stay till you leave for outsideee" you say bringing out the puppy eyes again.

"No y/n good bye I will see you later, and by later I mean in 5 minutes" He says back not giving in to you pushing you out of the door.

Monoma's jaw dropped. 'His sensei was your-'

'DAD' He thought.

No wonder you always had to leave to go see your dad, he was right there the whole time.

"Sensei? Y/n is your daughter!!" He blurts out causing everyone to look at him with a

'How did you not know, you were dating her!!' face.

"Yes unfortunately" He replies back.

The whole time he kept thinking on how you didn't tell him.

Outside you both got paired up together.

"Why didn't you tell me, he was your dad!!" He immediately asks

"Well I gave you hints and do you not see the resemblance Baka, I look just like him" You say

Only now did he realize the silver hair and red eyes.

"Oh, well you could have said 'Oh and your teacher is my dad! That would have been way easier to understand!" He says back dogging your punch.

"Neito I thought you were better than that! Well I guess you are not that smart though!"

"HEY!"

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Once again I am really sorry I promise I was not ignoring your request!😭

@midnightymel I am so sorry!!

#bnha #bnha imagines #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha fluff #mha x y/n #mha monoma #monoma neito

[tabbyrocks]

@ghostdoctor Ive always thought that Monoma and Aoyama have the MADDEST beef with each other bc of their shared frenchness

or like since Aoyama isnt canonly French (said by his classmates ie "dude ur not even french") monoma just gives him shit for it all the time.

#monodeku #monoma #aoyama #“atleast IM actually french” #“ATLEAST IM NOT GAY FOR IZU-” #aoyama can speak french tho #so he has overheard alot of what monoma says #he knows what you are #also izuku taking french bc hes friends with monoma and aoyama is so real #I can imagine monoma is all anoyyed with izuku #and angrly calls him pretty (in french) #and izuku is just like #“thanks :)” (in french) #and monoma literally turns white as a ghost

[meggiesposts]

Ya’know in the photo app… you can favorite a photo. To find it no matter how old it is as it’s slotted into a small little folder for your pleasurable viewing.

It could be anything you want.

That meme you downloaded last week, or the news article you screenshot. That photo of your family thats somewhat nice from five years ago.

It can all be found in seconds.

So why… when their friends take the rare chance to take a look into their phone… do they go for search for photo favorites.

They could go for search history, or maybe locked notes. They could go for the Snapchat for my eyes only, private mode on whatever web browser they use.

But, no.

They just had to go to photo favorites.

That’s where they saw you.

Pictures the male was clearly in reluctantly. Photos taken of you smiling or laughing, photos you clearly didn’t know were taken. Photos of you blowing a kiss to the camera or photos that were clearly sent to him rather than taken himself. Some were just ss’s of your instagram or other socials.

Why would he have this? Your just friends. They knew he liked you a little more than he liked them but still, this?

There was a new debate between the group.

Was it obsessive or cute?

Their recluse of a friend had a major crush. A major crush on you, their other friend.

Ohhhhhhh this debate stopped pretty quickly.

Because the case of the missing phone was quickly solved by the owner of said phone.

To said he was pissed would be an understatement.

The single look he gave them told them enough to keep their mouths shut. Of course that didn’t stop them completely. Hinting at it in front of you to see the males cheeks flare up.

He got pissed every damn time.

Maybe it was irresponsible, sometimes plain cruel to the poor crushing man. The amount of times he’s almost killed everyone of them where they stood.

He wouldn’t, though. Because at the end of the day, there were suddenly new pictures of you filling his messages. He save them of course, not able to decide which ones he liked the best, he favorites all of them.

God, what power do you have over him?

The boys in question

Bakugou Katsuki, Monoma Neito, Aizawa Shota, Shinsou Hitoshi, Dabi (touya todoroki), Shigaraki Tomura, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Tsukishima Kei, Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintarou, Kenma Kozume

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[bewareblaire]

Green: Yan. Monoma Neito x Reader

a/n: i love my blond bitch /affectionate

cw: toxic behaviours, self harm, jealousy, possessiveness, manipulation.

It infuriated him. Knowing his darling, his possession, was with someone else. It ate him up inside, destroying what little patience he had left. He couldn't stand it. Monoma watched with a clenched fist around his fork. They were with her again- they always were! He couldn't get a single drop of attention these days. Left on read, ignored to hang out with that damned whore.

They were acting as though they were blissfully unaware of his feelings! Were they even thinking of him?? Ignoring him to sit a few tables down with her. They smiled, they laughed- He was the only one who should be able to do that! He missed her so much- it hurt. The sight of them together made his blood boil.

He wanted- no needed, them to come back. Monoma couldn't stand this- it was so wrong, so twistedly disgusting. The blond felt sick, desperate for their attention. He would kill himself if it meant his corpse could spend time with them- like good old times.

Monoma was stuck on the outside, a wedge driven between him and his darling. He had to do something. Anything to get them to choose him over her. His thoughts quickly spiraled out of control, a fleeting thought of killing that whore. That'd solve the problem. Tying them down and dumping bug after bug down their throat- pouring water into their mouth to force them to swallow the live insects. It'd show her how much he was suffering without his love- how angry he was.

Monoma had the urge to wrap his hands around the neck of his beloved and squeeze. He wanted to hold that pressure until they didn't pay attention to anyone anymore. Until they were limp and lifeless. But he quickly shook those thoughts away- no. No, his darling was much too precious. He loved them. He couldn't kill them.

It's too risky to kill anyone. The voice of reason came back. Monoma would get caught. It dwindled down- all rationale leaving. A flare of jealousy and possessiveness spiked upwards. That damned whore placed her filthy hands on his property. She laughed obnoxiously, trying to be cute. He wanted to vomit.

The rest of the day went by too slowly for Monoma. Most of it was spent much too quiet for his classmates' standards, although he couldn't help but be in a horrid mood. He plotted, thinking of ways to lure his darling back to him. And at the end of the day, he finally figured out what he had to do.

The pictures of his once pristine and milky thighs- now lined with superficial cuts- got his darling running back quickly. Monoma almost forgot to put up the distraught act, latching onto them. The crocodile tears were just that- insincere. Although, he could cry from joy. Monoma was finally the center of their attention again!

He had felt so utterly alone, so angry and tortured without their presence. And now they were reunited! The tears in their eyes, the concern and worry- he almost got drunk off of it. Monoma spilled all of his artificial reasons, letting it slip that he had felt so alone and abandoned. 

Monoma didn't have to convince his darling to stay with him that night. He cuddled right up to them with a grin. That whore wasn't a problem anymore.

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[theautisticcentre]

NEITO MONOMA AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

WARNING: SPOILERS

If you're in Class 1-A, you're the only one in the class who's exempt from his regular tormenting. What they see as an insult, you know as playful flirting.

He's absolutely horrible at keeping your relationship a secret from his class.

He loves acting out dramatic scenes with you. Like, Vlad King can walk in on you and him acting out an entire made up action sequence.

Speaking of that last point, one time, during you and Monoma's acting dates, Kendo walked in while you were doing an attack and you accidentally knocked her the f*ck out. You did apologise after.

Your favourite type of movies to watch together are adventure or comedy movies like Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Horton Hears a Who, etc.

You do sometimes have to help Kendo keep Monoma under control, though he usually does calm down whenever he simply sees you.

Everyone in Class 1-B is super jealous at how easily you can keep Monoma under control.

He likes to tease you a lot, but he does seriously love you.

Everyone else had better get ready to get annoyed by you and Monoma referencing pop culture to each other.

You've both definitely had a fake argument over whether Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter is better in front of Classes 1-A and 1-B. You both actually agree that both are classics in their own ways.

You both do things like rig Monopoly games and mix M&Ms with Skittles just to see everyone else suffer.

Hope everyone else can handle your combined dumb*ss energy.

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