#ochako x shinsou

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#mha #bnha #uraraka ochako #hitoshi x ochako #my art #shinsou hitoshi #ochako x shinsou

[vannahfanfics]

Tea for Two

Word Count: 2550

Fluff, Romance, Quirkless AU, Coffee Shop AU, College AU

Summary: College student Ochako is suffering from insomnia. She takes a recommendation to visit a local coffee shop in search of herbal tea, but she ends up with much more...

Here’s my story for the @bnhabigbang2022! Be sure to check out the adorable art done by my partner @ceenimations​! 

Damn whoever invented compact mirrors. They are only a tool for obliterating women’s self-esteem, Ochako grumped as she stared at herself in the tiny circular mirror. More specifically, she was staring at the dark, pudgy bags hanging under her weary eyes like ten-ton weights. She’d tried everything she could think of to hide them, even raiding Mina’s expensive skincare and make-up set in her desperation, but nothing could hide them from the world. They hung like black curtains from the bottom of her eyelids, an unrelenting reminder that Ochako had probably slept a grand total of four hours in the last three days. 

Ochako had been prepared to sacrifice the finer things in life, such as sleep, when she decided that she wanted to go to university. Hell, pulling at least one all-nighter was practically a rite of passage, and Ochako had been eager to cement herself as a bonafide university student. But what they failed to mention was how absolutely grueling it was, and that there was no such thing as one all-nighter. Once you started, you couldn’t stop because things piled up on you like the professors were trying to bury you alive. Ochako had somehow clawed her way out of the mountain of work suffocating her to emerge victorious and at the top of the class for the quarter, but it mattered not. 

Ochako’s sleep schedule was completely and utterly fucked. She’d finally caught up on all her assignments and was ready to abandon the adrenaline- and coffee-fueled existence as a regular student and embrace the distinction as a good noodle. But when the time came, sleep didn’t come. Ochako could only waste away the hours staring at her ceiling and cursing every second of her miserable existence. 

She was ready to just accept her fate of permanent sleep deprivation until hope came in the form of the gracious, the compassionate, the indelible Momo Yaoyorozu. 

“Oh, I know exactly what you need!” she gushed to Ochako as the girl tried to maintain her sanity through a double shot of pure espresso. “There’s a café down the road that boasts an excellent selection of teas. You should go there on Wednesday when Hitoshi Shinso is working. He’s helped loads of people with sleeping problems, anxiety, and so much more. He’ll fix you up with exactly what you need!” 

Ochako was willing to try drugs to get herself to sleep at this point, but some nice relaxing tea sounded pretty nice, too. So, after class on Wednesday, she trudged down the street to the quaint little café in search of the supposed miracle worker, Hitoshi Shinso. Ochako honestly didn’t expect much, despite the many, many testimonies she’d heard over the last twenty-four hours. But hey, at least she would get a nice cup of tea out of it. 

Except she’d caught sight of the man in question through the window, and he was so disgustingly dreamy that she was now lamenting her choice to go with “comfort casual” and really play up the whole sleep-deprived gremlin look. Ochako snapped her compact closed with a heavy sigh and looked once more through the window at the man standing idly behind the counter. Lavender locks that looked silk to the touch, amethyst eyes that glimmered with mirth, a lazy smile on his lips as he listened to his blond-haired coworker chatter about something—ugh, what a hottie! She didn’t know if it was better that she had good vision and read his nametag from the sidewalk, or if she would have rather gone in and made the crushing realization that she looked like trash in front of the person she needed to talk to when it was already too late. If Ochako wasn’t desperate, she would race home and at least doll herself up before going in. 

But Ochako was desperate, and so despite the lousy hand that fate had dealt her that day, she walked into the café. Whatever intentions she had of mentally preparing herself for the encounter were dashed by the bell attached to the door, which chimed pleasantly above her head. She froze in the entryway, the door swinging behind her and closing with a soft clunk. 

“Welcome,” Hitoshi called. Oh, Ochako had read about voices being as smooth as honey in romance novels, but this was the first time that the metaphor ever had merit in her eyes. The word literally dripped from his tongue, so rich and sticky that it had her rooted to the spot. Hitoshi smiled pleasantly at her. He might as well have shot her in the heart, the devil, because she nearly collapsed right then and there. But her body knew what it needed, and so it propelled her to the counter even while her brain was laying in a puddle of goop at the door from having melted out through her ears. 

“How can I help you?” 

Hug me. Kiss me. Love me. Ochako knew that it was just the exhaustion-induced delirium talking, but she still had enough sense to blush. She tried to hide it with her hands while still seeming nonchalant, but all she succeeded in doing was fluttering her hands awkwardly around her face. Oh, and now he was smirking, a lavender eyebrow arching playfully. 

“I, um, I heard that you know what tea is good for insomnia,” she mumbled finally. 

“Ah. Momo’s singing my praises again, is she?” Hitoshi chuckled. She already knew that the two were familiar with one another, but a spark of jealousy shot through her body anyway. Oh, what did she have to be jealous of? She’d just met the guy! 

She must have looked downright pathetic because Hitoshi smiled sympathetically at her. 

“Wait right here. I’ll get somethin’ fixed up for ya,” he winked and slapped his palm against the counter. 

Ochako just melted against the counter with a dreamy, “Okay~” Oh, she was shamelessly staring now. She couldn’t help it. Hitoshi moved with the grace and fluidity of an angel—unharried, but with a sense of quiet confidence that had electricity zinging up and down Ochako’s spine. How was it that a man could make something as mundane as picking out teabags seem so utterly magical? She didn’t know what to look at—the profile of his serene face as his lavender eyes scanned the boxes, his lithe and dextrous fingers as they skimmed the cardboard, his wavy pale purple locks as they caught the light of the fluorescents. Everything about him was just stunningly handsome, and her poor baggy eyes just didn’t know what to focus on. 

So she flagrantly gawked at as much as him as she could. 

“All right then.” When Hitoshi suddenly spoke, Ochako scrambled to stand up and act like she hadn’t just been drooling all over the counter. Her arms flailed out, and she could only watch in dismay as the floppy sleeve of her oversized sweater caught on a piece of metal sticking out from the woven metal pencil container. Both she and Hitoshi watched with wide eyes as the cup lurched with the motion of her arm, tipping to the side and spilling the writing utensils all over the counter. She blinked, watching a pencil roll slowly over the counter. She then slowly raised her head to gape at Hitoshi. 

“Erm… Sorry.” 

“No problem,” he chuckled and walked back up to the counter. He flipped the cup back over and replaced the pencils and pens into it, one by one. Ochako was a little bit grateful for her screw-up; now she could watch just a few more of those elegant movements. She found herself slumping a little, eyes growing lidded with heady contentment. “Now then—your tea.” 

“R-right,” she stammered, jerking into a non-slouching position again. Hitoshi’s smile twitched a little further across his face, which made Ochako’s heart thump against her chest. Did that mean something? No, she was just reading too much into it! She was totally out of it! The tea, she should focus on the tea… and not his totally gorgeous smile… 

“This is a blend of chamomile, lavender, and passionflower. Totally great for alleviating anxiety and helping you sleep,” he explained as he set a bag of mixed dried herbs and petals in front of her. “Our café doesn’t use bags because there’s recent research that they can leach microplastics. Do you have a tea steeper?” 

Ochako shook her head, and Hitoshi reached under the counter to procure a small silver piece of metal with what looked like a little fine-woven metal strainer on the end. 

“All right, it’s real easy. You just scoop up a little bit of the tea leaves into this and place it in the hot water. This blend should steep for about ten minutes.” 

God. She would let him talk tea to her all damn day, his voice was so mind-numbingly sexy. 

“Any questions?” 

“O-oh, no,” she replied with a quick shake of her head. He gave her that little smile-smirk that made her heart pitter-patter in her chest, then turned to the side to type some of the keys on the old-fashioned register. 

“Okay. That’s going to be six hundred yen.” 

Ochako fished the bills out of her wallet. As she passed them over and picked the tea bag up off the counter, she found herself feeling a little sad. Such a fleeting interaction in the great abyss that was time, and yet she was mourning that it had come to an end… 

Yeah, then she got home and took a swig of that tea. Not much mourning followed that. Just a whoooooooole bunch of watching the back of her eyelids. She woke up the next morning not sure what year it was, drool caked on the side of her face and hair in disarray—and oh, my, did it feel fabulous. She’d never slept so amazingly in her life. There was no ifs, ands, or buts about it—she was gonna need more of that tea. 

And the fact that she would also get more Hitoshi in the process? Well… she would just call that a bonus. 

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite regular,” Hitoshi purred as Ochako sauntered into the café. She smiled bashfully and tucked a swathe of her brunette hair behind her ear. Though she definitely wasn’t strutting around looking like she was dying anymore, she still found herself growing nervous each time she came in to see Hitoshi. It didn’t matter how flawless her make-up looked that day, or whether she had searched her closest for the cutest outfit—all he had to do was bat those pretty, sleepy eyes at her, and that was it. Ochako was rendered utterly helpless. 

Well, not utterly. Now that she was sleeping like a normal human being, her brain actually worked. Somewhat, anyway. 

“Tell that to all the girls who come here once a week?” Ochako teased as she approached the counter. 

Hitoshi quirked an eyebrow, then quipped back, “Only the pretty ones.” 

Ochako giggled. She couldn’t help but exaggerate it a little and daintily hold a hand over her mouth. Maybe a bit much as far as flirting tactics went, but Ochako couldn’t help it. Hitoshi was just so dreamy; her mind was rendered cotton within seconds, and she kinda needed her critical thinking skills to access her good flirting capabilities. 

“You flatter me, Hitoshi,” she cooed with a bat of her eyelashes. Hitoshi’s smirk widened at that. Ah, look at her! She made him smirk! Point one for Ochako. 

“Come on, now, do I look like the type to resort to flattery?” Hitoshi chuckled while he turned to begin preparing her tea. “I speak the truth and only the truth, love.” 

Love love love, the pet name echoed in her head. He had been calling her that for a while now, but it still made her heart thump all over her ribcage. 

Any and every snarky quip she could respond with instantly buried itself six feet under in her brain, so she just giggled girlishly again. 

Agh, what am I doing? Come on, Ochako! You told yourself when you got up this morning that you would ask him out today! So stop being a simp and get on with it already! 

“H-hey, Hitoshi?” Ochako piped up before she could second-guess herself. Her momentary confidence immediately wavered when he turned around to flash those curious, pretty lavender eyes at her. 

“What’s up, Ochako?” he asked, carrying the little baggie of tea leaves up to the counter. “Thinking about changing things up today?” 

“A-actually, yes,” she said quickly. Looks like the universe was being kind enough to give her back her mojo. She still hesitated a moment, chewing on her lip while slowly swinging her shoulders from side to side. “I, um… I was thinking about maybe… g-getting your number?” 

There. It was out in the open. No matter how much Ochako may want to, she couldn’t suck the words back into her mouth. She bit down on her bottom lip while she just stared nervously at him. He was just staring owlishly back, giving no hint to what was going on in his head. Oh, that was the worst! She would at least like a little hint as to what he was thinking. Even a momentary flicker of utter disgust would be better than the sheer nothing on Hitoshi’s face. 

And then he gave her the sauciest smirk that she had ever seen on his stupidly pretty face. 

“Sorry,” he chuckled. His expression grew a little bashful, and he swept his fingers through his tousled lavender locks. “I have to admit, you threw me for a loop there. I thought I was going to be the one to ask you out.” 

“Y-you wanted to ask me out?” Ochako smiled coyly. Oh, what a development this was. 

“Yeah,” Hitoshi admitted. It didn’t take him long to get his confidence back, because then he was leaning against the counter with that sexy smirk dancing over his lips. “How does that make you feel, love?” 

“How does me asking you out make you feel?” she countered, playfully sticking the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. 

“Makes me feel like going out with you,” he answered matter-of-factly. Ugh, Ochako simply couldn’t compete with him! She ducked her head to hide her bright pink face and covered her mouth with her hands to smother her high-pitched giggle. “This is the part where you ask me what time I get off, beautiful.” 

“O-okay. What time do you get off?” 

“Six. I’ll be waiting,” he winked before sliding the tea across the counter to her. “And this one’s on me. Consider it thanks for coming by every week to show me that pretty face of yours.” 

“O-okay,” Ochako giggled bashfully, still hiding her face while she took the tea bag. She didn’t want to deprive him of one last look at her “pretty face,” though, so she meekly lifted her head to peer at him through her bangs. “I’ll, um, see you then.” 

She was keenly aware of him watching her as she left, but she was so damn giddy that she couldn’t resist doing a little happy dance. He’d already agreed to go out with her, so what did she have to lose? 

Definitely not sleep!

#shinchako #shinso x ochako #shinsou x ochako #ochako x shinso #ochako x shinsou #ochako uraraka #uraraka ochako #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia

[rxdidz]

★ — i’ve never known someone like you. (glue song 🤭)

★ — synopsis: random things that include dating them!!

★ ft. izu, denki, sho, sero, shinsou, jirou, ochako, toga

izuku — patching him up after training/ a fight, study dates, cooking with him, holding hands in the halls, smiling all the time, him blushing over the littlest things, matching pajamas, #1 hype man, glancing at each other in class, good morning and good night texts.

denki — his head in your lap as you play with his hair, painting his nails, drawing hearts on his hands, listening to music in the kitchen, facetiming all night, matching onsies, doing his eyeliner, going to n arcade and beating him at every game, whispering and giggling in class.

shoto — telling each other all your problems, admiring how pretty you are in class, best friends to lovers, stargazing, flustered at any physical affection you give him, painting with him, moving your hair out of your face for you, cheek kisses.

sero — teaching you to skateboard, getting fast food at 1am, having his arm slung over your shoulder, movie dates, laying on the roof together, giving you his jacket when your cold, hugging you from behind, doing facemasks together.

shinsou — gossiping at 5am, annoying you to get your attention, being protective over you, sneaking over to his dorm, sarcastic nicknames, cooking for you, playing video games all night, messing with his hair.

jirou — listening to music, holding hands, teasing each other, her doing your makeup, being flustered around you, teaching you guitar, painting her nails, late night phone calls, wearing her band shirts, concert dates, dragging her out of bed, cuddling.

ochako — watching studio ghilbi movies, small pecks on the lips n cheek, giving her gifts, always checking up on you, being taller than her, study dates, best friends to lovers fr, her being flustered over everything, walking around the city at night.

toga — her doing your hair so you can match, deep n long talks on the roof, going to the convince store at 3am, gushing over how cute and pretty you are, being gentle around you, hugging you 24/7, patching her up after a fight, constantly reminding you how much she loves you.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x fem!reader #denki x reader #jirou x reader #uraraka ochako x reader #ochako x reader #jirou kyouka x reader #toga x reader #toga himiko x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #sero x reader #izuku x reader #midoryia x reader #deku x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #kaminari x reader

[satan-plundered-our-oceans]

★。／ falling in love with you ＼。★

ask: this was a request! but I can't find the ask on my old blog, but I do know that it was a quirkless!assistant!reader with midoriya, todoroki, bakugo, shinso, monoma, and kendo. I did cut off monoma and kendo since I feel like I don't know enough about their characters, if that's ok!

pairing: midoriya x gn! reader, todoroki x gn! reader, bakugo x gn! reader, shinso x gn! reader (separate)

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 3,722

tw: none, wholesome fluff with some swearing on bakugo's section

notes: this had taken a really long time on my original blog, so im happy to finally be able to share it, if you're from my OG blog, and you were waiting, im sorry it took so long! and since I can't get back into my old blog anymore (I lost the password), please resubmit your asks at anytime and ill try to get to them asap!

! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !

~the meeting~

You’re first introduced to Class 1A/1B as a stand-in for a sparring partner in hand-to-hand combat. It was better - in Aizawa’s opinion - for you to brush up on your skills while also putting his students in a more hands-on approach to learning. You stand before the class, ready. 

You challenge whoever is confident with their skills so far to come forward and fight you. Over your shoulder, Aizawa stands huddled in his sleeping bag. He isn’t too worried, he trusts your abilities to handle his class, and besides, you needed to grow to tolerate them quickly.

None of the students wanted to fight you at first.

There was at least one of their close friends that teased them because they had noticed you staring at them out of all the other blue-clad students. So, of course, to avoid further embarrassment, they step forward to be the first example.

The rules are simple. No quirks. Just simple hand-to-hand. The first to pin the opponent for at least half a minute is the winner of the exercise.

I. midoriya 

~ after the meet ~

Izuku really didn’t want to fight you

He didn’t know your strengths, your weaknesses, your quirk, your skill set, how powerful it was versus what it looked like, etc. (cue the nerdy rambling). He had no notes on you!

Izuku had seen you in class every once in a while when he wasn’t busy. You sat by the teacher’s desk grading papers and sometimes assisting Aizawa by running errands or taking over while he took a nap on the floor. But based on your stature and appearance and the fact you were wearing a school uniform, you seemed to be a student as well.

That leads to plenty of interesting theories about you!

“I think they’re a villain!” Kaminari said light-heartedly. It sounded like a rather malicious thing to suggest, Izuku thought, despite his wider grin. “In like… a rehab program or something.”

“Why would they send a villain to a school for a rehab program though?” Iida pulls his drink from his mouth. “It’d be much more likely they be put on community service or in more safe environments.”

Izuku looks across at you.

You’re sitting away from the teachers at the moment, trading notes with a girl in class 2C, laughing as you both scribble away and discuss some class that he can’t quite hear. You wave her off before moving down the table to another group who are slurping ramen over a table full of messy textbooks and broken pens. Izuku knew these kids to cause enough trouble for everyone, but they push aside their bowls and utensils and kick off their bags so they can let you sit with them. 

Hm.

Have you always looked so pretty from this far away?

~ falling in love with you ~

My boy falls hard and fast… save him…

Izuku always pays attention during a class, but he always tries to pay a little more attention when it’s you that’s teaching <3

After assisting Aizawa for a few weeks into the term, Momo asked who you were. In all the “excitement” of having to shephard a class of hormonal superheroes around, you had forgotten to introduce yourself!

He pulls out his hero notebook and begins taking detailed notes on you

[Y/N L/N], your power stats and small doodles of you in the bottom corner. Some more detailed, some awfully sketchy, but he never feels he got it quite right

Aizawa pats your head and dismisses you from your teaching duty for the day

For the rest of the class you resign yourself to your desk and join the students in learning the next emergency protocol

He thinks you might be looking away when he glances at you

Are you looking at him too?

You’ve ruined him, he’d swear on it. He can’t help it, just by looking at you. The swell of your hips when he can see you walking in front or behind him, the way your eyes light up if he even gains the confidence to talk about his hero notebooks with you, the little shocks he gets when your knees touch on the floor of his dorm room. Or maybe he finds you distracting in some way? Your voice drags him from each lecture, even if it’s not aimed at him. Your smile lures him in. He’s sure you have to have a quirk somehow, hidden there that you haven’t told him about yet.

Do you find him as distracting as he finds you?

Among his many nervous habits, a new one is born. What is it? Well, drawing you in his notebook. 

It’s during one of these very creepy-sounding moments that he remembers he never actually asked you what your quirk was. Nor had he seen it in action before

Other people had wondered about it before, but no one had an answer

So he asks you

You laugh.

It’s almost shocked, but partly sad. You tell him, quite simply, that you’re quirkless. And that Aizawa gave you the position in 1A because you were willing to become a teaching assistant on the side. Though you suspect it’s favouritism, he wants you to have a good education, UA is a nice place, he’ll be close by in case any shit goes down. 

If anything Izuku falls even more in love with you. Hearing you ramble with him about your favourite heroes, how you want to be your own hero even if you can’t do the same things as they can, and you’re still here talking to him.

You’re one of the first people he tells about All Might passing on his quirk to him. He’s worried you might be envious of it, or hate him for lying his way into UA, but you beam at him and assure him he’ll be the best Number One Hero you’ve ever seen.

Yeah, he’s definitely fallen a bit harder, if the sweaty palms and nervous heart skip is enough to go off of.

~ fighting for your attention ~

Now imagine this poor, sweet, innocent broccoli-head of a boy finally falling in love with you! He’s smitten with you

But now he’s watching you interact with his classmates interact with you a little more closely

He doesn’t mind of course, he knows everyone loves your personality and just the feeling you give off. It makes them feel warm and safe and you being quirkless limits any sense of a threat to those who are more sceptical

What he doesn’t like is that he knows some of them fancy you

Some of them love you

He begins studying harder, training harder, works out more so he can make sure he can hear your sweet praises and warming smiles

Any “good job!” and “i’m so proud!” you can offer him is cherished. He cherishes you

So he gathers his courage to try harder just for you, so you can think of him as your number one hero!

Now the only question is; do you cherish him?

K. bakugo

~ after the meet ~

An unbridled opportunity to inflict pain on an (admittedly) attractive stranger?

Fuck yeah

Quirk or no quirk, he was going to absolutely destroy you. He was sure of it!

Shitty hair said you looked oddly familiar, but who cares?

Katsuki had seen you around in the dormitory building, of course, he never paid you much attention. You were wearing a uniform, so he guessed you were a student. He thought you were boring. 

Pretty, but boring. 

Not that he was looking, shut up–

Maybe if he kicks your ass a bit he’ll stop getting so distracted

Or…:

Are you fucking kidding?

You kicked his ass! Barely breaking a sweat! 

One minute he’s preparing to just kick you in the gut and land a right hook to your face, but then he steps into the field where white lines have been drawn and you smile at him. You wish him good luck and bow before getting into a fighting stance. 

He draws a blank after that. Sure, he lands the first kick, but gets your thigh instead so you skid across the pitch. Then you effortlessly sidestep his next swing and he just wants to blast your face off in embarrassment.

Then, most painful of all, you punch him right in the gut and kick him until he’s down. 

He’s butt-hurt, as expected and refuses to even look at you.

Shitty hair slaps his shoulder and laughs as he joins the rest of the class. You brush dust off your uniform and prepare to fight Mina next. 

“That was something huh?” Kaminari jests, snickering. “I should’ve gotten that on camera.”

Katsuki decides just then that he’s going to make your life hell for what you’ve done.

~ falling in love with you ~

He’s not falling in love with you, shut up-

Ok so he’s a grouchy boy anyway right so of course he’s not going to admit it as quick as the others 

In fact he makes it a goal in life to annoy you enough until you hate his guts, then he might feel better about wanting to grind your face into the pavement 

He kicks your chair out when you go to sit so you slam into the floor, shut the door to the classroom in your face, shoves you in hallways at every chance he gets, and even becomes so petty he begins stealing your favourite snacks and drinks out of the fridge and cupboards 

Smug bastard even devours them in front of you just so you know that it was him 

He hates them but that doesn’t stop him! 

And - as much as he doesn’t want to admit it - he kinda hates the small flicker of disappointment that flutters behind your eyes before you offer to go on a snack-run for everyone on your way 

Dammit!

He makes it sound like your idea that he stalks alongside you to the grocery store.

“You’d probably get lost if someone wasn’t around to hold your hand,” he’d mock you. If you inquire if he’d hold your hand around the store, he’ll definitely leave you behind. Don’t tempt him. And if you laugh he’ll walk back to the dorms and leave your ass to wonder where he went, searching through aisles for him. He knows you would.

Begrudgingly, he knows somewhere in him won’t let him abandon you there. What part? No idea but he hates it. 

Which is why he is now escorting you on the seventh snack-run of the month. You push the trolley around because even with all your begging he won’t do it. Shopping list in hand you throw in bags of snacks and surprise treats for your classmates.   

You have everything stacked up now. Popcorn for movie nights, and each person’s specific sweets, but instead of heading towards the cashiers, you’re turning towards the scoop-and-weigh section. 

“Oi, dumbass!” Bakugo doesn’t follow after you at first, and he doesn’t care that people are turning to stare at him. “Cash register is that way!”

“I know that.” You smile and disappear behind the aisle. He really has no choice but to drag his feet to follow. When he comes around the side you’re scooping a bag full of honey-roasted almonds - ones he knows you hate but his mouth waters at. 

“What are you getting those for?” He curses how soft his voice is now, but he can’t help but wonder why you’re buying them now.

“They’re your favourite, right?” You respond.

“Yeah?” How did you even know that?

You must be reading his mind with some hidden quirk or something, because you quickly explain that you had questioned Kirishima about the hidden stash in the cupboards one time and he had told you almost immediately. So, why not grab some more when you noticed that his stash was getting low?

Without letting him answer you walk past him to the checkouts. He watches after you, mouth dry. He can’t even think of an insult for you right now.

Fuck!

~ fighting for your attention ~

He still won’t admit it to himself so don’t expect a massive, dramatic confession from him (…yet)

No, he’s willing to fight anyone and everyone who wants your affections from the sidelines 

Someone looks at you a little too long? (Punch them)

Someone touches your shoulder during a PE class? (Make their life hell)

Deku asks for your help on an essay and you respond with an all-sweet smile that just rubs him the wrong way? (Kill him - but not actually)

Jealousy is a dangerous game for Katsuki 

(He’s not jealous don’t even ask—)

He’s willing to completely flip the tables so that maybe you’d notice that something’s different: he doesn’t kick your chair out anymore, or eat your snacks, or try to fight you in the hallways 

Instead he does all of that for pretty much everyone else—with exceptions for Kirishima of course 

Anything so he can deny that he’s gone the slightest bit soft for you when you both sit in the common room and eat your respective snacks, talking about some annoying classmate that had pissed him off for the fourth time that day 

And god dammit, won’t you just notice that he appreciates you? 

S. todoroki

~ after the meet ~

Now, my first question is, is it vague curiosity or a drive to urge his strength forward that makes Shoto fight you?

It’s the strength training, he reasons

He doesn’t need it of course, he’s capable enough, but that doesn’t stop him from arguing with himself that that could be the only reason

And no, it’s definitely not because he can see you giving him a curious look over the heads of his classmates, and certainly, not because Kaminari gives him a knowing grin because even he can see you staring at him

So he puts himself forward as a volunteer

For the training… sure

Even after you lose to Todoroki he’s courteous about it. You both bow out of respect and he rejoins the line. After that he doesn’t expect to see you very much after that, perhaps never again. He thinks, despite the theories, you might be a student-teacher from a different academy.

But no, the next week you show up to their regular classes. And not long after that, you’re both working on group and pair projects together.

Like today, it’s theory. Emergency Evacuation in a Disaster. You pick some form of ‘emergency’ and then plot out an essay with detailed instructions for evacuation for the project. Simple. You pick a disaster and begin the essay.

You ask him questions in between, just general small talk, asking how his day is and the like. But he appreciates it. He knows that you know who he is and yet you just ask him normal questions. (Let’s say this is before his arc to make friends.)

You praise him for his strength in your battle and it makes his heart pound. Is he sick? What does this mean? 

What do you mean when you say you like his company? How does he get you to stop? He doesn’t like not being in control of how his heart is beating.

~ falling in love with you ~

I don’t think that originally it would be obvious to you that he fancies you

He’d be courteous at first, hold the door for you, compliment things about you, pull out your chair or save you a seat at lunch, it’s simple little things

You don’t notice of course, you just think he’s being nice

But to literally everyone else, it’s so obvious to them that he’s already completely smitten with you. He barely talks to anyone else… and yeah he doesn’t talk much with you either but he tolerates your company more than others

And he’s a gentleman so why would he outright say anything?

(That’s the reason and not that he’s afraid to, yeah totally-)

So instead he sits and listens to your conversations 

It’s not your fault he’s having a bad day, but at the moment he’s giving the cold shoulder to everyone in 1-A. 

That doesn’t stop you from dragging your chair up to his small desk during your break and eating there with him. He doesn’t tell you to leave, because he doesn’t think he can. He just watches you pull out utensils and begin to eat. He hasn’t even bothered with his own food, he can feel a pit swallowing his stomach, like he couldn’t cram anything in there if he wanted to.

“Bad day?” you ask, like you couldn’t already tell. “Don’t wanna talk about it?”

He nods at you. He can’t lie. And he sure as hell can’t ignore you.

“I understand,” you give a thoughtful hum, eating a bite of your food. “My day was pretty crappy too. It gets like that sometimes, you just gotta keep going. You can’t stop living just because your head’s a bit heavy.”

He didn’t ask for your advice, and maybe before that would’ve bothered him that you didn’t stop talking, but now he can’t find it in him to be frustrated. His annoyance deflates at your presence. You radiate this homely comfort he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Shoto goes through the effort of pulling out his food, just so you might feel better about it.

He forces out the words;

“And your day? Tell me about it… please.”

~ fighting for your attention ~

Now shoto is less likely to actually try and confront others about their shared affections

In fact in normally takes him a good while to officially realise that he loves you

But pretty soon he just begins to seek you out more

As he grows more social, earns new friends and becomes accustomed to everyone, you work with him closely to help him learn social cues and overcome his trauma

He comes to like touching you, whether it be a hand on his head, touching knees in the dorms, a simple hug, or you leaning on him until you fall asleep on him during the winter. He feels comfortable with you

But with this realisation comes one more;

He wonders if he could handle going back to living without you

H. shinso

~ after the meet ~

Now, shinso’s quirk is pretty hard to implement in a fight, which is why he mainly prefers hand-to-hand

Overall, he feels tired, if not a little bored, by the spar with you

He hadn’t noticed you at all before this lesson in 1C, but his teacher had said that you were helping by moving down from 1A

Why, he couldnt figure out

But nonetheless, he finds you watching him while waiting to spar you in your first physical education class together, so he volunteers

And he quickly gets disqualified– 

He swears he doesn’t mean to, but almost as soon as he begins the fight, you overwhelm him.

What you lack in a visible quirk, you make up for in speed, kicking and jabbing and ducking away before he can get a hit in. It’s when he finds you hovering over his shoulder, about to throw a punch to his face, that he panics and asks for your name.

A bit confused, slowing down a little bit, you give it to him, and almost as quickly, you’re under his control. The teacher immediately barks at him to release his control, and he obliges, but he’s still disqualified and you’re given an instant win. When you stumble, regaining your own self-control, you look up at him in bemusement. 

But you don’t look scared at all, instead you smile at him.

“Brainwashing? That’s a pretty cool quirk, huh?”

You confuse him, and he’s not sure if he likes it yet. 

~ falling in love with you ~

After you move down to 1C to work on your General Hero courses, you begin to grow closer with Shinso 

You don’t think that his quirk is any different to the others at UA, which he is somewhat confused by

‘Some of these guys can set people on fire! Brainwashing doesn’t sound too different to the others you see here’, was your only explanation whenever he asked about it

Overtime, you become one of his only friends in 1C, he tolerates you

He spends most of his time with you, studying, eating, talking, he helps you write papers on general hero practices, telling you about his history with children being scared of his ‘villain quirk’

All things considered, he trusts you, and i dont think he could say that for many other people at UA

You both sit cross-legged on the floor of his dorm room. He very rarely decorates it, but you begged him to let you set up the fairy lights and little cat decals that were meant for his wall. Begrudgingly, he agreed.

So that’s what you’ve been doing, arranging kitties on the wall over his desk. Cute little art pieces that resemble grey and calico cats. 

Meanwhile, he’s studying on his floor, laying back and occasionally sneaking glances at you to see if you’re tangled in the lights. Soon enough you have them strung up nicely in the corners of his dorm-room, sending soft gold light over his purple hair. He doesn’t move until you lay on the floor beside him, looking up at the ceiling.

“What do you think?” you ask, leaning up on your elbows to admire your handiwork.

He’s quiet for a moment, just looking at you, taking in the view of your side-profile. 

“They look nice.”

Shinso isn’t talking about the lights.

~ fighting for your attention ~

Listen, usually Shinso absolutely hates using his quirk for anything out of villain fights, because if he does he feels like he reinforces the idea that he might be a villain too

But, when it comes to you?

He’s relatively tame at first, he doesnt get too jealous or overprotective as someone else might (cough, bakugo, cough), but it doesnt mean that he doesnt need reassurance sometimes

If it gets to the point that another one of your suitors is making you uncomfortable, then by all means, hes asking them what theyre doing and forcing them to walk away

And afterwards, having that little moment of supposed villainy feels worth it

Just keep smiling at him

im sorry this took so long!

I hope you guys enjoyed

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #mha x reader #midoriya #izuku #iida #uraraka #tenya #ochako #kirishima #denki #kaminari #hero #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #detroit smash #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #gender neutral reader #wholesome #bnha fluff #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #izuku midoriya

[r2katsu]

scenario for when they...

mha m.list | gn!reader | fluff

lean on the doorframe or wall with arms crossed while just quietly observing your every move head to toe as you wash the dishes in their hoodie, whilst doing the cheek thing and smirking all the way

↳ katsuki, dabi, aizawa, hanta, shinsho, kyoka

watches you while sitting behind the kitchen island with their hand intertwined with the other and smiles while their eyes seem to shine at the sight of you, gazing of how lucky they are to be yours

↳ izuku, eijiro, denki, hanta, ochako, tenya

#mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha #bnha #r2katsu #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #iida tenya x reader #bakugou x reader #izuku x reader #sero hanta x reader #uraraka ochako x reader #aizawa x reader #dabi x reader #shinsou x reader #denki x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #bnha x gn!reader #when they lean on the doorframe!! #ahHhhgHhgHh #💌~.° >scenarios< #jirou kyoka x reader #if you know you know

[epitome-of-an-openbook]

Tsuyu: Do you guys have any idea why Mina keeps putting Bakugo and Iida next to each other kero?

Uraraka: Hmm, I don't know for sure, but it started almost immediately after we had that lesson about complimentary colors in Ms. Midnight's class.

Jiro: Yeah, I overheard her saying we were only one couple away from having them all, whatever that means.

Uraraka: *looks to the left where Todoroki and Midoriya are, looks to the right where Kaminari and Shinsou are* Ooh, I think I get it... poor Iida.

*explosions and lecturing in background*

#silly lil #meme #bnha meme #bnha memes #tododeku #shinkami #todoroki x midoriya #shinsou x kaminari #kaminari x shinsou #midoriya x todoroki #bakugou x iida #iida x bakugo #mina ashido #ochako uraraka #tsuyu asui #kyoka jiro #this is crack #Bakugo's main color is Orange and Iida is the closest you get to blue in Class A #bakugou katsuki #iida tenya #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #denki kaminari #hitoshi shinsou

[thatanimewriter]

DO YOU WANNA SEE MY MINECRAFT WORLD?

➳ synopsis: they made a minecraft world for the both of you to play and live your cute and quaint theoretical life in

➳ character/s: midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, uraraka ochako, kyouka jiro, shinsou hitoshi, togata mirio

➳ warnings: bakugou does have an eye for aesthetics you can't tell me otherwise

➳ notes: some more group headcanons for y'all, i promise i'll get to churning out requests eventually, i'm just having fun shit-posting rn :))

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

the most modded out world you've ever seen. aesthetic to the max with texture packs, cit packs and texture packs. most of the stuff on this island would NEVER be achievable in vanilla and you're not entirely sure how their computer hasn't exploded yet.

── BAKUGOU KATSUKI, URARAKA OCHAKO, midoriya izuku, kyouka jiro

there are about 50 different holes in the ground and you think they've just gone into creative mode and put tnt everywhere. you're not sure if they've rage quit or are trying to do some 'landscaping' for future builds.

── shinsou hitoshi, TOGATA MIRIO, uraraka ochako (don't stray too far from the main area or you'll see the trial runs-)

a 7-year-old is probably on par with their building abilities. i'm talking cube dirt houses n just claiming a house in a village or digging a hole in a mountain and calling it a day.

── TODOROKI SHOUTO, shinsou hitoshi, togata mirio

matched their world to their skin so they can take nice screenies. made you your own village to match yours so you can be neighbouring towns and have a fictional romance :))

── URARAKA OCHAKO, kyouka jiro, midoriya izuku

your house looks substantially better than theirs and it's clear they put more effort into your home. BUT they'll probably soon move into your house because they wanna sleep with you ;v;

── BAKUGOU KATSUKI, todoroki shouto, TOGATA MIRIO, shinsou hitoshi

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #uraraka ochako #shinsou hitoshi #togata mirio #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #uraraka ochako x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #togata mirio x reader #my hero academia imagines #mha imagines #boku no hero academia imagines #bnha imagines #kyouka jiro #kyouka jiro x reader

[theeggoman]

Valentines Day Bookmarks are done :] They go up for Preorder on February Fourteenth

#art #valentines day #Shinbaku #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x bakugou #bakugou katsuki #anime #toga himiko #toga x ochako #togachako #uraraka ochako

[staaapler]

honestly? as much as i love togaraka and their battle scene, it would’ve been so much better with shinsou. ik that they don’t know each other, but imagine the angst possibilities. its two sides of the same coin. its what shinsou could’ve been had he chosen to be a bad guy, and what toga could’ve been if she chose to be a goody guy

#mha spoilers #mha manga spoilers #mha #mha manga #my hero academia #my hero academy spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero #boku no hero manga #togaraka #togachako #toga x ochako #toga x uraraka #toga himiko #himiko toga #mha himiko #bnha himiko #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou #hitoshi shinsou #mha shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi

[bakubunny]

One more Shinso thought before i leave you be: dom!shinso who after so long of being feared and treated suspiciously has you who trusts him so fully to take care of you and give you what you need and obeys and listens completely, no quirk necessary.

(As touched and honored as he is by that though, he'll still be super mean about it. Like, "wow, i didnt know i could get someone to obey so easily without brainwashing them. You really are just an empty-headed slut, eh kitten?") ✨️

send as much shinso brainrot as you want sparkle anon 😭

okay but actually

i have an unfinished shinchako age play fic centered around exactly this.

like he’s never tried being a dom in general bc he’s all “yknow, brainwashing quirk + dominant doesn’t exactly create a great environment for building trust with a sub.” and ochako casually says, “yeah, but you’re really kind. i’d trust you.” and it goes from there.

i shared a snippet of it when i first started the blog, but it completely flopped (partially bc it’s a rarepair & char x char among other things). i ended up pulling it down and never finishing it bc i got multiple nasty anons. that was back when i first started writing age play for bnha and i was not confident with it.

if there’s enough interest, i might rework it someday (and possibly cut out the age play elements), either as a shinchako or x reader fic.

also that last phrase has me melting 😰

#on fridays we share with the class #✨ anon #🧸 #bnha smut #shinso smut #shinsou smut #shinchako #Shinchako smut #uraraka smut #uraraka ochako #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #tw age play

[vannahfanfics]

Solace

Word Count: 3745 

Royalty AU, Medieval AU, Quirkless AU, Romance, Fluff

Summary: Ochako goes wandering in the palace gardens, looking for an escape from her reality as a caged bird.

Hello everyone! Here is my story for the Shinchako Sleepover server’s exchange! Enjoy :)

The full moon loomed large in the night sky, as if it had traversed the far reaches of the heavens in order to grow close enough to peer down at the earth. Ochako couldn’t blame it; the world truly had some wondrous places. However, it would be hard-pressed to find places that were more beautiful than the sprawling palace gardens of Uraraka Castle. The massive estate spanned hundreds of acres, featuring a dizzying array of dense hedge mazes, trimmed topiary sculptures, ornate marble fountains, and hundreds of plant species imported from every place imaginable. Since she was a mere toddling babe, Ochako had found solace in the sprawling mass of foliage surrounding her lofty palace home—especially in the deep of night when the moon bathed it all in its silver glow. 

Deep in the eastern section of the garden, she stood before a small grove of plum trees. It was on the cusp of spring, and so the trees had burst into bloom to eagerly welcome its coming. The white fringes of the blossoms seemed to shine even brighter in the pale light like the rosy petals were dipped in the moonlight itself. Ochako reached up to gently touch the underside of one, appreciating the silk-like feeling against the pads of her fingers. It was strange how the forbidden things seemed the most beautiful of all. 

Forbidden to Ochako, at least. Though the Uraraka family had spared no expense in designing their extraordinary garden, all but the innermost circle were open to the public. Thus, it was extremely unwise for a princess such as herself to wander the gardens unsupervised, especially in the deep of night when any number of unsavory characters could be skulking about the shadows. But the gardens called to Ochako, even more so when the sun sank below the horizon and the moon ventured forth to admire the gardens with her silver eyes. For it was only wandering through the endless expanse of lush greenery that Ochako felt the weight of the world fall off her shoulders. 

As the only child of the Uraraka family, Ochako stood to inherit her parents’ kingdom. It was not large nor powerful, but it was an established country in its own right. Thus, Ochako had an immense amount of responsibility even at the tender age of seventeen—on top of all the normal duties that a princess was expected to undertake. From dawn to dusk, Ochako’s day consisted of a cram-packed schedule of lessons, meetings, tea parties, dress fittings, soireés, budget plannings, grievance hearings, and more. By the time she dragged herself into her tower bedroom, she was ready to collapse face-first into bed; however, as soon as the moon would shine upon the trawls of ivy clinging to the stone bricks of her windowsill, she would become instantly rejuvenated. 

Just one stroll, she would convince her aching feet while opening her window. She had long since memorized the bulges and divots of the worn tower wall. It was nothing now for her to shimmy down like a trained cat burglar, and, as if in camaraderie, the moon would always turn away so that Ochako was instead enveloped by the shadows. And as soon as her bare feet met the cool grass at the base of her tower, the rest of her body followed suit with her heart. Her nerves would go abuzz and her muscles would itch with the desire to run deep into the green leaves and colorful blooms. And so she would, for why deny herself the pleasure everyone else was free to experience?

Ochako was close to the outskirts of the gardens now. The massive height of the palace walls eclipsed all but the highest of the glittering stars. Even the moon could not breach its zenith, just barely peeking over the top of the square stone blocks. It was a poignant reminder that no matter how far Ochako sought to wander, she could never truly escape. Though her cage was wide, it still had bars in the end; she was but a bird who could only get the first taste of flight before she was cruelly reminded that the sky was beyond her reach. 

That wasn’t to say she was resentful. Despite the hither-tither and mountainous responsibility, Ochako loved her parents, and she loved her kingdom. She was actually quite eager to ascend the throne someday. However… She just wished that she could actually see her kingdom—not just the blurry smudge of buildings on the horizon or stolen glimpses through the curtains of a carriage. But that was one of the few luxuries Ochako was denied, at least until she became a queen proper. She could only come here, to the border between, and wonder if the world beyond the stone had a beauty comparable to the one she called home. 

“Soon,” she murmured to herself. “Until then, I must do my best in my studies.” And her tutors always said that one learned best when they had something to enjoy. Of course, none of them knew that Ochako’s hobby was stealing into the gardens late at night; they just thought she sewed or embroidered like any good and proper princess. Ochako much preferred the prick of a rose thorn to a cold silver needle, thank you very much. At least that came with the sweet aroma of a rose as a reward. Speaking of… If Ochako remembered correctly, there were rose bushes nearby this section of the wall. 

I’ll see the roses, and then I’ll head back to the castle. I should be getting to bed, she decided. Despite wandering this far, she was not yet sated. Doubt still clouded the back of her mind and hung heavy on her shoulders. Just a little bit longer, she told herself, and maybe she could return to the castle without her worries… at least until they returned with the rising sun. 

Ochako held up her skirts so she could scamper around a trimmed hedge to where she knew the rosebushes were. Her face illuminated with delight when they came into view, the rich red of the petals shining like velvet in the moonlight. She dropped her skirts as she approached in favor of cupping her fingers underneath two of the flowers, the petals soft as silk against the pads of her fingertips. But she could not completely abandon herself to the joy of admiring the roses; the tips of the thorns just barely pressed into her skin, a silent threat to keep her from reaching even a millimeter more. And Ochako respected the warning, keeping her touch to the lightest of caresses as she marveled at the ruby-hued blooms. 

Though Ochako would like to stay there all night, she knew that was not prudent. It would take another half an hour to trek back to the castle, and she didn’t want to betray her nightly adventures to her tutors on account of lack of sleep. So, she spent just a few moments more adoring the roses before pulling herself away. 

But before Ochako could take even a single step, she realized something strange. The gardens had gone… quiet. Too quiet. The gardens were as full of life at night as during the day; though the songbirds tucked their heads under their feathers with the falling of the sun, their melodies were soon replaced by those of the crickets and the frogs and the occasional nightbird. But there was no symphony in the garden now, just an eerie silence. There was only one reason why they would cease their tribute to the moon and stars. 

There was someone else here, someone they perceived as a threat. 

A shiver rocketed up and down Ochako’s spine as a twig snapped. It pierced the silent air like the crack of a whip, and it was even more jarring because it was close. When the hair began to rise on the back of Ochako’s neck, she knew—she was caught within the gaze of whatever predator was skulking in the shadows, be it man or beast. A cold sweat bloomed on her skin, the blood drained from her face, and a strong shiver gripped her body. Another twig snapped to her left, and she peered anxiously out of her peripheral vision just in time to see the hedge she had passed earlier shake violently. 

Though her heart thundered against her ribcage and her mind screamed at her to move, Ochako remained frozen in that spot. It was like the gardens had trapped her, wrapped her feet up in tight tendrils of roots to keep her from moving an inch. Had she misjudged them? Had they enticed her out with sweet promises and whispers of peace, only to reveal themselves at the last moment as a living beast desperate for her blood? The hedge rustled vigorously again, and then—

a dagger came flying out from behind Ochako. It embedded itself in the soft, loamy earth right as the weasel squeezed its slender body through a gap in the tightly twisted branches of the bush. When the silver blade punched into the dirt mere inches before its face, the weasel released a shrill squeal and puffed out every bit of its fur in fright. Then, it whipped around to wriggle back into the bush from whence it came, chittering angrily all the while. 

Ochako’s blink was slow, for her mind was struggling to process what had just happened. Everything lagged behind, including her instincts—so she didn’t even flinch when someone brushed past her to trudge over to the knife. The newcomer leaned down to pluck the dagger from the earth. As he rose, Ochako’s mind finally caught up with all the information it was being bombarded with—and she breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Hitoshi!” 

“Good evening, princess,” he purred as he turned to smirk at her. Once gloved hand dove into his messy lavender locks to push his bangs out of his eyes, while the other slipped the dagger into the holster strapped to his thigh over his trousers. The hilt clinked as it hit that of the gilded sword sheathed beside it, one of silver embedded with pink opals. His doublet was pink, too, and embroidered in white thread was the sigil of Ochako’s house. It was a symbol Hitoshi Shinso had to wear at all times, for he was Ochako’s one and only knight. 

“It’s dangerous to be in the gardens alone, Princess,” Hitoshi scolded playfully, crossing his arms as he walked up to her. Ochako’s cheeks began to burn, both from the embarrassment of being caught and the mortification that she had been so frightened of a mere weasel. She averted her gaze, and Hitoshi tutted at the way her lips poked out into a pout. “What would you have done if I wasn’t here, hmm? That weasel could have bitten your face off, you know,” he joked with a smug little waggle of his head. 

“Hitoshi, don’t tease,” she whined and face-palmed herself. How embarrassing, getting so worked up over a wild rodent! Ochako had been wandering these gardens since she could walk; she should have known that it was just a small nocturnal predator slinking about in search of food. She heaved another sigh, one of frustration this time, before dropping her hand to look dourly up at him. “What are you doing out here?” 

“Looking for you, of course.” He answered it like she should have known. In reality, she should have. Ochako and Hitoshi had known one another for their entire lives, for he had been placed in her service as soon as he was old enough to hold a wooden sword. Hitoshi knew everything about Ochako, including her habit of wandering the gardens. And Ochako knew everything about Hitoshi, including the fact that he always checked her quarters before retiring for the evening himself. She almost face-palmed herself again at the realization of her stupid mistake. How could she have not thought to leave after he’d come by to check on her?

It seemed this question was also at the forefront of his mind. The playful smirk dropped from his face, replaced by a serious and concerned frown. “Princess, you hardly ever wander out this far. What is on your mind?” 

Ochako could only smile wanly. Hitoshi had never been one to beat around the bush—and thanks to their history, he had the uncanny ability to perceive Ochako’s uncertainties, sometimes even before she became aware of them herself. She exhaled deeply, then turned to walk over to one of the stone benches nearby. Hitoshi waited until she had seated herself and beckoned him over before joining her. They were best friends, but he still insisted on maintaining that line that must exist between knight and princess; so he waited for her order before moving, and he seated himself with plenty of space between them. 

Ochako felt her heart clench, contorting with a pain like rose thorns piercing deep into the flesh. The world beyond the gardens wasn’t the only thing that was forbidden to Ochako. 

“Princess…” Hitoshi murmured encouragingly. But Ochako did not find herself comfited—just slightly annoyed. 

“How many times must I ask you to call me ‘Ochako’?” she grumbled. Look, she got it—Hitoshi had to maintain appearances. But surely when they were alone, they could forget the bond of princess and knight, and instead focus on the bond of friendship? That was the only one Ochako cared about, at least. 

Hitoshi hummed at her insolent question, head tipping to the side as he acknowledged her with glittering eyes. She puffed out her cheeks indignantly when she glared at him, and he only chuckled. 

“Come on, there’s no one around. Just say it once! ‘Ochako’!” she urged. Hitoshi just chortled throughout her little fit, which only served to stoke her ire. However, just as she opened her mouth to protest again, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth to lightly kiss the top of it. 

“If my princess wills it, so it shall be,” he murmured against her lips, his amethyst eyes boring into hers all the while. “Ochako.” 

Ochako’s heart fluttered in her chest, both at the sudden forwardness he was exhibiting and how utterly divine her name sounded on his tongue. Hitoshi had always possessed this languid, smooth way of speaking, as if his words dripped with honey; it was no secret that it drove the castle’s servant girls wild. As her name rolled off his tongue, coated in that sticky sweetness of his molasses-like voice, Ochako suddenly could appreciate what they all twittered about. 

“Now,” he hummed, looking quite satisfied with himself as he lowered her hand back to the bench. He let it go, but placed it just a short space away, still close enough for the tips of their pinky fingers to touch. “You have yet to answer my question. What is bothering you, my lady?” 

Though she had always found the pale purple of his eyes captivating, now, Ochako could not stand to meet them. She averted her gaze to her lap, and then began to worry her bottom lip between her teeth. Truly, there was so much that Ochako was denied. One thing… She just wanted one thing to be hers unfettered…

“Apparently,” she started in a quiet voice, “my parents have been talking about marriage candidates.” She’d overheard her tutors this morning while she was pretending to study in the library. Marriage had always seemed such a far-off thing, too busy was she preparing to inherit her parents’ throne. But she’d neglected to consider that marrying was quite a part of that. And now that Ochako was on the cusp of turning suitable age, it seemed that issue had come to the forefront of her parents’ minds. 

And it terrified her. Terrified her enough to flee to the far reaches of the gardens. But all she’d managed is reminding herself of the fact that she was caged, and that cage was about to grow smaller still. 

“Hitoshi, I—I don’t want to get married,” she whispered hoarsely. “Not to a stranger.” When she looked at him with wide, watery eyes, Hitoshi was just gazing piteously at her. She could tell that her agony hurt him too; his brows were pinched, his lips pulled down into a frown, and his eyes swam with pain. He reached up to tenderly cup her cheek, and though Ochako leaned into the touch, she could not help but lament the fact that her skin was brushing against the cloth of his glove and not his calloused palm. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, forcing the tears to leak out and onto the palm of his glove. “What do I do?”

“Ochako…” Hitoshi sighed. Despite the apprehension and misery tearing it apart, her battered heart still managed to flutter at the fact that he had used her name again. She felt him shift on the bench, and when she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find that he had closed the distance between them. Now there was nothing there—his thigh pressed against hers, his heart thumped inches from her own, and his face was so close. His eyes slowly wandered around her face, drinking in her lachrymose expression with a strangely blank look. He used his thumb to gently sweep the tears away, and then, he began to smile. 

“You didn’t hear the full conversation, did you?” he chuckled. Ochako blinked, her tears stopping short as confusion began to replace the sorrow. What on Earth was he on about? With an amused smirk, he tilted his head so that the tip of his nose just barely brushed against the bridge of hers. Electricity spiderwebbed from the point of contact, spreading through her body until it felt like she was simultaneously numb all over yet tingling with anticipation. “They aren’t talking about marriage candidates. There’s just one.” 

Ochako didn’t freak out. First of all, Hitoshi didn’t seem bothered about that fact, so there must be a reason. But for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what it was. On top of that, her poor brain was too overwhelmed with the closeness. It was nothing like any closeness they’d ever shared before. They’d been close in every platonic away imaginable—but this? This carried such a sense of romanticism that it had Ochako’s head spinning. 

So, she just stared up at him with an utterly bewildered expression. 

“Still don’t get it?” Hitoshi laughed. It was a laugh he only showed her—completely inhibited, eyes scrunching up and shoulders shaking as he tossed back his head. When he looked back at her, his cheeks were rosy with mirth, and his eyes gleamed with this certain something that made her heart flutter again. With a soft, content hum, he used his other hand to gently tuck a swathe of her hair behind her ear—and then he leaned forward so he could huskily whisper into it, “Ochako… They want you to marry me.” 

She couldn’t help the strangled sound that tore from her throat when her mouth dropped open. Of all the things that Hitoshi could have said, she’d never expected that. Of course, the surprise was rapidly overtaken by something else—joy.

“Truly?!” she explained as he retreated from her ear, and Hitoshi nodded. She clasped her hands together as tears sprung to her eyes anew, but they were not of sadness. 

Hitoshi’s suave smirk morphed into a bashful grin. His face was gradually turning the shade of the roses, but he tried not to seem as demure as he was as he asked, “So… This pleases you?” 

“Hitoshi, of course.” Even with as much emphasis as she put on the statement, it still wasn’t enough to convey just how much it did. She reached up to clasp his free hand in her own and squeeze it tight. “Hitoshi, I love you. How could I not, after how long we’ve been together, how much we have been through together?” Hitoshi would have stolen the moon and stars to lay at her feet if she but asked. So, the expression she gave him then was utterly lovestruck, smile serene and eyes lidded as love burst within their depths. 

“I wouldn’t want to marry anyone else in the entire world, even if they were a king among kings.”

“Well, that’s reassuring to hear,” Hitoshi said. He’d begun to regain his confidence thanks to Ochako’s answer, bringing that suave purr back to his voice. When he leaned his face back in to gently run the tip of his nose up the curve of her jawline, Ochako didn’t retreat; she leaned her head back to ease his path, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. He stopped at the junction of her ear and her jawline, placed a light kiss there, and then turned his face to murmur in her ear again. 

“So if we are already breaking social graces tonight… May I do something a bit bold?” 

Goosebumps sprouted all over Ochako’s body at the seductive rumble of his tone. She wasn’t even consciously aware of nodding in consent, but she must have, because next thing she knew, Hitoshi’s face had moved to gaze into her eyes. The fire burning within them, making his irises gleam like real amethysts, stopped her breath short in her lungs. It was just as well, because her breath would have been stolen anyway as soon as Hitoshi’s lips met hers. 

It was soft and sweet, everything Ochako dreamed of as her first kiss. Just a lingering brush of his mouth over hers, and then he was pulling back to tenderly cup her face with both his hands. He smiled giddily, and then he leaned in again, pecking her lips once, twice, three times. Ochako began to giggle when he began to pepper little kisses all over her face, simply drowning in his own excitement. But she let him, because each little peck of his lips against her skin made her body flush with warmth. 

And as the moonlight turned her gaze from the flowers to the far more beautiful sight of the two young lovers basking in their joy, Ochako closed her eyes to the feeling of its silvery glow washing over her. For as many times as she had wandered the gardens searching for peace, it at last felt like she had truly found it. 

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ー✧ prince!bakugou x royal guard!reader

"You dread what would have happened if His Highness accompanied you here. You dread what you would have to do to this crowd to keep them from touching him."

cw bkg 🫱🏽‍🫲🏼 unethical rescue tactics, reader is a bit scantily clad (thin nightgown) and someone has big feelings abt it. temporary sense of claustrophobia, descriptions of a very crowded room. i love aizawa i love uraraka i love kirishima i love poor deku i hope you enjoy this protective fluff. 4.1k

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Uraraka Ochako is functioning on four hours of sleep and a few well timed snacks. She’s led morning stretches for the first-shift guards, floated smithing equipment to the forge, freed a bird from the clocktower, and worked Sero’s horrible tape off the back of a fireproof Alderan cloak.

Since midnight it’s been nothing but Alderans pilling up in the courtyard. Every time staff thought they’d collected the last of them, two more would tumble through the gates– one fell from the fucking sky. Captain Hawks deployed from the garrisons at the sight of a flare and dropped Kirishima on castle grounds, crispy, an hour later.

Uraraka has made her morning rounds four times over and polished her cuisses to thinning. She helped Miss Nemuri battle the Alderan Prince to bed and found furs for singed Kirishima. Even off-duty she’s still in her greaves and chausses because without weight on her legs she’d get so distracted she might simply float away. She couldn’t sleep. Not when there was one person missing all night. Until half an hour ago, everyone from the forest fire was accounted for except for Master Aizawa.

When she enters the throne room ahead of you, he’s standing beside the queen no worse for his usual wear. There are a menacing amount of people squeezed inside and the wall of open windows does nothing to make the crowd less oppressive. Off-shift guards, generals, military personnel, butlers, even the kitchen staff are spriting from one corner of the room to the other to try and provide the unexpected guests with appropriate refreshments. You look pale when Uraraka checks behind her, and you feel cold in her hand.

“Y/n?”

You nod, but don’t quite look at her. You’re busy peering out at the seagulls flying past and stumbling on your nightgown hem, like crossing the threshold of the throne room stripped you of all the coordination you displayed just minutes ago. The hodgepodge of royal advisors have squeezed into this modest room for an emergency meeting, but they’re shouting and squabbling like a group of children loud enough to deafen horses at the edge of town. They’re here because of the flame mage.

Uraraka stops trying to navigate through the crowd and turns to you, “Are you feeling sick?”

“I’m alright.”

Do you realize you’re whispering? Or that you answered too quickly?

She pulls your hand a bit and steps even closer, “Is it like last night– like the poison?”

One voice cannot be heard over another, one face cannot be seen for long before moving behind a chest or shoulder or otherwise being walked in front of. Uraraka realizes it was silly to take you from the hospital directly to the queen, even if you were requested. She should have objected. To be fair to herself, she didn’t anticipate the chaos.

A gentleman trips on the corner of a rug and causes enough of a fuss around the pair of you that you’re being bumped by guests from all angles. You look agitated.

“Do you need a chair?”

“Just tell me what your queen needs from me.”

The sound of your heartbeat shouldn’t be so loud in your ears considering the long hum of hundreds of voices around you. You realize you’re staring at the floor and when you look back up, Uraraka stands just inches away with a grounding hold on your hand. She's warm too, like Kirishima. Too warm, she’s too close to you and her hold is too tight.

There’s a bit of movement in the space beside your head and taking a second to focus, Uraraka spies a shock of green hair bumbling through the throng towards her. She knows this particular friend will not be a huge help in this particular moment but what she doesn’t anticipate is your light footwork the second he breaks through the crowd. Poor Deku. He would have been okay if he hadn’t steadied himself on your shoulder after wrestling free of the crowd.

“Hey Och–!”

With eyes still unfocused and balance still off, you kick a foot between his legs, take solid hold of his hand, and then he’s flying– fully airborne– over the back of your head and onto the marble floor. Uraraka barley pushes a pair of diplomats behind her fast enough to keep his red boot from knocking out any teeth. A hush ripples immediately through the crowd.

“Deku you can’t just grab people!”

The short young man gapes up at you from the spot where you have him pinned to the floor. Freckles and nervous eyes, a slight smile, he whispers, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper back immediately.

“That’s enough!” Another voice, a tired voice, breaks through the mortifying silence and kick-starts the chaos again. You release your hold on the boy who is quick to pick himself up and bow his head, but people are moving, generals or ordering, waitstaff are fussing, all around you again. You don’t have Uraraka’s hand to hold. The boy could be apologizing, his mouth is moving for sure, Uraraka is gone– you’re trying to excuse yourself to a young woman whose foot you’ve tread, but she’s replaced by an old man in blue cloaks, then he’s replaced by a spindly child with a silver horderve tray and it’s becoming terribly difficult to stay afloat.

“Y/n,” The tired voice becomes clear again. You raise your head and Aizawa is standing in front of you, borne from the crowd pushing past. He takes another step forward and it’s so much easier to concentrate on his dark coat in the colorful chaos.

He doesn’t seem to be burned, or maimed, or...ghost-like, and he is not phased by the swarms of expensively dressed men shouldering past the pair of you. You don’t know where the boy or Uraraka went and you haven’t introduced yourself to the queen who must be in here s–

“Y/n.”

“Yes, sir.” You snap back to attention.

Aizawa’s caught your eyes wandering to the windows again and when he says your name it’s low and clear, “May I?” You nod. He pinches the collar of your nightgown with his long fingers and clasps the silver neckline closed with a brooch.

“You’re in the throne room. How do you feel?”

“Well, sir.”

“You were injured last night, do you feel any side effects?”

“I’m–I feel fuzzy.”

Panic subsides with nothing to focus on but the man in front of you. He stands close and works slowly. When your eyes are no longer pounding with your pulse you take a glimpse of his handiwork at your chest and melt a little at the shining dragontooth below your collarbone. White and unburnt, heavy and familiar. Aizawa rests his hand over your chest when he finishes his adjustments and your heartbeat slows considerably under the pressure. No one bumps into you anymore.

“You were very brave last night Y/n, thank you.”

You think you thank him in response but you’re having a difficult time taking your eyes off his hand where that pressure keeps your lungs from overflowing with panic. You close them instead.

“You’re in the throne room, are you meant to be here?”

“Yes sir.”

“You don’t like tight spaces do you?”

“I’m alright, sir.”

“It helps to focus on one thing in a situation like this.” He lifts from your dragontooth and replaces the warmth with two hands on either shoulder. Briefly, he glances over your head to the crowd undulating, not daring to crash into the black guard, before tipping his head back down to you,

“What are your orders? You should be in bed.”

The presence of the crowd beyond their clicking howling and clinking is only in the absence of fresh air to breathe. The overwhelming chaos of the room is subdued now, dull save for seagull cries and Master Aizawa watches on patiently like he knows that he’s the reason for your peace.

How many orders had you received this week? You blink a few times as you remember and become fully aware of the tragedy of your mission; Queen Mitsuki’s letter to Her Majesty Todoroki, one of the only two things you were tasked with protecting, is ash in a forest miles away.

“I– have no orders. I was requested for an audience.”

“Unhand me!”

Aizawa’s hand at your shoulders becomes a grip when new noise vibrates from a far corner of the room. 

“– if you don’t–!”

A horrible tide overcomes the crowd, slowly at first, then the pull of a thousand eyes, heads and legs towards the sound of the commotion. Exactly what you always dread, the sea of people begins to churn and it is never the threat of the crowd that chills you but what a crowd can do to itself.

The voice turns into many which turns into shouting over the single note of chatter. They’re fighting, someone has started a fight in the throne room and you haven’t even managed to catch a glimpse of the queen or her mighty entourage yet so the room must be vast and the crowd must be plenty and there is a much higher chance than you’re comfortable with, of stampede.

The old guard doesn’t have time to be gentle with you when he pulls away, “Can you manage the crowd?”

“Yes sir.”

And you both understand that this is an order, not a question, not a concern.

“Shinsou!” He calls over your head before diving into the thrawl, “Help our Alderan control this traffic.”

As Aizawa disappears into the swell, the relief of Shinsou’s name floods. Every member of your party had been recovered from last night’s fire. You swivel, hoping to catch sight of the young guard coming your way before you begin to help the Takoban staff herd these guests like Aizawa instructed, but instead of Shinsou there are a pair of wide redrimmed eyes standing much too close.

“You’re the Alderan guard?”

Heads turn.

When a great gaggle of creatures come together, it is the sheepdog’s job to gather them. When a dragon takes up residence in a castle it’s mistaken for a jewel rich cave, it is an Alderan’s job to come and relocate them.

“I heard him say it,” the person presses closer, “you’re a member of the Alderan party.”

Sometimes though it is a sheep’s job to wreak as much havoc as possible. The crowd, still generally flowing toward the tussle at the front of the room, has decided that you too are interesting.

“Have you spoken to the queen?” Is the first of many things you hear when a wall of well dressed backs becomes a ring of eager faces.

“Where is your–”

“–does Aldera have–”

As you attempt to find footing suitable for a military member of your standing, a stiff breeze reminds you that you’re not wearing anything more than a cotton nightgown. There’s no sword at your hip, no medals at your chest past Jeanist’s heirloom dragontooth, and only a flimsy ribbon holding back your braid.

“– can you– will this affect the–”

“–was quick!”

“How hot–”

The Takoban King must truly love war for his council to be so large, and for the people in it to be so joyous in their involvement. Flies on corpses.

More and more people break away from the forward flow of the crowd as they realize who you are and not one of them thinks to give you breathing space. You become the room’s second center of gravity. Where the hell is Shinsou?

“I will answer–” you attempt and then spin to apologize to a man you’ve bumped into, “– your questions– I will–”

What is causing this fuss? One bandit in the woods? Alderan company? Are these the manners of Takoba?

Your breath sticks to your throat in the questioning swarm while they push you deeper through them– like you’ve been swallowed by a great snake. You can’t embarrass your country by using force on royal advisors but the constriction of your arms against your side makes it difficult not to raise your voice.

“Where is your party?”

“Who is– charge–”

“You’ve brought danger!”

“Where is your prince?”

Your prince. You dread what would have happened if His Highness and friends accompanied you here. You dread what you would have to do to this crowd to keep them from touching him.

“Excuse me,” you duck as you murmur lukewarm apologies in escape. You must find Shinsou.

A short woman in tails is at your eye-level like this and she begins a barrage of questions about Alderan foreign policy when you error eye contact. One foot in front of the next only introduces you to a new polished nobel and either their disdain or their cross examination. Pushing forward isn’t working. What happened to the vast throne room? Why does it shrink when you move through it?

Your clothes are too tight– your skin is too tight and the hair brushing the back of your neck will surely kill you. You jerk an arm when a brave soul grabs hold of your bicep and force your shoulder stiff in its socket to stop yourself from striking. Their voices melt into itching static, you feel their mosquito bites in the goosebumps of your flesh.

“Where��”

How will you help to manage this crowd when you can’t even walk through it? You don’t want to be alone anymore, this– you, you won’t remember how to get back now.

“You’re a soldier?”

“– and how many–”

“Alderan! Were there weapons or onl–”

A firecracker pop screams in the open air above all of you and you’re gasping when your hearing comes back, long enough to focus on the whistle and crack of a shot in the chamber. One more keeps the static from filling your ears again, and steals the attention of the generals not yet bored by your silence.

“Move,” detonates as a voice off the walls.

Bodies roll past you, through you, to continue their questions without getting crushed by the parting crowds. They can’t yet see the person attached to the voice or the reason for the parting, but you know the owner of the sparks that splash across the blue-green ceiling, and you would follow them forever and a day.

Prince Bakugou, in all his milk golden glory steps through the swarm like a threat.

Generals that swallow you whole don’t approach him and you itch to be closer, but the questions don’t subside just because a new Alderan guest has appeared and in fact they seize on the opportunity to ask you for an introduction.

Your heartbeat is just the ringing of a dented bell, over, and over again and you feel its pulse in your jaw when you open your mouth to speak. No words come out now– now that your arms are trapped at your side and you’ll never be free of this–

“Oi!”

The bell rings louder.

“What–you! Off of her!”

And the person taking their turn to interrogate you is flung forcefully from frame, along with the waitstaff they grab in a panic and take to the ground. And he’s right there, the prince standing directly before you, a vast clearing behind him, growling and billowing smoke. His red eyes aren’t gentle but they pierce your soul with warm homesick.

Having tossed aside the only things between you, other advisors trip over themselves to escape the prince’s course. Some even try to hide behind you. Gold crackles in his palms as he watches you hurriedly catch your breath– why is he here? He’s close enough to touch again and he’s cleared a path to you like the room was empty.

“Highness,” you bow your head and rush to blink the last of the shock from your eyes.

The prince grits his teeth. The veins in his jaw splinter his sculpted cheeks, “You–” he growls. The crowds swell behind him in both size and volume and then flinch when he jerks back around, “– you dare treat an Alderan like your entertainment! Filthy fucking searats–” an explosion from each hand punctuates his rage. 

You flinch. Your eyes flood at the sudden noise and your proximity to it, though something more exhausted than tears, and you realize you may be the one in need of a doctor out of the pair of you.

“C’mere,” the prince locks eyes with an unfortunately close diplomat and snatches their furred collar to many cries and general protest from the fleeing crowd, “You think it’s funny eh? To pull a member of my party from the hospital and ambush her in her bedclothes?” The man sheds a few tears of his own as the prince shakes him. 

On the first day of winter the queen and her son Dance Peruro with their citizens. Paint their faces with pomegranate wine and strip off their furs to the waist, and then open the caste gates to let townsfolk pour in for feasts and holiday songs. You are always terribly anxious on the sidelines with Jeanist while trying to follow the crowd’s skipping and yowling to make sure that the queen is safe. The king watches his family from the sidelines too, but much less anxiously and mostly with hands full of food.

In the dance, wild limbs fly like fist fight and there is always, always shouting. Screaming thanks to the heavens while leaping round a great bonfire to singsong horns and strings. The Dance Peruro is destructive and it’s beautiful to watch two pairs of red eyes full of joy, dance together in the crowd that loves them.

Bakugou looks elated in this scene, red eyes slits and filled with excitement. Gold twinkles in his ears. He finally gets to flex his magic even if it is inside another kingdom’s throne room and practiced on another kingdom’s citizens, but how on Earth you’re going to apologize to the Takoban queen– to master Aizawa– you have no idea.

The prince raises his captive off their feet and hurls them into the crowd hard enough to knock a few sturdy generals to the ground. His arms threaten to tear from the confines of his silky white shirt in his passion. With his back turned you still know exactly the expression he’s making and you’re just relieved that he’s safe. It doesn’t cross your mind to detain him.

“Gimme those pretty coats or I’ll skin them off you.”

Just about everyone within earshot either scrambles backwards or starts to strip their outer layers in confusion. An old man in fine blue robes flees through the clearing at the exact time that the masses start to shuffle and thrum against one another, but Bakugou snatches him by the back of the neck and releases a hellstorm of orange and pink strong enough to eject the man from his capes and clear across the room.

“Classic Takoba hospitality, huh? You parade all your guests around in their underwear?”

With the space created by your prince’s rage, the full glory of the throne room becomes clear. In the empty circle around the pair of you the fine white rugs shine like spotlights. They’re stitched with blue emblems– blue flames– that climb across the floor, from stone to window, elven door to throne. The throne.

Most of the crowd has rushed to the entrance in escape, no doubt trapping Aizawa with their terrible fuss, and so the crystalline space all the way at the back of the room is open. And it is where the queen sits in her sea glass throne. Dozens of silver suited guards surround the base of her throne’s raised platform to protect her from your prince’s squalor, Shinsou and Uraraka among them– the freckled boy too. 

It’s a struggle not to shout for help. Or rush to her side, for the queen’s fragility lights up every protective instinct, every resuscitative urge in your body; surely she is drowning and you are appalled momentarily, that no one feels it important to save her life.

Icy white skin reflects the light of the afternoon sun and her eyes are dark and sallow. They might even be closed but you’re not close enough to see. You should be closer, she needs someone to keep her from tumbling to the floor like a limply sewn doll. Long light hair trickles over her shoulders to the point where her skirts meet her bodice like a shoreline. She is made of lace. Lace instead of flesh and seems too cold and stiff to survive another moment without proximity to a fireplace. Her Majesty sits with her hands in her lap and does not react to the chaos.

Behind you, your prince is a shark in a school of fish. Royal advisors at the back of the line to flee, panic earnestly now and guards at the edge of the room rim the onlookers, unsure of whether they’re permitted– or able– to subdue this royal guest. But the prince doesn’t snatch anymore lords and instead turns to you as candy sweet smoke rises to the ceiling now that no one is as interested in bothering Alderans as they are in finding something else, deep inside the castle, to busy themself with.

He’s still grinning when he swings around, but you’re not fooled, not even by his concern. You anticipate the scowl before his grin falls because you know that hates to look at you.

If your bad habit is eye contact you fear the prince’s may be aversion. 

“Cover yourself,” he grumbles and thrusts the old man’s blue robes into your chest but he doesn’t let go quite fast enough. He holds both you and the stolen clothes there like someone who has something more to say, so you blink up to him. Your white nightgown whips around your calves.

Prince Bakugou was poured from molten gold. He doesn’t look at you but he doesn’t storm away, he doesn’t leave the clearing that he’s made for the two of you and you think he’s trying to say something when his gaze finally flickers from the space above your head to someplace below your dragontooth. 

You can tell he’s holding back something calloused and loud by the way he bites hard at his lip. Instead he growls low in the space between you, “Return to your room at once.” And then barks for Kirishima.

“Coming!” The kind voice replies, echoing somehow in every direction. From your spot in the center of the room you can just barely make out red hair and a raised arm milling through the last fifty or so people trying to squeeze through the silver doors and out into the safety of the castle entryway. The Champion is much more polite than his prince and winds his hulking body gracefully through the throng before finally stumbling into the clearing. The prince doesn’t have any trouble looking at Kirishima.

“Take her back– get back upstairs, the lot of you. I don’t wanna hear a single Alderan peep for the rest of the day.”

This feels hypocritical, but Kirishima just smiles like a bowl of bread dough and takes up the open space by your side when the prince begins marching to the back of the room.

Anticipating your concern the Champion leans down to explain, “He has a formal audience with the queen.” 

It’s too far to see clearly, but the Queen of Takoba hasn’t seemed to move a single inch in the past few minutes. How is Bakugou going to speak with a ghost?

Kirishima gestures to the piles of rumpled clothes at your feet that the prince threatened off of people in the crowd, “And it looks like you have your pick of fine coats, Y/n.” The smile of his voice keeps you from speculating for too long. You know it’s time to go.

The sweet giant takes the cloak from your arms as he guides you back into the depths of the castle, and you note the gentle way he secures it around your shoulders without touching you at all, “Where is Aizawa?” you ask while nodding your thanks.

“Oh he's taking a long drink in the kitchens.”

With the Champion at your side, you give the throne one more glance over your shoulder before stepping through the silver doors, but at this distance you can only distinguish Shinsou and his blue windswept tunic from the crowd of guards and your prince. You raise your hand beside your head in parting and the apprentice slips his own out from where he’s standing formal and so, so far away, with his hands behind his back. You smile.

While you and Kirishima puzzle your way back through the castle, off in the distances beyond great columns and disgruntled chilly diplomats, through the windy, salty, seashell castle, a blue light quivers in the dark.

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Even More "who's the best ship" an im still keeping the ones that got less than like 5 votes last time

second part here and well the first part is linked there

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once i do like, 12 of these ship things, im gonna pit them all against eachother

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[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You turned off the engine of the car, taking in the area that surrounded you and your best friend. You knew that Kaminari had been able to make a career off of just YouTube alone but this exceeded your expectations as to how he lived. Sure it wasn’t the most impressive neighborhood you’ve been invited to, but it sure as hell didn’t seem like a neighborhood you or Hitoshi could afford to live at in this moment in your lives.

You take a breath, then turn to Hitoshi who was busying himself on his phone, probably being too invested by people arguing on twitter.

“Hey.”

His brown eyes were suddenly looking into your eyes, there was an anxious look in his eyes, but he hid it well. Hitoshi rose an eyebrow at you, probably already annoyed by the fact that he knows you’re going to say something that might make him feel emotions.

“Thank you for coming with, I love you.”

A small blush fell on his cheeks before he reached out and shoved your face away from him. You started laughing at his emotional constipation, which only made him continue to mess with you. You were quickly able to get his hands away from you, just one of the pros of why you go to the gym. The two of you headed out of the car and walked up the driveway, making small comments about the interesting decorations that littered the front porch. In a way it reminded you of the shared home you had with Hitoshi, admiring the pride flag that hung proudly blowing in the wind. Hitoshi rang the doorbell, and after hearing an absurd amount of noise coming from the other side of the door (Taylor’s version from the vault) the door swung right open.

“Hey y/n!”

Kaminari had a wide grin on his face, and was wearing black sweatpants and a band t-shirt. You quickly greeted the blond back, before squinting at his shirt to get a better look. Your eyes widened as a sly smile spread across your face realizing it was a Foo Fighters shirt, knowing that was one of Hitoshi’s favorite bands. You were tempted to point it out for your best friend but you made the conclusion that even if you said something you didn’t think either of them would notice.

To say that Kaminari had heart eyes, was an understatement. You don’t think you’ve even seen someone in a rom-com look that head over heals, and of course looking at your best friend you swear you could see hearts circling around Hitoshi’s head.

“Hey Shinsou, I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“You can call me Hitoshi.”

To a stranger, Hitoshi maybe just looked a little off his game, but after knowing this man for seven years you could easily tell how flustered he truly was. Kaminari was flushed with a big goofy grin on his face while Hitoshi’s posture was unlike you’ve ever seen him stand. It was pretty funny, seeing them give each other heart eyes.

“Oh, well uhm Hitoshi-“

“Hey Guys! Welcome to the crib!”

Kirishima, as loud and energetic as ever, popped up out of what seemed like nowhere. He was wearing gym clothes, athletic shorts and a tank top, but from what you can tell that’s probably just what his entire closet is full of. Kirishima’s grin stretched across his face with his arm draping around Kaminari. Though there was a sudden interruption, Kaminari didn’t seem to want to look away, while Hitoshi started to look away and peek into the home.

“How many people are here right now?”

You watched as Kaminari’s face fell, his love trance quickly falling, suddenly nervous to make Hitoshi uncomfortable.

“Yeah oh god y/n I completely forgot to tell you.”

You were honestly surprised that Kaminari would be taking to you again. You smiled politely grabbing for Hitoshi’s arm to keep him from bursting into the house uninvited. Hitoshi has a habit of not caring what others think of him, not that you think Kaminari would care. The blond would probably let Hitoshi do whatever he wanted and he would still be looking at your best friend like he was the only thing that matters in the world.

“It’s okay, you gave me a heads up beforehand. Now, can we come in?”

Kaminari’s face flushed, shoving Kirishima out of the way making you snort. You let go of Hitoshi and let him go in first, following close behind him.

Immediately you found ruby red eyes glaring into yours. It was almost laughable how quickly you spotted him, and as soon as you found comfortable eye contact he looked away.

You rolled your eyes. You should have known better he wouldn’t actually act like he knows you, especially because just a couple weeks ago your tongue was practically in his throat.

“Hey y/n! Shinsou! Come sit with us!”

Mina was sitting on the floor, back to the couch with Sero sitting on the couch behind her. You honestly have never really talked to Sero, but he always seemed like the kind of person you could come up to and strike up a conversation with no problem.

This time around, Hitoshi stays behind you, letting you make the first move. You wanted to laugh at how awkward the two of you were being, desperately hoping that they didn’t notice.

After a little more small talk, you all were able to sit around the coffee table, keeping your distance with Bakugou, and open up your laptop and start up the editing software.

“Holy shit! I forget how beautiful Katsuki is!”

It seemed those words left Kaminari’s mouth before he thought through the consequences of what could happen. Immediately the whole room bursted into laughter. Bakugou’s face went bright red, but you were probably the only person to notice because your eyes immediately fell to his figure when Kaminari made that comment. He caught you staring, but you challenged him with keeping eye contact and a wild smile.

“Yeah he’s definitely perfect for his job.” You kept eye contact, enjoying how his blush became more apparent.

His friends made a couple more jokes, but Kaminari quickly recovered and started to talk you through editing. Hitoshi sat on the chair behind you while you and Kaminari sat on the floor. Hitoshi and Kaminari were obnoxiously flirting the entire time, and you soon noticed that Kirishima and Mina also seemed to be head over heels with each other.

Besides all the flirting, it really was a nice time. Having serious conversations about your job and being able to talk to people who actually seemed to be interested in you. You also worried that they wouldn’t get you and Hitoshi’s rude comments or dry humor, but thankfully the two of you fit right in.

You noticed Bakugou seemed to get more and more comfortable, being able to read his body language throughout the hang out. Watching his biceps flex underneath his cuffed t-shirt sleeve, even enjoying the fact he was wearing (gray) sweatpants.

Suddenly, the fact that you’ve been so bold hits you like a punch to the gut and you feel yourself get shy. You weren’t interested in a relationship right now. Especially not with your client that the only spark you created was when the two of you were drunkenly making out at a party like a couple of horny high schoolers.

“Hey y/n did you know that Katsuki can cook?”

You snapped out of your inner thoughts, turning your head to Mina and the wicked smile she was shooting you. You cocked an eyebrow at her, putting your elbow up on Hitoshi’s lap behind you. He immediately put his hands on your arm, fiddling with the bracelets on your wrist.

“Wow so he can pose in front of a camera and make a meal? Now that’s a whole package.”

Kaminari and Sero were giggling like a kid. You honestly were enjoying how well this evening was going, especially how happy your best friend seemed to be.

Mina chuckled at your comment but continued. “It’s more than a meal y/n, it’s an experience.”

Her smile was wide, and there was a sparkle in your eye as she leaned toward you. When Kirishima came into the house with you, he stole Sero’s spot behind Mina, making him able to take her shoulders and lean her away.

You smiled gently at their domestic lifestyle, then turned to Bakugou.

“You wanna show me what you got?”

Thirty minutes later, filled with constant bickering between you and the ash blond, dinner was on the table for your friends. The two of you served something simple yet delicious, panang curry. Everyone seemed very happy for actual food in front of them, and the whole group ate so much they were scraping the food off their plate. You and Bakugou shared a small victory smile, and you soon realized how well you two work together.

Throughout the process of making the food, Bakugou always had something to say at your style of cooking, but you did catch him looking at how you did certain things. Besides that fact, it was quite nice being able to cook with someone who didn’t have a chance to burn down the whole house (aka your entire friend group), and being able to watch everyone interact with each other and yourself. Sero was sat in a seat that made him closer to you, starting up casual conversation with you. You couldn’t say you didn’t blame him, given the fact that Mina and Kirishima were annoyingly flirting, along with now Hitoshi and Kaminari. However, you felt as if you were possibly doing the same with the so-called cook that was right next to you. There was plenty of space for the two of you to be far away from each other and not brushing hands by accident, but you always found Bakugou right next to you. His body heat radiating off of him and onto you. You unwillingly thought of what it would like to be with him, your delusional mind making up some sort of fantasy living with him and doing this every night. You desperately shooed that thought away, not wanting to catch feelings for him. You had been through so much this past year, you didn’t want all your hard work to be ruined by some relationship. You were the type to put your all into someone, and somehow it always ended up with you being heart broken.

“I knew that Denki had a thing for purple hair over there, but I didn’t think it was that sickening.”

Bakugou’s voice was low, head down but near you so you could hear. The two of you decided to clean up the mess you made, wiping the counter and washing the dishes. The group insisted on helping out but you and Bakugou made them sit and watch the movie they picked out. Turns out neither you or Bakugou enjoyed the movie so it worked out. (You decided not to think about that yet another common interest you two shared).

You smiled at his comment, grateful that someone else noticed how disgustingly in love they seemed.

“I always had a thought Toshi liked Kaminari, but I never pushed it because he isn’t really the type to talk about feelings like that, so I never asked.”

Your focus was on the dish in your hands, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed Bakugou’s head rise to look at you.

“Really? Little miss ‘let’s make a dream board on how I feel about this certain color’ is best friends with someone who doesn’t like to talk about his feelings?”

His words were teasing, but just like that conversation a couple days ago in the meeting room, his tone was curious, wanting to know more.

You just chuckled, putting the plate on the drying rack next to the sink. You watched as Bakugou moved to the oven, where there were towels resting on the handle. It honestly cracked you up to see the built, handsome and ever stoic man with using a dish towel that said “when in doubt, pull out” with an oven on it but clearly the boys bought it for a completely different reason. You made a mental note to ask the boys where they got it from.

“Well you know what they say Bakugou, opposites attract.”

You smiled sweetly at him, but not really thinking about him. Your mind went back to the first day you and your best friend met.

It was the summer before college, you were moving in early because you were desperate to leave the house. Turns out your roommate and soon to be close friend, Ochako, had the same idea. The two of you got along very quickly, and she soon explained to you that her friend group from high school were still very close and she asked you if you wanted to hang out with them. You were not yet the person you were today, still shy and an anxious mess. You felt as if that idea was a bad one. You feared that you would be awkward and out of place the whole time. Let’s be honest, an entire friend group that can survive high school and still want to hang out together were very close. You felt as if you’d be interrupting those good vibes and would stick out like a sore thumb. However, that was when you realized Ochako was a very persuasive person, and somehow you found yourself at a small coffee shop with six other people. At the time, Izuku and Shoto were a new couple, and Momo and Jirou weren’t even together, neither was Ochako and Tenya.

Then, there was Hitoshi. Ochako explained that he came in a little later, someone Izuku had to practically force to hang out with them. Surely but slowly the two of you gravitated together, the more Ochako invited you to hang out with them, the more you and Hitoshi were able to form a friendship. Soon enough, the two of you started to hang out on your own, having much more in common than you thought.

The two of you went through hell together, surviving petty fights, miscommunications, and having to deal with each others toxic partners at the time. It scared you shitless when you felt as if you were going to lose him. Though he wasn’t big on feelings, he always put that aside and reassured you.

Your eyes found him sitting on the couch, looking much more comfortable than he did when the two of you first arrived. You felt your heart swell, so happy that you were lucky enough to have someone like that in your life, and most importantly that he was happy and safe.

You turned back to Bakugou, now handing him another dish. There was a different look in his eyes that you couldn’t say you recognized.

“Yeah?” He whispered, making you aware of the comment you made about you and Hitoshi’s relationship.

“Yeah,” you said back, but more nonchalant. “And that’s what’s going to make Kaminari and Hitoshi such an amazing couple.”

You went back to doing the dishes, wanting to keep talking so you can distract yourself from thinking about the way Bakugou looked at you. “I can’t believe they’ve been secretly pining over each other for ten fucking years, I mean come on, that’s just pathetic.”

Bakugou snorted, allowing you to fathom that he was next to you, towel on his shoulder leaning on the counter with his arms crossed which perfectly showed just how ripped he is. You felt a little claustrophobic at this sudden closeness, but the demon on your shoulder convinced you to stay within this close proximity that the blond created.

“Yeah, having to watch all these idiots fall in love with each other. Including your idiots.”

You allowed yourself to laugh at that, but it also made you not able to be that close to Bakugou. So, you shoved a pan into his chest and made him put it away. You sighed a breath of relief, feeling your face flush. His smell still lingered around you, leaving you to remind yourself just how addicting that smell was.

“It was quite painful to see Ochako and Tenya in the same room as each other. I mean it was just so obvious!”

In the middle of your frustration, because your hands were still wet from washing dishes, water splashed everywhere, including the man standing next to you. His face wrinkled immediately, you had to cover your mouth in order to keep in the laughter that would surely shake the house. There was no better description of his face other than a cat getting flicked by water. It was just so funning to see a man who looked like that look so…cute.

“And that’s why you shouldn’t stand so close to me.”

You were able to compose yourself from laughter and embarrassment, using Bakugou’s towel to dry your hands. He huffed at you, and snatched the towel away from you to dramatically wipe his face. Because your friends were still watching the movie you wanted to stay quiet, you had to lean over to cover your face to make your laughter quieter. Without even realizing it, you leaned forward into Bakugou’s chest, your face literally being smothered by him. You wanted to panic, but you were still giggling so you stayed there for a couple more moments. Finally catching a breath, you were able to resort back to your normal posture, now being able to see Bakugou’s face. His cheeks and the tips of his ears were bright red, but he had the smallest smile at your uncontrollable giggling. Jokingly, you shoved him away, busying yourself in an attempt to not fully comprehend what has just happened.

“So how were you when we were in high school? Any annoying relationships?”

His voice wobbled a bit, but he played it cool. Obviously that stunt you pulled also affected him.

“Oh you know, I grew up in the south so there wasn’t many dating options. I actually had to lower my standards in order to ‘get some.’

You rolled your eyes as you thought back to all the people you dated, and for some reason continued to talk out loud.

“I dated like two guys in high school, both traumatized me to the bone. As for girls, I never actually officially ‘dated’ them because, you know, homophobia.”

Your hands moved as you explained the sad stories of your dating life, worried that you were being annoying. However you glanced at Bakugou and realized that he was staring at you with that look in his eyes again, having fully caught his attention with your blabbering.

“Had a couple of situationships with girls, it was so awful. It made me so frustrated that we couldn’t just date, you know? And the college happened and I officially dated a girl, and it was good until she cheated on me, with her ex.”

Bakugou winced at that last part, and you laughed it off, regretting even telling him this. Why were you telling him this?

“But it’s okay! I met another guy and it was a really good time, we had to break up just due to a loss of spark, and after that I just…haven’t dated since. Honestly I don’t know when I want to start dating again, after all the shit I’ve been through I just can’t risk dating right now.” You chuckled, reminiscing all of your past exes.

However, what you didn’t realize was that Bakugou had gone stiff, taken aback by what you had just said. Suddenly, the mood in the room shifted, and Bakugou began to distance himself from you.

“What about you, man? Any crazy exes you wanna vent about?”

You turned to look at him, but his face was far away from you now, and there was a very different look set upon his face. You furrowed your eyebrows at the change in his attitude, and watched him hang up the towel.

“Nah, I’ve always been the crazy one.”

He looked back up at you, and the two of you maintained eye contact. You felt like you just lost the connection that was starting the grow between the two of you. The past hour and a half of bonding and bickering like and old married couple was now long gone, as there was an ocean between you two.

“I think I’m gonna head home, gotta get up early tomorrow.”

Before you could even think of a reply, he left, leaving you standing in the kitchen alone, feeling emotions you haven’t felt in a long time. A shiver went down your spine.

What the fuck happened?

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enchanted

HOLY SMOKES that was a lot

y’all poor things just wanted an smau and im like making y’all read a whole ass book dear lord

my sincerest apologies, i promise the next episode will have no written content. good lord.

anyways! hope you enjoyed! a LOT went down and the plot is getting spicyyyyyy i’m excited and you should be too!!

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“I’ll kill you.”

Eijirou Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary : Kirishima protects you at a highschool party, like the gentleman he is🤭

• CW - Drinking, attempted SA, manipulation, violence •

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“Well I think we should go!” {Y/N} mumbles, getting close to her mirror, drawing on her eyes with the black eyeliner in between her hand.

A frown creeps onto Eijirou’s lips, his brows furrowing as he sighs. “{Y/N} I don’t think it’s a good idea to go to a party, especially with Shiketsu students going. It’s like you’re asking for trouble.” You roll your eyes, your friend doesn’t trust Shiketsu students, especially after one of the students tried to ask you out.

Being the stubborn girl that your are, you continue to slip on a black jean skirt, and a grey long sleeved shirt. “Well if we’re going, could you atleast wear somethin’ less..” he eyes your figure “..eye catching.” Whipping your head around to the spikey toothed boy, you shot him a weird look. “Sorry, you look great.” He showed a soft smile, looking away once again as he sat up from your bed. Kirishima is already kind enough on his own, but he seemed way to protective to just be in a ‘friend way’. He would never admit having feelings for you though, the thoughts in the back of his head made him think it would destroy your friendship.

You walked up to him, and grabbed a handful of his red hair, he kept it down tonight, out of character for him. “You need to dye your hair soon, or people will know your little secret!” He laughed, “yeah I know.. maybe tomorrow?” He hated the idea of you and Mina both knowing his so called ‘terrible secret’ but it was too late to care anymore, it’s not like you’d tell anyone.

[ KIRISHIMA POV ]

After {Y/N} grabs her phone, she grabs onto my arm as we head down to the common area. I ever so slightly stay behind her, making sure she’s always in my line of vision. Kaminari and Shinsou spot us and begin to approach us, “lookin’ good, doll!” He puts a thumbs up, winking at {Y/N} I hide the overwhelming feeling of.. jealousy? Not like she’s my property, it just didn’t feel right for Kaminari to do that.

“Why don’t you boys walk with us to the party? The more the merrier!” {Y/N} says with such excitement, what’s got her so eager for these two to walk with us? It’s whatever, they are our friends and she’s just being friendly. “Uh.. hell yeah!” Kaminari wraps one arm around {Y/N}‘s shoulders, the other around Shinsou’s, I smile as we walk out of the dormitory. As the minutes go by, I keep checking Kaminari’s arm, just to make sure he wasn’t too touchy with her.

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[ Y/N POV ]

After around 15 minutes of chatting with our little group, and once a while seeing a displeased Eijirou. We arrive at the doorstep of Shindo’s house, I feel so.. anxious, I only agreed to go so I could stop being such a homebody. I squeeze tightly onto Kirishima’s white t-shirt sleeve, it’s loud, music and voices blaring as colorful lights fill the large home. Hitoshi and Sparky make their way around the home, leaving Eijirou and I alone, I didn’t mind though, if I were to be hanging out with anybody here it’s most certainly be him.

I saw Sero approaching us, followed by Mina and Ochako, “{Y/N} ! You actually came, and managed to bring Kirishima with you, good for you girl!!” Mina yells through the loud music, you smile and look away when you notice Shindo. Unlinking your arms, you walk over to Shindo without warning the others, you wanted to thank him for inviting you to the party, Kirishima thought it was fishy since Shindo had just broke up Nakagame. “Shindo!” You waved your hand in his direction, “Heyyy, ya actually showed up!” Shindo puts his arm around you, reeking of alcohol. You and the Shiketsu student weren’t really close, but would text every few weeks to check up on eachother, he lowkey saved you during the licensing exam, so you owed him one.

He offered you a drink, “why not?” this was out of character for you, only drinking on very special occasions, as you grabbed a red cup from one of Shindo’s friends, Kirishima was looking everywhere for you. He had lost you in the crowd in the matter of seconds, scanning everywhere he just couldn’t seem to spot you at all. He was frantic, always worrying especially with your anxiety, scared something might happen to you. You on the other hand, we’re living it up, you seemed to be a lightweight which wasn’t… normal? You felt different, but honestly you really didn’t give two shits.

Dancing around the crowd you see Shinsou spot you again, “the hell? what are you doing {Y/N}” The stern voice of the purple haired boy startles you, “Hitoshiii~ I forgot you were here” falling into his chest. “Are you.. drunk?” Holding you up and trying to guide you toward the couch, “HA! No w-way~ I’m just having fun” He knew you were lying, stumbling more than usual, dancing so.. different. Kirishima is still searching for you, while Shinsou tries to talk to you he’s also looking for the redhead to take you home before anything can go wrong. When he looks away, you take the chance to book it back into the large crowd when you crash back into Shindo, “{Y/N}, there you are..” he got closer to your face, bending over, meeting you eye-to-eye. “..been lookin’ all over for you” giggling, you begin to dance again, slowly swaying your hips from side to side, he grabs ahold of your hips, pulling your bodies closer to eachother. “Y’know.. me and Nakagame broke up and..” He got even closer, his mouth next to your ear, “..been pretty lonely” hands wandering, the left on your ass, the right guiding up to your chest, lightly squeezing your body. “Shindo.. I c..can’t do that, this fe..eels wrong..” You try to pull away, but he’s got the advantage.

[ KIRISHIMA POV ]

‘where is she.’ I’m panicking, i’ve been looking for her for 20 minutes, she left her phone with me. I can’t spot her, Shinsou told me she was drunk and slipped out of his sight. “What the hell we’re you thinking? Why would you let your eyes off of her you idiot.” I didn’t mean to snap on him, he didn’t do anything entirely wrong.

I was a tad tipsy myself, but I had all of my facilities unlike {Y/N}, word had gotten around that I was looking for her, so I was relieved to hear Uraraka’s voice shout for me, I turn around, “Kirishima! I just saw {Y/N} with Shindo, he was holding her wrist, and dragging her outside to his backyard.” I was livid, what was he planning on doing to her, I shove through everyone to make my way to his backyard.

[ 2ND PER. POV ]

Your mind was in a haze, letting Shindo lead you to the couch in front of the fire pit in his backyard. “Shindoo.. I wanna.. go back h..home.” You whine, trying to get away from him, yet again to zero avail he sits you down. “I see the way you look at me..” he places soft kisses on your neck, “..you want this, need this as much as I do {Y/N}”, you don’t know what to do. You put your hands on his chest and bang repeatedly, nothing. “I can’t, Yo.. I don’t want y..you~ I wan..wan’t Eijirou” He ignores you, if anything that made it worse, jealousy filled him with rage as he scoffs, and continues to grope you.

You hear the sliding of the glass for leading back into the house shift open with such urgency, it was hard to see but you could make up Eijirou’s figure, locking his eyes with yours as Shindo was still feeling you up. That was it, something inside him snapped, anger and pure jealousy explodes within him, as he quickly stomps over to Shindo, grabbing the back of his hair and throwing him to the ground. “Get the hell off of her.”

Kirishima gets on top of Shindo, and begins to beat him senseless. Kaminari and Shinsou run outside, after seeing this happen all from the kitchen, “Kirishima stop it! What the fuck are you doing!” It takes both of the boys to get Kirishima off of the beaten, bloody, black haired boy, “She’s mine. I’ll kill you, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU YOU GOT THAT?” He screams, pointing his bloody finger at Shindo, before turning his attention towards you.

[ KIRISHIMA POV ]

I could’ve fucking murdered him, who the hell does he think he is. I hold her face in my bloody hands, “{Y/N}.. {Y/N} are you okay? Did he hurt you, did that fucker touch you..” She shakes her head, I felt a slight wave of relief, examining her figure. Her shirt was pulled up, no marks though, she wasn’t exposed, I pull her shirt down and hold her. Kaminari and Shinsou had dragged that sleezebag into his house, I never want to let go of her.

“I’m never letting you go, not ever {Y/N}.” I whisper, picking her up, “E..eiji.. I love you~” I freeze, my heart skips a beat. I put her face in the crook of my neck as I begin to walk with her again, I shoved past the crowd once more and grab our shit before walking out of that disgusting house of a douchebag who tried to hurt my {Y/N}. The house had gone silent, whispers surrounding us as I walk out of the door, immediately heading back to the dorms.

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[ 2ND PERSON POV ]

You were practically passed out, Kirishima had reached the common area, you could hear faint sounds of commotion, muffled questions, but you weren’t coherent enough to understand anything. They had already heard about what went down between Kiri and Shindo, Kirishima ignores them, walking up to your room, holding you tighter by the second. He opens the door to your room, kicking it closed, and lays you gently onto your bed, taking your boots off, and then his own. He crawls into bed next to you, covering the two of you with the blankets, grabbing ahold of you once more. He holds you tight and secure as he pets your hair as you finally let yourself go, slowly falling asleep.

“I’m not ever letting go {Y/N}, I love you.. and i’ll ruin anyone who gets in my way.”

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[A/N]

omg?? hello first ever fanfic, i’ll get better i swear y’all please don’t flame me too much, sorry for being such a hater on our boy Shindo 🙏

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The worst thing abt being with certain characters ? Write ur favs ! Bnha preferably

Bakugou is very jealous and not in the funny cute way. Sure, it’s funny and cute the first couple times but after awhile it becomes repetitive. It’s often, and it can be exhausting. You may feel like he doesn’t trust you as well because of it, in reality he’s just scared of losing you but he can’t confront it properly.

Kirishima tries so hard to do everything for the both of you. It’s sweet how considerate and selfless he can be, but you just wish he would let you shoulder his burdens like how he shoulders yours. He’s your rock, (literally) but on a whole other level and he won’t ever let you return the favor. It sometimes feels like he doesn’t trust you. Maybe one day he will open up, since being honest is manly.

Kaminari doesn’t listen and he forgets a lot of things. He tries to listen, he really does. But he just can’t sometimes. Whether it be because he’s too busy admiring how attractive you are or because what you’re talking about is too goddamn boring, he can’t focus on the words coming out of your mouth. He may forget important things that he didn’t mean to forget and it comes across as him just not caring. He cares so much but he’s extremely forgetful, unfortunately.

Todoroki is perfect. The worst thing about being with him isn’t even him, it’s his father. Even after he redeemed himself, he’s very hard on you. He believes his son deserves only the best, the strongest. You have to deal with his father constantly, it’s extremely tiresome and the worst part is you have to keep it to yourself.

Dabi lies, a lot. Even when he starts being himself and becomes open and vulnerable, that takes a very long time and he has a terrible habit of lying to you. If you’re not a villain alongside him, you have no idea about his double life. Even if you are? He doesn’t tell you what he’s up to while he’s gone. He truly means well, behind the mask is a soft and caring man, in his own way. But through and through he’s a liar. Even you don’t know his true identity for the longest time.

Shigaraki… where do I even begin? He’s exhausting to deal with, he’s childish to a fault. When you argue he expects you to apologize and he doesn’t ever think he did anything wrong. He’s extremely insensitive, and it takes a huge fuckup for him to realize he did something wrong and even then is too embarrassed to apologize. When he’s mad he’s not against yelling at you and saying he’ll kill you (even though he doesn’t mean it). Through and through you’re dating a man child.

Toga is pretty perfect in a relationship, if you ignore the fact she’s crazy. She’s very obsessive and jealous, and would definitely kill anyone that she felt showed any romantic interest in you, even if you two were friends. Makes her sound like a yandere but.. yknow.. I guess she kinda is? Her obsessive nature makes her overbearing to be with at times and it can feel isolating.

Hawks is swarmed by fans constantly, and many fans can be flirtatious. He tries to make sure the public eye likes him, so he often flirts back so there’s no hard feelings. You know he doesn’t like those people at all, but it can still be frustrating to see him flirt with random people. On top of this, he probably keeps your relationship a secret. He does it to protect you, but you can’t help but feel like this relationship isn’t important to him.

Sero is practically perfect, however when he’s feeling a particular emotion he assumes things. If he were to get jealous, it’s rare, but when he is he assumes you don’t like him anymore. When he’s sad he assumes you think he’s a pathetic failure, and etc. once you talk to him about it though, he tries to understand that it’s just in his head. It’s hard not to act upon these feelings though.

Mina is just .. a bit much at times. She constantly wants to go out and will not understand you if you just wanna stay home and chill out for once. Mina likes to be out and about, so you will find she lacks the understanding of just wanting to relax. But honestly is that really that bad compared to the others.

Jirou is not the most open and vulnerable, as it’s very hard for her to be. She will open up if needed but you have to coax her into opening up. She won’t voice her affections, and tries her hardest to remain stoic despite the blush on her cheeks. It may feel like she doesn’t trust you at times, because she’s very open with momo. However, she just had a hard time because she likes you so much.

Ochako gets very insecure, which isn’t a bad thing or anything until you consider the fact that she gets insecure over very small things. She gets insecure if you don’t call her certain pet names that day or something else pretty small and she thinks the worst possible thing and tries to avoid you.

Momo doesn’t do it on purpose, but she may make you feel guilty since she constantly wants to do things for you and constantly wants to buy you things as well. She absolutely refuses to let you do things for her at all, it’s only cause she loves you though, of course. But sometimes she makes you feel like she’s infantilizing you.

Monoma is just exhausting in general, but you kinda know what you signed up for when you started dating him. Due to his inferiority complex, he gets jealous very often. He tries not to resort to his.. usual self.. especially since he tries to act different when you’re around but sometimes he can’t help but gossip and shit talk people he’s jealous of, even if they’re close to you. It just gets exhausting to constantly hear about people you’re close to.

Shinsou is pretty much the perfect boyfriend so honestly the worst thing about dating him would probably be what people say about him and his quirk. It can be upsetting hearing people think of your boyfriend as a villain or somebody will villain potential, especially when you know him to be different and much more kind than what meets the surface.

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