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hiiii!!! do u think i can request a karma x reader or just Class E in general with a bit of a princess complex, i think itd be a bit funny to imagine how they humble reader or just treat them in general ^‿^
thankk uu and take ur time soz if this request doesnt make sense 😭
‧₊˚ ♡ Princess Complex ♡ ‧₊˚
Karma x Reader with a princess complex
+ general E class / Reader This is so cute, ur kaomoji is so cute! ur so cute! now think I have a princess complex... Trying out a new format ✧ fluff ✧ no warnings hdr by yeonkittiz on Pinterest divider by cafekitsune on here.
Princess complex meaning someone with a “pretty” outlook on life, high expectations, and wanting to be treated like a princess!
Ever since you joined E-class there’s always been one thing that stuck out to your classmates, and that was your “princess mentality.”
It’s not a problem when you’re dating Karma because he’s the type to feed into it. It’s not like you’re actually stuck up or look down on people. You might joke about it the same way he acts overly confident about himself but that’s as far as it goes, so he doesn’t see the harm in giving in to you, just a bit!
The negative aspect to having a “princess complex” is your inability to pitch when hard labor is involved. It doesn’t mix well with assassination attempts. This is probably the one thing that bothers the class as a whole.
“[Name], we need you to set the wire trap at the other side of the mountain!”
“That’s so much walking in this heat… and I’m gonna get my shoes all ruined!”
Kataoka has been trying to get you to pitch in a little more, as class rep she feels it’s her job. Whenever she asks you such and say you’ll do it later…and proceed to completely forget about it.
She thought getting Karma to ask would solve things but no you just feel more comfortable straight up rejecting his requests.
“Karma, tell [Name] she has to do something.”
“[Name], do something.”
“No.”
“I tried.”
Terasaka has to drag you all the way there, you’re helping whether you want to or not.
Karma’s usually the one having to push you into stuff you can’t bring yourself to.
Nagisa sent you both out to grab some essential items for the next attempt.
“Why can’t you carry it, this is heavyyyy.”
“[Name] I’ve been carrying your bag for the last 20 minutes, it feels like you drag bricks around.”
“Sorry…”
“Don’t sweat it this is light work, but you have to carry something yourself.” (His arms hurt but he’ll never admit that.)
“Alright- I guess I can do it… only because you asked.”
(For once!)
There are classmates who will call you out of the princess fantasy; Terasaka, Maehara (depends on the day tbh), Kataoka.
The teachers, for sure call you out!! Korosensei’s will dote on you but push you to make some effort. You don’t want to spar? He bargains.
“[Name] I know you don’t want to ruin your nails but please participate, if they break, I’ll re do them!!”
Mr. Karasuma just straight out lectures you about how assassination takes getting your hands dirty and takes sacrifice, he eventually gives up and does things your way- he noticed Karma is really good at pissing you off and partnering you up is the perfect way to bring out your potential.
“Scared to mess up your hair? Sounds like a lame excuse, just admit you suck at sparring.”
“YOU’LL EAT YOUR WORDS.” (You ended up losing, but hey at least you swung this time!)
Ms. Vitch is a bit different, encouraging you to continue to have the mindset you do. she adores you because you remind her of herself, she’s got a soft spot! Your #1 supporter. You helped design the assassination uniforms with her.
In contrast there’s classmates who’ll let you live out your princess dreams, Hinano, Isogai (he will encourage you to help out so sweetly it won't feel like he’s trying to humble you when he is.) , Nagisa lets you do your thing, Okajima who’s to big of a simp to complain, Ritsu whose the cutest ever.
With Princess syndrome comes high standards, so Karma’s kind of flattered he fits yours. He’s a bit unsure of himself underneath the front he puts on, having your approval means a lot to him but he won’t admit that out loud.
— sorry I took such a break from posting, please correct my mistakes if you catch any :)
#ansatsu kyoushitsu#karma akabane#karma x reader#assassination classroom x reader#karma akabane x reader#akabane karma x reader#karma akabane headcannons#assassination classroom#assclass#eclass
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Hi again!!! It's the anon from before (NOT the one who said you can't be blind and dyslexic :/) I just wanted to apologize on their behalf since I think they were talking about my ask ? That person is clearly very ignorant and unwilling to educate themselves before saying (and excuse my language) stupid shit like that because WHEN I READ THAT I AUDIBLY GASPED. Mean people like that don't deserve to even speak with someone as sweet as you ໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა ♡
I only just recently found out about your work after I read the post that accused you of using AI (which I now think is very silly) and you're genuinely so sweet, you don't deserve all of the hate you've been getting recently :( <3
I may or may not become a frequent anon of yours from now on because you're really just so nice ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა If you'd like, you can call me Bina ! I'm going to refer to myself as that since "the anon from before" isn't very specific nor descriptive ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১
(Also! If anything I say or any of the kaomojis I use are hard for your screen reader to pick up please let me know!!!)
You're amazing and I hope these people stop bothering you soon because you really don't deserve it </3
Thank you my dear! I will say again i am not completely blind but its enough for me to have a screen reader on(i can sort of see!) and Your little emojis are so cute!
I want to make this piece for the people who are gonna read this and say “sHeS nOt BliNd ShE cAn SoRt Of SeE!” I am partially blind. But I can semi see better in my left eye. Stop telling a person with disabilities that I can’t have this because of that.
But yes hon you are welcomed into my requests! Welcome to mamas page! Make yourself comfortable ! I hope your day was well! I hope you ate and ate well today!
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A: I really like them, wanted an excuse to use them, and honestly feel like they fit the old-school vibe I’m going for (*^‿^*)
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oikawa getting help from his fans on how to confess to iwaizumi…. pls imagine it.
oikawa: how do you ladies pluck up the courage to do this???? i’m so nervous (ノ_＜)
fan 1: don’t be shy!!! anyone would be lucky to have you as their boyfriend :-)
fan 2: do you need help with your confession letter, oikawa-san? ^_−☆
oikawa, sweating: ladies i CANT do this
fan 3: you can do it! ＾＾
oikawa, trying to escape: NO
#please excuse the kaomojis#i am addicted#oikawa tooru#iwaoi#iwaizumi hajime#wait do you think iwa would be like “of course he’s surrounded by fans😡😡😡”#whole time he’s asking them about HIM#seijoh#aoba johsai#haikyuu#hq
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WIP Wednesday - HiOB ch. 18 - threesome
Content warning for a reference to past pet death.
Like every computer Leo's ever built, [Jason's desktop is] named Festus after his late Catahoula mix. Jason can't remember which one they're on now— maybe five?— he's too busy remembering the anguished sobs in the vet's office as his friend broke down in front of him for the first time.
The guy's had a run of atrocious luck in the past year: first suddenly losing his dog, then losing out on just enough scholarships to make affording tuition impossible, then finally losing his girlfriend when she decided the long-distance thing wasn't working out. Thinking about Grover yesterday made Jason think about Leo, and specifically how thin he looked the last time they saw each other.
Jason relaxes a little when he sees what's in the chat: a photo of Leo with Sally and Estelle, presumably taken by Paul, all three of them engrossed in cooking. Estelle looks as comfortable on Leo's hip as she does on Percy's.
FLAMEO HOTMAN: paella SOS? more like paella GREAT SUCCESS
FLAMEO HOTMAN: by SOS we mean "Sally didn't realize she had no saffron and was out of turmeric to use as a substitute until she'd already started putting things on the stove, but Leo Valdez is the King of Spices and his cupboard runneth over with plenty of extra, and also he is super cool and got there in record time and rescued the paella, which was delicious, All Hail Spice King Leo".
FLAMEO HOTMAN: oooh you know what that's good
System message: @festus2009 has changed their display name to: HAIL KING LEO.
HAIL KING LEO: hell yeah now we're talking
Piper, it seems, has already beaten Jason to the key-smashing and heart-eyed kaomoji. She's still typing, and Jason finds himself totally unsurprised with her new response, and relieved that their little white lie was successful. Pretending to run out of ingredients makes for a much more believable cover story than asking for advice— Sally's been cooking almost twice as long as Leo's been alive.
corduroy grooves: that joke was bad and you should feel bad
HAIL KING LEO: It made Sally laugh :(
HAIL KING LEO: you agree w/ me right supes???
Jason gives up and closes out his art program, feeling a smile pull at his mouth. They might as well be siblings, the way they bicker.
team mom: I agree with both of you
team mom: it was a bad joke but I like bad jokes and so does Sally apparently
corduroy grooves: don't encourage him!!
HAIL KING LEO: no please do encourage me I am havinh fun :D
HAIL KING LEO: *having
team mom: please don't drive Piper to madness, she's got a lot on her plate
Jason also isn't shocked when they both type back at the same time, or by the responses.
corduroy grooves: excuse me *I* have a lot on my plate????
HAIL KING LEO: You see that kettle next to my elbow under Estelle's left foot? The black one? That's Piper and you are the equally black pot on the draining board. shut up.
corduroy grooves: Yeah shut up.
One after the other, almost instantly.
team mom: point taken. insert speech about how my having a broken femur doesn't make your broken ankles any less debilitatingly painful here.
HAIL KING LEO: oh geez dude you really are stressed huh
corduroy grooves: yeah I have never seen you placeholder a pep talk, are you ok?
Shit. Sometimes Jason forgets how well they know him.
He must spend too long trying to think of a response, or maybe Leo's just impatient enough to interrupt.
HAIL KING LEO: are you sad about The Rachel Selfie? I don't know how you're not ridic jealous
corduroy grooves: dude not helpful?????
corduroy grooves: but it'd be ok if he were.
Right. The Rachel Selfie.
It's adorable. Rachel sent it to Percy late last night to show Jason before she posted it: the two of them, Percy fast asleep against her shoulder, curled up in her dorm room bed together. He's flushed and clean-faced but for the remnants of some eyeliner, and she's grinning with her eyes at the camera as she kisses the top of his head. The caption is simply a blue heart emoji.
Yeah, looking at it made Jason feel unpleasantly hot around the ears, but it's perfect for their deception, and he sent back his approval right away. It helps a lot that she made sure the hickeys Jason left were clearly, obviously visible, like she's trying to subtly draw attention to his contribution even though she can't actually give him credit.
He starts and stops typing a few times. He really is fried, and it's hard to figure out where to start.
team mom: I mean, it's not that it doesn't bother me at all, it's that it doesn't bother me to see him giving her attention or cuddling with her. He's affectionate like that with pretty much everyone.
team mom: I'm bothered that she gets to go out with him in public and have his name in her relationship status and post cute pics of the two of them that get 113 likes and make everyone on their feed go "aww".
team mom: like, I'm not jealous of Rachel personally, I'm jealous of the trappings she gets to indulge in and I don't.
team mom: plus half the stuff I'm jealous of is stuff I came up with or heavily encouraged, so getting resentful over it would be absurd and unfair.
Piper spends long enough typing, stopping and starting again to make Jason a little queasy.
The reply, when she sends it, doesn't help his stomach any.
corduroy grooves: absurd, unfair and understandable. A knee-jerk response? Sure. A very human one? Also yes.
team mom: and none of that makes it Rachel's problem.
corduroy grooves: and it not being Rachel's problem doesn't mean you're not allowed to be jealous sometimes.
Jason leans back in his desk chair and takes off his glasses, rubbing at his eyes with one hand. Piper's been playing a similar role for Annabeth that he played for Percy years ago, and they don't talk about it much, but he knows she thinks he's being a little unfair in context of the surrounding circumstances.
Maybe he is, but he's not sure that's a bad thing. Someone has to be biased in Percy's favor, and Jason's pretty sure that's part of the boyfriend job description. He puts his glasses back on and starts typing out a response.
team mom: I know. That's seriously not what's bugging me, though. I'm just
He stops, and doesn't send the message.
He's just what? Feeling like he's picking up speed in a freefall and heading directly for a pit lined with spikes? Pretty sure he'll be lucky if he gets a B in stats, and terrified he'll lose his scholarship because his stupid brain won't wrap itself around the concept of anything more complicated than fractions? Started wanting to crawl in a hole every time he remembers how mad he was at Annabeth for feeling exactly the same way he does now at the sight of Percy and Rachel together— like they're more convincing, more believable; so easy a snide part of him keeps telling himself Percy would be better off with Rachel for real, instead of the miserable charade Jason's forced to put him through?
He deletes the message and starts again.
team mom: I know. Thank you. I'm just really stressed about everything happening all at once and I wish none of us were in this position.
corduroy grooves: *hugs*
corduroy grooves: text your sis, you'll feel better
team mom: way ahead of you, I'm at her place already
Current word count: just under 3700.
Yes, I did write this partly because I got up to the bit in The Lost Hero with Festus at King Midas' place and I cried actual tears and I needed to process a little. 😭
(catahoula leopard dogs, btw, are breathtaking creatures. I'm picturing Festus as red, like this handsome boy from Arkansas.)
@perseusjackson-jasongrace @elaborateruses 💕
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time capsules
3 - soulmate AU
the one where whatever you write to them is bound to find their way to them, one way or another —
so Nene’s letters make its way to Amane in 1969.
Amane finds a note scrawled in loopy handwriting one day in his capsule. I wonder if my soulmate will ever read this.
Huh? His mind at a blank. He's never seen this sort of variation in any of the papers that come flushing out, disappointingly, instead of a more interesting product.
He pockets it without a word, heart in his throat, hands sweating
And it looks real. Really written. Just a thumb over it and he can feel the indents of graphite, from a deliberate hand inking it straight in.
Perhaps from repeated etching. His index finger curls around it, scrunching it slightly. He breathes, and looks out of the corner of his eye.
Tsukasa hasn't noticed a thing. He's pouting at the machine, wide yellow eyes round and baleful as he jiggles it with careful, measured motions, aiming for the yellow capsule on the bottom most left.
Amane exhales shallowly, and loosens his hands. This is the weekly capsule he often finds himself idly spinning for while wandering back home, tagging slowly after Tsukasa to keep an eye on him. And Tsukasa almost always meanders to the sweetshop.
The granny who runs it is perhaps the kindest adult around to them, who doesn’t just shirk her eyes away when she sees them, as if afraid of catching an infectious disease. But then again, the granny is quite getting on in years — her bottle-cap glasses are thick and rounded, and Amane isn’t quite sure he’s ever seen her eyes widen beyond the perpetual squint.
Still. It is a good place, and while Tsukasa may play rough with the shop’s cat, the cat is no-nonsense enough to not tolerate him if he gets up to one of his nasty ideas.
Often, Amane has caught the cat hissing at Tsukasa, his arms put up placatingly, while its entire body fizzes up into a bottle-brush.
Today, Tsukasa spins his third capsule, unable to stop. “Third time’s the charm, right, right, Amane?”
That’s what you say for any number, Amane thinks to himself, resigned to waiting. He knows Tsukasa will not leave until his attention has spun its cycle.
He sits there under the flowering tree, sunning his face through the cracks of the late afternoon. It’s a clear day — perhaps it’ll keep for the night, and Amane can track Orion’s progress.
“Hey, hey, what did you get, Amane?”
“A piece of paper.” He shrugs one shoulder.
“Aww… it’s one of those ‘Try Again’s huh… I hate those! I think I’ve got…” He counts rapidly on his fingers. “103 of them.”
“You’ve got them all labeled as usual then?” He humours. No, Tsukasa is the one who makes him count them with him. Tsukasa’s first reaction is usually to rip it into shreds or find a much more creative use for it. It pains him, but he lets it because they’re too small to be truly useful.
He wonders what he’ll do about this note. Too small, and the writing encompasses almost the entire strip. It looks like a line from an exercise book.
(Maybe they’re trying to do some schoolgirl love letter joke product.)
It nags at him, after they've gone through dinner and their mother's inquisition and are up in their room again, obediently folding their clothes for the next day.
Tsukasa does his sloppily all while humming the theme song from the radio, and peppering Amane with questions about what possible stars they'll see tonight.
Slowly, Amane smuggles the little note from the pocket of his trousers into the sleeve of his pyjamas, where it settles against his skin for the night
*
He finds the next one the same way: this time, it’s I dream of you everyday.
A little heart next to it, and a strange doodle. Amane thinks it might be a face, but he can't stare too long to find out. He casually slips it into his pocket again, with hopefully not too much of a beat in his movement.
Surely this is a prank. A not-very-funny one at that. It's a coincidence, nothing more than that. He rolled the dice and rolled this capsule out with a piece of paper with fortune nonsense on it, not his cosmic fate.
*
One two three four five, and Amane still hasn't answered. Yet he cradles these slips of paper close to heart, nestled together with the moon stone in his everyday pocket.
(He doesn’t know why. But he feels better about keeping them close on him, in a place he can reach out to touch for comfort.)
Little slips of paper through the capsules. Doodles unfurl in the corners of his notebooks, like his soulmate’s letting him in on secrets. He can almost hear the voice of the girl (it seems like a girl?) singing as she daydreams her way across the straight black lines with colourful pens. Highlighters of a shade he's never even imagined before.
(He finds himself liking the soft purple one best.)
*
And then the cat from the shop arrives with a letter round its collar.
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// from this list of prompts here for August.
this has been sitting in my drafts since Feb as well I think. It’s gotten really messy over time (*screams*), and frankly my main excuse for writing this is to include Showa Candy Shop 3 in it, and explore what Amane’s life was like back then.
Also: I thought it would be really, really embarrassing if whoever you dreamily doodled about could see them too. Once I panicked bcs I thought a crush might have seen what I’d written oh god
-did emoji exist back in the day i don’t think so boomer gen are extremely unlikely to understand kaomoji at first glance
-Amane is a tactile bean look at canon Hanako
-the shop still exists in Nene’s time, and it’s a descendant of the cat she entrusts her letters to.
-losing them makes it easier for them to go where they need to go
-post office works too when she can’t find the cat, though it’s much slower
-guess amane gets to collect modern era stamps now
-yep it’s a move away from capsules hmm
-hand and notebook ‘texting’!
-mild fix-it in some areas of Amane’s life? (the later parts of the draft have been about home life oof)
-...I need to think about the time-travel consequences and what it changes
Obstacles include: Amane’s characterisation, and thus Tsukasa’s (now when I review over what I wrote, I feel like Amane avoids him too much? And sounds almost dead when he talks? hdajaj)
-changes in motivations (Amane)/timeline - what finally makes him respond? a) please stop doodling flowers over my very important star notebook pls and tq, b) tsukasa finds out/nearly with the cat
Who knows what, how much do either of them know about what’s possible
-will there ever be any Nene POV. Include sparsely/flashback for poignancy?
#au_gust_2020#jibaku shounen hanako kun#tbhk#yugi amane#hananene#amanene#jshk#toilet bound hanako kun#yugi tsukasa#showa candy shop 3#soulmate au#my writing#ed fics
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Hi, your kaomojis were so cute! UwU Could I request a movie theater date hc with Tenma? ty!!
Hey anon, thanks for visiting my page! I’d be happy to write this for you! I’m going to write in the style of bulleted imagine if that’s okay. My writing style is usually a usually a little campy humorous, a little emotional, a little sexy, and sometimes flowery.
I apologize if my tenses changed, or the style changed, but I just wanted to have fun with it. Maybe possibly a tiny bit implied NSFW but not really.
· You were determined to take Tenma to a movie theater as soon as you had found out he had never been to one.
· Despite his fame, you had learned that this child star beau of yours had missed out on many opportunities that you had taken for granted growing up. Your boyfriend was an odd blend of mature and immature due to his isolation and the pressure to manage a full-time profession at the age of seven. Fame has a price, as they say.
· He was hesitant at first – visiting a heavy traffic social scene meant donning sunglasses, avoiding eye contact… but you had already figured that part out! You’d be soliciting Monster Movie Night at the old theater-turned-cinema in the town square. You were sure Tenma would appreciate the 19th century theater aesthetic, and it was sure to have less attendees than the cinema at the mall.
· And what better movie genre to experience in an old, darkened theater than a classic horror!
· Yeah, no, Tenma was having none of that.
· He claimed that the movie you chose had received bad reviews.
· You then forwarded him the 97% fresh rating from RottenApples.com.
· He argued that the antagonist of the film was an actor he had worked with before and it would be “too weird” to watch someone he knew go on a killing spree.
· You proceeded to locate said actor on IFDB.com to find that he had passed away two years before Tenma was born.
· The lake of excuses having run dry, Tenma agreed to pick you up at 1pm that coming Saturday.
· Tenma was a bit more fidgety than usual in the back of his family limo. You assumed that it was date night jitters, which was so very precious. The old-fashioned theater marquee came into view, and you excitedly shuffled closer to the window. Nightmare on Birch Street! It had been ages since you had seen the film, and you couldn’t recall how the victims had all been killed… was it Chauncey who had been impaled by the school flagpole? You continued to jabber excitedly, the exhilarated sentiments floating through your head remaining unscathed as Tenma had the common courtesy to feign a cough so you couldn’t glimpse his sour expression.
· The journey from the ticket kiosk to the theater was uneventful. There were a few stares, and a “Aren’t you that kid? From the show? At that school?” but you made it to your seats in under 10.
· Wow, they really renovated this place! It was a bit sad to see that the creaky wooden seats of the theater had been replaced with cushy, high-tech armchairs, but it was comforting to know you wouldn’t be suffering a butt-ache following the film.
· Immediately, Tenma started messing with the seat like he was in a dentist’s chair. Leg rest up, back down, leg rest down, back straight, back flat. 123 degree angle…
· “Don’t you have chairs like this at home, rich boy?”
· “Yeah, but I never sit in my living room. There’s never anyone there.”
· Oh. You held out the bag of popcorn as a peace offering. “Well, you know that you’re welcome at my house any time you like.”
· “Yeah so I can recite the monologue from Shinobi Love Song to your mom for the 100th time? I’ll pass”
· “Forget it, sunshine. It was hasty of me to assume you’d be able to find my house without the guidance of Igawa…”
· Cheeky banter was the norm with the two of you, and you never tired of it. He handed you the box of Soup Patch kids with a feigned scowl as the lights in the theater began to dim. Leg rest up, back at a 95 degree angle was his final decision.
· He figured he’d have sometime before the killing started, so he decided to try and pay attention to the overall plot and characters, in case you had questions for him later. So wait… the killer doesn’t actually murder them in real life, but in their dreams? What kind of late night, infomercial hour, made-for-TV junk is this…
· Time to do the classic yawn and stretch. Smooth as a milkshake, he performed what he felt was a very believable yawn (practiced to a fault due to all of his roles as a too-cool-for-school hottie) and casually rested the stretch of his arm across your shoulder.
· You had been dating for about 7 months now. You had been moderately intimate. For Tenma to put on this song-and-dance just to hold onto you was a surefire tell that he was nervous. You hadn’t even really considered that maybe he didn’t like horror. You just assumed that because he was an acting professional that he was also a film aficionado, and a fan of all genres, at that. Stop pigeonholing him! you reminded yourself. Sure, he was perfect to you, but you had to let go of those preconceived notions.
· You turned and leaned closer to him, close enough to kiss. His throat constricted, he had heard there was more to these cinemas than just watching the movie. He prayed to God that this was your intention all along.
· “We can leave if you’re not into it” you insisted into his cheek.
· Pulse still quickening through his neck, he sat back and shook is head.
· “Nah babe, it’s cool. I liked the…” He proceeded to regurgitate every possible fact he had learned about the film within the last 15 minutes.
· Damn, so he was paying attention. You knew there was no point coaxing him to leave once he had made his mind up to stay, so instead you leaned forward and gave him a peck on the nose.
· “You’re adorable.”
· “Tch…” He bristled returning his back to the seat, but with the pouty pleased grin of a child who received praise for a shitty drawing. He watched as your eyes returned to the screen, and you flicked a few pieces of popcorn into your pretty mouth. Now what to do?
· Anything but look at the screen, really. Beads of sweat began to collect on his brow as the movie soundtrack reached a crescendo. He swiftly brushed them off into his already unruly ginger mane. He needed to distract himself, at least until the slicing and dicing had desisted.
· What’s this hole for? Tenma located an out of place hole attached to the arm of the chair. It doesn’t seem to have a bottom, but it does taper off deeper down. Curiosity got the best of him, and he casually slid his hand down into the soft drink cupholder. That’s freakin’ weird, there’s nothing even down there. Dumb. And he promptly finds his hand very much stuck.
· Shit, now what? Now he was really sweating. Some freakin’ great newspaper article this would make. “Teen drama heartthrob finds himself arrested not by the eyes of a young beauty, but the grasp of a plastic cupholder.” His father would kill him, to be sure. He’d probably have to sign autographs for all of the firefighters who removed the plastic cupholder from around his sore wrist. Here he is, trying so very hard to be a man’s man, to weather the barbarism that is horror cinema just to impress you, and now he’d gotten his hand stuck in the metaphorical cookie jar like a damn kid.
· He twists and pulls but he can’t get the heel of his palm back through the opening. He jerks his hand in frustration and elbows your flimsy paper cup of Canada Dry. Oh, so that’s what they’re for…
· “Hey! You got ginger ale on me, what are you doing?” You cocked an eyebrow at his hunched form.
· “Sorry, sorry! Yeah, I- I think I’ve got it. Don’t worry about me- hey! I think that guy in on a TV show with my father.”
· Snapping your head back to the screen, you consented that the man did indeed work with Tenma’s father (you’ve told him this before, he’s one of your favorite actors, and now you need to remind him again why his acting is so transcendent that even in a horror movie he can make the most mundane gestures seem so…)
· To Tenma’s great relief, it turns out ginger ale makes a passable lubricant. Using the splash that now trickled down his forearm, he twisted his wrist and managed to retrieve his very sore hand, tingling with pins and needles as he returned it to his lap. He sensed that you’ve finished your rant and offers a vacant smile. “Yeah… he’s a talented guy…” Crisis averted.
· Back to all the crazy shit happening on Birch Street. Tenma blanched as the whir of a chainsaw could be heard offscreen.
· “You okay? he asked, leaning over to comfort you which really wasn’t necessary whatsoever since you actually seemed extremely excited and not the least bit worried or bothered by all of the disgusting blood and guts and weird fleshy ceiling splayed onto the wall by the projector overhead.
· Before you had a chance to reply, he nuzzled in close to you, his hair brushing your cheek as he snuggled next to your chin. D’aww. You wiggled closer, touching the side of your forehead to his as the shrieks of the Final Girl could be felt penetrating the very seat below you. Great acoustics.
· Tenma wiggles his head into the crook of your neck to avoid looking at the carnage, murmuring an almost devious “Don’t be scared” into your ear before pressing a kiss to the column of your throat.
· Your heart leaps into your ears at the sudden burst of semi-public affection; Tenma wasn’t big on PDA, and you were cool with that. He smelled like a mix of clean cotton and Cool Water (they still make that?) He didn’t really do much besides camp out there above your collarbone after that, but his ghosting breath gave you pleasant chills, so you didn’t tell him he was missing the best part.
· You smelled like almonds and Freesia, he considered. His mother loved Freesia and she had planted them all along their estate courtyard, though she was rarely at home long enough to enjoy it. Tenma enjoyed sitting in the courtyard as a child. While the house was always eerily silent aside from the sterile hum of electricity, the courtyard was always full of tweets and twittering after school, and a discordant chorus of various chirping in the evening. That was what homes are supposed to be like, he had always thought. Chaotic and noisy, but full of life. It was his safe haven, and you carried the scent of it on your skin. You were his new sanctuary… a little pocket of protection from the pains of fake friends and real insecurities.
· These are his last thoughts before he fell asleep. You realize he’s out like a light as the credits roll, and you feel a sliver of drool trail down your clavicle. Hot.
· “Tenma? Hey!” He startles awake and you attempt to suppress a grin. “Hope it was a good dream.”
· Tenma may not have book smarts, but he’s far from stupid. He knows that you know he hated it, and he knows that you know that he knows he was just playing the brave guy to shield his ego. He was beginning to confuse himself, so instead he focused on the core of the matter – he loved you enough to feign interest in something you liked, and you loved him enough to go along with it.
· “They’re always great when they feature my favorite co-star.” He leaned forward and gave the bridge of your nose a chaste smooch.
· Gahhh. The right side of your mouth pinches up in a grin. Damn you and your flawless smileyou’re your immaculate stage presence.
· After he returned his hat and sunglasses to their proper place, with twin grins syrupy-sweet enough to make Yuki vomit, you exited the theater.
· Once outside, he took your hand and pulled you off to the side of the theater, at the mouth of the little alleyway that led to a street behind the theater. His wide palm and long fingers felt warm and comforting, though rather sticky and smelling oddly of ginger.
· “Thanks for coming out with me. I know it’s a pain in the ass for you,” you offered before he could speak.
· “Nah,” he deflects. “I’m used to it.”
· You knew he still hated it.
· “Plus, you’re worth it,” he added, feet shuffling and pink tinging the tips of his ears.
· Butterflies, oh so many butterflies. Rolling onto your toes, you leaned up and kissed him. After a meager gasp of surprise, he returned it with fervor, nose brushing against yours as he experimented with a few different head angles. Sour Patch kids never tasted so good.
· The thump of a closing car door was unfortunately audible above the sounds of your smacking mouths – Igawa was on the move and ready to shuffle the prince of teen dramas and his beloved to the safety of the Sumeragi Cadillac CT5. You groaned in unison, and not the good kind.
· Dragging your mouths apart, your mutual stares shared a silent vow that you would find a way to pick this up again later. Without a word, you both emerged from the shadows, fingers tangled tighter together as you steeled yourselves for a lecture from Igawa on the dangers of lingering in crowded places.
· You had no doubt there would still be plenty more adjustments to be made by both parties, and many a wall to gently tumble down. But that was a future nearly too resplendent to imagine, when where you were now was already a pretty fantastic place to be.
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Drops of Jupiter Ch. 24 WIP
Hey there!! I’m here with the beginning segment of the next chapter of Drops of Jupiter! I know it’s been a long time coming now and I hope everyone’s eager to get back into it, considering how exciting this last arc got. Or well it was exciting for me at least lol
This is the first thousand or so words of this coming chapter (I’m actually a good bit further that this) but I thought I ought to share while I’m still working! Please look forward to it and enjoy this snippet!!
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It’s the first time in a while that Izuku’s woken up with a start in a cold sweat—and even longer since it wasn’t due to One for All. He doesn’t bother to get up immediately, in spite of the way the blankets feel, as though they’re stuck to his mildly damp skin; and instead he flings his arm up and onto the headboard behind him. His fingers tap blindly on the surface until they manage to secure around his phone.
He picks it up while lowering his arm to catch a glimpse of the time. Half past eight. Only ten minutes before first period starts, so the rest of the class is probably gone already. Normally he would’ve been up by now too, but he can hear Aizawa’s drawl from the night before echoing in his head.
Izuku grabs a fistful of his blankets, tossing them off as he turns to get out of bed. His bare feet settle on the floor, but he doesn’t immediately stand up. He just lingers. There’s no real reason. No thought or feeling to it.
He just feels...nothing. The moment the weight of that word hits him, that face flashes across his mind’s eye—scarred with its red eyes narrowed at him.
Izuku sets his phone down beside him in order to run his hands up his face, into the front of his hair, and then back down to press over his mouth. The sensation of skin under his palms has helped, however slightly, but he still doesn’t stand.
There’s still this...numbness hanging over him. He knows he ran his hands up and down but it was like his face didn’t feel it. Smiling or even frowning feels like a far away possibility, it’s all he can do to take some shallow breaths in and out. He needs to wake up the nerves there. Maybe give them a jumpstart.
The idea is what finally gets him on his feet and moving, and he finds his way to his room’s half-bath. Izuku turns on the faucet, not bothering to wait for the water to warm up before he hunches down, holding his hands under the running tap to splash some on his face. When he does, his pores scream in agony from the feel of the cold droplets. But at least he can feel something. Intentionally do something.
The sound of the faucet continuously running is like an anchor to the present, and soothes him even without throwing more water on his face.
When he eventually raises his chin to look back in the mirror, the person that stares back at him feels unfamiliar. Wrong, somehow. Maybe it’s how his freckles stand out more against the pallor of his skin. Maybe it’s that the rings that have found a place under his eyes across the years appear darker now. He lifts one of his hands, his middle touching down near his puffy eyelids—had he been crying in the night or was it from fatigue...?
Why does he look at this stranger in the mirror and see her? Her face was just as pale; the bags beneath her eyes were about as stark; but unlike him, who can’t form an expression, he remembers how she grinned oh so wildly throughout their interactions.
“Right, isn’t my smile pretty, Izuku-kun?”
He splashes more water on his face. Like that can cast away the memories, the voice, that disturbing expression of pure want— Izuku reaches out, pointedly avoiding meeting the gaze of that enigma of a reflection, and turns the faucet until it screeches to a halt. He’s left himself hovering over the sink, and there’s soft plunks as droplets fall from his face into the basin below. “It’s over,” he reminds himself. “It’s already over...”
Izuku grabs the nearby wash cloth to dry off what liquid still clings to the skin of his face with a sigh. There’s other things he needs to focus on today. And hopefully, gods willing, they can distract him from the idea that it’s definitely not over until Toga uses up his blood.
The main distraction relates to his classmate who’s also contained to the dorms because he has a feeling she’s not actually planning to rest at all. He wasn’t entirely oblivious to Uraraka’s fury with being regulated to bed rest. Izuku didn’t need for Aizawa to pull him aside after they had arrived at the dorm, to ask him to keep a close eye on her for the day, because he knows what his best friend looks like when she’s itching for a fight.
And he knows how hard it is to keep yourself from doing something incredibly stupid in that situation.
So he’ll head her off before she can try to do anything like that. He wanders back to his bed and picks up his phone, shooting her a message to wonder if she’s still feeling nauseous from the night before.
By the time he’s finished getting dressed, there’s a response already waiting for him. Better. But my back still feels kinda off so probably just gonna stay in bed all day.
Yeah, right! More like claim that so she has an excuse to not be disturbed (and thus caught), but he’s not letting her get away that easily. Oh really? Cause if you were feeling better, I was gonna make us some pancakes or something. He sends the message off before typing up another. Since it’s basically an extended weekend, we can treat ourselves, right?
The response is instantaneous: (๑❛ ᴗ ❛๑) I guess I could suffer through pancakes first. I’ll see you downstairs in ten!
Wow, that kaomoji looks just like her—wait, not important. But okay, that means she hasn’t done anything crazy. Yet, at least. Because if she had, she would be refusing the offer. So now he’ll just need to make sure things stay that way.
#IzuOcha#Midoriya Izuku#Uraraka Ochako#bnha fanfics#bnha#Drops of Jupiter#the cookie sings#OTP:You're My Hero#yes hello trauma exists and this is only the following day so they're NOT over it#hopefully I should be finished with this chapter relatively soon!
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Chimken Nurgert - A BNHA Chatfic
chimken nurgert - a bnha chatfic
by urbanangels
in which iida regrets his decisions to make a groupchat for the entire class without restricting kaminari's admin privileges first.
/yes, another one
Words: 4315, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, M/M, Other
Characters: Class 1-A
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina/Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shouji Mezou/Tokoyami Fumikage, will add more as it continues - Relationship, the entire class/wholesomeness and support
Additional Tags: no im not tagging all of them, Genderfluid Kaminari Denki, Nonbinary Jirou Kyouka, Eijirou is Best Boy, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, we love and appreciate midoriya, mido is best insulter send tweet, Aizawa is done, koda uses so many kaomojis, the entire class wants satou to bake for them, a lil bit of angst here and there, BNHA chatfic, Trans Midoriya Izuku, Trans Asui Tsuyu, they're all gay and chaotic please excuse them, so many memes, and a lil bit of despacito two somewhere, kami's a good singer, so are eiji and mido, they're the streetlight boys, my heart's going uwu, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, he protecc mido and eiji, aizawa will do anything for his 20 children, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, we don't stan no grape rat in this beautiful household, hopefully he ded, also f endeavor lives, and f mineta lives, we dont appreciate them here, mido wears reading glasses, and todo is soft for that, kami has freckles, like those tiny little electric dots, or like, Sparklers, idk - Freeform, nobody likes mineta, at all, we dont like him either, he ugly, will continue to add tags
Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/22381021
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chimken nurgert - a bnha chatfic
by urbanangels
in which iida regrets his decisions to make a groupchat for the entire class without restricting kaminari's admin privileges first.
/yes, another one
Words: 4315, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, M/M, Other
Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia)
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina/Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shouji Mezou/Tokoyami Fumikage, will add more as it continues - Relationship, the entire class/wholesomeness and support
Additional Tags: no im not tagging all of them, Genderfluid Kaminari Denki, Nonbinary Jirou Kyouka, Eijirou is Best Boy, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, we love and appreciate midoriya, mido is best insulter send tweet, Aizawa is done, koda uses so many kaomojis, the entire class wants satou to bake for them, a lil bit of angst here and there, BNHA chatfic, Trans Midoriya Izuku, Trans Asui Tsuyu, they're all gay and chaotic please excuse them, so many memes, and a lil bit of despacito two somewhere, kami's a good singer, so are eiji and mido, they're the streetlight boys, my heart's going uwu, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, he protecc mido and eiji, aizawa will do anything for his 20 children, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, we don't stan no grape rat in this beautiful household, hopefully he ded, also f endeavor lives, and f mineta lives, we dont appreciate them here, mido wears reading glasses, and todo is soft for that, kami has freckles, like those tiny little electric dots, or like, Sparklers, idk - Freeform, nobody likes mineta, at all, we dont like him either, he ugly, will continue to add tags
source http://archiveofourown.org/works/22381021
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Chimken Nurgert - A BNHA Chatfic
chimken nurgert - a bnha chatfic
by urbanangels
in which iida regrets his decisions to make a groupchat for the entire class without restricting kaminari's admin privileges first.
/yes, another one
Words: 4315, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, M/M, Other
Characters: Class 1-A
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina/Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shouji Mezou/Tokoyami Fumikage, will add more as it continues - Relationship, the entire class/wholesomeness and support
Additional Tags: no im not tagging all of them, Genderfluid Kaminari Denki, Nonbinary Jirou Kyouka, Eijirou is Best Boy, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, we love and appreciate midoriya, mido is best insulter send tweet, Aizawa is done, koda uses so many kaomojis, the entire class wants satou to bake for them, a lil bit of angst here and there, BNHA chatfic, Trans Midoriya Izuku, Trans Asui Tsuyu, they're all gay and chaotic please excuse them, so many memes, and a lil bit of despacito two somewhere, kami's a good singer, so are eiji and mido, they're the streetlight boys, my heart's going uwu, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, he protecc mido and eiji, aizawa will do anything for his 20 children, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, we don't stan no grape rat in this beautiful household, hopefully he ded, also f endeavor lives, and f mineta lives, we dont appreciate them here, mido wears reading glasses, and todo is soft for that, kami has freckles, like those tiny little electric dots, or like, Sparklers, idk - Freeform, nobody likes mineta, at all, we dont like him either, he ugly, will continue to add tags
Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/22381021
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Aoi is a princely prick
When you procrastinate on one fic and just start writing something else
Hello! I wanted to continue writing my Iku fic but there was this loud person on my bus talking in a foreign language on the phone and I couldn't focus. I usually write on the bus so this was irritating but I vented my frustration through Aoi lol, please enjoy.
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Today was such a day, everything didn't go as planned, his schedule was pushed around and Aoi was arriving late for almost all of his meetings.
So when this person on the train has the audacity to start calling someone in a dead-quiet cabin he felt furious. It was common manners to be quiet and never call on trains. Yeah, some of the foreigners did from time to time but they would be alerted by the staff, but this time around it was this pouchy salary man who really looked like he didn't care about the world.
Aoi had taken out his phone to text with some of the group members. At least this loud guy was doing something for him, attracting the attention. Why would an idol even be on the train? You'd ask.
Well, when everything plainly just went to shit Aoi was left without a ride home and only a scarf, hat and some regular glasses as his disguise. Praying no one would notice him... although that's kind of hard when you look like he does.
Aoi was standing, holding one of the handles with his face towards the window panes. Eventually even the earpieces he was using to listen to the song they would have to practice this afternoon, don't drown the voice next to him out anymore. Now a tick started to mentally form on his forehead, he couldn't focus on his work.
Aoi sighs, turning to the man in question, wanting to quiet him down in favour of not being discovered. The man notices Aoi looking at him in discontent and puts a finger up to his lips, telling him to shush, he felt that should be enough.
But oh, it wasn't. This dude, on his phone still starts grinning. "Yeah, sorry, some blonde here just tried to shush me"
Aoi was perplexed, the grin and the intention behind those words weren't really pretty. "Excuse me?"
The dead-quiet train overhearing their conversation, all eyes were locked onto them now and Aoi knew he couldn't escape anymore. The intercoms rang the last stop before his own and Aoi really wanted to rub his temples.
"Aoi-kun?" One person called out from behind him. Oh shit. Aoi felt cold sweat form in his neck as he closed his eyes for a second, before forming his retort.
"You're being incredibly rude" he said as kindly as possible, with his famous smile playing in as a poker face. The other guy raised a brow before lowering his phone a bit. After Aoi spoke there were at least three people standing up. His eyes glanced over the people who stood up and flashed them a quick smile. These are fangirls. Aoi knew he needed to get out of the train as quickly as he could or he would be flocked.
Luck be in his favour at that moment as the train started slowing down, it was a stop before where he needed to be but he'd walk the rest of it once he was out of sight. Before the man could even respond an 'Aoi-sama!!' screech could be heard from different directions of the train. As soon as the doors opened, Aoi slid out and immediately went a few corners to shake off any followers.
He glanced around from the corner he was in to see if anyone noticed him or followed him, but he seemed to be alone. Aoi took that moment to rest from hurrying about and slumped against the wall when suddenly his phone started vibrating wildly. He sighed as he took it out of his pocket to see the spam of tags he got on twitter and the pictures attached. Man, those girls are quick. He scrolled through a few blurry pictures of himself from just seconds ago and had to laugh at the comments underneath it that said they lost track of him.
Aoi posted a comment underneath one of the pictures with a winky-face kaomoji. Chaos ensued in that comment section.
Aoi then also went to his own Twitter page to send out a tweet:
To the person I just crossed on the train, well... I just hope you got a taste of your own medicine.
Aoi imagined what would have happened to the guy when all of the fangirls tried to go past him when he left the train. He chuckled as he locked his phones again.
Now, to get home.
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Boom Clap [bnha: vigilantes one shot]
Story Summary: Haimawari Koichi is quite content spending New Year's Eve alone in his run-down rooftop apartment, but Iida Tensei has other plans.
Relationship: Haimawari Koichi/Iida Tensei
Rating: T
Warnings/Notes: haha wtf is a warm-up drabble anyways. this isn’t edited but whatever. gonna go back to my other AU in a bit. Happy new year everyone :)
31 December 20XX, 2154H
Haimawari Koichi watches the night sky alone.
He has cans of beer, one of them already open and half-empty in his hand. His phone is out, but apart from taking piss-poor quality photos of the stray fireworks already colouring the night sky in vivid oranges and greens and pinks, it is glaringly quiet. Almost… annoyingly so. But he can’t complain.
Pop is finally spending time with her family and not with some college-aged vigilante, as proper middle school girls ought to. Makoto-senpai is with her older brother too--she managed to pressure him into going home to see their parents after so long.
His college friends wouldn’t step near here, for obvious reasons. And the kinda-friends he’s met as a vigilante… well, Koichi’s kind of dense, but even he understands that inviting Eraserhead for a beer here isn’t the most genius idea.
Knuckleduster… well who knows where he really is right now. Koichi only hopes that he’s alive wherever he is. He doesn’t have a lot of chances to say that he misses that insane master of his, not even to himself.
And… that’s the extent of his friends, he realizes. Those close enough that he can theoretically ask to spend some time with him on his little rooftop in the city, at least.
That’s… kind of sad. But he tries not to think about that too much.
There’s no one else here.
It’s not so bad, he supposes. Life as a college student by day, a vigilante by night isn’t exactly the most quiet. He made up a stupid University-related excuse not to go home to Mom’s because villains don’t take the holidays off (and also he prefers meeting the new year without being slapped silly like a fly). So he should really enjoy the quiet, while he can.
Another stray firework explodes above his head. He tries to capture it on camera, for what it’s worth. As expected, it looks shitty, exactly what you get from a flip-phone camera.
He deletes it.
It’s quiet. A breeze blows by, cold and biting, but his All Might hoodie keeps him warm.
It’s the perfect time for a villain to strike. If he were a villain, he’d strike now.
He looks at the streets below his complex. Come on. Somebody? Anybody?
Nope. Nada. He sighs, and looks up the sky again. Maybe he should patrol, or something? Ah, but during holidays like this, the younger heroes are out and about, on higher alert than on a normal day. If he ran into any of them, he might just be the one to get arrested. Not the best thing to happen to greet the new year.
His phone rings like a bell, startling him. “Ah--”
He flips his phone open. A single message, a short one, but just enough to make his heart flutter.
Tensei Iida (2201H): Happy New Year to you and your family! Here’s hoping that the incoming year is prosperous! Let’s work hard together! - Turbo Hero Ingenium
He’s two hours too early for the generic new year’s greeting texts, isn’t he? He must have thought ahead and sent the message before the signals got congested. Figures that the Turbo Hero is ahead of everyone, even new year’s texts.
Still… Koichi’s smiling a little too wide just receiving a generic greeting. Ah, frickin’ stupid, really--
Their chat thread isn’t exactly brimming with messages, either. In fact, this is the first message in their log. They exchanged numbers ages ago during one of their runs, but there really isn’t a good reason for either of them to send messages to each other. Besides, Koichi thinks that it wouldn’t be good for one of the more popular heroes to be in close contact with an infamous vigilante--who knows when the police might need to check his text records, or something…
Oh… and also, his crippling shyness gets in the way of making a proper human-like text too, let’s not forget about that.
His fingers tap nervously against the keys of his phone, erasing and re-typing and erasing his messages again. Double-thinking whether it’s too eager or too disinterested or just right for him to text now, or in a minute, or in an hour--
What is he going to say, anyway? Blessings to you too, please keep watching out for us? Yeah, let’s work hard together, you on the legal side and me on the dark shady criminal side? Yeah man I can’t wait til we run again, please wear tighter jogging shorts this year hehe jk lol. Oh, wait, is this the appropriate time to confess his crazy gay crush yet? With any luck, the moment Tensei reads it, there’s fireworks in the sky, boom boom and then--
Koichi, no. Just. No.
He inhales, and lets his thumbs fly over the keypad. Happy New Year, he starts out in Japanese, ending with a :) .
Too plain. He deletes that.
Happy New Year, he writes, in English this time. There, that’s not too plain, that might be something that Tensei will at least be a lil bit amused to read. Right. He thinks about it a little more, and adds another :) .
Well. That won’t make any hearts throb. That’s… seenzoned material, that’s not really-- yeah, that’s really boring, even for a generic new year’s greeting that he’s spent a lot of thought on.
A generic new year’s greeting that he’s spent five… ten… fifteen minutes composing already. What the fuck, Koichi. Just say something, anything, just fill up the screen with some shitty fireworks kaomoji and blame it on Pop if he asks about it.
He takes a deep breath. Okay, so… the past year he’s gotten away a lot with being a little more impulsive, right? So just… say what you want, and just let things happen. Most likely nothing will happen, so.
Me: Happy New Year! Thanks for all your help this year. Hope you and your family are doing well, ‘specially Tenya. If you’re patrolling, I hope you don’t run into anyone too dangerous lol~
Before he berates himself for sounding stupid, he presses send. It gets delivered at 2218H.
Okay. Well that isn’t so bad. But the cutesy ~ makes him cringe.
He shuts his phone with a satisfying snap and takes a sip of his beer. Ugh, his face is getting warm, this beer isn’t cold enough! Come on, isn’t it supposed to be winter, where are the bitter biting winds when you need them?
No cold wind comes, only another message. He almost tosses his phone over the side of the building the moment his phone chimes again.
He takes a deep breath, flips his phone open and reads:
Tensei Iida (2221H): Thanks, Haimawari-kun! Tenya’s doing well, he’s with our grandparents outside the city. Just about to finish my shift now tho, so obviously I won’t be celebrating with everyone ^_^’ Are you patrolling too? Try not to get caught, okay?
Ahhh ahhh a real reply ahhhhhhh a blessed smiley from Ingenium, ahhh. He needs to go in and put his head in the freezer.
But he doesn’t--Tensei replied to him really fast, so surely it’s polite to reply to him really fast too. I mean it’s the polite thing to do. A guy on patrol in a quiet city has the means to reply fast, so he should return the favor.
Trying to will his heart not to go doki doki much like a shoujo manga heroine, he struggles to type, Oh, im not lmao theres a lot of you out there and i dont want to spend the new year in prison.
Tensei Iida (2224H): You’re right! That’s a relief. I don’t want to go to Tartarus just so we can go jogging together! ;)
Tensei Iida (2224H): so are you with your folks? Out of town?
The winky face, and the implication that Tensei would visit him in maximum security prison should the opportunity arises almost kills him on the spot. Koichi suppresses another urge to roll over the cement tiles of the rooftop and manages to reply:
Me (2226H): nah. naruhata
Tensei Iida (2327H): oh. In the university dorm, by yourself?
Me (2228H): haha no lmao i dont live in the university. i live up on the roof in that one rundown apartment two blocks away cant miss it
Me (2229H): but yeah by myself
Tensei Iida (2331H): !!! on new years eve?
Me (2232H): yeah?
Tensei Iida (2335H): Oh! Well, that’s not good...
Me (2236H): lmao do u feel that sorry for me
Tensei Iida (2337H): It’s not that! Sorry hahahaha
Me (2238H): its ok haha
Well, that’s a little awkward. Koichi doesn’t know what to say next, and when the minutes pass by, the speedy replies suddenly stops. He tries to type out another reply to tell him to change the subject but he has no clue how to proceed.
And then, the minutes pass in silence. There are more fireworks rising in the skies now, building up a crescendo for the bigger ones scheduled for midnight. They’re really pretty, but Koichi’s guts are in turmoil, giddiness making them churn in one direction, and pure anxiety in the opposite direction.
Fifteen minutes later, to his surprise, his phone chimes again.
Tensei Iida (2253H): 16th st apartment complex?
A firework goes boom behind his head. Koichi blinks. Uh. yeah, he types in dumbly.
Tensei Iida (2254H): Ok. Look down. :D
Koichi stares at the message for another dumb second and almost trips over himself rushing to the edge.
It’s a little hard to see since he’s way down there, but Koichi doesn’t miss the shiny silver and blue of Ingenium’s mecha-inspired hero suit. He’s waving up at him, and Koichi hopes that he sees him waving back.
He’s prepared to turn on his heel and run down to meet him, but he sees Tensei hold his hand up, in a gesture for him to stay right where he is. Koichi tilts his head curiously, raises both arms in a confused shrug.
He’s far away, but Koichi sees him give his trademark grin. He goes five steps backwards…
And Recipro-bursts his way up the side of the building.
“Holy sh--”
It’s less than half a minute when Ingenium makes it up and over the ledge. Smoke rises from the engines of his arms and it’s really concerning, but the way the Turbo Hero is just smiling at him with a salute, like he’s in a mission to rescue him from the burning building of his heart just... makes him melt in a stupid puddle without any sense of comprehension.
“Hey there, Crawler,” Tensei says, stepping closer to him.
“Hey,” Koichi stammers out. “Um… that was neat and all, but you know we have an elevator, so--”
The pro laughs. “Yeah, but elevators are pretty slow, and I wanted to see you faster than they would allow me.”
Anyone who is interested is free to canvass Koichi’s corpse of its vital organs. Just. Say the word.
“Yeah, you were… pretty fast, haha.” His voice catches like he’s still in puberty. He clears his throat. “I didn’t know you could run up the sides of buildings. That’s pretty insane.”
“Yeah, I didn’t know I could too.”
“Uh.”
Tensei collapses on the floor, legs crossed and arms waving in front of him like they’re boneless. “You wouldn’t happen to have any juice there, would you? My arms are feeling pretty wobbly, and--”
Aaaah wtf! “Y-yeah, hang on a sec, Iida--”
Koichi glides in his apartment in the speed of light and rummages through the scanty contents of his fridge. He has to dig a bit to find the stock of grapefruit juice at the back.
(Since that incident with the Catbus, he buys a stock of them on impulse and carries a bottle with him during patrols. In the tiny chance that he runs into Tensei and he needs extra fuel, he’s frickin’ ready. And if he doesn’t, well… grapefruit juice doesn’t taste that bad, so…)
He’s back to Tensei in record time. He tosses the bottle to him, and the pro chugs it down gratefully. He instantly looks refreshed at the last gulp, puts down the bottle with an aahhh and only grins at Koichi’s distress.
“What the heck, Iida! You haven’t done anything like that before?!”
He laughs awkwardly. “I’ve run up two storeys before, but--”
Koichi’s apartment complex is, like, ten storeys high. “Y-you could have gone splat or kaboom on the way up here, man! You could have been a really bloody human firework!”
Tensei shrugs. “I didn’t though! This tells me a lot about what I can do with my quirk!”
He’s a little too chill for someone who could have fallen ten storeys down onto the dirty Naruhata pavement, Koichi thinks. He gives him an exasperated look and collapses next to him. “Yeah, I guess, but… you didn’t have to do all that just to see me…”
He grins at him again, leans his head closer to his, like he tends to do from time to time. Koichi reckons that it’s because Tensei doesn’t have a good sense of personal space, but all the same it makes his heart throb painfully in his chest. “I felt like I did. Let me show off from time to time, Haimawari-kun.”
Ahh you cheesy bastard, Tensei, you bleeding show-off. It’s a good thing it’s so dark, because he’s sure he’s a cherry tomato by that time, and he can’t blame it on the half-empty can of beer next to him. “Hah! Sure, do that… I’d show off my new moves to you too if I could. You’re lucky I can’t, you’d feel like a total slowpoke hahaha--”
What the fuck is he saying, he doesn’t know anymore. This back-and-forth shit-talking thing (Makoto insists that it’s flirting, but Koichi disagrees because hah why would Iida Tensei flirt with a guy like him?) is more natural when they’re running out the streets and out of breath from trying to outdo each other. Without the excuse of physical exhaustion to explain away his stammering, Koichi’s a little worried of how brainless he might have sounded then.
Tensei only looks more and more amused, and doesn’t get any less close. “I dunno about that, Crawler. Been a while since we had a real race.”
“Heh, you’re right.” Koichi has been more careful using his quirk in public, out of disguise. He doesn’t wear his All Might hoodies when he’s around Tensei, unless by accident.
A silence falls between them, a slightly uncomfortable one where Koichi is hyperaware of the steadily increasing proximity between them, of the alcohol in his veins, of his rushing pulse. Trying to distract himself, he reaches out for an unopened can of beer and offers this to Tensei, who accepts.
He pulls the tab off the cheap, lukewarm thing, tilts it close to his. “Cheers.”
Koichi nods. “Cheers.”
They take a swig in unison. Fireworks explode above them, spurts of colors in the sky. The shine of the lights above do something interesting over the steel of Tensei’s suit.
“Hey, so… if you want to take your suit off--”
“Hm?” Tensei looks down on himself. “You want me to strip down? I usually expect dinner first, but for you--”
“That’s not what I--” Koichi stammers, as he flushes in an ever deeper scarlet that he doesn’t think is even possible. Ah, how drunk is he, huh? How Asian is he that he would turn this red, just from drinking this teensy amount of beer?
He takes off the metal plates more carelessly than Koichi reckons he should be handling them, and lets them down on the floor next to him with a sound. Tensei looks grateful for the extra breathing space as he leans back to appreciate the growing noise and lights above them. “This is an awesome spot, Koichi. The view’s great from up here, huh?”
“Yeah, you know it.”
(And the younger boy leans back, away from him, and tries not to appreciate how Tensei looks in just that tight black bodysuit thing he has underneath. Lean, broad, muscly, like a Greek god, and...)
A few quiet moments pass by. Tensei finishes a can. Koichi works on his third one and he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly drinking so fast. He coughs a little to clear up his suddenly tight throat. “So it’s weird because you almost died going up here, but thanks for coming up here, I guess… it’s pretty cool being up here, by myself--”
Perfectly content, and lonely, and quite possibly drunk by himself by this time, but not as drunk as he feels right there next to him--
“--but it’s cool not… looking at all the pretty lights by myself this time,” he struggles out. Stupid, really, he isn’t even looking at the fireworks anymore, just the beer can under his nose, like he’s reading tea leaves and begging for some clarity.
“Yeah. I’m glad I invited myself up here, too,” Tensei says gently. “I’m shameless I know, but knowing you’re alone up here, I couldn’t help myself--”
Koichi laughs nervously. “Yeah, you are pretty--”
When he turns his head, Tensei’s nose is two centimeters away from his. His eyes are looking right into his, freezing him in place.
“... pretty,” he swallows, already lost. “... shameless.”
Tensei makes a sound in his throat, so quiet that he can’t hear it among the sounds of explosions, but he’s so close he feels the hit, like he Shooty-Go-Blammed himself in the chest. He might be agreeing or disagreeing but fuck whatever they were talking about, Koichi can’t remember why the small talk matters anymore.
Tensei puts one gloved hand underneath his chin, a lackadaisical grin on his face showing off that sharp incisor that Koichi thinks is very cute. “Pretty,” he agrees.
He feels the change in the air, feels the charge spark in between them, through his eyeballs and his little brain.
They lean in closer. Eyes flutter closed. Koichi’s heart is beating fast and hot and electric.
Lips touch.
Explosions go off in his brain.
Ahhh, Koichi screams in his head, as the sensation of Tensei’s insanely soft lips on his beery virgin ones immediately makes him question reality. One hand goes up to experimentally touch the back of the older man’s head, fingers threading through that soft, dark hair. He pushes a little, nudges him just a little closer to him. The minuscule distance between them practically disappears.
“Ahhh--” This time his mental scream is an audible gasp when Tensei pushes him down on the concrete, supporting his head and back with gloved hands, and continues the kissing with Koichi underneath him.
Sparks of light litter the night air, like violent blooming flowers against the infinite canopy of darkness, in booms and kablooeys and claps and other ridiculous noises. Koichi doesn’t care to wax poetic about them, not when his heart is probably doing the same shit, with Tensei and his warmth is right there above him, feeling so nice and right.
Yeah, he belongs right here, right in his arms. What the hell has he done all year, the blur that is his 19 years of life, before this?
Eventually they have to break the kiss to get some of that chill air between their lungs. They gasp in unison, a dashing smile on Tensei’s face, and a dopey smile on Koichi’s. The older man caresses the side of his face. “Haimawari-kun,” he says gently.
“Yeah? Ah, it’s Koichi, by the way.”
Tensei nods. “Koichi-kun,” he repeats.
That right there is the stuff of dreams. Koichi feels like he’s overheating, despite the winter night. “Hah, is it new years yet, Iida? We should be counting down, or something--”
He gets another sweet kiss on the lips instead. Moments stretch before him. The concrete under him feels like the softest cloud as he allows himself to melt under his touch once again.
“It’s Tensei,” he breathes sensually into his ear. “And… honestly, I don’t care about the time, Koichi, just--”
There’s jovial shouting down at where the city square is, and more light and noise, far away from their rooftop.
“Yeah,” Koichi agrees with a smile. “Fuck that clock.”
They laugh like a couple of idiots, and kiss some more and damn, he could do with more of this in the coming years.
Soon, it’s January. The air is getting a little colder. They spend the rest of the first day of the new year in Koichi’s humble apartment, warmer than either of them could ever hope for.
#bnha fic#bnha vigilantes#tenkoi#koisei#haimawari koichi#iida tensei#koichi x tensei#new years kiss#let's celebrate everyone
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