#rom-com collab 💐

[honeesucker]

Heart-Shaped Castella

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) x Fem!Reader | NSFW 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 5,466

Content Warnings: a single-use of a food word in lieu of a curse word, absolute cavity-inducing softness, size difference / size kink, reader has a molecular quirk that allows her to stretch doughs... and other things, Fatgum is a little obsessive but in a sweet new crush kind of way, descriptions of villain attack, brief mention of blood (dried) and injuries (minor), p in v sex, pussy eating, aftercare softness.

*For @frostthecupcake​ ‘s RomCom collab! 💐

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The gentle breeze that drifted in through the open transom windows of your bakery helped to alleviate the humid warmth from your ovens and sent a delicious waft of your freshly baked pastries out onto the street. You had your headphones in, not worried about customers walking in this late as it was past your operating hours, and you were just catching up on baking for the next day so you could sleep in a little more. You were dancing, the gentle sway of your hips gliding you around the kitchen as you put on oven mitts and took some fresh, sweet seasonal-flavored breads from the oven before sliding them onto a cooling rack before turning back to a new icing recipe you were monitoring. Outside on the street, Fatgum was making his way back to the agency to wrap up some reports from an earlier incident, having already sent his sidekicks home to rest. The sweetest scent hit him like a bullet train and brought him to a dead stop in the center of the sidewalk as hie eyes scanned around him. He had walked this road many times before, in fact this was his most used route back to the agency, and back to his home because of how many restaurants and shops line the streets... and he can’t remember ever smelling something like this.  

Fatgum’s eyes scanned around the familiar line of street vendors, open shops, restaurants and other assortment of buzzing businesses until his eyes caught sight of something he had never had the chance to catch open. A bakery, Flake & Crumble, had always been closed when he was walking to the agency in the morning hours, and closed when he was trudging home or back to the agency into the late night... this was like a golden opportunity shining brightly in his face, and wafting into his nose. He made his way to the tall glass doors before pushing one open with a melodic ding! before noticing no one was around, no one at the counter to greet customers, and no... customers? Fatgum felt a little out of place, wondering if the shop was truly open like it seemed before the sound of gentle hums and someone singing pieces of a song from the back.

Curiosity piqued, Fatgum followed the sound of the humming. His steps cautious as he navigated through the neatly organized bakery, careful in his current form not to carelessly knock anything over in the tight spaces. As he rounded the corner into the back, the sweet aroma enveloped him, intensifying with each passing moment. He couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, feeling his mouth water with the scent of the delectable treats wafting from the back.

As he neared the source of the humming, his eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of you, dancing and swaying to the music playing in your headphones. The sight was both unexpected and delightful, your movements exuding a joy and passion for your craft that was infectious, as you took trays from the oven to a cooling rack, from a rack to a counter where you were putting them on display trays... Fatgum found himself captivated, unable to tear his gaze away from you lost in your own little world, you continued to dance, your graceful motions mirroring the rhythm of the music.  

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Fatgum cleared his throat, his voice breaking the mostly silent atmosphere. "Um, excuse me?" he called out, a hint of hesitancy in his voice as he tried not to startle you. Unfortunately, you were easily startled... screaming out as you turned and glanced up at Fatgum.

“Oh, for crusts sake!” Your heartbeat was hammering in your chest as your eyes widened as you took in the sight of the unexpected visitor. A smile graced your lips as you removed your headphones, the soft beats of the music now louder through your headphones. "Fatgum! Wow... ah, I'm sorry, we're closed for the day," you explained, a touch of regret in your voice. "But if you'd like, I can save you some goodies for tomorrow."

Fatgum chuckled, his soft laughter filling the air. "Actually, I was hoping to try something right now. The aroma drew me in from the street and I’m never by here when you’re open," he confessed, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

A mischievous glint appeared in your eyes as you surveyed the array of freshly baked treats. "Well, since you've stumbled upon my secret late-night baking session, how about I make an exception and offer you a taste of something special? You are my favorite hero, and I did leave the door unlocked..."

The anticipation on Fatgum's face was palpable as he nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement, accompanied by a soft blush on his cheeks at you calling him your favorite hero. You swiftly moved to the counter, retrieving a tray as you filled it with an assortment of pastries. Each treat looked like a work of art, their colors and textures enticing him without even taking a bite. Placing the tray between you, you explained each delicacy, sharing their unique flavors and ingredients. As Fatgum took his first bite, a look of pure bliss washed over his face. The combination of flavors exploded in his mouth, a symphony of sweetness and indulgence unlike anything he had ever experienced before, he felt his energy explode in a way it never had with other foods he consumed.

For a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in this cozy bakery. Fatgum savored each bite, relishing in the care and expertise that went into creating each mouthwatering creation, and with every bite, a sense of warmth and connection grew between you... and as the last crumbs were devoured Fatgum let out a satisfied sigh, his hunger satisfied. He couldn't help but smile at you, gratitude radiating from his kind gaze.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. "This was more than I could have imagined. You truly have a gift."

You returned his smile, a twinkle of pride in your eyes. "It's my pleasure. Sharing my passion with others is the best part of what I do... and even more unexpectedly when I get to share it with you – I never imagined I’d have the chance."  

The two of you shared a moment of quiet appreciation, the sound of soft music still playing in the background. It was a serendipitous encounter, a bright spark of a connection formed over pastries and something more.  

Days turned into weeks in the blink of an eye since that fateful nighttime encounter at your bakery. Fatgum found himself drawn back to the warmth and comfort of Flake & Crumble, not just for the mouthwatering pastries, but also for the inexplicable comfort he had found in you. With each visit, conversations grew longer and more intimate. Fatgum discovered your passion for baking went beyond the delicious treats you created; you often donated a lot of product to nearby shelters, you had charity days where all the money your bakery made would go to a chosen charity of the week... you heart was as big as your industrial-sized mixer, and it endeared him to you... and in return, you found solace in his presence, his jovial nature bringing a sense of ease and laughter to your days you never knew you were needing. It was a surreal experience, having your number one hero visiting you nearly daily but as time passed you grew more and more comfortable around him, he was just so easy to open up to, and be around.

On a particularly busy day, as you rushed around the bakery attending to customers and ensuring every order was prepared to perfection, Fatgum watched you with admiration. The way you effortlessly multitasked, your dedication evident in every meticulous detail, made him appreciate your talents even more... you were the one solely making the baked goods, and working the shop... you didn’t employ anyone – having stated one night that it was your labor of love and you had a hard time letting go of control when it came to the shop.

Finally, when the stream of customers began to dwindle, Fatgum took a deep breath, gathering his courage. Today was the day he would take the leap and ask you on a date, hoping that the connection he felt was reciprocated. With a warm smile, he approached the counter where you stood, a gentle flush gracing his cheeks. "Hey, (Name)," he greeted, his voice filled with a mix of nerves and excitement.

You turned to face him, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "Hey Fatgum, what’s up... need another round of sweet breads?"

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Actually, I was wondering if you'd be interested in going out with me sometime. You know, like a date?"

Your eyes widened, momentarily caught off guard by his request. However, the surprise quickly transformed into a soft, genuine smile. "I'd love to," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and sincerity as you averted your gaze from him, a red-hot blush creeping upon your face.  

"Really? That's great! How about we go out for dinner tomorrow? My treat." His excitement was palpable as relief washed over him; a weight lifted from his shoulders.

You nodded, a playful glimmer in your eyes. "Sounds wonderful. I'll be looking forward to it."

As the evening settled in, the two of you exchanged contact information, eagerly making plans for the following day. The anticipation and excitement filled the air, as Fatgum left your bakery with the melodic chime of your door, waving back at you with his signature grin from beyond the painted glass.

The next evening, Fatgum arrived at your doorstep, a bouquet of flowers in hand. Dressed in a clean, crisp outfit, not totally dissimilar to his hero costume, but more muted in shades of black and grey... an attempt to be casual despite his stature. He beamed with joy as you opened the door, a radiant smile adorning your face as you happily accepted the bouquet, inviting him in for a drink as you put the flowers in a beautiful clear vase before heading out together.

The date was filled with laughter, heartfelt conversations, and shared moments of connection over a delicious meal. You discovered more about each other's hopes, dreams, and passions. Time seemed to melt away as the evening unfolded, leaving the two of you lost in each other's company, and as the night ended, Fatgum walked you back to your apartment, a soft breeze rustling through the trees. The moonlight cast a gentle glow, enveloping you both in a quiet intimacy.

He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on you. "I had an amazing time tonight," he confessed, his voice filled with nervous sincerity. "And I hope we can do it again soon."

A blush spread across your cheeks as you looked up at him, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and affection. "I had a wonderful time too, Fatgum," you replied softly. "I would love to see you again." You paused, considering your words. “For another date, outside of the bakery.”

“Taishiro,” Fatgum said softly, looking down at you with a soft expression.

“Hm?” You glanced up again, Fatgum backlit by the moonlight making him even more handsome in your eyes as the night enveloped you both.  

“Taishiro,” Fatgum repeated, smiling gently. “You can call me by my name, if you’d like to... Taishiro.”

With a shy smile you reached out, gently taking his large hand in yours... the warmth of his touch sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, your imagination running wild with the thoughts of where else his hands could go on your body... but instead you swallowed hard despite your mouth drying out, nervous, as you glanced up at him through your lashes. “Goodnight, Taishiro,” you murmured softly, and Fatgum couldn’t stop the blush on his cheeks, and if anyone asked it would be from the three glasses of wine he had at dinner. “Thank you for a most wonderful first date,” you leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth as you turned and walked inside your apartment building... leaving a stunned Fatgum on the sidewalk, reaching up to touch where your lips had been with a dreamy sigh.

A week after your first date an unexpected thing happened, although within regular society Pro Heroes existed for one reason: to fight evil, to ward off villains... so not all that surprising when a group of villains attacked causing immeasurable damage to the city, and particularly the street your bakery was on. 

Villains, you thought as you lay beneath a piece of large steel rafter, what a bunch of assholes.

Fatgum's heart pounded with worry as he hurriedly made his way to your bakery. His mind raced with fear and concern, dreading what he might find upon his arrival. He had heard of the attack, had been dispatched in helping aide the other Pro Heroes on scene to wrap up the fight and evacuate citizens... Fatgum immediately recognizing the epicenter of the attack was in the district your bakery sat in the dead center of. The usual pleasant anticipation of seeing you had been replaced with a sense of dread, fueled by the realization that something terrible had happened, and the uncertainty of what he was to face when he found you... if he found you.

Rescue and recovery efforts had just begun, still in the planning and dispatching stages and as he turned the corner, his worst fears were confirmed. The once welcoming facade of Flake & Crumble now bore the scars of a violent encounter. Broken glass and scattered debris littered the entrance, and the interior was in disarray. Panic seized his chest as he called out your name, desperately hoping for a response as he bulldozed his way through the wreckage to the back of the bakery, ensuring no other civilians were injured in the building as well.

His heart sank when he heard a faint groan coming from the back. Without a second thought, Fatgum rushed forward, his instincts as a hero kicking into overdrive as he rushed over, his eyes widened with concern as he found you pinned beneath a steel beam, a stream of dried blood tracking down your face as you cradled your arm, your features etched with pain.

Fatgum's heart pounded with worry as he hurriedly made his way to your bakery. His mind raced with fear and concern, dreading what he might find upon his arrival. The usual pleasant anticipation of seeing you had been replaced with a sense of dread, fueled by the realization that something terrible had happened.

As he turned the corner, his worst fears were confirmed. The once welcoming facade of Flake & Crumble now bore the scars of a violent encounter. Broken glass and scattered debris littered the entrance, and the interior was in disarray. Panic seized his chest as he called out your name, desperately hoping for a response.

His heart sank when he heard a faint groan coming from behind the counter. Without a second thought, Fatgum rushed forward, his instincts as a hero kicking into overdrive. His eyes widened with concern as he found you cradling your arm, your face etched with pain.

"(Name)! Are you alright?" Fatgum exclaimed, kneeling beside you and lifting the metal beam off of your body.

You winced, but managed a weak smile. "I'm... I'm okay, Fatgum. Just a few minor injuries... my quirk keeps me flexible enough to manage this kind of thing, to be honest."

His heart swelled with relief at your words, though the sight of your pain tore at him. "We need to get you to a hospital," he insisted, gently supporting you as you attempted to stand.

You shook your head, stubborn determination flashing in your eyes. "No, Fatgum. The bakery... It needs to be taken care of first. We can worry about me later."

“Like Hell we can!” Fatgum shouted, his worry and the ball of anxiety that formed in him on his way over coming to a head as he exploded, tears welling up in, and falling from his eyes. “At least get checked out by the medics at the triage tent.” Seeing his grief at your current state, you didn’t want to be stubborn and argue, simply nodding and allowing him to carefully lead you over to the triage tent, where a medic with a healing quirk looked you over and assessed minimal damage, performing a quick heal that took care of the more major scrapes and bruises, and the laceration to your head. Despite your anxiety surrounding your bakery, Fatgum did his best to offer support and comfort in the form of physical touch, and encouraging words. They worked for the most part, but he noticed the deep, sad frown on your face as you looked at the decimated store front of Flake & Crumble.

Weeks passed as the restoration efforts continued, and through it all, Fatgum remained a constant presence in your life. He supported you emotionally, ensuring that you felt safe and cared for during the process of rebuilding. After a lot of hard work from you, and surprising, heartwarming efforts by the surrounding community, the bakery stood stronger than ever, a symbol of resilience.  

As the last piece of expertly painted glass was installed Fatgum gently took your hand in his, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and affection. "We made it through, (Name)," he said softly. "And I promise, I'll always be here to protect you." Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time they were tears of gratitude and love as you leaned up on the stool you were standing on, gently cradling his large face in your hands as you placed a sweet, passionate kiss to his lips. Fatgum didn’t react at first, being taken by complete surprise until his brain stopped misfiring long enough to wrap his arms around your body, pulling you in closer as he deepened the kiss, minutes passing until the desperate need for air forced you two apart, your foreheads pressing against each other as your eyes remained closed, basking in the intimacy of the afterglow. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Fatgum looked at you with a mix of nervousness and affection. His eyes held a silent question, a desire to take the next step in your relationship after the shared moment with you.

"(Name), there's something I've been wanting to ask you," Fatgum began, his voice filled with tenderness. "Would you... would you like to come over to my place? I'd love to spend more time with you, just the two of us... if it’s not too forward."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you took his hand in yours. "I'd love to, Taishiro,” you murmured, pressing another soft, reassuring kiss to his lips. His face lit up with joy, and he helped you wrap up the final touches on the bakery, locking up for the night; finally leading you to his apartment, a cozy space that reflected his big, warm personality. As you entered, you couldn't help but notice the comfortable and inviting atmosphere, adorned with plush furniture and soft lighting, and the heavenly smell of various snacks, and foods you hadn’t ever seen before... did he have foreign snacks imported? You couldn’t help the smile as you slipped out of your shoes, allowing Fatgum to lead you into his space as he picked you up and sat you down on the countertop in his kitchen as he made a quick phone call, ordering enough food to feed a small army as he grinned at you, walking in close to cage you between his body and the countertop. His large hands coming up to rest on the plushness of your hips as you felt his fingers squeeze and knead at the soft skin, a small gasp leaving your mouth as your lips parted at the sensations, Fatgum taking that moment to seal a kiss against your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth and filling you up in an unexpected way... but for such a large man, this size different wasn’t a surprise. He finally pulled away, both of you left panting as a needy look adored your sweet face, shooting a jolt of desire straight to Fatgum’s cock as he looked down at you, admiring the beauty of the moment.

His gaze met yours, seeking permission and reassurance. In that silent exchange, you both recognized the deepening connection that had blossomed between you... but before he could act on any further desire, as the warmth of your intimate moment lingered, a gentle rumble broke the tranquility of the room. Both you and Fatgum couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected interruption, your stomachs growling in unison.

A playful smile tugging at your lips. "I guess it's time to take a break from the romance and satisfy a different hunger." Reluctantly disentangling yourselves, you both moved from the kitchen and made your way to the living room, you sitting on the plush couch just as the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the food. Fatgum rushed to open it, returning with bags filled with a delicious-smelling array of food. The two of you set the food out on the coffee table, creating a makeshift feast that showcased an array of mouthwatering dishes as Fatgum smiled at you.  

“Dig in!” He said happily. In between mouthfuls, you and Fatgum continued your conversation, enjoying each other's company in a different, yet equally fulfilling way. The initial passion might have been momentarily set aside, but the connection between you remained strong, fostering a deep sense of closeness. As the last morsel was devoured and satisfied sighs escaped your lips, Fatgum leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you. "You know, (Name), even takeaway can't compare to the sweetness of being with you," he said, his voice filled with genuine affection, a playful smile on his face at the cheesy thing he said.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you met his gaze, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude. "And being with you feels like home," you replied softly, your heart swelling with new love as Fatgum stared wide-eyed at you, for a moment it didn’t even seem like he was breathing as he pulled you into his arms, squeezing gently as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. With a renewed sense of appreciation for each other you both cleared the table before returning to the couch. Fatgum pulling you onto his lap as your legs straddled him as best as you could, his sheer size dwarfing you and causing you to blush with the sight of him... he was so gentle, so tender and loving for someone so intimidating in his size. Fatgum’s hands settled back on your hips, one hand reaching up to pull you back into a hungry kiss. Your lips parted for him with a sigh as his tongue explored your mouth once more, one hand anchored to the plush of your hip as the other began a slow ascent beneath your shirt, coming to rest a large hand over your chest as he pulled away to look at you, his eyes asking a silent question as you nodded... reaching back behind you to further the night as you unclasped your bra and let the material drop to the floor as you then pulled your sweater above your head, your top half now bared to Fatgum’s hungry eyes.  

“Wow,” he breathed, both hands now reaching up to knead and massage your chest, enjoying the needy little breathy sounds he pulled from you as he pinched your nipples with moderate strength. He lifted you up a little in his arms, leaning forward to take each breast in his mouth, sucking on the soft skin and nipping gently at each of your nipples as he assaulted you with hungry licks, gentle bites and new sensations you didn’t think chest stimulation would give you... but he was giving them to you. After a moment Fatgum helped you strip from your bottoms, too, before lifting you up as you gave a small, surprised scream before he threw your legs over his shoulders, bringing your exposed pussy to him as he leaned forward, his large hands gripping your hips as he gave an experimental lick, your body jolting with the sensation as his warm tongue completely covered you. Fatgum was a man who could ear, clearly, by his stature and the functionality of his quirk – there was no question... and with the masterful way he speared you on his tongue, the large appendage acting almost as a cock, warm, thick and wet as it wriggled and licked each hidden crevice inside of you, there was truly no question of his skills. Your mind went black as the pleasure overtook your body, the unexpected way he managed to use his size to utilize his tongue in a way no other man could had your body jolting up, grabbing onto him as you shook and convulsed on him, his tongue still fully seated inside of you as he pulled back slowly, drinking the sweet cum that you gave him... his retreat sending shudders through your body as your mind buzzed with the white noise of post mind-blowing orgasm.

He carefully lowered your body from his shoulders, opting to carry you bridal style as he walked you both into his bedroom. Fatgum set your nude body atop the plush comforter on his mega-sized bed, sinking into the softness as you licked your lips, watching as Fatgum slowly undid his jacket, revealing a t-shirt beneath, slowly slipping out of it as he revealed rippling muscle covered in layers of fat, an expanse of new and faded stretchmarks, proof of his body expanding and shrinking as it does, his strong arms flexing as he reaches down to slip out of his pants... left in nothing but black boxer briefs as your eyes goes wide as saucers at the sight of his half-hard bulge already being larger than any monster-sized toy you’ve seen online while shopping for yourself. Fatgum blushed under your intense scrutiny, before you smiled up at him, a genuine, loving smile.

“Y-You’re so...” you couldn’t find the words as you licked your lips again, staring across the expanse of his large body. “You’re so beautiful, Fatgum, so handsome... just... so damn big.” You breathed out, motioning for him to come to you as you slipped off the bed, standing up now as you touched all over his body, admiring the scars, curves, plush fat and muscle as he allowed you to grab and grope however, and wherever you please. “Gorgeous...” you breathed again, and this time Fatgum leaned down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, the taste of your cum still on his tongue as he devoured you, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he sat you down on the bed, with him still standing his pelvis was at the perfect height for him to just... slip in. “Underwear, off, please.” You managed out, leaning back to toy with your clit as your wet, welcoming pussy called to him. He slipped from his boxer briefs, revealing a monster cock and a worried look on his face as you stared up at him.

“S-Should we even try? I don’t want to hurt you...” Fatgum said softly, a sad dejected tone to his voice. You shook your head slowly, smiling up at him.

“Remember when I told you about my quirk?” Fatgum nodded, briefly remembering when you mentioned it to him. “I can stretch, Taishiro... any part of my body.” He felt as though someone dumped a bucket of cold water on him, his eyes going wide as his brain misfired... you can stretch? He will... he will fit with no issues? He couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe his luck in running into you, falling for you... and the universe giving him this gift of you two being able to fit each other perfectly. “Now please fuck me.”  

You didn’t have to tell him twice, with a few pumps to his length, he lined himself up with you, still filled with nervous energy as he pressed forward into you and while the stretch was tight and pleasant, and the look on your face was pure, unfiltered bliss... Fatgum could feel the way you gave way to him, feel the way be bottomed out and see the way he made your belly bulge up.

“Oh my god,” he breathed under his breath, reveling in a sensation he had never been able to experience before, the warm, wet tightness of your pussy convulsing around him as his balls rested heavy against your ass was something else... something he could never dream to imagine, fisting his hand or the custom-ordered cock sleeve did not compared to this feeling. Fatgum pulled almost all the way out, just the spongy head of his cock left inside to stretch you as he slammed his hips back up into you, a high-pitched scream of pleasure leaving your throat as you looked up at him, eyelashes already clumping together with tears from the sheer fullness he left you with. Fatgum couldn’t hold himself back, using your hips as leverage as he simultaneously slammed his cock forward and pulled your body to him until he was bullying his cock against your cervix in a mix of pleasure and pain, the overstimulation and his relentless thrusting leaving a creamy ring at the base of his cock, a mixture of your cum, his spit and pre-cum... Fatgum bit hit bottom lip as he groaned, unable to deal in the pleasure your body was bringing him, your sweet saccharine cries as he pummeled into you until your body was shaking with another release, your walls clamping down around his cock as he continued to fuck you through your second orgasm. It wasn’t long after, with how tightly your cunt squeezed around his cock that his hips were stuttering and he was unloading a truly enormous release inside of you, the sticky white seeping out of your hole as he drug his cock in and out of you at a slower pace, until he fully softened in you, his cockhead releasing with a wet click as he nearly fell back onto the floor from the exhaustion and bliss. Fatgum lifting up your limp body, holding you close to him as he led you both to his shower, allowing the water to heat up and steam the bathroom as he stepped into the wide shower, practically a room of its own with large benches built in as he set you down under one of the many streams coming from multiple angles. He held lather a mild, sweet soap on your skin as you started to smell his familiar scent, your body relaxing into his touch as he took care to clean you up, even having you pee in the shower to prevent a UTI, cleaning you up again afterward... he took a moment away from you to wash himself, before turning off the water after a nice forty minutes together beneath the hot streams. He towel-dried your hair, and body, along with his as he walked you both back to his bed, stripping the top comforter that was stained and sticky, the musky scent of sex clinging to it as he went into his closet and pulled out a clean smelling, equally plush duvet. He settled into bed and pulled you close against him, murmuring sweet words into your hair as he held you close, stroking your body and kissing the top of your head. He offered you water, which you drank quickly as he smiled down at you, whispering thank you’s and words of his adoration as you settled against him, your eyes closing as you began to sink into a dreamless sleep, exhausting taking you with it.  

“When you wake up, I’m going to ask you to be my girlfriend officially,” Fatgum whispered softly, stroking the hair out of your face.

“Just marry me,” you yawned, the whisper leaving Fatgum frozen to his spot as he wasn’t sure if you were serious or not, wasn’t even sure if you were fully awake enough to realize what you said... but he vowed that come the first light of the morning he would definitely bring it up again.

It wasn’t hard for him, already picturing your guys’ life together.

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Chemicals React

Hi hi!!!

This is a long time coming! This is for the wifey’s collab @frostthecupcake hallmark collab!!

Pairing: Prohero!Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, slight angst, comfort, aged up characters, miscommunication cause it’s a romcom

Word count: 7.7K

“Look, Mr. Shimura,” you huff out as you speed walk to your office, “I’ve provided the magazine and blog with plenty of stories and amazing pictures of heroes over the years.” You sit down in your chair, securing the phone on your ear in the crook of your neck, “and you expect me to find a hero who went underground and was a social pariah just to get views? It’s immoral and way out of my pay grade!”

“You’re the best we have! And besides, you were the one that helped Japan see how wonderful Dynamight is while uncovering his relationship status.”

You sigh into the phone as you open a new document to begin brainstorming. “I had to do many favors for him and assure him of his and his partners safety. This story you're pitching sounds invasive and insensitive.” You may be a journalist, but you have morals. If this hero your boss is talking about wants to be left alone, then who are you to interrupt his peace? There’s gotta be a reason the brainwashing hero truly went underground and you’re content leaving him alone. Hell, you don’t even know what he looks like. No one has seen or heard from him in years. Maybe he wanted to keep it that way.

“I’ll give you a promotion.”

“Okay now you’re just desperate.”

Your boss laughs on the other line. “Oh you’re always so funny! I’m sure you know we’re not doing well in stocks, we’re almost bankrupt, and we need a story to put us on top again! And I think you can get us this story. And I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.” With the beeps in your ear, you’re cut out of the call as he hangs up the phone. You put your phone down and rub at your temples. This job could make or break you, and the thought of a promotion? Well you know you and your boyfriend were thinking of moving in together and could use the extra money to make that a reality.

Speaking of your boyfriend, you give him a call hoping he can help you with your moral decision. He picks up after a couple rings. “Hey babe, how are you? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know what to do. I got a new assignment and they want me to unearth an underground hero and just expose him.”

“Hmmm,” he pauses, “and you want to leave him alone because maybe he’s already at peace?”

You sigh and chuckle in relief that someone gets it. “Yes! That’s it exactly, maybe there’s a reason he went underground in the first place. So what if there’s a promotion and pay increase involved? I can’t do that-“

“A pay increase? You said yes right?”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and clutch your phone tighter. “I mean, I have no choice but I can’t do it. It wouldn’t be right and they only want this to reinvigorate the company-“

“So do it. I can help you find him. He’s the one with the brainwashing quirk right?”

“Ah yes but-“

He continues to interrupt you and go on. “Easy, I can send you the information I have about him and you can go find him. Think of it as a vacation! You can get out of town and I can spend time with Haruki and- ah fuck.” Your breath is caught in your throat at his slip up. “Ignore that last part,” he pleads, “I’ll send you what you need right away.” All your boyfriend hears is silence on the other end and your shallow breathing. “Baby girl?”

You try to shake off the shock of his words before you take a deep breath. “Who’s Haruki?” You wait for him to form the right words or deny his words. But all he did was fumble and try to say it was a one time thing and she didn’t mean anything. The day already wasn’t in your favor and thus just made everything much, much worse. “Shut up. Just….send me what I need and never talk to me again.”

“Baby, I-“

“I want your stuff out of my place. You’re right, I do need a vacation.”

******

Despite your recent break up, you’re thankful for the lead that asshole gave you in finding your story. Even your assistant said that doing this cover would be the break you and the company needs. As much as you didn’t want to do this, you still had a job and didn’t want to look for anything new. You rest your head back on the plane to try and get some rest before arriving in the new city.

All roads lead to the Saitama prefecture. It’s a pretty big area but you knew the right questions to ask to find someone. Your flight lands in the mid afternoon and your first destination is your hotel. The company didn’t put you in the most lavish arrangements but not wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Your room had a decent view and had enough room for you to spread out your work stuff and your for fun items. Knowing you’ll be there for a while, you make yourself at home as best you can as you unpack your belongings. After about 30 minutes of settling down, you sit down at the desk provided and open your laptop.

The cursor on the blank document irks you as inspiration evades you. You don’t even wanna write this expose but you couldn’t turn down a free much needed vacation. Maybe you could convince your boss to write about someone else? Why this guy? What’s so special about him? Just because he was treated badly because of his quirk? Once you think about your bosses intentions, you dial him angrily. “What’s the angle here? I still don’t understand why him? Can’t I just interview Eraserhead? No one has been able to get an interview with him in forever!”

“No,” he seethes. “It has to be Mind Jack. No exceptions, or you’re fired!”

You gasp when the threat of your livelihood is put in the fray. The stress of having to write this up begins to drive you crazy so instead of staying in your room you head out to explore. Maybe something about the area can help you find some inspiration? Maybe?

Unbeknownst to you, Mr. Shimura hired someone to make sure you don’t back out of the job. Sure it took extra money, but you’re his money maker and he needs to make sure you’re going to get this right. It’s all for the greater good, he muses to himself, as his PI sends him an update that you have left your hotel. It’s all for the greater good, it’s all for the greater good….

*****

“Alright, perfect. You’re gonna get into that hero program no problem.”

The eager junior high schooler smiles brightly at her teacher as she fills out the application. “Thanks, Sensei! I couldn’t have done this without you. Whoops, gotta go. My mom is outside.” The student waves to her private teacher and heads home. The teacher in question sighs happily and sits back at his desk. He never thought that all his knowledge from being in a hero course and being a hero for a few years would lead him back home.

If you had told Shinsou Hitoshi, former brainwashing hero named Mind Jack, that he would be teaching after school lessons for kids who want to be heroes, specifically with mind related quirks he would’ve laughed. All he wanted was to be a hero, the first to take a taboo quirk and do good. Unfortunately, the world still wasn’t ready for it. Every mission he took was scrutinized and over analyzed, despite the good he was doing. His strength and combat couldn’t fight off the press and tabloids saying how he manipulated everyone at the commission to let him in. The scorching words and piercing looks were too much, so he hung up his costume, gave up his hero name, and moved back home. A former teacher of his from his primary school days contacted him after remembering him and offered him a position in the school system to help those like him. No one should ever be treated the way he was.

Shinsou cleans up his office and locks the door behind him, carrying his bag and heads off onto the street. There’s a nearby cat cafe he likes to frequent to help destress. He walks slowly today, thinking about his previous student and how he hopes she’s treated with better respect. Her quirk allows her to read the mind of those she wills to seek the truth and figure out what their moves are in combat. Before Shinsou returned home, the girl was ostracized for being able to read minds which could lead her to cheating on tests and similar acts. But now, she’s one of the best fighters in her prefecture and studies harder than anyone to make sure no one doubts her skills. He may be biased toward her, but he sees himself in her and wishes nothing but success for her.

The ding of the door and smell of cats wafts into his nose as he enters the cafe. The staff waves to him and he responds. “Shinsou-san,” the manager on duty calls out. “We’re a little crowded today, but there’s a young lady by herself if you don’t mind sharing.” The older woman points over to where you’re sitting and sees that you’re working on something. Shinsou sighs out a thank you and trods over to where you are. Your eyebrows stay furrowed as you stare at your laptop, inspiration still fleeting.

“You know, I usually sit in this corner.”

You’re shook from your stupor as you look up. At first, he’s one of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen. But then you see annoyance on his facial features and you recoil. “Ah, sorry,” you say, shrinking in on yourself. “Umm, but you can join me? There aren’t many seats open…”

Shinsou looks you over and quirks an eyebrow. You’re clearly not from here, you must be a Tokyo woman coming for a slower lifestyle. Whatever, he muses, not like he’s in a rush to head home. “Sure,” he huffs as he pulls out the chair opposite you. He then picks up a menu, scanning it but already knowing what to order to take the time to observe you. You must be working on something, otherwise you wouldn’t look so stressed out. He notes the agitated tapping of your heel as you cutely bite your lip. Wait cute? He quickly shakes his head before begrudgingly deciding to spark a conversation. “You’re not from here, are you?”

You peak up from your laptop and sheepishly close it. “You’re observant,” you comment. “I’m supposed to be looking for somebody.”

“Ominous, but I’m intrigued.” Shinsou scoots his chair closer to the table. “And just exactly who are you looking for?”

You hesitate slightly, not wanting to reveal your true intentions to a total stranger. You deliberate for a couple seconds before you give the attractive man in front of you an answer. “Honestly? I have no idea. All I know is that he’s from the Saitama prefecture.”

Shinsou hisses his teeth in displeasure and smirks at you. “That’s rough, there’s way too many people here for that and it’s pretty big. Is that really your only lead?”

You let out a breath and rest your chin in your hand. “I know! And the worst part is I don’t even wanna write this story. My boss is pushing it or I’ll get fired.”

That catches his attention, seeing your face sink at the mention of being fired. “So you’re a writer? Written anything I might’ve read?”

You shrug at his banter. “Eh, I don’t like to talk about my work all that much. It just pays the bills. I hate that I’m good at it.” You pout at your dismay and Shinsou attempts to hide the uptick of the corner of his mouth. It looks like you could use a vacation. He relaxes in the chair as the waiter comes to take your orders. “You come here often?”

“I’m practically a regular, it’s one of my favorite places to unwind after a stressful day.”

You chuckle and hold his gaze. “You don’t strike me as a cat person.”

“And you don’t strike me as a tabloid journalist.”

Your eyes widen and jaw drops as he finds out your title. “How? How did you-“

“I can also tell you like stickers, since your laptop is covered in them including one of the company.” His smug smirk first has your cheeks warming but then you grumble and put your laptop away before taking an angry sip. Your face softens at the taste of your order and you visibly relax. The man in front of you snickers before putting his mug down. “The lavender chai is a good one, one of my personal favorites.”

“I can see why,” you add on, continuing to enjoy the flavor. “Can I be open with you?” He nods and you place your mug down gently. “I don’t wanna write this story. What I really wanna write about is about the average person with a quirk deemed unhelpful. Or about the quirkless. You know, society puts so much on heroes with physical quirks and it’s just-“

“Unfair that those with non-physical or mutation quirks get the bad end of the stick?”

“Exactly,” you excitedly respond. You hadn’t gotten this hype over talking about a subject since Mr. Shimura asked you to cover a hero wedding. You can feel your heart beating with excitement but remember how that excitement and passion doesn’t pay the bills or get you promoted. You hadn’t realized you were hovering over your seat until you say back down again, coughing to cover your slight embarrassment. “Sorry,” you apologize, “I can get really excited about this topic and I haven’t talked to anyone about it.”

Shinsou grins softly at you and motions for you to give him your phone. You pull it out and hand it to him, looking at him quizzically. “Here’s my number,” he rasps before handing back your phone. “Hit me up if you ever want to talk about this more. Maybe that can be your story. Screw whatever your boss says.” With that, he gets up from the table and waves you off, offering to cover the tab on his way out. You sit back in the chair and get your laptop back out. You begin to type out your glowing thoughts and shoot him a message. On your document you have:

“Shinsou Hitoshi: just who are you?”

….

Minutes after you leave, a figure you haven’t seen before walks out as well and makes a call. “It seems she’s made contact. I don’t think she’s aware of who he is. She’ll get the story and you’ll get your money.”

******

After a few weeks of being in the prefecture and the city it’s named after, you and Shinsou have gotten closer. He’s shown you around town and even invited you to some of the lessons he teaches. You were shocked to see how well versed in combat he is and honestly it was kinda sexy. He was so soft spoken but so assertive and dominant in a way that had you admiring him and wanting him. There’s this allure to him you can’t quite describe and it has you wanting to know more.

But all the while you couldn’t help but feel as if someone had been following you. It was a feeling you’ve had ever since you had arrived, no matter what you did it felt like someone was tailing you. Especially when you were hanging out with Shinsou. Despite that feeling, you had done your best to facilitate meaningful and reactionary interactions with the male. You couldn’t quite describe it, the chemistry between you two, but it was something that kept egging you on for more reactions, to see what other options and possibilities there were. You’ve never felt this way with anyone and it was terrifying. Not even your ex could manage to create this kind of connection. It was exhilarating.

You didn’t mean to stay for this long, but there was something about this place and him. You’re so wrapped up in the whirlwind of it all you’ve forgotten your assignment completely. At this point, you’re just writing about quirk representation and how it should be better. Sure it’s improved, but there’s still a long way to go.

And Shinsou was the one providing you with this new insight.

The former hero had been trying to figure out just what exactly it was that had

One beautiful day you're cooped inside your hotel room, realizing that all you’ve written about is him and all the things he stands for. You’ve been considering just making the story about him and his adventures outside of being a hero. You find it strange that he hasn’t revealed his quirk to you, but maybe he doesn’t have one or would rather not discuss it. Surprisingly, you weren’t one to pry into his life and you revel in it. Completely forgetting about your original assignment, you do a quick search on the internet to quell your curiosity. So far all the results show where he went to high school, where he’s from, what he teaches… but nothing about a hero name.

You think maybe you’ve researched and interviewed him but surely you would remember his face? You think back to conversations you’ve had with him over the last few weeks:

“Getting into the hero course wasn’t easy for me. I had my idol as my senpai and had such a far way to go.

“UA was a good time, I enjoyed it and made some of my best friends there. Although I didn’t want to make friends, they all wanted to be nice to me…

“You know, a lot of the students could use more help with conducting interviews and writing. Are you sure you can’t stay longer?

“I hope you find whoever you’re looking for, they sure are lucky to have someone like you looking for them…

“I’m not usually this open about my past, but for some reason I feel like I can tell you anything.

“Are we still on for dinner tonight?”

That last question he has asked you about an hour ago and you had said yes, excitement coursing through your veins. You shake your head at your unusual giddiness and let out a puff of frustration. You shouldn’t be feeling this way for someone so soon! There’s no way…. Feeling a little pent up, you search harder in order to try and surprise him with something regarding his old hero name. You scavenge what information UA is able to provide until you find something related to a teacher from there. From the looks and explanation, the name is Eraserhead. An underground hero you also admired, you were unaware he took on any protégés. As you stumble through some photos you see it and you gasp out loud. That’s for sure a gray less Eraserhead, but that’s also a young Shinsou Hitoshi. The label underneath shocks you the most.

Aizawa Shouta with newly graduated hero Mind Jack, brainwashing hero.

You slam your laptop shut and step outside onto your balcony. The rules and parameters of your assignment are suddenly flooding your senses. He’s the one you’ve been looking for? The wayward and looked over hero? You knew looking into whoever this is was going to be bad. And now there’s no way you can go through with the story. And you have to tell him the truth. With how close you’ve gotten it would hurt him if he found out from someone else.

As frustration sets in, you quickly shoot him a text to ask to meet in the lobby of your hotel. He responds even quicker.

“Is everything okay? You sound frantic.”

You bite your lip and twirl around before slamming your hands on the bed. Shinsou has no right being as nice and caring as he is! The entirety of Japan shunned him and made him hideaway forever. How completely unfair to him. You think the world should know who he is now and then judge later. You’ve decided, you’re changing your angle. Your boss can reprimand you later but there’s no way you can let this story run. Despite the gut feeling that someone’s been following you, you call your boss and tell him you’re writing about something different with confidence.

However, something felt off when he hung up. “Oh well that’s alright. You won’t get fired, but thank you for making the magazine relevant again.” Making it relevant? Just what did that mean? You urge yourself to shake off the eerie feeling and go down to the lobby. You promise you’re going to tell him everything, and fingers crossed he doesn’t hate you and actually understands.

Upon entering the lobby, you’re bombarded with photographers and bright lights, the lobby a buzz with stirring action. You can barely get your words out at the billion questions being thrust your way. Their words are muddled as you scan above and ahead of you to locate Shinsou. When you finally see the familiar mop of purple hair, a genuine smile comes to your face as you break free. With elbows front, you push your way through the crowd to find him. You call out to him but stop short when you see a familiar yet unfamiliar presence shake his hand. Your eyebrows furrow and you realize that your eerie feeling has been coming from him. “Shinsou!” You happily call out and see him turn toward you. His expression is not one you were not expecting to see. “Hitoshi?”

“Don’t call me that.”

You retract back at the malice in his hiss. You try to place a hand on his shoulder. “S-Shinsou I don’t understand. What’s going on?”

He aggressively shrugs off your hand and steps back, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You were using me. That’s why you were so interested in me.”

You begin to shake your head in disbelief, feeling your lips start to tremble. “That, that’s not true! I really wanted to get to know you. Who was that guy you were with?”

“Tch, like you don’t know,” he comments with a roll of his eyes.

“No I don’t,” you quickly quip back, crossing your arms and cocking your hip. “Please enlighten me.”

Shinsou grunts and steps closer to you to make sure you hear everything, his voice low and accusatory. “He said he’s a friend of Mr. Shimura. Said he was keeping tabs on you to make sure your assignment is going smoothly…”

“W-wait Shinsou, it’s not what you think-“

“Stop lying to me! You were looking for me, weren’t you? You knew who I was the moment you met me. And for what? To bring me out of hiding for further ridicule?”

Tears cascade down your cheeks, head still shaking left to right. This can’t be happening. Why does this hurt as much as it does? Why won’t he listen to you? “P-please let me explain!” Your voice and lips tremble as you do your best to say what you need to say. “I didn’t know who you were when I met you, I swear! And yes, originally I was supposed to come find you and write some expose but,” you pause when you see the hurt and betrayal in his beautiful eyes. You wish he would stop looking at you like that, like you broke his most precious item. “Please, I was going to change my story. You have to believe me. I didn’t even wanna write this story in the first place!”

“Then why the hell are you here?”

That made your breath hitch in your throat. You had never really thought about why you had stayed. You could have easily left because you didn’t wanna do your story, knowing your boss was fronting the lodging costs. Originally you needed to get out because of the breakup, but you found yourself loving being here in Saitama City. You loved being somewhere where there were no expectations of or for you, and where everyone truly wanted you around and not needed. It was like your body had found the right balance it needed.

You fell in love with the city.

You fell in love with him.

You steel your nerves as you feel your eyes cloud over with an unreadable expression. The words you never wanted to say again, but are willing to as you feel the stares of the hotel staff and paparazzi behind you. “Because I’m good at my job. Thank you for your time, and I hope,” your voice cracks then, “I hope you will read our magazine for all things heroes and celebrities.”

You turn around and blend into the midst of the crowd, not daring to look back so no one could see the tears fall once more. Once back at your room, you call the front desk to let them know you’ll be checking out in the morning. Soon after a knock comes to your door and you slowly answer it. You’re engulfed in a hug from the front desk worker who’s become a confidant. You hug her back and let your tears come out.

“Please don’t leave, we all love you here and I know he does too,” she begs. “You seem so relaxed and you here. And sure you messed up but I know you didn’t have bad intentions.” You wipe your face and meet her loving gaze.

“But I have to.”

“No you don’t! The hopeless romantic in me couldn’t deny the absolute chemistry between the two of you. I know you felt something. Sure, the reaction right now wasn’t what either of you wanted but we live to love!” Her words fall on your deaf ears as you step back into your room. Before you close the door, you whisper to her. “Maybe we aren’t the right chemicals for each other.”

******

Shinsou Hitoshi had never felt so used or humiliated in his life. He doesn’t even bother to look for you as you blend into the crowd. Using his always on hand binding weapon, he makes his escape to where the press can no longer follow him. However, he thinks back to that PI who most likely has his address and thinks it best to not go home; his place of work also out of the running. As he perches on top of a building, he knows a friend he can crash with that lives in Tokyo after making it big.

“Oh Shinsou! What’s going on?”

The tired man sighs into the phone. “Monoma, can I crash at your place?”

Monoma agrees and quickly hangs up so Shinsou can begin his journey. He hasn’t had to use all of his stamina in a long time so he’s gotta be ready now that people are looking for him. This is exactly why he went home, he didn’t want to be found. He wanted to be left alone!

And then you came along.

You came along and turned his world upside down. It was only a few weeks but it felt like he knew you a lifetime. No one should have these strong feelings for someone they just met, right? No one can get that lucky, especially not him. He can feel the strings of his heart ache as he canvases rooftops and skyscrapers before making it to Monoma’s place right outside of Tokyo. Luckily when he dropped out of the hero world, most people who had associated with him have no longer been hounded by the paparazzi for his whereabouts. Let alone someone like the new 24 hero Monoma Neito.

Shinsou drops down to the balcony of the apartment and rearranges his binding cloth around his shoulders. He knocks in a familiar rhythm, alerting Monoma to come to the sliding door. “Come in, come in.” The blond ushers him inside and sits down on the couch next to him. “It’s rare for you to call me out of the blue. What happened?”

Shinsou sighs, truly dropping the weight of his emotions and circumstance. He interlocks his fingers as his eyes attach to the ceiling in search of some pattern amongst the miscellaneous lines. “I got found.” Monoma stays quiet, a shock to anyone who knows him, silently urging his friend to continue. With everything he and his friends did to keep him safe, it makes no sense that this would happen. Shinsou’s identity had been kept safe for so long, just what happened?

“I,” Shinsou croaks out. “I met someone. At my usual place and she seemed normal. And she was, is, I mean. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to open myself to someone like that. I had vowed never to open myself up like that again. But she made it so easy, like the perfect balance of mixtures.” Shinsou pauses and places a hand behind his neck in frustration.

Monoma quirks up an eyebrow. “She? The lady you’ve been telling me about? That’s what got you like this?” He can’t help but smirk mischievously at his friend, knowing full well what Shinsou’s feelings really are. But who is he to spoil the fun? “You know they’re not “you know who” right?”

“I know she isn’t like them, but…” he trails off, “she lied to me.” He pushes himself off the couch and faces the wall, unable to look his friend in the face. “She’s a tabloid reporter, journalist, whatever. She was sent here to find me and dig me out of hiding. It was all for her stupid job and money. She never cared about me just like the world never cared. And I thought she,” he stops in an attempt to hold back tears. “I thought she cared.”

Monoma hums trying to find the right words to comfort his dear friend. “Shin, what about everything else you two did? Did you hear her side of the story?”

“I didn’t need to. She’s as bad and fake as everyone else-“

“Well pardon me,” Monoma interrupts, “but it sounds like you didn’t hear her side. Did she say all of this to you?”

“Uh, well, no. I had heard it from someone else but she basically confirmed it. Tried saying that her mind had changed and she didn’t know or something.” Shinsou’s voice and resolve lower as he thinks back to your expression earlier in the day. You looked so sad, like you wanted him to believe you. Like he wanted the world to believe his quirk was good. But how is he supposed to trust you?

“Neito,” he breathes, “you haven’t seen the headlines or heard the questions the paps were asking. If I was dating her, if she was the reason I went underground. Or stupid shit like "Did I brainwash everyone here?!””

Shinsou punches the wall in frustration, not caring for the marks and dent on the wall and certainly not the throb of pain in his hand. Monoma continues to sit there in revered silence as he lets his friend air out his frustrations. He’s interrupted Shinsou before and that is a memory he wishes to never recreate.

Shinsou breathes again and caresses his hand as the pain settles in. “You know how I felt like oil in water my whole life and that I couldn’t breathe or fit in. She took all of that away. I felt like I was floating whenever I was with her, like everything in my life finally reacted the way I wanted.

“And then, the weight of reality came back and screwed everything up. That perfect puzzle piece that got ruined. I can’t see her ever again.”

Monoma drops his jaw at his friends rambling. For all the years the blond has known him, he’s never talked about a person in such great detail. His instinct is to find you and have Shinsou repeat these exact words to you. He watches Shinsou trudge into the guest room and slam the door. He runs a hand through his hair and dials his partner. “Hey sweetie, I can’t make it tonight…yeah he’s here…do what you can to lessen the damage for his sake. He’s a wreck right now and will need some time. But that’s why I’m the best friend!”

…..

Shinsou didn’t leave the apartment for three days. Your calls and texts went unanswered and ignored. Monoma was getting restless at his friend's despair and isolation. During that time, Monoma had stopped by Shinsou’s apartment to bring some of his stuff and was fiercely told to not touch anything. Of course, the blond being who he is, he picked up a couple things that weren’t on the list. The thing that stood out to him was a set of photo booth pictures.

Monoma had to admit you’re beautiful, but what was more beautiful was seeing the expression on his best friend's face as he looked at you. It was like you were the only person in his world. Monoma remembers that day of the fair and how Shinsou was buzzing him of all people of his excitement. Just who are you and what have you done with his best friend?

He stored the picture in his wallet and brought what he needed to his place to help the saddened former hero. When he had returned, Shinsou had grumbled and took his things. It was like pulling teeth to get him to open up about your name but that was all the lilac eyed man was willing to disclose. That was fine with Monoma, mostly because on this third day he claims to be going out for a while. It would be remiss to say that he noticed your name pop up multiple times on Shinsou’s phone, followed by other friends and his mentor. However, no one had broken through to him.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Monoma leaves the apartment for the first time in three days since taking care of Shinsou. And his first destination is your office.

He thinks it’s funny that the cloud filled skies cover the height of the building you work in. It’s also funny, ironically, that the paparazzi are still posted outside asking for more about the former briainwashing hero as if what they were given wasn’t enough. Clearly it wasn’t. With his head held high, Monoma walks into the tabloid’s office and waltzes to reception. “Excuse me,” he starts, “I’m looking for a certain writer that wrote something about my friend.”

The lady in front of him doesn’t react until she looks up and her eyes go wide. “Phantom Thief! To what do we owe the pleasure? Uh, right you said that. You’re a friend of Mind Jack, right?” She types away to look for your new office number and chimes with a smile when she recites the number to the hero in front of her. Monoma thanks her and heads to the elevator. As the doors close, he misses the receptionist call someone to alert, most likely, the press of his presence. The whole time he’s thought of everything he’s wanted to say to you, never having met you ever. You’re either the best or worst thing that has ever happened to one Shinsou Hitoshi.

Without knocking, he walks into your office. You gasp at the intrusion and look up from your computer. You stand up upon realization and suddenly your throat has run dry. “Ph-Phantom Thief, how can I help you?” Before Monoma introduces himself, he takes in the scene around him. He’s not sure what your office was like before, but he has a feeling it was smaller than this. You’ve got a beautiful view of Musutafu, despite it being rainy. Your desk is covered in files and paperwork, potentially contracts with clients and other important figures. It may appear to be put together, but he knows a stressed and strewn out office when he sees one. Sharp aqua eyes catch a cat plush he’s sure he’s seen before, along with some mugs reminiscent of ones Shinsou has in his abode. But the one thing that catches his eye is a small frame of you and Shinsou sitting atop a cabinet. There’s no doubt about it in his mind, he’s made the right decision coming here. “I’m sorry it’s such a mess, I’ve been living here for a couple days. I’m too afraid to go home.”

A genuine smile comes to Monoma’s face as he approaches you. “You have nothing to apologize for, dear. I just wanted to talk to you.”

That piques your interest and you slowly sit back down. “To me? What about? Are you going to be like all the other heroes giving me shit? I didn’t want to do it! I don’t ever want to write about another hero, current or former, ever again.” You fight back tears as you swivel away in your chair. The blond relaxes in his seat before he stands up to kneel in front of you. He takes your hands into his and grins at you.

“I can see why he was so taken with you,” he breathes out. That catches your attention and you straighten your posture. You’re about to say something but he cuts you off. “He didn’t send me here to yell at you. Actually, he has no idea I’m here! I wanted to see you for myself.”

You pull your hands away from him, seemingly closing yourself off to him and maybe anyone who tries to get closer to you. Faintly, you hear the clacking of shoes and murmuring of voices as you assume the worst. But it can’t be any worse than how you feel right now. Let the press see you with another hero, you don’t care anymore. Let them stir up stories and concoctions about you that aren’t true for a reaction. “I ruined him,” you manage to say. “I forgot, I forgot that my boss gets immediate updates of everything…it was a shared document I mean, how could I forget? And he,” your voice raises and you rest on your feet, “he had someone follow me to make sure I was writing! Who does that? I know I’m his money maker but I would never, ever intentionally hurt Shinsou Hitoshi.” By this point, your emotions are on full display for the man in front of you and the press outside your office. You’re sure they heard your words as you practically screamed them. Your eyes search the hero’s in front of you, desperately looking for the belief that you had wanted from someone else. “Please, I lo- ah I really care about him.” You can’t meet his eyes as you whisper that last part. Your fingers come to your lips when realization hits. You almost said you love him, a man you had only known for almost a month. Is that even possible?

Monoma catches your slip up and gently smiles, knowing your head is a commotion of thoughts. He’s really glad he had set his phone to record the whole conversation. But not happy about the crowd and cameras outside your office. He steps up to you to lift your chin. “I know. You should let him know, I think he needs to hear it.” He moves away as the sound in your office suddenly gets louder. You shoot your head up when it’s then silenced again. Your jaw drops and you stand up again.

“Sh-Shinsou?”

In the doorway stands a breathless Shinsou in his old hero gear. His hair presses against the sweaty skin of his brow as his gaze holds onto you. His stance falters at the sight of his friend and rolls his eyes, knowing he didn’t accidentally butt dial him. The paparazzi seems to be captivated by his presence. And so are you. He looks amazing and so natural like this. This is the Shinsou Hitoshi you want everyone to know and love. You struggle to find the right words to say to him. “Why, why are you here? He told me that you didn’t…”

“Idiot butt dialed me.”

You laugh and feel relief at hearing his voice again. His calming and baritone voice that you have become so used to that you never wanna be without it again. He takes a hesitant step toward you and you mimic his actions.

“He left your-“

“I have so much to-“

You both talk at the same time, chuckling nervously as you look away from each other. You speak again, “you start.”

Shinsou grins and nods. “I had heard him on the train and once I saw his location I followed him. I thought the idiot was in trouble so I left it on just in case. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s needed saving.”

Monoma scoffs. “This isn’t about me!”

“Anyway,” Shinsou rings in, “I kept my earbuds in to listen and was about 20 minutes away when he muttered the location of your office before he walked in.

“I heard everything you said.”

He steps forward cautiously, highly aware of the cameras and paparazzi behind him. At this moment, he doesn’t particularly care. Sure, he wanted to stay away from the limelight. But since you’ve entered his life, all he wants to do is spend time with you and make each other better. You care about his interests and what he cares about. Everything that he’s made his career about and his focus you support and want to make better. You actually care about non physical quirks and their usefulness and what they can provide to society. And to boot, you’re exquisite. You’re beautiful. He’s never fallen for someone so genuinely and hard.

“Shinsou, please. I need you to listen. I didn’t want any of this to happen,” you beg and plead.

“I know,” he whispers.

“A-and I’m sorry I lied to you! I didn’t know you were who I was looking for until the day in the lobby. I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Shinsou steps closer and gently cups your face. “I know.”

“I never meant for this to happen,” you continue to babble. “I never knew I would love the town so much and you’re just amazing and- mmf!”

The sound of furious clicks and oh’s are drowned out as all you can hear are his hums and your heartbeats. His lips are soft and perfect against yours. You have no idea how long you have waited to kiss the man in front of you, but now it’s finally happening. You wrap your arms around his neck, his hands falling to your waist. He pulls you closer and you can’t help but feel like this is meant to be. It’s like the perfect concoction of chemicals making the fireworks go off in your head and heart.

You finally breakaway and you gaze up into his eyes, getting lost in the our home haze that is Shinsou Hitoshi. His smile is so full of love and genuine affection that you’re in awe. His touch is so delicate as he traces your cheek with a chuckle. By now, it’s hard to ignore the flashing lights and murmurs of the people, as well as the buzzing of your phone as you’re sure this is trending right now.

You then look toward the crowd and cough. “Umm, could you leave? I’m sure you’ve got a good enough story for your magazine.” The receptionist nods and starts to escort everyone out but someone bursts through the crowd in a frenzy.

“No! Keep the cameras rolling! This is going to make the company rich! My writer and the disgraced hero! It’s perfect!”

Your boss breaks through the midst with a crazed look. Shinsou’s eyes lock onto his new target as they darken over. He lets you go and approaches the man that has messed up your lives. Mr. Shimura cowers as the taller man corners him, ignoring the increase in sound again. “I’m not going to use my quirk on you, but you better listen.” Your boss nods quickly. “You are going to get these paparazzi out of here, get rid of the story, promote the love of my life, and do whatever story she wants to do. Got it?” Shimura’s head acts like a bobble head as he escorts the invaders of your office away and does everything he can to ease the burden on you. You blink slowly at the strong man in front of you, taking a deep breath when you realize you had been holding your breath for so long. You almost lose your balance when Shinsou comes back to your side with a sheepish grin.

“I hope that didn’t startle you, kitten.”

And incomes the next time you almost fall over. Kitten? You can get used to that. You really can get used to it. You shake your head dumbfoundedly, now realizing that you’re alone. It seems Monoma had also left with the crowd. “Shinsou…”

“It’s Hitoshi to you.”

You giggle shyly and reach out to hold his hand. He takes it and kisses the back of your hand. His eyebrows raise from your hand and his chuckles are hidden behind your hand. He pulls you in and starts to sway with you to the melody in your head. He breaks the silence with his baritone voice. “I’m not sure how it happened, but I’ve never met anyone like you. I think I'm falling in love with you. Come back to Saitama City?”

You interlock his fingers with his and nod into his embrace. He kisses your forehead as you hug him tight. “As long as you don’t mind having a leading journalist as your girlfriend.” Shinsou snickers and pecks your lips two times before resting his forehead against yours.

“I don’t mind at all, if you don’t mind a disgraced hero.”

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x fem!reader #shinsou x female reader #bnha shinsou #bnha x fem!reader #mha x female reader #collab #denki’s star ⚡️ #my writing #i did the thing #rom-com collab 💐

[honeesucker]

Gliding Into You

Pairing: Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,024

Content Warnings: Hawks calls the reader ‘Chickadee’, allusions to past relationship violence/PTSD, Hawks injured by a window / wound tending, mentions of blood, soft descriptions of intimacy (feelin’ dreamy).

*For @frostthecupcake​ ‘s collab!  💐

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The snow-covered streets of Musutafu were a pristine white after the new snow that fell in the late afternoon; you had watched with excitement as you wrapped up your workday at a prestigious Hero Recovery Center – a perfect fit given your quirk that allows for healing at a cellular level. This new job in the city center of the Pro Hero capital of Japan, and your newly found freedom after breaking free from your ex-partner and their controlling, manipulative hold over your life for the last six years left you feeling light enough to float off down the street.

You were currently walking home from some post-work holiday shopping, bundled up in a thick jacket with a plush scarf wrapped around your neck pulled up high enough to cover your mouth and nose, fluffy earmuffs and mittens added for extra warmth, leaving only your eyes exposed to the icy air – evident by the dusting of snowflakes landing on your eyelashes. However, none of the discomfort of the chilled weather dulled your good mood as you carried two bags – one with steaming, crispy chicken for the Christmas holiday and the other holding a small box that had a perfectly delectable looking strawberry shortcake from your favorite bakery. This was the first time in a long time that you've been able to partake in the regular traditions of the Christmastime holiday and you practically skipped down the road that led to your apartment – you on the top floor of a 60-floor luxury apartment high-rise. Your apartment was also something new that you weren’t used to having to yourself, but your job gave you a hefty sign-on bonus due to your skill and their desperate need for people with healing quirks, allowing you to gain one of the best overlooks of the city. Your building also came with heavy security given the status of many who lived there, and that security was worth the cost alone to you.  

Your night doorman was there to greet you before you even walked up the snowy steps, holding open the door for you as he gave a bright smile with his greeting as you passed him to enter the heated lobby, snowflakes already melting off you. One of the lobby security guards had already gone ahead and pressed the elevator button for you, and within a few seconds the melodic ding! announced its arrival. You bid both men goodnight as you entered the elevator and within a few silent minutes, save for the gentle instrumental Christmas music playing from the elevator speakers, you were already being greeted by the sight of your door – you walking swiftly to reach it and punch your key code in so that you could finally unwind and enjoy your night. You sat your bags down atop the thin, sleek table in your entryway as you pulled off your scarf and coat to hang, your mittens and earmuffs being hung on your coatrack with the other snow-dampened items, and finally your shoes as you slipped your feet into the comfy house slippers you had waiting for you. You grabbed your bags and walked across the open space that led to your kitchen adjacent to your living room, unbagging and setting the cake box and the chicken on the countertop of your kitchen island, the steam filling your apartment with the mouth-watering smell of fresh fried chicken.

While you couldn’t wait to eat you knew you had to get out of your work clothes and shower to truly feel relaxed, so you rushed to your room to grab your favorite soft, black pajama set consisting of a baggy long sleeve top and soft, cheeky shorts. You left the fresh clothes sitting on your bathroom counter as you turned on the shower, stripping the day away as you put your worn clothing in the hamper, and finally stepping into the warm spray of water and steam. The feeling of the water nearly being hot enough to burn your skin felt nice compared to the icy chill you walked home in, the scents of your shampoo and conditioner and body soaps helping to relax you as you made your way through the familiar routine. You had spent an extra five minutes or so in the water before relenting, getting out of the shower and drying off with one of the fluffy towels hanging on the wall. Once dry you slipped on your fresh clothes and walked into your bedroom to grab a pair of fluffy socks, and your house slippers, and after slipping into both you sat on your bed for a moment to check the messages on your phone you had plugged in to charge on your nightstand.  

It was this moment of peace you were ripped from as your whole body reacted, jumping back onto your bed with your back against the wall. Your ears were ringing from the shattering sound of glass and splintering furniture and soon, aside from the new chill taking over your space and the howling of the wind, you weren’t picking up any further sound. Your heart was beating like a hummingbird’s wings against your chest as the edges of your vision blurred into a narrow tunnel, anxiety gripping your whole body.

If it was him, he would have made himself known by now.

You decided there was no avoiding whatever the fuck awaited you outside of your bedroom, finally scooting to the edge of your bed as you carefully set your feet on the ground, taking tentative steps toward your bedroom door in case the situation called for a stealthier approach. As soon as you gathered the courage to peek around the corner to see the destruction of your living room and balcony sliding door, glass and splintered wood scattered across the expanse of your living room – what you saw lying in the middle of the room was truly the last thing you expected.

“Hawks?” You whisper-shouted. Surprise erased your anxiety as you stepped carefully out of your bedroom. Hawks wasn’t moving as you took in the mangled look of his ice-covered wings, even in their current state they were unmistakably the iconic red wings the number two Pro Hero was known for. You saw that his tan pants and jacket were shredded up, probably from crashing through the glass, and your eyes zeroed in on the first signs of pooling blood beneath his wings and head.  

Immediately you went into action, kneeling beside Hawks without a care for the glass or splintered wood digging into your knees as you began to assess the damage before you. You didn’t want to move him in case there were more severe internal injuries that could be made worse with the wrong movement, so you elected to leave him in the half-fetal position he was in as you activated your quirk. Glowing tendrils of soft electric blue began to extend from your fingertips out toward the unconscious hero, your fingers making quick contact with his body. You shut your eyes as your quirk helped you to visualize what you were feeling in his body. He was out cold, so luckily there was no need for pain management now. You focused initially on closing the wounds that were causing the largest blood loss, reducing the wound size of the laceration to his scalp and his left side where glass had sliced across his abdomen. Smaller tendrils of your quirk broke off and continued to work on the cellular structure of his skin, pushing out any embedded glass and working on the smaller cuts – your larger focus was now on Hawks’s wings. His wings suffered damage that you knew didn’t come from just flying through the glass door of your balcony, he was missing a lot of his primary feathers and there was serious damage done to the body of his wings; extensive internal damage that was pushing your quirk to the limit of what you were capable of, to stich the inner fibers of him back together so that he would be able to fly again. Your mind was racing, the internal structures of Hawks’s body in your mind's eye as your quirk worked its way through his body. You pondered what caused this kind of damage – nothing naturally occurring that you could think of in your years of treating emergent medical cases – no, this had to be the cause of a quirk... the question left is what kind of quirk causes this much cataclysmic destruction in the body?  

“Fuck,” the word was a harsh, breathless whisper between your teeth as your body continued to be pushed closer to the edge of your limits than it ever had before. “Almost done, need you to keep pulling through this, Hawks.”

“M’doing mhh’bst-” the words were mumbled, dreamy and quiet like when someone talks in their sleep, words mushed together but you can still make out the meaning. Your heart stopped in your chest as you realized he was back on the living side of things – you wanted to sigh in relief but feared that the second you relaxed even a little your body would give up on itself.  

Just a little more!

A last push of your quirk extending within Hawks’s body and repairing the final bits that would ensure his successful recovery, and you could rest yourself.

Finally!  

The final damaged structure within Hawks was repaired, a snap! felt throughout your body that told you it was all completed.  

He would be okay.

He would be okay.

He would- your vision blurred and narrowed, black dots and twinkling blue specks dancing in what remained in your diminishing vision.

“Fucking called it,” you mumbled, body slumping to the floor beside the now-healing Pro Hero. Your eyes closed to the sound of his steady breathing.

Breathing.  

You could allow your body to rest knowing that Hawks was breathing and would continue to breathe – although not without consequence. His body would ache like nothing he had ever experienced due to being put back together at the cellular level the way he was, due to the unknown quirk's damage, and the regular bruising and scrapes from coming through a window would be present and heal as they normally would – but at least he would be left with no open wounds.  

The last thing you saw before your vision totally blackened was the steady rise and fall of Hawks’s chest, crimson plumage fluffing up in his sleep as the color returned to his face.

Darkness enveloped your consciousness as you succumbed to exhaustion, the weight of the intense healing process taking its toll on your body. It was a deep, dreamless slumber that seemed to last an eternity until the repetitive beep, beep, beep of the heart monitor became clearer the more your surroundings garnered more clarity. When you finally regained full consciousness, you found yourself lying on a soft bed, the aroma of disinfectant and the low hum of medical equipment filling the room. You blinked a few times, your vision slowly adjusting to the sterile white room with daylight filtering in through the large windows. It didn't take long for the events of the previous night to flood back into your memory—the shattered glass, Hawks crashing through your balcony doors, his damaged wings, and the mysterious quirk that had caused such devastation to his body.  

You turned your head to the side and saw Hawks sitting in a chair beside the bed, his eyes fixed on you. His wings, though wrapped in bandages in a few spots, appeared to be in a better state than before. Relief washed over you as it dawned on you that he had made it through the ordeal with only a few aches and bruises.

"Hawks," you managed out with your voice a weak, hoarse whisper. He immediately leaned forward, his expression a mix of concern and gratitude.

"You're awake," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine relief. "How are you feeling?"

I managed a small smile, my body still aching but the worst of it subsiding. "Better now. How long was I out for?”

“About three days,” he said, a worried expression overtaking his handsome face.

“Damn...” You whispered, settling back against the paper-covered pillow, albeit a bit crunchy sounding it was more comfortable than the floor you lost consciousness on.

Hawks nodded, a hint of weariness in his eyes. "Your quirk... it saved me. I've never experienced anything like it. You're truly amazing."

"It's just my quirk doing its job. But I'm glad I could help." You couldn’t help it as you blushed, feeling a surge of pride mixed with a touch of embarrassment at his words.

Silence settled between you both for a moment before Hawks spoke again, his voice softer this time. "I owe you my life. I can't thank you enough for what you've done." A warmth spread through your chest as his words sunk in. Hawks, the number two Pro Hero, expressing such gratitude towards you—it was overwhelming. But more than that there was a bond between you both forged through the shared experience of that night.

"You don't have to thank me, Hawks," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "I'm just glad I was able to help. Besides, healing others is what I do."

A few hours after you woke up you were allowed to leave the hospital’s care, Hawks offering to walk you home. The night air was cool, and a light snowfall dusted the streets, creating a serene atmosphere. Hawks draped his arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer to his side as his wings shielded you both from the bitter Winter night air. The two of you walked in sync, matching each other's steps as you made your way back to your apartment.

“D-Do you...” Your voice trailed off softly as you thought your idea over again, wondering if it was too inappropriate to offer... finally you settled on asking Hawks back to your place. “You know, I never got to enjoy my friend chicken and the strawberry cake I bought for the holiday... I’m sure the food went bad by now. Do you wanna stop on the way back and come up to eat, if you’re not too busy?”

Hawks was taken aback as he stared at you, a bright look in his eyes. “Really? You want to eat Christmas food with me?” Hawks couldn’t stifle the laugh as you turned away from him quickly, not missing the blush on your cheeks as an embarrassed look took over your face.

“Yes, I do,” you stated simply, not playing into his teasing.

Hawks looked ahead, still leading you both back to your apartment as he smiled to himself, his plumage fluffing up as he grinned. “That sounds amazing, I’ve never had a chance to sit down for Christmas food like that.... I’d love to, with you.” His admission made you pause, and you glanced up at him, seeing the light blush on his tanned cheeks as he smiled. You couldn’t help the flood of butterflies taking over your gut as you just nodded, mumbling a ‘good’ under your breath and walking on with him. You made the same quick stops at the same places you had that night, grabbing fresh friend chicken for the both of you and a small, decadent Christmas strawberry shortcake.

The anticipation grew as you reached your apartment building, the savory smell of fried chicken growing stronger with each step. With an open door as your doorman greeted you, you entered the lobby together. Hawks glanced at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I can't wait to dig into that fried chicken. It’s honestly one of my favorite foods.”  

“I’m glad I got a double portion just for that very possibility...” You grinned up at him, winking as he smirked, impressed with your forethought.

You rode the elevator to the top floor in comfortable silence, the soft drone of Christmas music playing in the background. As the elevator doors opened you led Hawks to your apartment, the delicious aroma growing stronger with each passing moment, and the moment you stepped inside the tantalizing smell of fried chicken enveloped the room, making both of your mouths water.

Hawks shrugged off his coat, revealing casual street attire underneath, and you followed suit, hanging your coat on the rack by the door. Excitement radiated through the air as you entered the kitchen, placing the boxes of crispy chicken and the cake on the countertop... your eyes trailing over to your living room, refurnished as if nothing ever happened.

“You... replaced my furniture?” You stated simply, confused and appreciative.

Hawks looked a little nervous as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah, I hope you don’t mind but I had a sidekick help me track down the item numbers and replaced everything that could be replaced... there’s a box in the living room of some little trinkets that got shattered, that it didn’t seem right to throw away until you went through it.

“Thanks, I appreciate that a lot... you didn’t have to go to the trouble, though,” you mumbled out, amazed he even arranged it almost exactly how you had it before.

“I kind of crash-landed into your living room,” Hawks sighed, looking in the living room as his eyes clouded over with the memory. “I’d say it’s the least I could do to repay you.”

You quickly brushed off his words and without hesitation you opened the cake box, revealing the perfectly crafted dessert. The sight of the fluffy layers of cake and creamy layers of whipped icing, topped with vibrant red strawberries brought a smile to both of your faces. Hawks's eyes widened in delight, his mouth watering. "It looks incredible, Chickadee. I can't wait to taste it."

Chuckling, you retrieved a knife and started slicing the cake, carefully placing a generous slice on each plate. The sweet smell of the cake mixed with the tangy freshness of the strawberries was a heavenly combination. Meanwhile, Hawks began unpacking the fried chicken, setting it out on a large platter. The golden-brown crust and the savory aroma of the chicken and spices made your stomach growl even louder. You couldn't resist reaching out and snatching a small piece, savoring the crunchy texture and the burst of flavors.

“Oh wow,” you breathed out with a mouthful between your cheek. “This is even better than I imagined... or is it only this delicious because I didn’t have it for three days?” You both laughed as Hawks grabbed his own piece, practically moaning as he bit into the crunchy skin of the chicken leg, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“I don’t even have words,” Hawks whispered, looking at you with a dreamy expression. “This has to be the best fried chicken I ever ate, how have I never stopped at this place before?”

You smiled, winking. “It’s a hidden gem, but now you know my secret... guard it closely, number two.” Hawks laughed, saluting you with a nod as he took another bite, savoring the taste... and with that, you both dug into the feast before you, savoring each bite of the succulent chicken and indulging in the delicate flavors of the strawberry cake. The room filled with the sound of contented sighs and the occasional expression of delight as you enjoyed the meal together.

Between bites, you shared stories and laughter, finding comfort in each other's company, even in silence. The stress of your guys’ meeting slowly melting away, replaced by a warmth that came from being surrounded by good food and even better company.

As the night progressed the plates were emptied, and the cake was devoured, leaving only satisfied smiles and contented hearts.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Hawks and you had found yourself falling into a comfortable routine. It all started one evening, when Hawks soared through the darkened skies of Musutafu, his crimson wings beating rhythmically as he approached your apartment building. The sight of your balcony, adorned with twinkling lights, had become a beacon of solace for him.

Landing gracefully on the railing, Hawks peered through the glass doors looking into your living room. He could see you curled up on the couch, engrossed in a book and with a mischievous grin he tapped lightly on the glass, startling you out of your reverie. You jumped at the sudden noise, your eyes widening as you spotted the familiar sight of Hawks outside. A mixture of surprise and delight washed over your face, and you hurriedly unlocked the doors for him to enter. The chilly night air followed him in, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as his chilled feathers brushed against you.

"Hey Chickadee," Hawks greeted you with a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Mind if I join you for a while?"

“Do you even have to ask at this point, Hawks,” you muttered playfully, motioning to the balcony door. “Or knock? You know I leave it unlocked for you.” Hawks only laughed, smiling his signature smile as he took off his boots, and coast, and settled down with you on the couch. Your bodies close yet comfortably distant. Conversation flowed easily between you both as you discussed your respective days, shared stories, and exchanged laughter. There was a natural chemistry between you, a connection that grew stronger with each passing encounter.

As time went on, Hawks found himself seeking solace and comfort in your presence. In you, he found a respite from the pressures of hero life, a space where he could be himself without judgment or expectation... and you cherished your time together, reveling in the opportunity to learn more about the enigmatic hero with the scarlet wings, trying to quell your growing feelings as you level yourself with the reality of him being a popular Pro Hero, and that you were just friends.

Just friends... but on clear nights, Hawks would take you on exhilarating flights through the starlit skies, the wind rushing through your hair as you soared together above the city. You would laugh and shout, feeling the thrill of freedom in each breath so high above the city. In those moments, it was as if nothing else mattered—the world below faded away, and it was just the two of you, connected by the shared experience of flight.

Back on your balcony, you would sit side by side with each other, your fingers gently intertwined as you watched the city lights sparkle below. Hawks would talk about his dreams, his aspirations, and his fears. And you would listen, your presence a comforting balm to his weary soul... he had never had such a freedom to be himself more than when he was with you. But it wasn't just the adventurous nights that bound you together. You both found joy in the simple moments as well—a cozy movie night with popcorn and blankets, cooking together in your kitchen (it was you cooking and Hawks snatching up still-hot, half-cooked pieces of food), or simply enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence. You discovered shared interests together, exchanged secrets, and offered support in times of need. Through your time together, you both learned to trust, to open your hearts to one another, and to embrace the vulnerability that comes with true connection, not just friendly banter and polite half-truths.

And on this starlit evening, as Hawks stood on your balcony, his wings stretched out wide behind him, he turned to you, an unusual softness in his eyes. "Chickadee, you've become such an important part of my life," he confessed, his voice filled with a mixture of sincerity and adoration. "I never expected to find someone like you—a person who understands me, who accepts me for who I am. I'm grateful for every moment we've shared."

Touched by his words, you smiled as you bit your lower lip to keep from blurting out your own feelings, a soft blush on your face as you just nod. “Me too, Hawks, me too.”

A couple of weeks later you found yourself in a situation you never imagined, as the moon cast a gentle glow over the room as Hawks and you found yourselves wrapped in a tender embrace, seeking comfort and closeness in each other's arms. The events of the day had been overwhelming for him, and now, in the quiet solitude of the night, he sought comfort and reassurance in the presence of the sweet person he came to love.

Hawks massaged his fingers gently against your scalp, his touch soothing and filled with unspoken affection. The utter softness of his touch sent shivers down your spine, grounding you in the moment. You leaned into his warmth, feeling his steady heartbeat against your chest, syncing with the rhythm of your own as your bodies pressed against each other, limbs tangled together. His scarlet wings, usually a symbol of strength, were now tenderly draped around the two of you, creating a cocoon of safety. The soft plumage brushed against your skin, their gentle touch like a whisper of assurance that this was all truly real.

With a soft sigh, Hawks pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering against your hair. "You mean everything to me, Chickadee," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability. "In a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, villains and heroes... you are my anchor, my sanctuary." You couldn’t find the time to reply before Hawks leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. It was a kiss expressing a depth of emotion that mere words couldn't convey. The softness of his lips against yours ignited a fire within, warming your entire being. It was a kiss that held promises and unspoken devotion, a testament to the bond between you.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you entwined in a moment of raw intimacy. Time seemed to stand still, allowing you to explore the planes of each other’s bodies. Hawks’ touch almost clinical as if he were trying to memorize each bump, scar and curve to you as his mouth continued to dominate yours... Eventually, the need for air forced you to break the kiss, but the connection remained. Hawks rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours.  

"I love you, Chickadee," he whispered, his voice laced with such adoration it almost made you cry.

You could only press one more soft, sweet kiss to his lips as you whispered back to him. “I love you, Hawks.”

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