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#shinso x you
angelshimaa · 3 months
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@flying-lamb :: I would like to request shinso with prompt 8 from the under the mistletoe prompt list. congrats on your milestone! <3 thank you so much <3
a/n :: hi darling !! thank you so much for entering (and i loved the details you sent in omg !) and i hope this makes you smile :) gn!reader, a little awkward at the beginning, fluff
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you've never regretted where you've stood so deeply before.
then again, it wasn't really your fault. kaminari and ashido had gone overboard with the mistletoe placings— their way of bringing romance into the holiday spirit— and it was inevitable that someone would find themselves under some with another person.
it just had to be you and him, didn't it?
you and shinso are looking at each other, nervousness rising in your chest at your sudden predicament. it's not that you don't want to kiss him— heavens know how badly you've been wanting it— but not like this.
not when the eyes of your friends burn into the two of you like lasers (thanks to kaminari pointing the two of you out), making this feel more nerve-wracking than it needed to be.
“do you want to?” shinso’s voice is lowered, ensuring that only you can hear him. he’s known you long enough to understand the nerves you have based on how you look at him. “you can say no.”
you utter your consent so nobody else can hear, your posture as rigid as a deer caught in headlights. shinso doesn't like the abruptness of this, the nerves bubbling in his stomach or the intensity of everyone watching, but he can't deny he's wanted to kiss you for so long.
the two of you don't even manage that— your noses bump into each other and the embarrassment shoots through you at the speed of light. it's hard to even look at him properly, settling to lower your eyes to the ground, imagining it opening up to swallow you whole.
shinso tells kaminari there's nothing to be seen here, indirectly informing your audience too. thankfully, it comes off casual, not sounding as awkward as your almost kiss felt to you.
when everyone focuses on whatever they had their eyes on before, you recover as best as you can, trying to force your embarrassment to the back of your mind. you're thankful shinso doesn't make a big deal out of it, and you find that you manage to recover quick enough to enjoy the rest of the party.
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“you make some good coffee,” shinso holds onto his cup, his fingers curling around it so as to absorb as much heat as possible. it's really not needed; your home is the perfect toasty protection from the crisp cold you endured on the walk here from the party. “can’t believe you'd hide that from me.”
you take a sip of your own beverage and grin against your cup. “maybe you should come by more often then, you addict.” nobody drank coffee quite like shinso. you've watched him inhale it like oxygen he's been deprived of— it disappears like he’s performing a magic trick.
“don’t tempt me, i just might.” his lazy grin spreads across his face and oh does it look so good on him. you think it's rather unfair how well he pulls off his eyebags and messy hair— he's not even trying.
“i’m counting on it.”
the silence swells and you trail back to the awkwardness that took place a few hours ago; you want to kick yourself for not tilting your head the other way. had you done exactly that, you'd be a kissed person now— kissed by the guy you've been crushing on for a while.
“listen, y/n—” he clears his throat, setting his coffee down onto the table. “i feel like i should apologise for... earlier. i didn't mean to make it all awkward.”
you laugh lightly, setting your own cup to direct all your attention onto him. you lock eyes with him, realising that actually, you'd give him your attention anytime he asked.
“no need to apologise, hitoshi. if anything, i wasn't really... present much. i was a little frozen in place— so many eyes can do that to a person.”
a beat passes and all you do is look at each other while shinso thinks of what to say next.
“so, it wasn't that you didn't want me to kiss you?” he's found his next sentence and it tumbles out of him with ease. his eyes look alluring, inviting even, and you can never get over the feeling they settle into you. you haven't called it by it’s name aloud, but you don't need to.
“hmm,” you pretend to think about it, tapping your finger against your chin. “i don't think so, no.” you hope this is going in the direction you think it is, that he's picking up whatever hint you think you're dropping.
“so, would i be right in guessing that you’d like to try again?” it's a carefully chosen suggestion, uttered with a lower, slightly hesitant voice. shinso feels as though he might be pressing, but surely if he was and if you minded, you'd let him know.
“maybe if you ask nicely.” the way your slow grin spreads across your lips after your words has his eyes widening slightly, erasing any worries he had previously. you want him to want you. you want him to ask for you.
“making me work for it, hm?” shinso returns your grin with that lazy one that sends you loopy whenever you find yourself thinking about it. taking your bait and running with it, he leans in closer to you. “alright.”
you've never seen a lovelier colour than the purple of his irises. “could i try to kiss you again, beautiful?” those eyes, framed by his eyebags, could melt anything they land on, and you were currently their main focus. he's hooked on the way everything else seems to slow around him, hooked on that gentle smile of yours.
“i don't see why not.”
it's all shinso needs before he comes in even closer, breathing in slightly before pressing his lips against yours. you instantly melt into the feel of him, trying to focus on the rhythm and not his hand coming up to rest on your lower thigh, finding a home against it.
you note the faint taste of coffee and the softness of his lips while your hand brushes up his neck to cup his face, not knowing how every inch of skin you touch feels warmer when you leave it behind.
your hearts are left thumping hard when you pull away, lungs taking in air throughout your shallow breathing. you look even more magical to him than you ever have, a feat he didn't think was even possible.
“that was much, much better.” he lets out a breathy chuckle and it only provides the butterflies fluttering in your stomach with more energy.
you smile, nodding a little. “way better. maybe third time's the charm—”
shinso’s kissing you again, and it's everything you both hoped it would be. it's private and so perfect that way, like a little joy you both keep for yourselves. his mouth on yours feels so right, and you don't think either of you will be leaving this couch anytime soon.
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✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3
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shinsoup · 1 year
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mha boys when you need to sleep
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- watches you with a glare as you type away mindlessly on your laptop
- you promised bakugo you would be in bed by 8
- you promised bakugo you would be in bed by 8
- it was now 10:47
- bakugo knew how much your grades meant to you and how you’d sacrifice your own well being if that meant you’d succeed
- the angry blonde groaned loudly in hopes of getting your attention, failing as you seemed to block him out
- he dragged himself out of bed and stormed over to your hunched figure, looming over you as you paid no attention
- “hey, asshole,” he snarked as he took your earbuds out, probably listening to some audio book for a class, “time for bed”
- “five more minutes,” you mumbled, turning to take your earbuds back but he quickly pulled away
- “bed. now.”
- you gave him a tired look as you let out a sigh, lifting your arms up with a pout
- “carry me?”
- he rolled his eyes and faked annoyance before huffing loudly
- he tucked his hands under your arms and lifted you up, your legs lazily wrapping around his waist as you nuzzled your face into his neck
- his hands slid down to your bottom and cupped it gently, not in a sexual way, but in a caring act
- “m’love you,” you mumbled, sending vibrations down his neck
- he smirked at your sleepy state as he gently put you in bed, placing you under the covers and tucking you in
- he peeled his shirt off and tossed it somewhere in the room before joining you
- you immediately curled into his warm figure as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to his body
- “night, ‘suki”
- “goodnight, princess.”
☆dabi☆
- dabi hung out in your apartment when you were away working your shitty restaurant shift
- dealing with shitty customers and making shitty money
- he always found peace in your small home, refusing to stay at the LOV league base
- there was no love or care in the mucky headquarters
- and although he would never admit it, he craved for your affection
- you entered your apartment close to midnight
- dabi not batting an eye as you lugged your way past him and to the bedroom
- “no kiss hello?” he asked, seeming angry as he pushed himself off your couch and followed you into the room
- “m’sorry,” you mumbled, stopping in your place and standing on your tip toes to ghost your lips over his cheek
- “what’s up with you?” he asked, coming off harsher than he intended
- you pulled your work shirt that was covered in stains over your head and grabbed one of dabi’s black shirts he left nights ago
- slipping off your jeans, you didn’t care to put shorts on, leaving you in your panties
- “some karen kept complaining and almost got me fired,” you whispered, a quiver stuck in your throat
- dabi opened his arms for you to take, your body fitting perfectly in his embrace as you sighed into his chest
- “forget that bitch, probably miserable and ugly”
- you stifled a giggle, tears pricking your eyes as dabi was quick to wipe them away
- “let’s get to bed, i’m whipped”
- you nodded slowly before your eyes lit up, worry filling them
- “i needed to clean the kitchen tonight,” you said, a deep frown etched onto your face as a tear escape down your cheek
- you were so tired, mentally and physically
- but you had a morning shift tomorrow and then needed to go grocery shopping
- “hey,” dabi said, grabbing your chin between his fingers as he forced you to look at him, “i’ll clean it tomorrow, you need to sleep”
- “b-but i need to go to the grocery store t-too-”
- “i’ll go”
- you let out a sigh as you bit your bottom lip, not liking how he was doing everything for you
- “i’ll leave money for you in the morning”
- he gave you a grin as he kissed your wet lips, stained with tears, “i’m a villain, baby. money’s not an issue”
- you gave him a gentle smile as you kissed him back, grateful to have dabi in your life
- “alright, doll, bed time”
☆shinso☆
- shinso was always a good boyfriend
- helping you with training, cleaning your room, assignments you struggled on
- he would bring you hot meals to your training sessions and stay up to study with you for upcoming exams
- but it was currently 11pm and you had been training for five hours
- you were first training with deku but as hours passed, the green headed boy got tired and decided to call it a night
- you were relentless and wanted to improve so badly
- but pushing yourself was the opposite of what you needed to be doing
- 11pm came quick and shinso was still up
- he was waiting for you to come to his dorm so you could tell him about your day and then hopefully get to sleep
- the lavender haired boy made his way to ground gamma, wearing a random sweatshirt and grey sweatpants, his locks messy but he didn’t care to style it
- he entered the training grounds to see you doing laps, huffing deeply and sweat running down your forehead
- he grabbed your attention as you gave him a small smile, making your way over to the boy quickly
- “hi, toshi,” you smiled, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand, “what’s up?”
- “what’s up?” he chuckles, causing you to furrow your eyebrows together
- “it’s almost midnight, kitten”
- you let out a laugh as you shrugged your shoulders
- “that gives me a few more hours”
- his eyebrows bunched together as he took your hand, gently lacing his fingers with yours
- “you haven’t been sleeping lately, get one night in”
- “toshi-”
- “kitten, cmon”
- you gave him a frown as you let out a sigh, your stomach twisting into knots at the thought of leaving your workout unfinished
- you weren’t the worst in your class but you definitely weren’t the best, you at least wanted to prove you belonged here
- and shinso knew that
- “can i at least take a shower?” you asked, his eyes trailing to your baby hairs that stuck to your neck due to the amount of sweat you conjured up
- “only if i can join”
- of course he was joking, but it didn’t fail to break a smile onto your tired face
- “whatever,” you smiled as you squeezed his hand before grabbing your workout bag that was sitting by the bench
- “shower and then bed,” he reminded
- “but-”
- “y/n.”
- ….
- “fine.”
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i know damn well dabi wouldn't be this soft but!!!
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ariiluvsyou · 2 years
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scenario where shinsou and reader (fem) were having "fun" then they got caught by aizawa 🤭 [u dont have to write this lol!!] - v
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Authors Note: Hello V!! Omg, thank you for using a sign off your the first person to do that I really hope I see you regularly! Oh! And please feel free to use emoji sign off if you’d like too, \(≧▽≦)/
OFC I’D WRITE THIS FOR YOU! I made it into more of a short fic bc like you said its like a scenario but hope you like it my friend! Also thank you for requesting Shinso, I LOVE Bakugo but I felt kinda bad for him being the only one in my MHA/BNHA masterlist
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|♡| Red Handed |♡|
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Shinso Hitoshi x F!Reader
Description: After a very tiresome meeting with Aizawa, your pro hero boyfriend decided you were the perfect candidate to let off some steam. Not only was he enjoying himself, but he was also getting some much needed revenge by fucking over his mentor’s desk. Too bad Aizawa decided to enter his office at the wrong time. 
Rating: Smut
Disclaimer: Spanking, Light Choking, Exhibitionism,  Degration + Praise, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Getting Caught Doin The Nasty, Angry Sex
Word Count: 1222
 Links:  Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List
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“Fucking slut,” Shinso growled out, his thrusts slapping hard against your ass with every syllable. He was pissed, since becoming a pro hero Aizawa had managed to be up his ass about every mistake for the past month, and it seemed today was the last straw for your boyfriend. 
This is what caused your current position, bent over his boss's desk, clothes haphazardly pulled down just enough so he had access to your aching cunt.  You whimpered, pushing your ass to meet his leaking cockhead halfway, scratching at the dark oak desk from the ecstasy Shinso provoked. 
"Toshi!" You cried when he hit a sensitive spot on your spongey walls, your pussy fluttering around him in a way that made his hips stutter before quickly working back into his rough pace. 
Shinso's hands moved from his place on your back to trail up your sides, making sure to give your breasts a sharp squeeze,  before placing two of his fingers on your pouty red lips. "Open," he commanded, a slight pant in his voice.
You whined once more but decided to obey since he already wasn't in the best of moods. You parted your lips, making sure to swipe your tongue along his fingers as two of his pale appendages into your mouth. 
"Suck 'em, you know what I like," your boyfriend used his other hand to slap your ass, creating another red mark on top of the many finger-print-sized bruises you adorned. Quickly you got to work, swirling your tongue and moaning around his digits. 
"Damn, had to shut you up with my fingers so we don't get caught," he laughed mockingly, although he himself was in no better shape than you. His usually flared-out purple hair was now starting to droop, sweat beading at his forehead as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes and the most adorable scrunch to his eyebrows as he focused on pushing himself as deep as possible in you. Fuck, why did he have to be so pretty?
You couldn't take it anymore, the way his dick stretched you out so deliciously, the way he moaned and grunted, the way he had a tight grip on your ass and tongue. "Toshi, Hitowshi bwaby, so gwood," you moaned, voice muffled by his fingers which were now stroking your tongue, thumb rubbing your cheek from the outside. 
Shinso pulls out of your warm heat till only the tip was left, laughing at the way you cried out. You attempted to rub yourself on him, searching for any type of friction but Shinso was quick to push on your back, your breasts smashing against some very important documents Aizawa had. 
"Look at you wiggle," he teased, watching at your cute little hole squeezed around nothing. "So fucking dirty, crying for my cock on my boss's desk," he paused to moan when you squeezed your cunt around his sensitive cockhead. His hand reached down to spread your lips, watching as he slammed his full length into you. 
"Hitoshi!" You screamed, voice not coming clear since his hand abandoned your drooling mouth and moved to grip on your neck. He squeezed gently, providing a delicious pressure on your throat as he fucked you silly, thrusts so hard they caused ripples on your ass. 
"Mmph, baby fuck! So fucking cute, do whatever I ask huh?" Shinso asked, spanking you once more. Your eyes closed as you let your tongue hand out of your mouth, completely drunk off the feeling your boyfriend provided you. 
"Yeah, that's it, think you deserve a little reward," his hand reached down to rub your clit, messaging small circles in a way that had your toes curling. "Go ahead and cum baby, cum all over his desk. 
There was just something so overwhelmingly hot about fucking on Aizawa's desk, the risk of being caught, the anger behind your boyfriend's movements, how Shinso mixed his degrading with sweet praises, so filthy to the point you couldn't keep quiet anymore despite your weak attempts. Shinso just felt too good, his long fingers lingering on your neck, your ass burning from his heavy hands, him toying with your clit, and of course, his large cock rubbing your sensitive walls in a way only he could.  Within seconds the combination of these aspects had you creaming around Shinso's dick. 
"C-Cumming! 'm cumming, Hitoshi please!" You begged, legs shaking from the intense feeling, surely you would have fallen if it wasn't for the desk beneath you. Your hands reached out to claw at whatever you could, knocking down some items in the process. "Toshi, please cum, wanna feel you so bad." Drool dribbles down your cheek you lean your head down onto the cool surface beneath you, withering in this intense feeling. 
"Fuck, fuck! Why do you have to be so fucking tight—fuck hahh!" Shinso had let go of his grip on your neck and clit, leaving red marks from where his hands had previously been, and used both his hands to grab your waist, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts.
By now your pussy was sopping wet, a thick creamy ring forming around the base of hm and dripping to his balls. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly almost making it hard to pull out. You always milked him so fucking good. 
"Shit, why do you have to be like this? My perfect slut."
Shinso panted when he finally pumped one final time, reveling in the wet slapping sound that came from it before emptying his balls in your cavern. Even while he was cumming his thrusts never stopped, although now softer and more sparatic. In the end, you two were a mess, Shinso leaving over your body basking in the afterglow. 
It felt so nice, feeling his cum slosh around inside you, his hands petting your head and allowing you to catch your breath. While Shinso could be rough he never failed to treat you like a princess after, you knew when you got home you would be showered in praises, kisses, and massages. 
"You okay honey?" He rasped, humping you against the desk. Your cunt couldn't help but flutter around him despite being exhausted. You turned your head to meet his tired eyes, watching as his once angry face from earlier melted into a pretty smile. 
"'m okay, but what about you baby? You feel better from earlier?" He chuckled at your response, always so attentive was his girlfriend. With a grin plastered on his lips, he placed gentle kisses on your back, his thurst finally halting as he pulled his head back to watch his cum leak out of you and back onto his cock. 
"I'm fucking fantastic."
The intimate moment was halted by loud commotion coming from outside the office, angry stomps trailing down the hallway to the front of the door. 
"They fucking did it again! I swear to god these kids will kill me, they destroyed so much fucking property! In fucking ruins!" The voice of Aizawa growled out, most likely screaming at his assistant before slamming his office door open. 
Shinso was fast to react, quickly pulling out of your warm heat with a hiss before scrambling to pull his pants up and using his body to hide your naked body from the very angry pro hero. 
"Oh my fucking god!" If Shinso thought Aizawa was annoying before, he was in for a real treat. 
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Authors Note: OKAY OKAY YOU CAN IMAGINE THE REST! I think Shinso would attempt to use his quirk to make Aizawa forget this whole fiasco but idk if he’s quick enough (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Also sorry this is shorter than usual! But I hope you enjoyed anyways <33 Please leave a comment, lemme know what you think! Don’t forget to check out my other works, and requests are currently open!! BYE BYE (ノ*°▽°*)
Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List 
Tag List: @katscki​, @libidinous-weeb
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amaya-writes · 2 years
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Hii I’d like to request headcannons of shinsou with an extroverted s/o. Like she’s friends with everyone and she can make anyone warm up to her. Maybe make it angsts like if he calls her loud or something. It’s up to you ❤️
Notes: I haven't written for Shinsou in so long damn maybe I should write a drabble or something for him
Warnings: slight angst (more like hurt to comfort tbh, slight anime spoilers ig
Characters involved: Shinsou Hitoshi, mentions of other 1A and 1B students
Gender-neutral reader, you/yours
The first time Shinsou met you, he thought your personality was suffocating.
It wasn't anything against you, but as he saw the way you bounced between friend groups so easily like an avid social butterfly just seemed to irk him. It didn't help matters that you were somehow on good terms with everyone, whether it be 1A or 1B.
The sight almost had him forcing himself not to like you, to not just be one of the dozens of people who got tricked by your bubbly personality and became just another name at the back of your mind.
He hated people like you, or at least, he thought he did.
It wasn't until his first session ended that Shinsou realised just why everyone seemed to like and care for you. It was because you cared for them.
You barely knew him, yet somehow as the class ended and everyone fawned over Midoriya and his injuries you seemed to almost automatically gravitate to the purple-haired boy standing against the back of the room as if he hoped for the wall to just eat him up.
It wasn't much, really. The two of you barely talked if at all and Shinsou found himself constantly contemplating whether he could get away with using his quirk to make you go away.
Yet as the days progressed and he became an official student of the UA hero program, Shinsou found that he had come to enjoy your company.
At first, he just thought of you as a bridge between him and the rest of the first years, someone who was on his side of the court, yet as time went on Shinsou found that he actually liked you.
The realisation had him immediately pushing you away in an attempt to convince himself that it wasn't true.
Shinsou the reclused socially awkward guy with the scary quirk falling for the one person who was basically his opposite? It was impossible.
People had already pointed out time and time again how weird it was to see the two of you together as friends since you were so different, so he couldn't begin to imagine what they would think if the two of you started to date.
Perhaps that was why he found himself getting unintentionally rude to you, saying things that had you getting quiet in a way that bothered him more than he would have liked to admit.
It was only after Aizawa knocked some sense into him by referencing his friendship with Hizashi that Shinsou finally seemed to realise how stupid he had been.
By then he thought it was too late. He had called you loud, annoying, and god knows what else even though he knew that was one thing you were insecure about: of being seen as a nuisance.
Once he realised how wrong he was, Shinsou couldn't help but blurt out a confession the next time he saw you.
The two of you moved forward quite easily from there. He apologised for being an asshole and your happy, bubbly nature seemed to return.
Shinsou might have been the one to ask you out, but you were often the one to take the wheels in your relationship and plan dates or initiate PDA.
In fact, as much as he didn't like admitting it, you were also the one to kiss him first after your second date.
Everything just seemed to fall together so easily with you.
He would help you with your schoolwork, you would help him with his quirk, he would make sure you didn't hang out with people who secretly didn't like you, you would make sure he hung out with people.
In fact, Shinsou had gotten so used to having you in his life that the first time the two of you fought he didn't know what to do with himself.
It was just a misunderstanding, yet even after such a small fight he found himself avoiding you for a bit.
The two of you moved forward from that, but he should have known then that once you had a real fight things wouldn't end well.
He had yelled at you. Like actually yelled while fat tears rolled down your face as you watched your boyfriend of almost a year tell you to go away and never see him again.
It's not like you had meant to break his mouth piece, and Aizawa had already gotten the support class to ensure that it would be fixed before the next day so he wouldn't miss any classes.
That day Shinsou realised why he didn't want to be friends with you in the start. Things just came easily to you. You were smart and pretty and knew how to talk to others but weren't overwhelmingly optimistic or annoying.
In Shinsou's eyes, you were perfect. He just hadn't realised that you thought the same about him too.
It was ironic how he hadn't realised it before. Of course, two people who were opposites would hate themselves and think the other was perfect. That was the way of the world.
Yet somehow, once he dropped by the 1-A dorms and saw you crying on the front step with Mina comforting you, Shinsou realised that he was wrong.
He didn't hate himself, in fact, he hadn't hated himself in a while. You made it impossible for him to think that way when you looked at him like he had placed the moon in the sky.
And Shinsou thought that way about you too, he had just never allowed himself to admit it.
That day, as the two of you cuddled up to each other and for once Shinsou was the one clinging onto you as he apologised sincerely, he realised that it didn't quite matter if you were opposites.
In fact, that was what made the two of you work.
You were like two halves of a whole, Yin and Yang that could only be completed with each other. He had just been too blind to realise it before.
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veenxys · 1 year
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“wait.. are you serious?” shinso asks, looking at the tickets in your hand and at you again.
“i thought you wanted to enjoy life more” you say, doing a bad impression of him.
“well yes i do..but i don’t know if going to a concert in another city on a wednesday is a good idea y/n. we have class tomorrow”
“..and?”
he looks at you confused, as if the two of you are speaking completely different languages.
“urgh c’mon shinso! is our favorite band, it’s not often that an opportunity like this comes along!”
he takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his shaggy hair, holding it above his forehead as he says something like “this is crazy” under his breath. he looks at you; the sparkle in your eyes and a smile you try to hide makes his heart race and a mixture of anxiety and nervousness takes over him; and he knows you can see the tug of war in his mind.
“you have to seize the moment, hitoshi. have you seen them playing live? it’s awesome and i promise you won’t regret it”
he’s biting his nail again, and you can’t help but roll your eyes because he’s making this harder than it should.
“no”
“hmm, too bad.. that i’m not taking no for an answer,” you say as you stand up, tucking your laptop into your backpack before placing it on your back. you adjust your jacket and he watches you with his mouth open, not knowing if you’re serious or not.
“thanks for helping me with my homework hitoshi, now go study. i’ll pick you up at your place later” you say smiling, leaning into him and leaving a kiss on his temple before leaving.
and shinso is taken out of his thoughts when you turn up the radio with one hand while the other is on the steering wheel; your face minutes before concentrated is now happy, amused as the music fills the car.
you tap your fingers softly on the steering wheel to the beat of the music while the wind from the open window ruffles your hair, and shinso can’t stop looking at you.
a small but genuine smile plays on his lips as he leans his head back on the seat and that’s when you feel the weight of his gaze on you, even with him wearing sunglasses you can feel it. “what?” you say with a playful smile.
“you are insane”
you laugh and his smile just gets bigger. he gently runs his fingers over your jaw and takes a deep breath when you reply with a sarcastic smile “if i am insane, then what are you?”, he didn’t want to go, but he knows he would regret it if he didn’t go with you.
the trip was going to be a long one, but honestly he doesn’t care now as he watches you drive, singing and smiling to a song that’s playing on the radio, he doesn’t know the song, but he makes a mental note to listen to more of this band later. 
“look, it’s showtime,” you say as you look into the rearview mirror; the sun setting as the sky becomes a vast expanse of orange and pink, like a work of art you couldn’t believe was real.
he smirks and turns his head back to look, the sunlight reflects off his glasses and you glance at him quickly before looking at the road ahead again, but you know this scene will stay in your mind for a while a long time; his hair messed up as usual, falling lightly over his forehead, the small smile he has on his face, his jawline and how handsome he looks in sunglasses.
and when the sky darkens and the stars begin to appear, shinso offers to drive; he knows you must be tired and nothing fairer than doing this for you, you’ve done so much for him.
and the next moments pass like a flash in shinso’s head; parking next to the concert, waiting what seems like an eternity in line and when you finally get in, he feels like he’s in another world: hours before he was bored in his room, listening to songs by his favorite band, and now he’s at his favorite band’s concert with his favorite people and with excited people running towards the stage while lights dazzle his vision.
he puts one hand in front of his eyes but before he can do anything you take his other hand and start walking a little too fast closer to the stage. he bumps into some people but he doesn’t care, he’s too focused on your hand holding his. and when you finally stop, he accidentally bumps into you, which makes you laugh and turn to him.
“it’s showtime,” you smile, and he smiles back. the lights go out and everyone screams, and then the show begins.
the loud sound vibrates inside you as if your heart makes the beats, the blinding lights made the atmosphere even more energetic and vibrant; you and shinso jump and scream at the top of your lungs, having fun and indulging in music like never before. and sometimes you had to take each other’s hands or arms so you wouldn’t get lost in the crowd.
it was all amazing, special and unique. but one moment that will stay in your mind forever was when your favorite song played; you quickly looked at each other as the guitarist played the first chords, shinso’s gaze shone like a diamond as a huge smile appeared on his lips, you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him so happy. and you smiled, smiled for him and for being here with him, smiled when the singer looked at the two of you together and pointed at you as he sang the song, you smiled like never before that day because of him. 
“you liked it?” you ask, voice a little hoarse, your hair messy as you look hopefully at shinso as he fastens his seat belt. the adrenaline and emotion in your veins slowly draining away as you looked into each other’s eyes in the car.
“are you kidding? that was awesome, y/n. i don’t think i’ve had this fun since… since forever” he smiles widely.
you smile back and the peaceful silence takes over both of you.
the moon lights up the parking lot and you can’t help but smile when you see some people looking for their cars as excited as the two of you were a few minutes ago.
“thank you,” shinso says, holding your hand and giving it a light squeeze as he looks at it, “for bringing me. for ignoring my ‘no’” you laugh and he smiles together, this time looking at you, “thanks for being you”
you don’t know what to say, it seems like all your words got stuck in your throat but for shinso, you didn’t need to say anything, just your look was enough for him.
you squeeze his hand in response and he smiles as he strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. you two stay like that for a few seconds, until your heart returns to the normal, quiet beats it had before the show, until your minds stop spinning or your ears ring from the loud music.
“we should do this again”
you turn your head to him with a wry smile “this is surprising for someone who said they didn’t want to come a few hours ago”
he laughs and looks at you, your gazes fix one on each other and neither of you can look away first. you two just stand there, holding hands, looking at each other inside the car in an empty parking lot, and it’s that thought that makes shinso realize, “what’s stopping us now?”
then he looks away to your lips and looks into your eyes again, like a silent request, and the sparkle in your eyes and the way you also looked at his soft lips were more than enough answers for him.
he gently tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and strokes your cheek with his thumb before lazily placing his hand on the back of your neck. he gets so close you can feel his breath against your skin, so you close your eyes and he brushes his lips against yours before finally kissing you. a soft, lazy kiss that soon becomes deeper and more passionate.
you two just separate for lack of air; foreheads still touching, he caresses the back of your neck and can’t help but smile when you whisper against his lips “you’re right, i think we should do this again.”
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I'm so mad! I saved the ask sent to me, but it disappeared when I went to check on it! I do hope they know that I finished it, but now I'll make sure to screenshot every ask when I get them so this doesn't happen again!
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Declaration of Distortion
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Welcome! - Introduction and request rules (if you want me to write for you, or if you want to know who I am)
▶ Characters: Mentor Aizawa & Gender-Neutral Reader (platonic) + Shinso & GN Reader (platonic)
▶Genre: A little bit of horror+ some fluff sprinkled around
▶ Summary: A courageous reader with striking white wings and a powerful quirk falls victim to a malicious mushroom spore quirk. Along with many others, they are ruthlessly mind controlled and forced to battle numerous heroes, and their own mentor Aizawa, a formidable hero in his own right.
▶ Warnings:
- Some body horror if you think about it
- Unconsented Mind Control (Not Shinso)
- Decay/Rotting flesh (for a moment at the end)
- Blood/Wounds (Not too graphic)
- Paranoia/Mental Instability
- Infection due to process of a quirk
- Per the request, the reader has wings
- While there is no romance, there is still platonic love
▶ Word Count: 15,420
(The Mother of all my stories. My phone/Tumblr crashed a total of 13 times while trying to post this. In case you didn't know I only have a budget phone that works similar to a brick)
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"Ready... Start!"
Upon hearing Eraserhead's signal, both you and Shinso lunged forward at the same time, fully content with the goal to bring the other down.
It was a muggy day, the clouds always filling the sky and casting their shadows over the little seaside town. Wet droplets of the previous night's rain still clung to the blades of grass that you all were training on.
Aizawa had recently taken you under his wing alongside Shinso, and had been training the both of you excessively for the past few weeks in order to prepare the two of you to join alongside him during patrol. He was being extra cautious, as he knew that underground hero work was much more hazardous and unpredictable compared to regular hero work, and he wasn't going to lose either of his students.
Worried for the both of your guy's safety, Aizawa wanted to implement extra training and taught you many techniques in case things were to ever go south, too filled with paranoia to recognize the signs of exhaustion the two of you were dealing with due to the extra work.
Watching the both of you train with stern eyes, Aizawa was beginning to notice large improvements, not just in one but in the both of you. Shinso no longer went straight ahead when fighting or throwing a punch, and you no longer tripped over your wings nearly as much as when you first began.
The wings were your entire quirk, and oddly enough you didn't really use them to fly (no matter how much you trained, you struggled to stay aloft), but they were rather a mix of offense and defense. Large and white, they had the ability to solidify into metal, creating a sort of shield to protect you and others if needed, and- in a similar manner to Hawk's quirk- the individual feathers had the ability to shoot off as projectiles. Although they weren't nearly as sharp at his, they still gave a nasty sting as they flew with the speed and force similar to that of a bullet.
Currently, Aizawa was having you both train on hand to hand combat without the use of quirks (although you didn't believe it was all that fair at Shinso was allowed to use his metal staff). The reason being Aizawa wanted to check up on the progress the two of you were making, wanting to determine the place you were at so he could adjust future training lessons accordingly.
As soon as Aizawa gave his order, Shinso lunged and swung his staff at you immediately, trying to catch you off guard. It was in vain however as you tilted your head to the side which made him miss, combined with the fact that you had to swerve your body to the side as well to dodge his additional kicks.
Frustrated, he swung his leg up at your head, and in an act of panic you grabbed onto his ankle to keep it from making contact. This in turn caused you to fall to the ground on your stomach as he lowered his foot, and you nearly got jabbed with his staff as he stabbed it down at you like he did earlier.
You went to attempt to stand up again, as it was commonly known that whoever was on the ground was most vulnerable. Shinso knew this as well, and fought to keep you down by putting his staff under your leg and flipping you over and onto your back so he could gain the upper hand, since if you were on your stomach then your wings would protect you and only serve to get in the way. Irritated, you tried jumping up onto your legs, only for your jump to be interrupted by him swinging his staff at your head, which kept your upper torso on the ground as you needed to dodge, while your legs were bent in a sort of crab-walk pose.
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*Kind of like this (this is what I went off of)
Contorting your body so the staff wouldn't make contact (you knew from personal experiences that it hurt severely), you moved to the side as he lunged at you again with the staff, and this time you grabbed it to keep him from moving it. When he went to pull it out of your grasp, you clung on and used it to your avantage to get up from the ground again, the extra weight on the end of the staff causing Shinso to lose his grip. Throwing away the staff so Shinso couldn't get it, you looked directly at him (trying not to laugh at his exasperated expression), and the two of you went to lunge at each other again, but right before the either of you could get a hit in you both instantly halted as Aizawa blew his whistle, indicating he had seen enough and that the exercise was over.
You had both succeeded Aizawa's expectations, and so he decided that you two were ready to accompany him on his patrol. Although paranoia still clung to his thoughts, Aizawa knew that you were well trained enough to protect yourselves in case of an accident. He had seen the effort that you two put in when it came to surpassing his training checkpoints he made when it came to teaching the both of you, and he certainly wasn't going to turn a blind eye to the sheer exhaustion that you suffered since you were pushing yourselves.
On the walk back to the dorms, Aizawa began to explain what things you and Shinso should expect when it came time for the mission. As he listed off the numerous precautions and emergency procedures, you couldn't help but get lost inside your own mind, the beauty of the post-storm environment radiating a calm tone.
The sun was beginning to set as it was late in the evening, you all had been training together as soon as school was let out, and in a way you were grateful that the weekend was tomorrow (although you knew chances were you might end up training even more).
The golden rays of the lowering sun were making their way through the numerous plants and buildings that filled the UA campus, everything glittering with a lovely shine from surfaces that were still wet with drops that were caused from the recent storms that had been going on lately. Birds made their way overhead every now and then, and the air was quiet and calm, the only sounds filling the air being Eraserhead's monotonous voice and the light steps the each of you took.
You were currently balancing on the slightly higher edge of the sidewalk, hanging your arms out to the side in the shape of a "T" to help you balance further as you walked and listened intently to Aizawa speak. Shinso was walking beside you, grumbling to himself everytime your wings got in his face (you knew he didn't mean any harm- besides, you liked messing with the guy).
As Aizawa continued the mundane speech about hero safety and villain techniques to look out for, something he said caught your attention.
"- of course, a student isn't expected to completely fix the situation themselves, but it is worth noting that all student interns are given high expectations. Now that that's out of the way, let me explain the mission that we're going to be looking for."
Aizawa turned to look behind him at the two of you, face hardened and serious. The once light-hearted mood plummeted and took a more solemn face instead, and you hopped down from where you were standing, going beside Shinso.
"This case is more of a serious one compared to what the others are working on. Lately, I'm sure you've heard from the news about the numerous missing people, yes?"
Upon reviving two silent nods, Aizawa continued, arms crossed and fatigue pressuring him persistently.
"Now, we don't know anything about what these missing people have in common, only that they were by themselves and didn't arrive back where they were heading. Another thing they all had in common was the fact that they disappeared away from any witnesses and cameras, meaning that whoever is behind this knows what they're doing and is actively planning it out."
Shinso raised his hand, speaking right after Aizawa paused.
"When I saw that case on the news, didn't they say that all the victims had some kind of strong quirk? Maybe-"
Aizawa cut him off, shaking his head.
"Sorry, but that's just a rumor. Looking over each of their files showed that most had weak quirks, with only a small handful having semi-useful quirks. Some were even quirkless, so that crosses out that idea."
When you thought back on it, you realized that you had indeed saw a news report on this particular case, but it was so vaguely described that you didn't really see any difference in it from the other numerous cases that had happened in the past. Nothing really stood out to you, and you were surprised that Shinso had even paid attention enough to remember it.
"We thought it was a lost cause, with cases popping up randomly without pattern and without a targeted victim, it was nearly impossible to try and get close to solving it. But recently, a woman that had fallen victim to this mystery fortunately had a tracker implanted behind her ear since she was prone to wandering off because of her unstable mental state." Aizawa paused, letting you both take in the info since he was worried he was coming off too fast.
"So that means... We can track down the woman.." you began.
"And possibly find out where the others might be as well." Shinso finished for you.
"Bingo. Tomorrow, get plenty of rest during the day because we'll be starting as soon as the sun sets, and my work schedule is often unpredictable and can leave us working throughout the night and until the sun rises again. I'll explain what we'll be doing beforehand, and feel free to ask any questions if you have them. Better safe than sorry."
When you made you way back to the dorms, it finally hit you. You were finally going on your first mission tomorrow! Too filled with nerves and excitement, dinner was one of the last things crossing your mind as you went up to your room instead, politely greeting your classmates beforehand.
You stayed up most of the night contemplating on what might happen, and what things you might run into. Sleep was non-existent, and you wanted to make sure that you were mentally prepared and to especially make sure you wouldn't slow everyone down. Shinso and Aizawa were rather talented at keeping themselves hidden in the shadows, but you struggled to keep of up with their abilities at times, your wings that normally held you up high being the thing that slowed you down and limited your abilities.
With newfound determination, you took to the internet to look up how others in the world delt with their wings, as it was pretty common to run into someone with some type of them, always a little different from each other. You found a few online blogs that helped you understand the limits and anatomy of wings, but none that specifically stated how to sneak around with them. Regardless, you still were going to help in any way you could, and so all night you stayed up preparing.
It wasn't until an alarm went off on your phone that you realized it was morning, and when you went to open your curtains a bright stream of sunlight hit you directly in the eyes, cementing your realization. Since you spent all night awake, your body and mind were both exhausted from the intense training and lack of rest. After eating a quick meal and greeting your classmates once more, you finally succumbed to sleep, allowing yourself to fly away in the dark depths of your mind.
"Bzzt..."
"Bzzt..."
"Bzzt..."
Grumbling, you opened your eyes to be greeted with nothing but pitch black darkness. For a quick second, you almost went back to sleep as you thought you set your alarm incorrectly, only to immediately jump up at the realization.
A quick knock on your door further helped you remember what was planned, and Shinso's voice spoke up right after.
"Turn off your damn alarm, it's been going off for ages. Also Sensei said he wants you to get ready 'cause we're leaving in an hour."
And with that you concluded that he must have left, before scrambling for your phone to turn off the repeating tune coming out of it.
After getting into your hero outfit and grabbing your duffle bag full of supplies, you left your room and went down to the common room in search of Shinso. Once you made your way down there, you instantly saw Shinso and Aizawa both already there, Aizawa sitting on the couch and Shinso standing in front of him, both holding a conversation that came to a slow when you came into the picture.
Embarrassment rushed through you as you began to think that you were the last one finished and that they were both waiting on you this whole time.
"Sorry if I'm late, I didn't know we were supposed to get up earlier. It won't happen again."
Aizawa cocked an eyebrow, "You're not late? You and Shinso are both on time. That gives us enough time to prepare and possibly get some breakfast in the both of you since you're still children who don't just run on a stale cup of coffee like me."
Ah, that made a little more sense, Shinso must've just finished up a bit earlier than you did. You blamed your awkward conversation on your nerves, not knowing how to get them to calm down.
"I know a good shop around here that's still open, it's run by an old friend of mine, so he'd know why we're there since I've been going there before going on patrol or on a mission since I first started."
You and Shinso nodded again, and as you all walked out of the dorms Aizawa began to catch on to your nervousness. Leaning over so he could get closer to you, you noticed this and listened.
"You know, Shinso's just as nervous as you are. He just doesn't show it since he's worried about coming off as weak." Aizawa whispered to you in an attempt to reassure you. Your eyes widened at this and looked at Shinso who was walking ahead of you two, completely oblivious to the conversation.
"Don't worry about a thing, kid. I've seen you train, you'll be okay", Aizawa reassured, patting a firm hand on your shoulder before walking off to lead you all.
This news helped you understand that you weren't the odd one out, and your nervous thoughts calmed down a little upon realizing this.
After waking for a bit, you and Shinso were brought to a little food stand, being run by only a single elderly man. Upon noticing Aizawa and the two of you behind him, you noticed his face light up.
"Shota! How are you, my old friend?", Turning to look behind Aizawa, the man took a glance at you and Shinso standing behind him. "And who are these little ones that follow you like a duckling would to their mother?"
He had a warm, friendly smile, and didn't seem the slightest bit tired when compared to the dark night sky. Though he spoke with a bit of an accent, you found that he was still easy to understand.
"They're students of mine. We're going on a mission soon and they needed something to eat."
Once again, slight embarrassment caused you to warm as it sounded like Aizawa was referring to little children when speaking about the two of you even though he's seen the work you put in to train. Turning to Shinso, you noticed that he was unbothered, simply scanning the little sign that advertised all the foods that the man made with a look of disinterest.
"Oh, yes! Young ones need to eat, it's very important! I'll make something for them, know anything you'd like?"
"I'm good."
And with that, you followed Shinso and sat down next to him on a bench that was placed behind the food stand.
After getting some warm soup to fill your stomaches, Aizawa led you to his office at a special institute for underground heroes, seeing as he never bothered in getting an agency of his own even though he's been offered many times in the past.
Once you both arrived, Aizawa went over the plan with you and Shinso, trying to get you both as used to how things ran over there as a real underground hero as possible.
After about 20 minutes of going over the plan, the hour of prep time you had initially started with was almost up, and things had to be started soon.
The plan was set. Since missions normally don't get solved in a day (especially mystery ones such as the one you were assigned), the first day would typically be a simple search for any clues and witnesses, just gathering as much information on the topic as you can. The 2-5 days after will typically be when things start getting put together, and any days after that would be when direct action will take place.
This was a rough template to go off of as every mission is different than the other, but Aizawa needed to give you guys something to go off of for reference.
Aizawa had pinpointed the target's location of the lady that had the tracker implant, and found that she was in a cave of some sort, possibly since it would be a smart hiding place seeing as that cave in particular was deep and had been infamous in the past for getting people sick due to the mold and mushroom spores that filled it.
With this newfound information, you three geared up and trecked to the forest, minds sharp and clear, ready for anything that was thrown at you.
It was quite a walk there, and by the time you reached the forest your legs were starting to feel a bit sore, but nevertheless you continued on, pushing past overgrowth that tickled and scratched at your legs.
Aizawa was walking in front of you with the tracker in his hand and was focusing intently on it while his other hand pushed the meddlesome plants to the side as he walked. Shinso walked to the side of him, trying to do what he can and show off any skills of his, although all that the two of you could do at the moment was simply walk and follow.
Watching Aizawa for any signs of being near the location, you both came to a stop when he did, looking around for any signs of a cave. Despite looking around, all you saw was lots of plants and other undergrowth, and not the slightest sight of any cave nearby.
You saw Aizawa do the same thing, look around and shake his head in confusion. He turned around and walked back to see if he missed anything, you and Shinso following obediently. Aizawa shook his head again, muttering to himself as he turned around as walked back again, this time Shinso spoke up.
"What's the matter?"
Aizawa stopped and sighed, turning the tracker towards the two of you. Looking at the blinking dot and the one that indicated you three, it seemed as though you had already reached the cave. Looking up, you still didn't see any signs of a cave nearby, and now worry was starting to eat away at you.
Aizawa grumbled, "I don't know if it's bugged or if someone purposely messed with it. If we don't find anything then we'll have to go back."
Your stomach dropped when he said that. You had been looking forward for this mission for the longest time, and now there was a possibility for it to end before it even started?
Seeing the other two begin to make their way back, you panicked and tried catching up to them. However, your wings weren't fit for the forest as it was dense with growth from the recent storms that had been happening lately.
Your wing got caught up on a vine, and the thorns caught onto it further as you tried pulling it away. Tugging with all your might, you ripped your wing free, only to fall flat on your face, sliding a bit from the tugging.
Aizawa and Shinso heard the commotion and turned to see you fall, rushing to go help. Trying to stand up and not get any further entangled, you stepped back from a cluster of sticky plants, only to feel a dip behind you, sending you falling backwards as you were on the top of a slope.
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A little like that ⁠(⁠・⁠◡⁠・⁠)⁠/
You heard Aizawa and Shinso shout your name, sliding down skillfully after you so they can help. You slid on your back, hardening your wings so they'd protect you as you continued down the slope. The ground was still damp, and the wet soil and plants made a perfect mixture for sliding a long ways down without stopping.
You finally slid all the way down into a sort of ditch that had stagnant water sitting on the bottom, but luckily for you the numerous plants that swallowed the bottom of it protected you from the water and provided a soft cushion for you to fall onto.
Landing upside down, you struggled to get back up onto your feet as your hardened wings stuck into the wall of the trench. Tugging them out, you finally managed to sit up into a crouch. You heard Aizawa and Shinso calling out to you, and just as you were about to call after them, something in the trench caught your eye.
There was an oddly shaped cluster of plants on the wall of dirt, and nowhere else. You would've brushed this away normally, but maybe since the adrenaline was still coursing through you it made you extra alert.
Standing up and patting the dirt and crushed plants off of you, the reached over and hesitantly pulled at the plants, only to see that they were purposely tied and braided together to create a net or mesh to cover something when you took a closer look.
Now confident that something was up, you pulled off the net cover, and found the entrance to a large opening in the wall. You had found the cave.
Looking behind you, you shouted to the other two, "Guys! I found it!". You wanted to run towards them, but stayed since you didn't want to lose track of the cave.
Aizawa was the first to shout, "Found what?!"
Behind him, Shinso was panting as he slid down the rest of the slope next to Aizawa, careful to not accidentally fall into the ditch like you.
They made their way to where you were, and Aizawa skidded into the ditch where you were without hesitation, immediately going over to you and checking you over for injury. Shinso slid in a little more hesitantly after Aizawa, and went over to you to flick you on the forehead.
"Idiot. Only you can slide down a hill and into a wet ditch."
You rubbed your forehead, then remembered and gestured to the opening you found.
"Look! "
"What is it?" Shinso asked jeeringly.
You huffed a bit, not in the mood to deal with his teasing.
"It's the cave! I found it, so we don't have to go back!"
Aizawa silently approached the entrance, and looked down at the tracker to see that the dots perfectly aligned this time. He rubbed the back of his neck, still a little apprehensive due to the glitch out that happened earlier.
"I don't know... How would we know that this is the right cave? We don't have any proof..."
You picked up the tied plant mesh and gestured for Aizawa to take it from you.
"I found this covering the front so it would be better hidden.."
Aizawa looked closer at the plants, and found truth in your words. He handed it to Shinso so he could learn from it, to which he just muttered "Huh, you did find it".
Aizawa grabbed the small bag he had brought along with him, and pulled out three different sized respiratory masks that had facial guards, as well as three headlights that went on the top of the masks.
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You each took a mask and put it on, along with attaching the flashlight to your heads and walkie talkies to your waists. Gloves were also given to protect your hands anything dangerous in the cave, and so if the police needed evidence then your DNA wouldn't be on the scene.
Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you looked at the entrance of the cave, dark and menacing, as though it was an open mouth waiting to swallow you down it's throat.
Aizawa patted your shoulder, and when he saw that it didn't calm you down very much he did something he normally wouldn't do; he held out his hand and let you hold it for comfort. He didn't want to baby the either of you, but something about the look of fear and panic across your face made him feel a little bad and made him worry that he was starting you both off a little fast.
With Shinso on one side and you on the other, the three of you turned on your lights and began to descend into the open cave.
As you delved deeper into the cave, you noticed your worry went away bit by bit as you began to see how pretty the cave looked on the inside. Glowing bugs sat across the roof of the cave and shimmered as each bug would flicker their light, and you took notice of the numerous glowing mushrooms that lit up the cave in a hazy purple glow.
You tried letting go of Aizawa's hand as you felt a little more confident, only to immediately grab it back as you worried you had lost them for a second. He squeezed your hand in response to let you know you were okay, and you tried your best to be as useful as you could, just like you wanted to earlier yesterday.
You all eventually walked into a rather open area of the cave, filled with the glowing purple mushrooms that made it nearly useless to have your flashlights. With the light helping him see everyone, Aizawa let you and Shinso walk around to look for any clues you could find. Unbeknownst to the two of you, he was on high alert as he sensed something felt extremely off. He couldn't scrape away the feeling from his mind that something wasn't right, and so he wanted to make sure you were safe.
You walked around, marvelling at the little puddles of water and stalactites, making sure not to touch anything that wasn't a clue. You walked around and looked behind the edge of another opening in the open area, trying not to walk too far off so Aizawa could still see you.
You looked around and shined your flashlight wherever you could, and upon seeing a ripped green sweater your blood ran cold. Shaking, you ran the flashlight up the sweater and saw other pieces of ripped clothing and small drops of glowing purple liquid surrounding the whole thing.
You felt nothing but fear as you stood there, chilled to the bone as the thought of an actual threat made its presence. With trembling arms and frozen blood, you still moved the light further over the scene, and what you saw made your breath hitch and every thought in your mind stilled. For a split second, time was non-existent, frozen just like the blood that ran through your veins. You felt weak, like a small child. You forgot everything. Where you were. Your quirk. Your training.
Everything was forgotten in the frozen second as true fear hit you for the first time. Because what you saw was the woman, unconscious and bruised, but alive. And next to her, a man with glowing purple mushrooms clinging to his skull, eyes devoid of emotion and pupils, instead the only thing in his eyes was a bright glowing purple that seemed like nothing but two empty holes that sat on his face. His clothes were tattered, much more than the lady's, and he stood with a crouch, like a beast of sorts. His mouth was agape, constantly in motion of slight opening and closing, as if an internal hunger always gnawed at his mind, even when he was resting.
And when you made eye contact with him (it?), that seemingly empty head of his bursted with action as he lunged at you with a likeness of that of a loaded spring, as if he was waiting for his next victim to come across his territory. He had moved faster than your mind could comprehend, and still it didn't help that your legs were frozen and your mind was full of fog.
It was only when his chilled fingers scraped against your mask that you began to move. You threw yourself back and tried to scream for help, only for the man to grab your throat and throw your head against the wall, letting go only to let you slide down as warm pulsing pain shot throughout your head.
You clutched your head in pain, and the man lunged for you again, grabbing your ankle and sliding you towards him, hungry mouth still moving and empty purple eyes looking for another pair to join his. Fear moved you this time, and although you were too panicked to think properly, you still had the energy to try to move yourself back and away from the thing antagonizing you.
Everytime you tried to get up he would just try to grab your mask, so you stayed on the ground and tried scooting back to where Aizawa and Shinso were. You couldn't use your wings on the ground, as that was one major downsides of your quirk.
Deciding that you needed to get out of there, you tried to throw yourself up and run out, but as you attempted to jump up the man threw his weight at you, slamming you down again, this time coming at you with a large rock in his hands.
Seeing his empty eyes and dead emotions, you looked up in pure terror as tears ran down your face, the thought of death consuming you. He slammed down the rock on your mask, cracking and breaking it, and you snapped. If you were going to die, then you'd take the risk. You screamed out as loud as you could, screaming with your throat until it was raw and sore, begging for help with all you had in your lungs.
Aizawa and Shinso weren't too far away, and so when they heard you scream they immediately thought of nothing else but getting to where you were. Every part in their bodies was on high alert, and Aizawa noticed you weren't in the same open area anymore, cursing himself out for not paying better attention to you. Every thought coursing through his mind was only you, you, you.
He thought back to earlier, about the scared student who had to hold his hand in order to make it into the cave, about the student he had been training and worrying about for so long.. Now, all his fears and worries were coming to life, much to his horror.
Aizawa heard you scream again and followed where it was coming from, giving a quick signal to Shinso to follow. He ran behind one of the turns and came across a sight that would most likely burn into his head for a long time.
He saw a man crushing a large rock into your mask, and knew that once the mask was gone then that would be your skull. Rage filled his mind, and he saw nothing but red as he lunged his scarf at the man with more violence than needed.
Aizawa completely wrapped the man in his scarf and swung him into the cave walls with crushing force, before tugging the man towards him and landing a solid punch directly to his face then harshly kneeing him in the gut. The man was beyond unconscious after this, and the largest glowing mushrooms atop his head had fallen off in combat while the smaller ones were still clinging to him. His nose was definitely broken, and Aizawa was sure he might've accidentally broken his ankle when swinging him, but he didn't care as he believed it was well deserved.
Wasting no time, Shinso ran over to you after the man was taken down, and Aizawa joined him. Aizawa pulled out his first-aid kit, wiping down and bandaging a deep gash across your arm, and pulled out a smaller temporary respiratory mask, replacing the mangled one immediately.
You were conscious at least, but you were still stuck in a state of shock, not comprehending what was happening. Shinso laid your head in his lap as Aizawa cleaned a cut on your head, wiping some tears as the medicine stung.
"You did good, kid. You did so very good. Let's get you out of here, okay? "
Aizawa looked to you for a response, worry filling his mind as he mentally beat himself for taking his eyes off of you. It wouldn't happen again, ever.
"C'mon kid... I need a response.. something, even a nod.."
You were still trembling in Shinso's arms, but this time you attempted a nod, immediately regretting it as a burning pain shot through your head. Still, Aizawa got it and took it as a signal to get you two out of there. He wrapped the man up with extra rope that he had on hand so he could have his scarf back, and checked the lady for a pulse, relieved upon finding a steady one and minimal bruises.
He marked the coordinates of where the two were, and called the police so they can handle the rest. For now, Aizawa was only concerned about you, and carried you out with Shinso walking by his side.
The police quickly made their way to the coordinates given to them, and as Aizawa tended to you on the slope above the cave, Shinso let him know that he saw police officers arriving. They apprehended the man, and decided to send him to the hospital for treatment for his broken nose and ankle. As they were dragging him out of the cave, you noticed that his eyes weren't purple anymore, probably since he had a quirk cancelling bracelet on.
He was awake again, and this time he yelled in anger and desperation that he didn't do anything as the police tied him up for the hospital. It disgusted Aizawa, to have seen him try to murder his timid student right in front of him and then try to claim innocent.
Yes, Aizawa was used to villains and criminals doing this all the time, trying to say they didn't do something they very clearly did before, but this time was different since it was a direct attack on someone he cared about.
As you watched the man get taken away, you couldn't help but notice how heavy your eyelids seemed, as though they were weighted drapes trying to close. This was accompanied by a warm and painful throbbing that seemed to push against your skull, the adrenaline wearing off and letting all the pain you endured loose.
Eventually your world went dark, although you couldn't tell exactly when it did, as it just happened at some point in time. While asleep, you felt warm and fuzzy, as though the darkness surrounding you was a hug that enveloped you entirely in its kindness.
Simply drifting through the darkness, you let it's familiarity carry you wherever it wished without care. The edges of your sleep began to fade, and as your slumber began to deteriorate you heard an unknown voice ring out from the vast darkness.
"Please... p-please.. I w-want to go home..."
It was an unfamiliar voice, one that sounded timid and scared, and upon hearing you wanted nothing more than to help whoever was attached to it.
As you turned and tried to reach out your hand to help, the final borders of your sleep wore off and you woke up.
Blinking open your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the light. When you passed out it was still pitch black. The light was muted and soft on the eyes, coming from a single window to your left that was covered with curtains.
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Your brain was still rather foggy from waking up, and your whole body ached from overwork and the attack.
Right... The attack...
You started remembering things little by little, struggling a bit extra for some reason as your mind was refusing to cooperate with you. Blinking a bit more, you looked around to distract yourself from the pain, nearly jumping out of bed upon seeing Aizawa's sleeping form sitting in an uncomfortable-looking chair that was placed right next to your bed.
Seeing all the machines in between you two and the white walls, you decided that you must be in a hospital or at least something similar. Looking down, you realized that you were in a hospital, as instead of seeing your hero outfit you saw it was replaced by mint green hospital gown.
Now that you knew you were in a hospital, you started to wonder why you were there. Was it the hit to the head you took? The gash on your arm? You hadn't the slightest clue.
"Oh, you're awake now?" Startled, you turned around upon hearing Aizawa's classic fatigued voice, and saw that he was awake- albeit looking a little tired (since when had Aizawa ever looked completely awake?).
"How're you feeling, kid? That was a nasty hit you took.." Aizawa gestured towards your head with his eyes, and you felt around your head in confusion, wincing when your hand came in contact with the bandages that were wrapped around your still sore wound.
"Maybe.. don't touch it.", Aizawa offered, gently grabbing your hand to lead it away from your wound. "It's still healing, but Recovery Girl can come over and speed it up for you."
Feeling a little nauseous and sore, you still asked "how long have I been asleep?"
"You passed out in my arms last night. You were brought over to this hospital by ambulance, and I rode with you to make sure you be okay. I guess I fell asleep alongside you."
Looking at nothing in particular, you squinted your eyes at the blank white sheets in front of you, pain beginning to rush through your system just as it had done the night before.
"You need me to get a nurse?"
You simply shook your head a little, the warm throbbing degrading your thought processing from taking place, the only thought in the head being that you wanted nothing but the pain to go away.
Soon enough, a nurse came by and administered you some pain medication and the pain was quickly soothed away, finally allowing you to rest.
Sighing in content, you leaned back in your bed, body and mind still exhausted from the weeks of intense training and the attack on the mission.
A knock brought both of your attention to the door, and a nurse opened the door to allow Shinso in, shutting it once he was fully in the room.
He walked over to where you were laying, you having went back to closing your eyes after seeing who it was due to the fatigue taking control of your worn-out body. You heard him sigh and some rustling as well.
Curious, you opened your eyes the best you could to see Shinso reaching into his backpack and bringing out a plastic bag that looked like the one you'd get from a convenience store, before wearily placing it on the table next to your bed.
It seemed that Shinso was just as tired as you were, the mission having taken up most of his energy and worry taking up his night as well, making it a fight just to get to the hospital to check up on you.
"I thought I told you to stay home for the day, why're you here?" Aizawa asked Shinso, with no real bite to his tone.
"I wanted to check up on them... Also got some snacks for while they're here.." Shinso replied while motioning to you laying in your hospital bed, fatigue and exhaustion resonating through his voice. As you looked at him it seemed as though he was struggling to purely stand up, swaying lightly from side to side.
Aizawa huffed out a bit, "you're exhausted, kid. You can talk a bit but I'm sending you home right after, okay?"
Upon receiving a curt nod from Shinso, Aizawa excused himself so he could go get a coffee from the vending machine down the hall, still tired himself.
So many worries flew across his mind, what was supposed to be a simple learning mission turned into an unpredicted attack and with one of his students ending up in the hospital, even though they were under his watch.
Aizawa had checked with the police to see if they got any info out of the suspect, but they just reported he was stubborn and denied everything that was asked of him. Regardless, he was put in prison after a quick trial deemed him guilty. Although... Aizawa couldn't help but believe that the mission went a little too fast, that it was almost a little too easy (minus your condition).
Upon making his way back to your hospital room, he noticed you and Shinso both fast asleep, with you slouching down from where you previously sat, and Shinso who was seated on the only chair that Aizawa had been sitting on earlier, resting his head in your lap on his crossed arms.
Chuckling to himself, Aizawa went over to the window and peeked out over the city for a second, just for the view, before going over the small couch that sat in front of your hospital bed, folding his arms and resting similar to the two of you.
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After that, Recovery Girl made her way to the hospital that you were situated at and used her quirk on you to speed up your healing. After another day of rest, you were finally released from the hospital at the end of the same day you were healed.
Although it was the end of the weekend and school was to start the next day, Aizawa instructed you to stay at the dorms and rest until you felt fine enough to go back to school. With all the rest and recovery you had gotten to do in the hospital, you attempted to head to class as soon as the week started. However, you were promptly stopped by Shinso, who had been sent by Aizawa to make sure you stayed and rested for at least a day, especially since it'd be beneficial for Shinso to stay for a rest day as well to get his energy back up.
"Look, I don't want to be here, either."
Shinso had told you while you crossed your arms and refused to look at him, slightly bitter that your friend would go against you. You didn't mean anything serious as it was all mainly for show, and Shinso knew this, it showed by the smirk that he had on his face.
"Then why're you here? Why bother stopping me?" You rebutted.
He just smiled further, leaning back into the common room's couch cushions as he answered.
" 'Cause... First of all; I'm tired as hell, there's no way I'd make it through a school day, even if I wanted to or not."
Looking over at you this time, he continued.
"And second; free day. Even better that it's Aizawa Sensei that gave it to us, he rarely does stuff like that. "
You grumbled, but didn't argue back as you had nothing to state. You supposed he was right, but still, you wanted to be back in class.
After waiting patiently, your perseverance was rewarded with finally being able to go back to school again, and you were a little relived that things were finally getting back to normal.
You went through your day like normal, going to classes, doing your work, eating lunch, talking with your little friend group, and so on.
Only, something felt... Off.
You couldn't put your finger on it no matter how hard you tried to trace where the source of the feeling was coming from, but you knew it was there.
It started the same day you were allowed to go back to school, now at night, as you and Tokoyami did the dishes for your classmates, Mina trying out one of her "foolproof" dishes of hers in the background. It was a calm, quiet night, one that normally was something you'd look back on to calm yourself when doing something nerve-wracking.
That's when you heard it.
"ple-please... light... I can-cant't take it anymore..any-anymore.. "
Startled, you paused your washing and looked around at your friends to see if anyone had said anything. You just saw Mina whining over her spilled food, Iida helping out Ojiro with his notes, Denki and Sero playing a racing game in the common room... Everything looked fine, but you couldn't shake off what you had heard.
"Everything alright? You look a little pale.", Your friend, Tokoyami stated, now also having paused his washing to look at you with concern. He had seen you stop washing and swivel around without warning, eyes darting around your classmates rapidly- liked a crazed animal.
"O-oh, yeah, I'm just feeling a little tired. I-I think I should head to bed soon.", you lied. You didn't know how to tell Tokoyami your concerns without sounding like a maniac.
He looked at you once again, not fully believing you, still giving you a polite nod regardless as you caught on to his disbelief.
"Well... You had better rest up then. Have a nice night.."
You gave a nod of understanding as you caught on to his doubt, and went to the elevator to go up to your room. As you watched the doors close, you suddenly felt a chill going up your spine, and tremors shook your body. You couldn't for the life of you find out what was wrong. Cold chills wracked your body, climbing from your fingers and toes up to your torso and eventually claiming the rest of your body, and nausea made itself known even though you knew you hadn't eaten anything odd.
Paranoia began to claw at your thoughts. Was it an infection from the wound on your head? Or the one on your arm? Did you overwork yourself, should you have stayed at the dorms for another rest day?
As these thoughts and worries began to distract you and cause you extra anxiety, you were caught off guard by another voice again. This time it caused you to completely black out as it spoke, and your mind seemed to fill with fog.
"I... can't... breath... I-I don't... I can't... I n-need to... to..."
To?
"My-my... daughter... please...she's sick..."
You don't have a daughter though, so who is this?
"I'm sorry I ... couldn't help... I-I'm sorry I.. l-lost..."
Who lost? What'd they lose?
"I... I-I wanna... go home..."
...
So many crying, broken voices tore their way into your mind. Drilling through the little cracks they caused, they ripped apart your very being with their sorrow, all the voices blending together to create a somber harmony of the broken that cried for their freedom, that grieved for their losses, that worried for their loved ones.
It hurt, hearing these voices cry out and plead for help, just as you had done when you got caught up in the attack. These were the kind of voices that had nothing to offer, but everything to lose. The kind to cry out when pushed into something they didn't wish to be a part of. The kind that was actively losing their energy, but still begged in hopes of getting a response.
And you wanted to be that response. But you couldn't move, your body was frozen in place as the voices begged for action, and you were chained in place of you subconscious as they each bombarded you with their melancholy and pain.
You don't know when, eventually the voices stopped when you felt a tapping sensation on your head. Finally being able to open your eyes, you were relieved to be in control of your own body again. You met eyes with a worried Shinso who was standing in front of you, and you realized that you had at one point gotten off the elevator on your floor right before zoning out. He was shaking you slightly, left hand holding your shoulder, the right gently tapping your head.
Once you moved your eyes, Shinso let out a sigh, his panic alleviated now that you were back again. You turned to him, still a little foggy about what had just happened.
"Geez!... What on Earth were you daydreaming about?! You were standing there for like a solid 10 minutes, not moving an inch." He was exhausted and exasperated, confused as to why you weren't acting yourself.
You felt frozen all around, but still worked up enough energy to force yourself to muster a simple yet stiff "sorry.."
Shinso rubbed the back of his neck, still a bit freaked out, but now feeling a little guilty over his freakout once your pathetic response hit him. "It was kinda freaky if I'm being honest .. but I'm glad your back. Just, don't pull that again, okay?"
You attempted to give a nod, but seeing how stiff and frozen you felt it was barely noticable. Shinso noticed something off with you, and his suspicion rose again at your weird behavior.
"Something wrong? You're not really acting yourself.."
For some reason, the fog in your brain clouded the thought of telling Shinso about the weird event that had just taken place, and you only recited what you had told Tokoyami earlier, before stiffly walking off to your room.
He knew something was wrong, but Shinso decided to chalk it up to just you being anxious after the attack, as HoundDog had told him that students normally act odd for awhile after their first missions and attacks, as they're still preparing themselves and aren't used to the daily amounts of stress that heroes typically go through. As much as his inner conscious screamed at him to not ignore it, Shinso didn't want to make matters worse by trying to fix something he knew almost nothing about, so he decided to let you have your own space for some time.
That night you struggled to grasp even the tiniest threads of sleep, an intense battle between mind and body. Your head grew foggier with time, and you would constantly switch between feeling cold and numb to hot and burning. Not a single scrap of peace and recollection graced you with its presence, no matter how much you fought to collect it.
You were always in a state of motion, flipping and floundering in your bed, trying to make yourself comfortable enough so you could possibly go to sleep. As more time passed your mental state began to crumble, coherent thoughts and logical beliefs disappearing as the heavy fog claimed more and more of your mind. Until eventually you were just a cold, empty-headed version of yourself, still confused and now scared for what small remains of your mentality remained.
You made a silent promise to yourself that you would definitely get Aizawa's help in the morning, as you eventually passed out from sheer exhaustion.
The morning sunlight that hit your eyes and the singing of birds that met your ears seemed a little... too calm. At least when compared to what you went through last night. Speaking of, as much as you tried to remember everything that went on last night it just wouldn't come to you. You fought and struggled, eventually going out with a sigh before you went to get ready for the day. Bits and pieces still clung to your memory, but you could only recall tiny fragments at a time. Still, you held onto those pieces with as much mental strength as you held so you could reassure yourself in the future.
Sitting in bed, you braced yourself when you slid out and stood up, only to become confused in the process when nothing came at you. No dizziness, or numbness, or heat flashes. Nothing. Well, nothing but the mind fog that still gripped your mind with an iron fist. It felt odd, because on one hand you felt great, no random back pains or headaches or morning fatigue, nothing. But that's the other hand, as you didn't feel yourself in the process. You moved simply because your muscle memory of your morning routine kept you going, and you felt as though you couldn't force a single new thought to appear in your own head.
For once, your mind was silent. Empty and vast, with little bits of your personality desperately holding on to what they can.
Of course your classmates noticed something was wrong, as you wouldn't just go silent on them so abruptly and without a meaning behind it. But, they understood your kind nature, and they understood that you most likely needed some time to yourself after the attack. Shinso could only describe the situation to the best of his ability, and even then, that was enough to invoke a sense of horror to your normally upbeat classmates.
And so that's why nobody said a thing. That's why not a word was said when you didn't fill in your notes during class, that's why nobody went to check on you when you didn't grab your lunch and instead sat at a table zoning out, and that's why nobody tried to interfere with you when you hadn't spoken a single word all day.
Except for a few, that is.
Shinso had gone up to you during lunch, and attempted to get you to eat.
Gently pushing his lunch tray so it was a little closer to you, he motioned for you to take something.
"You not hungry?.."
You sat there, eyes wide and soulless, and gave him nothing but a simple shrug before letting your shoulders sag down again. You wanted to say something, but you didn't know what. You couldn't know, it was like trying to come up with an answer in math class to a problem you couldn't solve. You hadn't even the slightest clue as to what to say, mind too heavy and foggy.
"C'mon..." He nudged you with his elbow, trying to cheer you up with a little smile of his. It quickly fell from a lack of response.
Sighing, he just scooted closer to you and ate his lunch in silence, getting increasingly worried about your abstract behavior.
After that, Present Mic tried to entertain a smile onto you after English class, telling some of his favorite jokes and stories, often laughing at himself (though it was mostly to try to help crack a smile out of you).
He just smiled a with a saddened expression in his eyes and patted you on the shoulder as you walked off to your next class, his smile dropping and turning to a gloomy sigh when you were out of view. Truly, he was worried when any of his students were down in the dumps or just plain sad, and it was a natural instinct of his for him to try to get them to cheer up again.
The whole day seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye for you, going from waking up to hearing the last bell ring for the day. You felt even foggier than normal and now it seemed as if your head was actually the same weight at a chunk of lead, struggling to stay awake, let alone keep up with everything going on.
Everyone filed out of the class, calmly chattering to their friends, while you still sat calmly at your desk. That's when you felt it. A similar snap that felt like the one from earlier when you were about to lose everything in the attack.
You knew you couldn't go on like this, and so you forced your way through the thick and heavy fog, standing up on wobbly legs and stiffly made your way to Aizawa's desk. It felt almost as if you could collapse any second, but you weren't going down without a fight.
You knew it had something to do with the cave. It felt like a puzzle left uncompleted, the photo never making itself known. Something somewhere was screaming in the depths of your head with all its might to go back to the cave. That the answer was there.
Aizawa looked up from the papers he was grading, noticing you stop next to his desk and just look at him with large, blank eyes. Aizawa's an observant man, of course he knew you weren't acting yourself. He was actually going to question you about it at the end of the day when he was finished with everything just to make sure nothing behind the scenes was going on. He understood the difference between being sick, being in shock, and then being whatever it is you were dealing with. But, to his surprise, you beat him to it.
"I...", You started, voice timid and airy, a stark contrast to how it normally was. You grew frustrated, not realizing why it was so difficult to get your words out. It was like trying to run underwater, as if you were forcing yourself though something thick and vicious holding you back, forcing you to struggle against it. How did it get to this?
You met eyes with Aizawa, and instantly you knew that he somehow understood. He may not have known what was going on exactly, but somehow he understood you were struggling with your words, with your mind and so on.
"I... ", You started again. "I... feel.. funny. " After a quick pause, and a nod from Aizawa, you continued. "The... Cave. We need... To go again..." This time his eyes widened slightly, and you knew you probably caught him in surprise with that.
"The cave?" He asked, voice gentle on comparison to his stern monotonous tone that he normally uses with everyone that. "Why? To check again?"
"Yes... The... Cave. The cave. I can't- just... please..."
That's all you could muster, all the energy seemingly evaporating right from you. Nothing more would come out no matter how much you fought, and so you just hoped that he agreed.
Aizawa looked down to the ground at nothing in particular, seemingly thinking about his decision. He looked around, then back at you before sighing and leaning back in his chair. The cave... Why'd you have to want to go back to the cave? There had to be a reason, you were terrified of it...
After much mental deliberation, Aizawa nodded his head a bit, looking back at you again, deciding on just trusting your word. You were an honorable student, you got good grades, were kind to everyone, and never really went out of your way to break the rules.
"The cave... Alright. " As much as the fog consumed your mind, you still had enough energy to have your eyes widen in surprise. "We'll go back, check and do some inspections, but I can't promise we'll find anything, kid. If we don't then we'll just have to call it a day, alright?"
Giving a stiff nod, your hope grew.
Later that night, Aizawa couldn't help but feel that something for horribly off with the whole situation. Nothing seemed to add up, and if anything it just made him ask more questions rather than answering any of the ones he had beforehand. He was worried, not only for him and his students, but also for you. Especially for you. He almost had half a mind to send you back to the dorms for more rest, but he noticed that during training you were at the top of your game, just as you always had been. He just realized that you must've been stuck in your mind all day, noticing your dazed looks during class and empty eyes during training.
Something didn't add up... It was nothing but a mess he wanted to be done with. But when it involved the safety and sanity of one of his students, he knew he had to get dirty to clean it up.
It was impulsive, but at that moment he felt that he had to go now. When you asked to check the cave again, he saw something in your eyes. Something like a ticking clock, counting down the inevitable moment something happens. Something that certainly wasn't good. A timer of sorts, he supposed. No... Aizawa felt that he was going insane over the whole thing. There was nothing to read in between the lines of something that didn't exist.
He had told you and Shinso that you would be going to the cave again for a check over in two nights, but nevertheless he still decided to change it to that night instead. The confusion wouldn't stop until he knew he wasn't crazy and wasn't worth worrying over nothing, so moving it earlier wouldn't hurt anything but your sleep schedules.
And so, that's how you found yourself walking alongside Shinso and Aizawa through the same forest that you all had done earlier. The same chopped up plants were there, luckily they hadn't had much time to grow again and block the path so you ask could walk without stumbling, and this time the walk was easier as you all knew what to expect now. The same tree stumps that stuck out and tripped your feet earlier were now skillfully avoided, the rabbits that would dart out in a blur no longer spooked you, and you all walked with more confidence in each step.
It was darker this time though, as last time the full moon was out and lit everything up, it now having disappeared behind the thick layer of clouds that filled the chilly night sky. The ground was still damp, and the air was cool against your already chilled skin, but you didn't notice either, as your full focus was simply trying to put one foot in front of the other, mind still heavy and clouded.
You were gripping onto Aizawa's jacket for support and so you wouldn't get lost, and he let you only under the fact that he was also concerned about you in your foggy state. As you walked through the forest, the you noticed that the voices head gotten louder. Each step lead to an increase in their cry, and as much as you hated hearing the horrible cruelty, it seemed to draw you in. Almost as if something was pulling you towards the direction... Each step made your mind foggier and your body colder despite the cool wind, and with each step it felt as though there was something tugging on your mind, trying to bring it down into something soft and warm.
It seemed so hard to resist, but you still continued your fight against the temptations through nothing but sheer will. The warmth was so kind and inviting to your frozen and stiff body, but you still attempted to tear away from the claws that tried to drag you down.
You don't know when, but during your internal battle you all had reached the cave in no time. What snapped you out was Aizawa placing a respiratory mask over your face for you, and you tried to reach your hand up to put it on yourself, only to panic as it didn't move despite your intentions.
This was unnoticed by both Aizawa and Shinso, and you didn't have much time to worry about it before the temptations came back and the struggle continued. Still fazed, you groggily grabbed Aizawa's hand before you all descended into the cave, and he looked over at you to make sure you were okay before you all stepped in, armed with your lights and masks.
"Listen because I'm not going to explain it twice; we're just here to double check everything. If something's wrong, let me know ASAP, and in case something really bad happens there's numerous of heroes patrolling around here that I can call for help"
Aizawa quickly explained as you all made your way through the dangerously familiar dark cave. The voices were practically screaming right next to your ears, so you missed what Aizawa said entirely. Nothing felt right. Everything spun in circles as you let go of Aizawa's hand, trying to make sense of what was going on.
"Alright, but is there anything specific we're looking for, or is it just anything at all?" Shinso questioned, also going alongside Aizawa when it came to wanting to find the reason behind your life behavior.
"No, nothing specific, just anything you happen to run into... " Aizawa answered, looking around to his side.
"Also, I want you to keep an eye on [Name], they've been really out of it lately, so we can't afford another attack."
Shinso's eyes widened. "I thought you were watching them.."
Aizawa's eyes shot open as he quickly spun around to where you were once standing behind him, now nowhere to be seen in the large, dark cave.
"Shit! I really am an idiot!" He exclaimed in worry as horrible memories of the first attack remained fresh in his mind.
Immediately turning back to Shinso, Aizawa shouted, "listen, you can look around but stay in the area! I'm going to look for her since she couldn't have gotten far. And please, for the love of god, don't wander off, and yell if you need anything!"
Aizawa was already running down the tunnels before he even finished his sentence, leaving Shinso to himself while Aizawa focused on finding you before you got you lost.
As he ran throughout the tunnels, something clicked on his head. Your hero in training tag. All students had one, and they all had trackers in case the student got lost or kidnapped during a mission. Perfect.
Thanking whatever higher beings that were out there, Aizawa practically ripped out his tracker from his pocket, seeing two different color dots on it, one for Shinso and one for you. He was so focused on finding you that Aizawa didn't notice Shinso's blinking dot rapidly chasing after him.
Looking up, Aizawa was initially relieved when it said you were just around the corner, but it quickly dropped and turned to alarm when he actually saw you.
Unconscious and mask ripped off and broken into pieces on the ground next to you, Aizawa couldn't help but panic and his senses all heightened as he looked you over. However, that was the least of his concerns. What he really was focusing on was the glowing purple mushrooms that clung to your head, glowing with a beat that seemed to match the pulse of your heart.
Nausea made its way to his system, but Aizawa remained stone faced as he tensed himself for attack.
Crack
A cracking of something behind him gave him all he needed before turning around only to come face-to-face with another person, glowing mushrooms also growing atop their head. It looked like an average man you'd see walking the streets, having on nothing but a tattered white T-shirt with blue basketball shorts and one sandal, the other seemingly missing. His eyes glowed a hazy purple, but Aizawa's heart dropped as he looked behind the man.
There were more of them. Lots of them, all average-looking people with glowing eyes and mushrooms on their head. His heart dropped even further and his blood ran cold as Aizawa realized that these were all the missing people, and that they couldn't have been coincidentally waiting there for him at that exact moment. Then it hit him.
It was a trap.
Mine fully alert and panic now fueling his legs, he promised himself that he'd come back for you as he side-jumped onto the wall and over the crowd that was grabbing and lunging at every bit of him. Aizawa cursed, as he had to leave his scarf back at the dorms due to the tight tunnels.
He dashed through the thin tunnels, throwing himself around as he searched for Shinso to make sure was was okay. Feeling a hand grab his shoulder, he ripped it off of him and swung them from behind, slamming them into the ground without as much force as Aizawa had liked due to his panic.
Shinso wheezed, hitting the ground hard with a thud, landing on his back.
"Kid! You know you can't surprise me like that! I thought I told you!" Aizawa growled a bit, although his tone didn't match his elated expression.
He pulled Shinso back up with ease, the boy in turn staggering a bit after the hard hit, but stabilizing quickly after from having taken many similar hits during training.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything. It's just, I was looking for you because I think I found something." Shinso was still out of breath, but he breathed and then started again. "I think we fell for a trap!"
Aizawa turned behind him and Shinso followed, a look mixed of fear and surprise on his face as they both saw the huge crowd of mushroom people chasing after them.
Aizawa pushed Shinso in front of him, giving him the single command that beared the weight of their lives: run.
With that being said, the duo stormed out of there, there being just too many to fight. Swerving left and right to dodge the incoming attacks, they took turns with one leading and the other pushing back the hoard. The tunnels grew wider as they pushed on, and it seemed the entrance was coming up, but they were once again ambushed.
Coming from the other side of the cave, another hoard came barging in and blocked the way, crushing their hopes of getting out of there. But what shocked them most of all was seeing you among the group. Your eyes were a little lighter purple than the others, but you still had the all too common mushrooms clinging onto your head just as well.
Shinso could only look at in shock, refusing to look into your terrible empty eyes where there should've had their original shine to them. It was awful, really. The dead weight settling into their stomachs as they were blocked from all around. The absolute loss of any hope of escaping. The snuffed flame of their still disappearing predictions and being replaced with a sense of hopelessness as they realized that soon they'd be a part of that crowd.
Aizawa was still, a single thought in his head.
"Shinso... This is my fault. I should've done a better job at looking out for the both of you. Now, because of me one of you is gone and the other is soon to be the same.."
Shinso shook his head, tears of frustration growing in his eyes as he refused to admit defeat.
"It's not your fault! None of this is... It's someone else's doing! You did all you could, right?! You called for help and we still ended up like this! We tried, we got this far, we can't give-"
Aizawa cut him off, a heavy expression gnawing at his features as a shadow covered his face.
"No, I haven't done all I can yet. I'm going to get you out of here, whether that be at my expense or not."
Shinso shook his head at his teacher's words, still denying the fate that awaited them. In an act of desperation and anger, he looked to all the empty-eyed people, shouting at them while trying to use his quirk so he could have something, anything.
"You can hear me, right?!" The empty faces didn't flinch.
"What do you want from us?! What could you possibly gain from taking my friend away?!" He cried out, fear and desperation now beginning to settle on his mind as the crowd looked at him while getting closer, empty and stiff.
"GIVE THEM BACK!" Shinso yelled out one last time in a fit of rage while looking at your blank face, sparking you to lunge at him without warning.
It felt as though time was frozen again. The air felt thick and jellylike as your cold fingers grasped the edges of Shinso's mask, purple eyes mirroring his as he could only look in shock.
Without a single moment of hesitation, Aizawa launched himself in-between you and Shinso instead, and you took the bait, hands clawing at his face and tearing the mask off him instead, scratching him in the process.
It was over for Aizawa now. He knew that. He inhaled the spores, now he lost the game, and it was only a matter of time. A matter of time.
Time...That's right. The clock was still ticking, he had time.
Without sparring so much as a single second, he grabbed your collar and pushed you out of the way without any harm, and quickly did the same to all the grasping hands that ached to infect the fresh faces. Grabbing Shinso by the arm, Aizawa led him through the crowd without much care for himself now that his cards have been dealt. These were regular people, people who never trained a day in their life besides maybe going to the gym, people who never thought of fights and violence, but rather just living their lives. Aizawa was a trained and hardened pro, he understood he had a good hand dealt to him.
But there was power in numbers, that was certainly true. He never understood a saying more than that one as he struggled to guide Shinso out to safety, using himself as a human shield against the hands that aimed to infect. Time was ticking...
It was a sea of people, pushing and shoving at all sides around. Purple eyes and glowing mushrooms crowded the tunnels, and Aizawa could only hope the entrance was near. It was hard to tell because as he pushed through the people would only follow.
With Aizawa giving one last shove that ended with a couple people falling to the ground, Shinso pointed out an opening that Aizawa practically threw them both into. There was no sigh of relief, because the crowd surged forward, catching them both off guard with the unpredictable mass movements.
A million hungry hands reached in their direction, like a wave of flesh coming to crash down upon them. The constant loss of hope and fear of infection was beginning to get exhausting.
Aizawa's muscles were sore and burned with white hot agony, but he still needed to give his all while he still could. Before he eventually would join the crowd. It was the least he could do, ensure that at least one of you three made it out and spread the word.
Purple eyes, glowing mushrooms, a million hands... It all seemed inescapable...
"BANG!"
A sudden sound shot through the air, and the man closest to the two immediately crumpled to the ground as red flew through the air from his ankle. A few more shots were heard and an opening was made wide enough for the duo to pass through as several more people crumpled to the ground like the first.
Aizawa led Shinso, and they found standing at the entrance of the cave the hope that they had been losing all night. Because there stood a large group of a random assortment of heroes that came to their aid. And finally, the thought of loss was lifted from their minds.
They made their way out, still tense as the battle was far from over. The infected had followed Shinso and Aizawa all the way outside, and now in a grassy opening in the dimly lit forest, a battle was being held by the heroes in an attempt to restrain as many people as they could.
As Snipe ran over to check on Shinso (the only student there), Aizawa collapsed, weak and without any energy due to the fight and the spores that were quickly taking over from how long he was breathing them in.
He rushed to check on Aizawa after finding Shinso to be okay, but Snipe and Shinso both panicked when a hero next to them also collapsed, along with another further away, and then two more to the opposite side.
As more and more heroes collapsed, most having coughing fits, Aizawa came to a dreadful realization. Each hero that collapsed didn't have some kind of mask, while the few left to help did. And he understood.
That they were fighting a losing battle.
Because of his mistake. Again, he ruined more and more with his recklessness.
Hero after hero collapsed, some catching on to the pattern and masking early, others catching on too late and falling to the ground in a coughing fit while they attempted to protect themselves with pieces of cloth from their costumes or spare masks they had on hand.
It was an appalling sight, to see the empty eyed win so easily by simply existing, while the heroes that had trained for so long and hard lost while fighting with all they had in them.
So few were left standing as the sun's rays began to peak overhead, a painful irony that life kept going despite the losses and wins of those that lived it. Everyone that could move called in for more backup while trying to help the fallen and also attempted to restrain weak alongside all that. It was too much for too little people.
Things only kept getting messier as Aizawa had kept trying to fix it, and now he wasn't the only one paying the price, but also many, many others were as well. Aizawa refused to give in to the infection until he had fixed what he had done. It was the least he could do.
However, something took a turn. As the sun rose, everyone who was infected lost their mushrooms and thus they got their mind back once the sunlight reached them. This was only discovered as an infected woman who was pushing back a struggling and weak hero suddenly went still before falling to the floor, unconscious.
Once this was discovered, those that still had the energy and their abilities led or pushed the infected people into the spots where the sun shone, causing the tables to turn in the battle with the newfound information. Better yet, those that were fighting the infection had it removed from their system as soon as the sun met their head.
Aizawa attempted to stand after the sun sunlight reached his body, but he had to quickly catch himself as his knees almost buckled, and he found that although he was no longer infected, he was still dealing with the after effects such as what he was dealing with currently; all his energy seemed to have seeped straight out of him, leaving him weak and vulnerable.
Still, he fought the exhaustion and forced his legs to stand. He had to find you, wherever you were. He knew you were outside, and he knew Snipe was watching Shinso. Goodness, he just hoped you were okay. After looking around through the chaos and clumps of people, Aizawa finally spotted you, unfortunately hiding away under the shade of the trees and still very much infected.
There were almost no infected people left, and so most heroes turned to you upon noticing this. However, everything went still and silent upon noticing a large shadowy figure standing behind you. The figure stepped out and into the light, causing several gasps as people finally got a look at who was behind this whole thing.
It was a lady who had long dark hair and was covered all over in different kinds of mushrooms. She had a horrible expression on her rotting face, and it was discovered that the mushrooms were growing only where she was decaying. Aizawa felt no fear when he saw this lady, only pure, unadulterated, rage. He had no clue who this lady was, only that she was the one responsible for this whole mess, and that she currently was the one controlling you right in front of Aizawa.
It was quickly discovered that her control was stronger when there were less people being controlled, and as you were the last one, that meant you were at her bidding no matter what it was, sunlight or not.
She looked over to Shinso and scowled upon seeing him fine and untouched.
"I recall earlier... You were asking what I could possibly gain by taking your friend from you?... " She spoke to Shinso, who wasn't that far away from her. Her voice was deep and raspy, and as a result it barely understandable, but it still resonated with everyone around. All was still and everyone was silent and on edge as she was basically holding not only a student hostage, but also everyone around as she had complete control over you and now your quirk as well.
Shinso shot a sharp glare at the lady. Seeing an actual villain with a quirk similar to his... All the bullying and relentless stereotypes that were forced onto him growing up... It was all because of people like her...
And now she was holding his friend under her control. He couldn't stand the sight. Unheroic thoughts plagued his mind at the moment, as he couldn't help but feel a deep seated rage beginning to boil in him. But he was stuck. He couldn't move and risk you getting hurt, or anyone else either.
Aizawa watched the interaction, wondering if he could sneak in with using his quirk and end the whole thing. Some heroes around him caught on to this while still staying silent.
"I'd like to know!" A man, a new and young hero stated from far away, a telepath spreading the message.
"You're nothing but evil, using innocent people to your bidding! Doesn't it make you sick? To act in such a manner?" He declared confidently.
"Nice try. " She simply stated, eyes slanted and an expression that was tainted with an evil sense of joy and merriment. Everyone froze as she turned and looked Aizawa straight in the eye.
"I can hear all of your little friend's thoughts. Erasure? Sorry, but that won't stop my spores..."
She looked at Aizawa with a gloating expression that was mixed with her own rage.
"How does it feel?!" She exclaimed, causing the alert heroes to tense.
"To have lost control of those that you love?!" She asked, and at that moment Aizawa noticed that the victims weren't chosen at random. They each were related to a hero somehow, but weren't directly one themselves. This was an attack on the heroes the whole time. From the inside out...
All over, many heroes were still weak and recovering from the infection, and those that were masked had little energy left from being the sole protectors and fighters. She knew what she was doing this whole time.
"Lemme tell you this... When my friend was sick and dying from a burglar's quirk, did any hero come to save her day?" No one spoke a word.
"No. And so all was up to me... I didn't know... My quirk would just speed things up... I didn't know... " She looked down at her hands, trembling sightly as if she was still remembering the day she lost her closest friend.
"I know what it's like to lose control! To lose someone you love... But you heroes don't! You never did! You never attempted to help, you didn't even try to save her!" She shouted, voice growing more raspy with volume.
She grew quiet, and heroes all around looked at each other. No one had the energy left in them to fight anymore, and backup was still too far away. Aizawa looked up at you with worry, your eyes still empty and mushrooms still glowing atop your head. He needed to get you to safety.
"That's why...", She looked up, face now devoid of any earlier emotion, just like her puppets.
"I need to show you what it's like."
And with that, she raised her hand towards Aizawa, and in the blink of an eye, you were shooting forward at him.
His eyes grew in surprise, not predicting a direct attack being sent on him. He could barely stand, let alone fight. Shinso attempted to throw himself in your way, but you hardened you wings and closed them around yourself like a cocoon, before shooting them open again with enough force to send him flying.
Snipe, although reluctant to shoot one of his students, still knew what he had to do. Looking down, he saw he had two bullets left, enough for each ankle or arm if he could make it.
He aimed in between the crevice of your wings and shot once. The bullet sped through the air, but before it could reach you, it fell to the ground in between the two of you after a sharp "clink" was heard, and he realized it was your hardened feathers. He tried again but the same thing happened, and this time you sent a speeding feather at him, hitting his sleeve and pinning him to a tree with several more.
Following this, Aizawa could only attempt to use his quirk as you expanded your metal wings, them glowing a beautiful pure white that radiated a deadly beauty. It did nothing, but he stayed strong and held on as he watched you raise several fatal feathers in the air.
He closed his eyes awaiting a sharp pain, but never felt anything. Aizawa tensed, and opened his eyes upon hearing a vulgar curse coming from the mushroom lady who once stood triumphantly, now clutching her bleeding arm and abdomen.
He saw you, also clutching your bleeding head, standing tall and no longer infected.
You turned to him, eyes now their original color and mushrooms gone from your hair, and gave him a large, joyful smile. He could only stay frozen in surprise, but before he could say anything you turned back to the lady who was attempting to escape.
She brushed her hands on the trees in an attempt to colonize more of her mushrooms, but it was too bright for them to grow and they could only get to about a hair's width before shrivelling and dying. It was pointless for her to do, and you steeled your wings once again and sent out more feathers at her departing figure. She got hit in the backs of her knees, her Achilles tendons, and the back of the neck before getting pinned and retained by surrounding heroes after she crumpled.
While that was going on, Aizawa forced his burning muscles to cooperate and limped over to you, and when you noticed you ran over to him to meet him halfway. Shinso jogged over to the two of you as well, disappointed in himself for not configuring l contributing more, but relieved you were okay.
Aizawa grabbed you before your could speak and just held you in a tight hug for a solid second of silence, to which you didn't mind. After letting go, he had to ask, "how?"
You chuckled a bit, knowing exactly what he was asking.
"Your quirk helped snap me out for just enough time to send one my feathers at my head which helped to give me more time free from her control which I used to send at her ". You rubbed the back of your neck, not used to all the attention. "I guess her quirk lost control when I hit her. I can't explain it, though. I suppose I just got lucky.."
After that, several ambulances and an armored criminal hospital truck showed up, and everyone got a check up. Those in the worst conditions were given first treatment, and you were one of these people with the opened wound on your head. Shinso was alongside you, as he broke his right wrist when he got flung by your wings, but other than that, the two of you were okay. Aizawa didn't have any major injury, but was still given plenty of pain relief and sent on his way.
The whole event had involved so many people that it got put in the news. That's an understatement, it was all over the news. Your classmates thought it was the coolest thing, and were glad you ended up being okay.
The cave was inspected by a team of crime-scene containment and contamination experts, and they were able to remove every single trace of the lady's quirk, down to the smallest spore. Still, the cave was filled so no one would be able to go in it ever again.
The man accused earlier was apparently the first to be controlled, and he was sent as bait for the heroes so they'd lose track of her. He was given a formal apology of the court and proper payment for the whole incident. The innocent victims were also given payments as well, and they were hospitalized and sent under a strict quarantine for a month. This was too ensure that no missed spores had the chance to grow and spread.
Since you and Aizawa were infected at some point, you both were put under quarantine as well, although you simply weren't allowed to leave the dorms for a month, however your classmates happily entertained you (much to Aizawa's dismay).
During that month, you and Aizawa got to learn a lot about each other, and it drastically boosted your confidence when it came to fighting. Aizawa was glad for your successes, and he definitely looked forward to seeing you grow up.
Shinso wasn't placed under mandatory quarantine, so he was able to go back to school when he was finished resting (properly). Although he was a bit jealous that you got a whole month to yourself.
The mushroom lady was healed by prison doctors and sent over to Tartarus where she'd stay permanently with all the other villains. Since she had a powerful quirk if used right, she had to have a constant surveillance and checks to make sure her quirk cancelling bracelet was working properly.
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Some time had passed since the incident, and before you knew it you were starting your second year of upper secondary school (highschool) with your classmates.
It was the first day of school, and waiting for you and Shinso at the gates was none other than Aizawa no himself. He saw your expression and chuckled a bit, asking "Nervous?".
You shrugged your shoulders. You weren't scared like you always were in the past, but you didn't know what the future was going to hold. It was out of your control.
And so Aizawa did something he had only done once before. He offered you his hand.
Smiling, you accepted it and all three of you walked together, beginning another year.
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A/N:
Ahh! That took so long! But I enjoyed writing it very much!
(🎀ơ ᎑ ơ)
This is to make up for the small breaks I've been taking (I apologize for that, exams are here, I've been looking for a job, and my mental health hasn't been the best..)
NOTE: I don't think I specified this, but the voices reader heard was due to the mushroom lady's quirk, which created a sort of hive mind. That's also how she was able to read your mind when infected.
One last thing, please request if you want! I don't judge, and I promise I see them all! I just ask for patience is all ꒰˶ฅ̀•ᗜ•ฅ́˶꒱おけ〇
Thank you for being here, I hope you have a fantastic day!
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Reblogs and any feedback are very much appreciated! (Seriously, it's the only thing keeping me going sometimes)
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— DAY 19 ; STUDYING my hero academia x reader
ft. katsuki bakugo, hitoshi shinso, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirshima, shoto todoroki
a/n. SORRY, i am late once again😭
KINK/FLUFFTOBER
❦ katsuki would as always lose his shit, he’d yell stuff like “FOR THE LAST TIME, YOU HAVE TO MULTIPLY AND NOT FUCKING ADD” but all of that yelling is a helpful because you can be sure that your grades will get higher with his help.
❦ hitoshi is patient, he will repeat his explanations in many different ways until you understand, he loves the idea of helping you and loves making you happy.
❦ izuku would explain you everything from a to z, his explanations would get unnecessarily long but they would still help you out a lot. watch your grades grow high very fast with his help.
❦ eijiro also suck at studying, therefore you’d be just helping out each other. he’d apologize for being dumb and say it’s not very manly of him, someone give this manly man a hug
❦ shoto would do his own work and help you out when you ask him. he would stay in his bubble, but wouldn’t mind you hugging him or something while studying.
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Just a little something for @suyacho's birthday today. Happy birthday, bby!
Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!reader
Word count: 620 words (sorry it's not more, bby - motivation has been a fickle bitch lately)
Warnings: just fluff, pro-hero Shinsou, all characters over 18 and must be 18 or older to interact!
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A book rests on your chest, the previous silence destroyed by the clinging of keys and the turning of a lock. Placing your finger in your book to keep your spot, you look up just as you see a familiar head of lavender walk through the door of your shared apartment. Boots clunk on the floor before he kicks the door shut, dropping his bag next to the door in the entryway.
Purple eyes meet yours before he undoes his white boots and undoes his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a clack next to his boots before his gauntlets, his Artificial Vocal Chords mask, and binding cloth joining them. Running his hand over his face, a long groan falls from his lips.
“Long day?” comes from your lips as you sit up to look at him better.
Giving you a tired smile, he walks over to you and pulls your book from your hands, dropping it onto the coffee table, “you have no idea.”
“My spot!” You whine, leaning forward to try grab your book before the air leaves your chest, the previous empty space now filled by your partner as he puts his weight on you. “Oof!”
“I’ll help ya find it later. Just need to be in my darling’s arms right now,” he lifts up slightly, resting on his forearms to peer down at you. “Sorry. You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Come on back, you big, needy, teddy bear.”
Rolling his eyes, he flicks your forehead, watching as you scrunch your eyes and wrinkle your nose in response before you speak, “if you’re gonna be a jerk, I can just kick you off and push you to floor, instead.”
His laugh rumbles in his chest, vibrating yours at the same time before lowering his chest against you again. His feet hang off the couch as he lowers himself, resting his head on your chest and letting out a content sigh, “you’re my favorite pillow, you know?”
“Yeah, I know. You do frequently lay on me like this, regardless of what I’m doing at the moment. Like reading,” comes your pointed response, your hands run through his hair, nails raking his scalp lightly.
Another groan – this one of content and pleasure – falls from his lips again, “that feels amazing. Just what I needed, too.”
Smiling softly, you continue your motions, enjoying the silence of chirping birds outside mixed with your and Shinsou’s breaths. He presses a kiss to your chest, right above your heart, soft sunlight streaming in through the curtains. Your chest rises and falls as your hands move through his messy, purple locks.
“Read to me?” Shinsou’s deep voice interrupts the silence as he lifts his head to look at you.
“Well, I would, but my book is on the coffee table and I currently have a 6’1” pro-hero trapping me between him and the couch,” you say, a teasing lilt to your voice.
He rolls his eyes again, but grabs your book and looks for the crease in the spine, opening it for you, “this where you were at?”
Pulling the book from his hands, you look at the words on the page before nodding. He lays his head back on your chest, humming contentedly as your fingers move through his hair again. Resting the book on his shoulder, your voice fills the room, lulling him deeper and deeper into sleep.
Smiling softly as his snores fill the room, you drop the book to the floor and watch his peaceful face for a moment, “you work too hard sometimes. Rest up, baby.”
Closing your eyes, your fingers continue to play with his hair, enjoying the moment until your fingers still, sleep overtaking you.
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➹❥ AN: Hello! I'm back and here's a fic for Shinso! *runs away immediately to hide back in the shame box*
➹❥ Warnings: Manga Spoilers! Shinso x Fem Reader Soulmate fic. Angst. Not for those with the headcanon: Shinso is a cinnamon roll. LOL I kid. But seriously tho he's not nice in this.
➹❥ Summary: Just because you're soulmates doesn't mean everything will work out how it's supposed to.
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There aren’t a lot of things I regret about my life. But if there were one thing, it would be you. Soulmates were supposed to be our better half. The balm to the fucked up shit that happens in the world. They say the soul marks doesn’t make mistakes, but it did the day it made us soulmates. I wish I had never met you. You may be a pro hero, but in my eyes, you were a villain the day you stepped into my life. 
I was 15 years old when I was accepted into U.A. I was in the general course of U.A., not intending to be a pro hero. My quirk didn’t call for it. But even just graduating from U.A. could afford me many opportunities in the future, so my parents encouraged me to go for it. 
It would be in late March after my 16th birthday that a tabby cat and a tuxedo patterned cat in blackened ink appeared on my wrist. The two cats would chase each other until they got tired and slumped over. Finally, the tabby cat would nuzzle the other cat’s nose. Reenergized, the tuxedo cat would get up and begin the chase again. The inked tattoo of sorts would animate on repeat. I thought it was the cutest thing ever. Better than some of the soulmate connections I’ve heard about like sharing thoughts.
Hitoshi Shinso was a bit curious-looking with dark circles and crazy purple hair. Back then, I felt alleviated from panic, knowing that my soulmate was at least someone I knew. A fellow classmate. Not a stranger on the streets that I would have to start over from day one and hope to impress somehow. 
“Please take care of me,” I said to Shinso and bowed.
He bowed in return after an awkward pause and muttered, “Likewise.”
If I had known then that he was lying, I would have never had any expectations from him. Perhaps even resort to drastic methods like mutilating the mark that symbolized our bond. Because even that pain would have been bearable to the pain of knowing you were unwanted and unloved. 
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“S-shinso-san, I was wondering if you were busy Friday?” I asked nervously.
It’s been a while since we were revealed as soulmates, and there hadn’t been any meaningful progress between the two of us, and I was beginning to feel impatient. So I thought to make the first move and meet him outside of school to get to know him better. It had taken a lot to muster the courage to even ask, and I was a bundle of nerves despite hoping I could come off casual.
He paused, putting away worksheets in his bag, and looked at me. He examined me for a minute before replying, “Maybe. Why?”
“Oh, uh, I was wondering if you would like to grab a bite to eat with me. The café next to our school just opened up, and I’ve heard good things-”
“I can’t,” He interjected. “I have training with Aizawa-sensei.”
“Oh, right,” I tried not to look dejected. “Maybe next time then?”
“See ya,” he said, walking around me as I stood right in front of his desk.
I watched him leave longingly, wishing he would stay. “Bye..”
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I was so nervous. Shinso had finally agreed to walk home with me. I would ask earnestly whenever I could, and he was always busy for one reason or another. I completely understood because he was the only one of the general studies students applying to transfer to the hero courses. And I admired that and supported him wholeheartedly, which unfortunately meant that usually I wasn’t a priority. But it didn’t matter right now. 
I couldn’t contain my excited grin as he and I walked in silence. I kept glancing at him in the corner of my eye, hoping he would say something. 
“So, how is training-”
“Hey, Shinso!” a voice cut me off.
Startled, I turned around to see a blond boy waving at him with another red spikey-haired boy at his side. They casually walked up to us, and a pink-skinned girl was tailing along in the back. My eyes widened at their appearance. They were the kids from Class 1-A I remember seeing during the sports festival after I had been disqualified during the first round. 
“Oh, it’s you,” Shinso deadpanned. “What do you want?”
“Is that something you should say to a future classmate?” the blond with a black strip in his hair shook his head forlornly. It oddly resembled a bolt. I wonder if that was on purpose. 
“You sound confident I’ll make it,” Shinso replied casually. I looked at him, surprised. Of course, he was going to make it. With all the hard work he was putting in, he had to at least be confident in himself. 
“Dude, you’re working with Aizawa-sensei. Of course, you’re gonna get in,” Red cut in.
Was Aizawa-sensei the teacher who perpetually looked like he would keel over from exhaustion?
My head whipped back and forth with the conversation in confusion. 
“How is it?” the pink one also interrupted. “And how haven’t you dropped dead yet?”
“It’s not so bad,” Shinso shrugged. “You have to work hard, though.”
I looked at my soulmate in awe. I always knew there was something different about him, even before the revelation of us being soulmates. He was so determinedly laser-focused that it made me proud yet envious. 
“By the way, the gang is going to that new café everyone’s been raving about. Wanna come?” Blondie said.
I panicked; it took weeks for me to Shinso-san alone. I wanted this day to make some ground between the two of us finally. 
“Guys, maybe we shouldn't,” the pink girl said, looking at me pointedly. “I think we’re interrupting.”
I gave her a quick smile of relief, and she winked back at me in understanding. 
I could feel my soulmate’s eyes on me before he replied, “Oh, this is just a classmate, Y/N. She wouldn’t mind.”
He didn’t wait for my response and started walking away with the guys. My heart was pounding and I stood there, unable to move. The pink girl who had helped me out now looked at me with sympathy and seemed unsure before she turned around to follow the guys. 
The last thing I remember seeing was their backs as I hurried away, my vision becoming blurry with tears.
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This time everything was going to go fine. Or at least I was trying to convince myself. After the disaster of Shinso-san leaving me behind, I didn’t think I could muster the courage again. 
Somehow, things had fallen into place, and now I was waiting for my soulmate to show up for our date.
Well, not exactly a “date,” but we were hanging out by ourselves. Nothing school related was going to be discussed. No classmates to disturb us. It was just going him and me.
Alone. 
I took a deep breath, trying to subside the anxiousness that was bubbling up inside.
I had arrived 10 mins earlier than the time we agreed on, and Shinso-san hadn’t shown up yet, but I wasn’t too worried because Akihabara on the weekends was notoriously busy. I wouldn’t be surprised if Shinso-san were a few minutes late.
We agreed to meet and spend a few hours playing games at a nearby arcade. I wasn’t someone you would call a gamer per se, but I could go for a few rounds every now and then.
I consciously shuffled aside as a group of loud teen boys walked past. One of them eyed me in such a way that made me uncomfortable, so I fiddled with my smartphone and decided to shoot Shinso-san a text.
‘Hey I arrived a few mins early let me know when you get here.’ 
The text was sent with a familiar ding, and I stared at the screen for a minute hoping for an immediate reply. But when I didn’t get it, I put the phone back in my pocket with a huff.
I don’t know how long I watched people walk past, feeling melancholy. I reached into my pocket again for my phone to look at the time.
He was 15 minutes late. I took a breath, trying to relax. He probably took the train here and is on his way now. 
‘Shinso-san, did you take the train by chance? They’re running late today.’ Another text said.
30 minutes late.
A lone tear ran down my face. I quickly wiped it. Maybe his phone ran out of battery, and that's why he wasn’t responding to my texts. I pulled up his contact and pressed the green phone icon. I held up the phone with nervousness evident in my person. It rang multiple times before going to voicemail.
“Hey! I’m waiting outside of the arcade like we planned. Just call me back. Please.” 
I hung up and stuffed my hands in my pocket.
1 hour late.
He wasn’t coming. I should have known from the first text he wasn’t going to show up. But I tried so hard to believe that he would. That he wouldn’t be that kind of person. I gripped my hand tightly, the same one with the symbol of our bond. And for the first time since it had shown up, I felt contempt and misery. 
I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand. Only for more tears to take their place. I bit down on my fist to prevent the sobs from breaking out. I didn’t want to appear so vulnerable in front of strangers.
2 hours late.
I had waited. I don't know why but I did. I know I should have left a while ago. But I couldn’t bear to leave. I kept thinking, what if? What if he shows up? What if I was mistaken and he had been in trouble?
The tears had dried up, and now nothing but a fit of stoking anger in my stomach boiled as I left the arcade. My steps felt heavy but resolutely determined. I knew what I had to do now. 
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“Why do you want to talk?” Shinso asked as he swung his backpack over his shoulder.
The classroom was now empty, and I had asked him to stay behind.
I gave him a look, and he seemed taken aback by it as if he didn’t expect that from me.
“Why didn’t you show up on Saturday? We agreed that we would meet up at the arcade.”
Shinso rubbed his neck.
“If you had to cancel, all you had to do was reply to my texts or calls,” I said, getting louder and louder. “You didn’t have to leave me there standing for hours!” The anger poured out.
“And who asked you to do that?”
I flinched, hearing his deep voice that almost appeared to be bitter. 
“Why? Because we’re 'soulmates,' " he scoffed. “Do you know why I came to UA despite everything? It was so that I could make my dreams come true. And for that, I will do anything. I don’t have time for a soulmate. You’re looking for something in me that I’m not willing to give.”
“That’s not true-” I was cut off.
“It’s honestly creepy how you keep trying to make me go along with your fantasy.”
Shinso made his way to exit the classroom.
“I want to concentrate on being a pro hero, Y/N. And you need to respect that,” he said before closing the door on me.
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BOOM!
A nearby quirk I assumed went off, and the shockwaves from the quirk caused the apartment building my family and I resided in, to tremble.
The disaster sirens that usually went off during earthquakes and tsunamis in Japan started blaring into the night. Except for this time it wasn’t for a natural disaster but rather a war between pro heroes and villains.
“Oka-san and tou-san!’ I called when the building finally settled. “Are you okay?” 
I hid under a table in my room, which I dived under as soon as the sirens went off. I relaxed when I heard their answering call.
“Y/N, we should head down to the building basement and wait until it's safe.”
Well, as safe as it could get. Since the war started, casualties have become a new norm. Every now and then, we would hear about a friend’s dead loved one from so and so. 
I answered back in agreement and slowly started to crawl on my hands and knees from under the table. Just as I was about to stand up, I peeked at the inked soul mark on my hand. We hadn’t spoken in months. It’s the only way I knew Shinso was still alive. The last I heard about him was from my classmates about how he had gotten a license and was fighting amongst pro heroes. 
Despite myself, I had worried at first, but that became second nature to tepidly watching the war on the internet. 
I spied my sweater on the bed, grabbed and shrugged it on.
“Guys? I’m heading downstairs n-”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence as the roof on top of me collapsed. I shrieked as bits of rubble covered my room - coughed as dust collected in my mouth. 
Then darkness as a large of debris landed on top of me. 
A distance away, I heard the sound of the familiar siren still going off. My eyes were heavy, and it was difficult to open them. After several tries, I was able to make out my surroundings blearily. It was dark but a bright light overhand illuminated what little of the room I could see.
My room was utterly unrecognizable. Debris and dust covered every inch, and my bed was destroyed as pieces of wood pierced the mattress. Fragments of glass littered the floor as I tried to feel around and move. 
It hit me. I couldn’t feel my legs. I looked down only to choke on the blood collecting in my mouth. They were trapped under a large wooden pillar.
Nonononononononononono. I tried to lift it, only to scream in vain.
“Oka-san!” I cried out hysterically. “Tou-san! Anyone! Please help me! I can’t move.”
But there was no reply. No sounds. Just the siren blaring over and over again. And the sound of my crying.
My vision became blurry once again, and sound seemed to go in and out. I was losing consciousness. And the last thing I could remember was, for some reason, yearning for Shinso.
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Before I woke up, I was surprised to hear steady beeping, not the siren I last distinctly remember. 
A bright light was overhead, soon overcast by Oka-san’s crying face, but her eyes seemed to glow with relief. A flurry of movement later, I saw my Tou-san’s face, whose typically stern face was also wet with tears. 
Someone helped me sit up, and I realized I was in a hospital room with vitals attached to me. My legs were wrapped up, but thankfully I could still wiggle my toes.
I remembered the feeling of acute horror when I realized I could no longer move my legs. But knowing they were ok, though still healing from broken bones, was a solace I didn’t realize I needed. 
Over the following weeks, my parents visited daily as I recovered from the incident, which I later found out was from a pro hero crashing into the building when a villain threw them. The pro hero, Miruko, came in person to apologize and ensure I was ok. It was easy to forgive her when I could see the regret permeating from her despite her nonchalant outward appearance. 
One particular afternoon, when I was waiting for the nurse to come back with lunch, he showed up.
Shinso seemed more muscular than the last time I saw him. Yet he appeared paler, and his dark circles seemed to have spread somehow, seeming healthy and not at the same time. It looked like being a pro hero wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. 
I didn’t say anything to him. Just staring him down and wondering what he was doing here and with flowers of all things in his hands.
He cleared his throat and offered the flowers to me. “These are for you.”
I nodded and took them from him. Still not giving him a verbal answer.
Maybe it was because Shinsou couldn’t stand the awkward silence so after a few mins, he started speaking again.
“I was there that night, Y/N,” he said, scratching his neck. The familiar sight taking me back to when we were attending UA. “When Miruko crashed into your building. I was there with a few other UA kids. But I didn’t know it was your building until it was too late.”
He seemed to choke on his words here. “The mark on my hand started disappearing.”
“And?” I spoke up. “What does it matter to you?”
Shinso’s eyes widened, shocked at the frank statement. “Y/N, listen, I know I said a few things I can't take back the last time we spoke.”
I scoffed,” I think you and I both know you don’t regret it. And isn’t it a shame that you didn’t even know your soulmate was dying a few feet away? All because you didn’t know where I lived. Maybe you would have if you gave me any time of the day.”
He had nothing to say in reply but- “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those awful things to you.”
But it was too late. I didn’t want to hear it. It took a roof to land me to register I was over it. I realized all those months of separation I was still waiting for him despite the fact I kept telling myself I wasn’t. I kept checking the news for anything. A mention. A sighting of a UA student with a brainwashing quirk.
Now I knew for sure that despite being soulmates, some people just aren’t meant to be.
“I don’t want anything to do with you.”
He opened his mouth to say something.
“Please leave.” I looked down determinedly and ready to press the nearby button to call the nurse just in case he refused to leave.
I didn’t dare look back up again until I heard his footsteps receding. I clenched my jaw and looked up at the hospital room’s ceiling so the tears wouldn’t drip. It was better this way. He had all this time to give me a chance, and he never did. It took me almost dying even to notice me. 
That was the type of person I didn’t need nor want. Or at least I tried to convince myself desperately so I wouldn’t call Shinso to come back.
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saiyanlpkwife2013 · 6 months
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Midnight Siren
Chapter Seven: Hitoshi
Romantic relationship: Hitoshi Shinso x y/n (female/AFAB)
Chapter warnings: Cursing, angry Shinso
MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT BELOW THE "KEEP READING" BREAK.
You both ran in a comfortable silence, keeping pace with each other. Shinso was impressed.
For someone who hates running, she sure is keeping up really well.
At the halfway mark in the first lap, you slip in front of him running just a touch faster. He watches you from behind, trying to keep his focus on the task at hand but finding it difficult as his eyes trailed down your toned body. 
Hard to beat this view though.
His mind jolted back to last night as he remembers stumbling upon your private bathing time. His ears become hot again and he picks up the pace to try to get ahead, pushing the intrusive thoughts out of his mind.
He barely notices the hiss that escapes your lips.
“You alright?” He casually asks over his shoulder, not daring to slow down as he knows the second he ends up behind you again, his pants will get tighter.
I wonder if she’s pushing herself too hard. She may have actually gotten hurt somehow during that whole mess and is just now realizing it.
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“No, I’m fine!” He hears you say a little too enthusiastically. He’s unable to see the deep blush that has taken over your face. Thankfully, even if he had seen, you feel confident that you could just pass it off as a side effect of the exercise.
I don’t think I’m supposed to know that...Shit, I’m guessing that’s who I heard last night.
Your eyes trail up to a spot on his neck, right where his hairline ends. You decide to assess his emotions at this point in time, unable to shake the fact that he has seen you naked.
Taking inventory of the space around him, you feel the amount of guilt he has about stumbling upon you last night. You are able to sense that it was an accident, one that he regrets...At least, mostly.
It’s difficult to be mad though as he clearly feels shame. That would explain a few things. You think back to this morning, how he avoided eye contact and the internal dialogue he held with himself. Maybe one day, I can confront him about it. 
Or I could make things even harder for him.
You speed up, cutting him off as you both round the arena, coming up on completing your first lap. Shinso notices this and takes it as a challenge.
~*~
By this point, you are coming up on the end of your second and final lap around the arena, keeping pace with Shinso and barely breaking a sweat. Approaching your finish line, Shinso expects you to rub it in his face that you’ve finished your punishment. Much to his surprise, however, you start a third lap.
“What are you doing? You’re done.” Confusion takes over his face as he continues his way around the arena for a third time.
“Well, I don’t want you improving faster than me! Or have a reason to think you’ve worked harder than me here either. Besides, I figure I owe you for, you know, not letting that rock squish me to death. I don’t think I would look very good as a splat.” You laugh lightly, picking up the pace.
I wouldn’t have let that happen. I COULDN’T have let that happen. Not to someone like you...
You suck in your breath and hold it, wishing more than anything you could let him have his private thoughts...But wanting to hear more.
“Yeah, well, you ought to be more careful. You won’t be much of a sparring partner if you’re busy bleeding out.”
You feign irritation, scoffing at his choice of words. “Oh, yes! Silly me. I should’ve KNOWN the fucking ground had a vendetta against me today. I’ll make sure to mark my calendar for next time so I won’t have to put you in such a bind. I sometimes can’t believe how selfish I am!” You dramatically roll your head while keeping your same speed. Shinso darkly chuckles.
“So long as you know.” 
You two continue to race while off in the distance you see Pixie Bob running down to meet Aizawa. Instantly, you focus your attention on them.
“I wonder what that’s about.” Shinso cuts through your focus as he looks on at the two pro heroes. 
“I’m not sure. I wonder if they felt the earth shaking earlier too.” Your mind takes over and drifts to the mental conversation between the two of them.
God, Aizawa, I can’t believe how stupid I was. I’m so sorry!
It’s them you should be apologizing to. You could’ve killed my students, you know.
I didn’t realize how close I was to the arena. I was trying to prepare for one of my lessons and the earth beast I was commanding got a little closer to this area than I intended. A LOT closer, apparently. Are they alright?
Thankfully, yes. All because Shinso has improved drastically on his speed. Not to mention his ability to manipulate the binding cloth. That’s how he was able to pull Y/N to safety. I would never tell them this but I’m not sure they realize how close that rock was…
You did your best to ignore the rest of the conversation, not really wanting it to sink in just how deadly that whole training exercise could have been.
Shinso picks up on your concentration, not really understanding what you could possibly be hearing from so far away. You two run in silence for the rest of the third lap. 
At the start of the fourth lap, you show no intention of slowing down. Shinso rolls his eyes lazily.
“You don’t have anything to prove to me, you know. You can sit this one out and I won’t say a word.” He glances over to you, almost pleading.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Shinso. You’re just going to have to be stuck with me for one more lap. But don’t worry, I’ll give you your space after we BOTH complete this last mile.” You smile, looking ahead, still keeping up with the brainwasher.
I didn’t say anything about giving me space…
“Hitoshi.” He almost whispers.
“Huh?” You almost stop running at the unspoken words followed by what sounded like his first name.
“Call me Hitoshi.”
~*~
By the end of the fourth lap, you both were ready to call it on the cardio regardless of the fact that you both were actually in really good shape. The adrenaline from the rock incident earlier has subsided and you were looking forward to leaving the cliffy area.
You and Shinso both start to slow down to a jog as you approach Aizawa and Pixie Bob, stopping in front of the trainers waiting for your next instructions. Pixie Bob was the first to initiate conversation.
“I am SO sorry about the, uh, rumbling earlier. I understand that it almost resulted in, um, a bit of an accident—” 
“A bit of an ‘accident?’ That could have killed Y/N.” Shinso cuts off the pro hero with a hint of malice laced in with his blunt recount of the events from earlier. Your eyes widened at his reply, mostly from the tone he spoke with in such a way to a seasoned hero…
And also at the sound of your name leaving his lips for the first time.
“Yes, and Erasure tells me that if not for you, we four—or rather—three would be having a very different conversation than the one we are having now. I am grateful to you Shinso for stepping up and saving the day when I clearly failed to take the necessary precautions.” Pixie Bob then turns to you, “I hope you can forgive me, Y/N. I am unable to offer anything other than my sincerest apologies and the promise that it won’t happen again.”
“It’s fine, Pixie Bob. Don’t worry about—”
“Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep. If we as students have to be aware of our surroundings, might I suggest a refresher for the ones who are to be training the students? I’d be pretty pissed if I was having to scrape up a dead classmate right now.” His eyes staring intensely at the Pussycat who seemed to have shrunk in size right before your very eyes.
Shit, he’s right. God, I feel like such an idiot, a student having to chastise me is a new low…
Hm...This is an interesting development. You look at Aizawa desperately wanting him to elaborate further on what the hell he could possibly mean by “interesting development” as well as step in and end the uncomfortable conversation that was unfolding before you.
What if I had been too late?...I barely even know this girl and I can’t imagine—
The air continued to get uneasy as Shinso’s mind flashed images of his perspective when the giant rock started to hurtle towards you, except the scene playing in his mind looked as though he was too late… As the images continued to replay over and over, you shudder, deciding now would be the perfect time to alter the emotional atmosphere.
If you got in trouble with your mentor, you didn’t care. You needed this to end NOW.
With Vibe, you breathe out, bringing in a more relaxed space around the four of you. Instantly, you see Shinso and Pixie Bob’s shoulders release tension and their faces soften. Funnily enough, Aizawa didn’t look affected at all. Then again, he didn’t really seem to be all that invested in the conversation taking place, at least not outwardly.
I see you decided to use Vibe, Y/N. Your eyes look up to Aizawa, almost pleadingly with a hint of apology. You couldn’t stand to go against the rules but you didn’t need everyone at each other’s throats over something that ended up working out just fine.
Shinso looks at you as though he realizes what you’ve done, his eyes confused as he has just experienced part of your quirk for the first time. Pixie Bob looks relieved to say the least.
“Well, we can leave the ‘scraping up dead classmate’ for another day!” You say, with a light chuckle. “I’m starving. You think it’s about lunch time, Mr. Aizawa?”
~*~
Pixie Bob left the three of you to walk back to the dining hall from the arena you had just been training. This time, it was Shinso who had decided to walk ahead of you and Aizawa, hands in his pockets and staring at the ground while he quickly tried to get some distance.
For a time, you and Aizawa walked in silence with his mind not really seeming to focus on anything in particular to draw your attention. Though you weren’t entirely sure as to how your teacher would react, you wanted to express your remorse for using your quirk earlier on the group without his expressed permission.
“Mr. Aizawa, sir, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I know I wasn’t given permission to use Vibe but—”
“You’re right. You had not been given permission.” He continued to look straight ahead, though his gait appeared lax as you both continued your slower pace towards the training facility.
“Right...I just...It won’t happen again, sir.” You bite your lip, hoping that you didn’t just make matters worse. It’s not like he had decided to chew you out or anything before you brought up the incident. Maybe it would have been better if you had just kept quiet on your way to lunch.
Though you will not catch me saying this out loud, I do understand why you did. Shinso seems to have been...affected by the earlier incident and I don’t believe it was the wrong thing for you to do.
You glance beside you and see that Aizawa has his eyes trained on you without turning his head. 
“Yeah, well, hopefully he doesn’t hold it against me, you know, not saving myself instead of having to rely on his help.” You chastise yourself in front of your mentor.
“Is that why you ran the additional laps?” Aizawa has now shifted his eyes ahead, still maintaining his indifferent expression.
“Partly, yeah.” You admitted. Aizawa cocked an eyebrow at that.
“Well, it appears that Shinso has...taken an interest in you. So I don’t believe he will be holding it against you.” Now it’s your turn to blush, remembering the images that flashed through your mind earlier when you two were running with each other.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean, sir.” Am I REALLY talking about this with my teacher?!
“You’re a bright student, Y/N, which I know is something that he appreciates. You did give him a run for this money today during the training exercise. I know that he has been searching for a worthy opponent which I believe he may now consider you to be in the running.” He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, much like the indigo-haired man who shares the same habit. “In the meantime, consider ways you can continue to work on improving your quirk with the resources we have available here.” He seemed to almost end the conversation there but you had one more question.
“Sir, speaking of resources available...Do y-you think disclosing my full quirk to Shinso would be prudent?”
Aizawa slows his pace even more so than he was previously moving, clearly focusing on his words carefully as though forgetting you could likely predict his answer. You mirror him and wait patiently for his verbal advice when he flicks his eyes up to yours.
“That will be something for you to decide. For obvious reasons, it is best that as few people know about your quirk as possible, though it is YOUR quirk to manage. I also understand pieces of your background that would make you hesitant to disclose your full quirk for personal reasons.” He paused, clearly mulling over his thoughts as he tried to choose his next words carefully. “What I will say is this: If it were up to me to decide which student would be best for you to confide in the nature of your full quirk, Shinso would not be my last choice.”
Okay, I’m almost more confused than I was before this conversation started.
Aizawa noticed your eyebrows furrow as you tried to sort out exactly what it was that he was trying to say. He sighed, deciding that he ought to elaborate a little further.
“Shinso has had...similarly difficult experiences related to his quirk. He certainly would be able to relate with your struggles. He is a strong student, already catching up with class 1A even though you both have just joined. And if I know him as well as I think I do, he is trustworthy with sensitive information.” He turns to continue walking towards the training facility. “Still, it will be up to you to make the final decision.”
You two continue to walk in verbal silence, though you hear his mind trail on…
Shinso would be the best option. Really, the only option I am comfortable with…
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gardenofnoah · 7 months
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hello bea i am bereft of ideas but think you should write the most self indulgent thing you can because moving and new job is hard and you deserve it. what if you had a nice time at a lake???
you move easily through the water to get to Hitoshi. you think you’d wade through concrete if it meant you could be in his orbit.
and in it you are, because he’s adept at drawing you near. he’s in up to his chest, and when you get close enough he reaches for you.
“hi,” he murmurs, bending to kiss your forehead. the water laps at both of you and he holds you steady. tethered to him and weightless.
he walks backwards until the water is shallow enough that he can sit on the rocky lakebed without his head going under, and then he does just that. he keeps you held to him and it makes you giggle.
“i feel like a baby otter.”
hitoshi laughs, smoothing a hand over your hair. “you kind of look like one too.”
“hey!”
“what?” he grins, catching your hands before they can swat at him, “you do. cute and fuzzy.”
you grumble but relent, laying your head back down. his heartbeat, with the gentle lapping of the water against your back and the fading heat of the sun, is enough to lull you to sleep. you’d let it, but something about the feeling that wraps itself around your bones makes you want to sit in it a little longer.
“you hungry, baby?”
“mm. maybe,” you sigh, nestling into the hair that litters his chest. “if you make something.”
he snorts, dipping his head to kiss the crown of yours. he lingers there, and you know he wants to be in this moment a little longer, too.
“as you wish, my liege.”
neither one of you move—you won’t, until the growling of your stomach becomes so offensively loud that hitoshi tows you out of the water and back up to the cabin over his shoulder. the urge to care for you will win out, as it always does—and you can’t really say you mind.
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angelshimaa · 2 months
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━━ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 ;; 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 (pt.3) ♡
⤷ feat. kaminari and shinso
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✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluff, smau, them reacting to a low result on a love calculator, food mention in denki’s, shinso calls you ‘baby’, denki calls you all the synonyms of 'beautiful', 'babe' & 'baby', maybe sliiightly ooc!shinso?
✧ a/n :: third one let's goooo !!
pt 1 | pt 2
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KAMINARI DENKI ♡
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SHINSO HITOSHI ♡
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✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3
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shinsoup · 1 year
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mha boys and nnn
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- you tell him he doesn’t last a chance
- you tell him he doesn’t last a chance
- you tell him he doesn’t last a chance
- 30 days without pleasuring himself or you?
- yeah right
- but 30 long, painful days go by of him keeping his hands to himself
- honestly making you yourself miserable since your fingers weren’t cutting it
- ever since you started dating bakugo you’ve never been able to please yourself
- as soon as it hits 12am on december morning, it’s game over
- bakugo is wrapping his hand around your throat and using the other to rip down your shorts
- you were almost asleep, bakugo spooning you from behind, all until it hit midnight
- you felt him press himself against your ass, already hard and practically digging into your skin
- “you’re gonna regret ever making that challenge, princess.”
- let’s just say, you couldn’t walk for a week
☆shinso☆
- would last a good half a month
- he just loves you too much
- also adding the fact you tease him the entire time
- it’s only when you’re getting dressed for your date with him that he snaps
- he’s adjusting his tie in front of the mirror as he calls out to you, “almost ready, love?”
- “waiting on you.”
- he turns around to see you dressed in a short, knee length black dress that hugs your curves perfectly
- letting his imagination run wild at just the sight of you
- his mouth practically goes dry
- and his dick inflates in his pants
- you obviously see it,, and giggle
- poor shinso
- “ready?” you ask, smiling sweetly as you turn around and bend over
- ‘adjusting your heels’
- you gasp as you feel large hands cup your tits
- yanking you to stumble back into his chest
- “you’re in for a treat now, kitten.”
- let’s just say your dinner reservations were soon forgotten
- you tease him for failing nnn so soon
- but he doesn’t care
- losers don’t get their dick wets
- and last time he checked, he just did
☆dabi☆
- wouldn’t do it lmao gtfo
- he’s obsessed with you, although he’ll never admit it
- he can’t go one day without fucking you at least 3 times
- and if he doesn’t fuck you silly for some reason
- he’s either throat fucking your face or fingering you
- which ever one he’s in the mood for
- so when you ask,,
- “hey dabi”
- “yes, doll?”
- “y’know no nut-”
- immediately shuts you up and threatens you to never say those words again
- there was no way you would blue ball him for 30 days
- and he’d make sure of it
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you go to a Halloween party with shinsou wearing matching costumes, but he can hardly control himself around you. he drags you to the bathroom and eats a diff type of candy that night lol
NSFW
(What costume would it be? Hmmm.....how about Ghostface couple costume.)
You had him in between your legs sucking and slurping at your sex like there was no tomorrow. You brushed his hair back and kept the cheap drug store Ghostface mask over his eyes while he lapped at your release. He was eager to please you tonight. Something about seeing you in a costume that matched his own had him feral. He ignored the ache he felt in between his legs.
Nothing was left clean. Cum oozed out of his jeans and your release was all over his face. He was a blushing red mess in between your legs and he didn't mind it at all. He enjoyed what came after. Your hands on his head, nails scrapping his scalp, and kisses all over his face. He would never have it any other way.
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Hello love, I hope you have a wonderful christmas eve!! Do maybe feel like writing a bnha request? Or headcanons, thats fine too. Maybe about reader finally telling Shinso they love him?
Guess who's back? I am still coughing but I finally have some energy again. Well, reader did not exactly told him so but yeah, see for yourself.
If you like what you read, please be so kind and reblog :)
Until you felt ready to say it to him, a really long time passed. cLike at least six months.
Shinso is still the guy who doubts himself and does not recognize that people can like him - and even fancy him. And because of that, he always thought of you as a friend - or a best friend - and never thought further, even when he secretly hoped it.
So of course, you had to do the first step. You always heard from your friends, like Momo and Mina, but even Bakugo, that you should go for it. Well, Bakugo did not say it with nice, encouraging words but rather along the lines of: "Do it or lose your heart when someone else is faster than you because than you are not good enough."
It happened when you were walking with Sinsho (on not a date date but actually a date but he would never think of that)
So, everthing was just as always. You both talking about your interestes, about your annoying classmates (but you were still thankful that Mineta got swapped with Shinso) and so on.
And like always, Shinso had to make himself weaker than he is by comparing himself with Midoriya and Shoto.
You finally had enough. You stopped dead in your tracks, some people had to step aside because they nearly ran into you. Shinso noticed it after a few seconds and turned towards you.
Typically, you tended to not be as forward as you were right. YOu tended to overthink, also doubting yourself and that people could like you. But you could not stand it anymore how Sinsho could think that he was weak and that nobody would find him comforting.
You closed that few meteres between the two of you and just kissed him. Just like that, with no hesitation and without saying a words.
Shinso was perplexed and shocked and happy. And thus - he did not react.
You could feel how your heart began to hurt so badly but before you could pull away or let the tears fall, Sinsho kissed back. And just like that, you heartache lessened.
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veenxys · 2 years
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— sunflower vol. 6
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pairing; guitarrist!shinso x florist!reader
genre; fluff !
cw: 5,7k
tw: cursing
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for a moment, shinso felt lost.
all his senses were filled with the soft yet firm scent of the flowers, the unique coloring of each one standing out like gold as the afternoon sun’s rays reflected off their soft, eye-catching petals, as if each flower is putting on its own show of beauty and purity for those who want to observe them.
“you need help?”
he turns around, a little startled. he looks at you for a few seconds; hair tied up, eyes tired from a long day but vivid, as if you were eager to help him, and a slight smile on your face of welcome.
“i..uhm…” he scratches the back of his head, looking down at his feet. he swallows hard and looks at you again, “my mom is recovering from surgery, i wanted to give her some flowers but well i don’t know which one” he giggles shyly and you just smile sideways with him before asking for him to follow you.
at first he walks carefully so the guitar on his back doesn’t touch or ruin any plants, but his once preoccupied mind is now too busy thinking how stupid he was when you showed up. he should have spoken more slowly, perhaps more elegantly, perhaps more firmly. damn, he feels so embarrassed.
“well,” you say arranging some flowers in front of you and turning to him, “orchids or tulips can be a good match as they are beautiful and unique flowers; they are perfect for any situation” you say gently indicating the flowers in the corner. its vivid and cheerful colors that make anyone smile, and that’s when shinso feels his heart calm down; because all it took was one calm look from you to tell him he was overthinking it, and in that moment as you turned to talk about the plants, he didn’t feel so lost.
“daisies can also be a good idea! we also have lilies, roses…” you say while looking at each of the flowers, as if you were talking affectionately to them in your own little world.
you then look at him and smile, his gaze is shining as he admires each flower in front of him, but confusion is still present in those lavender eyes.
“want a personal opinion?”
“yea… sure”
“sunflowers. they represent joy and are so special for many reasons; they can beautify any place..” you gently point out the various sunflowers in the corner, bright and in perfect sync with each other as the wind gently sways their blooms, “i’m sure your mother will like it” you smile at him and it takes a few seconds to smile back.
“i know she’ll like it..” he smiles at you, as if to say he’s made up his mind. he then approaches the sunflowers and looks one by one, looking for the one with the most elegance and brightness; and then he picks up one that is more hidden, which surprises you a little.
you gently pick up the sunflowers from his hands and he watches you patiently. his head tilts subtly to the side as he memorizes every little detail; the color of the flowers contrasting with your hair and clothes, the delicacy of your hands as you hold the sunflower as if they were the most precious thing of all, the sky becoming an explosion of yellow, pink and orange, the scent of flowers. everything is so... unique. so beautiful.
“need anything else?” you ask as he follows you to the counter so you can place the flower on a pretty paper.
“actually.. is there any way you could write a 'get well' card?”
“of course! what’s your name?” you ask while looking for the prettiest card.
“hitoshi… shinso hitoshi..”
you then lean over the counter and gently write a genuine get well wish, signed with shinso's name. and, as you write, he can't help but look at you - your face of concentration, how quickly and in detail you write, a lock of your hair loose from your ponytail falling into your face and you pulling it out once, twice before to give up because you know it will fall on your face again. he smiles but tries to hide it when you're done and puts the card inside the flowers.
"here.." you hand him the flowers and smile in thanks when he pays you.
"thank you."
"come back anytime, hitoshi" you say with a smile as you wave at him before going to talk to another customer.
he freezes for a few seconds as if his feet are deceiving him, as if he doesn't really want to go, as if he wants to stay here, with you, in this immensity of flowers and colors and smells. but his cell phone rings, and that's when he realizes he has to go.
"shinso? ugh, shinso!"
he startles, giving a slight jump in his chair before turning his focus back to the bakugo in front of him.
"what's your problem? you were already late and now you're looking like an idiot while playing a different song than we had planned today"
he did it again. he thought of you again and forgot about reality.
"sorry.. had a busy day"
"give him a break, bakugo." kirishima says, exchanging a silent thousand word look with bakugo, "let's start over" he punches shinso lightly on the shoulder before walking back to his seat.
bakugo adjusts the mic while looking hard at hitoshi as if he says "if you make the same mistake again, i'll kill you"
and shinso just laughs nervously before tuning the guitar chords.
and then the music starts. the room once filled with teasing and a peaceful atmosphere quickly becomes full and cheerful; shinso closes his eyes as he plays the guitar like it's the last thing he does, letting the sound take over his whole being as if his soul is in every chord, as if his heart beats for every sound. but then, for a second that seems like an eternity, he sees your face; everything he sees, he sees you, and he feels every second and every sensation on his skin, from the flowers, the smell, your smile, your closeness. everything.
and as if in a distant dream, he hears bakugo stop singing, kirishima lower the loud drums, denki stop playing his bass and from afar he feels the atmosphere becoming subtly more different, more extraordinary as he plays the solo guitar; only the sound of the chords fills the room as if the guitar has a life of its own, as if he's putting on his own show while he thinks of you.
then, his heart slowly calms down, his breathing subtly returning to normal as his fingers soften on the guitar; and then he stops. and silence fills the room.
he slowly opens his eyes and frowns when he comes back to real life and notices the three boys staring at him with surprised eyes and mouths open.
"holy shit.." denki says, flashing a huge smile as he looks at shinso who lowers his head and runs his hands through his hair, finally scratching the back of his head as if he's ashamed of the work of art he's just made.
“you need to do this on our show, man. everyone will love this.. this was so freaking good” kirishima says as he excitedly walks over to shinso, making him laugh.
“i hate to admit it, but that was fucking good… where did you learn to do that?” bakugou says, acting like he doesn't care too much like the other boys but the glint in his eyes is enough to show he's so excited.
where did he learn it? he thinks for a few seconds and then he remembers you. it was you; the person who kindly attended him at the flower shop earlier with the most beautiful and brightest smile he had ever seen, the person who wished his mother well with so much genuineness and love in his heart he could feel, the person who said his name so much softly as if honey drips from your lips, the person he fell in love with at first sight but doesn't know its name; like in a bad cliche movie that he would stop watching in the first few seconds.
“..i don't know” was all he managed to say as denki and kirishima continued with the same excitement as before and bakugo cursed them both to hurry up and get back to training. and you were all he could think about for the rest of the day.
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yes, he knows he is late. but he doesn't care because after all, his 'mother' always comes first.
he walks slowly in the flower shop but his eyes are agile to look for you; he knows where the sunflowers are and he knows he can go get them himself, but well, he wants to tip you. he sees you on your back next to the lilies, for a moment he's not sure it's you, but when his heart starts beating faster and butterflies start dancing in his stomach, he's sure it's you.
“hey” he says shyly as he puts his hands in his pockets.
you turn around and smile as beautiful as the flowers behind you.
“hi, hitoshi! it's good to see you again, how is your mother?” your look of curiosity but also of concern makes his heart melt a little in his chest.
"she is fine. recovering well”
"i'm glad to hear this. came by the sunflowers again?”
“yes, could you help me?”
“of course i do” you smile before taking off the dirt-stained gloves you were wearing and placing them next to the lilies you were tending. he silently admires it all and bites his lip to keep from smiling.
he follows you through the flowers until he finds the same sunflowers again; a small colorful forest with a sweet smell and a unique atmosphere. this time he doesn't stay behind you, he stays by your side and sighs deeply as his eyes roam in detail each flower.
"this.. is perfect" he takes the sunflower by himself and admires for a few seconds the flower that is so beautiful and unique that it seems to be fake. he holds it so carefully - the same way you held it for him last time.
you smile and ask him to follow you to the counter, just like you did the last two times he was here; he hands you the flower and you wrap it carefully in paper. he looks intently at you and just realizes he was staring too hard when you need to ask him twice if he wants a card. you know what he will answer, but you need to ask.
“oh yes… it's for my mom again, she's not 100% good.." he said while avoiding your gaze.
“oh sure. hope she gets better soon” you say more to yourself than to him as you look for a card to match the color of the flowers. you lean over the counter and then you start writing and, like last time, he can't take his eyes off you.
he bites his lip to keep from smiling as he watches you do all the work; give the change of money, pack the flower, place the card and finally give it to him.
“thanks for the preference, hitoshi”
“it's me who thank you..” he looks at your chest where your name is written on the apron, “y/n”
he lowers his head and looks at you again before saying a soft “bye” and leaving, leaving you lost in the mix of his scent and the flowers, leaving you lost in him.
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"something's wrong..." denki says as he pretends to be thinking deeply as if it's a math problem he needs to solve.
"what are you talking about?" bakugo asks not really caring much as he puts the mic in place.
“shinso… there's something wrong with him”
“why?” bakugo was already losing patience.
“damn look at him! he is different; more smiling, more inattentive and seems like... more nervous. have you seen how he got here? smiling as if he had won the lottery but at the same time… nervous. i don't know he's just weird"
bakugo looks at denki for a few seconds but looks away without replying or commenting on his thoughts.
"why don't we follow him?" kirishima says out of nowhere, causing denki to turn to him with a smile on his face as he gives a thumbs up, a gesture that kirishima repeats. denki and kirishima's smile is so big like they've just come up with the best idea ever and he can't wait to execute it and damn, bakugo hates them.
"fuck off.." bakugo says, more tired than ever. "for what? it doesn't matter to us"
“actually it does matter, he's playing great as fuck and i need to know why and how…” denki turns to bakugo with a 'isn't that obvious?' face.
bakugo rolls his eyes but it's no use, because denki and kirishima are already creating theories about what's going on as they try not so discreetly to follow shinso. he tries to get them to shut up for the third time in a row because they are talking too loudly, but when the three of them turn forward again, they lose sight of shinso.
the three of them mutter something before denki and kirishima walk more hastily, peering carefully into each and every shop as they look for a tall purple-haired boy with a guitar on his back. bakugou rolls his eyes as the two boys look at him as if it's a silent cry for him to help them find shinso. he didn't want to be here, they know that, and he also didn't want to believe that shinso was in the flower shop that none of the three of them even looked at because it was too unlikely a place.
but well, here he was, chatting casually as if he didn't have band rehearsal in a few minutes. they had never seen shinso like this, which leaves the three of them surprised and paralyzed; he was smiling, hectic, confident but scared. they've never seen anyone like that before.
“wait..is that y/n?” denki asks, squinting as if to make sure of the obvious.
“oh my, yes it is..but where do they know shinso from?” kirishima asks.
“well, we go to the same school as shinso..it must be from there”
the two almost let out high-pitched screams as they look at each other as bakugo grabs them by the shirt collar, pulling them away from the flower shop entrance, "he's coming you assholes" bakugo says as they turn their backs to the entrance as they try to blend in with some others people who passed by. kirishima curses and denki grumbles, but when the three look back shinso was already walking not so hastily while holding a bouquet in his hands, they couldn't see which flower but they knew shinso was in love with.
what should they do now? follow shinso and find out who that bouquet was for or go into the flower shop and talk to their old classmate who managed to make shinso smile so hugely it made them sick to their stomachs?
the three look at each other but kirishima takes the lead, making the decision for everyone.
“oh, hey, y/n! it's been so long!" he says casually as he wraps you in a tight hug, the one that always made you hit his chest while cursing him for being too strong.
“hey,” you say a little breathlessly as he pulls away from you, “hey you guys, it's been so long since i've seen you!” your smile is bright and captivating, which makes denki and kirishima smile back.
"we don't have all day.. where do you know shinso from?" bakugo says dry and fast.
“first good afternoon bakugo, how are you? how's your day going? second, go fuck yourself”
you say and the two boys laugh, making bakugo roll his eyes, “why do you want to know that?”
"uhm.. i don't know if we can tell now.. just answer us... please" denki says before bakugo can open his mouth.
you take a deep breath, taking off your gloves smeared with wet dirt and some small green leaves.
“well… he's my friend. he started coming here a while ago to buy flowers for his mother who had had a surgery.. by the way is she okay?”
the boys look at each other, a silent question floating in the air.
"well yes she is, it's been a while since she had this surgery.. and it was no big deal, she's recovered-" bakugou covers denki's mouth with his hand.
"and the flowers he buys... are they for her?"
"yes. he asks me to make her a get well card every time.. he is really considerate” you say the last words more to yourself than to the three boys in front of you as you try to hide a soft smile from breaking into yours lips. you shake your head as if coming out of your daydream, “what were you saying, denki?”
"anything. he wouldn't say anything.” bakugo interrupts before denki could speak again. “actually… we would like to invite you to our show”
denki and kirishima look at each other but smile at you; and something in their smile made you a little scared.
“you know, we're forming a band now. and i think it would be cool if you went to see shinso play; he would appreciate it very much”
"oh yes, he told me about the band..but he didn't tell me about the show"
“he must have forgotten,” kirishima says as she puts an arm around you, “you know him, he's kind of slow” you hit him lightly on the stomach and he grimaces.
“alright, i'll go. just send me the time and address" your tone of voice is casual and your face peaceful, but in reality you feel your heart beating in your throat.
kirishima quickly took his phone out of his pocket and texted you with all the information you needed. bakugo ruffled your hair in farewell and denki and kirishima looked at you expectantly, and in that moment you knew you needed to go to that show, not just for you, but for shinso.
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it was hot in there.
you took off your jacket as you walked slowly through the underground bar the boys would play while trying to look for a familiar face.
the atmosphere of the place was indescribable; a mixture of excitement at the sight of the small stage set up in the corner, with its bright fixtures and a not-so-bright but not-so-dark spotlight. people from different places and histories would gather there for drinks that would probably give them a headache tomorrow, but now none of that mattered.
you sit at the bar, putting your jacket on your lap while ordering something to drink from the bar guy who promptly leaves to make your drink and, before you can take a second to assimilate so much information and noise pollution from loud music and people talking and laughing, a woman sits next to you.
she wore a dark cardigan and tucked it around her body as she sat down, she just lifted her finger as if ordering another drink and the bartender smirked at her and nodded as he placed your drink in front of you.
you take a sip, feeling the sweet drink burn your throat and stomach; you try to hide a grimace but you can't help but press your lips together.
“oh i loved this drink at your age,” the woman starts talking with a genuine smile on her lips and suddenly all your attention goes to her, “i don't really like it these days..but part of me is happy to know it's my son's favourite, it brings back good memories”
you smile at her and she quickly returns it.
“to be honest, it's the first time i've had anything like this” you say casually as you looks at your drink, “but i can already say it's one of my favorites”
she smiles and looks at her glass again.
"you are alone?"
“uhm..yes, i think.i came to see my friends play” you look at the stage as you speak and look at her again; there's something so strangely familiar and comforting about her, as if you've seen her before.
"oh so you know my son?" you frown, "shinso, do you know him?" she smiles to herself.
and then you understand why she looks so familiar.
but what the hell was she doing here, looking so good and even drinking if a few days ago shinso bought her flowers because she was recovering from surgery?”
“yes, i know him! i'm look forward to seeing him play” you say excitedly as you brings the glass to your lips again. when you put the glass back on the counter, you find yourself asking “i'm sorry to bring up a sensitive topic, feel free to ignore it but.. are you feeling better from your surgery? shinso went to the flower shop where i work to buy flowers for you and i-"
“oh yes honey, i'm great. i don't know if i can call it surgery,” she laughs as she shakes her head, “it was just a minor medical procedure; i recovered the other day but you know shinso, always so attentive and kind.. i still keep the sunflowers he gave me, unfortunately they are dying but for me they will always be alive. and i suppose you made the card, right? that was very kind of you, thank you” she smiles widely and you smile back. but feeling the drink turn in your stomach.
if it was just a minor procedure, then why did shinso go to your flower shop every week? why did he always ask you to make a get-well card when his mother had already gotten better? and why didn't he give the other flowers to his mother? this is very wrong and confusing, but before you can think about it anymore the lights in the bar dim, giving full focus to the small stage in the corner.
and the boys come in one by one and settle into their seats, and then you see shinso; he wore a simple black blouse that marked his chest a little too much, a few small and large tattoos down his left arm, and a few silver rings glinting on his fingers as he tuned his guitar. he takes a deep breath and while one hand holds the guitar, the other goes to his knee, he gives a light squeeze with his eyes closed and when he opens them, he runs his hand through his hair.
his eyes roam around the bar; encountering familiar faces he struggled to smile gently through the anxiety and unfamiliar faces he quickly looked away. and then he saw his mother, and his smile grew. she smiled widely and waved at him as a reminder of “i'm here!” and then he smiled; the kind of smile that you close your eyes and feel your heart flutter with joy, the kind of smile that makes you smile back.
and that's when he saw you, and he didn't know what to do. his heart was a mixture of joy and nervousness, his smile happy but confused, the world disappearing around him as he looked at you and only you, but all that disappeared from his veins to give way to fear and sadness; you were there, beside his mother, and the two of you seemed to have met. you probably figured out his lie and his smile faded to a face of shock as he swallowed, he shouldn't have done that, he knows, but he couldn't help it.
the show started and he couldn't look at you again; constantly distracting his eyes between the guitar and his feet tapping lightly to the chords he played so easily. he swallows and closes his eyes briefly, but he misses a chord and his anxiety goes into overdrive. bakugo continues singing as if nothing has happened but he knows he has been stressed, they trained for weeks for this and no failure would be tolerated, neither for his anxiety nor for bakugo.
but no matter how much he tries to ignore it, he still feels the weight of your gaze on him and against his will, his eyes are quick to meet yours; he expected to see some hint of anger at his lie, or something like surprise or irony that he'd missed a chord, but all he found there was love. you were looking at him the same way you looked at him the first, second and third time he went to buy flowers, nothing changed in your gaze and in your admiration for him and he could see it in the way you smiled hugely, as if you were so proud and happy to see him there.
he felt his heart tighten and accelerate in his chest and he smiled back, finding in your smile a reason to give his best tonight, and that's what he did.
his nimble and talented guitar fingers made people clap or talk about how good he is, but he didn't care because all he thought about at that moment was you; he pictured himself playing for you, he pictured your encouraging smile, he pictured you throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug at the end of a song, he pictured you, he saw you, he needed you.
they didn't play much that night, but it was enough to leave the small audience yearning for more; each had such a unique and special talent as if the boys had been made to meet at some point in their lives. while people clapped or shouted, he looked at you as you applauded him with a huge bright smile on your face, hands clasping tightly to the guitar as if the instrument were the only thing keeping him sane at that moment, as if holding him in real life and not letting him float in the immensity of his thoughts. he sighs deeply and lets a relieved, affectionate smile escape his lips. he did it, and it was for you.
after the show and after the nerves had calmed down, the boys started to spread out around the bar after leaving their instruments in place. shinso stares at his guitar for a few seconds, what is he going to say to you? how will he explain to you? he doesn't know, but he does know that the overwhelming need to talk to you grows with every second inside him, and before he can think of anything else, he feels a hand on his arm.
you smile, "hey"
"hey.." he presses his lips together and puts his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to say.
"you were amazing today" your tone was genuine even though it was a little louder than usual due to the noise of the people around, which made him feel out of place. he grimaces like he doesn't understand what you say and before you can repeat he gently takes your wrist and gives you a sympathetic look and you quickly realize what he means. he takes you to the back of the bar and opens a door, leading to a small garden overlooking the road; yellow lamps hanging from a long wire that covered the whole place, making everything even more calm and cozy.
the cold wind welcomes you with a hug as he waits for you to go through the door first, you hug your body as you take small steps forward, looking at the lamps above you as shinso closes the door; the incessant rumble of conversation, laughter, glasses of toast and 90s rock music could still be heard muffled behind you. you turn and look at him who runs his hands through his hair and then scratches the back of his head.
you know he's confused and lost and anxious, and you hate to see him like that.
“you must be wondering why i came, right?” he looks at you and his eyes widen a little, as if you've read his mind. "well, denki invited me. i didn't know you were doing a show this weekend and i confess i was a little upset that you didn't invite me"
“i’m sorry” his voice is low but you know he meant it, “i didn't know you wanted to come.”
“of course i did, shinso. you are my friend and i had told you once that i wanted to hear you play.. do you remember that day? when i asked you about why you always carried a guitar on your back? it was that day. that you bought the prettiest sunflowers i've ever seen... and well, i met your mom, she's adorable.” you say the last sentence in a playful tone but deep down, deep down you were hurt.
why did he lie to you?
he lowers his head and then looks at you.
silence fills the atmosphere and you both stare at each other for a few seconds before shinso leans against the small fence that was there, “look… my mom had a medical procedure yes and i took the flowers to her the first time, but … fuck i couldn't help it i started thinking about you all the time i kept looking at the little card with your handwriting and even the happy face you put in the corner. i couldn't stop thinking about you or the flowers or on your face of concentration as you wrote the note.. that's why i kept coming back; for you.”
his confession comes so easily from his lips that you startle; but his mind was a whirlwind of feelings, thoughts, scenarios... everything. but in that moment he just surrendered to the moment, letting his emotions speak louder because he knew he wouldn't have a moment like this again and, if he did, he wouldn't be able to say everything that's been stored inside him for so long.
you smile, a smile that turns into a laugh. you run your hand through your hair and say something like “how crazy” while laughing to yourself. shinso freezes in place, not knowing what to think or say.
“they stopped delivering sunflowers to the flower shop a while ago... sunflowers were always left out there; everyone preferred orchids or roses. and when you bought that sunflower that's when i knew these flowers are as special as any other.. i reserve them for you, because i knew you would come back. rarely when someone came to buy it i said we didn't have it or something, because i was waiting for you...” your last words come out low as you play with your fingers, not knowing what to say next .
he is silent, and all you can hear is the muffled noise of the people inside. you take a deep breath and before you know it, he stops in front of you; he gently lifts your chin with one finger and takes a lock of your hair and puts it behind your ear, his thumb strokes your cheek so lightly it tickles you, you smile and he continues with his mouth slightly open, your eyes bright as you look closely at every detail of your face. his hand slides to the back of your neck and holds you for a few seconds before moving closer.
“i always knew it was you”
and then you kiss him, because honestly, he was taking too long.
his free hand goes to your waist and pulls you closer to him, leaving light grips and caresses that made you melt against him. one hand of yours went to the back of his neck, slowly stroking his soft hair - which made him shiver - while your other hand went to his chest; his heart was so racing and strong that you couldn't help but smile during the kiss and god, he didn't know this night could get any more perfect. he was so loving and gentle and careful with you, as if you were made of glass and he was taking all the care in the world not to break you.
you separate but he doesn’t get tired of you, he leaves a soft peck in the corner of your mouth; he takes your face with both hands and begins to spread affectionate pecks, some quick and others long on your lips while saying something like “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do this” and you can’t help but smile as your hands instinctively hold his wrists affectionately as he enjoys every second of you. he smiles too and gives you one last peck before walking away.
“i don’t want us to be apart anymore. ever.” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. he closes his eyes and just enjoys this moment; completely surrendering to your warmth and love that floats silently through the atmosphere, leaving the two of you trapped in your own little world.
“you know i'm not going anywhere” your voice is low but he knows you said it with your heart. you stroke the hair on the back of his neck and he sighs against you before whispering against your lips “could this be something more?”
you smile against him; a happy but at the same time silly smile as if he’d just said the silliest thing ever.
“i don’t think we were just friends.. we were always something more.” he is silent, remembering and experiencing in his skin all the small but special moments he spent by your side; buying flowers, telling your random things about his life, or just watching you do your work.
“will you come to all my shows?” he asks playfully while pulling his face away from yours a little so he can see you better, but still holding you so close to him.
“only if you give me sunflowers.. with very sappy cards, you know?”
he laughs, throwing his head back and staring up at the starry sky; giving a sincere smile as if thanking the universe for this moment, for every second, for you.
“i promise, my little sunflower.”
you smile and kiss him again, completely losing yourself in the labyrinth of his lips as the stars shine a little brighter above the two of you.
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