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manias-wordcount · 1 year
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Hey Love. I saw that your requests are open again so I am just popping in, with my fave boys. As you know I am a huge MezoTenya poly simp, so...
How would they react to their s/o reader ( fem or gn) getting hurt badly by a villain, when they are out alone on their way to them ?
Thanks for indulging in my sin 😊
PS. I love your work and it inspires me. Oh and take all the time you need ❤
S/o got hurt while visiting HCs (Mezo Shoji, Tenya Iida)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆!! 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :)
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
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THEY KNOW YOU’RE CAPABLE !!!!!!!!!!!! YOURE A HERO TOO !!! But…..
Something about seeing you walk through the door victorious but battered and bruised and bleeding just sparks something inside the two of them
Luckily, these are (mostly, looking at you Tenya smh) rational boys
So you don’t have to worry about someone sneaking away to get revenge on a villain you very much defeated and is now in police custody, wondering where it all went wrong
But you do have to worry about two little doting mother hens that are freaking out a the sight of you
Instantly, the two of them are going to be identifying every single injury on your body
Sure, you’re standing and you’re smiling, telling them not to worry but they know the truth
When your assessment is done, Mezo is gonna be quick to scoop you up in your arms and hold you in his lap while Tenya grabs the first aid kit
Don’t even bother trying to tell them you’re alright- Mezo is already on the phone with the closest nearby hero clinic to see if they can get you in pronto
At the same time, Tenya is already wrapping up the literal knife wound you didn’t immediately tell them about, scolding you for traveling alone late at night
Naturally, both of their hearts are going to melt when you shyly explained that you only did it because you wanted to see them <3
But that’s no excuse! The boys love you too much to see you hurt like this
So uhhhh, good luck going anywhere without your two bodyguards. Seriously, good luck
Even if you have a quick recovery, Mezo and Tenya aren’t letting anything happen to you ever again
So pray for all the villains in your city. They’re gonna need it if they ever end up on the receiving end of the MezoTenya fury hehe
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h3rmess · 6 days
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MEGUMI FIGHTING OPPS
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bro is NOT an opp. megumi will fight air atp
New chapter coming soon see you guys then ❤️❤️
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simpforchuchu · 1 year
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Shoji Sameoka x OyaHigh!Reader
a/n: Okayy, i tried smth different but probably later i will write a fic about Shoji again xjkekd CAUSE HE IS FCKN AMAZING .... I hope you like it guys <3
Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: none
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Shoji Sameoka, was an unknown man who nobody can understand whats going on inside his head.Anyone could see his scary facial expression when they looked at him.But he never liked unnecessary fights.He just wanted to protect his friends.
Shoji was clever.He knew immediately what a punk Senomon's leader was and was using everyone.He also knew that an alliance with Kamasaka could not be made.He never trusts anyone.
Shoji was not a very friendly person.He was generally quiet and cold-blooded.But when he didn't like something, he wasn't afraid to say it.
Shoji was an interesting person. He didn't show his feelings most of the time.He was cool and calm.No one could know what he was thinking.
Shoji was a reliable person.He would do anything for the ones he loves.He would get into every fight for his friends.
Shoji knew himself well.Until that day...
Shoji didn't even understand what he was thinking or feeling for a while.He wasn't sure of anything.He couldn't think clearly.But there were some things he was sure of.
Shoji knew very well when he started to feel confused.It all started with the hunt for Oya High.And Shoji never expected that everything would go so wrong that day.
Shoji had heard that there was a girl at Oya High, but he was very uncomfortable with the thought. He didn't want to hurt a girl. But he knew that those around him didn't care.
Shoji was surprised to hear that the young girl was in Todoroki Faction, but he knew that this was an advantage, because he knew that they would hunt Todoroki and his friends.
Shoji didn't expect the young girl to be there the day they hunted Tsuji and Shibaman. He didn't know that their gazes would meet when the other two jumped off the bus.
Shoji knew immediately that the young girl was not trying to escape when she started running, but that she wanted to drag some of the boys after her. But he still followed.
Shoji hadn't seen many surprising things in his life. But he didn't really expect the girl he was watching from behind a wall to knock down anyone who chased after her.
Shoji thought love at first sight was a bullshit.But he couldn't forget the sharp gaze and eyes he saw as she walked away that day.And he couldn't stop thinking about her.
Shoji wasn't sure about many things, but he was so sure that the girl who made his heart beat so fast would turn his life upside down.
Shoji wasn't stupid.But he couldn't stop himself from doing stupid things.Just like he did that day, when Todoroki and that girl came to the junkyard.
Shoji wasnt the type who usually talks much, but when he said that they needed another witness that day and asked the young girl to stay to watch the fight, he seemed quite talkative.
Shoji wasn't a grateful person for many things. But that day, he was grateful to be able to see that girl again and learn her name. And he didn't think any name sounded so good.
Shoji never believed in fate and coincidences.Two weeks later, when he saw the young girl fighting with a large group in a street again, he could not believe that he wanted to help her.
Shoji favored keeping his enemies at a distance. But he had always wanted to keep this girl close to him, whom he had beaten his friends with.
Shoji wasn't the type to do things he thought he would never do and smile when unexpected things happened. But he thought his life had changed that day.
Shoji Sameoka had never thought that he would feel at peace lying on the knees of a girl he once thought was his enemy. But while all these thoughts were running through his mind, he looked at the face of the girl who was watching the sky and smiled.
Shoji Sameoka, was a weird person.But it wasn't just his feelings or actions that made him weird.  Because his current girlfriend was just as weird as he was.
And Shoji, liked to be weird together...
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wonder-queen-123 · 4 months
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You and Shoji have known each other since you were in UA, although you were in different classes. Shoji was in the hero course, and in Aizawa’s class, while you were in the support course with Mei Hatsume and Power Loader.
Shoji stopped by the support course classroom a handful of times with the excuse that he needed his mask repaired, but most of the time you could tell he was lying. “Shoji, I’ve already fixed it for you again last Wednesday. How did you manage to tear it again that quickly?” You responded jokingly.
“Well you know how hero training can be. Especially with Bakugo and Kirishima’s quirks. Not to mention Mina, Midoriya, Yaoyorozu-“ you cut him off, and shook your head.
“I get it. A lot can happen during hero training, but at this point I already know that you’re just using that as an excuse. You’re only saying your mask ripped again so you can just come back and talk to me. Aren’t you?”
With his mask covering his face, it was hard to tell, but you knew he was blushing.
Once the two of you graduated from UA, you saw less and less of each other, but tried to stay in contact as much as possible.
By the time you were in your early twenties, you were already a store owner, and had so many different things hanging up.
With your quirk, you had made countless blankets, quilts, clothes, and machines that filled your store. However, you never could’ve expected who would walk into your store, and would end up becoming your most frequent customer.
It was the middle of the afternoon, and you were in the back working and listening to your favorite song, Home by Edith Whiskers.
“Man, oh, man, you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness
There ain't nothing that I need
Well, hot and heavy pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
Ain't nothing please me more than you.”
You sang by quietly, no louder than a soft whisper.
“Oh, home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
Oh, home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you.”
As you continued singing quietly, you didn’t hear the bell above the front door ring, so you didn’t know you had a customer. “Babe, you here?” Shoji called out, looking around all the different items you had laying around.
Since Shoji was a frequent customer, and your best friend, he was the only one allowed to go to the back room without you tagging along. Once he saw you, he noticed you were working on another quilt, and had your earbuds in, as well as quietly singing to yourself.
He smiled softly, and tapped you on the shoulder, now getting your attention. You turned around, and immediately stood up, and hugged him. “Hey! Long time no see, Octo-guy!!” You teased, as you playfully punched him in the arm.
“How’s my favorite customer been since last time I saw you?” He picked you up, and carried you to the main area of the store, and pointed to one of the quilts that were hanging up. “How much?” He asked, as he kissed your forehead before setting you down.
For my favorite, and most frequent customer, let me think.” You started getting your ladder to reach the quilt. “I would say about ¥100, but…it’s on the house. But, there is one thing you could pay me…if not the yen.” You said, coming down from the ladder, and winking at him.
His smile grew wider, once again he scooped you up in his arms, and this time brought you to the back room. He closed the door behind him, and set you on a table. He then took the quilt from your hands, and put it to the side.
As the two of you were having your moment, neither of you realized that someone had walked in the store.
After about 10-ish minutes or so, you finally heard the bell at your desk ring, indicating that you had a customer. You tried to push Shoji off of you, but he was too preoccupied to notice anything.
Without thinking, you yelled “customer! I have a customer, Mezo!” He suddenly stopped, and quickly got off of you, and helped you up. He then looked away apologetically, and mumbled a soft “sorry, babe.”
With his head hanging low, he walked over to the quilt, and started making his way towards the door. “You quickly ran to the door, and stopped Shoji from opening it. “I’m sorry, Tentacole! Please forgive me!” You said quickly, bowing apologetically.
Shoji looked up at you, and put his hand on your head. “No,” he began softly, lifting your head up. “I’m sorry. I should’ve realized what I was doing, as well as that you’re still at work. Forgive me, Princess.”
You froze at the rarely used name, and stated at him. Tears were stinging your eyes, but you didn’t care. You grabbed his hand, and walked out of the back room, and went to the main lobby.
The customer looked at the two of you in confusion, but quickly brushed it off as you asked them what you could help them with. “I’m here to pick up my quilt…that I ordered the week before last.”
“Tentacole, and Ms. Wilson, please follow me.” You said, as you led both of them to a corner next to the back room. “Tentacole, do you think you could reach up there for me, and get the quilt that’s got the mandala design on it?”
After Shoji got the quilt down, you had forgotten just how big and heavy you had made it, but with Shoji and yourself lifting it together, you could’ve sworn it felt like you were lifting a feather at that point.
“Thanks for the help, Octo-guy. I owe you one. And Ms. Wilson, if there’s anything else I can make for you, please let me know. Have a nice day, Ms. Wilson, and I’ll see you next time!” You said, as you waved goodbye to Ms. Wilson.
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Secretly Yours
Pairings: Shoji Sameoka×girly girl reader
Genre: Oneshot, Fluff,
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You still wonder everyday how you even trapped the infamous delinquent Shoji Sameoka. Today you said yes to his proposal.
He dropped you off to your house after you gave him a quick kiss on his cheeks. You quickly hurried inside trying to hide your completely red cheeks.
You ran up your room and squealed in tiny over whelmed by the growing butterflies inside your stomach.
You laid back on your back and your mind drifted back to the day when you first met him for the first time.
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You were chasing after your older sister after she accidentally broke your night light. It was a precious gift and she broke it and even tried to hide it from you.
You were angry and chasing after her wearing your white Mary Janes shoes. It was tiring you out. She ran into a little crowded place.
You throw your bag at her thinking it will for sure hit her head but it landed on another person's. You panicked when a very buff man turned around. You recognise their uniform.
Ebara Commercial High. You cursed underneath your breathe when one of them came closer to you almost trapping you in between their arms against the wall.
"Oi Fujin! Leave my sister alone!" you heard a girl's voice and it turned out to be your sister. You look at her direction to see your sister pushing the boy away.
You looked at her in disbelief and also feared that he might do something to her but surprisingly he didn't. He scratched his neck "I didn't know she ie your sister. Sorry"
You stood there like a statue not knowing what to do or say. You looked to the side to see the boy you hit picked up your cottagecore white purse and handed it to you.
You just couldn't help but stared at him a bit longer. He was beautiful and his features exactly the way you want. He was kinda intimidating, quiet and reserved just the way you want.
You shyly take your purse from him and quickly apologize. He said nothing and just stared back at you making you feel butterflies.
"Ehhh Shoji is in love" the buff guy teased making him realised what he was doing and quickly look away. You too looked away and stared at your sis demanding for an answer.
"Oh sorry! Fujin, Sameoka meet my little sister Rei and Rei meet my best friend Fujin and Sameoka" your sister introduced the two boys to you. You learnt the handsome boy's name and kept repeating insid your head.
Shoji Sameoka. You liked it. No you loved it. But you still wonder how your well mannered sister know these two delinquent boys. But you decided to shut up for now.
When you reached back home, you learnt your sweet sister were not that sweet and innocent as everyone thinks she was. She always was involved in gang fights with other school.
And she is known around the area for being brutal towards her enemy and the reason why your bullies (yes apparantly you used to get bullied) stop picking on you was because of your sister.
You were shocked to find that out and you were the only person who didn't know about this. You were sad to be the last person to find out.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" you asked sadly.
"What I do is dangerous and you knowing this might endanger you so yeah sorry" your sister said.
"Hmmpht whatever"
"Anyway since you found out do you want to like hang out with us next time?" she asked
"Us?"
"Me, you, Fujin, Sameoka and Raijin. We can hang out together now that you know" she said sitting down.
"What? With that boy? Oh no that's a bad idea" you stood up panicked.
"Why? You like that boy? If you do, I can set you up with him" she said nonchalantly like it's so easy.
And without you even agreeing, you were now in their hangout place with your sister dragging you.
"Oh come on! It will be fun" she kept dragging you but she was stronger so you couldn't even pulled your hands away from her grasps.
Here you were sitting beside Shoji and your sister, Fujin and Raijin were working on their muscles while you had to sit beside the man who made your heart race faster.
Shoji was reading some magazine while you were getting bored. You wished you had brought some books to kill some time. You pulled out your phone, opening instagram and watching reels.
Suddenly you had the urge to watch the man sitting beside you and when you turned your head around, he was already looking at you. You made eye contact longer than 4 seconds before pulling away.
Unfortunately your sister saw it and winked at you and even mouthed "I'll help you". You shook your head aggressively but she already decided what to do.
She suddenly proposed the idea to eat some spicy chicken and with coke and since you both were free, they decided to sent you two.
You were an E and always loves to make new friends and was bubbly but right now, you were so shy and nervous to make a first move. But you had to if you want to be a bit closer to him.
"Hey I'm R-" before you could even finished your sentence he cut you off.
"I know" and entered a chicken place leaving you all sad and sulky. Nonetheless you followed him inside and looked at the menu.
"Let's ge-" again being cut off when he stood up to order what he want. You were left feeling shy and awkward.
He sat down on a table waiting for the order. You too followed his action. You wanted to still try your luck "Do you often come here?"
He stood up to get the order "Let's go".
You quietly followed him "I-I think you should go alone. I don't think I can make it"
He stared hard at you and sighed. "Okay if that's what you want"
He turned around and left. You were left feeling very sad. Later that day when your sister found out, she almost ran out to beat him up.
She talked to Fujin later at night about why Shoji was acting up. "He says he just need a little time to open up to you so don't lose your hope too early and plus the boys are willing to help you"
You hope that was the case and not the other way around. You didn't want him to not like you cause you genuinely liked Sameoka. Like who doesn't?
The next day, without Shoji knowing the four of you made a plan how to bring you both closer. And it was finally time to act according to the plan but your period caught up.
Now all your hormones were acting up and you started feeling shit after being ignored by Shoji on Instagram. You suddenly lose hope and didn't want to go hang out.
Fujin had to carry you to the place and when Shoji saw you being close to you, be couldn't stand it. To be honest, Sameoka liked you too but he didn't know how to act around you so he ignored you.
Which he felt like shit after doing it. You both were again sent on an errand to get ice cream alone and when he avoided your questions, you felt your eyes getting teary.
You grabbed the hem of his shirt in tiny. He looked at you and panicked when he saw the tears forming in your eyes.
"Do you hate me?...." you sob. He quickly came near you. "No. I don't. What made you think like that?" boy let his intrusive thoughts won and wipe the tears off your cheeks.
You looked up at him and hugged his waist. The poor boy freeze not knowing what to do or act. He didn't move as long as you were hugging him.
You realised what you were doing and pushed him off. You muttered "sorry" softly to him and if he weren't listening, no one would have heard it. He cleared his throat and hold your hand and started walking.
You blushes so hard and when you reach there, no one pointed it out as they were so happy to see their plan worked and neither you two realised both were holding hands.
After that day you and him became closer and even made plans seperately making the three sad. In the short period of time, he had become your closest friend but he wanted you to be a bit more closer than a friend.
He absolutely hates it when you talk bout other guys in front of him. And if anyone dare to make you cry, he went all the way to make them regret messing with his girl.
One time he came to you covered in bruises and cuts all over his face and lips. You asked him to sit down to apply some ointment on his wounds.
He was staring into your soul when you were busy mending his wounds, you didn't even notice his face being so close to yours.
He tried so hard to not let his intrusive thoughts win but he did and locked your lips with his. You froze but after a few seconds gave in. He started slow and steady and you melted into his mouth.
You felt his hand slowly skim up against your leg on your thigh squeezing a little. You knew that if you continue, it could lead you somewhere else so you softly pushed him.
"Let me court you Rei. Give me a chance" he said kissing your hand. You felt a whole of butterflies in the pit of your stomach.
You pursed your lips together trying to take in all the events that took place in the short amount of time.
"Please?" he nearly beg at you. You shyly said yes before stealing a quick peck from him. He smiled and wrapped his hands around your waist before pulling you up to sit on his lap and kisses you.
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scarletnakazato · 15 days
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Shingo Shoji - Love Killer
• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 12,470. • Synopsis: In which Shingo is shown the love he deserves and Takeshi fookin' learns that no one gets between Shoji and his girl. • Note: Finally back in the Initial D game, here's my first big comeback in over FOUR years. More importantly, my fanfic partner in crime, DistanceYourselfFromMyProximity on AO3 deserves a HUGE fucking shoutout for helping me beyond all rational reason with the ideas for this fic and my soon to come future ones as well. The sheer amount of hate fuck love she's got for this beaked nose MF is truly fascinating along with her own fics. Thank you bestie for the inspiration and getting my motivation back to write for this severely underrated fandom! <3
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The NightKids were sitting in a booth at the local late-night restaurant they frequented. Shingo took the spot closest to the window, being able to hang an arm over the ledge of the windowsill and set his knee on the booth to sit angular like he usually does. Takeshi sat directly across from him, the rest of the group taking the outer spots. 
As the other members of the team ordered some coffees for everyone, one of them brought up the topic of what they think is going to happen at the race they’re attending tonight. As the NightKids top two racers sipped their caffeine in relative peace, one of them looked to Shingo. 
“Say, man, you’ve been teaching your girl how to drive with the gumtape right? How’s she doing with it?” 
“Pretty well. She’s at least used to the layout of FFs so adjusting to the tape and only steering at high speeds with one hand is about the only thing she’s got some resistance to. She’s also got some hesitance on the left foot braking, so she’s been going up to Myogi damn near every night just to drive around and get used to that before anything else.” His voice kept its usual raspy, hoarseness to it, almost retaining the snarky-ness as well, but if one were to listen hard enough, they’d pick up on traces of sincerity and genuine pride. 
He wouldn’t go into further detail about the way she’s had quite a few instances of slowing down too much before a turn and getting spooked about losing control too easily, especially in her boyfriend’s car. He’d always watch her movements and when she’d tense her arms before a turn, he’d lightly place his right hand on the wheel as she turned, helping her make it through and add slight pressure to turn the wheel either further in or out depending on what was needed. After successfully making it through a turn he’d go back to rest his head on his hand that was leant against the passenger door as he continued to watch her. Shingo would give little compliments on something she aced or her smooth shifting and braking along with his occasional interjections of advice on what to do or how to handle something coming up. 
He wasn’t going to throw her into the fray of learning something as dangerous as gumtape driving by wrapping her whole hand. He started very small, simply wrapping the tape around the wheel and her hand once then again to have one layer of tape around her wrist. It gave her enough pressure to not move her hand away but was also light enough to pull away with enough force if needed suddenly. 
The day she asked him to teach her how to do it even after his self-induced wreck with the 8-6 made him feel something inside. Something... warm. He felt needed at that moment. He had enough trouble dealing with and trying to come to terms with himself in things he couldn’t control. The way he’d get made fun of in school for his allergies, his voice, appearance, and especially his nose made him grow up bitter and spiteful. 
Somewhere, somehow, fate decided to throw (Y/N) his way. He could remember the night she asked if he was single and wanted to go on a date as vividly as if he was re-living that moment a year and a half ago. He still felt bad about giving her some attitude, accepting with, “Fine, but don’t expect much out of it.” She still left with a smile that night. 
The day of their date, he stared at himself in the mirror for hours. He couldn’t decide how to style his hair or if it was better to just leave it messy. He never had the right clothes for something remotely nice. Just plain t-shirts, baggy pants and hoodies. He hated himself so much that day he almost skipped the date. But the want - the need to have someone next to him - won that war and he showed up fifteen minutes late. Luckily, she was still there. He found her sitting near the window of the restaurant she mentioned, sipping her drink so prettily. He could see her red lipstick from the car and was even more captivated when he walked in, seeing the deep red dress she wore, black heels to match. 
God, she was gorgeous, he thought. What chance did he have to score her? When she laid eyes on his form approaching, dressed in black, the only shade of red to be found on him was the laces of his shoes and his ears which were hidden under his hair (to his luck). She greeted him with a smile as if he wasn’t late at all. She complimented his outfit choice along with his tousled hair, from a previous small breakdown, saying he had that bad boy look going on and she dug it. He kept his usual tough attitude, replying that it wasn’t anything special and tried to play it off. He cussed himself out mentally, calling himself an idiot for being rude and thinking this was the start and end to the happiness he could have had. Instead, she simply giggled and nodded, changing the topic to ask about his car and his racing team. 
With that, their date flew by, and he found himself impressed with her car knowledge and the fact she wanted a Civic of her own and was looking at her options for different models. He found himself rambling on about his car and his skills and she listened with interest, leaning forward slightly as she munched on her food. Nodding along with him occasionally, she’d mention things she wanted to learn once she gets her car and get good enough to join a team. “Maybe good enough to snag a place on yours?” she’d questioned with a giggle. 
During their time that night Shingo hadn’t felt so relaxed in a long while. About halfway through the time they spent at the restaurant he got a sense that she wasn’t judging him or trying to dig into him for information that he didn’t want to give. It was nice for a change. He wouldn’t take no for an answer when she kept asking if she could at least pay for her half of the bill, or at least pay him back. All Shingo replied with as he put the cash on the tray and met her eyes was, “Just be quiet and look pretty.” He let out a small, amused hum when she cut herself off, blushing at his words and avoiding his gaze. 
Shingo offered to drive her home to which she gladly accepted, wanting to see what it was like inside of his car. She admired the way he glided smoothly through gears and steered as if the car was an extension of himself. Completely in tune. The rumble of the engine and exhaust created a calming background noise. Her attempts at subtly looking over at him were mediocre at best. Always turning her head slightly to get a better look at him was easily noticed. 
He didn’t want to say anything, however. It felt nice that someone wanted to look at him for more than just conversation. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was also looking to gauge if she truly liked him or not. Sure, she was looking at him all night while they talked, but now that he had to focus more on driving, she could think about that option with a side profile of himself. 
What he didn’t know however was the fact she was admiring how he was both cute and hot with that curved nose of his. The way it smoothly and subtly curved outward, the thinness of it made it appear more beaked. It was cute watching him scrunch his nose while he talked about something that annoyed him, like the leader of his team. It fit him so well, along with the small upward curve at the outside corners of his eyes. It gave them the illusion of being permanently half-lidded, as if he was always glaring, annoyed, or tired. 
Minutes later, he pulled onto the shoulder of the road in front of her house. She gathered her bag and opened the door before turning towards him. “Thank you for tonight, you were great.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lower bridge of his nose, just above the tip before hopping out of the car and quickly heading inside, cheeks red. Shingo sat there for a solid minute, stunned by her small action. He could feel heat where her lips were for only a split second and lightly rubbed at that spot, before shaking his head and pulling back onto the road. His face felt like it was on fire and the quick image of her kissing his nose replayed in his mind the whole way home. 
Shingo snaps out of his daydream when he hears snapping in front of him, locking eyes with the guy next to him. “You good, man? Spaced out for a solid couple minutes there.” 
“Yeah, yeah, just thinkin’.” He waved him off, taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. “Y’all wanna head out or what?” He threw back the rest of the coffee like he was taking a shot of alcohol, looking ready to leave. Everyone nodded in agreement, leaving their share of the payment before returning to their cars. Eventually reaching the top of Myogi, passing through dozens of spectators, Shingo pulled away from his team’s single-file line after finding his girlfriend’s black EG6 and parking next to it. 
He caught her talking with her best friend near the vending machine, both laughing and making hand gestures about whatever it was they were likely gossiping about while sipping on canned coffee. He noticed Takeshi walking over to the two girls, seeing as he parked closest to them. They appeared to be greeting him nicely, her friend waving and (Y/N) giving him a nod. 
The way Nakazato seemed to be focusing his attention on Shingo’s girl more over her friend was starting to piss him off. As if Shingo and Takeshi didn’t have enough beef with each other, now the guy wanted to chat up his girlfriend like the most casual thing in the world? Shingo was always the one who would watch how girls admired him like he was as big a hotshot as Ryosuke and Keisuke Takahashi. They’d watch him with hearts in their eyes and if any even tried to talk to him he’d always be polite about it. That only made the girls fall for him more and act like they made a fan club in Takeshi’s name. 
They put him on such a high pedestal that it left Shingo feeling like he was at the bottom of the totem pole, despite being the NightKids second best racer. All the time and effort he had to dedicate, the sweat and blood he put into perfecting his techniques felt like jack shit compared to the way people admired and complimented Takeshi. Even guys respected Nakazato’s skill and the only things people would spread about Shingo was his deadly driving style, which he loved as it gave him an intimidating aura, then to a laughingstock after his loss with the 8-6. It was back to square one with the name calling, the jokes, the insults, all of it. Even after Takeshi lost to the 8-6, it was spread around that the Black Lightning of Myogi lost to an 80’s Corolla, but he was still deemed as an excellent driver and had people surprised someone as good as Takeshi could lose. 
Shingo, though? Almost everyone had their bets on the 8-6. 
The only person who truly backed him was his girl. The night before that race they had lied in bed together and she brought up all the ideas she could to help him put together strategies if his main one didn’t work. The frequent accentuations of telling him to be careful with the gumtape and to memorize the pass for less of a chance of a fuck up. 
He thought back to that race as he sat on the hood of his car, his eyes still trained on Takeshi and (Y/N) a distance away but turning into a zoned-out expression. 
All she ever did was look out for him, help him with ways to improve and get better. And what did he do? Rammed himself into a guardrail like an idiot. He didn’t expect anyone to come looking for him after he wrecked and the Trueno continued onward. When he saw the headlights of Iketani’s S13 turn around the corner, and the SpeedStars rushing to check on him, Shingo felt pathetic. He had never been so embarrassed or ashamed in his life and it was his own fault. The humiliation was extraordinary. 
He didn’t have the nerve to look them in the eyes after talking such a big game about beating the 8-6. With how forgiving Iketani and his team were about taking him to the hospital and explaining that it’s the racer’s code to look out for one another, opponent or not, Shingo only thought of how disappointed and livid (Y/N) was going to be if she heard about it. When she heard about it. He couldn’t keep it from her. He didn’t want her hearing about his fuck up through rumours and other people’s words. She deserved to hear it from him straight up. 
Holding his wrist in pain, he looked out at the city beyond the pass, asking Iketani to “make a call on one of their cells real quick.” Kenji handed him a phone and he dialed her number. 
She couldn’t make it to his race because she had gone to visit family after not seeing them for some time and they planned a gathering. He understood completely. He may have been somewhat jealous she had as loving a family as she did, but when she introduced him to them, they treated him like one of their own. Sure, his parents were fine and treated him right, but he noticed that Western families show more love and appreciation for one another, and their children more than Japanese families do. They outwardly say “I love you” to her, meanwhile his parents never did, but still showed their affection and love in different, smaller ways. Still, it never felt thorough to Shingo. 
With each ring of the phone as he waited for her pick up, his dread rose even further until it cut off and she answered with a slightly confused “Hello?” 
“Hey, babe… it’s me.” He said somewhat quietly, facing away from the other guys, even though they gave him space to talk privately. “You okay? Did something happen?” He let out a short breath through his nose, the smallest of smiles on his face knowing she could see, and hear, right through him. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright pretty much. Race didn’t end well and I… I uh wrecked. A bit.” His face, red as his Civic and hot in shame, his eyes diverting to the road. 
“What? How? What happened? Are you hurt?” she questioned quickly, not waiting for a reply as she grabbed her car keys, and he could hear them on the other end of the phone. 
“Baby, it’s okay, you don’t need to come over here, I just fucked up my wrist a bit. I just… didn’t want you to find out from other people spreading rumours and shit. Felt like you deserve to know right away.” His voice held a sad, depressive tone, his eyes falling on the beat up Civic not even ten feet away. Shingo was terrified that if she saw his car and knew it was his fault that he wanted to play dirty, he’d lose her in an instant. Everything they had - he had - would be gone in moments and he’d be alone again. 
“You still on Akina?” She asked, some metal sounds clanking in the background of the phone and some voices he couldn’t make out any sentences to. “Yeah. It was gonna take me a bit to move the car and uh-” 
“Good. Stay there, I’ll be over in thirty minutes.” Before he could ask or even reply she hung up just as the sound of her car turned on. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, unsure of what was going to happen when she arrived. Handing the phone back to Kenji, he told them that his girlfriend was on the way, and it was best he stayed there to wait for her, adding that they didn’t need to wait with him. 
He felt like a fool enough being a royal dick to them, wanting to dig his own grave just to crawl into it when they said they don’t mind waiting with him and can help clean up the leaking oil and broken pieces of his light fixtures. They assured him he could chill out and take it easy on his arm, so they handled the oil leak from the Civic’s front end then brushed up the busted headlight and taillight pieces with a small brush Iketani kept in the S13 for his interior. 
Shingo was trying his best to keep the second stream of tears from flowing in front of the guys. Sitting sideways in the passenger seat of his civic, legs hanging out of the doorway as his hands rested on his lap, he soon heard the distant rumbling of a Civic engine. Shingo and the SpeedStars raised their heads at the noise, seeing his girlfriend pull up in front of the battered red Civic and stopping, as if taking in the damage. 
She lays eyes on Shingo who looks completely defeated. She notices how he doesn’t look up at her car after the initial attention of who was approaching. 
Iketani jogs over to the driver's side, and she rolls down her window. “Hey! He doesn’t seem as bad as the crash looks. Seems like just his wrist is banged up and the car isn’t drivable. He had an oil leak somewhere in the front, but we cleaned up the mess, so others won’t run over it.” 
“Right. Thank you for that, sorry about the trouble.” She replied, grateful but somber. “I got a trailer with me so I can take his car with us.” Iketani nodded and offered his and Kenji’s help with setting up the trailer in front of the EG. Once done, she connected a hook to the Civic to be pulled by a motor and onto the trailer. Shingo could barely watch the depressing sight as he stood there, feeling like a fish out of water. 
With the Civic strapped to the trailer and the guys helping (Y/N) turn around to face the downhill she called for Shingo to get in the car, thanking the SpeedStars once more for the help before they headed back to the S13. She turned toward Shingo, seeing him struggle to click the seatbelt into place. Gently taking it from him, she settled him in before gently taking his right arm and lifting it to inspect the damage. 
She noticed him wince slightly before asking, “What happened, Shin?” she averted her gaze back down to his wrist, seeing the traces of bruising becoming slowly apparent. It took him a minute before he hesitantly answered with a quiet, “It was the gumtape deathmatch… it’s not that bad, I’ll be fine…” 
She hummed in thought at his words. Gently releasing his arm, she put the car in gear and started down the pass. The more she drove down the windy road of Akina, the more she realized, “Something doesn’t add up, Shingo. I’ve seen you do this so many times before and you’ve never done this; you’re too good for that, you’ve said it yourself you’ve trained for hours upon hours to master it, whether it's on Myogi or somewhere else. What really happened?” her tone was light, knowing he wasn’t in the best state now, and she’s never seen him so defeated before. She sees him slouch into the seat more out of her peripheral vision, making himself smaller. 
Making it to the bottom of the pass and catching a stoplight, she takes the chance to turn towards him, looking him in his eyes that almost appear… guilty? She didn’t know for sure. “What did you do, Shin? This isn’t like you.” Her tone turned concerned. She’s only ever witnessed her man like this once and that was over a year ago. She had to know what happened at that race. 
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, brokenly. Even after the light had changed colour and the car moved once more, it’s all he could say. Like a broken record on repeat. She was beginning to get scared at what had made him so terrified. Was the crash that bad? The only damage was to the lights along with a leak somewhere. It couldn’t have been that traumatizing. The guardrail looked stable and sturdy, barely a dent in it. 
“Hey, hey, I’m not angry baby, okay? I just want to know what happened. You did something, that much is clear, but you need to tell me what that was. I mean, sure I may be pissed some because I could have lost you. If that guardrail was the least bit weak where you hit it, it could have broken apart and you’d be dead. I don’t want- I can’t even think about what that would’ve looked like if that rail broke on you. But… I understand that these kinds of dangers come with racing, especially on narrow mountain courses. It rough and scary, I know, and that’s why I’m trying to be as understanding as I can here, so just bear with me, alright?” 
The thoughts racing through Shingo’s mind had him lost and confused. Shaking his head at her words, he didn’t know what to say or how to say it. ‘Even after all I’ve done and put her through, she still cares about me? Heh…bullshit Shingo, the minute I tell her anything she’d leave, fuckin’ run away, and be repulsed just at the sight o’ me.’ He thought to himself. 
Jolted from his thoughts at a gentle squeeze on his bicep, he sees the entrance to a hospital. “C’mon, let's get your wrist looked at. Can’t go home like this.” She unclicked his belt for him and got out of the car. He sighed deeply, the guilt weighing all the heavier on him now. The overbearing weight on his shoulders had them drooping down in reality. They silently walked together into the hospital as she checked him in with the receptionist. The visit was short, having had a quick X-ray done and his hand and wrist wrapped in a cast then arm situated in a sling. He felt pathetic beyond all rational reason. The mere fact his girl had to see him like this on top of it all was indescribable. 
He tried to hide the small tears that once again escaped the corners of his eyes once they reached her car. The sight of his Civic sitting on the trailer hurts his heart. But once again, the mere idea of her leaving him once all hell breaks loose at his inevitable explanations is going to damage his soul. The drive to their apartment was silent, but not entirely tense. He was both grateful and dreading the fact they arrived home quickly. Each step up the stairs felt heavier than the last and he glanced up at his girlfriend in front of him for a split second before his eyes glued themselves to the floor once again, a silent sigh leaving his lips. 
Entering the apartment and hearing (Y/N) lock the door felt more trap-like than anything. ‘No escaping it now,’ he thought. A gentle hand landed on his upper back, silently guiding him to their bedroom where she motioned for him to sit on the bed. Sitting on her side, she crossed her legs and faced him as his back rested uncomfortably against the wall. He felt wrong for leaning back so casually in a time like this, but he couldn’t find it in himself to have the strength to sit up. 
“Talk to me, Shingo. Please. I haven’t seen you like this in so long, it’s honestly starting to scare me. What’s worrying you so much?” she asked, a long pause in-between before she added a “You know what…” and his heart sank. 
“How about we start from the beginning? From the start of the race up to right now, okay?” she eyed him almost desperately. The sight of him like this, so weak and vulnerable, tore at her heartstrings. She felt slightly relieved when he nodded his head lightly. He inhaled, mouth slightly open as if to speak, but pausing for a moment, thinking of how to put his words together before she finally heard him speak in over an hour, “The race started out fine. Up until that corner. I guess- I got too full of myself. Thought I was some invincible guy who could finally beat the 8-6 and… when I realized I wasn’t going to, like everyone else, I figured it would’ve been better to protect my pride over just losing a race.” 
When he paused, she cut the silence with “And what method did you use to try and protect your pride?” 
“If I couldn’t win, I didn’t want Fujiwara to, either. So…” he raised his good hand to his head, hiding half his face with it and his fingers grip into the loose strands of his hair as he started to shake a bit, more tears threatening to fall in guilt and fear, “I was gonna have both of us wreck. I fucked that up big time. Being wrapped up in my head I didn’t see the right turn coming up and swung left. Missed the 8-6 completely, grinded the side of the car against the guardrail and clipped it. Ended up ricocheting off it and rear-ended the guardrail.” By now the man before her had tears streaming down his cheeks. He waited for the laughing or the yelling to start about how much of an idiot he was, that he never learns, never thinks about the consequences. 
However, that never came. She scooted closer to him sitting to the left of his legs. “Never do that again, do you understand me?” Her tone was firm but, in a way, still gentle, still caring. He nodded quickly, taking in the feeling of her running her hand along his good arm, giving it reassuring squeezes. This continued for several minutes as she mulled over his racing tactics. Something about it seemed familiar. Like she’d heard of some other racer going around and bumping into cars. Specifically, any that weren’t FF layouts… “Shingo?” 
“Mhmm.” He hummed weakly. “Remember a while back when I asked you about that rumour of someone in a Civic that went around tapping other people’s bumpers? That was you, wasn’t it?” The way she asked told him she knew the answer to that question. She could practically see him deflate when she figured it out. “Don’t do that Shingo.” She made him look up at her, her hand holding his chin. “You can’t fool me completely. Or at least not for long. Who else in Gunma drives a red Civic?” 
He looks into her eyes for the first time in hours and it makes him want to cry harder. The way the moonlight bounces off them and brightens them as they stare at him so softly, so lovingly despite all the bullshit he’s done. “I didn’t want you to know that part of me. I know I’m an ass, I know I do stupid things…” he hiccupped, his chest beginning to tremble once more, “but the day you asked me about that I just couldn’t risk losing you to something I’ve done. Of being repulsed by me.” 
His sobbing only got worse the longer he had to confess and explain himself, even with (Y/N) trying to be as understanding as possible and seeing her man so beat up about some racing moves hurt her at the sight. Sure, they’re dirty tricks, but no one’s gotten hurt, and she has heard of others who have pulled far more life-endangering tactics than this. The fact he’s getting worse is largening her concern by the minute. Lightly cupping his face to get his attention, he just shakes his head, staring past her, repeating “I can’t say anymore, I can’t,” his voice cracking like a scratched record. 
She asks why with such a heartbroken expression on her soft face. “Cause I’ll lose you if I do.” His voice cracks and he finally caved in when she hugged him tightly, being mindful of his bad arm. Her hold is tight. Protective. Reassuring. Loving. “I’m not going anywhere Shingo.” (Y/N)’s voice even began to crack as she teared up at the utter despair she was witnessing. Using his good arm, he pulls her on top of him as best as possible to hug her in a straightened position. His head drops onto her shoulder as he shakes, sobbing almost violently. 
Her fingers run soothingly through his hair in attempt to calm him down when he chokes out “I’m such a fucking idiot, I can’t even hold you properly. So fucking pathetic.” She didn’t say anything, instead shaking her head against the side of his and resting her hand protectively at the back of it. After a while his sobs and shakes died down slowly until there were none left. Having worn himself out from crying he fell asleep in her arms. Gently pulling away from him, she slowly lied him down comfortably in bed, covering him and lightly adjusting his arm. She ghosted her thumbs over his face, wiping away the nearly dried tears and smoothing out his features to relax. 
She quickly did her nightly routine, changing into comfortable sleeping clothes before joining him, lightly hooking her leg over his out of habit. She must make up for the physical touch somehow since she can’t cuddle up against his bad arm. Falling asleep rather quickly from the whole ordeal allowed for an easy sleep until morning. 
Being the first to wake, she made coffee, bringing two mugs and water with her. Setting them on the nightstand beside her, she climbed back into bed, watching how peacefully her boyfriend was sleeping with small sips. She was halfway done with her first cup when he finally stirred awake, his normally half lidded eyes, even more closed than usual, but open nonetheless, met hers. His eyebrows contorted in confusion when he processed that she was still here. 
“Hi baby.” She smiled at him, taking a sip of her coffee. “Feeling a little better?” 
“I guess.” He sat up, a leg bent on the bed and the other arched over it. His left elbow rested on his arched knee, his arm hanging limply outward. “Didn’t think you’d still be here.” His voice was hoarse yet quiet. 
“Of course I would. I told you; I’m not leaving. This isn’t the end of the world, Shin. We all fuck up big time at some point. Don’t beat yourself up so much over this. Everything that happened, it’s fixable, it’s replaceable, nothing was truly lost, alright? Now, here, drink this, you sound like a dying horse.” She spoke light-heartedly, handing him a bottle of water after unscrewing the cap. “I have work today in a little bit, so I set up some stuff for you to make it easy on your arm. Don’t try and do anything big around here, ‘kay?” She took his head in her free hand and pressed a kiss on his forehead before going to get ready. 
He watched her go about her routine as if the events of last night never happened. It was both relieving and confusing to him. Ever the enigma, she was. He wanted to believe so badly that she was right, and it was fine to just let it go. But the weighing feeling of having let her down so heavily, having been so stupid for something that could’ve been easily avoided, nagged at the back of his mind continuously. 
He was so lost in thought he barely noticed her come back in to say goodbye, leaving with another loving kiss on his nose and exiting their apartment. When Shingo heard her car start, he turned his head towards the window, seeing her drive off with his own Civic still in tow. She knew he wanted it fixed, but that was going to cost a fortune at this rate. Having to stop work for his injury was going to cut his paychecks off for a while and she was the backbone of everything now. 
He never thought the consequences of one crash would be so large and affect them for so long. This continued for weeks. Yet she remained as understanding and loving as ever. Over time, his mental state was getting better, albeit slowly. His arm was healing well, only having it wrapped with firm bandages a little over a month later. He was at least able to make himself a bit more useful, keeping their place tidy and making most of the dinner for them by the time she got home. She’d always perch her head on his shoulder, watching him cook as her arms wrapped around his middle comfortably. 
“Y’know babe,” she’d start, Shingo knowing what she’d say next as she’s repeated at least once a week since he’s been stuck at home, “You’d make a nice househusband, hmmm?” she’d nudge his side just under the ribs knowing he was a bit ticklish there. He’d jerk at the feeling as she giggled, and he’d groan that she got him again. She’d peck his cheek quickly before scurrying off to shower and change. 
Over the duration of Shingo’s recovery, she had been as patient as she could with him, to help him see himself how she sees him, that he’s loved and to help him come to terms with his mistakes. She knew he still wasn’t in a good mindset and felt a bit guilty that a girl has her needs. She was hoping she could at least get him into it enough that she could also show him physically how much she loves him rather than saying the same words over and over through explanations. He needed to see it, feel it to understand. 
As they sat in bed, (Y/N) reading a manga quietly while Shingo leant against the headboard next to her, spaced out once more, she decided to take the chance to test the waters. Silently shutting the book and placing it on the nightstand, she turned towards her boyfriend, hooking her leg over his in their usual manner. Hugging him sideways, an arm wrapped behind his back and the other in front, she placed light kisses on his neck. She could feel him tense, and she stopped, resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him. 
“Why would you still want to do that with me?” His voice was flat, unsure of what emotions he should be feeling. 
“Because. You’re my man and I chose you. And after these past weeks I feel it’s time for me to show you, properly, and remind you how much I love you, in all aspects… if you’ll let me?” she placed a gentle kiss on his jaw, giving his bicep and side a comforting squeeze. He responds hesitantly, his good hand resting lightly on her waist, scared that if he presses any further, she’ll vanish. “I don’t get it. How can you even want me like this after… that.” 
“Because I want to see you race again. I want to see that serious, focused look in your eyes as you haul ass down that pass. The way your arms flex and tense with shifting, turning the wheel, and just how much to use the handbrake. I wanna chase you again with our runs. I especially want you chasing me. That intimidating aura you and the car give off; it sends chills down me, Shin.” She mimics the chills effect by running her fingers down his chest and stomach, feeling him tense the muscles there. 
“Remember what you were like when you had that adrenaline? That sexy ass smirk you’d put on when you had a challenger. The way your voice got growly when you wanted to prove people wrong.” Her hands lightly traced along his neck, roaming to each place of him that she described. Her fingers left a trail of heat in their wake. Shingo shivered slightly when her fingers travelled down to his v-line. “Remember how you’d get when you’d show off your techniques to me in your car? You couldn’t even get to the bottom of the pass before I’d tell you to pull over and shut the car off. God, you are one hot son of a bitch, Shingo.” 
Her kisses trailed down to his collarbone, kissing the exposed skin to the rim of his shirt. She felt him squeeze her waist, his wrapped hand touching the other side. “You have no idea how much I love you.” As she continued to display her affection, he was conflicted about what he really wanted. He didn’t feel that he deserved so much attention like this but when he thought back to all the previous times, he had her calling his name like a melody, and twisting and bending her in delicious ways that she’d praise him to and beg for more, he always knew he was doing something right. Even after the last few weeks of having no intimacy he craved her touch more than anything, guilt be damned. 
His carnal mind told him to throw the baggage out the window and revel in his woman, but his conscious told him to smooth things over first, end this torturous mental state and get through the pain. Maybe, just maybe, if he put himself first, decided to be a little selfish and ignore the guilt for one night, to listen to his girl’s words and take them in, try to see her point of view, he’d get through it better. His hold on her waist tightened as he made up his mind by pulling her closer, forcing her to adjust her position and straddle his thighs. 
She hummed happily, knowing he accepted her, and she was going to damn well prove to him just how fucking perfect he was. “If you ever want me to stop, just say so, alright, baby? No questions asked.” She rose her head to plant a kiss on his nose, the same way she did since their first date. He nodded lightly, his thumbs lightly rubbing into her hips. “Good boy.” She smiled warmly before leaning in to give him a proper kiss. 
The passion she put into her movements was almost overwhelming instantly. Even if he didn’t kiss back with as much vigor, she didn’t pull away, didn’t let down. Her hands travelled back down to the hem of his burgundy t-shirt, spreading her fingers out to feel his upper half in full as she pushed his shirt up, breaking the kiss to pull it off him, still being mindful of his injured wrist. 
The second his shirt fell to the floor, her lips latched back onto his, the ghostly pressure of her snake bites pressing against his soft lips pulled a light sigh out of him. He always loved the way her piercings felt on his skin, even along his neck and chest, the small red metal loops never failed to elicit those lovely sounds from his throat. The second she got the chance to slip her tongue in past his parted lips, she pressed her tongue against his, the piercing on her wet muscle earning a low moan and a firmer grip on her hips. 
Her hands dropped to the waistband of his pants, lithe fingers ghosting down and over his slowly growing length. She whispered words of praise and details of him that she found beautiful; his eyes. Attractive; his face and body, his both adorable and unexplainably hot nose, and so much more that he was melting completely under her touch. She had him sighing and whimpering so prettily, his voice whispering her name as she took her time showing him just how much she wanted him. Just as she was about to hook her fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants, their eyes met and- 
“Yo, Shingo!” Growling in annoyance, his eyes snapped over to the guy who pulled him back to reality, his cigarette bent in half as well. “What.” The man approaching him put his hands up in surrender, surprised by the sudden hostility. 
“Nothin’ man, just wanted to see how things were going. You looked pretty spaced out there.” 
“Was going fine until you brought me back to the cesspool of reality.” Shingo took a long drag of his bent cigarette before stomping it out and breathing the smoke out through his nose in an annoyed sigh. His eyes landed back on his girl and her friend, seeing Nakazato still with them. Couldn’t have been more than a few minutes that he was daydreaming for, the race hadn’t even started yet. He kept his gaze directed on the three of them, picking up on how her friend stared at Takeshi almost dreamily like she does with the Takahashi Brothers as well. (Y/N) however, had her back completely to him so he couldn’t tell, but that annoyingly soft smile Takeshi was displaying pissed him off. 
He always kind of hated deep down that Takeshi seemed to have all the looks. Didn’t have a weird nose, had a defined, angular facial structure that the girl’s would lose their shit over, how his eyebrows complimented his eye’s shape, all of it. It was annoying. Then the day he got his “sweet 3-2” it’s like he became as much a bitch magnet as the Takahashi’s. 
But when Shingo and his girl got deeper into their relationship, he was surprised at how much she’d stare at him, complimenting his features, and then winking at him with play seduction before going back to what she was doing. He came around quickly with the fact she only had eyes for him and loved the way she’d give disgusted looks to random guys who tried talking her up before she simply pointed in Shingo’s direction so he could flip them off as he took a sip of his beer if it was at a bar. He’d always pick up on the way she smirked when he’d do that, always muttering in his ear a few minutes later how his “jealousy and bad boy attitude was fucking hot.” 
Deciding he had enough of the way Takeshi kept looking over to her, Shingo called him over. “Oi, Nakazato, come here for a ‘sec.” He motioned him over with the cigarette he just lit to calm his stress. Takeshi had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind; Shingo sounded eerily calm for a change. This can’t be good. The girls looked over, hearing Shingo’s voice and (Y/N) smiled at him with a little wave of her fingers before turning her attention back to her friend who’s now leaning an arm on her shoulder and pointing across the street at something. 
Takeshi approached Shingo, his hands in his pockets as he gave the Civic driver a nod in acknowledgement. “What’s up?” 
“Don’t you have anything better to do than hit up my girl?” Shingo gave him a pointed look of annoyance, his eyebrows arched as his eyes looked upward but his head barely moving, giving off a stronger aura of intimidation. 
“You know she’s on our team, Shingo. The least I can do is be nice and strike up some conversation like I do with the rest of the guys.” 
“You don’t give the guys that interested look you’ve been giving her for the last few minutes.” He paused, taking another drag of his cigarette, his tone remaining lower than usual, even with all the people chatting about. He didn’t want to draw attention and make a scene, potentially embarrassing his girlfriend if he had some outburst. Nah, this was strictly between him and Takeshi. 
“Listen, I’m not trying to start some kind of split or anything with you two, I’m just interested in her potential as a racer. You’ve been teaching her the gumtape techniques, right? I was surprised she’s been learning it quickly and having to retrain herself in her braking style. ‘Mean... I have been curious how you scored her anyway; I was going to ask her that...” The R32 driver scratched the back of his somewhat bashfully, his cheeks a faint pink. 
“Why the hell do you care so much about how I got her?” Shingo’s signature snarky tone resonated through his throat. Little did Takeshi know; it was her who got Shingo. 
“Uh, no reason really… just,” Takeshi looked away, slightly embarrassed, “she’s hot you know? And talented.” 
“Of course, I know she’s hot, dumbass, she’s my girlfriend.” He glared at Nakazato, not liking the idea of him staring at his woman so much. “So, if you’re done staring, which you should have been ages ago, why don’t you go try to pick up some other chick that ain’t my woman, huh.”  He snarled possessively. “Out of all the chicks around here that admire and fawn over you cause you’re ‘so talented’ and have a ‘cool car’ you have to lay your eyes on my girl?” 
Shingo noticed the way Takeshi side-eyed the road underneath them, (Y/N) did something similar when she knew she had been caught for something, whether it was for something light-hearted and playful or something serious. Shingo scoffed, “Seriously man? You seem to have all the women at your feet around here like you’re one of the fuckin’ RedSuns. Fuck, bro, you even have a thing for Sayuki even if she doesn’t like you and is a royal pain in the ass, can’t you go for someone else that isn’t (Y/N)?”  He took another inhalation of his cigarette, this time quicker with an angry inhale and exhale. 
“I’ll be damned if she has even the slightest notion of wanting to go for you. Just because you half-assedly gel your hair, listen to the same music bitches around here dig, and drive that shitty ass R32 doesn’t mean you can just walk in thinking you can win over my woman, got it?” he snarled viciously. He was seething and Takeshi could feel it rolling off the man in waves. Even his Civic, that sat silently, which he was sitting on the hood of seemed to be radiating a heavy form of malice that sent shivers down his spine. It was the same malicious aura Shingo and his ride radiated before the wreck and he still tapped bumpers. 
Despite the chilling waves he was getting from Shingo and his car, Takeshi could pick up on the physical tenseness in the man’s muscles. His position on the hood of the Civic with his ankle sitting on his knee, rigid arms hanging over his raised leg. His head was tilted to one side slightly to get a better look at Nakazato, eyeing him up with a glare. Was Shingo really that scared of losing his girlfriend to someone else? The sheer possessiveness was also borderline protective with the words he unleashed like a spitfire. Like he was justifying reasons as to why she wouldn’t want anyone else. “Piss off Nakazato, you ain’t gettin’ her.” He said in another eerily calm tone; it was his final warning. 
“Loud and clear, man. I promise I wasn’t trying to do anything; I just admire her driving capabilities. She learns quick is all – lets uh, just drop it, yeah? Sorry for bringing it up…” he raises his hands out of his pockets in surrender. 
Just when the tension felt like it was finally going to die down and both men could get a second of peace and breathing room, one of the spectators noticed the two NightKids together. Approaching the two racers with his couple of buddies in tow, he speaks up. 
“Aye, Shingo, how ‘ya been recovering man? Heard about that run in with the 8-6 during y’all’s race. How’d you lose to that junkheap and turn your car into one in the process?” he chuckled along with his buddies, looking back at them as they did so. The asshole wasn’t quiet with his announcement, gaining the sharp attention of Shingo’s girlfriend, not even fifty feet away. She watched silently, her head nearly turned all the way around while her body stayed put, like an owl stalking its prey without moving. As the idiot kept talking about Shin’s most recent fuck ups, she silently handed her coffee to her friend, turning fully and slowly stalking over with dark eyes, upper half and tilted head almost unmoving in contrast to her strides. The three men still cackling didn’t notice her at first until she stood right next to one of the guys on the left of the ‘leader’ of the group. 
Feeling a presence next to him, he looked over to see a girl dressed in all black consisting of a punkish jacket, ripped jeans and combat boots, jumping back towards his friends at the sudden appearance. Her lip rings glinting red from the streetlamps and belt chains glistening and clinking slightly as she adjusted her hands in her pockets. Her eyes were narrow and dark, head tilted ominously as she stared up at them much like Shingo did to Takeshi. Being shorter than them in height, she found it to be a useful fear tactic. A few strands of her hair landed on her cheek, partially covering her eye. What freaked them out further was the fact she hadn’t blinked since she made eye contact with them. Her unblinking eyes then flicked to the so-called leader of the trio, daring him to speak. 
Meanwhile, Shingo and Takeshi watched from the side. Takeshi could feel her silent anger, it nearly mimicked the same that came off Shingo not moments earlier. Shingo, however, smiled with amusement. The way these assholes talked a lot of shit, acting like the hottest motherfuckers around, only to start shitting themselves at his short goth girlfriend. Deep down he was grateful she always acted quickly to defend him. 
“Would you be so kind as to fucking repeat that again? I’d love to hear it once more only to cut you off as I castrate those pathetic things you call balls. With. A. Spoon.” Her tone was low, deep, and her speech eerily proper for such an insult. She smiled at them, and they could’ve called it innocent if not for her eyes, murderous posture, and choice of words. 
They quickly stuttered out apologies as they scrambled over each other trying to run off anywhere that wasn’t near her. Shingo stood up from his place on the hood, to come up beside her, wrapping his right arm around her back to rest his hand on the side of her hip, squeezing lightly as a silent notion to walk with him. She smiled warmly towards him, no longer holding hidden malice. Sneaking her left hand in his front right pants pocket to hold onto him they walked over to her friend who was snickering at the whole ordeal, calling them idiots and looking like deer in headlights that had enough brain cells left to run. 
When it was announced that the race was coming to an end soon and the competitors only had a few more corners to cover, Shingo leaned into his girl’s ear. “Hey baby, why don’t we head out first and turn the downhill into a practice run for ‘ya, hmm? Go set up the tape n’ our phones, yeah? I’ll catch up to you in a minute and watch your form.” Kissing the shell of her ear, he handed her his phone and his keys. She nodded excitedly, practically prancing over to their matching EGs. 
Sitting in the passenger seat of Shingo’s car she pulled the gumtape out of the glovebox cutting off two long strips. She called his phone with hers, pressing the answer button putting them both on speaker, then attaching the tape to the front of their phones, sticking his to the dashboard securely above the air vents. Doing the same to her phone in her car, she threw Shingo’s keys back at him as he reached the front of his car, talking with a few of the NightKids he was cool with. 
Glancing over to her, he gave her a small swing of his head in the direction of the downhill with a cigarette dangling between the smirk he wore. She nearly giggled to herself as she hopped in her sleek black EG. Starting the car and exiting the parking lot slowly, avoiding the spectators still present, she pulled onto the road, the ecstatic sound of her engine reverberating through the pass. Shingo finished up his small talk with the boys, putting out his cigarette and starting the car, he peeled out of the parking lot, speeding along to catch up to his girl. 
As (Y/N) cleared the first few corners she could see people on the sidelines ahead turning their heads in her direction as she sped the car around the corners and straightaways. Some commented about having never seen a black EG6 around Gunma before, let alone Myogi. After she had passed around the next corner, another Civic engine was heard, it was louder and the occasional backfire from the exhaust could be heard. The scarlet FR Killer drifted around the tight corner before recovering flawlessly, gaining speed and repeating the same maneuver. The dark aura it gave off as its headlights blinded the spectators' eyes, sent chills down their spines as they realized Shingo may not like having another EG6 to compete with locally. 
Soon, his headlights appeared in her rearview mirrors, and she sighed in relief that he finally showed up. She was starting to get nervous and felt like she was going to mess up a corner if she kept handbraking to drift like she was. It always terrified her that it was going to spin out by using the handbrake to drift instead of the wheels like everyone else. He began closing the gap quickly and she felt giddier the closer he got. 
The fact so many people were present put her under pressure as well. She braked and turned the wheel left, gripping around a corner, but slower than she did just last night. “You can take these corners a little faster baby, you’ll be fine.” She heard Shingo’s voice softly say from her phone’s speaker. Looking in her mirror again she saw his headlights getting bigger and could make out a bit of red. 
“I know… this many people here are making me nervous… feel like I’m gonna fuck up. And the drifting still bothers me.” She sighed out, stepping on the gas at the start of the straightaway. His lights disappeared for a split second before shining back after a drift around the corner she just passed. At this point, almost everyone still on the sidelines watched the two EGs get closer together and they felt that same bone chilling aura come off the red one. 
“Man, Shoji’s getting mad close to that other EG, you think he’s gonna tap the bumper like he does with the others?” one guy exclaimed, worried he was going to pull the move and they’d end up getting hit by the black mass of the new Civic. The word spread quickly down the pass with walkie talkies and phone calls that the NightKids second best was tailing behind the black Civic. All sorts of assumptions that he was reverting to his old ways of bumping into cars to make them lose control became the topic of the spectators. “But the black one is also an FF, it wouldn’t lose control that easily, bumped or not, right?” some would ask, others replying with, “If the driver isn’t skilled enough, anyone’s gonna spin out and lose control at a high-speed corner.” 
The mass had mixed emotions, some being excited to see the FR Killer in action, and others worried someone was going to wreck and slam into a guardrail, taking others with them. As the two civics gained on the next corner, Shingo’s front bumper was at least only a few inches away from (Y/N)’s rear. “When we drift on this corner, pull the brake gently and only about a fourth of the way up to start, push it down some then back up again to hold the drift alright, baby?” Shingo instructed and she replied with a soft “Okay.” 
They braked at the same time, entering their drifts in tandem. The crowd at the corner nearly shit themselves thinking Shingo had hit her, but someone called out with, “Holy shit, they’re drifting as close together as the Takahashi’s can!” The side of their car’s only inches apart and they recovered from the drift once again at the same time, and he held his position close behind her. Their engines roaring and growling in roughly the same tunes as they upshifted, accelerating down the short straightaway before repeating another drift. 
“Damn it. I messed up those corners, Shinnn!” she whined, complaining that her line was off slightly. She heard him chuckle at the other end, “You did fine, hot stuff. You recovered outta that pretty well. Just keep goin’, I’m right behind ‘ya.” 
“I feel like with you so close I’m gonna mess up a drift or something and take you with me. This handbrake stuff is kinda freaky, you sure we can’t drift with all the wheels like FRs if we put enough power in it to slide?” 
“Nope. The slide comes from the brake; most effective way to drift our cars, sweetheart.” She groaned once more, him chuckling at her cute complaints. 
When they reached the longest straight away of Myogi, he jerked the wheel to get in the lane beside her and line up their cars. He looked over at her, giving her one of those rare softish smirks she only ever saw when they were alone. She grinned, sticking her tongue out at him before locking eyes back on the road with a giggle. Rolling his eyes, he did the same and the crowd at the upcoming corner widened their eyes at the four headlights rapidly approaching them. “Why the hell are they next to each other now?! Neither can make a pass, the road’s too narrow here!” 
“Shingo’s pissed, isn’t he? He seriously wants this guy off his home course.” Funny how no one outside of the cars knew of the little spectacle seconds prior and that Shingo’s supposed rival was a woman, let alone his girlfriend. “You’d think he’d appreciate another FF in the area, an EG6 on top of it, but damn, he’s really gotta be the best, huh?” 
“Stay at the speed you’re goin’ and grip around the first half of this corner then pull the handbrake up almost halfway, release it, up again at a fourth, then down again. You know the wheel’s gonna give you that resistance, just keep pulling it right in small jolts, not too far though. Keep that left hand on your shifter and shift up to fifth just as you’re coming out of the corner, got it?” he instructed a bit more seriously, seeing as this was the largest corner on Myogi as well, providing the means for a longer drift. Replying with a quick “yeah,” Shingo braked first, taking his place back behind her and moving to the outside line, he copied her movements, watching her technique like a hawk and seeing her pull off a perfect drift and keeping the wheel resistance at bay beautifully. “Atta girl, baby.” he said proudly. 
She smiled at his words, shifting to fifth gear and pulling out of the corner in tandem with him. The crowd’s jaws were to the floor, slowly looking at one another in disbelief. “Why do I feel like they’re working together…?” and “Man, I’ve got chills. I thought we were gonna die for a minute” came from several people. 
Looking in her mirror, eyes landing on Shin’s Civic, she visibly relaxed. The sight of his car behind her always gave her comfort and reassurance when she was pushing her practices like this. He’s only ever bumped into her once and it helped to stabilize her when she began sliding too tightly. It was a practice night like this, no one on the pass and she started to turn into a corner too sharply, knowing she couldn’t pull herself out of it, he sped up just enough to tap the part of her bumper that was closest to him on the outside just before she started to slide and her car regained its grip on the road from straightening out some. 
Since then, knowing he’s behind her and sensing if she does something too quickly or tightly, he’s there to buffer her. It was funny knowing the mere sight of his car in others’ mirrors meant trouble but to her it was a sign that her man had her back. 
It didn’t take much longer for them to reach the end of the pass, and continue into the city, slowing down to the speed limits. They made small talk over the phone speakers, arriving home within minutes. Parking and taking the tape off their phones, they exit and lock the cars, heading up the stairs to their apartment. The second they cross the threshold of the door and the sound of it locking resonates, Shingo’s hands are on her hips, rubbing down to the back of her thighs and up to hold her ass. Squeezing the soft flesh he loves to revel in, she tilts her head up to look at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding her wrists. 
“Something on your mind, sir?” she smirked knowingly, her eyes flicking between his own and his mouth as she bit her bottom lip, one of her lip rings disappearing behind her teeth in the way that drives him crazy. 
“Call me that again and we’ll see where it gets you.” He growled, lowering his head to nip at her neck, his hands gripping the soft plush of her rear once more as she whispers his name with a drawl. Lifting her up, her legs instinctively wrap around his thin waist, and she can immediately feel the boner in his pants rubbing against her as he took them to their room. Dropping her back first into the bed, he hovered over her, intertwining a hand with hers as their lips met feverishly. “You are…” a deep kiss “so fucking hot…” another laced with tongue “when you drive.” He finished, breathily between kisses. Their tongues danced roughly, (Y/N)’s tongue piercing drew out the most enticing of moans from the man above her. 
His hand travelled quickly to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head, then quickly unhooking her bra, throwing it across the room. His lightly calloused fingers were already working at the button of her jeans and the zipper, yanking them down by the thighs as she helped kick them off, bending forward to take her socks off with them. Leaving her in only lacy red panties, she smiled up innocently at him, seeing his mouth looking like it wanted to water at the sight. 
“Got a little surprise for you, Shin.” His eyes flicked up to hers in curiosity, silently prompting her to reveal it. She flipped onto her stomach revealing that it was his name in the form of English letters, strung across the top string of her panties, like a charm bracelet, the letters were covered in small diamonds. He nearly came in his pants from the sight alone. Looking over her shoulder, she watched his reaction. Biting her lip as he reached out run his fingers over the letter and lace, he growled out, “You’re really making it difficult to not rip these off of you.” 
“Well, I intend on wearing them again, so if you take them off nicely, you can have me any way you’d like.” She said with that mind-fucking seductive tone. Inhaling deeply, he did as she said, with much restraint. Taking hold of her thighs he began to twist them, silently telling her to turn back over. She made herself comfortable, lying back down, hair splayed around her head. Shingo knelt and hooked her thighs over his shoulders, spreading them out just a bit further before he hummed, pleased with the sight before him, he dove in, licking a flat stripe up her clit. Hearing her gasp for a breath was only the start of his motivation. Digging his fingers into the muscle of her thighs, he changed his game, pointing his tongue to push into her, curling it up, swirling, and licking repeatedly. Each time her thighs tensed, he’d rub his thumbs against them, a silent command she’s come to learn to relax them. 
Curling his tongue up, he pushed it inward, pressing against her clit, earning him a string of delicious moans and whimpers of his name from her pretty throat. He knew his woman inside and out. He would have her convulsing within minutes as he kept up his ministrations. Her thighs would tense and relax occasionally, her hands tugging at his dark hair, especially when he prodded at certain areas. 
“Shingo.” She huffed out, her pants continuing and growing heavier as she neared closer to release. When he started thrusting his tongue in and retracting outward with an upward curl, her whines grew, thighs tensed to the point no rubbing was going to relax them, and her fingers tangled tightly in his hair. 
His signature high pitched chuckle emitted from the back of his throat as he eagerly lapped up her release, kneading her thighs as he hummed at the sweet taste of her. Her sweet moans and whines were music to his ears. Pulling away from her as her convulsions lessened to nothingness, he wiped the remaining bits around his mouth with his thumb before sucking it off, eyes half-lidded as he held her gaze. 
“Look at you. All fucked out and we barely started, pretty girl. You want more o’ me?” he hovered over her once again, gently brushing strands of her hair out of her face, soaking in her features and cloudy eyes. She nodded almost tiredly, mumbling “Always want you, Shin. ‘M never gonna get enough of you.” Her pouty voice and the way her arms lift tiredly to reach for his forearms, holding onto him limply, made his dick twitch, reminding him how painfully constricted he was. 
“Move up and get comfy baby girl, you know damn well you’re gonna take all of me.” Pushing himself upright, he grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it up his back and over, stripping himself of it completely. (Y/N) was nearly drooling at the lovely sight. No matter how many times she’s seen him take his shirt off that way daily, it always sparked many thoughts in the wide and deep rabbit hole that was her mind. 
She barely processed how quickly he freed himself of his pants and tight boxers before crawling on top of her, the sensation of his deliciously hard cock rubbing against her soaked folds pulling her from her light daze. Instinctively, she hooked her leg over his calf, a known sense of comfort and closeness she’d come to love so easily. His lips kiss across the collarbone she has the Kanji of his name tattooed on. Being there when she got it, it’s his favourite tattoo of hers. So much in fact, he purposely nips and bites and sucks at the skin next to it, leaving his mark on her soft skin as he pushes himself into her slowly. Breathing deeply, she squeezes his arm with one hand and claws at his back with the other. “Relax, babe… squeezin’ me too tight.” He strained out, breath hot against her skin. 
Stopping his movements he waited until she relaxed enough before grasping her hip and bottoming out inside her in one large thrust. The loud moan she rewarded him with was sure to wake the neighbors, but he didn’t give a shit. He had to reward his girl for driving so well earlier. Give her some more motivation to practice even harder tomorrow night. “Fuck, you always take me so well, don’t ‘cha sweet girl?” she nodded quickly, wanting more and wiggling her hips to gain even the slightest friction. 
Giving into her wishes, and his own, he set his usual rough and fast pace. What he may lack slightly compared to others in girth and length he certainly makes up for with skill and that slight upward curve that hits her g-spot head on within seconds. Her head tilts back further into the pillow, eyes half-lidded and rolling to the back of her head as she moans Shingo’s name, though quieter than the first time. Her nails claw deeper into his back, leaving red marks, even drawing small bits of blood in some spots as he whimpers out “Fuck baby, God, this pussy was made for my cock.” His whimpers turned to loud whines as he continued to pump inside of her, his words, sounds and the feeling of his cock overwhelming her as she clenches around him and he releases a higher pitched groan, his fingers digging further into her hip, the other taking a gentle hold around her throat. His thumb lightly rubs the side of her neck, and she opens her mouth partially, the small tip of her tongue protruding just past her teeth to bite it at the lovely feeling of her new necklace starting to gently squeeze but not cut off airflow. Her eyes roll back once more, this time the full whites of her eyes showing, a breathy whine vibrating against his hand. 
Recognizing the familiar pattern of her walls fluttering and clenching against him on top of the sudden pants and deep breaths she takes in, he rolls his hips, getting a slightly deeper thrust in earning a hiccup from her. “S-Shin…” she stuttered his name several times, not being able to say it completely. “I know baby, you’ll get to cum soon. Hold out a little longer for me, yeah?” his words turned raspy, along with his breathy groans. 
“I can’t. I can’t Shin… wanna cum, please.” Small tears threatened to fall at the corners of her eyes when he increased his brutal pace. It felt like he was hitting places deeper than she thought existed. “Heh. Look at that baby,” He panted a few times, “really were made for me, weren’t ‘cha? Can see myself a bit in you.” His words confused her hazy mind, she turned her head to the side, to see what he meant, her side vision not catching anything out of the ordinary until he took one of her hands, covering it completely with his bigger one and placing it down on her lower stomach, applying some pressure where she could feel that region rising and falling slightly every time he thrusted in and pulled out. 
Mumbling his name then a string of incoherent words, she weakly grabbed the arm he used to keep balance, trying her best to grasp firmly despite her hand falling repeatedly the more she tried to hold onto him as she came. The string of convulses in her walls, had him cum right after, a line of curses pouring out of his mouth. Shingo dropped onto his arm, using his forearm and elbow to keep himself from crushing her. They stayed like this for a couple of minutes before Shingo grabbed her thigh, lifting it so her calf would wrap around his back as he slowly rolled them over into a sitting position with her straddling his pelvis. 
She groaned weakly, his still throbbing cock inside of her. He got comfortable leaning back against the headboard as he ran a hand over her hair softly, his other hand resting on the softness of her thigh, rubbing and kneading it lightly. Her head rested on his shoulder; face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Her arms hung limply at her side, but she didn’t care, he wore her out good. 
Through the haze of her mind and the delicious soreness between her thighs, she could feel a small trail of Shingo’s cum leak down her thigh, sticking to her gently, a ghostly reminder of how good he treats her. She makes a small move with the intent to get up and try to clean up before she falls asleep, however her man pushes her back down onto his cock by the hips and she chokes out a small hiccup. “Hold on baby. Want ‘cha to stay like this a ‘lil longer, wanna feel you a little closer to me, yeah?” he says lowly, his usual raspy voice once again present. 
She only nodded slowly, her senses focusing more on the feeling his cum drip further down both of her thighs now. Hiding her face deeper into his neck and pressing her chest closer to his, he chuckled seeing the dim shine on her thigh. “Mmm, made quite a mess of you, haven’t I?” his hand tangled in her hair, pulling it gently to the side to show her neck, leaving a teasing, light kiss on the sensitive skin. “Heh, nothing I love more than showing you that you’re mine, right sweet girl?” he adjusts his hips, making his cock shift inside of her, eliciting a high-pitched whine from his girl. 
“Shh, baby. Can’t help but wanna feel the inside of you more. You’re just so fuckin’ warm… makin’ me wanna stay like this forever. Just wanna keep you nice n’ warm, keep you full of my cum n’ never let you leave.” His voice sounded so sweet and soft in contrast to his delicious, filthy words. 
“Mhmm,” she hummed lightly, “Always gonna want you, Shin.” 
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forgivenesslost · 10 months
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Shoji Mezo is so loyal and caring and doting and just always wants you to be happy.
This boi has so much love to give and doesn’t know how to express it in words, so he’ll often provide acts of service.
He requires a lot of attention from his significant other but worries about coming across too needy.
Tends to keep his feelings to himself for the most part.
—Shoji Mezo HC
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tonberry-yoda · 1 year
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For the character name event:
Shoji
OMG YES! I have never written for Shoji before, so this was really fun! Thank you so much for the request @meepmoopmaap and I hope you have a lovely day and stay hydrated!! <3
Hide and Seek - Shoji
Pairing - Shoji x reader
Warnings - none!!
Word Count - 244
Notes - im so sad because tumblr is messing up and wont let me copy and paste off of google docs without being weird, so i have to use tumblr to write *insert pensive emoji* lmao. It's fine. nonetheless im writing. anyways everyone, have a great day and stay hydrated!! enjoy!!! <3
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You hid in a corner behind a door so he wouldn't notice you. You held your breath, scared that he could hear every movement of yours.
God, hide and seek was stressful.
Especially with your other classmates.
And class 1A always got competitive.
There weren't many great hiding spots in the dorms, so that made it 10x harder.
Shoji was the seeker this time. At least it wasn't Bakugou. Though, it was still stressful with all those other parts he could create and all.
You heard Mina scream and then break out into laughter near where you were hiding. You were definitely screwed now.
But you just stayed put, breathing as quietly as possible, praying that he would just pass your hiding spot.
You closed your eyes, hoping that it would maybe make you invisible or something.
But suddenly, you felt Shoji pull you into his big arms.
You giggled, and tried pushing away to hide again, but he chuckled softly and moved down his mask to kiss you on the cheek. "Got you."
"Dang it, Shoji!" You crossed your arms, pulling out of his. "I thought I really had it this time."
"Sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck and gave you a soft smile.
You couldn't help but love that cute face.
"Well, you better find the others before time's up." You placed a kiss on his jaw and walked back to the couch where Bakugou was complaining about Shoji cheating.
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wavy-gorl · 1 year
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every single kiribaku fic except through the perspective of shoji because he's the only other person on their floor
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pinkykats-place · 2 years
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shoji mezo x reader
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None of the stories linked below are mine.
Some contain mature content. Fem & GN readers.
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The Mask
Shoji Mezo x fem! Reader
Summary: During the sports festival Shoji loses his mask and the reader protects the crowd from seeing his real face.
Alpha! Shoji Mezo x Omega! GN! Reader
Summary: After Shoji’s battle with class 1B, you see his face and assure him that he is handsome.
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Summary: reader is dating Shoji Mezo but she's also the innocent one of the class and everyone is protective of her
Shoji being taken care of by his s/o
Shoji showing his face to his S/O
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The Gentle Giant's Breaking Point
aged-up!Shoji x Reader
Warnings: explicit smut, size kink, dirty talk, hickeys, cursing, being overpowered and completely dominated, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, tender aftercare and soft confession
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salivathehero · 1 year
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manias-wordcount · 2 years
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Hi it's me from Discord. Could I possibly get alpha! Mezo Shoji x omega!fem.reader x alpha! Tenya iida, where the reader lets them onto her nest to cuddle for the first time ? It's always a big Deal since it only happens when the omega is really comfortable with their alpha/s.
Brave Enough to Share (Mezo Shoji x Reader x Tenya Iida)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗠𝗠. 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝗲. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 :)
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
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“Umm…I…”
  Playing with your fingers behind your back, your brain decides that it’s suddenly impossible to hold eye contact at the moment. You’re not sure why you’re feeling so nervous all of a sudden. You woke up this morning so excited. Not even the chill of the morning rainshower could sour your mood as you filtered around the room, getting prepared for the day. You made sure your room was spotless. You took extra care in doing your hair. You even spent way more time than you probably should have while deciding on the perfect outfit for the occasion. The whole time you were excited. Elated. Just so happy.
  But now they’re here- both sitting in front of you and the excitement you felt beyond is starting to hide behind a wave of apprehension. And you just don’t know why. 
  Your eyes flicker back and forth between the two boys. It’s easy to see them from your spot standing at the foot of your bed. Mezo sits at your desk, head tilted as he waits for you to make your first move. He’s so big compared to you- the way he fits on your furniture just makes the differences even more obvious than what you’re used to. Still, the soft look in his eyes is present as it always is when he’s looking at you. And for that, you can’t help but feel grateful for the gentle giant who holds your heart. 
  Only a few feet away from you and Mezo sits Tenya. He’s taken place on a cute little pouf that’s a little too low to the ground for him. Still, he doesn’t complain or make a fuss as his bent knees come about halfway up to his chest. He never does. Instead, he just stares at you, eyes illuminated through his glasses, as he studies your expression with the smallest frown tugging on his own lips. 
  You hate that you’re worrying him. You hate that you’re worrying the both of them. They’ve both been so good to you. Even before they both asked to become your alpha, they had always been so kind and so sweet towards you. And yet, something in you can’t stop looking at the ground and fiddling with your own fingers. But you didn’t want that. You just didn’t. You wanted to open your mouth. You wanted to say what you were thinking. You wanted to know what you are thinking just so you could maybe-
  “Sweetheart.” It’s Mezo’s voice that breaks you out of your thoughts. The sound was enough to catch your attention, though the pet name easily had your face warming up in a special way only they seemed to be able to do. Still, you let go of your fingers and let your arms hang at your sides before turning your eyes towards him. The least you could do was to try to wipe the uneasy expression off your face and give him all your attention now that he was addressing you. They both always seemed to make you feel better. “We don’t have to do this now. It’s okay.”
  “Correct.” It’s then that Tenya takes the opportunity to chime in. Your eyes slide over to his as he takes the chance to jump in. Though by the time your eyes settle on him, he’s already standing up and taking long strides to get towards you. Before you can even blink, he’s in front of you- a small smile on his face mixed with a look of understanding in his eyes. He towers over you up close like this. But that does little to stop him as he bends just over so slightly at the waist and takes one of your hands in his own, before bringing it up to his lips. “We can always try again another day. Perhaps when you’re feeling more-”
  “NO!” Your voice raises an octave as you find yourself suddenly shouting in alarm. Tenya looks up at you from the kiss he’s placing on the back of your palm. Mezo’s gaze is also on you, though that’s much of a surprise either. Still, he’s leaning forward in his seat, as if ready to stand up and give you all the love and comfort you needed in order to make sure you were okay at a moment’s notice. But as tempting as one of Mezo’s famous hugs sounds right now, you know you have to face the music right now. For both them and yourselves. “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just…”
  It’s hard to explain. Both in your head and in words. To you and yourself, everything that you’re thinking and feeling make sense. But to Mezo and Tenya, what you’re feeling is something completely foreign to them. Biologically, it’s just not a response that’s ever been programmed inside of them. And while you can’t blame them for not reading your mind. You can’t say you’re exactly thrilled at the prospect of explaining something as complicated instincts to someone else when you rather just be wrapped up in their arms, surrounded by your nest, dozing off the afternoon.
  So, no. You didn’t want to try another day. You want it to be today. You were the one who finally got the courage to ask them to join you in your nest a couple of days ago. You were the one who extended the invitation. That’s why you spent so much time getting your room ready for today. All the cleaning. All the organizing. All the fluffing and adjusting your nest so that it would be the absolutely perfect size for all three of you. And even before that, you spent days mentally preparing yourself to ask them. It took so much of your bravery to even consider sharing such an intimate part of your life with other people- even if it was with the two people you love most in the world. That’s why it has to be today. 
  That’s why it’s going to be today.
  “I’ve never done anything like this.” You finally say, after a long period of silence. The look they both give you betrays no emotion, even though you’re sure they’ve could have figured out for themselves that no one has ever been inside your nest. And that, you appreciate. It gives you the strength to keep talking without fear of reactions and responses. The strength to keep explaining why this moment is so important for both your relationship with them- and you as a person. “No one has ever seen my nest before. So, umm…”  
  The strength to officially invite them inside of your nest.
  “Can we…can we go slowly? Please?”
  The smiles both boys give you are immediate. It’s not all the words that were swirling around in your head, making it hard for you to step out of your shell. Though in the end, those were all the words you needed to say in order for you to start walking toward your destination. And sure, Tenya’s bright expression may be easier to make out than the soft grin Mezo gives you. But you can spot the crinkle in Mezo’s eyes all the same as he stands up from his seat to join the two of you. Tenya’s quick to move behind you, wrapping his arms low around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder as Mezo surrounds the two of you in his very large and very loving embrace. 
  Now somewhere in between all the forehead kisses and the whispered words of love, you eventually find yourself in your bed after all this time. And while it may be a tight squeeze with your two lovely boys squished inside your nest with you, you find that Mezo has the perfect chest for laying on top of and that Tenya’s warmth is best shared when he’s pressed into your side with his head buried in your neck. And every teasing kiss to your cheek coupled with every arm wrapped around your body has you wondering why you were even so nervous in the first place at the thought of inviting them in.
   Even now, as your eyelids grow heavy and the breaths around you start to even out, you can’t help but wonder about your little moment of weakness that feels oh so long ago now. Oh well. Because the truth is, you have more important things to focus on right now. Things like this very enjoyable nap you’re about to have as the cloudy skies become dimmer and your boy’s soft snores grow ever so louder. Though now that you’re here, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
  Though maybe you should have hidden the fact that your current nest is made up of all almost entirely their clothes. Though in your defense, it’s not at all your fault they’ve relinquished so many of their sweaters and jackets and shirt and sweatshirts over to you over the past couple of weeks. But that’s something you can always think about tomorrow. Because today? You want it to be about you and your boys. 
  You, your boys, and the nest you’re finally brave enough to share. 
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h3rmess · 12 days
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I love chibi type drawings they're so cute
I have a big habit of drawing these all the time 😭
Having a teensy bit of writer's block but I'm motivated by the chapters to come so I'll keep going!!
see you guys soon xoxoxo
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kittywritessmut · 2 years
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Iida x fem!reader smut - What are you doing cutie?
| Entails: smut, public sex, library, study AU, size kink, silent play, virgin AU |
Your pov:
You were sitting down and studying in the corner of the large public library, attached to UA. You were waiting for your boyfriend, Iida to come back from finding some books for your study. You had only been here a few times, but you enjoyed the scent of books and the eerie lack of sound. Due to the lack of sound you were alerted when soft footsteps began to approach you. 
“Hey star, I got you some books. There weren’t as many as I thought there would be on English literature.” Iida whispered, and sat down beside you.
From a force of habit Iida brushed his hand up your thigh, close to your womanhood.
‘A-ah Iida” You moaned, trying to supress your voice.
Iida’s face was covered in crimson and he bit his lip. You knew it had been a fantasy of his to rail you in a library. Having to hush you every time he slammed back into you. Close to his two favourite things, you and books. You looked down at his crotch, as it was now semi-hard. You looked away flustered and returned your focus to your studies. But it was hard to ignore the growing warmth in your womanhood. You clenched your hand holding your pencil tighter, to try and help you focus. But your now soaked womanhood and the thought of Iida railing you, in public was overwhelming. How his tall, muscular body would hold you up as he slid his length out only to thrust it back into your clenching cunt. Iida looked around to look if any staff were present or close to the both of you. Once he had scoped out the vacant area, he picked you up and led you towards a windowless wall. The wall was surrounded by shelves of books covering history and biographies. But you were to busy focusing on Iida’s navy eyes that were shielded with lust.
“I-Iida someone will hear us..” You say in a hushed tone as he begins to slid your ocean blue panties down your legs.
“Only if your loud my star~” He purred and slid one of his thick digits up into your soaking pussy.
You moaned but were cut short with Iida placing a large hand above your mouth.
“My star, you have a beautiful voice, but we must not get caught” He whispered while placing kisses down your collar bone.
He held you up against the wall by pinning you up with his legs. He removed his hand from your mouth to support your smaller figure. Iida brought you into a passionate kiss has he quickened his pace, sliding in a second digit. Your moans were muffled by the hungry kiss. You felt an unfamiliar feeling in your lower abdomen. 
“Iida- I’m gonna c-cum” You moaned out from the kiss. Your walls spasmed around his fingers and he muffled you into a kiss. 
Iida smirked, your orgasm boosting his ego. He then helped you unbuckle his belt and he slid down his pants. You could see the tip of his member poking out of his boxers. You bit your lip as you uncovered his full length. 
“Iida...I’m scared, I’ve never done this before and how will it fit..” You look at him lust and fear laced your voice.
“My star~ I haven’t done this either. It will fit my dear, but it will hurt briefly.” Iida smiled softly before he lined up with your entrance. He looked at you for permission.
 You gingerly nodded your head, he then slammed his lips against yours as he entered. You both moaned into the kiss, Iida let you adjust before slamming his length back into you. You arched your back and Iida quickened his pace. You sloppily kissed trying to mute your moans. You felt the same feeling you had before. You watched the your boyfriends large frame entrap you, while wrecking your hole. Iida’s pace quickened and his expression changed, he was begging for a release. 
“I-I’m gonna come Tenya~” You moaned out.
“M-me too my star~” Iida groaned, he rode out your orgasm and suppressed his own release. 
He then pulled out and long white ropes covered your thigh narrowly missing your school skirt. You both panted before pulling each other into a passionate kiss. He used his tie to wipe his cum of your thigh and put your panties back on. He then slid up his boxers, did up his school pants and buckled his belt. He placed you onto the ground. You took a step but almost fell face first. But due to Iida’s quick reflexes he scooped you up. He then placed you onto a chair and packed up both of your bags.
“Was I too rough my star? I’m sorry I got a little carried away.” Iida whispered and placed a soft kiss onto your forehead. 
“N-no Tenya, you did great” You blushed and looked away embarrassed.
Iida’s face flushed red as he slung the bags across his shoulder and scooped you up, carrying you back to your dorms.  
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kiyasepicverse · 1 year
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ushnuu · 6 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shouji Mezou/Tokoyami Fumikage Characters: Shouji Mezou, Tokoyami Fumikage Additional Tags: Possessive Sex, Possessive Shouji Mezou, Mutual Pining, First Time, Anal Sex, Quirk Use During Sex (My Hero Academia), Top Shouji Mezou, Bottom Tokoyami Fumikage, Creampie, Jealousy, POV Shouji Mezou, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Getting Together, Fluff and Smut, Insecurity, Insecure Shouji Mezou, Masturbation, Rare Pairings Summary:
When Tokoyami is named the twentieth Sexiest Hero in Japan, Mezo Shoji is overcome by a single feeling: jealousy.
Perhaps its finally time he acts on the crush he's harboured since high school.
This was my contribution to the MHA Hidden Gems Rarepair Exchange! I had a lot of fun writing these two, and it was a nice return to writing smut for the first time in nearly a year. 
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