#solarwindswriting

[solarwindswriting]

Unholy

Pairing: Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x PopStar!Reader

Word Count: 2600+

Summary: Inspired by Unholy By Sam Smith and Kim Petras. As promotion for their newest album, Y/n revealed a mysterious hint at one of the songs true meanings. Enji Todoroki starts to quietly panic at this vague reveal by the young singer. Hawks is all too ready to fan the flames of Pro Hero Endeavor’s insecurities.

Warnings: Playful hitting, alcohol consumption, marriage affair, the use of Mx. (feel free to input whatever preferred)

A/N: Reader is gender neutral! Let me know if you like this story or not. Definitely a new direction in my writing style. Some bold decisions were made on my part. Still suoer not familiar with Endeavor as a love interest so sorry for anything that's OOC.

“Pop Sensation Y/n L/n confirms their new song Unholy is about a Pro Hero who acted as a Sugar Daddy for them, but won’t say who. Could it be one of their classmates from UA? We’ll talk about our predictions after this commercial break,” the tabloid anchor spilled before jumping to a commercial for toothpaste.

They laughed, popping a grape into their mouth. Y/n’s phone was blowing up with their friends’ names as well as the man in question's. The ‘news’ plastered on every tabloid in Japan was the same story and Y/n could almost cackle at how easy it was to rile the feathers of so many people so easily. As if on queue, a red feather whipped around their shared kitchen, tickling Y/n’s nose before finding hawks’ wing again.

“If I knew being your roommate meant being bombarded by paparazzi asking who you’re fucking, I wouldn’t have signed that lease,” Keigo complained, taking a grape from the bag in front of Y/n and leaning with his back to the counter. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to have the interesting sex life.”

“Maybe if…” Y/n started, leaning forward and blocking their bag of grapes from him, “if you left the apartment for something other than hero work, you would.”

Y/n’s phone lit up and started to buzz on the marble countertop. Keigo looks at it and smirks.

“So, when are you going to tell him?” Keigo chuckles, seeing Shoto Todoroki’s contact photo on Y/n’s phone.

“Tell him what?” Y/n asks, silencing the phone and sliding it into their pocket.

“You’re joking, right? That you’re fucking his dad.” Keigo’s voice became more serious the more he spoke, “kid’s like your best friend. I know I’d be pissed if my crush from high school was fucking my dad.”

“Aww, you’d have a crush on me if we went to school together? That’s so sweet. But I thought you were gay?” Y/n chuckles, picking up their bowl of grapes and walking towards the couch.

“Oh, don’t give me that. I’m a bi icon and you know it,” Keigo follows close behind.

“I’m not going to tell him, just like I’m not going to tell the tabloids! I’ll do what I always planned; send a group text to my friends that I made it up for publicity!” Y/n shrugged, sitting down and turning up the tv.

“Why do you even watch these shows? They’re all lies,” Keigo rolls his eyes as he tries to reach around Y/n to steal the remote.

Y/n snatches the remote and sends him a fake glare, “this is how I keep up with my friends from school. I use it as an opener when texting them. ‘Hey, Izuku! Is it true Ochaco is pregnant?’ It works every time.”

“Why can’t you just text ‘hey’?” Keigo questions.

Y/n gives him a look of disgust before speaking, “you want me to start a conversation with just hey? Like some kind of psychopath?”

Y/n’s phone had fallen between the cushions and started to buzz again. Keigo grumbles, digging into the couch and pulling out the phone. He answers it without looking at the screen and before Y/n can snatch it.

“Y/n can’t come to the phone right now, Todoroki. Can I take a message?” Keigo asked irritated.

Keigo’s feathers puff out and his eyes go wide at the deep voice that responds, “please give the phone to Mx. Y/l/n. I have something I must discuss with them.”

Keigo quickly recovers with a smirk, looking Y/n in the eyes as he spoke, “not the Todoroki I thought was calling. What can I do for you on this fine day, Endeavor?”

Y/n began to panic, not knowing how to avoid Enji now. Keigo leaned back on the couch, listening intently to the man on the phone, and getting comfortable. An occasional yeah or mmhm would come from him, but that was all he was telegraphing.

“Yeah, I hear you, Man. Volume isn’t the issue here. The problem is that they aren’t here to even take a phone call. They left their phone in the apartment by accident in their rush out the door. You know how Y/n can be. Always the forgetful one,” Keigo smoothly says, saving Y/n's proverbial ass from having to talk to him before changing the topic. “I noticed you called them a few times. Is there a reason you’re calling one of your son's best friends?”

Y/n’s hand found their mouth as a fearful squeak comes from them. Keigo knew exactly what he was doing. Keigo laughs as he pulls the phone away from his ear and holds the phone out to Y/n. The phone still said call ended for a split second before going black.

“He hung up on me, the dick. He totally knows I know now,” Keigo still chuckled as he turned back towards the tv.

Y/n hit Keigo in the back of the head with their phone.

“What the fuck was that? Don’t pick up my phone if you’re not even going to look at the caller id!” Y/n scolded.

Keigo swore he could see steam shoot from Y/n’s ears. He held out his hand. Y/n slapped the remote into his hand, glaring as they readjusted and faced the tv again.

“Hey, some guy named Enji Todoroki called you. Said something about it being urgent?” Keigo said casually, flipping through channels.

Y/n slapped his arm causing him to laugh and push their shoulder.

“No, but seriously…” Keigo starts. “Does he always do that old person thing where he’s always slightly yelling into the phone? Because he does that to me too, and I gotta know.”

Y/n rolls their eyes, pouting as Keigo starts a movie.

---

“So, Y/n, your secret is safe with me,” the talk show hoost starts, “Who’s the song about?”

Y/n chuckles lightly and they spoke casually, “my secret is safe on live television? You think me a fool.”

“D’awe. You can’t blame a host for trying!” He speaks directly to the camera.

The crowd laughs.

“After this, we bring Pro Hero Hawks out to the couch!” The host says to the camera and applause from the audience.

With applause, the show returns from commercial, and Keigo is bounding from backstage to center, waving at the audience and sending a few tactical winks at a few women. He finally finds his seat next to Y/n after shaking the host’s hand.

“Pro Hero Hawks! How have you been since last we saw you?” The host starts, tapping his notecards on his knee.

“I’ve been good but busy! Climbing the hero charts was easy, staying up there is difficult with all the new hero blood out there,” Keigo laughs, sipping the whiskey from the glass that had been placed for him during the commercial.

“You’re right! Last year's newest heroes from UA High came to the scene with numbers under their belts already! You and Y/n share an apartment, correct? Any of their old UA friends loiter in your apartment?” The host prys.

Keigo and Y/n both know what the host is trying to infer.

Keigo laughs again, “I wish Y/n would bring friends over. I’m beginning to think they don’t actually have any friends. If you’re trying to get me to spill on their secrets, I can give you this: it never happened in the apartment…”

Murmurs wash over the crowd.

Keigo continues with a smirk, “And I do know who it is.”

Y/n is quick to respond with a smile, “I swear, you can’t tell a Pro Hero anything. They can’t keep a secret to save their lives. I told Deku who my first kiss was and he immediately told Uravity who told Pinky who told the rest of our grade by lunch!”

“Oooh, who was this first kiss of yours with?” The host leans forward in curiosity.

“Oh, he’s going to kill me for saying this,” Y/n exhaled before taking a long sip from their glass. Y/n smiled proudly and spoke with confidence, “Pro Hero DynaMight.”

The crowd whoops and hollers at Y/n’s loud whisper. The host is fanning himself with his note cards.

“Now, that’s some juicy gossip! Where you his first kiss too?” The host questions.

“If 17-year-old Katsuki Bakugo is to be believed, then yes,” Y/n chuckles.

“Okay, even I didn’t know this!” Keigo feigns hurt.

---

“I don’t care what kind of relationship you have with them, Endeavor,” Keigo drawls, flying next to Endeavor above the city. “What I care about is how that little fireball weaseled its way into your wallet. I’m trying to learn how they do it so I can scam some old guy too.”

Enji groaned, “don’t you have somewhere better to be, Hawks?”

“Nope! The commission wants to see us interacting friendly with each other out in public. So here I am!” Keigo smirked.

“I would hardly call this friendly,” Enji responds, landing on a nearby rooftop.

Keigo followed suit and continued, “oh, come on. I’m just playing. Stop stressing over it or you’ll do something stupid like tell the press yourself! No one suspects you. The main prediction right now is actually your youngest. So, how much did you give her in that NDA?”

Enji ignored him, taking off back into the sky.

---

“6.7 million??” Keigo gawked at his roommate through the mirror in the bathroom they were sharing.

Y/n looked up from their sink station, “yeah, he also made it clear he wasn’t cutting off our ‘normal meetings.’ The man really talks like an old-timey Sheriff.”

“So,” Keigo starts, taking a flat iron to his hair, styling it just so, “where are you taking me to keep me quiet?”

“Without an apartment, if you tell anyone. Remember, you’re living here for free,” Y/n reminds him, adjusting their own hair for their night out.

“I am unloved,” Keigo sighs loudly, the back of his free hand finding his forehead.

“Don’t be a drama queen. I’ll take you out for dinner next week,” Y/n suggests.

“Careful, they’ll think I’m the one you’re sleeping with,” Keigo counters, laughing while pulling on his jacket and heading toward the front door.

Y/n pretends to throw up at the thought of his comment. They grabbed their own jacket, putting what they’d need into their jean pockets. Y/n’s phone buzzes on the coffee table as the two left the bathroom. The two look at each other before both lunging for the phone. Keigo grabs it and flies off the ground in the high vaulted apartment and out of Y/n’s reach. He unlocks Y/n’s phone and looks at the text.

Keigo laughs while reading it out loud, “‘Are you awake?’ Is this guy for real? Man is married with children and still texting like this? Real catch, this one.”

A phone call from the flame hero came in. Keigo tosses Y/n’s phone down to them. Y/n narrowly catches it and answer’s the call.

“Hello, Mr. Todoroki. How are you doing?” Y/n starts into the phone.

“Oh. Is there someone there? I can call back when they leave. When is that?” Enji’s voice is as stiff as ever as he questions Y/n.

“I’ll actually be busy all night so I can’t talk business. You’re welcome to send an email to my agent. I’m sure she’ll respond at her soonest convenience,” Y/n shifted into a sickenly sweet young professional voice.

Keigo watched as Y/n tried to blow off whatever plans Endeavor was trying to set up. Enji paused for a long time, causing Y/n to believe they lost signal. Keigo laughs, shaking his head and grabbing his keys as he lands.

“Hello? Mr. Todoro-” Y/n was cut off by the man on the phone.

“Who are you with?” Enji interrupts, slight irritation in his voice.

Y/n’s disposition falters and Keigo looks at them confused as to what’s wrong.

“Um, I don’t see how who I am with is of concern to you, Mr. Todoroki.” Y/n speaks carefully, sliding on their shoes by the door.

“Are you going out with my son tonight?” Enji attempts to ask casually.

“Yes, I’m going out with him and a bunch of our friends for my birthday. Did you forget that was today?” Y/n quizzed, raising an eyebrow at Keigo.

The duo leaves the apartment. Keigo struggled to contain his laughter as he locked the apartment door behind them.

“Are any of them with you know? Do they know who you’re speaking to?” He continues to grill.

“No, just Hawks. Why? Do you want to take to him,” Y/n looks over and makes eye contact with Keigo who shakes his head furiously from side to side.

“No, that won’t be necessary. Call me when you are home.” Enji demands.

“I probably won’t be home until the early hours of the nigh-” Y/n was cut off again.

“You heard me,” Enji hung up the phone before they could respond.

Y/n scoffed, shoving their phone in their pocket. Keigo laughed at his close friend.

“He’s down bad. It’s kind of gross,” Keigo quips.

---

The two arrived at the nightclub together. Keigo threw his keys toward the valet boy who caught them easily. They enter the loud club, making their way to the back VIP tables. Paparazzi had been clipping photos since they stepped out of Keigo’s sports car. News of the Y/n’s birthday party spread like wildfire and the club was soon twice as packed with fans hoping to brush shoulders with any of the start-studded guests.

“So!” Miruko yelled over the crowd, gaining the attention of Mina, Y/n, and Denki, “who are you sleeping with?”

“I already told you! I lied about that!” Y/n yelled back.

“Well, we don’t believe you!” Denki laughs, handing each of them another shot.

Y/n laughs, before downing the shot with their friends.

It's nearly 2am when a commotion could be heard across the club and the whole VIP section looks over to see an especially irritated looking Enveavor being swarmed by fans.

“Hey, Shoto! Why’s your dad here? You out past curfew?” Katsuki yells over to Shoto.

“No idea,” Shoto responds at a normal volume, eyebrows stitched together.

Y/n looks from Shoto to his father to find the latter already looking at them. Y/n quickly looks away and pretends like they hadn’t seen him and takes another round of shots, this time with Katsuki and Hawks. Katsuki was standing behind Y/n as the three talked around one of the standing tables, his chin resting on their left shoulder, and his hand resting on their right hip.

---

Endeavor watched Y/n stand and leave to another table and how one of his son's school friends was practically hanging off them. He started to make his way across the club, wading through the thick crowd of people before being stopped in the center of the dance floor by his son.

“Why are you here, Endeavor?” Shoto asks calmly.

Endeavor froze. He hadn’t thought that far. He sudden;y found himself lost in a crowd of people thinking about why exactly he was there. He surely couldn’t say he was here for Y/n. Or that them being surrounded by tons of strangers who could potentially whisk them away scared him. And least of all say any of that to his son.

“There is a mission we have to attend to immediately and you weren’t answering your phone,” Endeavor lied through his teeth.

“I’m too inebriated to work. I will attend to whatever you need of me in the morning.” Shoto bargains.

Endeavor gave a short nod, turning back towards the entrance. For a moment, he pauses at the door, looking over his shoulder to find Y/n’s eyes on him once again. He left without speaking a word to them, but showing up like that was a message enough.

#enji todoroki x reader #Endeavor x reader #mha #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #IT'S HAPPENING #I DID IT #solarwindswriting #pro hero endeavor #enji todoroki

[solarwindscosplay]

Am I writing a new story that’s Natsuo Todoroki x FigureSkater!Reader? With the main inspiration being Don’t You Dare (Make Me Fall In Love With You) by Kaden Mackay? Is reader also Fuyumi Todoroki’s co-worker at the elementary school? Is this one of the most niche things I’ve writing?

All answer point to yes.

#natsuo todoroki #Natsuo Todoroki x Reader #mha #mha x reader #solarwindswriting

[mementomoriifics]

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 one and all to my arranged marriage collab!

Take a seat at the rehearsal dinner and lets go over what is expected of you if you decide to r.s.v.p and attend this wonderful event!

𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

To keep things simple, you only get one +1, meaning only one character per blog! Duplicates are okay should multiple people want to write the same character!

The fandoms invited are BNHA, JJK, TokyoRev and KNY

The deadline is May 31st! Extension can be arranged if necessary. It’s not a hard deadline

All characters and writers attending must be 18+! This is a child free event after all. This does not mean that your work has to be of an explicit nature!

R.s.v.p by sending me an ask with which character you wish to write for!

𝓖𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Boku No Hero Academia

Dabi - @mementomoriifics

Izuku - @kyungjoon-do

Hawks - @solarwindswriting

Amajiki - @we-are-so-close

Jujutsu Kaisen

Tokyo Revengers

Kimetsu no Yaiba

#mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon salyer x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[lou-struck]

Sail's Away Collab

As we leave 2022 behind us we venture into the unchartered waters of the New Year. Where anything can happen..

The Theme of this Collab is… Love on the Water

➼The only requirement is that all works must take place on a boat, whether it be a cruise ship, pirate ship, little rowboat, or even a wooden door that can totally fit two people.

➼ I want to make it as inclusive as possible, so any genre is welcome, SFW, DC, NSFW. just make sure to tag it accordingly.

TO ENTER:

➼ Message me via pm or ask with the character of your choice.

➼ Just be sure to tell me whether it's sfw or not!

➼But please take your time and post whenever you feel like it!

RULES

➼Character repeats are allowed

➼Like all my other events, you don't have to be following me to enter

➼ Be sure to specify whether its x character or x reader

➼Fandoms can include BNHA, JJK, Obey Me!, KNY, BL, CSM, HQ, and TR. (If you have any others message me!)

➼Feel Free to submit more than one, just make sure you don't wear yourself out!

➼When posting, use #Sail’s Away Collab for organizational purposes.

➼If you have any questions feel free to pop into my inbox!

MASTERLIST BELOW THE CUT

Haikyuu

Atsumu Miya x reader | sfw - @lou-struck

Osamu Miya x reader | sfw - @lou-struck

Wakatoshi Ushijima x reader | @saturnsaria

BNHA

Hawks x reader| sfw - @cartoonfuel

Mirio Togata x reader| sfw - @kawaii-angelanne

Selkie x reader| sfw- @solarwindswriting

Bakugou x reader| Pirate! AU- @thecatduet422

Demon Slayer

Gyomei Himejima x f reader | sfw- @sulli1361

#Sail's Away Collab #x reader #bnha x reader #haikyuu x reader

[flordeamatista]

Here's my masterlist you asked me to send through asks so I can be added to the list of latino writers! Thank you 💕💕

https://at.tumblr.com/solarwindswriting/solarwindswriting-masterlists-last-updated/7pcq1b792eof

all set! 💜

#love letter ask 💌 #Latino-Hispanic writers rec 💜

[solarwindswriting]

Thanksgiving with the Detectives

Pairing: Connor RK800 x HumanMale!Reader

Word Count: 986

Summary: It’s been a couple of years since the android uprising, and life has started to feel normal again. Y/n and Connor have convinced Hank to let them host Thanksgiving at his house since he has the biggest kitchen of them. Hank relishes the feelings that Connor and Y/n bring to him in what are usually his lowest moments.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption

A/N: Happy Holidays, Everybody! Enjoy the first scheduled story of the month.

Sumo’s bark boomed at the two young men as they entered the old home. Chuckling to themselves as their arms full of food raise above their heads, they weave around the dog and towards the kitchen.

“Sumo! Quiet!” Hank yells as he comes down the hall towards the other two. “You’re late.”

“Connor took at least ten minutes to pick out the perfect bag of potatoes. He also insisted we buy a knucklebone for Sumo. So, we had to wait in the long line at the butcher,” Y/n smiles, unloading the bags onto the counter.

Connor was already kneeling in front of the large dog, treat held out to Sumo.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Sumo,” He whispered, unintentionally loud enough for the other two to hear.

“Are you kidding me? Connor, are you going to help us, or are you going to hang out with Sumo all night?” Hank calls from the kitchen.

“Coming, Detective,” Connor responds, turning and stalking away from the dog that was now too distracted to bother them while cooking.

Connor walks into the kitchen to the backs of Hank and Y/n busy at work. Hank's arms were in the kitchen sink, preparing the turkey and Y/n was peeling potatoes over the open garbage can. He cleanly rolled up his white button-up’s sleeves and set to work, opening the many cans of green beans and cream of mushroom soup. The trio moved around the senior detective's kitchen with ease as they continued cooking.

As soon as Hank dropped the bowl of turkey scraps in front of Sumo, the large dog in feasting. He sits at the head of the table, Y/n, and Connor on either side of him. There was no plate in front of Connor, just a glass of Thirium. Hank grumbled, shifting in his seat.Y/n bumped Hank’s arm with a bowl of mashed potatoes. He hummed at the man to his right in thanks.

“So, Detective,” Connor starts towards the oldest man after sipping from his glass.

Y/n notices how the blue liquid clings to the corners of Connor’s lips, missing his own mouth with a spoonful of mashed potatoes. He wiped his cheeks as Connor continued, seemingly not noticing his friend's fumble. Hank noticed, he always did.

“About the case. I was looking at your notes about the killer’s signature and I noticed-”

Connor is interrupted by Y/n’s laughter and Hank’s gruff voice, “Kid, that’s not something you talk about during Thanksgiving dinner.”

Connor's ring flashes orange and his cheeks flush blue before returning to their normal colors. His other coworkers would still ask him from time to time why he hadn’t removed his sensor, a question neither Hank nor Y/n had ever asked. Hank knew his reasoning, and Y/n never seemed pressed to find out.

“Then what are appropriate topics?” Connor asks, looking between the two humans.

“You’re telling me you didn’t look up Thanksgiving before tonight?” Y/n smirks, eating another mouthful of food.

Connor shakes his head no, “I wanted to learn organically.”

Y/n paused with a small smile and eyes full of what could only be called love. Hank could throw up from the sickeningly sweet tension between his work partner and proby. The two would stay frozen staring at each other if it wasn’t for Hank piping up.

“For one, you say what you're thankful for. I’ll go first,” Hank looked between the two, “I’m thankful for all the leftovers this will have. I won’t have to cook dinner for a week.”

“You don’t cook. You just eat takeout burgers, Detective,” Connor smirked at the old man.

Y/n held in a laugh, covering it with a cough and sipping his beer.

“I do cook,” Hank challenges, leaning forward.

“By the looks of your fridge and garbage, the last three meals you’ve eaten were from Chicken Feed,” Connor parries back.

“Dammit,” Hank smiles, finishing his first beer.

Five beers and a table of food packed away later, Hank and Y/n sat on the small green couch, eating pie. Connor sat on the floor, Sumo’s head in his lap. The trio was watching their first Christmas movie of the night. It was a childhood tradition for Y/n to watch three Christmas movies after Thanksgiving dinner and the other two obliged.

Connor has sidled his back against the couch, between Y/n’s legs right before movie two. Y/n had fallen asleep across the arm of the couch halfway through the third movie, his breaths soft. As the movie came to an end, Connor moved to stand up. Hank quickly grabbed his shoulder, preventing him from standing. Hank had a finger over his mouth, hushing Connor to move slower. Connor looked up and behind him to the sleeping Y/n.

Connor stood up slowly, gently picking up Y/n and following Hank to his guest room. After some help from hank, he gets Y/n tucked into the blanket. He then follows Hank back toward the front room. The two finish the last of the dishes.

“You chickened out, huh?” Hank eyes Connor as he placed another plate in the dishwasher.

“I do not know what you are talking about, Detective,” Connor responds, not looking over at his friend.

“Oh, knock it off with that Detective shit,” Hank scolds the android.

Connor pauses his movement for a moment, spirling red light blinking on his temple. He continues to move, pretending the previous pause hasn’t happened.

“Well, you better do it sooner than later. I heard some interns gossiping that Gavin planned to ask him out for a drink as a bet,” Hank threw the towel over to Connor as he turned and left the kitchen. “You’ve got the rest of these dishes, right Connor? I’m exhausted.”

Connor’s light indicator continued to flash red as he finished the dishes.

#dbh #detroit become human #connor dbh x reader #connor rk800 x reader #connor x reader #solarwindswriting #holiday writing event #event

[solarwindswriting]

Running on Instinct

Pairing: Merman!Shoto Todoroki x Male!MarineBiologist!Reader

Word Count: 5500

Summary: Quirkless AU for Mermay 2022. Y/n works endlessly to improve the living situation of a small group of merfolk being kept in poor conditions at a rehabilitation facility. One playful merman in particular pulls more of Y/n’s attention than the others. When an orphaned merpup comes into the rehabilitation facility, will Shoto be willing to help the frantic Y/n?

Inspired by this artwork by @peterokii

Warnings: Merfolk kept in bad conditions, Reader almost drowned on accident, baby in critical need

A/N: In a surprise addition to Mermay, I come in with less than 24 hours left in May. This is the longest single chapter story I’ve posted. I was truly inspired by Pete’s artwork and how he drew Shoto’s facial expressions. Just as a warning, I proof read the first half of this but not the second half. I hope y’all like it!

Y/n squat near the edge of the deep tank, hand between his legs for support, looking for what could be in the depths. The occasional glimpse of a tattered tail caught the light. After a few moments, just below the water’s surface, a pair of eyes looked up towards Y/n, one grey and one electric blue. Half red and half white hair fell flat to the sides of the mermans face as he emerged from the water, looking at Y/n curiously. Y/n looked behind the mermaid and noticed how much the normally long fins of the Butterfly Koi merman were short and jagged.

“You’re new,” the merman whispers, nose now inches from Y/n’s.

“I am,” Y/n smiles, reaching into his messenger bag and offering the small plastic container of cooked shrimp he had brought.

“Hey! Watch out!” Someone calls from behind Y/n.

The loud voice of the research manager, Warden spooks the mermaid, causing him to quickly grab the container of shrimp, turn tail and disappear back under the water. Looking over his shoulder, Y/n gives Warden a confused look.

“Watch out for what? We were doing introductions.” Y/n says casually, standing up and wiping off the water that had been splashed onto his arms by the merman.

“I’ve nearly lost two interns to that seamonster pulling them under,” Warden stood tall, arms crossed.

Y/n had quickly learned what kind of person Warden was. Multiple anonymous complaints was filed for this rehabilitation center for how they were treating their resuces. Things like barely feeding them, not maintaining enclosures, and profiting off of the merfolk instead of actual rehibiltaion and releasing those who can be. All things that went against the wildlife code of ethics. Which is why Y/n, one of the leading merfolk experts was sent in to asses the situation. Warden had already attempted to block Y/n from looking at certain rooms of the facility. Being interrupted when he was finally meeting one of the merfolk here felt like the last straw.

“Do you have incident reports from those two interns?” Y/n asked, body language matching Wardens.

“I probably do, in my office,” Warden turned, heading towards the front of the facility.

Probably? This man felt less like a rehabilitation specialist and more of a villain with every passing second. Digging into his bag, Y/n pulled out his work binder. Flipping between paper folders, he stops on one labeled Emergency Power Transfer Paperwork. Tapping on the back of the binder, Y/n turns back towards the tank, reading what information he’d need to get from Warden, hopefully without him realizing what he was doing. Y/n began filling out some of the paperwork as he waited. A quiet stuttering voice pulled Y/n’s attention to the water in front of him.

“Marine Poli-cy Speec- Speci…” The merman from before was squinting at the binder in Y/n’s hands trying to sound out the words on the front of it.

“Marine Policy Specialist. You can read?” Y/n asked, setting down the binder and pen as he squatted down to talk to the mermaid.

“No. Yes. A little.” The merman lit up a bit, his hands found the edge of the tank, pulling himself to mid chest out of the water so they were eye level.

“Nice, who taught you?” Y/n questioned.

“My old keeper. She stopped showing up on day when I was young,” the merman seemed to deflate at the memory.

“How long have you been here?” Y/n shifted so he was sitting with his legs crossed.

“My whole life.” He smiled at Y/n, excited to have someone to talk to.

Y/n paused. He had been born and raised here? How long has this mistreatment been going on? This merman couldn’t be much older than him, but unlicensed merfolk breeding had been outlawed since before either of them were born and this facility hadn’t reported rescuing any pregnant mermaids in all its time in operation.

“Are you in this tank alone?” Y/n’s head quirked to the side, trying to find anyone else in the large tank.

The merman sunk back into the water so only the top half of his face was showing, hair pooling around him. He shook head from side to side. Y/n’s eyes go wide. He knew Butterfly Koi merfolk lived in groups, or glints. How long had this merman been alone? That would explain the interns being dragged into the water. If this facility wasn’t going to re-release these merfolk back into the ocean, the least they could do was bring in enough for a small pod.

“I’m sorry our introduction was interrupted earlier. My name is Y/n. What’s yours?” Y/n reached his right hand out, palm facing the ceiling.

“Shoto,” he whispered, reaching out to lay his hand atop of Y/n.

The chill of merfolk was never something Y/n had become accustomed to. The hair on his arms raised.

“What did I say about that creature?” Warden boomed, running up and yanking Y/n back by the collar.

Y/n tore himself from Warden’s grip, turning back to where Shoto had been. A small puddle where Shoto had lifted his hand out of the tank was all that remained. Turning back to Warden, Y/n’s face was red and fuming.

“In accordance with the National Wildlife Rehabilitators Association,” Y/n grabs and flips through his binder again, pulling out the folder he was looking at moments ago and shoving it into Warden’s arms, “I hereby take control of this facility as we restructure it. And don’t ever grab somebody like that, or you’re no better than what you think that merman is.”

Warden’s eyes go wide as he flips through the partially filled out forms, sputtering to find words.

“If you think this is a mistake, you are welcome to contact the board and have a second person come out and investigate, but I doubt they’ll disagree with my conclusion. Until then, I must request you hand over your keys,” Y/n aggressively adjusted his ruffled shirt as he spoke.

The next couple of hours were occupied by filling out paper work and closing the aquarium side of the facility until further notice. Y/n couldn’t ignore the smug smiles on the faces of some of the volunteers as Warden left in his car without saying a single goodbye.

Y/n reached into his lab coat pocket for his pen when he realized he had left it tank side in the flurry of commandeering the facility. He let out a soft sigh and weaved his way back through the facility and up the tank ladder to where he was earlier. At the edge of the tank stood the empty plastic container and his pen placed neatly next to it. Approaching them, he noticed the poorly scribbled word ‘thank’ on top in blue ink that smudged with the droplets of water on top. Y/n smiled, picking up the items and storing them in his bag. The shrimp was supposed to be a part his lunch, but he could always get something on the way home.

The next day, Y/n woke up at 3 am in an attempt to beat the restaurant owners to the local fish market. He had received a list of all the different merfolk being kept at the facility and wanted to make sure he bought all the preferred foods for each. But when his white van pulled into the fisherman dock, it was already bustling. Y/n jumps out of the van, grabbing his messenger bag as he does. Entering the large warehouse, the familiar smell of fish and the shouting voices of those around him assault’s Y/n’s sense.

“Y/n! Long time since we’ve seen you down here!” Eijiro, a fisherman who had let Y/n sail with him while he was in school, barked out across the aisle.

Y/n smiled, shifting between people to stand in front of Eijiro’s stand.

“I’m working at a new facility that desperately needs help. Think you can help me with what I need?” Y/n help out the shopping list he had thrown together.

Eijiro looked at the list in his hands, inspecting it and nodding every so often. Looking up, he handed the list back to Y/n.

“I can give you most of this stuff myself for free and what I can’t, I can get you a discount from the others.” Eijiro shouts.

“I can pay for it, Eiji! I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness” Y/n smiles.

“Absolutely not! You’re doing good work. Couldn’t take advantage if you tried.” Eijiro says over his shoulder, already packing what he could for Y/n.

“Fine, but I’m going to need this stuff consistently. This is the only time I’ll take it for free!” Y/n shouts back.

Eijiro just waves his hand aimlessly over his shoulder as he continues to pack fish. About two hours later, Y/n’s van is packed with crates of fish, crusteations, and even some fresh produce. Eijiro closed the back barn doors, leaning on it and looking down at Y/n.

“So, how bad is it?” Eijiro asks casually.

Y/n lets out a long sigh, “pretty bad. They aren’t even keeping the grouping merfolk together. There’s a butterfly koi merman who has never met another merfolk.

Eijiro let out a long low whistle before he spoke, “Didn’t you specialize in butterfly koi? Whatever. I just don’t understand some people. Merfolk are so important to our oceans, and they’ve got just as many emotions as we do. The operators of that place are lucky I wasn’t there, or else I would hav-”

“Well, we can’t all be big and buff like you, Eiji,” Y/n chuckles lightly, rubbing his eyes. “I need to go and get started on food prep. I’ll see you around.”

“Don’t over work yourself, Y/n,” Eijiro lightly shoved Y/n’s shoulder before disappearing back into the fish market.

The facilities small kitchen was packed with food and the four volunteers who agreed to show up at 5:30 am to start preparing the food with Y/n. He showed them each a few different food preps for the merfolk they were each assigned before getting to work on his own designated meals.

“Uh, Mr. Y/l/n? I know for a fact Momo, the Black Moor mermaid hates blood worms,” the volunteer Y/n had learned was named Uraraka mentions, walking up with the container of blood worms he had put in the Black Moor’s food box.

Y/n looked up from the large pan of shrimp he was cooking, smiling at her, “oh, well then don’t include those.”

“Really? But you bought them. Warden would have told us not to waste the money and feed them to her anyways.” Uraraka looked relieved at Y/n’s words.

“If a merfolk doesn’t like something, we won’t feed it to them. What if someone forced you to eat meatloaf, but you hated it?” Y/n turned to the other volunteers as he spoke, “if there is anything in the boxes that you know the merfolk won’t like, don’t force it. And if you could write a list of each merfolks likes and dislikes, I’ll be sure to adjust what I buy. And I want to add enrichment to their tanks. Mirrors, foliage, hideaways. Anything you can think of that we can get on the short term before we can really renovate the tanks would be great.”

They all nodded back to him, large smiles on their faces. Some took a few items out of their boxes or switched items with each other. It was 8 am before they were all ready to start delivering breakfast to them all. Y/n and Uraraka walked down one of the hallways together, each with a cart full of prepared food.

“When was the last time they had food prepared like this?” Y/n asked, side eyeing the volunteer.

Uraraka shrugged her shoulders, “I couldn’t tell you. Not since before I started volunteering here about 7 months ago.”

They separated at the fork. Y/n saved the Butterfly koi merman for last. The other Y/n delivered breakfast to didn’t look much better than him, some obviously ill. Y/n would have to get a merfolk doctor as soon as he could to check all of them. Y/n struggled up the last tank ladder with the tub of food. Getting to the top, he set down the tub, kneeling down at the edge of the water.

Y/n reached out, tapping the surface of the water a few times before sitting back with his legs crossed. Across the tank, similar red and white hair surfaced looking towards the water was disturbed. His eyes squint before landing on the man who had visited yesterday. Sinking back under the water, he quickly swam his way over. Reemerging from the water up to his shoulders, he could smell the food in the tub.

“Did you bring more of those little pink things?” He quizzed, craning his neck to get a look into the tub.

“Shrimp? Yes, I did. You’ve never had shrimp before that, have you?” Y/n smiled softly.

Shoto just shook his head lightly, reaching out for the tub. Y/n caught it before he could drag it into the water. Shoto looked back to Y/n confused.

“I have one question,” Y/n said quickly.

“More shrimp,” he quickly said.

When Shoto didn’t respond, Y/n continued, “is there anything you want? I can have it brought in.”

Y/n had asked all of the merfolk he had fed this, and he planned on asking the rest when he was finally able to make introductions with all of them. But this some how felt more important. This merman has never experienced what to ocean had to offer. Would he even have anything to wish for?

Y/ chuckled softly, “You’ll get plenty of shrimp. I meant something for your tank.”

Shoto looked into the tub with a thoughtful gaze before patting the edge and whispering, “More things with tops. I liked opening the thing you gave me yesterday.”

Y/n smiled at him, letting go of the tub. Shoto quickly yanked it, turning it over in the water as he sank it to the bottom to eat. Y/n sighed. Bucket with lids? All this merman could think of was something he had been introduced to yesterday? Y/n shook his head as he got up to go ask the rest of the merfolk things they wanted. He left confident the volunteers there would be able to handle dinner prep.

Y/n had noticed how dirty the merfolk enclosures were when touring the aquarium side of the facility later that week. He didn’t want to put anything into their tanks without some sort of basic cleaning being down. He started with partial water changes on all the tanks, stopping there for any merfolk who refused to let him into the tanks. Y/n had already cleaned most of what he could before getting to Shoto’s tank a second time that day.

Y/n climbed up the ladder with his scuba gear. The tub from breakfast was sitting neatly on the edge of the tank platform. Grabbing it, Y/n turned back towards the ladder, taking a step back towards the ladder to drop the tub down to the bottom. Before he could take another step, an ice cold hand wrapped tight around the ankle of his wetsuit. Look behind him, Shoto reached far out of his tank up to his waist, chest almost flush with the platform. He looked at Y/n’s wetsuit boots, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m just putting the tub where one of the volunteers can grab it. I’ll come right back,” Y/n said casually.

Shoto released Y/n’s ankle and watch as the bent over and dropped the tub to somewhere he couldn’t see. Turning around, Y/n walked back towards him, a bright smile on his face.

“I saw you across the way in the black mermaid tank. Are you going to get in mine?” Shoto’s face wasn’t readable to Y/n.

Y/n paused halfway, looking at him worried, “only if you want me to. I won’t do anything you don’t want me t--” 

“Yes!” Shoto almost shouted, face lighting up.

“Okay,” Y/n’s smile back on his face, “but I can’t just hang out. I’m going to do some cleaning. And then,” Y/n pointed behind him to a large bag full of something Shoto couldn’t see, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Y/n geared up to jump into the 50 degrees Fahrenheit water. As he pulled the air mask over his face, Shoto looked at him confused.

“Why are you putting so much stuff just to swim?” He asked, tapping his hands in the puddle of water he had created on the platform where he waited.

“Because,” Y/n said, pulling the mask away from his face slightly so he wouldn't be muffled, “I can’t breath underwater like you can.”

This pulled an even more confused look from Shoto and suddenly his pulling down of those interns made even more sense. They were probably nice to him and he hadn't known they couldn’t breathe under the water. Y/n gave him a sad smile before pulling the clear full face mask back over his face.

Y/n sat at the edge of the platform, feet dipping into the water. he went to push off the edge of the platform when two hands grabbed his waist and yanked him into the water. The sudden all-over cold shocked Y/n for a second despite the thick wetsuit he wore but the excited look of the merman pulling him deeper into the water quickly distracted him. Shoto watched as Y/n’s scared look turned into a bright smile and how his hair started to float around his head exactly how Shoto had imagined it would.

Y/n tread water where Shoto had let go of him deep in the tank. Shoto swam back up to the top, grabbing both the bucket of cleaning brushes Y/n had brought and the sack of mystery Y/n had mentioned earlier. He let the sack float to the bottom of the tank as he carried the other box back to where Y/n swam.

“Here you go,” Shoto’s voice was clear as day to Y/n as he held the bucket between them.

Y/n started to clean the sides of the tank after years of algae buildup. It was obvious whoever the divers were before were instructed to only clean the main viewing window which was relatively spotless. After about ten minutes of Shoto carefully watching Y/n clean the sides of his cage, he was over, picking up a matching brush for the box and scrubbing next to him.

“Like this?” Shoto asks.

Slowly turning his head towards the Merman, Y/n chuckles, watching Shoto enthusiastically cleaning the side of his own tank. Y/n nods, hair following slowly behind. His hair reminded Shoto of the big fake seaweed plants that were in his home when he was young with how it moved. With the extra help, Y/n was able to scrub clean the sides as best he could. He packed up the cleaning box, having to try and convince Shoto to give back the brush he had been using but eventually gave up.

Y/n swam back up to the surface, hoisting the box up onto the platform. He took off his breathing mask and positioned his arms to hoist himself up onto the platform when a hand grabbed his ankle pulling him back under the water. Taking whatever breath he could before being submerged.

Shoto pulled them halfway down before looking up at Y/n. His excited face suddenly filled with panic when he noticed Y/n’s breathing mask floating a couple of feet above his head. He reached up trying to put it over Y/n’s face. Y/n shook his head back and forth frantically, trying to swim back to the surface. Shoto’s hands scooped under Y/n’s arms, swimming as fast as he could back to the surface. As they broke the surface, Y/n gasped for air.

“You could have killed me,” Y/n heaved between breaths.

Looking at Shoto, Y/n could see the fear in his eyes before he disappeared deep into his tank. Y/n caught their breath as they swam back to the platform, pulling himself up without interruption. His legs and flippers were still in the water, expecting Shoto to resurface eventually. After a few moments with no return of the merman, Y/n left Shoto’s area. The rest of the day until dinner would be filling out paperwork and checks for the medical care the different merfolk needed.

“Knock, knock,” Eijiro’s bright smile filled Y/n’s office a few hours later.

“Hey, Eiji. Ready for that tour?” Y/n asked, arms crossing and leaning forward onto his desk.

Y/n promised to give Eijiro and his crew a tour of the facility during dinner so he wouldn’t actually be helping with the delivery of food. Most of them had never seen merfolk up close and Eijiro next to begged Yn to let his crew see them. Y/n had reluctantly agreed of course. It was next to impossible to say no to Eijiro Kirishima when he gave those puppy dog eyes.

Y/n showed them first where they prepped the food and how the diets of different merfolk differed depending on where in the ocean they were found. Then he led them down the different hallways aquarium side. The boat crew was mesmerized by the merfolk who swam up to the glass once they saw Y/n had been walking with them. Y/n introduced the different merfolk with their names and where they were normally found in the oceans.

Walking up to Momo’s tank she was quick to swim up to the glass. One of the crew, Mashirao was humming a song and Momo could hear it through the glass. She tapped the glass in front of him, a wide smile on her face.

“You like that song, Momo?” Y/n asked her, he then turned to the crew, “I had a sound system set up so I’d be able to communicate with the merfolk while on this side of the glass. Which means any sound you make, they’ll be able to hear.”

Momo nodded her head quickly in agreement. Eijiro let out a deep bellied laugh, before turning to his crew.

“Well, give the lass what she wants!” Eijiro punched the shoulder of Mashirao.

Mashirao laughed in response and started to sing Randy Dandy-O, the song he had been humming. More of the crew joined in, causing the merfolk in neighboring tanks to swim up with their dinners to the glass to watch with excitement. Y/n stood a few feet from the group and looked around at the scene with a fond smile.

“I’ll have to bring you guys back more often if the merfolk like your singing so much!” Y/n called out to Eijiro who led his crew into a second song.

Y/n looked behind him at the glass of Shoto’s tank. He could faintly see the white and orange tail of the merman but he was keeping his distance for some reason. Walking over, he cupped his hands around his eyes and put his face up to the glass. Trying to focus deeper into the water, something suddenly came flying right where his face was, causing him to jump back. Looking at the bottom of the tank, a single shrimp lay there. Suddenly, a frantic looking Uraraka came scurrying up to Y/n.

“Um, excuse me. I’m sorry to interrupt, but Shoto is refusing to eat his food.” Uraraka looked at her feet.

“Why do you look so glum?” Eijiro’s booming voice asked, walking up to the pair.

“I’m sorry, Eiji. I’ve got to go deal with something. Uraraka. You used to give tours right? Could you show them the rest of the facility while I take care of this?” Y/n asked.

Uraraka agreed and Y/n quickly disappeared through one of the doors that led to the tank access area. Y/n puffed, ascending the ladder the Shoto’s tank platform, the sound of one of the volunteers bickering at the merman.

“Hey! Stop! Don’t throw your food at me!”

Y/n saw the sour-faced Shoto, arm reared back to throw another algae ball at the volunteer when he reached the top of the ladder.

“Hey!” Y/n barked.

Shoto’s head whipped to Y/n.

“Stop throwing food at him. He’s just doing his job. What’s got you so mad?” Y/n said, picking up pieces of food as he approached, dumping them all into the tub he snatched back from Shoto.

Shoto glared at the volunteer as he scurried out of sight down the ladder. Y/n tucked the tub under their left arm, his right hand found his hip. Tapping his foot, Y/n waited for Shoto’s response. Shoto watched Y/n’s feet, refusing to speak.

“Fine! Don’t tell me.” Y/n set the tub back in front of the merman. “Stop throwing your food at people.”

Y/n turned to leave. As he neared the ladder, he felt something thump against the back of his head, landing without a sound on the ground behind him. Turning back around, he sees a shrimp near his feet. Looking back up at the merman irritated, Shoto’s back was not turned away from him. Without hesitation, Y/n picked up the piece of shrimp, launching it back at the merman, hitting him in the back of the head with the shrimp before it sunk into the water below. Shoto turned around with an incredulous look on his face.

“Unlike my staff, if you’re going to throw food at me, I’ll throw it back at you,” Y/n spoke sternly with Shoto.

Y/n turned back around to leave before he was hit in the back of the head, this time with a ball of moss. He whipped back around, ready to chastise him when he saw the wide smile Shoto wore. He thought this was a game. Y/n’s stern look dropped, chuckling lightly as he picked up the ball of moss he had hidden in one of the containers he had given Shoto earlier that day.

Y/n crossed back over to the merman, squatting in front of him, holding out the ball. Shoto reached for the ball, but instead grabbed Y/n’s wrist, pulling him into the water. Y/n quickly bobbed back to the surface as Shoto swam around behind him, pushing him towards the center of the tank. Shoto turned Y/n quickly in the water to face him, hands staying on his shoulders. Y/n shivered in the water in his street clothes.

“Who is Eiji?” Shoto asks, eyebrows knitting together.

“Eijiro? He’s the captain of the boat I studied on. Why?” Y/n responded, confused.

“Why did you bring him here? Why is he the one you buy all our food from?” Shoto interrogated.

“He wanted to show his crew what merfolk were really like. And because he’s a friend. Hey, wait, why does that matter to you? Why did you pull me into your tank? It’s freezing to me,” Y/n questions back, placing his hands over Shoto’s to help him stay afloat in the cold water.

Shoto slid his hands out from underneath Y/n’s swimming a few feet away before speaking, “I don’t want to eat shrimp from him.”

Shoto disappeared back beneath the water without another word. Y/n rolled his eyes, paddling back to the platform, and getting out of the tank. By the time Y/n had found a towel and changed into dry clothes, Eijiro and his crew were gearing up to leave.

“Sorry I missed the second half. Shoto seems to be bothered by something.” Y/n apologized as he walked up to Eijiro, rubbing the towel into his hair.

Eijiro laughed at his soaked friend, “ I heard from Uraraka. Sounds like you’ve got a jealous siren on your hands.”

“Huh?” Y/n’s face filled with confusion.

“My dad used to tell me about how he became close with this mershark when he first started sailing. His first love, he’d always say. Would pick off any of the crew that got too close to him. Had to set some boundaries after the third first mate drowned. Anyways, We should head out. We’ve got an early day tomorrow.” Eijiro flashed his sharp teeth with a smile and pulled Y/n into a tight side hug before disappearing outside.

Y/n sat in his office, face in his hands as he sighed. Only about half of the merfolk were candidates for rerelease. Thankfully, the rest would be able to be used for education and research, granted they were willing to do so. The only one Y/n worried about was Shoto. He was the only one Shoto would really interact with, and even that had been sparse since Eijiro’s visit two days ago. Y/n wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stay at this facility or not. He had already filled and turned in the necessary paperwork for a permanent, but that wasn’t guaranteed. Y/n worried about what would happen if Shoto refused to cooperate with other marine biologists. Would they release him anyway? Hoping he’d be able to survive on his own? Shoto had never seen the world beyond what his tank would let him see. Y/n knew he wouldn’t last a day alone in the ocean. A harsh knock sounded on the office door before Uraraka came bursting in, out of breath.

“Baby merfolk. No mother. Way too cold.” She spoke quickly before disappearing back into the hall.

Y/n jumped out of his desk chair, following behind Uraraka to the loading dock. Opening the door, Y/n saw Tenya, the newest volunteer, running towards them, a tiny Butterfly Koi merpup in his arms. Transferring the baby to Y/n, he rushes down the hall towards the incubator before coming to a skidding stop.

“Why are you stopping?” Tenya asked, slowing down so he wouldn’t run into Y/n’s back.

“The incubator will be too hot for him,” Y/n said, turning and running through the doors towards the tanks.

Uraraka followed him fast, “but we don’t have any mothers.”

“I know,” called Y/n, climbing a ladder as fast as he could.

Once on the platform, Y/n ran, taking a deep breath in, and jumped into the water. He held the baby close to his chest and gave it as much of his own body heat as he could. Uraraka skid to a stop at the edge of the tank, watching Shoto swim faster than he ever had to the sinking Y/n. Shoto grabbed either arm of Y/n ready to pull them back to the service before he noticed the baby in his arms. Y/n shoved the child into Shoto’s arms, which he quickly took. Y/n swam back to the surface as fast as he could, gasping once he finally made it back to the surface.

“You think he’ll know what to do?” Uraraka asked frantically.

Y/n pulled himself out of the water with the help of Uraraka, “there’s only one way of knowing.”

Y/n slid down the ladder and ran around to the glass of Shoto’s cage. He stopped, heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. Tenya was soon next to him, wrapping a towel around his shoulders. Looking into the tank, Y/n could see Shoto curled into a ball in the corner that kept his bed. Y/n let out a deep sigh.

“It worked,” Y/n whispered, falling to the ground and sitting.

Tenya and Uraraka did the same as they watched Shoto start to fret over the child as it tried to wiggle out of his grasp as it warmed up.

“How’d you know that’d work?” Uraraka asked, a smile on her face.

“I didn’t,” Y/n admitted. “I sure prayed it would though. There wouldn’t have been a mother. Butterfly Koi mermen are the ones who care for the young. Are they sure there weren’t any merfolk in the area that was watching the baby?”

“Yeah,” Tenya started, “I watched the pup for the last three days and not a single merfolk ever approached the baby.”

“You did the right thing, Tenya.” Y/n said, falling onto their back, suddenly exhausted.

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[solarwindswriting]

Sunkissed

Pairing: Ex!Tamaki Amajiki x Reader, Yo Shindo x Reader

Word Count: 2578

Summary: Part 2 of One Step Forward, Three Steps Back. After the Hero Commission decides Y/n Bakugo and Yo Shindo will pretend to be a couple, the two attend their first official hero event together. Shindo begrudgingly could only compare Y/n that of the Sun, leaving a sun kissed feeling on his skin whenever they touch. Shindo then meets Y/n’s now infamous ex, Suneater. Loosely inspired by Sunkissed by Khai Dreams.

Warnings: general angst. minor alcohol consumption

A/N: I was never going to write a part two to this, but it just kind of happened. I think this is the longest single chapter I've written and I cut it short. Oops.

The cold evening air enveloped Y/n, sending a shiver down her spine. The only solace being the large warm hand on her low back leading her down the red carpet. The constant flashing of cameras and hollering from paparazzi was something one got used to when being a pro hero, but tonight was different. All cameras were pointed at Y/n and the man standing next to her, Yo Shindo. Everything had been planned from the way her gold slip dress matched his gold jaw guards to his pocket square and tie, and her eye makeup matching the distinct green normally found on her hero costume. The walk from the car they arrived in to the entrance felt miles away as they slowly made their way into the gala.

“The Hero Commission has decided to pair you with Pro Hero Grand. You’ll have to act as a couple for as long as the Commissions sees fit.” Hawks says, looking at the papers in his hand.

“Excuse me? They can’t just do something like that! I won’t do it.” Y/n spoke, shocked that hawks would green-light such a thing.

“Considering that stunt you pulled 6 months ago with your ex, you don’t really get much say in the matter. You may be popular but that left a lot of fans of the two of you with him and Hado to look towards. The Hero Commission thought it good to keep your fans following you over him.” Hawks tossed the packet of papers in front of Y/n as he spoke.

Y/n stalked down the red carpet with the same detached smile she had come accustomed to using until gentle fingers on her chin pulled her attention away from the cameras. Shindo smiled down towards her, just like they had practiced. He leaned down to whisper into her ear.

Shindo’s deep voice filling her senses, “try not to look so miserable. We’re supposed to be a happy couple, remember?”

“Do I really look that miserable?” Y/n turns her face to look Shindo in the eyes, their faces centimetres apart.

Shindo tucks a loose piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear, the pair frozen for a few seconds too long, warm breath mingling as they stared at each other. Clearing his throat, Shindo pulls away from her, smoothing his black suit blazer, and holding a hand out towards her. Y/n watches as he does this, blush visible at the tips of her ears. She can do this, she thinks, she can pretend to be happy with this man she barely knew. Taking his hand, she intertwined their fingers.

“Villain above you!” A loud voice shouted from behind Y/n, causing her to look up and send a large explosion towards the villain.

Turning towards the voice that helped her, Y/n saw a man in black pants and vest put his hands against the building she had just shot the villain back into. His gold jaw guard shined in the mid day sun. The next second, the building began to shake, causing the group of villains that had set their base up in the abandoned building to rush out the lower level exits. Y/n watched as chunks of concrete began to fall, and blasting any pieces that threaten to fall onto onlookers.

“Hey! Watch it! There are civilians around and we can’t have debris falling on them!” Y/n shouted at the other hero who had shown up last minute to assist in the raid.

“Maybe if you had a quirk that better suited this raid, I wouldn’t have to swoop in and help in the first place!” The mystery hero shouted back, rushing towards a small group villains.

Amajiki and Hado had arrived two cars after Y/n and Shindo, not noticing the other couple ahead of them until a small commotion by paparazzi pulled his attention from posing for photos. He wanted to believe her dating Yo Shindo was just a rumor, but he was proven wrong. He watched as the new couple looked at each other and how Y/n seemed to melt into his touch as they spoke far to quiet for anyone else to hear. Amajiki’s stomach turned with jealousy. It had been nearly 7 months since Y/n had broken up with him; he had told himself he wouldn’t be jealous when she finally finds someone else. It was his own fault after all. But watching her take the hand of that man made him feel sick to his stomach. A small tug of his arm brought him back to reality.

“Come one, Tamaki. We don’t want to hold up the line,” Hado smiles softly up to him.

He did as he was told, following her lead as they slowly made there way into the event.

Meanwhile, Y/n stood introducing her friends to her new partner.

“So, you don’t talk to any of us for nearly 4 months and now you show up with a man none of us have met?” Mina’s voice was hushed and abrasive.

Y/n looked towards the hardwood, head hung with uneasy. Mina was right, she shouldn’t have blocked any of them out like that, but she didn’t know how to respond.

“Well, technically we have met. At the provisional hero’s lisence test when we were all still in school,” Shindo interjected, arm scratching the back of his neck as he spoke. “I’m the one who created all those earthquakes. When I heard so many of you first years had passed, I was honestly impressed.”

Katsuki’s face washed with confusion trying to remember who he was.

“Oh, yeah,” Momo started, “you’re that guy who got headbutted by Gang Orca!”

The realization of who he was clicked in the small group of old 1-A students, some laughing quietly at the memory, Katsuki loudest of all. Shindo’s eyes went wide and cheeks flushed a light pink as his hand that was behind his neck found its way to the small of Y/n’s back and tapping three times. It was a code they had agreed on when one was ready to leave the conversation.

“That’s really the part you guys latched onto, huh?” Shindo grumbles out.

“I promise we’ll hang out soon. We need to keep making our rounds to the different tables,” Y/n hummed to her friends, taking Mina’s hand and squeezing it. “Movie night at my place when we can find the time?”

“I’m holding you to that, Pop Rocks,” Katsuki barks at his older sister.

“And what possessed you to start dating Squid Boy?” Katsuki sat spread out of the couch in the family room, glaring daggers at Amajiki.

Amajiki shift in his seat across from Y/n’s intense looking younger brother. Y/n reentered the room from the kitchen, water bottles in hand and hitting the back of her brothers head with one of the bottles and handing it to him.

“Don’t be a dick. You have to make a good impression just as much as he does. Mom taught you better than that.” Y/n barks at Katsuki crossing the room and sitting next to Amajiki.

“Yeah, I did! What did I do?” Matsuki barked at the same volume as her children as she entered through the front door, arms covered in too many grocery bags.

“Taught Katsuki to not be such a dick to someone his loving sister likes,” Y/n laughs while looking to her mother.

Close behind her was Masaru, holding a high stack of toilet paper, paper towels, and boxes of soda. Katsuki and Y/n stood up, taking some things from their parents and following them to the kitchen. Amajiki watched, stuck to the couch in fear.

Once out of ear shot, Masaru spoke matter of fact, “he failed the first test. He didn’t help with the groceries even though our hands were obviously overflowing.”

“Dad! That’s not fair. I already told you he’s not good with new people!” Y/n whined at her father.

Amajiki couldn’t make out the muffled words on the other side of the kitchen door, but they were talking long enough that they would have come out to the living room if it wasn’t about him. Finally, the door swung open to an exasperated Y/n, and an irritated Katsuki close on her heels. Katsuki flopped onto the couch he was on before as Y/n bee lined her way towards Amajiki.

“Let’s go, Amajiki,” Y/n said, pulling him up by the collar of his uniform blazer.

“W- we’re going already?” Amajiki hiccuped out.

“I’ll see you at family game night this weekend,” Y/n called to her younger brother.

“I’m holding you to that, Pop Rocks,” Katsuki hollered as Y/n shut the door behind them.

“Thank you,” Shindo whispered into Y/n’s ear once they were far enough away from the loud group of friends.

“I didn’t realize you got blasted by Gang Orc. That’s hilarious.” Y/n smiles up at Shindo, stifling the laugh that bubbled in her throat.

“You sure are a Bakugo,” Shindo says, pinching her side his hand rested on causing her to jump into him and letting out her laugh she was holding in.

“Yeah, that’s a nice way of putting it,” a voice from behind them hissed.

Y/n frozen in their spot, not daring to confirm who it was. Looking over his shoulder, Shindo saw a cheery faced woman in a light blue summer dress nearly skipping up to meet them with a tired looking man in a dark purple suit following timidly behind. He noticed how their outfits did not match.

“Hello, I’m Yo Shindo. Are you friends of Y/n?” He turned fully towards the couple, ignoring Y/n’s frantic tapping.

Hado’s eyes shifted from friendly to suspicious in an instant before speaking, “Oh, did Y/n not tell you who we are?”

“Yo, let’s just go,” Y/n whispered to her partner, reaching for his wrist to pull him away.

Instead of pulling him away, Y/n gets spun around and pulled closer to Shindo, his hand finding a low spot on her hip in view of the other two.

“Not yet, I was just being introduced to some more of your school friends.” Shindo’s kind smile slowly fell as he spoke, “these two obviously went to UA. You can tell by how they carry themselves like their better than me.”

Hado chuckled out, “and what makes you think we aren’t better than you?”

Y/n’s head snaps  towards Hado at her comment, disbelief covering her face. She squeezed Shindo’s hand that was on her hip leaving a light glycerol residue that warmed his skin before pulling away and stepping forward.

“Excuse me?” Y/n starts, hands popping with tiny explosions. “You really want to play the whose better game right now? I must have forgotten who between the two of us ranks twenty spots high that the other.”

“Hey, you’re rank chaser of a boyfriend is the one who started it. We can all see it. Kind of sad you don’t.” Hado’s voice dripped of false sympathy towards Y/n before looking up at Shindo, “What are you ranked? 45? 46? And she’s ranked #12 in all of Japan. Kind of pathetic if you think about it.”

Louder pops started to sound from Y/n’s palm. Shindo’s large hand enveloped her wrist, pulling her back to his side. He couldn’t think of why Y/n would feel the need to play this irritated at Hado’s jabs at him, except that anything Hado said would elicit this kind of response.

“You’re just going to let her go off like that on your ex-girlfriend?” Shindo’s voice sounded gruffer than normal as he looked over Hado’s shoulder to the man of similar height who looked like he was trying to disappear.

“Oh, so you do know who we are?” Hado scoffed out. “She tell you all about him?”

“Y/n didn’t have to. Hard to not know about the homewrecker and the man who let her weasel her way in when it’s plastered all over the tabloids for nearly a month.” Shindo shot back, tilting his chin up so he could look down to her.

Fourth Kind walked around his desk to stand in front of his sidekick, Grand, holding out a folder. Opening the folder, Shindo sees a snapshot of another hero emerging from a burning building with a child in their arms paper clipped to a bio sheet that read ‘The Incendiary Hero: Detacord’. He recognized the hero uniform from a villain base raid a couple weeks before. What his boss said next caused Shindo to look at him in disbelief.

“You’re next assignment comes straight from the Commission,” Fourth Kind started. “You are to pretend to be in a relationship with Y/n Bakugo, Hawk’s top sidekick. This will prove fruitful for you if you can pull it off. You’re in desperate need to increase your rank on the popularity chart.”

“And what good does this do for her?” Shindo asks, turning his attention back to the folder, flipping through the pages, finding a picture of a couple who also looked familiar to him.

“She went through a nasty public breakup earlier this year. While it hasn’t hurt her in the popularity charts yet, she’s becoming increasingly sloppy with her work. The Commission is hoping the assignment will give her something to focus on.” Fourth Kind spoke, walking across his office to start making tea for the guest who were about to arrive. “Now, go change into your hero uniform. Hawks and Detacord will be here shortly.”

“Don’t speak to my girlfriend like that,” Amajiki had finally spoken.

The other three looked at him, all a bit surprised to hear him speak finally. Shindo scoffed, shaking his head as he pulled Y/n be her elbow away across the venue. He could feel her shaking like a leaf. Taking two flutes of champagne from a waiter, Shindo hands one to Y/n. She takes a slow long sip from her glass.

“I thought the great Detacord was always cool under pressure. At least that’s what Teen Bop says about you.” Shindo smirks down at her, trying to alleviate the tension that was like a dark cloud around her.

“You read Teen Bop Magazine?” Y/n asks behind the glass.

“No, but my little sister does. She says she wants to be just like you one day.” Shindo says casually, looking out towards the crowd, spotting a now arguing couple they had just walked away from.

When no response from Y/n came, he looked back towards her. She was also watching Amajiki and Hado fight, an amused look on her face.

“What?” Shindo asked.

“At least now I know he fights like that with anyone he’s with.” Y/n says, finishing the champagne in her glass and putting the empty glass onto the tray of a passing waiter. “Have you ever been in a real relationship, Yo? Like an honest head over heels relationship?”

Shindo had ignored her calling him by his first name earlier when they were in front of her ex, assuming it was to prove a point. But he couldn’t ignore it now that no one else was in earshot of their conversation.

“Yeah, I have been,” his response came out much quieter than he had meant it to.

#solarwindswriting #tamaki amajiki x reader #suneater x reader #Tamaki Amajiki #yo shindo #yo shindo x reader #shindo x reader #grand x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader

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Cherry Blossom Secrets p.1

Part 2

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

Word Count: 1341

Summary: Eijiro knew the one thing to never say to Y/n, the one thing that could only hurt coming from him, and he uses it as a weapon against them. Now he’s realizing just how much his life had begun to orbit around Y/n’s. 

Inspired by She Used To Be Mine by Chloe Adams

Warnings: general angst. Bakugo’s normal name calling. The spilling of secrets.

A/N: It’s sad boi hours. I’ve been in the worst writing slump and I’m hoping writing and posting this will help me out of it.

Eijiro pulled the top half of his hair into a bun, tying it with a scrunchie Y/n had left in his dorm months ago. He examined the inch of black grow out near his scalp, much longer than he was comfortable with. He hadn’t bleach and dyed his hair without help in almost a year and suddenly felt nervous while looking at the mixed bleach infront of him. He held the brush and bowl in his hand for a moment more before giving it one last mix and getting to work on his roots. Eijiro had forgotten how much effort went into hold your arms in all those weird positions to get the bleach everywhere. He called it a night, convincing himself he’ll dye it red in the morning before breakfast.

Laying in bed, Eijiro stared at the ceiling, taking a deep breath before turning onto his side and pulling the heavy blanket over his shoulders. A breeze from the window wafted the scent of cherry blossoms into the room and filling his senses. They hadn’t spoken to hime since then. Everything around him reminded him of them, from the way they would move his head around to make sure they hadn’t missed a single strand of hair without dye to how he’d found cherry blossom petals in his pocket after they had told him something they hadn’t told anyone else. 

Eijiro Kirishima had never considered himself a coward since coming to UA, but that was changed with just one sentence that came out before he could think of what he was saying. His mouth went dry thinking about what had happened during training nearly a month ago. He shifted onto his back, looking up at the ceiling that was decorated in the glow in the dark stars Y/n had gifted him. 

He knew better than to say what he did, but he was offended for Bakugo. The worst part was that they hadn’t been wrong. Bakugo wasn’t a team player whenever the two of them were partnered together, they wouldn’t be allowed a word of opinion when they were. But what he said was definitely lie, one that was meant to sting. It had even surprised Bakugo when he said it. But it was too late, he had already said it out loud: “maybe you’re just jealous cause Mineta’s quirk is more powerful then yours will ever be and you know it.” Had he said it to Kaminari or Mina, it would have been laughed off as a joke between friends, but Y/n wasn’t just one of the boys.

Y/n was the only other person other than Mina to know about his natural hair color, they knew he still sometimes slept with his old Crimson Riot plushy when he missed home, they knew Eijiro saw the sun and the stars when he looked into their eyes. And Eijiro knew the one thing to never say to Y/n was that they would never be as strong as the rest of class 3-A. Eijiro twisted and turned for hours until sleep finally over took him.

Eijiro woke up the next morning to his blaring alarm, reminding him he had to dye his hair before classes. He had barely made it to his seat when the bell rang and Mr Aizawa walking into the classroom.

“Since it is Monday, I will once again go over this weeks training,” Aizawa began to drone the same training schedule as the last few weeks to the class.

Eijiro took the time to look around the classroom and that’s when he notice’s Y/n desk was empty. He looks back forward, lost in thought of where they could be. They had never missed class, except when they had the stomach flu and Aizawa forced them to go back to the dorms to rest. A small blast on his desk pulled his attention from his thoughts. Bakugo spoke brash but Eijiro hadn’t heard the words he said.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Eijiro asks, shaking his head to gather his thoughts.

“I said, let’s go, Shitty Hair. It’s time to get changed for training. You good, Bro?” Bakugo repeated himself, his eyebrows knit together in confusion at the red head.

That’s when Eijiro realizes he dissociated for the entirety of first period.

“Where’s Y/n?” Eijiro asks before he can stop himself, a bad habit he has seemed to pick up recently.

“Y/n? Did you not hear what Aizawa said? Something about having a meeting with Principle Nezu or something. I assumed you were payin’ attention.” Bakugo said casually, walking towards the classroom door.

Eijiro’s blood ran cold at the mention of Principle Nezu. You didn’t get a private meeting with him unless it was something really serious. He continued to fester in his own thoughts throughout the rest of his classes. The school day was over before it started and Eijiro now sat on one of the common room couches, listening to Denki and Mina fight over who the better Smash player was. He felt someone walk behind him before stopping, as he went to turn around, a small chunk of his hair is pulled up towards the ceiling, causing his face to turn towards the carpet.

Y/n’s voice rang out for everyone to hear, little emotion attached to it, “looks like you missed a chunk of black while you were dying your hair.”

Eijiro quickly swipes the piece of hair down, turning to look at Y/n in disbelief.

“Oh, did I say something I shouldn’t have? Something you didn’t want everyone else knowing?” Y/n’s eyes were cold as they spoke.

Eijiro opened his mouth to speak, but Y/n turned and started walking away before he could say a word. He was shocked they would do something like that so casually, something that was such a big secret, and as Eijiro watched Y/n wait for the elevator, it made perfect sense why they did it. An eye for an eye, they had told him once, taking a black pawn that had just taken one of theirs. They had always been smarter than him when it came to strategy. They had also always been better at comebacks when insults were being thrown between them and Bakugo.

Mina and Y/n now sat in Mina’s dorm catching Y/n on the notes they had missed that day.

“So, why’d you have to miss all day of classes just to talk to the Big Mouse?” Mina’s cheery voice warms the room.

“I talked to more than just Principle Nezu,” Y/n sighed, continuing to copy Mina’s notes.

“Are you really going to leave the hero program?” Mina’s voice was now filled with concerned.

Y/n stopped writing, looking up to her best friend. “Who said I was leaving the hero course?”

“It’s all Kirishima has been muttering about since you got back to the dorms. He’s convinced he’s the reason you’re leaving the program. I tried to tell him if you were, it wouldn’t be because of something he had said on accident, but he wouldn’t listen. He made me promise I wouldn’t mention it to you. Finally, he stormed out and towards the running track. But I just have to ask, because this class would be so boring without you bossing Bakugo and Kirishima around.” Mina spoke quickly, the way she does when she knew she was spilling secret that she shouldn’t.

“N- no, I’m not leaving the hero course. He really thinks him being an asshole to me would make me drop the hero course? I’ve heard worse things from my own mother. It’s honestly very bold of him to think it’d be because something he said.” Y/n finished with a scoff, going back to copying Mina’s notes.

“So, you’re set on cutting him from your life then?” Mina’s voice was somewhere between irritated and sad.

“That is yet to be decided,” Y/n response, pretending to be more focused on their notes than the conversation.

#eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader #red riot x reader #mha #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #solarwindswriting

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#I edited a meme all by myself #solarwindswriting

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Do I find Endeavor particularly attractive? No, not really. I get it though. But I DID start writing a reader one shot with a so far unnamed MHA character and it could definitely fit him as the love interest. I’m still not 100% convinced to use him. I’ll add in the A/N if I don’t end up going with him.

^^ Me writing this story

#Endeavor x reader #mha #my hero academia #solarwindswriting

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Wayfaring Stranger p.1

Pairing: Raihan x GN!Reader

Part 2

Word Count: 2356

Summary: A flying-type gym leader from Unova shows up in Galar and causes quite a stir in the trainer community. Their aggressive fighting and partying life style gets the eighth gym leader, Raihan to investigate. At a party held by Y/n, things suddenly come to a stop and Raihan feels the need to help this confrontational foreigner. He quickly learns they're constitution was much higher than he thought.

Warnings: Attempted drugging of reader by an unnamed person (not by Raihan), Alcohol consumption, description of what reader wears.

A/N: First Pokemon fanfic and I went OFF. A bit more adult than a normal pokemon fic for this first chapter. I already have part two written and will be posted right after this one. The song mentioned in the is Riot by Hollywood Undead.

“Sorry, challenges are done for the day. I’ve a party to prepare for.” Y/n giggled condescendingly towards the towering figure in the entrance of their battle tent.

A Rotom flies around what Y/n assumes is a new challenger, reading out their trainer info aloud to those sitting around the edge of the battle area and to those tuning into Y/n’s livestream.

The electric voice buzzes out, “Hammerlock Gym Leader, Raihan. He/him pronouns. ‘The Tamer of Dragons’ is considered the most difficult of all eight of Galar’s gym leaders and even more ferocious than Leon, Galar’s reigning Champion. Has yet to beat Leon despite multiple attempts.”

“Thank you, Rotom! Very informative! Nice to meet you, Raihan. What can I do for you this fine evening?” Y/n stood from their chair, stalking forward to the man in the center of the sandy arena.

The normally kind looking eighth gym leader held a confused scowl, looking down towards the small foreigner in front of him. From the stories he heard about the traveling Unova gym leader, he had assumed their appearance would be more intimidating. Gordie had described them as rabid, the crazed look in their eyes causing him to hesitate during their battle; Piers said their nightly parties were ten times as crazy as his own; and Leon had mentioned they had almost bested his cousin, Isis, the Unova champion just a few months prior. But now Raihan stood in front of them. Y/n couldn’t be taller than 5’5”, and their soft looking face didn’t match the taunting look it held. Their trainer uniform looked fresh as if they hadn’t been battling trainers all day. The bomber jacket they wore over the regions normal uniform was covering in patches from what he assumed were all the places they had traveled and their trainer number, 747, was embroidered on the right shoulder.

“How many badges did you give out today?” Raihan’s question took Y/n by surprise.

“Huh. I had assumed you were going to challenge me like the rest of your coworkers,” Y/n’s head quirked to the side before shaking it back and forth.

Y/n turned around, walking back towards where they were sitting before, but instead of sitting down, they pulled a binder out from beneath the chair. Opening it up, they search the page for a moment.

“I don’t know why you care about that, but four badges were won today. One for actually beating me, two for beating me in an after battle armwrestling match and one because the little brat cheated.” Y/n finished their sentance with a sharp clap from the binder closing in their hand. “Now, if that is all, like I mentioned before, I have a party to set up for.”

“You can’t throw a party of this size in Galar without a permit.” Raihan followed Y/n to where they stood.

Rolling their eyes, Y/n reached into the back of the binder pulling out a bright green paper and handing it to Raihan. He looked over the permit that allowed for both the battles and parties to be held for the next month. They seemed to have an answer for everyone of his questions.

“If you’re done coming up with ways of pestering me, maybe you can find the time to come to one of my parties. They’re a lot of fun. What was his name? Perry? Piers! I got him to do a keg stand the other night. You should have seen the poor guys face when he was set back down. Eyes as wide as a Flygon’s,” Y/n laughed walking away to a back room of the tent, ending their conversation before it continued.

Raihan exited the battle tent more confused than when he entered. Flygon hovered near the entrance playing with a togekiss as it waited.

“Who’s this friend you’ve found, Flygon?” Raihan asked his pokemon.

A faint voice came from inside of the tent behind him becoming more clear until Y/n stood at the entrance, “I swear to Arceus, Togekiss, if you flew off again, I’m cutting you from my team!”

Togekiss let out a loud screech, quickly disappearing into the tent. Y/n rolled their eyes before following their pokemon inside. Before disappearing from view, Y/n looked over their shoulder towards Raihan.

“Kids, am I right? Pokemon are invited to my parties too. Tent opens at 9pm.” Y/n called, pulling a latch, causing the tent flaps to flutter closed.

The music from the tent couldn’t be heard from further than a few yards from the tent, but as a Conkrldurr opened the tent flap so Raihan could enter, the volume attacked his sense causing him to jump. The air was hazy from people smoking who-knows-what. A large group of people began to jump in sync as the beat drop of Riot blasted. Raihan could see the gym leader in the center of the crowd jumping higher then the rest, mouthing the words to those around them as they danced. Five flying-type poke flew above the crowd; the same Togekiss from before as well as a Dragonite, Oricorio, Archeops, and Altaria. Raihan watched as they occasionally swooped down and broke up anyone moshing too hard.

The song ends while Raihan surveyed the crowd, causing him to loose Y/n. Hands grabbed his sides from behind and pushed him towards the drink table. With a little shove from the hands holding him, Y/n hops around to the front of him. Their bright pink mesh top fell short at their waist, their black short clung to them like a second skin, and they hopped side to side in a pair of chunky sneakers. Y/n shoved a can into his hand before opening another for themselves, taking a long chug.

“Glad you could make it! I’ve been trying to make the average height of attendants over six foot!” Y/n could barely be heard over the music despite their yelling.

Raihan leaned down so he could speak into Y/n’s ear instead of yelling. “You’re new to the area. How’d you get so many people to show up to a party of someone they don’t know?”

A visual shiver ran up Y/n’s spine, but Raihan watches as they recover quickly. Pulling their head back to look him in the eye, they smirk at him. Their warm breaths mingled between them.

“Just about anyone will show up for free booze, and if they don’t drink, it helps that I’m attractive,” Y/n hums out in confidence. They started to walk backwards into the crowd and yelling out, “I’ll see you around the party!”

Raihan was never able to catch Y/n free again that night. He caught glimpses of them dancing within the crowd, talking to people towards the edges, or throwing out anyone who was getting to handsy with out partygoers. Dispite seeing them with a new drink each time he saw them, Y/n never appeared incredibly drunk, buzzed at best. The energy from the crowd seemed to follow Y/n as they drifted around.

It was 1:30 am when the music lowered suddnely, bright lights came on, and the pokemon that were flying began dispersing the smoke in the air to nothing.

“Someone ruined it for everyone. They almost roofied someone else so the party is over,” a calm voice came through the speakers and the crowd moaned out in disappointment.

That’s when Y/n came into view with a microphone ontop of a small stage at a far end of the tent that Raihan hadn’t noticed before. Y/n hand went up and the crowd quieted.

“Sorry, but those are the rules! Don’t worry. The person targeted is safe and the one who did it is being taken to the police station now. Until then, you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.” Y/n’s hand rose and pointed towards the exit.

People began to shuffle out of the tent. Raihan watched as Y/n’s head fell back and their hands fell to their side as they let out a long low sigh. They rubbed their face, smearing some of the shimmering glitter around their face, stumbling back slightly. Raihan made their way over to them when he noticed them leaving the stage. He swam against the crowd as he crossed the tent, his height assisting in the movement. He followed them through to the backroom of the tent then through another set of flaps to the open field.

“You sure are full of energy for having done trainer battles all day.” Raihan comments behind them.

Y/n jumped at the low voice behind them, causing them to whip around to face him. This was the first good look at them since he had arrived. The moonlight lit up Y/n’s face, the glitter reflecting the light in an almost picturesque way. Their hair was pushed back and out of their face with the thin layer of sweat they had produced while dancing. Y/n’s eyes were as wide as saucers as they tilted their head back to look him in the eyes.

“It was me,” Y/n whispered.

“Excuse me?” Raihan asked confused.

“I was the one who was almost roofied. Or I guess was slightly. I tasted it as soon as it hit my tongue. My head hurts. How could I miss someone slipping something into my drink? It never left my hand! Help.” Y/n rambled on as their gaze slowly left Raihans and hand found purchase on the side of their head.

“Oh,” Raihan stepped forward quickly, grabbing Y/n’s other elbow as they started to lean too far to one side. “Let’s get you back inside.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Y/n followed him back inside, and fell into their deck chair.

“Do you not have a bed in here?” Raihan asked increduosly.

Pointing at cot hiding in the corner, Y/n mumbles between a yawn, “There. My pokemon watch the doors for me.”

“I’ll make sure everyone leaves. Rest.” Raihan orders Y/n.

Raihan steps back through the flaps the lead to the main chamber of the tent. A good amount people still were poking around to find out what exactly happened. Pulling a pokeball from his belt, Raihan lets out Turtonator into the room. A few left at the sight of his pokemon, not wanting to wait around to find out why it was let out.

“Watch the door, Turtonator.” Raihan spoke to his pokemon before turning back towards the crowd and hollaring. “You heard what the host said! Everyone out!”

By the time the tent was cleared, Y/n was fast asleep in their office. Raihan left his Turtonater outside their office, leaving two of their other pokemon to guard the other entrances.

Raihan entered the tent early the next morning to check on Y/n. What he hadn’t expected was to see Y/n already in a trainer battle.

“Let’s finish this, Archeops! Use Ancient Power!” Y/n calles out to their pokemon, pointing at their opponent’s Cinderace.

Archeops begins to glow and pull the glowing energy from its body into a white ball infront of it. Flapping it’s wings in sharp gusts, it sends the energy crashing into Cinderace, sending it flying to the ground unconscious.

“Good job, kid, but you’ve still got room to grow. Here, let me heal your pokemon.” Y/n was now kneeling infront of the young trainer, looking up to them with a kind smile.

It was the first sincere and kind smile Raihan had seen from them, suprised they were able to look like that in the first place. The kid left looking deflated but there was a determination in his eyes. Raihan looked back towards Y/n who was now brushing off Archeops’ feathers. Looking over their shoulder to him, their smile drops.

“You here to challenge me?” Y/n asks casually, turning back to their pokemon, whispering something to it.

“No, I actually-” Raihan stopped himself for a minute, looking at the small audiance and the Rotom flying around him. He crossed towards Y/n, waving the Rotom away from his head and whispering, “I actually came to check on you. You need to go talk to the police.”

“That’s very kind of you, but I’m fine. I went to the station this morning. If you aren’t here to battle, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the battle area.” Y/n spoke, passing him to find the next opponent.

Raihan grabbed their wrist as they passed, pulling them close to him. He leaned down to whisper in Y/n’s ear, “you sure? You looked pretty messed up last night. Take a break and I’ll pay for lunch.”

Y/n paused at his words before yanking their arm free.

“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t have the time for a lunch break.” Y/n replies, not looking back towards him as they walk away.

Y/n’s Dragonite was quick to Raihan’s side, pushing him off the battle area and into a seat. Saturdays were days off for the gym leaders of Galar, so the battle tent was a bustling place for those still wanting to compete.

Raihan finally saw what Gordie had mentioned the other day. One hundred precent of Y/n’s attention was on the opponent trainer and their pokemon. Their eyes seemed to blaze as they called out attack after attack, setting a relentless pace that was hard to keep up with. Raihan watched as Y/n beat trainer after trainer, never having to pull out more than three pokemon for most of the day.

With a no gigamaxing rule, it caused trainers to rethink how they fought. Y/n’s pokemon would give the opponent pokemon the first hit because of this, but it hardly mattered. Despite only having five pokemon on their team, all were trained to their fullest power. Raihan was surprised the tent was still in one piece with the moves being sent back and forth between trainers.

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Wayfaring Stranger p.2

Pairing: Raihan x GN!Reader

Part 1

Word Count: 2415

Summary: A flying-type gym leader from Unova shows up in Galar and causes quite a stir in the trainer community. Raihan overhears a conversation he probably shouldn’t have. He invites Y/n to Leon’s mom house for a weekend getaway.

Warnings: description of what reader wears, mention of a missing Unova gym leader (Definitely not Ingo 👀)

A/N: The song mentioned in this is actually called Have You Seen My Sister Evelyn? by Evelyn Evelyn! Let me know if I should continue this one or not!

Y/n’s bomber jacket and hair fluttered behind them as their Togekiss sent off the strongest Air Slash to the enemy Garchomp Raihan had ever seen. A crazed smile filled Y/n’s face that could only be describe as excitement. Raihan found himself on the edge of the bench he sat on, waiting for what Y/n would do next.

Raihan hadn’t noticed how long he had been there until Y/n announced the last battle of the day had just taken place and the tent was closing. Y/n hadn’t taken one proper break, the longest they took as to heal and feed their pokemon, not eating themself.

As people filed out of the tent, Raihan found himself once again swimming up stream towards Y/n who was talking on the phone.

“You still haven’t heard from Ingo? I’m really starting to get worried, Emmet… No, there hasn’t been any sightings of him in this region… Of course, I’m asking around!… Yeah, yeah I know.” Y/n’s once fiery eyes were now much darker as they spoke on the phone. A deep sigh came from them as they listened to whoever they were on the phone with. “Have you asked that kid, what was his name? Ash? That kid travels a lot too. He might know something… Oh,yeah. I was able to catch the local Zapdos varient. It might be able to help us. I’ll let you know if anything come from it.”

Turning around, Y/n finds Raihan standing not to far away and pretending to not be listening in on their conversation. Raihan’s face failed him, the shock of hearing they caught Galarian Zapdos evident on his face.

“Sorry, Emmet, I have to go. That dragon trainer I was telling you about is here… No, I’m not going to ask him if he thinks air or train travel is superior. That’s fucking weird. I’ll call you back later. Bye.”

Y/n hung up the phone, walking up to Raihan and speaking, “you’re not going to insist I come with you to dinner right?”

“Well, you have a party to set up for right? You wouldn’t have the time for that.” Raihan riffs back.

“No party tonight. Sunday and Monday are my days off and I like to start that on Saturday nights.” Y/n explains, walking to the back office of the tent.

Raihan follows them as he speaks, “so you are free for dinner.”

“Unfortunately, no. Not sure how much of that conversation you heard, but I’m busy even on my days off.” Y/n begins placing their pokeballs in a portable incubator and humming out, “I’ve got a missing friend, an irate legendary pokemon in a master ball, and about about four hours of sleep in me. So, I’ve got more pressing matters to attend to than having a fancy dinner with an attractive guy.”

“Thanks?” Raihan couldn’t figure out if he should be sad at the dismissal or flattered at the compliment. “I was just going to suggest some food cart curry though. Who’s your friend? Maybe I’ve heard something. Were you close? It sounded more that just a friend when you were talking about him on the phone.”

Y/n paused for a second before slowly turning towards the tall man, a disgruntled frown on their lips, “We are close. Closer than close. He’s a gym leader with his twin brother in Unova. And frankly, our relationship is none of your business.” Y/n’s arms crossed infront of them, weight shifting to one leg, scowl dropping to the ground, becoming something sadder as they continued, “But no, we aren’t together. Those two are like older brothers to me. His name is Ingo.”

Raihan took another step forward, left hand raising to gently hold Y/n’s right elbow. Y/n’s gaze lifted, looking Raihan in the eyes again. They watched as Raihan’s face flipped between emotions; sadness, and pity is what he settled on before something flashed behind his eyes, a smirk finding his lips exposing a small fang.

“Hey, I know just the thing you need. Leon’s mom makes some of the best curry in Galar, and Leon invited me to his mothers for the weekend. I’m sure I can get you an invite; his mom loves me.” Raihan’s voice slowly filled with excitment.

His face reminded Y/n of how the twins would always insist they come over and have dinner after long work days at the station and airport. And just like then, Y/n found themselves following this practical stranger out of their tent after packing an overnight bag and up onto their Dragonite, following Raihan’s Flygon across Galar. Y/n had not had the time to explore more of Galar other than the surrounding area of Hammerlocke and the subway station, so this was a perfect excuse to venture out further.

The two trainers would try to fly the distance in one go, taking about 3 hours to get to the bottom of the region typically. What Raihan hadn’t accounted for was his own flygon not used to traveling longer than 30 minutes at a time. He watched Y/n’s Dragonite deftly ride wind gusts and creating it’s own when needed, while Flygon struggled to keep up speed. Halfway into their trip, Raihan signaled for them to land. Shifting on Dragonite, Y/n follows Raihan to the outskirts of another large town.

“Sorry! I don’t think Flygon will be able to fly me any further. It’s not used to flying this long with someone on it.” Raihan calls over to Y/n as he hopes off Flygon and calling it to its pokeball.

Reaching around and into their bag that was slung across their bag, Y/n pulled out their trainer belt. Unlatching a pokeball from the brown belt, Y/n threw the ball out towards Raihan. Catching it, he looks up to Y/n who is jumping down from their Dragonite.

“What’s this for?” Raihan questions.

“Give it here. You can ride Dragonite the rest of the way.” Y/n took the ball from Raihan, throwing it and revealing Galarian Zapdos. “This’ll slow us down a bit since we’re not as familiar with each other, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Raihan stands there shocked, watching Y/n mount the regions legendary bird, a pokemon he only had rare sightings of in wild areas. Y/n pet it’s neck before getting it to take flight up into the air. They struggle of a few moments, but Y/n is able to find a rhythm with the pokemon. Looking down, Y/n sees Raihan looking towards them, a child-like wonder filling his eyes.

“You coming or not?” Y/n called down to him.

Raihan quickly climbed onto Dragonite, the pokemon giving him nearly no time to adjust before taking off into the sky. The sun was setting when the pair finally land in Postwick, the home town of the Galar Champion. Both dismounted the pokemon, Y/n calling both back to their pokeballs.

“Now, I have to warn you,” Raihan started, walking up to the front door and gently knocking on it. “This family is loud, loving, and not afraid to point out every one of your flaws.”

Y/n laughed as the door swung open. A young boy stood in the doorway with a wide smile on his face.

“Raihan!” The kid jumped forward, hugging tight around Raihan’s waist.

Raihan hugged the boy back, “Hey, Hop. Is your older brother here yet?”

“He was. Mom made him run into town to pick up more MooMoo Milk.” Hop spoke quickly as he led the two inside.

“Oh, good. You’re here, Raihan.” An older greying woman catches sight of him, crossing the kitchen to hand him a knife. “Go finish cutting the chicken for me. It’s the part I hate the most.”

“Hello, Marie. This is Y/n, they’re a gym leader from Unova. They know Isis. Thank you for letting them join us this weekend. Y/n, this is Marie, Leon and Hop’s mom.” Raihan spoke politely as he followed the woman into the kitchen, washing his hands after her and starting to cut the chicken.

Marie crossed back over to Y/n who stood near the couch and holding out her hand, “of course! Any partner of Raihan’s is welcome in this house.”

Y/n reached out, taking Marie’s hand in their own. “Sorry, there must have been some kind of confusion. Raihan and I aren’t together.”

“Oh! My apologies. I just assumed you were with how he spoke of you over the phone.” Marie voice full of skepticism.

“Oh?” It was Y/n’s turn to be confused.

They hadn’t heard Raihan and Marie’s conversation since he stepped out of the battle tent to make the call. Y/n couldn’t think of how he made her think such a thing since they barely knew each other. Y/n’s thoughts were cut short by a Wooloo running between them and Marie.

“HOP!” Marie called over her shoulder towards the front door.

In the entrance stood two guilty look boys, Hop and Leon putting on unconvincing smiles towards their mother.

“I swear to Arceus! Get that Wollo out of my house, or you won’t have any dinner. Neither of you!” Marie called to her boys, crossing now to stand infront of them and point in the direction the Wooloo ran.

Both sons went running past their mom, Leon quickly handing their mother a jug of milk. Y/n laughs at the motion.

“I’m done cutting the chicken,” Raihan reentered the conversation.

“Oh, perfect. Go show Y/n how to satee it. I have to go make sure that pokemon doesn’t distroy anything.” Marie waved Raihan off, handing Y/n the jug of milk and disappearing after her sons.

Raihan and Y/n stare at each other for a moment before Raihan turns and speaks over his shoulder, “she’s going to find more ways to get me to cook so she doesn’t have to. It’s best not to fight it.”

Y/n walked into the kitchen, putting the milk in the fridge. They settled to the side of Raihan, leaning against the counter and watching him cook in silence for a few moments. The silence was accentuated by the occasional reprimanding coming from another room.

“Sooo, why does the Galar Champion’s mother think we’re dating?” Y/n smirks in a playful taunt, looking up to meet Raihan’s eyes that were already on them.

Raihan chuckles, looking back down to the pot infront of him quickly, “since I don’t tell her about a lot of people in my life, she assumes every new person I mention is my partner.”

“You talk to your friends mom on the phone often?” Y/n’s eyebrows knit together.

“She calls me when Leon doesn’t answers her calls. I don’t have it in me to ignore the kind woman.” Raihan sighs, turning the stove low to simmer.

Fast footsteps coming from the room pulls the the pairs attention as Hop comes flying into the kitchen.

“You have an Archeops??” Hops eyes were as wide as his smile.

“Yeah,” Y/n chuckles at the boy, “I do.”

“And you just mention this now? Come on, you have to show me.” Hop pretended to be offended before grabbing Y/n’s hand and pulling them you through the front door.

Raihan watches Hop and Y/n disappear out the door and Marie and Leon, Wooloo under his arm enter the kitchen. Leon follows the other two out, Marie coming up to Raihan.

“Leon was just telling me how Y/n runs an airport in Unova. They apparently are close with the subway masters there and even sings with them to raise money for the public transit there.” Marie spoke casually, looking up at Raihan for his reaction.

“Y/n sings?” Raihan turns to Marie with a confused look on their face.

Marie smiles, getting the exact reaction she wanted. “Yes! Leon showed me a video from Isis of them at their last performance! Here, I’ll show you!”

Marie pulled her Rotom out, pulling up the video and handing it to Raihan. The title of the song scroll along the top of the screen, ‘Have You Seen My Brother Emmet?’, as a jaunty station piano begin to play. He watches as Y/n and a man jump down some subway stairs and begin to sing. Their movements were perfectly in sync as they danced around each other and interacted with the audience.

Y/n wore what Raihan assumed was their normal gym uniform; a pair of beige pants, an off white buttonup tucked neatly and held in place with their belt that held their pokeballs, their same bomber jacket but with less patches it has now, and a pair of pilot’s goggles atop their head. The man they sang with wore a long black trench coat with thick brown stripes. He wore a train conductor hat with the same colors, and a purple tie and white gloves. Sudden realization hits Raihan. If they were singing about Emmet, that must be Ingo in the video with Y/n.

The two were pulled from watching the video by Y/n singing along to the video as they walked back into the house, Hop close on their tail.

“Is it possible that he could be in Timbuktu or Katmandu or Vegas or Uzbekistan? He learning how to do-do The Chattanooga Choo Choo? Oh golly where could that boy be?” Y/n finished singing, turning and grabbing hop by the hands and swinging around the front room for the rest of the song.

Raihan couldn’t help but smile watching them having fun. Leon came in before the song ended, closing the door behind him and walking over to the his mother and friend in the kitchen.

Marie tugs on Raihan’s jacket sleeve, pulling him down so she could whisper in his ear, “they’re nice. You should keep them around.”

Raihan’s heart tugged at his chest. He hadn’t felt this happy in a long time, but it stung all the same. Y/n hadn’t moved here, they were just passing through. They’d be gone in a month, onto another town looking for their missing friend. He’d probably never see them again. How’d this obnoxious traveling gym leader weasel their way into his heart so quickly? And what’s stopping him from just dropping everything and following them on this journey?

#raihan #raihan x reader #pokemon #emmet and ingo #solarwindswriting

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SolarWindsWriting Holiday Event!

It’s the Holidays and the end of No Content November. That means it is time! The first ever holiday writing event for this blog is here! Listed below are previews of the five main one-shots I will be posting and when. There will be a few shorter drabbles mixed in there as well. I will also be doing holiday related ships for the first 5 people who send in the required info mentioned below the cut!

Rules of Entry:

Look at who I write for

You must be following me

You must send your ask off of anon.

Reblog this post (optional)

Slots Filled: 0/5

Here’s what to send in for the holiday ships:

What Fandom(s) you’d like (2 max)

Your pronouns

What specific holiday/winter activity is your favortie?

Your preferred gender of partner

What’s your personality like?

What are your hobbies?

Scheduled Holiday One-Shots

12/4 - Thanksgiving with the Detective - Connor x HumanMale!Reader - Detroit: Become Human It’s been a couple of years since the android uprising, and life has started to feel normal again. Y/n and Connor have convinced Hank to let them host Thanksgiving at his house since he has the biggest kitchen of them. Hank relishes the feelings that Connor and Y/n bring to him in what are usually his lowest moments.

12/11 - Snowed into a Cabin - Izuku Midoriya x Male!Reader - My Hero Academia Izuku and Y/n are packed and ready to leave from the little secluded cabin vacation they took together, but as they open the door to pack the car, three feet of snow stands blocking the door.

12/18 - Sufganiyot Mishap - Adrian Chase x Male!Reader - Peacemaker (Subject to change) Y/n’s mother insists they bring their new boyfriend, Adrian to the final night of Hanukkah. He offers to help Y/n’s mom with cooking after the final candle is lit despite never making such a dish.

12/25 - Christmas on a Starship - William T. Riker x BetazoidGN!Reader - Star Trek: The Next Generation Y/n has lived on the USS Enterprise for about 8 months now after marrying William T. Riker. The couple’s first Christmas as a married couple was fast approaching and come Christmas Eve, Y/n thinks everything is in place for tomorrow. Internally, Will is freaking out, forgetting to get Y/n a gift during last leave.

12/31 - A Punch Bowl Waltz - Colin Bridgerton x Female!Reader - Bridgerton The Duke and Duchess have invited the rest of the Bridgerton family to their home for their annual new years ball, one that starts later and goes into the wee hours of the morning. While there, Colin quite literally runs into Y/n whilst she turns away from the punch bowl, ruining her dress in the process.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Playlist Drabble Event

I need to get out of this writer's block, and the way I’m going to do it with this self-ship event! I have been inspired to do this by @httptouya’s recent events. I will be writing one self-ship story and a five-song playlist based on a song of your choice per person.

Rules of Entry:

You must be following me. (New followers welcome!)

You must send your ask off of anon.

If either of these is not met, your request will be deleted.

Slots Filled: 2/10

Info needed:

A character I write for that you want to be shipped with. Here is my list of fandoms I write for.

Whether you want a specific name used or your character to be nameless; and what name you want used if you do.

Pronouns! I don’t want to misgender you in your own story!

Is this story platonic or romantic?

What song do you want the drabble to be based on? Song name and artist required.

A physical description you want to be used for yourself.

What’s your personality like?

What kind of relationship do you have with this person? Any known dynamics? Any names you call each other (romantic and/or platonic)?

What you’ll get:

A drabble that is written just for you! (approx. 500 words)

An at minimum 5-song playlist made for the vibe of said drabble. This number doesn’t include the song you sent in.

Any and all questions or clarifications can be sent in either a dm or ask. These CAN be anon if you wish.

#Playlist Drabble Event #solarwindswriting #x reader #feel free to share this around! #writing event #Pokémon #my hero academia #Obey me! #star trek #star wars #x men #bridgerton #detroit become human

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Cherry Blossom Secrets p.2

Part 1

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

Word Count: 3132

Summary: Leaving for America, Y/n takes the opportunity of a life time to work with the US’s number 20 hero. Class 3-A follows their classmate’s journey in America.  Can a birthday text help save Y/n and Kirishima's friendship? Kirishima prays it can.

Warnings: reader in danger as a pro hero

“You can’t just leave,” Mina whined, hanging onto Y/n’s arm as they stood in front of the dorm building.

“It’s a little late to convince me to not go,” Y/n laughed, pulling Mina into a proper hug and squeezing tight. “Besides, It’s only for two months.”

Letting go, Y/n then pulled their cousin, Izuku into a similar embrace. Izuku was trying to hold in the tears that threatened to spill. A sharp ‘tch’ came from behind Y/n. Turning around, Bakugo stood behind, an annoyed look on his face.

“You extra’s are so emotional.” Bakugo scoffed, reaching over and ruffling Y/n’s hair.

Y/n chuckled, wrapping their arms around Bakugo’s waist, “you’re going to miss me, Kacchan. Don’t try to deny it.”

With another scoff, Bakugo wraps his arms around Y/n, picking them a couple of inches up off the ground in a breath restricting hug.

Kirishima watched from the second story window as Y/n said their goodbyes to their friends. Aizawa had announced the day after Y/n had missed classes that they would be participating in an exchange program in America. There was apparently a hero in America with a similar quirk to Y/n’s and they hoped they could learn to improve their quirk under their tutelage.

That was three weeks ago now. Most of class 3-A was in the dorm common room for a movie night when Izuku’s phone began to ring. Izuku disappeared to the kitchen while answering the phone.

“Hi, mom. Did you need something?” Izuku’s voice got quieter the further he got.

After a few more minutes, Izuku comes skidding into the room, snatching the tv remote and changing the channel quickly.

“Hey!” Bakugo barked. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Look!” Izuku points to the tv and turns on the room lights, full of worry.

On the screen was an American newscast, the words ‘Breaking News’ scrolled across the top of the screen as a woman's voice rang out.

“Behind me is the California State Capitol in Sacramento where a live hostage situation is taking place. We don’t know much, but we do know a few things. There are at least four armed assailants, and approximately 17 hostages, including two young heroes, one of which we are told is an exchange student from Japan.”

The once relaxed mood evaporated in an instant, all eyes were on the bright tv. One the bottom of the screen read the local time, 7 am. A loud explosion sounded from inside the building and a cloud of smoke began to float out of the windows. Suddenly, a group of civilians came running out the front doors, but there was no sign of Y/n. A few more tense minutes passed with no new information from the news anchor. All class 3-A could do was watch in horror for what might happen next.

Another loud crash came from inside before a body came flying from one of the windows, smacking hard onto the pavement. Seconds later, the front doors swung open wide and the camera zoomed in. Y/n stumbled out coughing, a man with messy black hair floating behind them. Y/n’s face was covered in soot and blood dripped out the corner of their mouth and from the nose. As medics came rushing up, Y/n ran back up the stairs, the man that was floating behind them landing softly on the pavement outside.

Y/n’s hoarse voice was picked up by the camera’s microphone, “They're not all detained. Help Mohave. They shot him.”

Y/n disappeared back into the building as quickly as they had shown up. Kirishima’s blood ran cold at their words. Their partner was shot and now they’re running back in without backup?

“Do they have a death wish? Why are they going back in? Why aren’t they waiting for the Pros?” Bakugo barked at the tv, standing in frustration.

Izuku’s voice squeaked out behind the couch, “Y/n and Mohave are the Pro Hero on the scene.”

“What?” Kirishima finally spoke up.

“Mojave is one of Y/n’s mentor’s sidekicks. They’ve been paired together for most of the time Y/n’s been there.” Mina pipes up.

Another loud bang came from inside before two more bodies came flying out of the building next to the first one. Y/n could be seen again, their arm held slightly behind them as they marched out, fingers twisting and contorting. Their eyes seemed to glow a pale pink and what looked like glowing cherry blossom petals danced up and around their arm. As the smoke cleared, someone struggling to break free could be seen floating behind Y/n. They moved their arm in front of them, the body in the air lurching forward and onto its knees in front of the police. All the assailants were now detained.

Class 3-A watched shocked. No one had seen Y/n do anything that vaguely resembled what they had just witnessed. Y/n could lift a large boulder at best, but never another human, let alone one who was struggling so much. They watched as Y/n wiped their nose, looking at the blood that was now on their hand. The news anchor from before rushed forward sending off question after question at Y/n.

“Pro Hero Shift! This is your American debut correct?... What’s it li-… Mojave’s girlfri-...”

They looked up slowly at the woman, face contorting into confusion. Before the new anchor could ask any more questions, Y/n’s head whipped to the side at an ambulance, before taking off into a dead sprint. The camera followed where they ran, zooming in on the other hero's face, a half-hearted smirk forming on his lips, a small sharp tooth poking out.

“Erin!” Y/n called out, hopping into the ambulance, doors closing as it took off towards the hospital.

Mina looks to her side, gauging Kirishima’s reaction. She could see the obvious projecting Y/n had done on this Mohave hero. Messy black hair, sharp canines, buff, what looked like a power quirk? They couldn’t be more obvious. Yet the rest of the class seemed oblivious.

Y/n’s 18th birthday occurred while they were in the states. A loud rendition of happy birthday blasted through their phone as their friends sang to them. Y/n laughed, holding the phone away from their ear until they were done. When they were, Y/n pulled her phone back, hearing Izuku’s voice.

“Happy Birthday, Y/n! Yeah, guys, I’ll be right back.” Izuku whispers to his friends while walking away from them. “Do you have any plans today, Y/n?”

“Yeah, Cleaver is throwing me a birthday slash official debut party tonight! That music video I was telling you about came out last night.“ Y/n asked, picking up the latte the barista had made them.

Clover was the hero Y/n was training with. She had explained it was normal for American heroes to release a sort of introduction music video for their debut and began setting everything up for Y/n’s own. The song picked was Deal With It by Ashnikko. Filming hadn’t started until the redesign of Y/n’s hero uniform was finished, but once it had, it felt like nonstop work until it was finished.

“Oh, yeah! I’ll be sure to watch it with the others when we’re off the phone.” Izuku smiles into the phone.

“Sounds good. I’m walking into work right now, so I’ve gotta go. I’ll text you about when what day I’m leaving for home when I have free time,” Y/n spoke as they pulled out their badge and showed the security guard.

“Okay, bye, Y/n!” Izuku calls.

“See yeah, Izu,” Y/n said before shoving their phone into their back pocket and entering the elevator.

A hand appeared between the elevator doors, causing them to open and reveal Erin, Y/n’s current work partner. Once Erin noticed who was in front of him, a huge smile grew on his face and he hopped in.

“Hey! Happy Birthday, Rockstar! Did you see how your video is doing?” Erin smiled, flashing his pointed incisors at Y/n.

“No, not yet. Clover told me to wait until I got to the office today.” Y/n adjusted the bag on their back.

Izuku walked back into the front room where class 3-A sat around talking.

Falling onto the couch next to Katsuki, Izuku speaks up, “Y/n’s music video was released yesterday. Does anyone want to watch it?”

Mina immediately perks up, grabbing the tv remote and turning it on, “absolutely!”

Pulling up Youtube, Mina finds the video, making it fullscreen before pressing play. Everyone turns to the tv as the music starts. The camera slowly circled Y/n’s body in the hero uniform they were all familiar with; black boots and pants, a loose dark red shirt with a black hood attached to it, and leather gauntlets that helped focused their quirk. Their head was tilted up slightly, looking down at the camera as the words started, a smirk slowly stretching across their face. At the line ‘I’m back, I’m better,’ Y/n swipes the camera away only for it to come straight back. This time, they wore a different uniform. Red combat boots were laced tight, black baggy pants tucked into them. They wore a tight red shirt that was tucked into the pants, and they wore a black half jacket with its hood pulled up, resting lightly on their manicured hair. They began walking forward, and the camera followed backward to capture Y/n’s face. At the beginning of the chorus, Y/n jumps towards the camera, the lens following as they clear the camera and take off into the sky, a trail of glowing cherry blossom petals following close behind.

The rest of the chorus showed clips from the hero work Y/n had done during their internship in Japan last year. At the start of the next verse, the video shows Y/n landing from the sky, and walking into the hero agency building they were working at in America. As Y/n entered the elevator, Y/n’s boss, Clover stepped in and rode up with them. The pair walked through an office and into a business meeting, and both took seats. The next chorus sequence showed clips from Y/n’s hero work in America, highlighting the progress they’ve shown in just a short time.

The camera shook before coming into focus on a red carpet event before the next verse started. Y/n wore a deep red suit, right arm linked with Erin who wore an expensive-looking green suit. Y/n’s head tilted to the left while looking at the camera. Erin leaned down, whispering something into Y/n’s ear during the lyrics ‘I don’t care what his name is.’ The camera shook again, coming back into focus, this time in the middle of a city street, Y/n and Mojave Green back to back, fighting some villains. Y/n took off into the air again before their arms reached out in front of them, and pulled the two villains to ram into each other, glowing cherry blossoms circling the villains as they did so. The shot continues as the two take out a large group of what class 3-A assume are trained actors.

The last chorus began to play and stats begin to show up on the screen. How many hours Y/n had already logged as a hero, what they expect to be ranking in the US if they were to stay until next year, and what they are already ranking in Japan, which was a whole lot lower than what they’d be ranking in the US, and other similar stats.

The song ended, prompting a count down to another video that would be played. Pressing the cancel button, Mina tossed the remote onto the coffee table. The class was quiet as they processed what they had just watched. Jiro was the one to break the silence.

“That was so rad.” She smirked out to the class.

“Oh my god, yeah!” Mina squealed, excited for her close friend. “Who knew Y/n could look so cool! They’re so going to outrank all of us in the popularity polls during our first hero as official heroes!”

“Yeah right,” Bakugo scoffed. “I’ll still bet them.”

“Yeah, good luck trying,” Kirishima scoffed in response.

Bakugo and Mina look at Kirishima. Whenever the group would talk about Y/n, Kirishima would seemingly check out, but apparently, that assumption was wrong. Kirishima hadn’t looked up from his phone when he talked. He looked at the happy birthday text he had drafted to Y/n, but couldn’t convince himself to send it yet.

Kirishima hadn’t missed Y/n’s birthday since they met, usually staying up late and sending a message right at midnight, then arriving at their dorm room early that day with a single cupcake and whatever gift he had decided to get them that year. But this year was different. He had hardly said a word to Y/n in the almost three months since he had slipped up and insulted them. And now he didn’t know if Y/n would even want a message from him. Kirishima’s attention was pulled back to reality by his phone being snatched from his hands.

“You sent it!?” Kirishima yelled at Bakugo.

“So, what are you mopping about, Shitty hair?” Bakugo asks, looking at Kirishima’s phone he had grabbed.

He rushed across the common room and skimmed the message as Kirishima jumped up and attempted to take the phone back. It wasn’t just a happy birthday message but an apology for what had happened. It was beautifully written, just like every birthday message Bakugo had watched Kirishima send to Y/n over the years. He quickly pressed the send message button as Kirishima grabbed the phone from his hands.

“Hey, man. You grabbing it from my hands must have hit send on accident,” Bakugo threw his hands up in defense as he lied to his friend.

Y/n’s phone went off with Mina and Jiro’s text tones a few minutes later. They assumed the two must have watched the video, making a mental note to respond when they were out of the meeting that had just started. Y/n’s heart drops to their stomach in an instant at the familiar sound of Kirishima’s ringtone sounds. A cough comes from the head of the table, Clover looking at Y/n confused.

“Sorry,” Y/n whispers, reaching into their pocket and blindly turning off the sound on their phone.

Kirishima was pacing in Bakugo’s room, stressed about why Y/n hadn’t even read the message that was sent.

“Dude, calm down. It’s one am, go to bed. Or better, let me go to bed,” Bakugo groaned, putting his pillow over his face as he lay in his bed.

“No, You did this so now you have to deal with me.” Kirishima stops and points at Bakugo, before turning back to pacing around the small room. “Why haven’t they responded? It’s been almost an hour and a half since I sent it. They changed their uniform. Can you believe that? I helped them design their first hero uniform and now it’s completely different now.”

“It’s like 9 am over there. Y/n’s probably working. They’ll respond when they have time, just like they always do. Now, please, go to bed.” Bakugo almost growled the last part.

Kirishima was pushed out of Bakugo’s dorm a few minutes later and started to walk to his own dorm. He felt like he could explode with stress. Had Bakugo not stolen his phone, he wouldn’t be feeling this way. Kirishima stopped walking, thinking about what he just thought.

“No, had I not said those words three months ago, I wouldn’t be feeling this way,” Kirishima whispered to himself.

He closed his eyes in the hallway, taking a deep breath. He was at his dorm door when his phone buzzed in his pocket. His heart stilled before he pushed into the dorm, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. The name ‘Cherry Blossom’, and the words ‘1 new message’ lit up the top of his screen. Y/n had texted him back, and he was terrified to unlock his phone.

The meeting had slightly over, and Y/n rushed out of the room quickly once it was over. They responded with quick thank you’s to both Mina and Jiro as they walked to their desk. Sitting in their swivel chair, they finally open the message from Kirishima. It was a long paragraph that required them to scroll to reach the first sentence.

‘Happy Birthday, Y/n. I want to start this text with I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said three months ago. It was mean and a flat-out lie. I’m also sorry for taking so long to apologize. I should have as soon as it happened, or at the very least, before you left for America. Instead, I’ve just been stewing for what feels like forever, beating myself up for what I said. Lastly, I’m sorry I didn’t send this message to you at midnight like I usually do. I hope you have a good 18th birthday and I’m sorry I can’t be by your side for it. -Eijiro’

Y/n finished reading the message, their knuckles white as they clutched their phone. A small ‘huh’ came from behind them. Y/n jumped slightly, turning the chair around to see a befuddled look on Erin’s face.

“Is that a message from that Kirishima kid you were telling me about?” Erin asked, walking over to lean against Y/n’s desk.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t read my text messages,” Y/n said, locking their phone and placing it face down on their desk.

Erin ignored them, continuing the thought he had, “you going to forgive him?”

“And what if I did?” Y/n asked, leaning back in their desk chair.

“I’d say he’d be really fucking lucky after what he said to you,” Erin said casually, picking at his nails and leaving Y/n’s office.

A deep sigh comes from Y/n as they reached for their phone. Unlocking it, they typed out their reply.

Kirishima lay on his bed, rereading the three messages sent back to back from Y/n for the fifth time. ‘You should be sorry.’ ‘Don’t apologize over text more than 5 thousand miles away then expect me to forgive you.’ ‘I stayed up for your text at midnight.’ What did that all mean? He knew he should have just sent the message at midnight. Maybe Y/n would have forgiven him then if he had.

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