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callsignangelxx · 2 years

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“Wolf’s Cinders.”

Bakugou x Oc, Dabi(Touya) Todoroki x Oc, Overhaul (Kai Chisaki) x Oc

Chapter Five: “Captured Student & Injured Student.

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Even With all of their Efforts They Could Not Stop The Villians From Taking Bakugou, But They Did Loose their One Valuable asset, Mayumi.

Kai Was Beyond Angry At Shigaraki, He wanted that Girl in his Power Hungry Hands But They Failed Him.

But Kai was Not Giving Up, He Vowed to Have Mayumi In his Hands.

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After A Few Days Of Rest, She Could Return Back to Her Human Form, Recovery Girl Healed her Leg the Best She Could But Their Would Always Be the Scar of the Knife Wound There.

Mayumi Didn’t Mind, She Still walked With a Slight Limp but that Didn’t bother Anyone, Kirishima had Said it Made her Look Strong.

Even So, The Kidnapping of Bakugou Katsuki Had Struck All Of Class 1–A, Including Midoriya and Kirishima.

Mayumi, Felt Mixed Emotions About The Situation, Considering that She Could Have Been Kidnapped Along With Bakugou, The Fact of Being Taken and Put in a Unfamiliar Place with No way to escape Scared Her.

Even Though The U.A Staff Reassured The Class That They Would Rescue Bakugou, It Didn’t Well For some Particular Students, Midoriya, Todoroki, Iida, Momo, Kirishima, and Mayumi.

Kirishima Especially, Even If Iida Decided Against it Strongly, Insisting that the Pros Would Take Care of it.

These 6 Students Decided to Make a Plan to Rescue Bakugou Themselves, Against the Teachers Advice.

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They Found Bakugou Fighting to Get away From the League of Villians While All Might Fought Against All For One.

Mayumi Saw Something Familiar in this Man, Like She Had a Connection to Him.

She Shook off the Thought Readying themselves To Rescue their Friend, Midoriya Formulated the Plan, Todoroki would Form the Ice Bridge at the Safe Point to Get Midoriya, Iida, Kirishima, and Mayumi across the Air, Using Iida’s Speed to Get them In the air.

Then Mayumi Would Call Out to Bakugou, It was No Use for any of the Others to Do it, He Would Only Listen to her.

“Come On!” She Yelled Over the Flapping Wind as She Held her Small Hand Out For Bakugou to Grab Once He Blasted Off.

Bakugou Looked Up, Mayumi’s Eyes Glittered with Desperation, Mayumi Could See a Blurred Figure Of Shigaraki Try to Grab Bakugou but He had Already used his Quirk To Propel Him forward.

His Hand Finally Tightly Grasped onto Mayumi’s, She Finally Had Bakugou Back and He Could Only Mutter Two Words as They Escaped to Safety.

“You Idiots.”

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Though the Students Involved Did Get a Good Scolding Once They arrived back at the School, Though Aizawa Didn’t Give Mayumi That Much Of a Scolding Considering How Much He saw her as a Daughter.

All Might Let Her Off Easy as Well as Hizashi, They Were Only Worried For her Safety Due to her Leg Injury.

Though Having Bakugou Back Was a Relief, Mayumi’s Life Turned Back to Semi–Normal, Though She had an Even Bigger Target on her Back Now that She Had Rescued Bakugou.

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“Ah, So She Had Some Defiance And Fight In her.” Kai Said, Alone In his Office, Chrono By His Side.

“It Makes Her all the More Fun to Chase.” Kai Whispered, flipping Through U.A Records, The Rescue Mission Was Stated To be Lead and Planned By Mayumi Herself.

“Smart Little Fox Isn’t She Chrono?” Kai Rhetorically Asked, Chrono Nodded His Head Replying Shortly With, “Yes sir, She Is.” He Told The Young Yakuza Leader.

Kai Smiled To Himself Behind his Plague Mask, Soon She Would Be all His.

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Shigaraki Was already Pissed, How Did Someone with Such A Weak Quirk Ruin His Plans?

Dabi Had Other Thoughts, He was Obsessed With Mayumi, He wanted her For Himself no Matter What Kai Chisaki Wanted.

Her Quirk was amazing In his Eyes.

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Mayumi Dodged Kirishima’s attack Once More, Putting Off the Weight on her Injured Leg, She Landed Next to a Rock.

“Come On! Shift to Shiva!” Mina Called Over The Gates Keeping Them Separated From the Two Fighting.

Truth Be told She was Afraid to Shift To Shiva, She Didn’t want them to see the Ugly Scar Left on Her Leg Which Was covered By the Pants She Wore.

Her Eyes Drifted To Aizawa, Her Mentor and Father Figure, He Slightly Nodded his Head Saying, “Don’t Be Afraid, Do it.”

Mayumi Closed Her Eyes and Finally Shifted.

Shiva Was Out Now, She Opened Her Ice Blue Orbs to Spot Kirishima Being In awe from Her Wolf Form.

Shiva Looked down at the Scar and Noticed No One Paid attention to the Ghastly Looking Scar on her Hind Leg.

Shiva Finally Turned to Kirishima, He Lunged at her Again, She Jumped Skillfully Over his Head, Her Injured Leg Not Slowing Her Down.

She Landed Not Even Wincing as She Put Pressure Down on her Leg, “Woah! You’ve Gotten Faster Mei–Chan!” Kirishima Shouted.

She Smiled, “I have.” She Responded Once Again regaining Her Confidence In her Abilities.

Shiva Dodged another One Of Kirishima’s Lunged at her, Not Without Swiping Her Paw at his Belly, A Small Scratch Bled, But It was Enough to Distract Him From Shiva as She Pounced On top of Him Pinning His Body Down as Aizawa Declared Shiva The Winner.

She Got Off of Him Having Enough Energy to Shift Back to Her Human Form.

“How was that?” She Turned to Aizawa Seeking his Praise Above all Else, Aizawa Nodded, “It was Amazing, Mayumi.” Aizawa Said Smiling Slightly.

She was Happily Gushing Inside, Aizawa’s Approval Meant the World to her, It made her Feel Wanted and Approved.

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After the Battle Training and Bakugou’s Kidnapping Incident, The U.A Staff Decided that Kids Would Stay in the Dorms Provided By U.A.

So The Kids Went Back to The Dorms, Three Dorms Were There, For Each Of the Classes, And The Teachers that Taught Those Classes Stayed In a Separate Place Inside the Dorms, The Teacher Dorms, Boys and Girl Students Had Different Parts of the Dorms and Hallways.

Mayumi’s Dorm Room was Stuck In between Bakugou’s and Aizawa’s Dorm Room Which was Shared With Hizashi.

Mayumi Enjoyed Her Dorm Room, It was Considerably Larger then any Of the Other Dorm Rooms, Being Aizawa’s Favorite Student Had it’s Own Perks.

The Class 1–A Students went to their Dorm Rooms as Soon as Training was Over, Mayumi Opened the Door Locking it Behind her, Per Principal Nezu’s Orders For her Own Safety.

Mayumi Then Shifted Out Of her Training Clothes into More Comfortable, Casual Clothes, An Oversized Black Hoodie, Some Light Blue Jean Shorts and White Ankle Length Socks.

She Rolled the Sleeves Up, Unclipping her Watch From Her Wrist and Placing it on Her Nightstand Before Jumping Into Bed.

Unaware Someone was Watching her Exact Routine.

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Toga Had Sat The Watch Down on Kai’s Desk, “Figured you want Something to Remember Her by.” Toga Said Nonchalantly, Running her Finger Over the Scar Mayumi Had Given Her.

“Ah, Yes, Seems She Has a Nack For Expensive Smart Watches.” Kai Said To Himself, Twisting the Watch Around in his White Gloved Hand.

“I want a List Of all Her Interests Right Way Toga.” Kai Ordered, Opening his Desk Drawer And Placing the Black Watch In it Before Closing It Safely.

Toga Nodded, “Of Course, Overhaul.” her Response Made Kai Smirk Underneath his Mask.

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When Mayumi Noticed Her Watch Was Gone after She was Sure She Had Placed It On her Nightstand before Going to Bed Kinda Freaked Her Out a Little bit.

She Told Aizawa and Hizashi about the Incident and It made the Two Teachers Suspicious Especially after She had a Target Painted On Her Back.

But They Told her Someone from the school Probably Stole it, To Ease her Fears and Nerves.

Though they Knew the New Reason It was Gone So Suddenly, Kai Chisaki.

Mayumi Had Walked into the Common Room at 5 A.M, Carrying her Small Laptop, She couldn’t Sleep so She Decided to Work on an Essay Assignment Hizashi had assigned the Hero Course Class.

It was about Bravery And Risks, So Far the Essay Had 1,324 Words and Mayumi Hadn’t Even Finished Yet.

She Continued To Write Down Words onto the Laptop, When She Got A Notification On her Phone.

“Warning to all U.A Students, The League of Villians and Overhaul Have Been Spotted In this area, For the Next 5 Hours all Class 1–A Students are on Lockdown Until the Threat Passes.”

The Note Came From Nezu Himself, Mayumi Assumed that Nezu wanted to Keep the Note From Leaking Out to the League of Villians and Overhaul Himself.

Mayumi Nodded Saving Her Essay Before Closing Her Laptop, Getting Back to Her Dorm Room She Noticed all of the Girls Were Huddled Into her Room Shaking With Fear.

“Mei! Your Okay!” Mina Shouted Racing Over to Hug Mayumi Tightly, She Returned The Hug Tightly.

“I assume you All Already Read the Note?” Mayumi’s Voice was Instilled With Fear.

Jirou Nodded, “Yes, We Were so Worried That OverHaul Or the League of Villians had already Found You.” She Said, Her tone Filled With Concern.

Mayumi Shook her head Quietly, “No I was In the Commons Room, What about the Boys?” Mayumi Asked, Bakugou Could Have Been Kidnapped again For all she Knew.

Momo Shook her head, “Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki, and Kaminari are all Coming To your Dorm Room, The Others Decided to stay in their Respectful Dorm Rooms.” Momo informed Mayumi.

She Let Out a Sigh Of Relief, “Why is Kai Chisaki So intent on attacking Our Class?” Kaminari Asked as they Walked into Mayumi’s Dorm room, Shoulders Slumping as they Realized She Was Safe.

“Idiot, Isn’t Obvious, He’s after Mayumi, The Question is Why?” Bakugou Said, Sitting Down Next to Mayumi as Midoriya Locked Her Dorm Room Door Behind Him.

“I don’t Know Exactly, But I heard Aizawa–Sensei Taking about Mei Having Some Second Quirk.” Ururaka Said.

Mayumi’s Eyes Widened, “But That’s Impossible, I can’t have a Second Quirk.” She Denied The Thought of It Happening.

That Was a One In a Million Chance for a Normal Person With One Quirk Someone Have a Second Or Third One, It was too Rare and Mayumi Refused to believe it Could Happen to her Of All People.

A Voice Came From Outside Of her Door, “Your Wrong You Know, Doll~”

“Dabi.” Todoroki Cursed As they Backed Far away From the Door.

“Come On Little Mouse, Open the Door.” He Cooed, Mayumi Shook her Head Quickly Opening Her Window, “We’ve Gotta Leave Now!” She Hissed at the Group.

Mina Was the First To Hop Out Of the Window Into The Stormy Weather, “Little Mouse, I don’t have Much Patience, Open the Door.” he Stated Firmly.

Dabi Raised His Hand, A Small Burst a Blue Flames as a warning towards the Young Student, and as Soon as He had Burnt The Door down to a Crisp, Mayumi Had already escaped through the Window Into the Damp Ground.

“Dammit.” Dabi cursed, And Pulled Out a Phone Dialing a Number, “Shigaraki, Their Coming Towards You.” Dabi Said.

The Group was Stopped By Shigaraki, Smirking in the Moonlight of the Night, “And Where do you think your Going?” Shigaraki Taunted the Students.

Mayumi Shook her head, “What the Hell do you Want?” She Asked, Crouching down already Ready to Shift.

“It’s Not what they Want, My Dear, It’s What I want.” Kai Came From Out of the Shadows, “Your Second Quirk To be More Precise.” He added, His Hands Clasped Behind His Back.

“I don’t have One!”

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icybreaths · 4 months

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momo; ❛ the gods love to fuck with us ❜

|| Asks || @baiika ||

Dull beams of moonlight gave way to their target. Across the old, rotten wood paneled flooring, thin shadows reached out like sharp fingers, nearly touching their silhouettes.

They're met with an array of glowing red dots, pocked through the mask of a massive hollow. Cramped into the end of the hall, its legs bent along the webbed walls, and its body was sunken in like it could spring out at them in a blink.

Jewel frostily snorted at Momo's comment. Yer fuckin' funny.

"The Gods are gonna have ta fuck me a lil harder then this."

As she readied her blade, the beast sunk its weight into the floor. The wood splintered, and up from the nethers of the house, a cluster of red burst forth at the pair of Shinigami.

Babies.

#baiika #[ asks ]#//i have an espada oc whose ress is a compounded version of this :3c

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raverin-2 · 8 months

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Years Later We Fit Together

Summary: Squad Nights are held at Shouto and Hanta’s house, emotions get high as they play game after game, truth or dare spilling admissions off liquid heady tongues. Izuku and Hitoshi have talked about it often enough that a dare to kiss an old crush only has them feeling giddy, but they hadn’t expected the reasoning to be the same for Eijirou and Katsuki when the same dare falls onto them. It’s been years of feeling these things for more than their significant others, and Hitoshi, Izuku, Eijirou, and Kats finally do something about it.

~~~READ THE TAGS~~~

Sidenote: This is a polyfic and ends with ShinDekuKiriBaku getting together!

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It’s squad night at Shouto and Hanta’s house, and Izuku and Hitoshi are cuddled together as some of their friends come join them and form a circle on the floor. Eijirou and Katsuki plop across from them, and Katsuki’s hand lays on Eijirou’s thigh, thumb rubbing in the same rhythm as the thumb on Izuku’s waist.

Mina starts them off, daring Kyoka to send a TikTok video about how her soulmate’s name starts with M to Momo who is at home because she has an early patrol. Kyoka’s cheeks are red when she pulls Denki into telling them that he has a crush on TetsuTetsu. They go round and round until Izuku finally chooses dare.

“Holy shit, you meant to say dare, right?” asks Denki in a giddy way before a smirk curls his lips at Izuku’s nod. “I dare you to kiss one of your old crushes, from UA, if they’re here, but it can’t be Hitoshi.”

Izuku hums, tilting his head back to meet the eyes of his boyfriend of three years, and he asks, “Which one should I kiss? One or two?”

“Go for two, bunny.” replies Hitoshi with a knowing grin as Izu pouts at him for a moment.

“Wait-Hitoshi, y-you- Are you actually gonna let him kiss an old crush?” asks Denki in shock as he looks at Hitoshi, drawing their friends’ attention.

“Of course, I am. We’ve talked about it before, and that’s all I have to say about it. Go on, bunny.” replies Hitoshi as he gives everyone a half-glare, daring them to test him, before nodding at Izuku.

“Hey, Eiji, can I kiss you?” asks Izuku as he switches to his knees, leaning back on his legs as he talks to Eijirou, looking solely at Eijirou despite knowing he and Katsuki have been dating going on five years.

“What’re you waiting for, Izu? I’d love a kiss.” replies Eijirou with a wide grin before he winks at Izuku.

Izuku crawls across the circle until his knees meet Eijirou’s crossed legs, then he brings his hands up to cup Eijirou’s cheeks lightly. Eijirou’s hands settle at his waist, and he leans up to meet Izuku in the middle. Their lips slot together easily after a moment, and Izuku melts into the warmth of Eijirou, hands slipping back until they sit in strands of red hair. The kiss stays innocent, only hesitant brushes of tongues over lips, as their heads tilt, and their lips move together lightly. It’s slow and sweet, completely unhurried.

“Alright, I’m pretty sure your boyfriends are jealous enough.” comes Mina’s voice loud, and a bit panicked.

“Not jealous, pinky.” sneers Katsuki with a knowing look, a smirk appears as Izuku and Eijirou pull apart.

“Definitely not jealous. How was he, bunny?” asks Hitoshi as he leans back on his hands, smirking as Izuku crawls back over to him, plopping in his lap happily.

“As amazing as we thought it’d be. Ei is an amazing kisser, Kacchan’s bragging was as it usually is. Impeccable spot on.” replies Izuku in a giddy tone, bright smile pointed at Katsuki before it goes devious. “Denki, truth or dare? No reverse takes.”

“Wait, you can’t… I swear I said-” argues Denki as his brows scrunch together.

“Sparky, you forgot to say no reverse takes. Hanta was right, that’s a fun rule for revenge.” says Katsuki with a smirk that matches Izuku and Hitoshi’s grins.

“Ah, don’t forget Sho’s addition, it’s fun too. The target who forgets to say no reverse takes has to pick the choice of the one asking.” says Hanta as he passes his blunt over to Katsuki.

“Wha-? We didn’t agree on that.” says Denki in a high-pitched voice that tapers off as everyone turns to give him the look, “Don’t lie to us.” Denki visibly deflates in his place between Mina and Kyoka. “Alright, alright. Dare it is.”

“I dare you to put on a blindfold and try whatever concoction Kacchan and Hanta come up with. Drinks only, of course.” replies Izuku innocently as his head lolls back almost into Mina’s lap so he can look at Denki.

“And if I choose the punishment?” asks Denki suspiciously yet curious as he narrows his eyes at Izuku while Mina’s hands run through green curls.

“Then you’ve gotta call and tell Pops that you short-circuited the station in the middle of his serenade to Dad on his birthday.” says Hitoshi with a devilish grin while Izuku giggles.

Izuku guides Hitoshi’s face to his, leaning up for a slow kiss, and when he pulls back, his pride shines in his eyes as he says, “And that’s my kitten. All up to you now, Denki.”

“Fine, I’ll- I’ll do the dare.” grumbles Denki with a petulant pout that has Kyoka and Mina cuddling up to him.

“Don’t worry, Denks, I won’t let him disintegrate your tastebuds through a drink.” says Hanta with a cheeky grin as he and Katsuki stand.

“I’m never gonna taste again.” whines Denki pitifully and Izuku can’t help his giggles. “Oh, I’ll get you back for this, Izu.”

Ten minutes later, Denki’s got a jug of milk and heated cheeks while Izuku’s giggling and Katsuki’s smirking like he won the lottery, or number one hero maybe. It’s Hanta’s turn after he chose dare and had to do the spiderman kiss with Shouto per Mina’s dare request.

“While it would be fun to go after Mina simply because she didn’t say not to, Katsuki hasn’t been in the spotlight yet. So, bro, truth or dare?” asks Hanta with a sharp grin that has Katsuki smirking for some reason.

“Glad to have a chance, tape arms, I’ll do dare.” replies Katsuki with that same smirk and a knowing tone as Eijirou snorts.

“I’ll take a page out of Kami’s book for you. I dare you to kiss one of your old crushes, but it can’t be Kiri. And no reverse questions.” says Hanta as he grins wide and lifts his cup up to his mouth.

“Hey! Why am I in trouble?” whines Eijirou as he leans forward to pout at Hanta.

“Because you were on drink duty tonight, and you forgot the whiskey!” huffs Hanta as he scowls playfully at Eijirou.

“I told him no because Mina can’t handle it, yet somehow she never manages to stay away from it. Now, babes, who should I kiss?” asks Katsuki as he nudges Eijirou with a curious tone and an excited smirk.

“I’d say the other one since I kissed him.” replies Eijirou brightly as he leans up to lightly kiss Katsuki on the cheek, excitement brimming in his red eyes.

“Yo, eyebags, you good for a kiss?” calls Katsuki as he tilts his head at Hitoshi, an arched brow daring Hitoshi.

“Sure, Blasty, I’m down. But are you coming over here or do I gotta come to you?” asks Hitoshi with a smirk as he leans back on his hands.

Katsuki chuckles before he unwraps himself from around Eijirou, and he’s moving across the circle until his knees hit Hitoshi’s crisscrossed legs. He’s in a similar position as Izuku was in, but he takes it a single step further by bringing Hitoshi’s legs out flat and straddling his knees.

“Does that answer your question, Mindfreak?” asks Katsuki, smirking as he sits on his lap and pulls him closer by the hand he’s wrapped in his shirt.

“Seems to answer it perfectly, Explosion Murder.” replies Hitoshi with a smirk as his hands come up and rest on Katsuki’s hips.

Katsuki rolls his eyes before slipping his hands up to cup Hitoshi’s face and leaning in to press their lips together a bit harshly at first before Hitoshi tilts his head and slackens his mouth to ease the kiss. It becomes a delicate thing. Their lips are slotting together lightly as Hitoshi’s hands slide up his back, and the only difference between the kiss between their significant others and this one, is the innocence of it.

It’s like just pressing their lips together is everything they need, and Katsuki makes a needy little mewl, almost silent enough to be ignored, as he presses closer and wraps his arms around Hitoshi’s neck, leaning up until he’s just slightly taller than Hitoshi. Katsuki forces himself back, but his eyes stay closed as his chest moves with the almost panting breaths leaving his lungs.

“Well, damn Blasty, that was one hell of a kiss.” says Hitoshi sweetly, and Katsuki’s eyes flutter open as he half-heartedly moves to glare at the purple haired man.

Only, Katsuki’s caught off guard by the softness in those eyes, this ease that Katsuki only sees pointed at Izuku from those amethyst eyes. One of those warm hands that are still resting on his back skims around to the front and reaches up to cup one of Katsuki’s cheeks, making him feel like melting.

“Fucking mindfreak… you aren’t that bad, I guess.” mutters Katsuki as he tries to growl at the man, feeling too soft to make it a real threat.

“Eiji, I think you’re gonna have to come get Kacchan. He wasn’t ready for my kitten’s kisses.” giggles Izuku from where he’s leaning over onto Hitoshi’s arm, fondness in his eyes that Katsuki almost mistakes as being meant for him.

“Fuck you, Deku.” growls Katsuki as he pushes himself off of Hitoshi’s lap, and Eijirou comes up behind him as he pouts grouchily.

“Well, hot damn… That was almost as hot as Eiji and Izu’s kiss… And that’s saying something.” says Denki loudly enough to break up the weird tension between the four of them, pulling everyone’s attention to him.

“I can’t believe you four are actually okay with your partner kissing somebody else. Couldn’t be me.” calls Mina, sounding faraway almost like she’s in the kitchen, which is highly likely.

“We’re secure in our relationships, and what we want is our business, nobody else’s. Anyways, I think it’s time for movies and sleep. Who’s with me?” asks Izuku brightly as he changes the conversation focus to their last plans for the night, a sleepover.

“The guest rooms are where they always are, but Izu and I gathered blankets and pillows for everybody as well. They’re stacked over by the archway for everybody to choose what they want!” announces Shouto as he takes the bait and helps Izuku move things along, pointing over at the two large stacks of sleep necessities.

“I still can’t believe your dad bought us this house as an engagement present. But it makes squad nights so much easier. We’ll stay out here for a movie or two, but then we’re so retiring to our rooms. I’m feeling exhausted already.” says Hanta softly from his side, looking blissed out and absolutely stoned.

“You are toasted tape-arms.” chuckles Katsuki as he falls to lay on his back, head tilting back against the floor to look at his friend, ignoring the fond smile he sees on Eijirou’s face before he goes to get them some blankets and a pillow or two. “I’m down for at least one movie, but I am not dealing with all of you idiots staying in the living room when there are like six guest rooms in this fuckin’ place.”

“Don’t worry! Me and Kyo decided we were taking a guest room already, and Denks is coming with us because we all want cuddles when we drink.” calls Mina happily as she skips into the room with a bottle that looks suspiciously like whiskey.

“Who the fuck brought whiskey?” yells Katsuki as he rolls to his stomach and glares at Hanta.

“I didn’t do it, I swear! And we didn’t have any here, that’s why I asked for some.” says Hanta in a panic, hands raised in surrender as he looks at Katsuki.

“It’s not whiskey, you buzzkill. It’s rum, and I’m drinking it. But I’m heading to the room, not really in the mood for movies.” replies Mina as she sticks her tongue out at Katsuki.

“We’ll come with you!” exclaims Denki after a moment as he interrupts Katsuki and Mina’s stare down.

“Yay! We’re gonna have a mini party while you guys enjoy your movies!” cheers Mina as she turns with a wide smile on her lips, and she, Denki, and Kyoka escape down the hall giggling as per usual.

“We’re definitely taking a guest bed, but only because we both have to go to the Comic-Con tomorrow.” says Ochako with a roll of her neck before she lets Tenya pull her up, slightly stumbling into him before she flings her arms around his neck. “Our panel is at noon, and I have to go to UA before it for a sparring session with dadzawa’s class. They decided to talk shit, so he told me I could come handle it.”

“You gonna rock their shit, cheeks?” calls Katsuki with a snort as he sits up on his knees.

“Damn straight I am. Don’t worry, I’ll save some for you Blasty.” replies Ochako with a smirk that matches Katsuki’s terrifyingly well.

“Good, ‘cause I’m coming for ‘em in two days, and I’m going to make ‘em cry.” huffs Katsuki proudly as he pushes himself into a standing position.

“Alright, anyone else planning to take a bedroom, or are you four staying out here?” asks Hanta as he interrupts their little smirky stare-down.

“We can take the pull-out couch, as long as Kacchan and Eiji are okay with sharing so none of us have to be on the floor.” calls Izuku from where he and Hitoshi had already migrated over to the couch, his chin hooked over the edge of the couch.

“Sharing a bed with you and Toshi will be fine so long as y’all aren’t afraid of being hot. Kats runs hot, and I do too.” replies Eijirou with a grin as he lightly nudges Katsuki with his knee, blanket and two pillows stacked in his arms.

“Hey, we’re both cold individuals. Trust me, I used to love sharing a bed with Kacchan for that exact reason. Heat is just what we’ll need, otherwise we have to have at least three thick blankets over us both.” says Izuku cheerily as he holds up a corner of the blanket that’s covering him and Hitoshi.

“Well, shit, we should sleep on the outside then. We always end up with space between us anyways, this way we won’t also be drenched in sweat. The nerd always feels like a fuckin’ ice cube, and you and I both know that Eyebags is just as bad.” says Katsuki as he takes a pillow from Eijirou and shakes his head in amusement.

“You’re definitely right, KitKat, then we can all be the perfect temp!” exclaims Eijirou brightly as he turns and heads over to the couch. “Who’s sleeping by who though?”

“Well, you and I cuddled and fell asleep together pretty regularly at UA. So, maybe it’d be smart for tonight to do something we’re used to?” offers Hitoshi thoughtfully as he kills his head back to look at them, tired smile curving his lips.

“Sounds fucking perfect. So, who’s staying out here for the fuckin’ movie?” asks Katsuki with a raised brow as he moves over to the couch as well, slotting himself on the outside of the Hitoshi and Izuku cuddle pile on the pulled-out bed as Eijirou plops down next to Hitoshi.

“Mmm, warm.” murmurs Izuku with a soft, almost silent, moan as he snuggles closer to Katsuki to soak up the warmth bleeding through his grey tee.

“It’s heaven.” whimpers Hitoshi as he pouts conflictedly, looking between Izuku and Eijirou. “Now, hold on a minute. I want Eiji and bunny, what’s with the moving?”

His whine has Katsuki snorting before he’s slightly scooping Izuku up, hand under those thick thighs and around his back. He shuffles over so that Izuku is pressed tightly against Hitoshi, and Katsuki pulls his hands back to himself. He lays one arm along the back of the couch, so he can play with Eijirou’s hair. His other arm rests on his bent right knee, fingers tapping against his kneecap to avoid touching Izuku.

“You realize everybody left, right? Do we still wanna watch a movie or do we wanna sleep?” asks Eijirou with a chuckle as he reaches his own arm to lay over Katsuki’s, fingertips playing with his tee shirt.

“I figured those losers would fuck off to have their alone time. Assholes.” grumbles Katsuki, rolling his eyes before he breathes in sharply through his nose.

There’s a hand on his thigh, on top of the blanket, and it’s slowly moving until it tugs at his forearm. Katsuki’s brows scrunch together as he lets his arm fall over his right leg to lay on his left, and that hand is quick to lay over his. That hand curls around until fingers interlace with his, and Katsuki turns wide eyes on Izuku only to soften at the sight of that smile that Izuku is hiding in purple hair.

“So, I’m thinking no movie.” starts Izuku nervously as he stares at the hair his nose is buried in.

“Because we definitely need to talk about what happened here tonight.” finishes Hitoshi as he carefully lifts his head to unearth Izuku’s blushing face, showing that his own cheeks are burning red.

“W-Who wants to- umm- to start?” stutters Eijirou as he turns to look at all of them before those slightly panicked red orbs lock on Katsuki’s.

“Well, I’ll lay out the facts cause Eiji babes is nervous.” says Katsuki in a low tone before he turns to stare at the TV, his nerves getting the best of him as he lets himself ramble like he does with Eijirou. Katsuki lets himself be comfortable with the other two men that he’s wanted. “According to the dares we had tonight… Izuku had a crush on Eijirou back at UA. I had a crush on Eyebags back at UA. I also had a crush on Eijirou then too, which is why I said yes when he asked me out after graduation. Of course, stupidly, I had feelings for the damn nerd too, but our whole thing was too complicated then for me to even entertain the idea of being good enough for him at the time. Anyone else want to fess up anything?”

“Well, since Kats went first. I’ll follow him, especially since he slightly called me out.” says Eijirou lightly, his nerves raking through his deep voice as he swallows hard and continues. “I definitely had a crush on Izuku back then, which is why I didn’t say no to the kiss offer. I liked Kats from the first day at UA, I was just drawn to him. And Hitoshi, well, I realized I was beginning to gain a crush on you when we started our late-night cuddle sessions after the war.”

“I liked Izuku first, but then I had a study session with Katsuki.” starts Hitoshi as he turns, and Katsuki can feel his eyes on the side of his face before a slender, cool hand comes and forces him to meet those eyes dead on. “Those kinda made it easy for me to realize I was attracted to you. It didn’t take long after joining the Bakusquad for me to start to like you too. And Eijirou, you came out of left field for me. I didn’t think I could like more than the two idiots who were too competitive for their own good. And then I managed to actually fall asleep with you that first night, and it happened more. Realized I liked you too, and that was a messy conversation with dad and pops.”

Hitoshi snuggled backwards into Eijirou as he finished talking, leaning his head back against Eijirou’s shoulder. Katsuki watches those soft lips brush over Eijirou’s jaw, and he chuckles at the wide, red, eyes that meet his.

“Don’t laugh at me KitKat.” whines Eijirou as he pouts at Katsuki.

“It’s hilarious seeing you all wide-eyed about Hitoshi showing you affection because I haven’t seen you like this since the first time I held your hand. Well, aside from after you and Izuku kissed and while he was moving back to his place, you couldn’t stop smiling.” chuckles Katsuki as Eijirou’s face goes red before he hides it in Hitoshi’s shoulder.

“Well, I have a feeling you’ll be in the same predicament when Izuku gets his mouth to work again.” says Hitoshi slyly, a knowing smirk on his lips that has Katsuki narrowing his eyes at him.

“I highly doubt tha-” starts Katsuki lowly before Izuku clears his throat and shuts him up, drawing their attention to him.

“I liked Hitoshi from the sports festival too, that’s I asked him out when he got back from his undercover assignment. But I realized I liked Eiji not long after that, we’d been at the heroes museum, and he was the only one who kept up with my Crimson Riot facts.” rambles Izuku brightly, skimming over his love for Hitoshi because he knew he’d be coming back to it. His thoughts were finally in order, and his hopes for what might come next was building more and more. “It was nice, and we talked for the entire trip, just sitting against a wall in the Crimson Riot hall while everyone else roamed the museum. But Kacchan… I loved Kacchan before I knew what love was. Kacchan was my first love, and I was going to ask him out after the war. But then I overheard Eijirou talking about wanting to ask him out, and I always thought you’d be adorable together. It sucked, knowing two of the people I’d fallen for were going to be together, and I looked into it after that. Then Hitoshi came to me like two weeks before graduation because at some point he’d heard about Eijirou’s plans too, and I knew he’d liked Eijirou, he knew I liked Kacchan. We actually kissed that night, and things got tense, and awkward, before we talked at graduation. We didn’t get together until a year and a half later because he went under.”

“Wait a damn second, babes, why didn’t you tell me you wanted to ask me out after the war?” asks Katsuki quickly, sounding indignant because why the hell didn’t he know that. “Don’t worry, Deku, I’m coming back to you in a second, but this asshole knew I wanted to ask him out then too. He was holding out on me!”

“Same old Kacchan.” giggles Izuku as Katsuki glares at Eijirou who looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I-I thought I did tell you that! I swear I told you after you told me! Did I really not tell you?” argues Eijirou weakly, confused at himself as he looks down with scrunched eyebrows.

“No, babes, you didn’t. But I’ll forgive it because Deku told me.” replies Katsuki with a snort before he turns to Izuku with narrow eyes and insecurities welling in his head. “Now, Deku, you’re insane. Eiji’s great, love him, okay, and Eyebags is good too, attractive as all hell. So those two being on your, I love ‘em, list makes perfect sense. However, I treated you like shit for practically our whole lives. And I’m a dick to you still to this day, so like… why?”

“So, you accept that he has feelings, but you don’t understand why he does?” asks Hitoshi softly, head tilting to lean against Eijirou’s.

“That would be it, yeah. I’m an asshole. I still have a hard time understanding why it is that Eijirou loves me, but I’m so fucking grateful for it.” explains Katsuki as he lightly scoots back, crossing his arms around his body, holding himself as he lets himself be honest. “I don’t get why you do either, but it’s Izuku that has me confused as all hell because I don’t think I’ve ever been nice to him. You’ve at least been on the other end of my niceness once or twice.”

“Kacchan, you know you’re a nice guy. You just have an asshole exterior. But you’re nice!” argues Izuku quickly as he turns around and pokes a finger into Katsuki’s chest. “You get me in a way our friends don’t, the same way Toshi is learning too, and you protect me and let me protect you when we patrol together. We have a messy history, sure, but you’ve changed a lot since then. And you care, Kacchan. Who else is gonna make me lunch when I forget about it? Who else is gonna sit with me and help me deal with the stupid paperwork? And who else is going to deal with my stupid nightmare sparring? Toshi does really well, but he’s usually gone when they hit. He handles the comfort afterwards, but you- Kacchan, you help me break it down and get that fear out. You remind me that you’re still here, we’re still here.”

“I knew those fucking nightmares were about the war. The fuck did I tell you about talking to the goddamn counsellor about this? Talking to Eyebags is good too, but Cheri has been there since the war too. She isn’t going to judge you for remembering that bullshit.” growls Katsuki as he poke Izuku in the forehead turning it back on him.

“I do talk to Cheri, I told you I would!” whines Izuku with a pout as he rubs at his forehead lightly.

“I’m gonna kiss Hitoshi while you two work this out, okay?” asks Eijirou loud enough to draw their attention, but quiet enough that it’s only for the four of them.

“Enjoy it!” replies Katsuki as he looks just slightly past Izuku’s curls to smirk at his boyfriend.

“Wait, only if we agree to go on dates when we can this week.” says Izuku quickly, brightly as he turns to look at Eijirou and Hitoshi.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I have three days off this week. All of us can have dinner one night too and really talk about this.” replies Hitoshi easily, seeming surprised by the outcome of this situation.

“We can talk more after Kats and Izuku talk this situation out. I’d like to at least figure out what all of this means before we go to bed.” suggests Eijirou shyly as he rubs a hand over his neck.

“We’ll absolutely do that, Eiji. I’m going to talk to Kacchan while you two enjoy yourselves!” exclaims Izuku happily before Hitoshi turns around to look at Eijirou.

Katsuki and Izuku watch as Eijirou leans down to press their lips together, and there’s a heat of arousal spreading through them at the sight. Rather than jealousy, it’s excitement and attraction because those feelings they’d had back then, they never went away.

“Kacchan, I love you a lot.” rambles Izuku as he turns and straddles Katsuki’s hips, cupping his face as he forces their eyes to meet, holding Katsuki’s attention as he talks. “I love how competitive you are in everything you do, the way you make me want to do better just so I can stand on the same level as you. I love how you stand up for us, especially when the media runs with hate. You’re crass and stubborn, but you’re honest and brave. And I love that about you.”

“Why do you always know what to say to make me melt? Like I can’t call myself an asshole without you trying to ease my words.” grumbles Katsuki as he averts his eyes, unable to twist his head out of the hold. It only lasts a second before his sight is filled with flushed, freckled cheeks and shining emerald eyes. “Makes me wanna kiss you, wanna hide you from the fuckin’ world. How does Eyebags let you go out into the world knowing you see the good in people no matter what they might have done or even have done in my case.”

“You wanna kiss me, Kacchan? I really wanna kiss you, but only if you wanna kiss me.” says Izuku softly, the want shining in his eyes as he gets shy, tilting his own head down.

“Always wanna kiss you, don’t know how I managed not to for this fuckin’ long. But I don’t wanna overstep anymore tonight than I already have.” grumbles Katsuki as he averts his eyes again, locking them on their boyfriends as Eijirou kisses down Hitoshi’s neck.

“Not overstepping for me, so if he wants a kiss, I’d say give him one.” groans Hitoshi as his hand latches in red hair, slightly panting as he looks up and meets Katsuki’s eyes.

“KitKat, it’s not overstepping if you’re being given permission and enthusiastic consent.” says Eijirou as he twists to look at his boyfriend, smiling understandingly and nodding encouragingly.

“Enthusiastic consent given, Kacchan, please kiss me.” whines Izuku as he tries to pull Katsuki’s attention back to him, his wanting unable to be ignored.

Katsuki takes a minute, tearing his eyes away from his boyfriend and one of the other men he’s fallen for to look at the vision in front of him. Izuku’s eyes are glossy, his lips are bitten red, and the want shines as he cups Katsuki’s face tightly, a single hand reaching back to thread through spiked blonde hair. Izuku who is looking at him and seeing him, seeing a person he wants as much as he wants Hitoshi, seeing a person he loves.

Katsuki leans forward, nudging Izuku’s nose with his own before slowly brushing their lips together. He pulls back after a moment, eyes flashing open to look at green eyes that fill with more want. Izuku’s diving back in to kiss him again, and Katsuki lets him slot their lips together, his hands falling to hold Izuku’s waist as Izuku sucks on his bottom lip, pulling a groan from Katsuki. It feels right, the feel of Izuku pressing his chest against Katsuki’s, the light tugging of Izuku’s hands in Katsuki’s hair, the heat of Izuku’s back against Katsuki’s hands through his thin t-shirt. Izuku’s letting out quiet mewls, and Katsuki can feel the want surging through him way faster than it should as their tongues meet, as he bullies his way into Izuku’s mouth to memorize the feeling of his mouth. Izuku pulls back this time, only to slip his lips down to Katsuki’s chin, trailing barely there kisses down his neck.

“I don’t want to rush us, especially because we haven’t talked about anything really, and we’re at our friends’ place. But you’re so fucking hot, Kacchan.” murmurs Izuku against his skin, pulling a quiet whine out of Katsuki as he zones back into the heated room, hearing the panting next to them from their boyfriends’.

“We- uh- We stopped for the same reason but fuck you two are hot.” breathes Eijirou from his place around Hitoshi, and Katsuki lolls his head around to look at his boyfriend, smirking at the arousal he sees shining in those eyes.

“Oh trust me, Eiji, Kitten, you two were hot as hell too.” says Izuku as he grins against Katsuki’s neck, his green eyes locking on the image they make just sitting together, chests moving rapidly as they practically pant.

“Can’t get enough of you three, fuck this has to be a dream.” mutters Hitoshi almost too quietly to hear, but Katsuki catches it and sees the way Eijirou’s eyes go wide with worry as Izuku tenses in his lap.

“You three are mine, and I don’t fucking share. So, you’d better realize this isn’t a dream, it’s our reality, Hitoshi.” growls Katsuki seriously as he locks eyes with Hitoshi, trying to convey his honesty through the stare down.

“Are we all going to do this, for real?” asks Izuku as he pulls away from Katsuki’s neck, settling a bit more comfortably on Katsuki’s lap, the distance seeming to ease some of the heated tension in the room. “Are we really going to be together, all four of us?”

“I’d rather like that, if I’m being completely honest, I’d hate to not have this if we all want it.” says Eijirou almost shyly as he answers Izuku quickly.

“Izu and I have been talking about this for ages, so of course, I want it too if we’re all on the same page.” adds Hitoshi vulnerably as he meets each of their eyes before looking down at his lap.

“It sounds like we’re all on the same page because I want all of those things too. We can discuss more over breakfast because we have to talk about boundaries and expectations. For now, we should get some sleep because it’s late, and you know cheeks and speedy aren’t going to be quiet when they leave.” replies Katsuki quietly, a somber tone of sincerity speaking volumes around his nervous words.

“Sleep sounds like a good idea, and we can go to one of our apartments to talk everything out and have breakfast.” cheers Izuku happily as he slips off of Katsuki’s lap to get comfortable on the bed, moving down until he’s lying on his side, back to Katsuki.

Hitoshi and Eijirou hum in agreement before laying down as well, Hitoshi curling into Izuku, their foreheads pressing together a moment before Izuku murmurs, “Go ahead, I know you need it, kitten.”

Hitoshi’s smile is tense and nervous before he exhales harshly through his nose and gives in to Izuku’s encouraging murmurs. Hitoshi rolls to press his back to Izuku’s chest, fitting them together like puzzle pieces as Izuku’s arms wrap around Hitoshi’s body to hug him tightly. Katsuki watches Eijirou lay down next to Hitoshi, curling closer to him, their legs easily getting intertwined as Eijirou cuddles close and lays his long arm across both Izuku and Hitoshi’s waist, hand reaching for Katsuki. Eijirou’s looking at Katsuki expectantly, and Izuku and Hitoshi turn to side-eye Katsuki as well until Katsuki curses under his breath and grabs blankets to cover them up. After they’re all covered, Katsuki fits himself against Izuku’s back, breathing hotly against his neck as he reaches his arm across to hold all of them as best as he can, fingertips lightly gripping Eijirou’s elbow the same way Eijirou’s fingertips are digging into his own. They fall asleep curled together like a perfect puzzle finally pieced together in the right way, it’s easy and comfortable, warm in the best way as they hold each other.

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slytherwrites · 3 years

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Dedicated Interest - pt 1

Costume Innovation

The moment when a Class 1A member became interested in you would be days into the second year of school when you actually approached them after the second year lunch. With your notepad in hand and confidence spurred on from Power Loader himself supporting the redesigns, you head towards your target: Momo Yaoyorozu.

You’ve seen her fight—you’ve seen all of the future heroes fight. Support Class students are encouraged to watch Hero Course students in order to gain inspiration. Over the winter break, something in you had the urge to fix many of the hero students’ costumes—particularly the ones in Class 1A. They seemed to need your help the most.

The cafeteria is massive. But the tall girl isn’t hard to spot. With her long, black hair and confident, but charming voice, you’re able to locate her pretty easily. Getting her away from the girls she’s walked in with is the hard part.

But you don’t stop. In fact, you just go for it. It’s now or never, afterall.

“Yaoyorozu,” you ask, “can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Oh yeah, sure!” She replies, “don’t wait up for me guys. I’ll be there shortly!”

You lead her out into the hallway. The noise of the cafeteria can still be heard, but it’s muted enough so you two can clearly hear each other.

“Have we met before..?”

“Not formally,” you reply, “I’m one of the Support Class students, L/N Y/N. I was watching a bunch of the students compete and I was inspired to do costume redesigns.”

You pass her the notepad. A barebones sketch of her is underneath a more detailed drawing of your suggested hero outfit. With inspiration from both her summer and winter costume, it gives more strategic thought to her hero costume than there was before. There is an open back with an easily detachable front that can optionally be worn with a cloak. Elbow pads and knee pads provide joint protection, as well as shoes that’ll support her instead of the heeled boots she’d been fighting in. The cutouts are strategically placed, with spots on her thighs, lower legs, back and stomach. There still is an element of modesty, as her breasts aren’t halfway out all the time anymore and it’s all in her original color scheme.

“This is…” She pauses. You can’t tell what’s on her mind.

“Sorry if I overstepped my boundaries, I promise not to bother you anymore!”

“This is ingenious!” Momo replies, “Tell me, when do you think you could have this made?”

“Oh umm… I would have to get you measurements and source the materials, but that shouldn't take too long. A week, maybe two tops? Nothing new’s being innovated, it’s just a matter of taking it from my notes to an actual thing…”

“Sounds great.” She takes the pencil you keep clipped on your notepad and writes down her number, “I need to get to lunch but I’m free this afternoon for measurements. Text me!”

“I will!” You take the notebook, clutching it against your chest. Yaoyorozu was the right person to start with.

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You immediately added Yaoyorozu’s number after lunch and now you’re getting a ping from it.

Yaoyorozu: Hey, I’m free anytime from 4:30-6:30pm. What time works best for you?

You look at your clock now. 4:30’s coming up soon. A number of your classmates are still in the 2-H Workshop, but it isn’t so busy that you wouldn’t bring in another person—that’s only when Hatsume’s working, as she’s a safety hazard in and of herself.

Y/N: Now’s fine! I’m in the 2-H workshop. It’s in the east wing.

The chatter of machinery and the lyrics to some pop song trail along in the background. You’ve mostly tuned it out, so Yaoyorozu has to tap on your shoulder to get your attention.

“Y/N?” Her calling you by your first name gets you out of your daze and you reply, “Oh, hi Yaoyorozu!”

You turn to face her. A bit of heat heads to your face as you see Yaoyorozu’s skin tight outfit. She certainly isn’t uncomfortable in her skin.

“You like my outfit? It’s designer—part of Mount Lady’s recently dropped workout line.” She replies, “I thought I’d wear something closer to my skin in order to get proper measurements done.”

“Oh yeah. That’s smart. Let me grab my tailor’s tape and a sticky note!” You rummage through your school bag for spare supplies, pulling it out and pushing your classwork aside, “Here it is! Now we’ll start from the top down, getting all of the measurements and then you can be on your way.”

“Sounds perfect.” Momo stands straight, arms and legs shoulder width apart. She’s obviously done this before.

As you hum along to the music, Momo watches you. You don’t notice, but she stares at you, dedicating every little detail to memory. Something in her wants to replicate everything you have for herself. Though, as you stand up and put your tape measurer down, she coughs and clears her mind of it’s racing thoughts.

“So… what were you working on?”

“Schoolwork, nothing much.” You admit, “Just some back to school safety briefings—as if most of us didn’t come in during the winter to continue our projects. You probably don’t want to hear about it.”

Momo proves you wrong, “What other projects do you have going on?”

“Oh uh… well, Power Loader’s gave us a robotics project to work on and I’ve been specializing in costumes so I’ve been trying to create a list of heroes and hero students to make improved costumes on. You’re the first I’ve actually been able to do hands-on work for though… That’s for this, by the way!”

“How could I refuse?” Momo asks, “Your improvements and overall design is better than what I could’ve come up with on my own.”

“I guess…”

“May I ask,” Momo says, “How did you come up with this design?”

“Mostly by watching your trainings, as well as current pro hero costume trends.” You repsponds, “Most female pro heroes have their legs exposed in some capacity, but don’t have any sort of knee protection—which I think is stupid. And if we do knee protection, we need elbow protection. And I’d advocate for more coverage in order to have protective plating underneath the suit, but since you need your skin out, I had to limit it to specific areas. And the cloak came really handy for that! Plus I could have it cover your back in order to let you conceal items you create and have you… I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“No, no! It’s fine.” Momo replies, “I find this fascinating. Please continue!”

“Well… I’ve noticed that in a pinch that you’ll lose your top and then have to make yourself new clothes. But since your shirt is magnetic and can be put back together, you can save… materials as well as use that space for other things.” You continue with a laugh at yourself, “I don’t really understand how your quirk works, but I hope this costume will work…”

“I convert fat lipids into other atoms and release them from my skin.” Momo explains, “but I think your idea will work.”

“Let’s see.” You reply, “Well, I think that’s all I need from you. Thanks for sticking around and listening to my rambling, Yaoyorozu.”

“Call me Yaomomo. My friends do, anyway.” She tells you, “Text me anytime!”

“Oh uh, cool.” You tell her, “I will.”

She eventually leaves you to your devices, but you don’t leave her thoughts. In fact, you are steadily taking up a large portion of her thoughts as she contacts her house staff to start construction on a wing in the manor to give you the biggest, best laboratory possible.

#yandere class 1a #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere momo yaoyorozu

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twicearoundthesun · 2 years

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Spies AU, tw blood, previously

[Now]

Jihyo frowned, standing at the door to their small infirmary.

“Oh, please stop pouting. I’m fine.”

Nayeon was leaning on the counter, standing only in her bra and sweatpants as Sana worked to clean up the wound on her side. She winced as Sana dabbed at it with disinfectant.

“Nayeon, you were shot.”

“I was grazed. It barely broke skin.”

“Three inches to the left and you would have been bleeding out. We don’t even know who he was aiming at. If he’d had a clearer shot, Tzuyu could have died, too.”

“But the bullet wasn’t three inches to the left, and she’s still very much alive. It’s fine.”

“I shouldn’t have let her leave the complex. There’s a target on her head. I should have known. I endangered all three of you.”

“Shoulda this, woulda that. We’re okay. So the kid’s got a busted ankle and a concussion. She’s also got a roof over her head and she’s alive. If anything, this will convince her to stay so we can look after her.” Nayeon said. Sana pressed a piece of gauze to her cut and taped it in place.

“Or it will convince her that we have no clue how to keep her safe-”

“Ji.” Sana whispered, washing her hands in the small sink. She walked over to her, holding Jihyo’s cheeks in her cool hands. “This stuff happens. What matters is everyone came home safe. You can’t blame yourself like this. This is all a team effort.”

Jihyo only sighed, letting herself relax in the feeling of Sana’s thumbs sweeping over her cheeks. Sana leaned in and gave her a small kiss.

“Get a rooooom.” Nayeon grumbled loudly. “I get shot and I have to watch your PDA? Who did I piss off?”

“Oh shut up.”

Sana only giggled and turned to face her. “You’re good to go. Don’t stretch too much for a few days, don’t want it reopening. No sparring for a couple days, either.”

“Momo will be so upset.” Nayeon pouted. “We practice every morning.”

“Send Chaeyoung to do it instead. Or entertain her otherwise.”

Jihyo wrinkled her nose.

“You got it, doc.” Nayeon laughed as she pulled on her shirt. As she walked by, she squeezed Jihyo’s shoulder. “We’re all alright. Just another day.”

“Just another day.” Jihyo sighed.

She waited by the door as Sana cleaned up the rest of the countertop, discarding the used gauze and capping the healing salve she’d used on Nayeon. Once everything was back in its place, she turned to Jihyo with a small smile.

“How are you feeling?”

“A little like an idiot, but that’s all.”

Sana pouted and came closer, snaking her arms around Jihyo’s waist.

“Tzuyu chose to go home despite you making the risks very clear to her. Nayeon’s right, this will only prove your point further. She needs to stay with us for her own protection.”

Jihyo nodded with a small sigh. “Yeah, okay.” She chewed on her lip. “I just hope she isn’t too shaken up.”

“I spoke with her a little while I wrapped her ankle. She’s shaken up, but she knows she’s safe here. I think she’s starting to trust us a little, or Dahyun, at least. She asked for her when she woke up. She seemed a little nervous that it was Mina taking care of her, who she’s only met in the interrogation room, and me, a random stranger.”

“The friendliest random stranger we have.”

Sana only gave her a little smile at that. “Well, she visibly relaxed when Dahyun was there. That’s good, at least.”

Jihyo nodded. “And how’s Dahyun?” She tried to say casually.

Sana gave her a knowing look. “Well, you could ask her that.”

“She’s mad at me.”

“Her leg is aching. Knee is swollen from all the running last night. She’s not my biggest fan right now, either.” When Jihyo gave her a confused look, she continued. “I may have pressed the issue with Chaeyoung. Told her if she wants to get back into the field she should pick up training again.”

Jihyo frowned. There was no reason to rush her back into the field, and certainly not in the state she was in. She wasn’t mentally or physically ready for it, at this point, and there’d be a lot of training necessary to get her back to where she was a year ago. Where it hadn’t even been good enough.

“Hey.” Sana snapped her back to reality. “She said no, anyway. But she could. She was great in the field. Before…”

“Before she wasn’t so great. Yeah.” Jihyo winced at how short her own tone was. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know you’re protective.”

Jihyo could only sigh. “We just shouldn’t push her.”

“You’re right. But we shouldn’t let her live in fear of an old injury making her weak.”

“Shouldn’t we?” Jihyo frowned. “They took advantage of that weakness, they knew she’d be the slowest to move when they caught us by surprise. It was deliberate. They were able to sweep her feet right out from under her and attack, and if Momo hadn’t gotten there in time-”

“Momo did get there in time.”

“She nearly didn’t get there in time. We can’t always rely on Momo getting there in time.”

“It’s gotten me pretty far.”

“Sana.” Jihyo whined. She didn’t want to talk about this. She didn’t want to fight about this. “Dahyun spent fifteen days in the hospital. I can’t watch her go through that again. If she isn’t ready to go out in the field, she isn’t ready.”

“It isn’t your fault.”

“Two times in her life now she’s been badly injured because I wasn’t there to protect her.”

“There is nothing you could have done for either of them, you can’t keep blaming yourself-”

“Sana.” She said, very seriously. “She’s all I have left. My baby sister. I won’t let it happen again.”

Sana stared for a second. “I’ll drop it. But you need to work on that guilt. You can’t take the blame for everything that goes wrong anywhere. I thought we were getting better with that?” She brushed Jihyo’s hair back, away from her face. Jihyo found herself leaning in to her gentle touch.

“Just been a long twenty-four hours.”

Sana pouted and pulled her close. “I know, Baby. Why don’t we put on pajamas and watch a few episodes of that drama you love?”

Jihyo could only nod, losing herself in Sana’s soft hug for a little while.

#the jihyo angst beginssssssssss #spies au #Nayeon #Sana #Jihyo #Dahyun #sahyo

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makeste · 3 years

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So, which of these desperately sobbing children gets to compete for Worst Day? I... think Shouto's our, uh, lucky winner, but I think Deku, Momo, and Tokoyami all put up strong fights

so seeing as we are finally approaching New Chapter Times again after a very long three weeks, this feels like a good time to do a recap of just how much everything currently sucks for our intrepid heroes. it may seem a bit insensitive of me to go through the cast list one by one and arbitrarily assign each character a number score based on how shitty their day was, but... well actually I don’t really have a good defense for that, lol. whatever, let’s just get to ranking these children’s misery (and while we’re at it, some of the adults’ as well).

Midoriya Izuku

current status: unconscious. currently has a pair of those floppy inflatable flailing tube men dealios for arms. had to watch his teacher and his best friends get hurt and nearly die while being helpless to do anything to stop it. has a new quirk which “warns” him of approaching danger by giving him ice pick headaches, as if he didn’t have enough pain in his life as it is. is being targeted by the most dangerous person in the world. and last but not least, is probably on the verge of his super-secret quirk becoming not-so-secret, and having to deal with the fallout of that.

rank: 9/10. hard to imagine how things could get much worse for this little guy atm. NO HORIKOSHI THAT IS NOT A CHALLENGE. YOU LEAVE HIS MENTOR ALONE.

Bakugou Katsuki

current status: unconscious. got impaled by the Big Bad which initially did not look good, but apparently it wasn’t enough to stop him from flying around in drunken loop-de-loops whilst ignoring Iida’s protests, so who knows. proudly announced his new hero name to the world only to be met with scorn and ridicule and hysterical laughter from that fucking Caillou-looking motherfucker whose opinion he never mcfucking asked for, thank you very much. and also his best friend’s self-sacrificing tendencies are giving him anxiety, and his other best friend’s brother just pulled a reverse Darth Vader on Endeavor and upended hero society as we know it. so there’s a good chance he might be called upon to provide emotional support to one or even BOTH of them in the near future. has... has he actually become the stable friend in the trio. fuck.

rank: 7/10 just because he briefly appeared to be in a situationally-inappropriate good mood for those few brief minutes right after Jeanist appeared. you were having too much fun to get a top score, Katsuki.

Todoroki Shouto

current status: not unconscious but probably wishing he was. older brother came back from the dead and revealed that he was a mass murderer and broadcast all of Shouto’s personal traumas to the entire world before earnestly trying to set him and his friends on fire. so is currently dealing with all of the fun fallout from that, on top of watching his teacher and friends all come within inches of death. will probably be dragged into a national controversy against his will now that Endeavor’s past has been revealed. all of it is honestly so shitty that it’s all but impossible for me to put an irreverent spin on this. I honestly can’t think of a single joke to make. goddammit Shouto.

rank: 10/10. a perfect storm of shittiness.

Yaoyorozu Momo

current status: somehow Momo went from having no mentors that we knew of, to having two mentors, and then back to having no mentors, all in the span of a single day. has to be some sort of record.

rank: 8/10. and the worst part of all is that she was a fucking BAMF during this arc, but she can’t even enjoy that now because of all the trauma. I’m still proud of you, Momo.

Uraraka Ochako

current status: mentally and physically exhausted after spending a day out on the front lines dealing with the aftermath of an unnatural disaster. saw things that were canonically enough to make a grown man have a nervous breakdown right then and there. had a really weird and unsettling encounter with Toga who keeps trying to relate to her by telling her things like “hey Ochako, this one time I turned into you and used your quirk to murder someone horribly isn’t that wild.” it’s just been a very long day for her.

rank: 6/10. stressful af but she’s still in one piece and no one was actively murdered in front of her. sometimes you gotta take whatever wins you can get.

Tokoyami Fumikage

current status: his mentor was nearly burned to death in front of him and he was almost burned to death too, and the guy who kept attempting to burn him was all “YOUR MENTOR’S A MURDERER BTW AND SO YOU SHOULD JUST LET ME KILL HIM”, and so he was kind of put on the spot there and he didn’t really know what to do, and somehow he managed to escape with Hawks anyway but Hawks’s wings were all burnt off, and then a fucking video of Hawks stabbing Twice in the back got broadcast to the entire nation and so it’s like, ???? he didn’t sign up for this??? he is just a little birb??? can he live????

rank: 7/10 because he missed out on all of the other traumatizing stuff, but it’s honestly impressive how bad his day managed to be even in spite of that.

All for One

current status: All for One’s day is actually going pretty good.

rank: 0/10. hey but fuck you, AFO.

Shigaraki Tomura

current status: woke up early from his nap which always sucks. only got to enjoy his cool new Transcendent Being powers for a few minutes before the heroes all ganged up on him and incinerated him a bunch of times and fucked up his shiny new cape. has his old mentor currently taking up residence in his head uninvited and trying to boss him around. found out his grandma was part of One for All?? then slept through all of the fun stuff with the Dabi reveal. also a bunch of his friends are either dead or captured. all in all was not really the best day for him.

rank: 8/10 because he was having himself a grand old time for a while there, but once some of this stuff finally sinks in the Suck Factor is going to go way, way up. also, seriously, AFO is currently possessing his body, jesus christ. just leave him alone already.

Hawks

current status: had to make an impossible choice between sitting back and letting an untold number of people die, and turning on a good but misguided man who was only trying to help his friends. has to live with the trauma of literally stabbing his friend in the back for the rest of his life. may have been rendered effectively quirkless. was publicly dragged through the mud alongside Endeavor, and unlike Endeavor he didn’t actually do anything to earn it (though that probably won’t stop him from feeling like he has). oh and speaking of Endeavor, just found out that the hero he looked up to since childhood abused his family and shit, and so now he has to grapple with that on top of everything else. how fucked is it that the minute he finally got to drop his whole double agent balancing act, his life somehow got even more fucked up and complicated.

rank: 9/10. let Hawks rest.

Aizawa Shouta

current status: unconscious. seems to have lost an eye which may possibly affect his quirk. had to saw off his own fucking leg. met the man who experimented on his childhood friend. doesn’t know yet that said man was originally targeting him and not Shirakumo. oh and also his other other childhood friend just died and he doesn’t know it yet. and someone else sacrificed himself in order to save him. and most of his other hero pals are either dead or wounded too, and all of his kids are deeply traumatized. and the guy they went through all of this shit to try and capture in the first place got away, and hero society is now in shambles.

rank: 11/10. Horikoshi. wtf did Aizawa ever do to you.

anyways it’s getting late and I was gonna throw in a few honorable mentions, but I think I’ll just call it a day instead. feel free to weigh in on any of the ones I missed. Dabi for one is having himself a FINE, fine day. but Endeavor not so much. sob.

#bnha 296 #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #asks #anon asks

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Spy Games [Chapter 1] : More Than It Seems

Characters: Twice Momo, Male Reader

4579 words

Authors Note: This is literally the first fiction writing I have done since I was a little kid writing stories about a town full of hamburgers. I was inspired to try my hand at writing by the plethora of amazing kpop smut writers out there right now, but by @lockefanfic, @nsfwtwicecatcher, @nsfwflint, and @ggidolsmuts in particular. If there are any similarities between my writing and theirs, please forgive me as I’ve spent more hours than I’d care to admit “researching” their work.

One thing that amazes me is how the hell everyone cranks out thousands of words with such frequency, as this post isn’t even 5k and it took forever to write. I can’t begin to explain how much respect I have for all the authors out there who can write so much and maintain such high levels of quality.

As a new writer, I welcome any and all feedback! Feel free to drop me a line if you have any critiques, or if you just want to chat!

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“Coming up on the target now.”

“Roger that, remember the office is on the top floor. Let us know when you’re inside. And remember, no elevators...” teases your handler, Choa.

“Thanks for the reminder,” you reply sarcastically.

You survey the skyscraper against the night sky--it would be impressive if it weren’t one of a hundred just like it downtown Seoul--and wonder what you had done to deserve getting the short end of the stick. Of course, you knew there was a reason to avoid the elevators: they sat directly in front of the building’s concierge and the cameras in the lobby, while the stairwell lay in a remote part of the first floor. The logic behind your impending hike didn’t make the reality any less abhorrent.

“Meanwhile, Seolhyun gets to infiltrate an organization in the Caymans. Just my fucking luck.” you grumble to yourself.

“Oh, stop whining, you big baby,” says Choa, reminding you to keep your thoughts to yourself.

You sneak past the lobby and towards the back of the floor you find the entrance to the stairwell in a poorly lit area.

“Beginning my climb.” you report, shaking out your legs as you prepare to go up.

“Sir, I-I’m getting some interference over comms,” chimes in the timid voice of the girl you knew to be your newest team member, Yoo Jeongyeon. “It could just be local chatter, but I want to make sure it’s not someone trying to listen in.”

“Probably nothing to worry about, but we’ll let you know if there’s anything you need to worry about.” Choa assures you.

As you climb up the stairs, you wonder why anyone would want to listen in on this particular mission. This was a run-of-the-mill operation to investigate money laundering at an accounting firm. You’d infiltrated foreign governments, broken into and bugged the offices of billionaire CEOs, and tailed enemy agents. You could understand people wanting to hear those comms, but this? Either someone wanted something to listen to as a sleep aid, or this mission was more interesting than it looked.

A tip had come in through one of the new girls at the Intel Desk reporting that there was some fishy activity related to organized crime going on at the accounting firm. This was routine and you’d gone on dozens of similar recon missions before: break in, find suspicious intel, get out. But if someone wanted so badly to hear what was going on, the new girl may have stumbled onto something worthy of a promotion. Hayoung, you think her name was. Her chestnut, shoulder-length hair along with her well-endowed physique reminded you of a young mother, but her mature beauty belied her young age. You had caught yourself more than a few times fantasizing about her in your off hours…

You stop mid-way in the stairwell, scolding yourself for losing focus. Too often over the course of the last year you found yourself fantasizing about the women in your life. Sure, before the incident with Eunha you had sexual thoughts about your coworkers--you were surrounded by beautiful women, after all. But recently you noticed that your life was increasingly preoccupied with sex: both in your thoughts and the real-life exploits you carried out.

Much longer than a few minutes later, you reach the 63rd floor out of breath and sweating, wishing more than ever that it was you and not Seolhyun lounging on the beach. You take a moment to compose yourself before peeking out into the office floor to see if the coast is clear.

“We may have a problem, boss. Jeongyeon looked into the comms disturbance and someone much more sophisticated than the average joe is definitely trying to tap in,” Choa says. “Jeongyeon’s kicking their ass right now blocking their access, but there’s only so much she can do alone. Eventually we’re going to lose control of this channel.”

“Dammit. I knew something was off with this op,” you grumble. “If they want to listen in to whatever I find, it must be important. We’ll go dark. Recon says this should be a quick in and out anyways. I’ll tag you once I’m out.”

“Be careful. Signal us if anything goes wrong. Just don’t do anything stupid.” replies Choa.

“What do you think they pay me all this money for?” you tease, wanting to put her nerves at ease. “See you on the other side. Over and out.”

You could hear the concern in her voice. Even though keeping you safe was part of her job, you knew she cared about you. You also knew as well as she did that anything could go wrong even in the five minutes it would take you to break in, especially when it appeared that someone knew exactly what you were doing.

You switch off your comms link and head out the door and into the office.

It looked exactly as you expected--rows and rows of non-descript cubicles, with a princely office lined with glass walls occupying the far corner. Jeongyeon had retrieved the floor plan by hacking into the building’s security database earlier in the week, and you knew after her effort tonight in detecting and fending off the comms interference that Choa would want you to acknowledge the work the new girl had been putting in. She certainly was more skilled than the five previous team members you’d fired after Eunha, but you found it difficult to bring yourself to praise her. The Ops Officer position she occupied was a sore point for you, after all.

You deftly pick the lock on the corner office door and immediately sit down in front of the terminal on the desk, logging in with the security bypass Jeongyeon drew up.

Again your thoughts drift to Eunha. Eunha was your longtime Ops Officer--highly skilled, you trusted her more than anyone. It also helped that she was your fiance. It made you sad to think about her; about what could have been, what should have been. Over the past year, you were constantly reminded of her absence by the utter incompetence of her replacements. You suppose it was nice that at the very least, Jeongyeon didn’t give you many opportunities to bemoan her performance in the same way--to remind you of Eunha.

You shake your head, compelling yourself to rise out of your funk and get on with the mission.

As you scroll through files, you stop on one with a familiar signature. Reading its contents, your eyes open wider--suddenly you understand why someone would be interested to listen in to your communications. You quickly save the file to your flash drive and stand up to leave, only to be startled by a figure in the doorway.

“Care to tell me what’s on that?” comes a familiar voice from the darkness that you knew to be Hirai Momo’s. Momo was an agent for a foreign espionage agency--you had as friendly a rivalry as you could have when working for different governments.

“What was the point of trying to hack our comms if you were just going to show up and ask me that?”

“I had no intention of coming until you decided to ghost your girlfriends,” teases Momo. “Besides, I like showing you how much better I am at sneaking around.”

Momo flicks on the light and she comes into focus. The Japanese government made a good decision when they hired her, you think. She was built for the job of a seductive spy. Her perfectly toned legs had a lovely sheen all the way up to her short skirt, while her cleavage suggested that her tits were ready to burst out of her tight, patterned blouse. Where most of your attention was drawn, however, was her lustrous blue hair, which fell to her shoulders.

“I may actually need your help with this, once you see what’s on it,” you say, nodding your head at the flash drive.

“Oh, so you’re willing to give it to me? I thought I was going to have to fuck you for it,” she says sarcastically. You knew behind the humor was more than a nugget of truth, though. Sex had been the primary vehicle for information trading with Momo over the years. You decide to test your reading of the situation.

“Just because I need your help doesn’t mean I’m giving it for free…”

Momo brings her thumb to her mouth and bites gently as she ponders your not-so-subtle proposition. She takes her turn to look you up and down, making you feel more than a little self conscious in her gaze of judgment. After so many years in the dangerous world of espionage, there were only a handful women who could make you feel so small. Then again, Momo was no regular girl.

Once she’s satisfied she has properly appraised your worth, Momo lets go of her thumb and straightens her blouse.

“Fine,” she says matter-of-factly, “let’s get to it,” unbuttoning her blouse as she walks towards you.

You are surprised by the lack of fight she put up, but you thought it best to keep that to yourself. Her tone reminds you of a business meeting--that is, if you hadn’t seen her pull her top off as she approached you. She sits in your lap on the chair, wrapping her arms around your neck as you meet her lips for a kiss. Momo’s mouth was familiar to you, introduced to you many times throughout your career. It seemed like every time you ran across her you had sex. One thing you adored about your relationship with her was that it was absolutely without strings attached. You fucked for work, but just because it was part of the job didn’t mean you both didn’t enjoy it.

Momo, however, was loath to admit the pleasure she got out of her liaisons with you. Call it pride, call it being professional, whatever--Momo refused to act like sex with you was anything other than work, no different than working in a spreadsheet.

You feel her reach down to your pants, quickly unbuttoning them as she sinks to her knees in front of you. You smirk--her eagerness to please you betrayed her air of ambivalence.

Momo wastes no time getting down to business. You are certain the Japanese trained her very well in tender foreplay, but it seems she doesn’t care much for subtlety at the moment. Instead, she utilizes a more direct method to extract your pleasure--one that must have required its own fair share of training--as she spits on your cock before immediately forcing it as deeply in her mouth as she can take it. One, two, three bobs is all it takes for her to reach the base of your cock, her nose buried in your pelvis.

“Fuuuck me, that’s good,” you groan as you hold her head in place for several seconds, and Momo replies in turn with a cough that spits a healthy serving of saliva on to your cock. You release your grip on the back of her head to give her a chance to breathe, but she surprises you when she simply continues to work her mouth on your increasingly saliva-drenched cock, swirling her tongue around your base. Most of the other women you had slept with in recent months would be gasping for air by now, but Momo’s demeanor was cool, calm, and collected. Almost as if she was reading your mind, Momo paused her slurping and pulled her mouth off your shaft--but not forgetting to continue stroking it with achingly deft corkscrew motions.

“What’s the matter? Girls in your department not able to take care of your cock like a real woman?” Momo clicks her tongue and grins. “I’ve told you for years, you’d never be treated so poorly if you came to work for a professional outfit like ours.”

“Shut up and suck my cock.”

Momo shrugs, and gets back to the task at hand. Slobbering even more as she takes you into your mouth again, you pause to thank your lucky stars that you had a job that paid you in part to fuck women like Momo. You gaze upon her face, which has become just as messy as your cock. Momo’s sloppy blowjob has not only left liberal amounts of spit on your cock, but on her face as well--with strands of her blue hair plastered to her cheeks. Even though you thought it impossible, you feel your cock get harder at the sight of Momo’s messy face.

For several minutes, Momo continues inhaling your cock as you find yourself nearing the point of no return, you yank Momo’s head off your throbbing cock in order to prolong your session. A bit too forcefully, it seems, as Momo falls over onto her side.

“What the fuck!” yelps Momo as she picks herself back up, glaring at you. “I suck your cock and you thank me by throwing me on the ground?

“I didn’t mean to, I’m just not ready to cum yet. We both know you would’ve ignored me if I had asked you to stop.”

“I guess you’re right about that,” Momo replies sheepishly. You knew from previous run-ins with her that she loved nothing more than swallowing cum. Even though you had just denied her that favor, you were already thinking about how to make it up to her in a few minutes.

“How about I repay your kindness? Get up on the table and let me eat you.”

“Let’s skip the pleasantries. I’ll get up on the table, but you’re going to fuck me.”

“Someone’s eager to see what’s in this thumb drive,” you tease, inadvertently reminding yourself that this was a transactional liaison. You suspected that Momo’s interest in you extended beyond her desire for the information at hand, and part of you yearned to take her outside of the confines of work. You’re skeptical such a day would ever come, however, given how ambitious Momo was.

You knew her story--she applied for a job in the Japanese spy agency several years ago, making it all the way through the process before being cut at the very end. She ended up receiving an offer shortly after one of the other finalists died in a ‘training accident’, but Momo lived with a chip on her shoulder ever since. She lived and worked with a pathological drive to prove the agency wrong in their original decision to cut her. Already the youngest lead operative in her country’s history, she had an eye on the directorship and seemed destined for it. So, you supposed, it was nice to be able to fuck her before she became famous.

Momo hops on up on the desk, hiking up her skirt to reveal a delicious-looking blue thong that matches her hair. She looks behind towards you with lust heavy in her eyes as she pulls her thong to the side, revealing her glistening pussy--already dripping, you noted.

“I don’t have all night.”

More than happy to oblige, you line your painfully throbbing cock up with her pussy and you can feel the warmth radiating from it. You take a second to appreciate Momo’s incredible physique as your hands graze downward from her upper back, to her hips, and finally to her ass. As you rub it, you cannot help but appreciate how sublimely taut it is.

“Jeeze, you act like this is the first time you’ve seen a woman naked,” Momo jabs, interrupting your reverie.

You are starting to get annoyed with Momo’s demeanor. It was nothing new, really--she always carried an air of superiority--but it nonetheless grates on your nerves to see her be so dismissive. You are mature enough to understand that at least a part of this aggravation had to do with the fact that you knew Momo slept with plenty of men for work. Not so mature, however, to be able to stifle the primal urge deep inside of you that wanted Momo to see you as the best of all her lovers. More than ever, it seemed that sexual vanity mattered a great deal to your self-confidence.

With a renewed sense of purpose and your cock in hand, you enter Momo slowly with a long stroke until you fill her to the hilt. In unison with your initial insertion, Momo lets out a whine that crescendos as you bottom out.

As you begin to thrust in and out Momo settles in and widens her stance ever so little, which has the added benefit of allowing you to go even deeper into her warm, wet pussy. Momo was not a girl of surprises. Her face was gorgeous, capable of angelic beauty and fiery lust. Her body reflected the many hours she spent in the gym with ample breasts, insanely tight abs, and a toned ass to match. Her pussy feels exactly as sublime as her beautiful face and incredible body suggested. The perfect combination for a woman who used her body to seduce and take advantage of brainless men. You decide to push out your mind the realization that at this very moment, you are in fact one of those men.

You wanted to make sure Momo felt each and every drive into her hot flesh. Momo continued to moan quietly, each breath punctuated with a new thrust and the sound of your skin meeting hers.

“Looks like someone’s gotten real quiet all of a sudden,” you say, noticing her haughty attitude had subsided as pleasure took you both over.

“Oh, get over yourself,” Momo says, looking back at you with rekindled determination in her eyes, “you’re no better than half the guys I’ve been with. I’m here for the file, not for whatever you call this.” She cooly turns her head to face front again, leaving you seething.

Your twinge of annoyance was now a bubbling boil.

You slow down before withdrawing your cock from her warmth--Momo lets out the faintest whine of disappointment, betraying her dissatisfied front.

Just as Momo turns her head again to complain, you quickly slam your cock deep inside her. Momo yelps, and you notice her eyes bulge as you move your hips in a circular motion with your cock filled to the hilt, scraping deep inside her pussy. After several seconds of this you grab a makeshift ponytail out of her hair and yank backwards, causing her to gasp and arch her back instinctively. As much as she bothered you with her air of indifference, you had to admit that the image in front of you was the stuff of dreams.

Taking advantage of the highly erotic sight before you and the increased leverage offered by your grasp of her hair, you began to truly fuck her with quick and powerful strokes.

“Take it, Momo,” you grunted, beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead.

Momo said nothing, emitting only breathless gasps from her open mouth. You noticed that their intensity was gradually increasing, so you increased the speed of your shaft penetrating her young, sinful body. You knew she was enjoying this, but you wouldn’t be satisfied until you broke her facade. You wanted her to lose herself to you.

You speed up even more, and the volume of your skin slapping together increases as her pussy drips wetter and wetter, mixing with your leaking precum. You are slamming your cock into her now, and Momo has to grab on to the table to steady herself. Slowly but surely her pretense was crumbling.

“You want it, don’t you Momo? You want more?”

“Fuck yeah,” Momo gasps hoarsely, struggling to speak with her hair being pulled, “Give it to me...o-oh...fuck, give it to me!”

Satisfied that she had succumbed to her pleasure, you relax your grip on her hair slightly and lean over to growl in her ear.

“I’ll give it to you. I’m gonna make sure you remember this, make sure every time you’re with another man you wish it was me.”

Momo acknowledges your promise with a deep groan, giving you great pleasure as you resumed fucking her gorgeous body.

Your eyes drift downward to her glorious ass, now shining with sweat and jiggling violently with each crash of your cock inside her. Inspired by the sight, you release her hair and put one hand on her hip and begin striking her ass with your other. Momo shrieks in surprise, but quickly looks back at you with lidded eyes while biting her lip to tell you she wanted more.

Again you oblige, and it was quickly becoming clear that lust and pleasure were staging a coup of Momo’s senses. She’s making lots of noise, but nothing intelligible. Nothing but guttural moans interspersed with high-pitched squeals. You continue spanking her ass, alternating cheeks--noticing a deep pink beginning to form on both. She’d most likely be dealing with soreness for several days after this, you think.

“You wanna cum, Momo? Cum for me, I know you want to.”

“Mmmmm...Ah, ah, AH! Unggghh,” comes Momo’s response.

“Come on Momo, fucking cum baby...cum all over this cock,” you shout, sincerely hoping there was no one working in an adjacent floor to hear.

“FUUUUCK!” Momo screams eloquently, suddenly dropping her head as her body begins convulsing. You knew what to expect having slept with her before, but you are nonetheless surprised to see how completely overtaken her body was by pleasure. Her upper body jerks spastically as her legs tremble with your cock plunged deep inside her pussy, all the while letting out a high-pitched whine that turns into a soft whimper. Just a few minutes before she was defiant and happy to throw insults at you...now she was a mewling, writhing mess incapable of speaking. The dark, primal part of you is satisfied by her tacit recognition of your talent.

After a short while, Momo begins to compose herself and lifts her upper body from the table. You take it as a sign to slowly resume taking your cock in and out of her. You decide to give her now glowing pink ass a rest and caress her back, tracing long lines with your nails.

“Mmmmm, that feels good,” Momo says, her eyes still closed, “you fuck me so good.”

You slowly begin ramping up the pace, rolling your hips with each stroke. You want to make sure your cock pleases every inch of Momo’s pussy, and make sure it craves you when she’s alone at night.

After several minutes of this tender, softer version of lovemaking, Momo comes back to her senses. She arches her back again and turns her head to gaze in your eyes as you continue to take her. She begins to move her ass back and forth on your cock in unison with your own strokes.

“Oh my god, you feel so good in my fucking pussy! Every...fucking...stroke!” Momo gasps, the final words punctuated by the force of her majestic ass crashing against your cock.

“You’re a bad girl, Momo,” you tease, “you like being taken and shown who’s boss, don’t you? You like me grabbing your hair and slapping your ass?”

“Yes!” she gasps, “Yes I love it! Mmmmm...I want you to fuck me until you cum. Fuck me until you cum!”

There was no command in the world easier to follow.

Satisfied that you had fulfilled your vain, immature desire to see her acknowledge your skill as a lover, you now focus yourself on extracting pleasure from the young woman beneath you. You settle into a pace with rough strokes, fiercely pounding her over and over. Your pleasure rises with each thrust, aided not only by the mindblowing caress of her pussy, but by the incredible sight of Momo on all fours before you moaning with each strike of your cock inside her.

“Fuck Momo...I don’t think I have much longer, I’m gonna fucking cum so hard!”

“Yes,” comes the response from Momo, “Yes, yes! Fucking cum baby, I want your cum so bad!”

A few more thrusts and you can feel the point of no return coming. For a brief moment you contemplate cumming inside Momo, to truly claim her. You quickly reconsider, wanting to give her what she truly wanted--to swallow your load.

And so, you quickly withdraw your cock from Momo’s now sopping wet pussy and she instinctively turns around and drops to her knees on the floor. Stroking your cock with great fervor, her mouth wide open begging for what was to come.

“Please give me your cum, please, please! I want it...I need it! Cum for me!”

Your head tilts backward as a long groan escapes your lips. Your cum explodes from your shaft, shooting long, thick ropes of semen into her mouth and onto her cheeks and nose. Over and over, your cum splashes on her beautiful face until you finally reach the end of your orgasm, panting and exhausted. Momo’s face is a pornographic picture of lust, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she swallows the mass of cum you deposited in her mouth.

“I fucking love your cum,” Momo says as she wipes the remaining cum off her face with her finger and promptly brings it to her tongue before swallowing it down as well.

“I’m glad we were both able to get what we wanted,” you say, struggling to catch your breath.

“Speaking of getting what I wanted…” Momo says, nodding her head to the part of the floor where the USB drive now sits, evidently thrown from the table during the session that had just taken place.

“Right,” you say, suddenly remembering you’re here for work, “make a copy and let’s get out of here.”

“Great,” says Momo, still on the floor with a satisfied smile of content on her face, “Hey, I meant what I said about having you join our team. As much shit as I give you, we could really use someone with your talent.”

“Thanks, but I think I’m better off staying put. Don’t think the Korean government would let me live if I tried defecting.”

“Probably true,” says Momo as she begins picking up her clothes, “Never hurts to ask, though.”

***

A few minutes later, you and Momo had both gotten dressed and copied the file onto a drive for her. Momo disappeared into an adjoining hallway and you set off to traverse the stairwell again. As you prepare yourself for the descent, you also steel yourself for the repercussions of giving the intel to a foreign spy agency. With the information you saw in the file, you knew the Japanese would have to be looped in sooner or later. If it was going to happen eventually, you thought it made the most sense to entrust that intel to the agent on the other side you knew would make sure things got done correctly. As logical as it seemed to you, however, you knew it wouldn’t be taken well back at the office.

You click on your comms link, now knowing there’s nothing to fear.

“Hey Choa, I’m on my way back to the rendezvous.”

“Oh thank god! That took forever, I was about to call for a tac team!” Choa sighs with audible relief, “I take it you got everything you needed?”

“Got more than I needed, actually,” you say, nervous about Choa’s reaction to what you say next, “Listen, there’s one small thing you should know...”

“You did WHAT?!”

#momo #twice smut #momo smut #male reader #b/g #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction

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n0bamak1s · 3 years

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drive you crazy - mai zenin x reader

request: “could you do mai’s reaction to silent treatment? can the read be gender neutral also?” - @hitchsimp

summary: after having to carry mai to the infirmary following the goodwill exchange event, reader finds themself in an argument over mais carelessness. this leads to mai wondering just why she’s so upset over being ignored like this. (genre: enemies to lovers, angst-ish to fluff, oblivious pining)

warnings: mentions of violence, some angst, swearing

word count: 2.2k

a/n: sorry i’ve been kind of slow with writing lately everyone! exams have me pretty busy atm but hopefully i’ll be in less of a slump after i’m done with that. i hope you guys enjoy this in the mean time! also criticism is greatly appreciated bc i’m still kind of a beginner on writing arguments and stuff like that ^_^

mai decided that she hated being ignored.

not that you two were anywhere near best friends or anything, in fact most of the time you guys were at each others throats over something trivial. at least when you guys argued, though, you still acknowledged her presence. she knew you couldn’t stay silent towards her forever, you guys would have to work together eventually, you were teammates of sorts after all.

you had started giving her the cold shoulder not long after the goodwill event. utahime had called you to inform you mai was out of the game, and you had to go retrieve her. you groaned at the idea of having to be her knight in shining armor, but reluctantly began to make your way to the forest that the group had split up in.

by the time you found her lying on the grass, unconscious, you were already irritated as you cursed whoever made these uniforms so stiff to run in. you crouched down to get closer to her level, lightly shaking her shoulder in hopes you would stir her awake. when that didn’t work, you rolled your eyes and picked her up, one hand supporting her upper back and the other tucked under her knees.

at first glance to anyone else who may have seen how you carried her, it would almost seem romantic. thought, their opinions would probably change pretty quickly if they saw how you lectured her when she woke up.

she stirred awake and blinked a couple times to adjust to her surroundings before turning to see your very tired and very annoyed face.

“you could’ve just stuck to the plan, you know.” despite the anger clear in your face as you stated at your lap, your voice had a quality of softness to it mai had never heard. before she could get any words out, you interrupted her train of thought and continued talking. “we made that plan for a reason. you knew you weren’t ready to take on maki, so why would you put yourself in danger like that?” you looked up to make eye contact with her, and she noted the subtle hint of gentleness in your eyes, but not before she jumped to defensiveness.

“what the hell makes you think you know why i wanted to fight maki?” she resented your concern in favor of starting an argument with you.

“have you ever considered that maybe you need to think about how your little revenge fantasy ruins our chances of winning this thing.” the warmth in your voice was now gone, replaced with a tone far from sympathetic. “we’ve all worked hard to get a chance to make it somewhere as jujutsu sorcerer, so it would be nice if you at least tried to care.”

for a moment, mai found it hard to come up with some kind of response. of course she knew how hard you worked to get here, not that she’d admit it. so why did she suddenly feel a twang of sympathy at how betrayed your words sounded?

before she could even think of how to counter what you said, you got up from the seat you had been in and strolled out, not even giving her the satisfaction of some kind of goodbye.

you guys weren’t even friends. she thought you were too irritable and you thought she was too full of herself. she shouldn’t care this much about whether or not she had hurt you. this feeling would probably wash over by morning, and you guys would go back to your usual bickering.

it only took one glance at you the next morning to see that, no, the feeling had not washed over.

for one thing, you had completely ignored her when utahime announced you would choose partners for sparring. normally, you would nod to mai wordlessly and stalk off in her direction so you two would spar together. it was the one thing you guys were good at doing together, maybe just because it was a way for you to get your anger out on each other from all the snide comments and annoyed glares you guys exchanges on the daily.

today, however, you turned to noritoshi and asked him if he would be your partner. when mai glanced in your direction, she couldn’t help but notice the soft smile that graced your face when you asked him, nothing like the stoic one you usually had when you guys partnered up.

why should she care about that? you and noritoshi were a couple of hard asses anyway, so why did it bother her so much if you chose to spar him instead?

she was currently paired with miwa, who seemed to quickly catch on to the quick looks she sent in your direction in between the punches thrown.

“did you get in a fight with them or something?” mai didn’t need to hear your name to know who miwa was asking about.

“something like that.” she caught her breath after dodging a kick at her legs. “apparently i’m too ‘careless’” miwa noted how her punches came with more force when talking about it.

“they probably just want you to stop putting yourself in danger, you know?” as much as miwa loved you guys, it was kind of ridiculous how much obvious stuff she had to say just to egg you guys on to make you realize how in denial you were about your care for each other.

“then they could just tell me that. maybe they should follow their own advice about caring.” she huffed annoyedly, eyes wandering back over to you sparring with noritoshi, seeing how you smiled so kindly at him as you helped him up. her eyes lingered on you for just a moment too long, studying the way all the tension in your face seemed to release, with your eyes growing shinier and the corners of your mouth quirking up without a care in the world.

why didn’t you ever smile at her like that?

your ignoring of her continued for the next few days. mai felt herself grow annoyed, because she had no idea how to get under your skin. she didn’t want to admit that she was bored without the pointless arguments, or baseless insults that you guys shared. now, when she joined you with the rest of your classmates for lunch, it was like she was invisible. instead of criticizing her aim during target practice, you would turn to momo and ask her about the new show she was watching, and it was like mai didn’t even cross your mind.

you couldn’t keep this up forever, surely. even when you weren’t trading insults with each other, it was obvious to anyone else how you would bite back calling out her name in concern when she took a particularly hard hit in training. regardless, you were still far too stubborn to admit how you missed talking to her, even if it was just to lecture her about paying more attention to her surroundings while she rolled her eyes about how you had stopped by the infirmary so late just to say that.

why were you so insistent on preaching to her whenever she went and got herself hurt?

it became rather monotonous for your classmates, watching the both of you glance at the other one with soft eyes when you thought no one else was looking. it was exhausting seeing how you guys grew tense at the mention of the other’s name, trying to pass off your embarrassment for anger.

it had been a few days more of dealing with your stubbornness before you finally managed a break from one another with mai and todo going out for a mission together. you knew them to be somewhat of a chaotic duo together, so you hoped this would work to your advantage in giving you a day of rest from all this pointless drama. you knew it was childish, sulking over problems you had caused entirely on your own, but with the time apart, you couldn’t help but become just a little bit self pitying. it was only natural when you had messed up your chances with the girl you liked because you were too scared to admit your feelings to yourself.

wait, what?

you probably would have sat and soaked up your startling revelation (well, startling to you at least) before you were abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door of your dorm room, followed immediately by a call of your name by miwa. she said something about needing help patching up mai, and you hated yourself for how quickly you sprung up from the spot you had been lounging on your bed. ignoring the strangely knowing look miwa gave you, you picked up your pace to the infirmary, feeling much more limber in your lounge clothes. it was hard not to notice the contrast between the last time you spoke in the infirmary when you swung open the door without even a knock, your eyes flooded with concern.

before mai even had a chance to process your disheveled state from running all the way to the infirmary, you spoke to her for the first time in a week.

“i’m sorry.” your voice was breathless as you leaned against the doorframe.

instead of pointing out the obvious fact that you had suddenly decided to speak to her again, she just adjusted herself so she sat up in the stiff infirmary bed, choosing to point out another obvious fact. “you know it wasn’t your fault i got hurt.” her words made you feel like a dunce, but her tone was earnest, genuine.

“but maybe if i hadn’t been ignoring you i could’ve been there to help you out.” made your way towards her so you sat at the edge of the bed, grabbing a small roll of bandages and leaning down slightly to observe where any injuries remained. “i should’ve been there to help you out.”

she raised an eyebrow. “i don’t need you to protect me.”

“i know that,” until then, you had your eyes trained on the papery sheets adorning the bed, but when you met her eyes, she could see the heartfelt look in your eyes “, but i want you to be able to rely on me.”

you broke eye contact momentarily, reaching for her slightly bloodied hand to wrap, resting it loosely in yours. your fingers settled around her palm so gently as you wrapped the bandages, she noted. it became difficult for you to stay focused with how her eyes watched you so intently.

was she smiling?

“quit beating yourself up over stuff like that.” her voice was hardly above a whisper as she leaned forward, using her good hand to brush away some stray hairs that had fallen in your face. “whenever you’re not there to protect me, you’re always the first one to ask what happened, the first one to come running with bandages, the first one to tell me to take care of myself.”

then she gave you that knowing look. the same one miwa had given you when you rushed to the infirmary, the one noritoshi had given you when you glanced her way during sparring, hell now that you thought of it, the same one todo had given you when he and mai had been paired up for a mission. the once small and nearly undetectable smile gracing her features grew into what was the closest thing you had ever seen to a grin from her. had her face been this close to yours the whole time?

“because i just drive you crazy, don’t i?” her eyes were half lidded as they stared deeply into yours. you couldn’t even be brought to deny her teasing, just nodding meekly at her announcement.

she leaned in close to you, if she just tilted her head, you guys could’ve been kissing.

“that’s good you know.” her voice was so quiet that you were sure had you been any further away, you’d never have heard it. “since i’d be lying if i said i didn’t miss you and that stick up your ass when you were avoiding me.”

you chuckled quietly, tilting your head down so it rested on her shoulder as you did, causing her to let out a soft laugh herself.

“you kind of scare the shit out of me sometimes mai.” you lift your head back up to look her straight in the eye. “but i think i’d lose it if i spent any longer pretending to hate you.”

it’s just for a split second, but in that split second you felt as if you two are the only people in the world. you barely even had to move before your lips brushed up against hers. it’s almost timid, the way you kiss her, as if she’s made of glass. despite your delicacy with her, she’s quick to lean in, as if she’s chasing the feeling of your lips on hers. her bandaged hand that still rests in yours squeezes your hand tightly in reassurance. when she pulls away breathlessly, her cheeks are flushed pink and her face is painted with a smile that you can’t help but swell with pride from knowing you’re the reason it happened.

that same knowing look is back on your classmates’ faces later that same day as they note you and mai exchanging wide smiles they had never seen from either of you as you made your way through the halls of school.

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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game over

pairing: noritoshi kamo + fem!oc genre: angst tags//warning: established relationship, wild gojo appeared // blood, character death, emotion distress, mention of shibuya note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. note that i put descriptions of the characters i write so it would be easier for me, you’re free to imagine the character the way you seem fits! okay listen imma be honest i dont like this part that much dhhdbdjksncjddiem and im sorry if it sucks bcs istg i cant compete to part 1 and 2 of it so IM SORRY tagging @unabashednightmarepizza @sassyeahhhh @dok-ja @sukirichi [bold means i cant tag u idky :( lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

few years ago;

“you’re fucking ridiculous!”

“you’re injured, how the fuck is it me that’s being unreasonable?”

she contemplated stabbing him straight to his chest. “i’m fine, leave me alone,” she hissed, holding on to her arm as she tried to limp away. second year jujutsu student noritoshi kamo wondered how the hell one could be this stubborn. with blood caked up on the side of her face, lips busted and bruising in the corner, not to mention the broken arm and probably twisted ankle, he could not understand how one could be this reckless and stupid, it’s almost ridiculous.

but here she is standing in front of him.

“you could’ve let me handle it,” he said, coldly.

she never turned that fast in her life; her limping leg suddenly worked fine as she hauled her ass, throwing both fists to his chest. the force put was enough to threw him back a few steps, he caught her wrists holding her from falling down. “stop acting like i’m so fragile. i can exorcist the curse just fine. you make me hate you so much,” she spitted, pure rage etched on her face, “just because i’m a girl, because i’m your girl, i’m weak. please, i am as good as you are, kamo.”

their faces were so close, he could count the freckles spread on her nose and cheeks. he loves her eyes the very first time he caught glimpse of it; one is a dull brown while the other looks like it carries the secret of the bright blue sea. this time, the eyes he loves looked hopeless, lack of the burning spirit she carried with tears threatening to spill. letting go of a wrist, his trembling hand brushed the hair coated with the blood back, carefully not to hurt her. “i never said you are bad,” he clarified, fingers busy brushing the hair back. his sudden reaction surprised her, and her body betrayed her thoughts as she eased in his arms.

he tilted her chin, his head was panicking as he realised that his brain was no longer controlling his movement as he leaned down and kissed her.

she tasted like blood.

she winced, pain aching on the swollen part and he apologized so quietly as he deepened the kiss. “nori-” her voice croaked as she swallowed his moans. he hummed, satisfied by the kiss. their foreheads rest against each other, the tip of their noses touched as they struggled to catch breath.

“stop being stupid. let me help you okay?”

“okay.”

slipping his arm under hers, he helped her walk, leading them out of the abandoned building they managed to exorcist. nothing major, a couple of pestering level three and four curses that them both handled well but their supervisor missed to tell them about the hiding level two curse that took them by surprise. she had become the curse’s main target.

if she would’ve just listened to him and stay close. he sighed.

“ouch, ouch,” she cried, clutching on her left leg, forcing him to stop. impatient, he slipped his hand under her knees, lifting her up in his arms. she apologized profusely, embarrassed to be such a burden to him. he brushed it off immediately.

“did you call them? told them that we are done?”

she gasped, “wait, i thought they’ll wait for us.”

he huffed, “you’re not that important, y/n. give them a call, please. i want to go home.”

kicking the door open, the moonlight shone on them as he carried her down to the bottom stairs. settling her down on the steps, he sat beside her, letting a long sigh. he watched as she took the call, letting them know that she was slightly injured, and they need to go back asap. she was visibly tired, and he was the same too.

he couldn’t help but to sigh at the way the moonlight enveloped her. he had loved her from the very first moment he caught his eyes on her; she caught him staring, called him out publicly and ignored all his advances. it took him a lot to court her. she’s a gojo, she can have anything and everything with the sky is the limit.

but one thing money could never buy is affection.

it started with little stuffs; noritoshi waiting for her with her lunch readied every day. it annoyed her but momo (who was secretly rooting for him) forced her to just do it. “it’s just a lunch,” momo said sheepishly. noritoshi would have them paired all the time for the missions. she’d accepted it with open heart. noritoshi would also teach her how to weld a bow and shoot arrows. she promised that she would go out on date with him if he taught her.

by the end of their first year, they became inseparable.

the idea of being apart from her hurts him physically and mentally. she took a sharp breath when he laced his fingers between her own, quickly telling the other person on the phone that she was okay. “it was just noritoshi,” she replied with a small laugh. their hands fit each other; his skin contrasted her slightly tanned skin. while his hands were rough from welding the bow and he kept his nail short and clean, hers were slightly softer with her nails painted prettily. this month she had her nails painted in pastel. all the girls’ day out with momo and mai had proven its importance. he was happy to provide her with his black card despite her discontent.

“analysing my hands now?”

he smiled slightly, “it looks very pretty. i guess i got my money worth. are they coming?”

she leaned on his shoulder, his own wrapped around her as she closed her eyes, “they are around the corner. i would definitely need another round this week,” she teased. kissing her forehead gently, he didn’t mind that his uniform was stained with her blood; he was glad that she’s safe.

“i’ll happily take you there.”

few years later;

noritoshi kamo almost lost his mind. the stadium was half destroyed, huge craters on the pitch with the sight of his wife nowhere to be found. he looked up to the black pitch curtain encasing the stadium area from the sky, a curse escaped his lips.

“where the fuck are you?” he grunted, scanning the area.

she is gone, his stubborn little wife. she could’ve just wait but annoyed that their dinner date was interrupted and eager because this was their first mission together as a married couple; she escaped his supervision. as they were dealing with minor curses outside, she decided to head on forward, leaving him to deal with whatever is left. he beat himself inside for letting her come, he could easily do this himself and send her home safely, but she blinked her eyes and he was weak. she always has her way with him.

his step stopped when he realised there was a shadow ahead.

“she’s pretty,” the thing said.

his blood ran cold, “what did you do to my wife?”

the curse let out a laugh. it was sinister enough to send chills down his spine. especially when he realised the head it was stepping on was his wife. her eyes were fluttering back and forth, struggling to stay awake. a howl shocked him, shivers down his spine at the painful whimpers her shikigami making. cursed spirits were devouring it alive, overwhelming it and chewing every part of its body. his wife was too weak to dispel the shikigami; it’s dangerous as the devoured wolf shikigami will drain her cursed energy by a second.

all shikigami linked directly to the owner; everything inflected to the wolf, she could feel it too.

he needed a plan.

hidden in his wedding ring was a retractable knife. he rarely carries blood bags anymore as his power solidified itself. the older he got, the better he was at using and controlling a small steady flow of his own blood straight from the tap. with a clap of his hands, the knife cut his hand enough to send blood shooting like bullets. the blood hit the curses straight to its cores, died out instantly on impact, but the shikigami was beyond salvageable. it let out one last howl, one last goodbye before dropping to the ground, half of his snout gone. she will be devastated, it’s her only shikigami she managed to tame at such a young age, but at least it has stopped the shikigami from stripping his wife’s cursed energy to its core.

the fire burning in his eyes only made the curse laughed. he kicked her body away, spurting blood out of her mouth. she was halfway close to death’s doorstep.

“i will fucking murder you,” he hissed.

“my blood is my power. it’s supposed to rot human, stripping its meat from the bone like acid. however,” the curse nudged her body, “your wife didn’t. humour me, did your blood tainted hers? tell me, i’m curious how.”

“are you going to chit chat because i don’t have whole day.” his blood dripped on the pitch.

the curse grinned, shrugging his shoulder. he kneeled, running his bloody fingers on her cheeks leaving trails of flowers pattern that dissipated immediately, “i’m not here to fight. i’m here to serve a warning,” he looked up to the tensed sorcerer, “for gojo satoru. tell him, we’ll be waiting for him in shibuya.” noritoshi’s face scrunched in confusion.

“we have no business with the gojos.”

“but she is. she could change her name, married you, but it doesn’t erase the fact that she carried gojo’s blood in her vein. she’s the bridge to your two clans. i’m just killing two birds with one stone. ruin the kamo clan’s relationship with gojos and hurt gojo satoru. all thanks to her,” the curse turned his back on him, his laugh echoed as he walked away. the dark curtain disappeared slowly as the ground rumbled. a perfect chance for noritoshi to strike if it wasn’t because of the cursed spirit’s words gluing him to his spot, “oh, kamo, i believe a congratulation is overdue. let me know when’s the baby is due, i would love to drop by personally.”

the pillar holding on to the roof collapsed sending wave of dust all over the place. noritoshi covered his face, coughing as he sucked some in, removing his coat as a shield. the cursed spirit was no where to be found.

“the place is going to collapse! i’ll get the curse, you go get her!”

a voice echoed and he caught a glimpse of blond hair running past him and noritoshi didn’t think twice as he sprinted around the cracks and holes. who was that voice or who was the curse, he couldn’t give a single fuck, he just wants his wife back. he was shaking when he got to her, arms immediately scooped her up in his arms. her chest was raising slowly, blood dripping on the side of her lips as she struggled to exhale.

“you’re going to be okay,”

he told her, but he wasn’t sure if he will ever be.

“can you turn down the stupid light, it’s hurting my eyes.”

the voice laughed melodiously, the light moved to the other eye repeating the same thing.

“as you can see, she’s awake, slightly weak, but she should be okay.”

another voice interrupted, “are you sure?” she gasped, excited to hear a familiar voice. “nori?” she called out, unable to open her eyes, relying strictly to her hearing as she reached her shaky hands out for him. “her senses might be slightly off, just let her do it herself,” the woman’s voice noted, and she felt annoyed. how dare you underestimate me, her mind scoffed.

“my senses are fine. see?” she claimed as she held noritoshi’s hand up. he smiled, gently rubbing her hand with encouragement. “thanks, shoko, we are fine.”

“i’ll leave you be then. call me if you need anything.”

she listened to the clacking of shoko’s heels, followed by the door opening and slamming shut. she jumped, but he held her hand tighter, reassuring her that it’s alright. “so why can’t i see?” she asked, confident that they are alone now. she felt the bed sunk a little on the left side, “you were high on anesthesia, i’m surprise you could even move your jaw to speak.” she felt a finger brushed her hair aside, breath loomed on her face and she could feel her own face reddening up.

“are you going to kiss me or are you just going to tease me?” his heart swell up, despite her shaky voice almost made him laugh.

“do you trust me?” his hand cupped her cheek gently.

she nodded eagerly, “always.”

“good.”

his kiss hit her like a waft of fresh air. every kiss felt like a first kiss to her that she couldn’t help to react so eagerly to it. his tongue slipped through her defense, overwhelming her taste buds with such strong taste of iron. it didn’t stop her. she knew what he was doing from start. he peeked a little, didn’t stop a second from kissing her as he watched his blood marking appeared on her face. her hands went up around her neck pulling him closer and he obeyed, deepening the kiss.

heal; his mind commanded.

after a while, she pulled back, being the one to break apart from the kiss first, her chest raising up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. her eyes were wide open now, fluttering lazily as she leaned back on the propped-up pillow. he wiped the corner of his lips, eyes on her as he watched the open wound on her face and arms slowly closed leaving the fresh healed red marks behind. he relaxed when he heard a thank you coming from her, as she checked her healed arms.

“i’m disappointed with you,” he finally broke the silence.

“really?” she frowned. he always does this thing where he will immediately go into lecture mood every time she does something that pisses him off. it’s almost like a game to her as she waited for him to explode, “right now? not even going to wait until i’m discharged. this is a new record, toshi. like shoko said, i’m fine.” he shook his head, “it doesn’t make it right. you always disobeyed me. ignored my orders, going about with your goddamn big head, you could’ve been killed.”

she rolled her eyes, noritoshi is being noritoshi, what a drama queen, she mentally rolled her eyes, “but i’m not,” she pushed her hair back, twisting it easily into a simple loose knot, “i told you, i am not weak.”

“your shikigami was destroyed, your blood was poisoned, 70 percent was already circulating to every part of your vein, i had to beg for the higher up to help purify your blood,” her smile died down. this game no longer feels fun for her. noritoshi was really mad this time. “you think it’s fun and all game but game over, y/n. you need to stop doing this. if you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself.”

“leave me alone, nori, if you just going to nag, please i don’t want to hear it. i’m tired.”

it made him angry that she was taking his word lightly. running his hand in his messy hair, he felt like hauling his head to the wall.

“you don’t understand-”

she slammed her hand on the bed, interrupting his words, “no YOU don’t understand me, i’m tired of you babying me. i’m an adult, i am your wife, stop treating me like a fucking child! we have been married for months, but god you’re suffocating me.”

“i will when you stop endangering yourself. i will stop treating your like a child when you stop acting like one. you’re pregnant, for the love of god!” he threw his hand on the wall. the wall cracked from the force. “i’m what?” she felt the world stopped spinning. she was hundred percent sure that her ears and head were deceiving her. he removed his hand from the hole he made on the wall, his body shaking from the amount of anger building up.

“noritoshi, answer me! what do you mean- i’m not pregnant, i had my period this month.”

“you are,” he shrugged. he felt something hit him in the back; looking down he saw the fluffy white pillow sitting by his feet.

he pointed to the bedside table where a sonogram perched up against a tissue box. she was about to lose her mind. “this is not funny, if this is your mean way of fucking me up because i won’t listen to you then this is just fucking cruel.”

he marched towards him, his hand went down on his chin, forcing her eyes on him, “until you stop playing your stupid games, until you stop treating your life like it’s nothing, until you consider my feelings and my worries, as your husband is valid, i do not exist in your life,” tears fell down her cheeks, “like you, i’m tired too.

“nori i-“

he left her before she could say a word. she broke into sob; her chest was pounding so hard that the blood pressure monitor was beeping. the door burst opened but it was not the face she wanted to see. she was immediately hysterical. satoru managed to hold her wrist down before she ripped the tubes and needles off her arms. “no, no, i want nori. where is he!” she screamed as satoru held her down. “you need to calm down, it’s not good for the baby,” satoru cooed, but she was not having it. he turned to shoko, “her cursed energy is skyrocketing, she’s going hysterical, do something!”

“let me go!”

shoko held out a syringe, “hold her down.”

she screamed, thrashing so rough that she almost slipped out of the strongest sorcerer’s hands. she managed to get a needle out before she felt another sharp pain on her back. shoko pulled the empty needle out and they retreated away as she fell on her butt backward. she was reduced to a babbling mess, her eyes drooped as she struggled to fight the waves of sleepiness hitting her one after another.

“tell him i’m sorry,” she croaked out, before everything turned completely dark.

the blood pressure monitor returned back to normal.

three days later;

“are you still going to ignore her? it’s been 3 days.”

“she needs to learn her place.”

gojo satoru disagreed. he eyed the head of the clan, shaking his head before standing up. he thought he could convince noritoshi kamo to visit his wife, but the man was as stubborn as- huh, her.

“i think she have learned enough, she’s miserable. you’re miserable.”

the man glared at the blonde man child, raising the cup of tea up for a sip. the tea doesn’t taste as good as the way she made it. he left her for 3 days and he found himself struggling to do everything alone.

he, noritoshi kamo, 23 years old and the head of the kamo family, could not make a cup of fucking tea.

she always said that the best way to make tea depends on how long you let it steep. “too early and you won’t get the right amount of flavour,” she explained, her back facing him as he watched from the counter as she loomed over the stove, “but if you steep it way too long you going to burn the tea leaves and it will make everything taste bitter.” she turned around, a huge smile on her face that made his heart skipped a beat.

he frowned; the tea tasted bitter.

“she’s pregnant, she’s supposed to be crazy. you are supposed to be the wise one. she is going to carry your child for 9 long months, i can’t explain to you how long that’s going to be but she is allowed to be crazy.”

he dropped the cup on the floor when gojo’s hand grabbed him by his collar, pulling him up from his chair.

“now please, see your goddamn wife before i deck you in the mouth.”

“i will.”

satisfied with his answer, gojo’s demeanor changed and he was again the man child they all know of him. noritoshi could no longer focus on the report in front of him; not when his mind is full of her and only her.

would she forgive him? he wasn’t sure.

but he would spend his lifetime making up to her and the baby if that’s necessary.

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quirkwizard · 3 years

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Class 1-A at the Olympic Games

Is there any real reason to do this? Not really, but the Olympics people actually care about only comes around once every four years and I wanted to do something for it. So here’s who I think would do be the best in each of the events.

3x3 Basketball/Basketball/Beach Volleyball/Volleyball: Starting off with a surprising one, Hagakure actually does the best here. Mostly because people are too confused on how a ghost seems to be handling the ball to stop her.

Archery: I guess Aoyama? He seems pretty good at hitting stationary targets. How many points would he get if destroyed the whole target though?

Artistic Gymnastics/Rhythmic Gymnastics/Trampoline: With her amazing acrobatic abilities, Mina would be a shoe in for these events. I mean she’s already dress for the job since her hero suit is essentially a leotard.

Artistic Swimming/Marathon Swimming/Swimming: Surprising no one, the girl that is part frog completely overtakes everyone in swimming events.

Athletics/Modern Pentathlon/Triathlon: As most of these involve running or jumping, Iida’s rock power legs should help him immensely. I can see him now, majestically rocketing over every hurdle.

Badminton/Golf/Tennis/Sailing: Momo dominates all of these. Mostly because these are rich people sports and no else knows how to play them properly.

BMX Freestyle/BMX Racing/Track Cycling/Mountain Bike: Uraraka takes the gold with all of these. Mostly because she E.T.ed her bike all the way to the finish line.

Boxing: Izuku, giving his skills in analytics and punching, would be great in this sport. Now I just really want to see a MHA and Hajime no Ippo crossover.

Canoe / Kayak Flatwater/Canoe / Kayak Slalom/Rowing: I'm just going to give these to Shoji. Mostly because the guy could be an entire team by himself with all of his arms.

Diving: Surprisingly, Mineta does the best in this one. Turns out his small body is perfect for diving.

Equestrian/Road Cycling: Koda just told everyone else's horses to stop or bombarded them with a bunch of pigeons.

Fencing: Since he’s the only one to actually wield a sword, I guess Tokoyami can do this one. And by that I mean Dark Shadow can do this as Tokoyami waits at the other side of the mat. You think Dark Shadow would get a medal as well?

Football: Again, Iida does pretty good in soccer. Mostly because no one wants to block or get within five yards of him with how powerful his legs are.

Handball/Rugby: If Aiwaza's opening exam is anything to go by, Bakugou would crush any kind of hand related sport. Now he can get a gold medal he actually wants.

Hockey: I could say that Shoto’s skills with skating earn him the gold. But if we’re being honest, he probably trapped the other teams in ice like at the Sports Festival.

Judo/Karate/Taekwondo: Gee, I wonder if the guy wearing a Gi everywhere would do well in marital arts events. Though I do wonder if Ojiro would do the typical thing and tie up his tail to restrain his power.

Shooting: I guess Momo since she is the only person who has ever handled anything close to a gun? Would she get more points for hitting the other athlete's targets?

Skateboarding/Surfing: Denki seems like the kind of guy who would be into this stuff so I guess he could do well with it? Honestly, I didn’t even know these were events.

Sport Climbing: You think it would be Tsuyu given her naturally climbing pads, but it is actually Sero as he spidermans his way to the top.

Table Tennis: Obviously, Shoji and his twenty paddles of doom take this one. Tokoyami did put up a good fight given that he’s essentially a one man team with Dark Shadow.

Water Polo: Jiro does pretty great in this one. I mean she did get hit in the head, her jacks hit the pool, and everyone else stopped moving, so she won only be default. But hey, a win is a win.

Weightlifting: Given how beefy he could be, Sato would be pretty great at tossing around these heavy weights. Wait, would him using sugar count as steroid abuse?

Wrestling: Of course, Kirishima would only partake and excel in the most manly of sports. Though I feel bad for his opponents. Going to grapple Kirishima only to be completely shredded by his armor.

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vannahfanfics · 3 years

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Heavenly Bodies

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Mina Ashido, Eijirou Kirishima

Additional Tags: Quirkless AU

Howdy, everyone! Today I have my story for the @ashidobigbang! I had the privilege of working with the wonderful @mallowfac, so be sure to go give her beautiful art some love!

The picturesque campus of U.A. High School was always abuzz with activity, even after the final bells rang to mark the end of the school day. As expected of the number-one high school in the district, the institution hosted a vast number of after-school sports and clubs, so much that it was almost unheard of for a student to be uninvolved in anything. Thus, even as the sun had sunk low across the sky, the halls were still packed with many students fervently discussing events and fundraising and planning, walking to and from their classrooms.

The exterior of the school was no exception; one would be hard pressed to find an empty sidewalk or field—except for today, when the American football team would be taking on the baseball team in an impromptu flag football game to determine once and for all the title of best sport. The halls and sidewalks and fields were abandoned, for the entire student body had crammed themselves within the confines of the spacious practice field nestled in the back corner of the campus. The baseball team had asserted that football was so easy that even they could do it, and the school had become divided on whether or not that was true.

“Kick their asses, Eijirou!” a particularly loud fan crowed from the top of the bleachers. He was standing tall, hands cupped around his mouth and stamping his feet as he cheered for the school’s idol and star quarterback. The bleachers sang with chants and stomps, trying desperately to smother the boos drifting from the opposite end of the field, where the baseball team’s supporters sat. Eijirou Kirishima, his grin blinding and his red hair gleaming in the spring sun, laughed nervously as praise was rained down upon him.

As Mina zeroed in on him in the lens of her binoculars, she knew she’d found her latest victim— er, recruit.

Mina Ashido was the president—and only member—of U.A.’s astronomy club. Well, it wasn’t technically a club yet since they needed two members for the administration to approve the application. An avid admirer of all things cosmological and an aspiring astronomer, Mina refused to allow her pride and joy to collapse before it had even begun. Thus, for the last few months, she’d been concocting hare-brained scheme after hare-brained scheme to recruit at least one more member and officially christen the U.A. Guild of Astronomers and Astrophysicists. All of her efforts, unfortunately, had crashed and burned brighter than a supernova.

At first, she’d just camped out in the hallways and leisure areas pitching her case and attempting to garner interest in the subject, but she’d been met with polite refusals or awkward avoidance. With so many extracurriculars available, sometimes drastic measures had to be taken to garner interest in a club— the Shakespearean drama club, for example, had performed Macbeth completely backwards in the courtyard, and their numbers had swelled immediately. Mina had cooked up a dramatic scheme of her own, which involved her running around the school screaming about a falling star and the end times. After inciting a mass school panic that led to a lockdown and police involvement, all Mina had managed to acquire was a fierce scolding, detention, and the label as a kook—not even one person expressed interest in joining her club even for the shits and giggles! No, it was clear that the inner workings of her mind were too sophisticated for humble high school students and staff, so she would have to try a more nuanced approach—manipulating the most vital high school variable: popularity.

Her first target had been gorgeous cheerleader and school sweetheart, Momo Yaoyorozu. Despite the stereotype that popular girls were great big bitches, Momo had been nothing but polite when refusing Mina, since her rigorous practice schedule would unfortunately not allow her to devote the time to the club it deserved (but they did regularly meet up for Sunday tea now!). The next one to fall into her crosshairs was the school heartthrob Shoto Todoroki. He’d entertained her for an afternoon, but he destroyed one of her very expensive telescopes while attempting a night viewing and she’d politely informed him that perhaps he wasn’t cut out for it. He didn’t seem too sad about it, though he did occasionally ask her how the recruiting was going when they met in the halls. Very sweet guy, but bless him, he was an airhead.

Thus, Mina had moved on to her next opportunity—the pride and joy of U.A.’s sports program, star American football player Eijirou Kirishima. Incredibly handsome, charismatic, and kind-hearted, Eijirou was beloved by everyone at U.A. If Mina managed to recruit him to her humble club, half the student body would be clamoring to join before it was printed in the school news the next day.

She snickered to herself as she watched him through her binoculars, hiding in the thick, leafy bushes lining the backside of the sports complex. Her cotton candy-colored hair blended well with the hydrangeas blooming amidst the emerald leaves, camouflaging her as she conducted her vital research. The redhead strode across the field with confidence, yet his sunny smile made him seem anything but arrogant. Though she couldn’t hear him, she could see his lips moving as he relayed orders to his team while they set up the play. The players seamlessly fell into an offensive stance, a testament to the faith they held in their captain—and how seriously he took their practice and performance.

A deep and bassy “huuuuup!” resounded through the field, and then the player hiked the ball. With a speed much at odds with his muscular frame, Eijirou took off down the field. Mina admittedly salivated a little as she watched his muscles ripple, his gray muscle tank displaying his biceps and triceps in mouthwatering detail. She could see the sweat shining on his skin and flicking from his hair as he whipped his head around to eye the ball that was sailing through the air toward him. The baseball team’s defense could only watch in awe as Eijirou leaped into the air over the endzone. The ball landed in his arms like it belonged there, his grip smug and sure as he landed in the touchdown zone. The supporting crowd erupted into deafening cheers, while Eijirou just smiled bashfully and gave a little wave.

Mina lowered her binoculars to compose herself, a blush dusting her cheeks. So effortless… And the crowd loves it! she thought in awe. No matter what, I have to get him to join the Astronomy Club! She snapped the binoculars back to her eyes, watching intensely. She really didn’t need to watch the entire game, but… damn, that was a mouthwatering piece of man. She had to find some way to entertain herself while she waited for the game to end and her chance to corner him to finally present itself.

Needless to say, the football team absolutely demolished the baseball team. The rival players marched back to their diamond in defeat along with their gaggle of supporters, while the crowd flooded the practice field to heft a very bemused but giddy Eijirou on their shoulders with chants of his name. They dunked the container of water over his head as soon as his feet touched the grass again, making him laugh jovially. Mina’s heart fluttered at the sound; his laugh was as sunny as the rest of him, so bright she almost felt the need to close her eyes. He was just blinding, like the most intense star.

And just like with a star, Mina gravitated toward him.

Eventually, the raucous crowd dispersed and the football team started heading to the locker rooms to change out of their sweaty gym gear. They came tromping onto the sidewalk, with Eijirou trailing in the rear dripping wet and trying to wring water out of his tank. Mina almost forgot to spring out of the bushes, too occupied with the planes of his abs being revealed each time he wrung the fabric. She remembered her mission just as he passed the hydrangea bush, and leaped out in front of him with a delighted trill.

“That was a wonderful game, Eijirou!” she squealed, throwing her arms up and hiking up one leg behind her in a cute little flourish. The redhead jumped back with a small gasp, startled by her sudden appearance and the leaves and hydrangea petals clinging to her clothes and the soft fibers of her pink hair. Once he recovered, however, he gave her a charming smile that nearly had her melting into a pile of space slush.

“Oh! Thanks. Hey, you’re, uh—” he snapped his fingers quickly as he struggled to recall her, then pointed his fingers at her in a gun-like shape once it clicked, “Mina Ashido! You have homeroom with Tsuyu from the Amphibian Care club. She talks about you when she helps run the concession stand sometimes!”

“That’s right! The one and only!” she chirped, trying to suppress the surge of anger at the fact that Tsuyu could recruit for her club about pet frogs and turtles but Mina couldn’t get one single underling. Not to worry; that will all change soon!

“This might be an odd question, but, uh… is there a reason you were hiding in the bushes?” he laughed awkwardly. Mina blushed when he leaned forward to gently brush the leaves and petals from her shoulders and hair, which made her short-circuit for a second. It was only when he looked at her inquisitively that her brain jump-started again.

“O-oh! I thought it would be fun to surprise you! Yanno, like in the movies where someone jumps out of a big ol’ birthday cake!” It was a bold-faced lie, but it wasn’t like she could tell him she was spying on him through binoculars while she schemed to reel him into her club. Trying to keep him from thinking too hard about it, she placed her hands on her hips and straightened up. “I watched your practice match with the baseball team and have decided that you’ll be a perfect fit for the Astronomy Club! So please join. <3”

Eijirou blinked owlishly at her, his bright red eyes swimming with confusion. He smiled bashfully, clearly trying not to let his utter perplexity show on his face. He rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle.

“Well, um, I’m really not sure how you made that connection watching me play…”

“The inner workings of a woman’s mind are quite an enigma~” she hummed with a waggle of her finger. Eijirou only scrunched his eyebrows in confusion and jumped when she slapped her hand down on his shoulder. “Seriously! You seem like a great fit! Please consider at least trying it out for a little while?” She batted her eyelashes demurely; if nothing else, her womanly charms could entice the burly football player to at least humor her for a while.

Sure enough, a pink blush dusted across his cheeks and a bashful smile curled onto his lips.

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt checking it out… Stars are cool…”

“Fabulous!” she squealed, making Eijirou flinch again as she clapped her hands together and jumped up and down in elation. Even if Eijirou didn’t join permanently, just the rumor of his interest in her humble little club was liable to attract attention. “I know that you’re busy with football practice, so we’ll schedule club meetings on Friday afternoons when you don’t have them, okay?”

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I don’t want to inconvenience any—”

“Great! So it’s settled then! I’ll see you on Friday afternoon in Room 310!” With that, she jumped back into her bush, leaving Eijirou staring at the quivering leaves in confusion. Through the gaps in the branches, she saw him open and close his mouth like he wanted to say something, look around and then up at the sky with a pensive look, and then smile with a shrug of his shoulders. Mina clutched her binoculars to her chest as a smile bloomed on her own lips, but one of satisfaction. Surely this will work! The Astronomy Club will be booming in no time! She thought with a giddy snicker.

If nothing else, she could look at Eijirou’s absolutely dreamy body and face for a few club meetings and drive his fangirls nuts.

At the end of the week, Mina paced impatiently in front of Room 310, chewing her fingernails to nubs as her eyes darted back and forth around the hall. It had only been a few minutes since the final bell had rung and the students had scattered to attend to their Friday afternoon obligations (or lack thereof), but anxiety swirled in Mina’s belly at the complete emptiness of the halls. Has he stood me up? Was I too pushy? Is he secretly a great big jerk who is nice to people’s faces but scathingly berates them behind their back to his football teammates and they all laugh evilly at the unknowing victim’s expense?

With a dramatic sob, Mina flung herself against the classroom door and hugged it, her fingers just barely curling around the wide frame. Once again, it seemed that her recruitment plan had failed miserably, and she was still the sole member of the Astronomy Club. Was she a doomed stranded astronaut, left to traverse the stars in silence awaiting a bitter end? She sank to her knees, sliding down the door with a long squeeeeeeeeak and crying bitter tears. Stars were hella cool! Why did no one at this stupid high school appreciate them?

“Mina!”

Mina’s mood did a complete one-eighty when she heard Eijirou calling her name and his footsteps pounding around the corner. She jumped to her feet, her tears drying up instantly and her pout morphing into a giddy smile. The redhead came trotting up, a thin sheet of sweat on his forehead and an apologetic smile on his face.

“Sorry!” he panted. “I didn’t get a chance to warn you that my class is all the way on the first floor. I hope you weren’t waiting long!”

“No, no! I just got here mys— yeowch!”

She had still been hugging the door, so when she tried to turn to face him, she accidentally pulled it forward and smashed her fingers in the doorjamb. She screamed as her knucklebones crunched and the skin tore; the pain rocketing up her arm sprang tears to her eyes immediately, and she released a petulant whine as she retracted her bruised and bloody fingers from between the wooden door and concrete wall.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay, Mina?” Eijirou gasped, dropping his school bag and rushing to her side. Mina cradled her throbbing hand to her chest with little sniffles, curling away from the football player when he reached for it. He gave her an encouraging, sweet smile. “I know I look big and tough, but I promise, I can be gentle too. Let me see; you may have broken something.”

Whimpering but enticed by his soothing words and demeanor, Mina obediently allowed him to pull her hand forward to inspect her fingers. They were bruising already, big blotches of purple blooming around the torn and bloody skin. Eijirou leaned over her hand, and goosebumps sprouted on her skin as his warm breath puffed over her electrified skin and aching bones. With featherlight touches, he inspected her knuckles, prodding as gently as he could to feel for any deviations in the bone.

“I know this may hurt, but can you bend them?” he asked, looking up at her through his red bangs. Mina whimpered again, hesitant to comply for fear of the pain. However, the glitter in his vermilion eyes urged her to comply. She hesitantly bent her fingers, wincing as pain skittered up her nerves— but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as she thought it would. Eijirou smiled satisfactorily. “You crunched ‘em pretty good, but I don’t think anything is broken or fractured,” he said as he straightened up.

“Thanks… I can’t believe I did that,” she sighed, using her good hand to knock on the side of her head a few times. How embarrassing, injuring herself like that in front of him! “Well, now that all that drama is over, let’s go inside so I can tell you about the club.”

Eijirou followed her inside. While she rifled through the teacher’s desk for some bandages, he looked around at the desks, which were empty aside from a build-your-own-telescope kit, Mina’s completed telescope, and astronomical charts and textbooks. As Mina wrapped bandages around her fingers, he looked at her with knitted eyebrows.

“There’s no one else here yet?”

“There’s no one else to be here,” she replied with a shrug and a wan smile. “I’m the club’s only member.” When Eijirou’s eyebrows shot up to the roots of his hair, she sadly added, “If that information makes you want to leave, go ahead and do so,” she said with a wave at the door. She then looked down at the adhesive wrapped around her knuckles. “You wouldn’t be the first.”

“No, I don’t want to leave,” Eijirou said quickly. He marched up to the front of the desk, leaning against it. Mina didn’t know what to look at—his flexing muscles or his bright smile. He tilted his head slightly as he smiled charmingly at her, then said, “Tell me about your club, Mina. I want to know everything.”

Oh God, he’s hot! Mina screamed inside her head, her good hand flying to her rapidly-beating heart. It took everything within her not to absolutely swoon at the complete sweetheart of a man gracing her with his presence this Friday afternoon. Her eyes watered a little in gratitude, or maybe it was the sheer emotion at being witness to such a wonderful human being’s kindness.

Thus, Mina did as he asked. She first instructed Eijirou how to build the telescope that he would use on nights they did observations; he bungled through it a little, but remained patient and tried his best to follow the instructions. Mina had to giggle at the absolutely triumphant grin that plastered his face when he successfully assembled the telescope; he held it up over his head and pranced around—nearly giving them both a panic attack when he bumped into a desk and nearly dropped the telescope on the ground. Mina didn’t think she could handle a Shoto 2.0.

After assembling the telescope, she started him off with easy information—constellations. She unrolled her star map which had all the constellations displayed by season, explaining specifically which ones they could see at the moment. Eijirou was very excited to see them in person, so they arranged a meeting for the following week. True to form, he showed up that Friday night with his telescope and all his zeal, his smile brighter than the full moon hanging high in the sky.

“It’s hard to believe that people stared at the sky thousands of years ago and traced shapes out of ‘em!” he exclaimed as he plonked his telescope down to the ground. “And made up all these stories to go with ‘em. And all the stories and constellations are different based on what civilization was lookin’ at ‘em!”

“The stars have always been fascinating,” Mina hummed, gently setting up her telescope and adjusting the lens. “Sometimes I like to find my own constellations and make up stories about them.”

“Really? Tell me one!”

“Well, my favorite is the Alien Queen!”

“The Alien Queen?” Eijirou laughed, making Mina flush shyly. “Show me!” Not waiting for an answer, he shouldered in next to her telescope and peered into it. She flushed darker as his sturdy shoulder dug into the meat of her side, warmth blooming across her skin. With slightly trembling hands, she moved the telescope to the right section of the sky.

“Do you see that big, bright shiny star right there?” she asked, waiting until Eijirou confirmed. “Well, that’s the tip of the back of her head. If you follow them like this—” she gestated in front of the lens, tracing the star pattern— “it looks kinda like the alien from the horror movie!”

“Leave it to Mina Ashido to find the Xenomorph constellation,” Eijirou snickered, straightening up to smile at her in amusement. “No wonder you’re the club president.” Mina shyly played with the hem of her skirt, unable to control the giddy smile playing over her lips.

They spent the rest of the early evening finding the constellations and discussing the various mythologies behind each. Eijirou loved the Greek-based patterns and myths the most. Every time they pointed one out, he would flex dramatically and proclaim how much he loved the famous heroes of old—Hercules, Achilles, Odysseus, Perseus. Mina laughed at his sensational flexing and grunting each time, her giggles bouncing around the empty practice field to join the cricket song.

Monday morning, Mina was surprised to find Eijirou rushing down the hall towards her as she went to enter her classroom. His face was flushed pink and his forehead dotted with sweat, indicating that he’d sprinted all the way to her. He pin-wheeled to a stop, nearly bumping her with his broad chest, and his breath puffed in her hair as he grinned brightly down at her.

“Mina! Guess what I saw on the news this morning! The Creati comet is gonna be passing by this Wednesday, and it’ll be visible here that night!”

“Yeah, I know!” Mina cried. She’d been glued to the news program this morning as astrophysicists and space program officials discussed the once-in-a-lifetime event; it was rumored to be an absolute gorgeous comet, with a rare rosy pink-lavender tail due to its high concentrations of lithium and potassium chloride. She then blushed, warmed by the fact that Eijirou had found it so important to inform her that he’d run all the way across campus first thing in the morning.

“Yeah! We’re gonna watch it together, right?” he asked, clapping his hands on her shoulders. Mina flushed, fidgeting in place and chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“A-are you sure? I’m sure you’ll be tired after football practice.”

“Are you kidding? What kind of Astronomy Club member would I be if I didn’t see this comet?” he objected.

Mina felt her heart thrum at the statement. Does he enjoy being a member that much? She’d only recruited him as a means to an end, but was it really turning out that Eijirou liked being a member of her club? She felt her belly twist with guilt and a cold flush pulse through her body. She curled into herself a little, blood roaring in her ears and nearly drowning out what he said next.

“I know you’re planning on going to watch it, so let’s see it together, Mina!”

“Okay,” she found herself saying before she even processed it. The next two days were a similar blur of guilt and anxiety amidst preparations to view the comet Wednesday evening. All traces of excitement she would normally possess was swallowed up by the remorse poisoning her from the hard ball in the pit of her belly. She couldn’t help but obsess over the fact that she’d recruited Eijirou on false pretenses, abusing his kind heart to use his popularity for her own gain. She’d already received a flood of interest in the club once news had spread that Eijirou was seemingly an official member, but she’d evaded them with half-hearted promises that she’d contact them soon to set up a general interest meeting.��

On Wednesday night she stood by the hydrangea bush, chewing on her bottom lip and tempted to hide within its emerald leaves and pink blossoms so she wouldn’t have to face Eijirou. Before she could take shelter in its branchy depths, the redhead came trotting up the sidewalk, his smile gleaming in the starlight as he called her name. His telescope flopped on his back in its canvas sheath.

“Hey, Mina!” he grinned when he came to a stop in front of her, panting slightly. Always in such a rush, she thought fondly. No wonder he’s the star quarterback. “Are you excited? I sure am!”

“Yeah,” she lied. There was no room to be excited with all the guilt filling her to the brim. Eijirou’s smile somehow managed to get brighter. Despite everything, her heart still jumped in her chest when he grabbed her hand, his thick and calloused fingers so strangely perfect around her slim ones, and pulled her onto the practice field.

“This is perfect!” he exclaimed, looking up at the starry night sky with his hands on his hips. Mina only hummed quietly, robotically unfolding a blanket and placing it over the grass. She’d arranged for the school to shut off the nighttime lights for the evening, giving them a clear view of the moon and stars. Thus, they were the only things that provided illumination as Mina and Eijirou sat down on the soft blanket together. “I didn’t know if we would want to get a better look at the comet, so I brought this!” he said excitedly, slipping the telescope off his back and setting it down between them. Mina hummed again, anxiety swirling in the pit of her belly. In the gloom, she could still see Eijirou’s bright red eyebrows scrunch.

“Mina…? What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. Mina debated lying for a moment; she nervously plucked at the loose fibers of her stockings, unable to meet his pretty vermillion eyes. The lie never got the chance to dance on her tongue. She knew she had to come clean, to tell him the truth before she toted him along even further.

“Eijirou… I have to confess something,” she admitted quietly. He shifted beside her, eyebrows raised.

“What is it?”

“I’m not as good a person as you think I am.” Her voice shook as tears flooded her eyes. She bit down on her lip as a sniffle slipped free. Eijirou looked at her in utter bewilderment, confusion swirling in those gorgeous vermillion eyes that had struck her the moment she had first seen them. He gently reached out to stroke his fingertips ever-so-lightly down her cheek; she turned away, a tear slipping down her cheek that was still tingling with his featherlight touch. “Don’t,” she begged, her voice nothing more than a strained whisper. “I don’t deserve your sympathy.”

“Mina…”

“I used you, Eijirou,” she said finally, choking the words out as her throat constricted with guilt. “I used your popularity for my own gain. I just wanted my club to be popular.”

She didn’t look at him as the silence hung heavy between them, like an anvil suspended on a slowly fraying rope. She waited with bated breath for the rope to snap and for it to plummet, for him to explode on her like he rightfully should, to tell her she was selfish and cruel and for him to storm away and never look back. She cringed when he inhaled sharply, already preparing for his raised voice.

He didn’t yell or scream or curse. Instead, his voice was heartbreakingly soft when he murmured, “That doesn’t make you a bad person. That just makes you lonely.”

Mina’s eyes fluttered as her heart swelled with hope. She didn’t resist when he cupped her cheek and gently turned her tear-stained face to look at him. Her watery eyes met his red ones, and she was so relieved to find them brimming with understanding, not hate or anger. He swept his thumb over her cheek to catch the tears still streaming over her ruddy skin.

“Mina… I knew that already,” he confessed with a small smile. She gasped in shock, while Eijirou smiled bashfully and rubbed at the back of his neck with his other hand. “As soon as you told me that you were the only member of the club, I figured that you wanted to use my popularity to recruit more people. I was a little bitter about it for a second, but… Then I saw how sad you looked.” He used both his hands to cup her cheeks and leaned forward to press his forehead to hers. “I didn’t want to see that look on your face. Even if you were using me, I wanted you to be happy.”

“Why?” she hiccuped, chest drawing tight like a balloon ready to burst. “Th-that was so horrible of me… And you still wanted to do that for me? Why?”

“Because from the moment you jumped out of that hydrangea bush, I’ve been head-over-heels for you,” he purred, mouth twitching up into a smirk. Her face flushed with a fierce, fiery blush and her mouth dropped open in shock. “And maybe I was a little hopeful that I could get you to be head-over-heels for me, too,” he added with a playful wink. Mina couldn’t help but laugh, mostly from the overwhelming relief bubbling up inside her body. She leaned into him, finding solace in how well her small body fit into his muscular one—like a lock and key, like they belonged together.

Sniffling happily, she curled her fingers into the leathery fabric of his varsity jacket and smiled joyfully.

“Well, you didn’t have to try very hard. How could I not be head-over-heels for you?”

Before they could say anything else, the sky was suddenly filled with bright light. They both turned to see that the comet had appeared among the stars. Its powdery tail streamed pinkish-blue behind the large white body, slowly traveling across the expanse of inky blue like a leisurely sailboat. Mina inhaled sharply as the pastel colors reflected in her eyes and the light danced over her skin and hair; it truly was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She was so entranced that she didn’t register Eijirou’s hand sneaking under her chin again until he turned her face back. The comet danced in his red eyes, making it a pink nebula of stars and space and beauty.

No. Those eyes of his were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

She almost didn’t want to close her own as he leaned in to kiss her, but as soon as his lips smoothed over her own, she couldn’t help it. They drifted shut as she melted against him, savoring the gentle motions of his mouth against hers. Her heart fluttered when his hand drifted up into her cotton-candy hair, twirling around the strands like he was memorizing the feel of the silky threads. He kissed her with rising passion, like an astronaut adrift in space who’d finally found the oxygen he needed.

They pulled apart slightly panting and blushing the same color as the comet streaming slowly above their heads. He stroked her face gently, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on the blanket. She laughed when he hugged her tight, nuzzled into her hair and inhaled deeply.

“You smell like hydrangeas.”

“Eijirou, I thought we were here to watch the comet.”

“It’s pretty,” he remarked with a glance up at the sky. He then looked down at her with that dazzling smile she adored so much. “But I’ve got a heavenly body right here that I’m more interested in.”

“Oh my gosh! That’s so corny!” she howled, throwing her head back in laughter. Eijirou snickered and snuggled into the side of her face, making her laugh more at the ticklish sensation of his nose brushing her skin. He peppered butterfly kisses over every inch of skin he could find, making her squirm and giggle in his grasp.

Finally, he rolled on his side, one arm still snug around her shoulders while he watched the comet slowly make its way across the horizon. She pressed against him, warm and fuzzy and happy.

“You know, despite the circumstances, I’m still glad you asked me to join, Mina,” Eijirou said with a contented sigh. His fingers drifted up to play with the fluffy strands of her hair. Mina rested her head on his chest, smiling while she watched the comet.

“Me too, Eijirou. I can’t wait to spend the rest of the school year checking out heavenly bodies.”

Eijirou gave her a wan look as she snorted piggishly in laughter.

“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Absolutely not. I’m already planning to sell tee shirts!”

Eijirou laughed, then rolled over to attack her with snuggles and kisses again. Mina welcomed his embrace and affections. Their laughter drifted up into the sky to join the stars and the streaming glittery trail of the comet, finding a home forever in the vastness of space…

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