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lumiinix · 2 years

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Haikyuu boys when their s/o got an anonymous love letter.

Pairing(s): Kuroo, Ushijima x GN!reader (no pronouns are used).

Summary: you got an anonymous love letter while dating your boyfriend, how’d he react?

Warning(s): None, that I’ve known off-

A/N: I’ve should have been sleeping, but nope-

Kuroo:

Oh boy.

Kuroo is pissed, and rightfully so.

He would definitely get jealous, but would also be so sly about it as well.

He would amp up the pda while looking smug to show everyone who you belong to.

Kuroo glared at the letter you were holding as you read the inside of it, you had to admit, the letter was actually very sweet but unfortunately, you had to reject whoever had the guts to wrote this (if you ever found out, of course) because if it weren’t for you here, your boyfriend would’ve probably shred it to pieces.

��Um…Tetsu?” You asked worryingly to your boyfriend.

“Yes, kitten?” He answered back with his usual sly smirk, his voice sounded calm, but the aura surrounding him said otherwise.

“You know I’m going to reject this person anyway right? So why’re you still jealous?”

“Whaaat? Jealous? No wayyyy” Kuroo said slyly as he wrapped his arm around your waist, but the way it tightened only made you sighed.

The whole day, Kuroo is always beside you with his hand either on your back or your waist while glaring at any person he suspects might be the culprit behind the letter.

Once, he tried to kiss you on the lips in the middle of the hallway while everyone is passing classes and you gave him a smack on the cheek. Kenma called him an idiot, the rest of the volleyball team laughed their asses off while Kuroo finds a way to made up to you.

Ushijima:

You know the meme where there’s a loading circle on top of a cat meme.

Yeah, that’s him.

Like his brain kinda stopped for a moment while looking at the letter.

But once that’s over, he just…doesn’t care. Because 1, he trusted you and 2, this person doesn’t even had the balls you right their name on it, so how can you know who this is???

You were just ready to go pick up Ushijima at the gym after you stayed behind to do your homework, when suddenly a white letter slipped from your desk, in a midst of panic, you just grabbed the letter without knowing anything and quickly rush to the volleyball gym where your boyfriend was in the middle of his solo practice with Tendou.

“Wakatoshi-kun!” You called out to him and notices how soft his features are after he notices you. He nodded at you as acknowledgement before turning back to his practices in which Tendou quickly ran up to you to.

“Y/N!” The red head chirped.

You greeted him back while still fixing your bag as it’s still messy from the running, but this time you noticed the letter and opened it.

Tendou quickly raised his eyebrow when he saw a blush on your face while reading the letter so he put two and two together and quickly realized that this is a love letter, so he quickly motion Ushijima to see the situation for himself (he was also curious to see what his reaction would be). So you hesitated gave your boyfriend the letter, unsure of what his reaction would be. But after reading it, he just…shrugged it off.

“Whaaat? You’re not worried that someone might steal Y/N here??” Tendou gasped at his best friend.

“That’s impossible, I know Y/N wouldn’t do this.” And then he began to explain how you are a good significant other, and how your relationship with him has always been good so it’s just not logical for you to just doesn’t made sense.

“Besides, this person doesn’t even leave their name on it, so how can Y/N know who this is?” He ended.

Honestly, you and Tendou were very impressed of how professional he handled this.

#lumi:post!#hq #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima imagine #ushijima wakatoshi #hq ushijima #ushijima fluff #ushijima x you #ushijima x y/n #kuroo x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo scenarios #kuroo x you #kuroo fluff #kuroo imagine #haikyuu x male reader

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majiburger · 4 months

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ranking the different nicknames kurobas characters have for each other

dai-chan (satsuki -> aomine) - it's cute, it's unique, it perfectly represents the are-they-together-or-are-they-not nature of momoi's and aomine's relationship. they're childhood friends, they've got ambiguous tension, she stops calling him this in high school. peak heterosexual DRAMA. 6/10.

sei-chan (reo -> akashi) honestly? i admire reo's guts because if a stabby 15-year-old with dichromatic eyes was my teammate, i probably wouldn't be referring to him as "-chan." ballsy. cute, even. 7/10.

mukkun (satsuki -> murasakibara) - ruthlessly efficient, manages to shorten an extremely long name while also having endearing, childlike undertones. 7/10.

-cchi (kise -> everyone) - this is more of a suffix than a nickname, but i guess it still counts because it follows the knb etiquette of characters having extremely specific nicknames for each other. this one is too generic though, and a nightmare for names longer than 3-4 syllables. i wouldn't expect anything else from kise ryouta. 4/10.

kurochin/minechin/murochin/everyonechin (murasakibara-> everyone) - i'll be honest: i'm into it. it's kind of adorable, and i respect murasakibara's dedication to shortening everyone's names down to 3 syllables regardless of how long their names actually are [glares at kise]. cute, if a little lazy. 7.5/10

tetsu (aomine -> kuroko) - a gut-punch. devastating. world-shattering. aomine does not call anyone else in the entire series by a nickname (this is true, i have seen this show 4 times and can confirm). he STILL calls kuroko this after the break-up; in fact, aomine has never called kuroko by his government name since they first met. i wish i could sue them for emotional damages. -100/10.

tetsu-kun (satsuki -> kuroko) - cute. takes aomine's nickname and adds a polite little suffix to it that represents her relationship and closeness with both boys. the adorable way fumiko orikasa squeals it is enough to give me heartburns and i will physically injure anyone on this show who disrespects satsuki, idc if they're athletes. 8/10.

shin-chan (takao -> midorima) - talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique. midorima absolutely deserves this, and we should all give takao a national award for deciding to use it. no notes. 100/10.

#takao wins but aomine is a close second for sure #kuroko no basket

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kuroko-no-cuties · 2 months

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How Kuroko and Akashi would react to their girlfriend calling them a short king 👑

AKASHI…

Would completely freeze at his desk. He’d slowly turn his thankfully monochromatic maroon gaze towards you before uttering a slightly amused/offended…

“Pardon me?”

You struggle to hold in a snicker as you reiterate your previous sentence. “I said, ‘Don’t overwork yourself My Short King. You should take a break.’”

His eyebrow twitches and you’re not entirely sure what that means. Even though Bokushi isn’t in command any longer, normal Akashi can still be rather unpredictable when he wants to be. That’s why you’re pretty dumbfounded once your normally composed and calm Akashi let’s out a loud “PFFT!” and presses a fist to his mouth to fight the growing smile on his lips.

“You’re rather remarkable darling…I’m…not quite sure how to respond to that…” to which you bat your eyelashes and reply, “We’ll how about by taking a break an spending some time with your darling?”

He snickers once more (wow twice in one setting, what a giggly boy he is today) and stands up from his desk to take you by the hand.

“So be it then.”

Now, Akashi Seijuro is…Akashi Seijuro. He’s not gonna let some little crack his girlfriend made about his height get to him. He will, however, make a conscious decision to straighten his back and hold his head high around you, just to make it clear who is actually the short one in this relationship.

KUROKO…

Would look at you confused but immediately see that you’re trying to tease him and just pretend he didn’t hear you.

You poke his cheek and snicker, “Oi, I know you heard me Tetsu.”~

“…”

“Come on, My Short King, answer the question. Where do you wanna go to ea-“

“Would you mind not calling me that. Please.”

He replies in his usual soft tone as he keeps his gaze focused on the novel in his hands. You bite you lip as you attempt (and fail) at holding in a snort. You can’t really tell if he’s just refusing to play along with your little game or if he’s genuinely upset that you made a crack about his height. You mull over whether you want to take it easy in him or not. You decide to end the short jokes, but concluded that one last little teasing nudge wouldn’t hurt. You throw your arms around him and kiss his temple. “Aww sorry Tetsu-kun. I didn’t mean to make my little blueberry angy~” you coo in a baby voice while nuzzling his cheek.

Kuroko bristled from underneath your arms. If there was one thing that ruffled his feathers, it was being treated like a child. He experienced more than a fair share of embarrassment at getting demeaning head pats from Murasakibara that one time at the street game. And let’s not even talk about how “Dad” picked him up like a toddler in front of his whole team. So yeah…jokes about his stature aren’t exactly his favorite things. He knows you’re just messing with him and trying to have some fun so he decided not to take it too seriously- however that doesn’t mean he’s gonna let you off the hook Scott free.

He closes his book and slowly stands from his desk and you mistakenly take it as a sign to continue on to the topic of food.

“Ah great! So where do you wanna go? I was think about this cute new cafe that ju- kya!”

And just like that the phantom sixth man has you pinned against the wall. His hands in either side of your head. He leans in, slowly to emphasize the height advantage he actually has on you, while biting back a smile at the flustered look on your face.

“Sorry, but who exactly is the short one in this relationship?” He whispers, his baby blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Uhh…I…”

You’re at a lost for words. Did your invisible simple vanilla, blue boy Tetsu seriously just kabedon you? And size you up? Who is this kid?

After seeing you’re dumbfounded expression, Kuroko takes it that you’ve learned your lesson. He lets out a soft snort as he gently reaches for your hand and pulls you along out the door.

“Sorry, I decided to get you back but maybe I went a little too far. Anyway, let’s go to that cute cafe you mentioned, Shorty.”

….no seriously….who IS this kid?!

#🍷hcs #kuroko tetsuya #akashi seijuro #feel like I lowkey switched their personalities but I’m sticking to it dang it #it must be hard for them cuz they’re not even short #they’re both average height but surround themselves with giant friends 😂#feels bad #knb imagines #knb x reader #kuroko x reader #akashi x reader

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captainstrawberrywings · 9 months

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That sounds about right

#Aichi kun #aichi sendou #Tetsu kun #Tetsu Shinjou #Cardfight vanguard #Cardfight!! vanguard zero #cardfight!! vanguard #Cardfight vanguard zero #video #chibi

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notsobeautifuldisaester · 4 months

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The ojisans

#osokun #Tougou #Tetsu #Tataoji #Tatari #Dorapapa #osomatsu kun

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thefoxwhodraws · 1 year

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A quick doodle of Tetsu and Tougou. Yes I do ship them, but I also see them as acquaintances to a degree. Might draw more tonight.

#my art #doodles #fanart #osomatsu kun #tougou #tougou san #tetsu #tetsu the killer

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yukimiyaz · 1 year

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SNEAKY LINK

kuroko tetsuya x gn!reader

includes: husband!tetsu. party/drunk ppl. tetsu being hot n a Good Husband

notes: my baby

This was supposed to be the quiet corner of the party.

Well, as quiet as it can get in an overcrowded apartment with crackling speakers turned up to full volume. You were just standing here waiting for Tetsuya to get back with your drinks, minding your own business along the wall as you watched Kagami do a keg stand across the room to try to beat Aomine's record, the latter and some others booing and cheering for him respectively. The usual, you know.

Yeah, it was supposed to be quiet, but there’s some guy standing in front of you that just will not shut up.

And he’s nice—it’s true, but he’s babbling. Babbling about any and everything; all of what comes out of his mouth being all about himself. Which, one, is most certainly not attractive, and two, is getting real old real fast. He’s faking politeness, the kind that guys do to engage with you just enough to cover up the fact all they’re trying to do is sneak you off to the bathroom. Unfortunately for him though, he’s not your type. And even if he was, you’re not interested.

In the slightest.

“And then it was the last ten seconds and we were down by two so I barely got the rebound and—“

“Ended up hitting a buzzer beater?” You interrupt, and your cheeks are killing you from the fake smile you have painted on.

Inwardly you’re rolling your eyes, because it’s one predictable story after the next from this guy’s glory days, and to be honest you’ve watched enough good basketball that it takes a bit more for you to be impressed. And you’re wondering where the fuck Tetsuya is and wishing he’d show up with those drinks already and save you from this conversation.

“Well well, look at you. Little mind reader,” he smirks, leans in a little closer. The tequila doesn’t mix well with his breath. You crinkle your nose, lean back as much as you can.

Your fingers fiddle for your left hand, and you mentally berate yourself for accidentally dropping the missing ring down the sink a week prior. Normally, this is where’d you’d subtly—but obviously— display the band on your finger; a silent fuck off to whoever attempted to flirt with you. Now, though, it’s been sent to the jewelers. Your finger is empty. And your fuck off is about to become not so silent.

“Not hardly,” you force a laugh. Take a step back. “Just easy to guess.”

The guy laughs, way too loud for the quiet corner of the party and right in your face and just.. Annoying . Your nerves dwindle a little more, chip away at your patience. Your eye almost twitches, especially as he tries to lean in even closer.

“Well, maybe. By the way, speaking of easy—“

“Sorry, Kise-kun drank all the lemonade.”

It’s nearly comical how hard the guy jumps at the sudden presence beside the two of you. And you, despite a very slight flinch, have a reaction that is completely and utterly that of relief. Your smile is no longer forced as you reach forward to grab the drink Tetsuya is holding out to you.

“That’s alright. Thanks, babe.” You kiss his cheek, a natural affection that accompanies your gratefulness.

And you can literally see it, the gears turning in the guy's head as stares at you. You watch how his eyes dart to Kuroko's hand that’s giving you the drink—his left one, by chance—and then to your side where your left hand hangs. You can tell what he’s thinking, the ring on Tetsuya's hand and the lack of one on yours.

He opens his mouth. You want to bang your head into a brick wall.

“Not too smart, trying to be sneaky,” he smiles, loose-lipped and crooked, “Is a crowded party really the best place to hook up with a married man?”

What little patience you might’ve held within you is absolutely gone in an instant, ripped out of you in the silent gasp that slips through your lips at such an accusation. That fuck off is clawing its way up your throat, rolling along the bed of your tongue, and about to spew out of your frown tarnished lips.

But suddenly a fist is flying forward accompanied with a harsh clash of skin on skin, and the guy’s mouth is hanging open for a different reason entirely as he grips his jaw with staggering steps back.

“That was rude.”

Your eyes dart over to Tetsuya, whose face is as neutral as ever apart from the slight furrow in his brows. His head tips to the side a little and he shakes his fist out just once before he drops it to reach for your fingers. He laces them together, tugging you closer to him as he stares the guy down.

“And you don’t have to be sneaky when the married man is your husband,” Tetsuya notes with a hum, giving the guy one more glance before turning away from him entirely. “By the way.”

And if it were anyone else other than your husband leading you away you might’ve thought they were being snarky; a cheeky remark made in jest. But Tetsuya is honest in his lack of humor, his little to no sense of it, which almost makes his comment even funnier, since he was absolutely trying not to be. You bite the corner of your lip as he pulls you away, towards the ruckus of the rest of the party and away from your quiet corner that was infiltrated.

“Is your hand okay?” You ask as he leads you to one of the beer pong tables, watching a duel between riko and hyuga.

“It’s fine,” he nods, but still lets you lift it up to examine it with your own eyes regardless. “I’m ready for your ring to get fixed.”

“Why? Don’t like being confused for my sneaky link, hm?” You jibe, teasing little cant to your lips as you poke his side.

Tetsuya looks at you—a swirl in his eyes you only see every now and then, very seldom under very specific circumstances—one that makes you feel a little giddy inside. Then he’s letting go of your hand, sliding it around your waist and pulling you flush to him as he presses his lips to the side of your head.

“No.”

He squeezes your waist and huffs, ever so slightly, against the side of your face. And this time when he pulls back and you’re able to meet his eyes, a lump loops around your throat and a different type of giddy swirls around your stomach due to the implication swirling behind his baby blue irises.

“I really don’t.”

#yukimiyaz writing #kuroko x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #knb x reader #knb fluff

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kuromiiyuuu · 2 years

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*ೃ༄“Uh... I think we’re locked inside.”

—You get locked up in a room, in a cold season with haikyuu men.

kutoo tetsuro, hinata shoyo, bokuto kotaro, ushijima wakatoshi, and kei tsukkishima, (f).

genres + warning. fluff! | none! |

notes i. i badly need requests. :’>

Tetsuro. His body freezes as soon as he felt the doorknob not moving after he did his best to turn it around and hope that maybe it will open. But his fate was sealed as soon as he step through those doors with you just so he could pull you in a quick make out session. But luck wasn’t both on your side today, “Tetsu?”

“Something’s wrong with this door, kitten.” He chuckles nervously before starting to pull it, trying his best to maybe open the door and save you both from scolding from the teachers. You rush over to your boyfriends side before taking over and also trying your best to open it.

You finally give up, both of you looked at each other before erupting into laughters. Tetsuro stops his laughs for a moment before giving you such an interesting look, “I... wanna continue making out?”

Hinata. “We’re locked inside, Y/n-chan!” The tangerine yelled, his eyes looked over to you and you can tell that in his eyes it was as if the end of the world for him. You sighed at how the tangerine was panicking more than you, grabbing one of the boxes you grabbed with you to hopefully place it in the storage room but you ended being locked up with Shoyo.

You signaled him to sit and he did, you sat on one of the boxes on your own.

“At situations like this you need to stay calm, Hinata-kun.” You tell him with a small smile to at least give him some reassurance, to try and at least loosen up the tangerine.

“Understood! Calm it is, Y/n-chan!” He says and before you can say anything he began to hold his breath.

“That means you can breathe, Hinata-kun.”

Bokuto. “I think this is enough, Bo.” You tell him, your sweat dropped as he makes you wear another layer of as many outfits he can find inside the locker room on you, you swore it was enough to make a whole apartment of how big and slightly hot you felt. After Bokuto found out both of you were locked inside the locker room with the members already went home first and you both stayed, only to result on both of you being locked away.

And when the owl noticed it was dangerously cold, he wasted no time to borrow his teammates jackets including his to suffocate it with you.

“Do you feel cold still, baby?” He asks with genuine concern as he cups your face with both of his hands.

“I should be asking you that, you’re only wearing a t-shirt.” You tell him with a slight roll of your eyes.

Bokuto brings a hand to scratch the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle, “Come to think of it, it is kind of cold.”

Wakatoshi. “The doorknob is not functioning right, Y/n. And I think we’re locked inside.” The tall man explains to you and you drop the tools you had with you before rushing over to his side, you sighed. After all you just wanted to talk to your boyfriend and maybe some spend some time with him, maybe the universe wanted both of you to spend time with each other much more longer, “Can you break it? You’re pretty strong after all.”

“My apologies, That’s outside of my strength. Breaking the doorknob is unnecessary too, let us wait for someone to pass by and ask for assistance.” He tells you with a slight sad face, you nod at his explanation. Wakatoshi was a smart guy so it wasn’t a mistake to believe him.

“Yeah, let’s do that— it’s freezing in here though.” You exclaim, the breeze brushes on you again and you shivered, Wakatoshi notices instantly.

“I heard body heat is great for situations like this.” He tells you as if it was not a big deal, he also said that like it was nothing. It was like he said a straight up fact and that it was needed, he forgets to realize how intimate it can be. But you both did it anyway.

Kei. “It’s all your fault why we ended up being stuck in such a skimpy place like this.” Kei bites right in your face as you began to back away, your back hitting the table of the janitor’s closet. It was supposed to be you and your best friend’s time to clean up the classroom, and you had both gotten into an argument before going into the janitor’s closet only for you to accidentally break the doorknob after yelling at the blonde.

“Me breaking the doorknob shows how I’m much stronger than you.” You bite back at him with a roll of your eyes. And before you knew it a flick on your forehead was felt, you yelp before your hands flew up to your forehead to shield it from anymore pain, “What the fuck?”

“You’ve got a smart mouth for someone who’s little.” He teases you, despite the dark lighting you can still feel the smirk placed on his stupidly handsome face.

“Shut up, it feels like it’s getting colder when you speak.” You tell him, trying to think a better comeback in the process.

Kei silences for a moment before grabbing both of your hands with his and you looked at him in surprise, “Hug me.”

You looked at him as if he had grown two heads but he didn’t even look like he was joking so without any protest out from your mouth you followed his words and snaked your arms around his small waist, your hands slightly feeling warmer, “This feels weird.”

“Do you want to die or what.”

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winxanity-ii · 2 days

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The day had bled into another, the memory of your encounter with Todoroki a distant thought as you focused on the familiar routine of navigating the bustling halls of U.A. Lunch beckoned, and you clutched the brown paper bag of goodness—courtesy of a grumbled-but-appreciated offering from Bakugo—closer to your chest.

Just as you were about to turn the corner leading to the cafeteria, a deep, gravelly voice boomed from behind. "Akuma-san, a word please."

You whirled around, spotting Blood Vlad, his imposing figure filling the doorway, holding something to the side of him. A flicker of surprise danced across your features before settling into a mask of polite neutrality. "Kan-sensei," you greeted with a respectful nod.

"There's been a slight change in your schedule," he began, his crimson eyes studying you with an intensity that could make lesser students squirm. "Principal Nezu, with the unanimous support of the faculty, has extended an invitation for you to join Class 1-A at U.S.J. today."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. The Unforeseen Simulation Joint arc you'd devoured in textbooks? You couldn't help but be curious. "U.S.J.?" you echoed, allowing a touch of confusion to lace your voice.

Blood Vlad grunted in response. "Given your exceptional performance during class activities and your consistent lead over your peers, it's been deemed beneficial for you to observe Class 1-A during their training exercise. Consider it a... crash course in advanced hero work."

A slow smile spread across your face. Observing Class 1-A, the cream of the crop students at U.A.? This wasn't just an observation session; it was a golden opportunity to glean valuable intel on their strengths, weaknesses, and, most importantly, their Quirks.

Information you could then use to your advantage—to elevate your position within U.A.

"I understand, Kan-sensei. Thank you for informing me."

Blood Vlad gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable. He lifted up the object he held—it was a sleek black suitcase. "Here," he rumbled, tossing the suitcase towards you with surprising agility. "Your hero costume. Get changed and report to the class. There, someone from 1-A should take you to the others, where Aizawa-sensei will brief you further."

You caught the suitcase effortlessly, the weight reassuring in your hand. "Understood," you responded, a single, clipped word that held a promise of silent understanding.

With a final, assessing glance, Blood Vlad turned and disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone with the weight of unexpected opportunity and the promise of a thrilling afternoon at U.S.J.

You tucked the hero costume case under your arm and decided to swing back by the classroom to drop off your uneaten lunch before heading to change. As you approached the classroom door, the murmur of hushed conversation filtered through the thin barrier.

Pushing the door open, you were greeted by the sight of nine of your classmates, a mix of familiar and less familiar faces, clustered around your usual desk.

Monoma shot up like a rocket the second his eyes landed on you. His wide, cheesy grin could rival All Might's in its enthusiasm. "President!" he crowed, his voice cutting through the hushed conversations.

The other eight turned towards you, their surprise mirroring Monoma's initial reaction. Tetsutetsu, gave a hearty laugh. "Akuma-san! Is everything fine from your... um... feminine emergencies? You nearly missed lunch! Good thing we waited for you," he boomed, his voice lacking any real malice.

"I appreciate you all's generosity, Tetsu-kun," you replied smoothly, keeping your voice vague as you internally tsked.

You knew someone—or rather, several someones—would be lingering for you despite dipping out of class ten minutes prior with the well-worn excuse of feminine issues. You just hadn't expected quite so many, or for them to be so persistent and actually wait for your return.

Monoma, ever the pest, was already bouncing on the balls of his feet, his persistent grin plastered on his face. "Whoa, what's that?" he blurted out, pointing an accusing finger at the hero costume case you held.

Tetsu's earlier question about your extended restroom break was clearly forgotten.

Kendo, your fiery-haired vice president, shot him a withering look. "Monoma, manners," she hissed under her breath, teal eyes blazing in irritation.

You, however, didn't mind the interruption. This was a perfect opportunity to further cultivate your air of mystery. A slight smile played on your lips as you lifted the case a few inches, the sleek black surface catching the light. "It's my hero outfit," you replied nonchalantly.

The moment the case left your side, the classroom erupted in a flurry of excited chatter. Tsuburaba whistled appreciatively. "Whoa, looks intense, Akuma-san! What'd you get, a jetpack with it or something?"

A chorus of questions and comments filled the air. "How'd you get it so soon?" chirped Tsunotori, the girl with tall, pale tan horns, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Maybe it's super cute!" squealed Tokage, the dark, moss-green-haired student, bouncing on her toes.

Monoma scoffed. "Nah, definitely not cute. Probably something hot, right? Like a high-tech bodysuit that hugs and enhances her bo—"

Kendo, clearly exasperated, reached over and smacked Monoma on the back of the neck with a resounding thwack. "Monoma! Manners!" she hissed through gritted teeth once again.

Monoma yelped, rubbing his sore neck with a pout. "Jeez, Kendo, what was that for?"

Ignoring him completely, Kendo bowed towards you in apology. "I'm terribly sorry about Monoma, Akuma-san. He can be a bit too much sometimes."

You raised a hand, silencing the classroom with a single gesture. A satisfied smirk played on your lips as the chatter died down instantly. You liked it; they obeyed your command without you even needing to resort to your 'Quirk'. It spoke volumes about the hierarchy you'd established in Class 1-B.

"Thank you, Kendo-san," you replied politely, acknowledging her apology. "It's quite alright. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have a hero costume to change into." You gave a curt nod and turned towards the door, a thrill coursing through you.

This unexpected invitation to U.S.J. was shaping up to be far more interesting than you could have ever anticipated.

With a quick stride, you made your way to the nearest restroom, eager to slip into your hero costume. Inside a private stall, you carefully removed your school uniform, anticipation building with each rustle of fabric.

Unzipping the sleek black case, you revealed your hero costume in all its glory. Quickly donning it, you stood back to a moment to admire your outfit in the mirror.

Your blouse, a pale aqua, was crisp and neatly buttoned, giving you a professional yet relaxed vibe. The black tie knotted firmly around your collar added a touch of seriousness to your look. Over your blouse, a fitted black blazer hugged your form, its sharp lines mirroring your newfound determination.

You'd paired this with classic black trousers, which complemented your frame with a comfortable, tailored fit. The pants ended just above brown leather shoes, polished to a high shine.

With your hands casually tucked into your pockets, you exuded a confident, ready-for-business air, softened by the whimsical hint of the forest green backdrop that adorned the inside of the blazer. It wasn't camouflage, exactly, but rather a subtle artistic flourish that hinted at a hidden power lurking beneath the surface.

Satisfied, you exited the restroom, ready to rejoin your classmates. As you walked back into your classroom, the murmurs started again. This time, however, they weren't filled with questions about your absence, but with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

A blur of movement zipped towards you. It was Fukidashi, the boy with the comic book head, bouncing excitedly. With a burst of energy, his head transformed into a flashing white speech bubble that read "Whoop! Whoop!" in bold letters, accompanied by a pair of clapping hands.

Behind Fukidashi shuffled Komori, a short girl with honey-brown hair curved inwards in a mushroom-shaped bob. Her usual shy demeanor was amplified by the situation, her cheeks dusted a soft pink.

She nervously twirled an end of her bob as she approached you, her voice barely a whisper. "A-Akuma-san," she stammered, "it... it looks really good on you. Very well-suited." She couldn't quite meet your gaze, quickly rushing off to hide behind Tetsutetsu, her face burning red.

Monoma attempted to maintain his usual bravado, his gaze, however, lingered a beat too long on your figure, a faint blush creeping up his neck despite his crossed arms. He cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant. "Alright, alright," he scoffed, "So you got your hero costume early. Big deal. Why'd they give it to you anyway?"

You tilted your head slightly, casting a playful glance up at him through your lashes. A slow, teasing smile played on your plump lips as they stretched into a half-smirk. "Do you really want to know, Monoma-kun?~" you purred, your voice dripping with a deliberate sweetness.

The effect was instantaneous. Monoma's blush deepened several shades, and a flustered look crossed his face. It wasn't just him; several other classmates found themselves inexplicably flustered by your sudden display of playful charm. You couldn't help but internally smirk.

With a playful lilt in your voice, you replied, "Well, let's just say I wanted something practical. Something that wouldn't attract undue attention while working undercover amongst civilians."

This, of course, was a carefully constructed lie.

The truth was, the familiar lines of the suit were a subtle comfort, a reminder of your past life at Public Safety. But that was a secret you found no use in revealing.

"Now, as for the gadgets and upgrades," you gestured towards the subtle metallic accents lining the blazer, "there's extreme heat resistance for those sonic-based Quirks, and..." you trailed off dramatically, allowing a hint of mystery to linger. "Let's just say there are a few other surprises built in. Let's keep them under wraps for now, shall we?" The implication of hidden power was clear, and your classmates leaned in, captivated.

Tetsutestu let out a whistle, rushing over with eyes sparkling. "Whoa, that's sounds so manly, Akuma-san! Always gotta be prepared!"

Even Monoma, despite his embarrassment, managed to grumble a begrudging compliment, "I guess, you do look good. Not that I care or anything..." A faint blush still lingered on his cheeks, betraying his attempt at indifference.

The rest of the class chimed in, showering you with compliments on both the practicality and sleek design of your costume.

Suddenly, a sharp rap on the door startled everyone into silence.

The door creaked open to reveal a young man standing impeccably in the doorway. He was relatively tall and muscular, with a wide frame and short dark blue hair neatly flattened and parted on the right. His most striking features, however, were his calves.

Incredibly thick and shaped like automobile engines, six silver exhaust pipes protruded from each leg in columns of three. This, you knew from Bakugo, was the Quirk 'Engine' that granted him incredible speed and kicking power.

"Excuse me," the young man began, his voice polite and formal. "My name is Iida, and I'm here from 1-A to escort an 'Akuma Y/N' to the U.S.J. meet-up-point. The bus is preparing to leave shortly."

An awkward silence filled the room. Your classmates exchanged glances, unsure how to react to the sudden arrival of a student from the prestigious Class 1-A.

Monoma, never one to miss an opportunity to stir the pot, took a step closer to you, his usual sneer plastered on his face. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look who it is. A fancy 1-A student here grace us with his presence. Think you can just waltz in here and snatch our precious president away, huh?"

You cut him off before he could unleash another tirade. A gentle giggle escaped your lips, the sound light and carefree. "Monoma-kun," you said, your voice laced with a hint of playful reprimand, "that's no way to treat a guest, especially a hero-to-be like Iida-kun."

Mentally, you silently applauded Iida for his stoicism. Despite the tense atmosphere and Monoma's childish behavior, he remained calm and collected, a true mark of a leader.

Kendo, sensing the potential for escalation, wasted no time in delivering her own brand of justice. With a swift movement, she karate-chopped Monoma in the back of the neck. The blow, though not malicious, was more effective than the last two. Monoma yelped and crumpled to the floor, instantly silenced.

"Monoma deserved that," Kendo muttered under her breath, sending a reassuring smile your way. "Please excuse him once again, Akuma-san."

You waved her off. "No worries at all, Kendo-san. It seems we all have a bit of fire in us, wouldn't you agree?" With a final flourish, you rose to your feet, smoothing down the non-existent wrinkles of your blazer. Turning to your gathered classmates, you gave a small bow. "I'll be back shortly, everyone. Until then, keep up the excellent work."

Your gaze then settled on Kendo, your fiery-haired vice president. You placed a soft smile onto your lips as you met her eyes, tilting your head in a gesture of quiet confidence. Walking forward, you reached out and gently grasped both of her hands between yours. Your touch was surprisingly warm, a stark contrast to the cool exterior you often presented.

"Kendo-san," you began, your voice dropping to a low murmur, "I'm counting on you to keep everyone in line while I'm gone. You're the voice of reason here, and I know they'll listen to you." A playful glint entered your eyes. "Especially Monoma-kun. See if you can keep him from causing too much trouble."

Kendo's eyes widened momentarily, a harsh blush creeping up her cheeks. You couldn't help but find her flustered expression humorous.

Once again, here was someone reduced to a blushing mess by you from merely a simple touch and a few honeyed words.

"O-of course, Akuma-san," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I, uh... I won't let you down." Her long orange hair, usually tied back in a high ponytail, seemed to frizz slightly at the ends, betraying her underlying anxiety.

"I know you won't." Turning your attention back to Iida, you offered a polite smile. "Thank you for coming to fetch me, Iida-kun. I'm ready to go whenever you are."

As you began walking side-by-side with Iida, a memory flickered in the back of your mind. You recalled seeing him a few times around U.A., his distinctive blue hair and engine calves making him hard to miss, especially since he'd always hung Midoriya and some rosy-cheeked girl.

Filing that information away for later, you decided it would be beneficial to have a rule-follower like Iida on your good side. With a casual smile, you turned to him. "By the way, Iida-kun," you began casually, offering your hand for a shake, "allow me to formally introduce myself. Akuma Y/N, Class 1-B president, at your service."

Iida seemed momentarily surprised. Perhaps he'd expected you to maintain the same aloof demeanor your other classmates had displayed earlier. But as you offered your hand and a friendly smile, you could visibly see his demeanor relax a bit.

A hint of blush crept up his cheeks as he let out a short, embarrassed chuckle. "Ah, well, yes," he stammered, taking your hand with a light shake. "Of course I know who you are. Midoriya and, well, Bakugo-kun, have mentioned you a few times. It's a pleasure to properly meet you, Akuma-san. Iida Tenya, Class 1-A president, at your service as well."

You chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes. "Also, please forgive the... enthusiasm of my classmates earlier. They tend to get a little carried away, especially when it comes to showing off Class B's best." You flashed him a wry smile. "Being class president isn't always sunshine and rainbows, is it?"

The dam broke. Iida, a wellspring of pent-up frustration finally unleashed, launched into a tirade about the struggles of student leadership. He spoke of overzealous classmates, mountains of hero-work on top of general education, and the constant pressure to maintain perfection.

You listened patiently, interjecting with understanding nods and sympathetic sighs. It wasn't hard to play the part of the eager listener, and Iida, starved for an outlet, poured out his woes.

As the conversation flowed, your eyes subtly began to glow a soft yellow. A faint, almost imperceptible sheen flickered over his eyes behind the glasses. He was under your subtle influence.

With this control in mind, you skillfully shifted the conversation. "Speaking of pressure," you began, your voice laced with feigned curiosity, "I can only imagine the expectations placed on Class 1-A. All those top heroes coming out of your class..." You trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.

Iida, caught in your gentle manipulation, readily took the bait. His frustration momentarily forgotten, he puffed out his chest slightly, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. "Yes, well, the pressure is immense," he declared, his voice taking on a more animated tone. "We have to constantly strive for excellence, to uphold the legacy of our predecessors. It's not for the faint of heart, that's for sure."

You leaned in slightly, feigning intense interest. "Tell me more," you urged, your voice barely a whisper. "What are some of the challenges you face? The unspoken expectations? Perhaps some of the Quirks your classmates possess..." You planted the seed of information-sharing subtly, watering it with your carefully constructed persona.

Iida, basking in your newfound attentiveness, readily complied. He launched into a detailed explanation of Class 1-A's rigorous training regimen, the immense pressure to succeed, and even dropped a few names of his classmates and their Quirks; his info a little more detailed than Bakugo's recount from the first day a couple of weeks ago.

You absorbed this information eagerly, filing it away for future use.

Just as you both rounded the corner to the bus, the yellow glow in your eyes faded away. With an innocent smile, you ended the connection, confident that you'd gleaned all you needed for now.

Pushing your control too hard could backfire; a dazed and confused Iida would be a red flag in a school crawling with heroes. No, subtlety was key.

You had taken the first bite out of the apple of Class 1-A's secrets, and you were hungry for more.

***usj arc slowly approaching...

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