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THIS WAS SO GOOD SHHFNEKAKSNF

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘’𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄,

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃. ૮꒰´ᵔ`⑅꒱ა . .

summary ⟢ ݂ : what happens when hitoshi shinsou falls in love (slowly but gradually) with one of, if not the most annoying person he’s ever met? how cliche, however, even if he keeps telling himself that — it seems he only falls harder and faster as the days pass, oh no, his dignity.

notes ⟢ ݂ : reader doesn’t have any pronouns mentioned (i think), not proofread.. slightly suggestive, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated (and so are you, i appreciate your support very much : 3) 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 making this was so fun!! i love toshi hes so shejjdkddkkeie . . its not really a fic, more so a blurb!! Im definitely gonna be making a part two to this though.

Shinsou was not one who was easily persuaded.

He was stubborn — he’d admit that much. And he didn’t exactly enjoy when any one had any sort of leverage over him, a power someone could wield over his head for the foreseeable future. And when entering the hero course, he most certainly didn’t think he was going to have any problems there. Well — of course, he was wrong, because of course he was, because when did anything go his way without some kind of failure happening along the way?

The kids in the hero course were a little odd in his own, personal, and very brutal opinion. He had made it quite clear during the joint training that 1-B and 1-A had that he was not here to make friends. He was here to get to his goal, and not get distracted along the way. — or, thats until he met you. Whom, by the way, seemed so very insistent on befriending him. You were worse than Kaminari was, you seemed a little more dense when it came to him throwing hints — or even being straight forward enough to just grumble a ‘leave me alone’, it flew right over your head. Ever so conveniently.

Or so it seemed that way anyways.

Constantly following him around like some lost puppy, as if you didn’t have anything better to do, you had friends, he just wasn’t sure why you seemed so deadset on pestering and getting to know him that you willingly missed that opportunity. You were either dedicated, or just a creep. However, he didn’t mind the advantages too much of you always being around too much, he wasn’t a douchebag — asking you to do everything, just whenever he didn’t feel like doing it. He was pretty sure he had you wrapped around his finger.

It took him a while to figure out it was the other way around.

“Wait, what?” Shinsou said, having to a double take, you had actually declined the offer to go train with him tonight, and then it was apparently because you were going to train with Midoriya instead — when? — Shinsou had most certainly never seen that green headed geek talk to you. Now you were pal enough to train together at night? This must have been some weird joke, because no way you’d refuse him.

However. He kind of mentally stepped back, he reminded himself that you have other things in your life — other people — more important things to do, since when did he become such a — no, since when did he actually want you to hang out with him?

Its not like..he needed to train with you, he could always train alone, like he had before you very annoyingly forced your way into his life like the frustratingly pretty nuisance you were.

“Sorry; i know we usually train together, but Midoriya said he wanted to try and test out a new move he had.” You replied, Midoriya was nice and all, but you had a feeling you’d probably get your ass kicked, for such a nice guy. One would think he was a little on the more weaker side, but then again — this was U.A.

That was possibly the most boring training session Shinsou had in a long while.

No one to talk to, or occasionally stare at their sweat covered body as they attempted to catch their breath — and no one to, you know, actually give him a challenge, though it gave him a chance to practice more specifically on using his scarf..

Heading back to his own dorm, there was a sense of unease, a sense of dread, all that with a mix of disappointment, you were probably still out training since Shinsou had wrapped up training early due to the fact he hated the loud silence. Collapsing onto his bed with half lidded eyes, he glanced around the room.

Then thoughts of you appeared, as usual.

He didn’t like thinking about you, yet he also loved how it immediately erupted a sense of giddiness that he was usually good at shoving right back down, and he most certainly did not like the way his lips slowly yet surely upturned into a small smile as he was reminded of you, and just thinking about you overall existence had made his cheeks turn a light shade of pink, dusting over his fair skin.

Oh, he was pining hard, and bad.

Shinsou was beginning to admit it to even himself, he could only ignore it for so long, besides — you were a nice distraction, a lovely distraction, you already distracted him without trying, or so he had thought.

You were just so pretty, and sweet, and even after he had so rudely dismissed you and pushed you away, you still seemed so determined, that was a nice quality.

Shinsou would gladly let you distract him.

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ruin the friendship // shinsou hitoshi smau

when he needs a fake girlfriend but it's actually just a trial run

a/n: for some reason i let shinsou smaus rot the longest in the drafts sry

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ᴛʜᴇ "ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴇxᴘᴏꜱᴜʀᴇ" ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛ!

002 .. ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴀᴛ ᴍɪɴᴀ'ꜱ!

synopsis: psychology major y/n l/n finds herself in the same apartment building as her months-long crush, hitoshi shinso, when he moves in with mutual friends. what happens when classes start and the two psychology students are partnered together for a semester-long project which will decide whether they pass the term?

note: substance use (marijuana and alcohol), the pictures used don't all match my face claims for the characters! so use ur imagination. anyways, here's chap 2 after weeks lol

the "mere exposure" effect! masterlist.

tsu went to sleep an hour in

ochako claims “she was too drunk to remember” singing get him back

mina has a recording of katsuki’s reaction to ochako’s song choice

everyone ended up crashing at mina’s apartment

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pyshical touch with shins for your love loanguages promtp for your follower event and my life is YOURS

₊✩‧₊˚ hitoshi shinsou + prompt 1 ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ physical touch ˚₊✩‧₊

You were always aware that physical touch wasn’t Shinsou’s preferred way of expressing love. It was something you learned early on in your relationship- the way he would stiffen slightly when someone hugged him unexpectedly or how he never seemed to be the one to initiate contact. You respected that, of course, and because of it, you always tried to hold back.

It wasn’t easy for you. Physical touch was your love language, and there were times when all you wanted was to wrap your arms around him, bury your face into his chest, and hold him close. But you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so you refrained from doing so as much as you could.

Yet, despite everything, Shinsou always found a way to reach out to you. It started small- a brush of his fingers against yours, the way his hand would rest on the small of your back when you walked together, or how his knee would press against yours when you sat next to each other. They were subtle gestures, but they meant the world to you because they showed you that he was trying.

One evening, you were curled up on the couch, lost in the pages of a book, when you felt the cushions dip beside you. You glanced up to see Shinsou settling in next to you, his eyes soft with an unreadable emotion. He didn't say anything, but his hand found yours, and he gently pulled you closer until you were leaning against his side.

You hesitated for a moment, searching his face for any sign of discomfort, but all you saw was a quiet acceptance. Slowly, you shifted so that your head rested on his shoulder, your body relaxing against his. Shinsou let out a quiet sigh, his hand moving up to brush a few strands of hair from your face.

"I know you like this," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "And... I do too."

Your heart swelled at his words, the warmth of his touch grounding you in the moment. It was rare for Shinsou to be so openly affectionate, but when he was, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. You shifted slightly, your arms wrapping around his waist as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.

"I'm glad," you whispered, your voice muffled against his skin. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You never do," Shinsou replied, his hand finding its way to the small of your back, holding you just a little closer. "It’s just... new for me. But I want to be better at this- for you."

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, and you pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone in gratitude. It wasn't just that he was willing to step out of his comfort zone for you- it was the fact that he found comfort in your touch, in your presence.

In the silence that followed, you let yourself relax completely, feeling the steady rise and fall of Shinsou’s chest beneath you. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile at the tenderness of his actions.

You knew he wasn’t naturally inclined to be this physically affectionate, but that made his efforts all the more meaningful. And as you lay there in his arms, you realized that this was more than enough. Shinsou might not have been the most touchy person, but he was yours, and he was trying- trying because he loved you.

And that was more than enough.

a/n shinsou has my heart<3

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He just couldn't seem to get you out of his head. Everything about you was just so, entirely perfect to him. And no matter how many times he tried or how long he sat in silence thinking, he just couldn't find anything he genuinely disliked about you.

Everyday he wasn't by your side, short and simple memories of you would reveal themselves to him; the way you would sometimes get the hiccups if you laughed too hard, or how you would tuck your hair behind your ear and furrow your brows when you concentrated, or the time you accidentally fell asleep and your cheek was cutely smushed against your forearm.

Everything about you, even the smallest and simplest of things, consumed his very soul and mind. But, because it was you, he didn't mind.

characters ♡ tenya iida, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, mezo shoji, hitoshi shinso, yuuji itadori, suguru geto, neji hyuuga, kiba inuzuka, armin arlert, + anyone i didnt add ♡

a/n ~ ik this is super short, but i still hoped you enjoyed it !

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Could you please do "is that my shirt?" with best friend Shinso?

it's well past two am. you're secured within the comfort of your blanket like a burrito, mindlessly scrolling through tiktoks as you feel a sudden craving for midnight ramen. you don't normally stay up so late, though; it's more of a habit you picked up from your best friend.

shinso.

the thought of him sends a warmth fluttering through your body. the constantly sleepy and moody man has been your best friend for long, long time now - the two of you have always been close. so close, in fact, that you're wearing his shirt right now.

but wasn't that normal for best friends?

your thoughts are interrupted by a rather unceremonious growl that fills up the once silent room. right. the ramen. you begrudgingly pull yourself out of the little cocoon you made for yourself as goosebumps rise across your body due to the sudden exposure to the cold temperature of the room.

you sit on the edge of the bed for a while before standing and then walking out of the dorm to the kitchen, gathering everything you need to make the ramen. as the water boils, you hear a deep, groggy voice speak.

"'s that my shirt?" he asks, tired eyes staring right at you, a playful smirk on his face. he caught you.

"would you believe me if i said it wasn't?" you smile nervously, your heart racing all of a sudden. shinso chuckled, his eyes softening. he hums.

"no, i wouldn't. you've been stealing my clothes since middle school," he smiled at the memory with a look you've never seen before in his eyes. one that mirrored your own when you thought about him.

"why are you up so late, anyway? my habits rubbin' off on ya?" he teased.

"was jus' craving some ramen" you shrugged, still a little embarrassed at being caught.

"ramen, huh? i could go for some ramen right now" he padded over to the counter, leaning against it and watching you work.

once you finished, both of you sat on the counter, a comfortable silence filling the room as you ate. and maybe it was because of the time, or how intoxicated he felt off of you, but suddenly, shinso reached out and gently brushed a speck of ramen from your lips.

he was unable to look away from you, and you were so flustered. gazing up at him with a sparkle in your eyes and fuck, he couldn't control himself any more.

but there was no way he liked you back. he was just doing what friends do, wiping off food from your mouth because it would just be embarrassing otherwise. he was only being polite, you both-

and then you felt something warm against your lips.

oh my god.

he was kissing you.

it felt like a dam burst right then. your eyes fluttered closed, and you leaned into his warmth, kissing him with the same passion as he did. your arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss even more as his hands caressed your waist.

and then you finally broke away, the need for oxygen overwhelming your senses. the both of you were still catching your breath, matching stupid grins on your faces.

"maybe i should steal your shirts more often"

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I’ve returned

🐬 "ᴘᴜʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ!" — send a dialogue prompt and a character and i'll write a blurb!

Can I get..

“Don’t try to charm your way out of this.”

“You think I’m charming?”

With Shinso!

"ɪɴɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ."

includes: hitoshi shinso

gn!reader

note: 0.4k wc, fluff,

you stood across from hitoshi in the small living room of your shared apartment. your arms crossed over your chest. across from you stood hitoshi, a new kitten enveloped by his large hands.

“why do you have a cat?” you raise an eyebrow at him, “we already have one,” you motion to the black cat circling hitoshi’s feet, rubbing up against his pant leg. 

“it was the last day she could be taken,” hitoshi defends, cradling the kitten closer to his chest protectively, “she has cerebellar hypoplasia, she’s wobbly and no one wanted her,” the violet-haired man makes his best puppy eyes, holding the kitten face’s next to his for the double kill. you narrow your eyes at him, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“we don’t have the resources for another cat,” you note, and hitoshi’s puppy eyes drop. “i already put in a schedule change at work to work more hours,” he replies coolly.

“so we have less time together?” you question in a jesting tone, already won over by the kitten’s little face, but you might as well make it a little difficult for your boyfriend since he couldn't even text you about the whole situation.

you watch as panic quickly swirls in eyes and he pads over to you, carefully putting the kitten down in her newly bought bed before cupping your cheeks, “you know you’ll always be my main priority,” he murmurs, his lips dangerously close to your own. 

“don’t try to charm your way out of this,” you say as you block his lips with your index finger, a sly smile finding its way to your face as he grins back. 

“you think i’m charming, hm?” he hums and you roll your eyes. You hold his jaw in one hand before pecking his lips softly, “you’ve got that innate charm,”

he chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around your figure, “i’m sorry for not talking to you about getting a new kitten, but i’ve thought of everything.” he points out, a small pout still on his lips. 

“it's fine, i suppose, she is cute.” you murmur, peeking over at the little white kitten, already getting groomed by your other cat. 

“see? i knew you’d love her,” her murmurs into your neck, burying his nose deep into your hair. 

“you’re still not off the hook, you’re full time on litter box duty now.” you state, watching as he pulls back from your neck, jaw dropped and eyebrows furrowed before they relax again, “fine, if i must.” he grumbles before burrowing into your neck once again. 

you’re really glad he got that kitten.

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omg rue cannn i get a shinsou smau with stoner!shinsou?? anything with that really 🤍

hellooo miss ceo of shinsou nation <3 shinsou is such an underrated fave of mine i need to make more content of him 😔

light it for me // shinsou hitoshi

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🐬 "ᴘᴜʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ!" — send a dialogue prompt and a character and i'll write a blurb!

“i’ll always be here for you.” 🙏 i need a sickfic with my bby shinsou 😞

“ɪ’ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.”

includes: hitoshi shinso

fem!reader

note: 0.9k wc, comfort, mentions of pills (medication), everyone say thank you sennie's dream for giving me creative inspo to write

you bury your head further into your irritatingly hot pillow, trying to find some sort of comfort in the sweat-drenched sheets you're lying in. it's too bright, too hot, too cold, too stuffy all at once.

waking up to your alarm this morning had practically been like a zombie rising from the dead. your head was pounding, a nasty cough burrowing into the back of your throat, and your sheets soaked with sweat. after sending a quick note to aizawa, you immediately fell back asleep and have been on and off falling in and out of sleep all day.

you feel your phone buzz, as it had been doing practically all day. a whine leaves your raspy throat as you grab the device, the bright screen causing you to squint as you hastily lower the brightness. your free hand massages your temple as you check the notifications you had received during your slumber. a couple from each of your friends, and about ten messages from your boyfriend, hitoshi.

the first few messages asking where you were during classes, and eventually lead to him figuring out you're sick and texting you every hour to see if you were up. you prop your elbows up against your mattress as you text the boy back.

checking the time, you notice that classes got out 15 minutes ago. you sigh as you lay your head against your pillow again, shutting your eyes to spare you the migraine forming at the forefront of your head. 

only seconds after you shut your eyes you hear a small knock at your dorm door. your eyebrows furrow as you crack open one eye, “what?” you call, loud enough to be heard.

“it’s your boyfriend,” a low voice calls back, the familiar tones causing your lips to quirk up if only slightly, “come in.”

the violet-haired boy enters smoothly, a takeout bag in one hand, using the other to shut your door behind him as silently as he can before padding over to you. crouching by your head his hand smooths your hair down and out of your sweaty face as he places a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“how’re you feeling?” he murmurs, placing the bag he brought in on top of your side table. 

“like shit,” you murmur against the pillow, your cheek squished against it, muddying your words. He chuckles softly, tucking your hair behind your ear as he murmurs, “im sorry, angel,”

“i brought you some soup, as well as medicine and some water bottles,” he says as he stands up once again. the dull screeching of wood against wood prods at your ears as he drags your desk chair over to be next to your bed. sitting down he unpacks the takeout bag he brought. placing the takeout bowl on the nightstand, followed by three water bottles and a small bottle of medicine. 

“you didn’t need to do all that, toshi,” you murmur, only slightly louder than a whisper due to the dull ache clouding your head. 

“i wanted to, angel,” he says softly, his deft fingers opening the container of soup as he grabs the plasticware from the bag. he stirs the soup briefly before getting a spoonful. cupping his free hand under the spoon he carefully guides it towards you. 

“you are not spoon-feeding me right now.”

“i am,” he chuckles, one eyebrow raising at your unmoving frame before you give in, propping yourself up on your elbows once again before leaning forward and taking the spoon into your mouth. 

“this is so cheesy.” you say after swallowing, watching as hitoshi readies another spoonful. 

“you haven’t eaten today, besides i’ve gotta make sure you’re back in class as soon as possible,” he says as you take another spoonful, “it's miserable without you.”

you roll your eyes as a soft smile simultaneously forms on your face. “it can’t be that bad, toshi,”

“it is.”

hitoshi tells you about his “miserable” day as he continues to feed you, and soon you finish the bowl. hitoshi places the spoon into the now empty container before tossing both into the takeout bag. he opens the bottle of medicine, popping two pills out before screwing it shut again. carefully he drops the pills into your hand before reaching to open one of the plastic water bottles he brought for you. you take the now opened water bottle before popping the pills into your mouth, chasing them down with water.

“alright then,” he huffs as he stands up, stretching his back before dragging the chair back towards your desk.

“are you leaving?” you murmur, embarrassed at how dejected you sound.

“‘course not.” he scoffs before sliding in next to you, causing you to make room for him on the small bed.

“can’t leave my girl when she’s suffering, plus i haven’t seen you all day,” he says as he buries his nose in your sweaty neck. “i need my girlfriend time.”

“‘m all sweaty and gross, toshi,” you grumble, pursuing a weak attempt at pushing hitoshi away from you. 

“mm, i know, i don’t care.” he murmurs again, his arms wrapping around your waist, his above averagely cold skin becoming sweet relief to your overheating body.

“oh shit, that feels so nice,” you sigh as you take one of his hands, placing it against your forehead before sighing once again in bliss. “never leave,”

“wasn’t planning on it, i'll always be here for you,” he mutters against your neck, planting a soft kiss before the two of you are lulled to sleep by the other’s presence.

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hihihi!! i love your shinso texts and your writing style is amazing !!! i was wondering if you could maybe do some sick headcannons with him😖😖

— SICK HEADCANNONS WITH BF! SHINSO . . .

# hitoshi shinso x gn! reader : ̗̀➛ genre — headcannons, fluff, slight crack : ̗̀➛ warnings — none : ̗̀➛ authors note — helloo i didn't know if you were requesting for shinso to be sick or for the reader to be sick so i did both!! NOT PROOFREAD (ill fix up any mistakes later).

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IF YOU FELL SICK . . .

when you fall sick, 90% of the time it's one that could have been avoided if you had listened to shinso's advice. perhaps you were sick today because you had gone out on that rainy day yesterday despite shinso's warnings.

shinso can tell something is wrong when you randomly don't reply to his messages in the afternoon and so he decides to visit your room.

when he finds you laying on your bed, he shakes his head and checks your temperature through your forehead with the back of his hand.

"i told you so" "shut up"

and thus the afternoon turns into shinso being your personal nurse.

he makes sure you're wrapped up in your blanket properly, closing the windows to keep out the cold air.

he'd even put on some fuzzy cat socks on your feet after seeing you try to rub your freezing toes on your blanket in an attempt to defrost them.

will not leave your side at all.

makes sure you've drank enough water and taken your meds properly.

will even cook you a nice warm soup, spoon feeding you gently.

he will nag you to take care of yourself and how stupid it was of you to go out, all while lovingly caressing your hair and being at your beck and call.

you found it a bit silly that he was getting so worried about a little cold you had, but were grateful nonetheless.

after he makes sure that you're comfortable, he will climb into bed with you despite your complaints that he will get sick too.

will cuddle with you, giving your body extra warmth until the two of you drift off to sleep.

IF HE FELL SICK . . .

whenever shinso falls sick, it's mostly because of him overworking his body while training which results in him losing his voice and having body aches.

he thinks hes soo slick by texting you that he's going to bed early so you won't know he's sick. THE shinso hitoshi going to bed early?? not possible.

in under 5 minutes you are knocking on his door. when he unlocks the door for you, you find him looking even more tired than he usually does. his room is in bit of a mess, he hasn't changed out of his uniform and your suspicions are confirmed.

after some nagging and pushing you finally got shinso down into his bed, clearing it up a bit before standing up with a satisfied grin.

"don't worry kitten, daddy will take care of you" "..leave me alone"

he still thinks he should be able to take care of himself but his body aches too much to even move so he reluctantly lets you do whatever you want.

you cook him some soup and herb tea, just like he does when you're sick.

you even put on some songs that he likes in a low and comfortable volume as you busied yourself in cleaning up his room a little.

shinso's eyes follow wherever you go, drinking his soup slowly. he has always kept to himself whenever he fell ill but having someone take care of him and his space mades him feel a bit fuzzy inside.

he won't admit it out loud though.

you stay by his side, caressing his purple locks gently, ignoring the forced glare he has on you because you were so close to him and he was getting nervous he didn't want you to catch his fever.

he's like a silent grumpy cat when he's sick, motioning that he can do things by himself but you never listen anyway.

when he does get better, he will take you out on a little date or shower you with affection. again he will not admit it out loud but he really is thankful that you take care of him when he's sick.

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okay guys i posted

guysguys im writing hitoshi bf headcanons…hopefully they will be out later tn or tmr 🤗🤗

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bewitched

hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

synopsis: hitoshi as your boyfriend.

cw: purely a drabble, headcanons, no caps, kinda long, fluff

hitoshi has never loved anyone as much as he loves you, and he makes sure to show it.

he is an absolute sweetie pie.

he buys things for you constantly, whether it’s a drink from a vending machine or a pretty necklace you pointed out while shopping together.

“this was so expensive, hitoshi! you didn’t have to.”

“i just thought you would appreciate it.”

hitoshi LIVES for cuddles and physical touch with you.

things like holding your hand, his arms lingering around you while he hugs you send a warm feeling straight to his heart.

his hugs are tight, but in a good way.

once he pulls you in, you aren’t escaping until he lets go.

“toshi, we’ve been sitting here for three minutes…”

“don’t act like you don’t like it.”

loves kisses. quick ones, long ones, steamy ones. it doesn’t matter what kind.

he whines when you pull away before he wanted to finish.

“no, come back, love…i wasn’t done yet..”

you give in every time, but how could you say no? 

hitoshi will dote over you for the smallest things.

a cat scratches you? he’s ready with bandaids and anti-infection cream.

if you ever are seriously injured, he would be right at your side making sure you had everything you needed.

same thing goes for when you’re sick — he’s not a nurse, but will most definitely turn into one for you.

he would drop everything for you in a heartbeat.

you would have to force him to go to at least one class. even that was a difficult task.

“i care too much to leave you here alone.”

hitoshi notices the little things about you.

the little twinkle your eyes get while teasing, the way your eyebrows furrow as you figure out a math problem, the slump in your shoulders after a long day. he sees it all.

he doesn’t just know your mannerisms, he knows you.

he definitely has a little folder on his phone so he remember all of the things you like

the color of jewelry you wear? in the folder. your favorite sanrio character? in the folder.

he cares for you so much, and shows it in all the ways he knows how to.

hitoshi loves spending time with you.

he makes an effort to take you out when you’re both free, considering your busy schedules.

there is a cat cafe you both frequent. the cats there are the sweetest and are always eager to see the two of you walk through the doors.

whenever he can get the money to, he will take you out for a nice dinner. not to mention, it gives him an excuse to put on that fancy top that you like.

he loves aquarium dates. he enjoys how you two could admire the animals in silence, his hand wrapped around your body as he holds you close.

hitoshi also loves the simple hangouts you share.

he will rot with you when you both just need a recharge. you’ll snuggle in his arms, your favorite tv show playing on your laptop as his fingers rub circles on your arm.

okay but…he loves dress to impress.

saw you playing it one day and asked to try…he’s been addicted since.

definitely will buy you (and himself) vip if you don’t have it already.

(i could go on about this all day)

his outfits eat i fear..

“how did that win??! this game is rigged.”

you guys cook and bake together late at night

he will place flour on your nose while you’re mixing ingredients, then say he needed somewhere to wipe his hand off.

“we have napkins for a reason.”

“your face was appealing to me.”

you both eat so much raw cookie dough it’s concerning.

hitoshi reminds you how beautiful you are. every day.

without fail, he will find some way to point out your beauty.

sometimes it’s blatant, and others it’s subtle.

he’ll compliment how your hair looks, how pretty your smile is, or simply stare at you for a little longer than normal.

he calls you beautiful as a pet name. you can’t tell me he wouldn’t.

“have i told you how gorgeous you look in that top?”

“many times, toshi. thank you.”

he admires your inner beauty and the way your kindness still shines through in the dark.

he may not mention it, but he loves the way that you love him.

he feels seen by you, in a way he has never felt in his life. you are his rock, just as he is yours.

hitoshi shinsou is completely head over heels for you in every way possible.

a/n: hey guys!! i am a thought daughter and this is a result of that. i love this man very much, and so do the other 8 shinsou fans 🙏🙏 as always hope you enjoyed and if you did please leave a like and reblog!! my requests are open if you would like me to write something :)) get lots of sleep and drink lots of water!! love ya!!

[dreamyysouls]

guysguys im writing hitoshi bf headcanons…hopefully they will be out later tn or tmr 🤗🤗

[dreamyysouls]

having thoughts about general studies student shinso sneaking into hero student readers dorm at night.

talking about “hm your dorms are a little bigger that ours- i guess that’s what being in the hero course gets you.” he’s sighing dramatically and your shoving his arm- giggling while you tell him to shut up.

his list of excuses for finding himself in your dorm consists of him being unable to sleep- him insisting that he has to get used to place he’s eventually moving too!- it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do- and he’s right- because it’s nearly midnight and your too groggy to disagree with him.

“cmon we’re watching another movie-” you stop him before he climbs onto your bed- reminding him of your little ‘no outside clothes on the bed’ rule as you force him into the bathroom to change into the spare pair of pyjamas he left there. it’s definitely not a way of claiming his territory. it just means he doesn’t have to bring them everytime he comes over. he swears.

you force your skincare onto him- it’s not like he puts up much of a fight, taking the opportunity to have your hands brush over his face.

you watch movies- you share snacks- you talk incoherently about topics that definitely won’t matter in the morning. but his favorite is when you share long slow kisses- when you move yourself on top of him to straddle him- when you leave marks down his chest.

it’s unspoken, neither of you bringing it up when you stop after a while- sometimes he falls asleep with you. escaping in the early hours of the morning. you find yourself not enjoying waking up without him.

you share soft smiles in school as you walk by each other in the corridors- your friends asking who the cute purpled haired boy who keeps looking at you is.

he wonders how long he can keep it up, how long you will be able to keep sharing these hour long make-out sessions and not uttering a word about it.

shinso will inevitably join the hero course- the movements already in place- your giving it a month before he’s moving into his own dorm in your building.

he’s in your room again tonight, your sat comfortably in his lap as your mouth laps at his neck- he’s breathing heavy- you love it. forcing yourself to stop so you can look at him. he lets out a little whine at the loss of your contact before looking down at you- shocked to find you already looking up at him.

“what’s wrong?” he tries to conceal the worry in his voice- he knew this was coming, the fast approaching end of whatever arrangement you had with him. he’s joining your class soon- and that just complicates his stupid late night trips he takes to your room almost every night.

“is it wrong to want to stay like this forever?” your eyes haven’t faltered from his- your stare just as intense, your pleading with him. that’s when he realises your not ending this- if anything your doing this opposite, he knew it was never going to come easy with you- but he’s willing to wait- he’ll always wait.

“no. it’s not wrong.” he moves his lips down to yours, planting a short- soft kiss on your lips before continuing “i think it’s just right.”

[dreamyysouls]

on behalf of shinso fans, thank you 🙏🙏

— HEADCANNONS + TEXTS WITH HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . .

# hitoshi shinso x gn! reader : ̗̀➛ request — "may i request shinso hitoshi bf texts ? :3" + "ur touya and tomura scmd au ones are making me SCCCCCRRRRREEEAAAAMMM if it's possible ofc can you do a shinso one? (the 8 shinso fans out there will be incredibly grateful)" : ̗̀➛ genre — fluff, crack, headcannons, social media au : ̗̀➛ warnings — swearing, one kindaa suggestive joke made : ̗̀➛ authors note — got two requests for shinsoo hes so yummy guys im one of those 8 shinso fans. also omg i love when y'all add little comments while reblogging my works its so fun and sweet to read!!

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insomniac.

late night video calls enthusiast!! you both will call for hours until you slowly drift off to sleep. he finds your soft breathing really comforting and sometimes falls asleep to it.

on nights when he can't sleep he will send you cat reels and whatnots at like 2 fucking am.

you always make sure to lecture him in the mornings to get enough sleep and while he lazily nods along while sipping his 4th cup of coffee for the day.

the type to send you corny pickup lines for funzies and is NOT afraid to say allat in public spaces. (he loves your reactions)

sometimes during the breaks he'd get while training with aizawa, he'd text you, not paying attention to the time and the next thing he knows, aizawa has him hanging upside down from a tree while glaring at him.

once he read one of shinso's flirty texts to you and he genuinely wished he was blind at that moment

he takes you out on a date at least once a week, usually on weekends when you both are free from school.

visiting cozy cat cafes, browsing through vinyl shops, thrifting, or skateboarding are his favorite ways to spend time with you.

even just quiet study evenings in each other’s dorms makes him feel very relaxed and content. 

at times, he’d feel insecure about his quirk, thinking he’s not good enough to become a pro hero. but you’re always there for him, braiding his hair as you softly reassure him. (a/n: chat me and who)

he’d never brainwash you for anything weird, only silly little things like when he wants attention from you but you're on your phone and so he brainwashes you momentarily into placing your phone away and crawling into his arms to cuddle.

“huh, how did i get here?” you asked, confused, as shinso shrugged and held you tighter. "mm dunno, maybe you just wanted to cuddle with your boyfriend instead of scrolling on your phone" he mumbled. "yeah okay toshi, you're not slick" you shot back, rolling your eyes as he chuckled under his breath.

prefers to show his love for you by his actions but also makes sure every night before bed he will text you an "i love you" message.

his socials are private.

he only accepts his close friends people he goes to school with into his account and obviously you.

doesn't post himself much, just quiet scenery, cats, music, and dates with you.

whenever you post, best believe he will save the picture on his phone, inside an album dedicated to photos of you that he had secretly clicked while y’all were on dates or the ones you’d send to him. 

would either comment a red heart or a single-word compliment (he’s just nonchalant like that).

chats under the cut —

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[dreamyysouls]

hihi !! thinking about a hurt/comfort fic with shinsou where reader feels like she’s boring/annoying to him

good parts

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ h. shinsou x fem reader. 1.5k words — hurt/comfort. fluff. ⭑ no matter how dark your brain gets, hitoshi is determined to help you see yourself in the same light that he does.

Hitoshi visibly softens the moment he opens his door at the sight of you standing there in the dimly lit hallway.

Dark violet pools swimming with worry drift from the way you’re chewing the inside of your cheek, like how he’s noticed you usually do when you’re anxious, to the hem of your pajamas balled up in your fists.

“What's up, love?” Hitoshi says in his softest voice, faltering when you finally meet his eyes with your reddened ones. His heart drops. Have you been crying?

At your uncharacteristically hesitant mumble of “Can I come in?” is when he feels said heart nearly split into two.

“Of course.” A concerned frown tugs at his lips. Something’s definitely wrong. You usually never bothered to ask twice, not that he minded of course, before barreling into his arms the second he turned the knob so many times before. “You can always come into my dorm.”

“I know, I just…” Your sweet voice that he’s missed all day trails off guiltily, and you take a deep breath as you fiddle with the edge of your pajamas.

“Actually, sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. I think I’ll just go back to my room.”

“What, who said that? You never bother me.” Hitoshi’s gentle yet firm grasp on your sleeve stops you from turning to leave, and you huff at his stubborn attempt to make you stay.

“Toshi, let go.”

“I’m afraid you’re gonna have to amputate my arm first, and not that you couldn’t but I don’t think you don’t have the tools for that at the moment, pretty girl.” The edge of his lips tilt upward in a wry smile as he playfully tugs you towards him. “You’re not escaping me that easily.”

You huff and turn away, looking anywhere but into his warm, patient eyes. It’s a trap, you know it, once you do you’ll be spilling your guts out in no time, and the sickening aftertaste of burning shame is just something you can’t stomach right now.

Plus he’s wearing that gray hoodie he knows is your favorite, which just makes everything worse because he looks ten times more handsome than usual.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Hitoshi coaxes. “Talk to me. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

A beat of silence. 

Your lips press into a firm, thin line, and you finally surrender. 

“Yeah. I know.” You sigh, and he rubs your shoulder encouragingly.

“Go ahead then, I’m listening.”

“Okay, uh…” You mumble slowly, suddenly feeling very silly. “Do you think I’m annoying or that you’ll ever get bored of me, Toshi?” 

“Never.” He answers without skipping a beat. “To both. You never annoy me, and you’re anything but boring.”

“Really?” Your voice breaks a little and his heart clenches in his chest at the way you sound so doubtful of his words. Hitoshi reaches out to tenderly brush his knuckles against your cheek.

“Really.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Well when I wake up everyday, my first thought is that I look forward to seeing you.”

Your eyes widen, when it really shouldn’t be a surprise at all. “You do?”

“Mhm, I do.” Hitoshi moves to sit down on the edge of his bed. You gasp as he smoothly pulls you into his lap, quite literally sweeping you off your feet.  “And you know how else I know I’ll never, ever get bored of you?”

"What?" You shyly adjust your legs to straddle him more comfortably. He guides your arms to wrap around his neck in response, unwavering, intense eyes staring into yours. He’s so close that his lashes brush against your cheek when he blinks, and his warm breath fans across your lips teasingly.

“Toshi,” you whine. “You’re making me feel flustered.”

“I know it makes you feel flustered.” Hitoshi grins slyly. “That's why I love doing it.”

You gently bat his bicep. “Stop distracting me and answer my question!” 

“Yes ma’am.” Hitoshi chuckles as you retort by cutely puffing your cheeks and laying your head down on his shoulder. His arms are snug against your waist and he squeezes you in his lap. You always feel so nice, sitting so prettily on him. 

“I know I’ll never get bored of you because when someone asks what the best part of my day was, I always mention you in some way. Could be a cute doodle you made on a note you left me, you spending five solid minutes trying to push a door that says pull at a restaurant, or seeing you get excited over a new season of your favorite show coming out, anything as long as it's you.”

His expression is warm as he watches your head perk up at that, which quickly turns into a scowl when you realize exactly what he’s referring to. “The sign on that pull door was really faded, you couldn’t see it either!”

“That’s why I made you my guinea pig so I could come in and heroically save the day for you.”

“Heroic my ass,” you mutter into his hoodie and he laughs, then presses a soft kiss to your neck in response and you shiver. 

“And you have no idea just how much I love listening to you talk about your day.”

“...Even on the days I don’t do anything special?”

“Especially on those days.” He nuzzles his face into your neck and you giggle. “Love hearing you talk about mundane shit. Love when you send me a picture of what you’re having for breakfast, or when you tell me about some weirdly shaped cloud you saw outside during training.”

He pauses thoughtfully, and continues, “Hell, you could probably read me your grocery list and I'd still be hooked on every word. I love your little quirks, even the ones you think are weird. Your whole personality. Your cute voice.”

Hitoshi squeezes your hip. “So keep telling me all about it, okay? I wanna hear it.”

You let out a sweet little contented noise of agreement and your boyfriend grins. 

“So I think it’s safe to say that the chances of me finding you boring or annoying are real slim.” Hitoshi smirks, tickling your thighs that are still wrapped around his waist, and you squirm out of his hold and escape further into his bed while giggling. 

“Real slim meaning zero times infinity.”

“Isn’t that just zero, though?” You let out a soft sigh, completely out of breath as you flop onto his pillow.

“Shh, let me have my moment. Everything times infinity makes it more special.” Hitoshi’s arms come up from behind to hug you against him. “Like my love for you.”

“Ew.” You wrinkle your nose. “You’re so corny.”

“I know. Took you long enough to realize I’m obsessed with you.” He rolls his eyes, bending his head down to brush his lips against the nape of your neck. “Everyone in class already calls me a simp, you don’t need to rub it in.”

You flip around to face him, snuggling the side of your face into his pillow that has the faint, comforting scent of the laundry detergent he likes to use. “Good thing I’m also a simp.”

Hitoshi softly gasps in mock surprise. “Really? Oh my god,” his eyes flicker around the room as if he’s looking for the mysterious person who won your affections. “Who’s the lucky person?”

You laugh and the side of lips quirk up in that fond way that only happens when he’s with you. “You, you silly goose!”

“Me?” He sweetly brushes his nose against yours. “Wow. Feels like I’ve won the lottery.”

A warm feeling spreads across your chest, like honey being stirred into a hot cup of tea and Hitoshi’s eyes are half-lidded as he whispers in a low tone that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter to life.

“Come here, love. Give me a goodnight kiss.”

You lean in to kiss his deliciously soft lips, and you can feel him grin against your mouth at your eagerness. He kisses you back twice as gently, agonizingly so, while his hand trails to cup the dip of your waist and you feel dizzy at his adoring touch. Your heart is pounding way, way too fast for this late at night.

He sneaks another tender kiss onto your neck, then on your collarbone, and Hitoshi laughs as you shyly smush your flustered face into his pillow.

“One more thing.”

You peek over to glance at him, and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel warm and tingly all over and your burning face is begging for you to return it to the cool depths of his pillow.

“Promise you’ll always tell me when you feel like this. No more keeping it in.”

Your eyes soften at his stern expression. “Okay, I promise.”

“Pinkie promise.” He says sagely, lifting his finger, and a laugh bubbles up in your throat at his serious tone when you raise your own, his larger pinkie overlapping yours. 

“I pinkie promise.”

“Good girl.” Hitoshi smirks, which is short-lived when his eyes widen in panic and it’s too late by the time he reaches to catch you as you proceed to tumble off the bed.