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[jedi-lothwolf]

Codywan Week Day 3: No/different Order 66 au

Summary: The end of the war came with the battle of Utipa being won. An unfinished message came across the clones comms that no one paid much attention to.

    It was the waning hours of the Clone War; Grievous was dead, the firefight would end soon. General Kenobi stood on the ledge, gun on the ground. The passing thought of where his lightsaber has gone but somehow he knew who would have it. The blade would be attached to Cody's belt.

    Boga chirped somewhen behind him; ready to take him back to his men. Riding down the mountain was filled with worry and hope. There was one person he wanted to see at that moment, his fiance.

    As soon as he laid his eyes on him he knew the final battle would be won. Boga took him right to his commander. "Take your troops up to the higher levels.

    "Very well, sir." Cody told him. Then he reached down to his belt and unclipped Obi-wan's lightsaber and held it out for him. "I believe you'll be needed this."

    Smiling, the man looked away for a second before taking it. "Thank you, dear." Blue eyes wandered down the the small carved out crevice for his lightsaber in the clone's armor. "we've got a battle to win."

    Cody ordered his men to move up the mountain. Static came over the com. "Execute order-" something cut the person on the other side off. Most clones gave the message little space in their minds; after all they had a war to finish.

    Soon after that the 212th defeated the remaining droids on the ground. For a brief moment a sense of uncertainty fell across their battle ground. Then it was over taken by joy.

    Finding each other, the commander and Jedi stood around six feet apart.

    "It's over." Obi-wan told Cody, almost in disbelief. "We've won."

    Cody took off his helmet and rested it under his arm. "Say that again."

    This time Obi-wan smiled as he spoke. "We won."

    The Commander dropped his helmet on the ground and started to laugh. "Really?"

    Now laughing himself, Obi-wan nodded. Excited, Cody grabbed Obi-wan, picked him up and twirled him. Once he put him down he grabbed his face and kissed him. The two pushed for heads together, unafraid of anyone seeing for the first time. No one seemed to notice them.

    Some much had happened since the beginning of the war. Three years passed by with gunshots, funerals, and blood. Through the entirety of it the two men had each other. Tears of relief fell from their eyes. They were quickly replaced with the determination to return to Coruscant to see their brothers in other battalions.

    With the end of the battle in Utapa, the war would soon follow. The droid army was in disarray with separatist leaders scattering. Respectfully, the man gathered their dead and medics hurried to assist the wounded. It wasn't long before the Negotiator was ready to leave the dusty planet behind and, hopefully their last major battle.

    Inside the general and commander walked around checking on their wounded and soldiers. Everyone was in good spirits as they gathered with their family.

    "So, what now?" Cody asked Obi-wan as they walked into the Jedi's quarters.

    "I'm honestly not sure. I'll resume my normal Jedi duties. You'll get a new assignment I suppose." They sat down on the hard mattress and looked at each other deeply.

    "I guess so." Worry stained his brown eyes. "I hope I can still see you."

    Smiling, Obi-wan shook his head. "Don't worry yourself, we'll stay close.    How, well that will be a tomorrow probably. Today let's celebrate our soon to be victory. I love you too much to let you leave for too long anyways." He climbed over his partner, his knees on separate sides of his hips.

    Looking up at him the clone chuckled. "I thought Jedi were supposed to be able to let go?" He said in a teasing tone.

    Taking his face into his hands the Jedi looked deep into Cody's eyes before being him closer and kissing him. He felt the other wrap his arms around him and bring him against his body. Shoving the man into his back, Kenobi took off his cloke and let it hit the floor that the rest of their clothes would end up on shortly after.

    Arriving on Coruscant had never felt so freeing. The 501st was already there. Anakin looked tired and when he found Obi-wan he grabbed his shoulders and let himself rely on him to keep him up. Blue eyes shot to Cody, concerned about his brother. Lowing them to the ground, Kenobi asked him what had happened. Despite having people to look for the brown eyes man sat down with them. Obi-wan and Cody sat with their legs crossed while Anakin stayed in his knees in front of them.

    Slowly Anakin explained what Palpatine had done and how he had almost fallen to the dark side. Then he told him that the sith lord was dead. "I almost made a decision that would have destroyed everything I am, everything I and everyone else in the Republic has worked for." He leaned into his brother.

"It'll be alright. We're safe now. You did good." Obi-wan started to reassure him. Cody rested his hand on Anakin's back. The ground wasn't the worst place to be. A large venditor approach to land. The three knew that would be the rest of the 501st coming home. For a moment everything stayed still before Anakin sat up.

"I want to greet them when they land."

"Well," Obi-wan stood and helped his lover stand before offering his hand to his brother, "let's go then."

Seeing Rex and Ashoka walk off of the ship reminded Kenobi of the beginning of the war. She was so young when the fighting began. Rex didn't look so tired then; none of them did. Cody went straight to Rex, both men hugging. They shared some words before parting. "Did you get a messed up message over the comms?" Rex asked his Vod.

"Something like that. It said to execute some order but I'm not sure what it was about."

"Whatever it was, it doesn't matter now."

"Let's meet later at 79s for drinks. I'll get the first ones." Rex agreed to the plan quickly.

The sun had begun to set. A brief look was shared between Obi-wan and Cody before the started to walk to the Negotiator. Hand in hand they knew they needed to help the men unload.

Soon no one would remember an unfinished order that came over the comms near the end of the war. The galaxy would settle into a setting of peace. Obi-wan and Cody would have a small wedding with only Rex and the Bad Batch there to see it. Rex was the officiant, something he had learned to do as a dare from Fives years ago.

Married, the two stayed close. Cody's assignment was security at the temple and an assistant to the Jedi. One night a year later both men lay together, satisfied with the life they were living.

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[jedi-lothwolf]

Codywan Week Day 2: Tatooine husbands

Summary: Owen and Beru go out of town for the day and need Cody and Obi-wan to watch Luke. Together the group go into town for some fun.

    "Are you sure you want us to watch him?" Obi-wan looked at Owen Lars; a man that had never liked him. Then he looked at Luke who was standing next to Owen with a small plastic starship in hand.

    "Beru thinks it for the best." The man sighed. It was clear he was uncomfortable with the idea. "We'll be back by ten." With that Owen left. Luke stared at Kenobi, trying to decide what to do next.

    Cody walked into the room. He held a cup of water for their guest. Smiling, he greeted the kid. Offering him the cup, he took it and sat down on the nearby chair.

    Luke was ten. He had a lot of energy Obi-wan almost didn't remember how to handle. The kid in front of him looked just like Anakin when he was young, it was startling. "So, what do you want to do?"

    Thinking, Luke placed the toy in the nearby table. "Can we go to the market?" He asked excitedly.

    "What do you need at the market?" Cody asked.

    The boy paused for a moment, as if he was asking himself the same question. Then he spoke, "I want power converters!"

    Cody laughed. "Do you know what those are?"

    "Nope! But they sound cool!"

    "How about we go to the market and see what calls your attention?"

    "Okay!" Luke went over the door.

    "Ben, can I speak to you?" The two walked over to the kitchen. Pinning Obi-wan against the wall gently he shook his head. "Are you sure you should be out in the open like that? You only go to the market for quick trips. I don't know how long Luke is going to want to stay."

    "We'll be fine as long as we stick together." Obi-wan smiled. "I trust you and I'm not helpless. He'll have great time."

    After a moment of silence Cody nodded his head. "Fine, but stay close to me."

    Taking his hand Obi-wan and kissed it, "I intended to." Then they walked back out to meet Luke. "Are you ready?"

    "Yep!" Walking outside they grabbed Akkani and they made the trip into the town.

    Tattonne hadn't changed much since the first time Obi-wan had gone back when Qui-gon was alive. There were some normal market vendors selling jewelry, food, and clothing and there were the shady booths the Jedi tried to steer Luke away from.

    The two men walked hand in hand. Without the Jedi order the two could love as loudly as they felt comfortable to. To ensure Luke stayed by him, Obi-wan held him hand, the child slightly swaying his arm back and forth.

    With a smile on his face Skywalker found a stuffed loth cat. He presented it to the two. "Can I get this?" Cody flashed Obi-wan a look that asked if they could.

    "Sure." He thought about Leia and the gloves she had insisted she get a few months earlier. They had the same smile and sparkle in their eyes.

    "Thank you!" Luke squiled. He pulled Cody over to the booth, his little hand wrapping around his gloved fingers. There were homemade tooka dolls and clone troopers scattered on the table.

    "Just the cat." Said Cody.

    "Six credits." The elderly woman said behind the counter. He grabbed the credits from his pouch and handed them to her.

    "Enjoy little one." The kind lady said. She watched Cody for a moment before asking him "can you stay a moment?"

    Obi-wan came over and met the two at the table. The woman's wrinkled hand wrapped around a clone trooper doll as she smiled genuinely watching the three. "Thank you." She said just quietly enough for only the three to hear. Then she handed the doll to Cody and nodded.

    The clone nodded and mouthed thank you to her, his voice not quite able to make a sound. Then they continued to explore the market. Luke decided to walk in between the two, holding both of their hands. Cody held on to the stuffed animal as they headed out of town.

    Back home Luke laid on the couch for a while, hugging his cat he had    affectionately named Snuff. Cody and Obi-wan stood in the kitchen at the stove, Cody with his arms around the other. A pot of boiling water was on the stove with a box of pasta next to it.

    It wasn't long that pasta was ready. The three ate dinner, Luke telling them about his lastest adventures. Soon after the boy fell asleep on their couch, Beru and Owen came to pick him up. 

    "Thank you for watching him." Beru said.

    "It was no problem." Obi-wan told her. "I think he had a good time." Owen picked Luke up and thanked them once again. Then they left. As the door closed Cody sunk into the sofa.

    "Not used to kids." Obi-wan said endearingly.

    Cody chuckled. "It's been a while." He moved over so Ben could join him on the couch. He sat down and rested his head on his partner. The two laid together, falling asleep in each other's arms.

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[jedi-lothwolf]

Codywan Week Day 1: Carrying the Other

Word count: 598

    The lights were still on in the common room on the Negotiator when Cody found his general asleep on the far couch; a book laying on the floor next to him. A smile crept on his face as he shook his head. For a moment he stood at the doorway. He enjoyed the peaceful look on Obi-wan's face.

    It was late, or early depending on how you wanted to look at it. Walking into the room he gently took the book into his hands and set it on the side table. The man would come back and get it later. It wasn't hard to pick Obi-wan up. He was lighter than he had been the first time he picked him up. That had been near the beginning of the war.

    The light of the hallway was blinding compared to the dim light of the common room. Plan gray walls disappeared as Cody remembered the first time he held him. It hadn't been a soft expression of affection or something to mess with him, it had been on a battlefield.

    As the gunship crashed to the ground soldiers based for impact. The pilot did everything he could to land as safely as he could. Once they hit the ground metal twisted around them from the impact. Everything had gone dark and a moment later smoke filled the air.

    Mechanical beeping woke Cody up. He looked around to see some of the men waking up as well and said a silent goodbye to the ones who didn't. His eyes landed on his semi-conscious general. Being the closest to him he checked his condition. Obi-wan tried to say something but it was impossible to understand.

    Metal had tangled around the jedi. Cody had cut his hand open freeing him. "We've got to move!" The pilot yelled from outside. The commander remembered sighing with relief when he heard Hozier yell. Two men had been killed and two were enough.

    Cody wrapped his arms under Obi-wan's body and picked him up in a princess carry. The rest of the day had been a blur. Most battles were rather a hazy memory or ingrained into the man's soul.

    Then Obi-wan stirred in his arms and the memory was gone. The battleground faded back into plan iron colored walls and the man that rested in his arms was fine.

    Once Cody reached Obi-wan's room, he used his elbow to open the door. He didn't bother to turn on the lights. Walking to the bed the man held him for a moment more before putting carefully onto this bed. The soft blanket had been tossed to the side so Cody placed it over his general.

    The walk back to the common room to get the book was quiet. A metal bookmark was slightly under the couch. Picking it up, Cody took the book into his hands and looked at the way the pages were bent. Using the indent in the pages he took a guess as to where Obi-wan had been and placed the bookmark on page sixty-six before closing it.

    Back in the hallway the commander checked the time, 0104. He debated going back to his room and retiring the book in the morning. Instead he went back to Kenobi's room and placed it on the side table.

The simple beauty of soft moments was an underappreciated kind of love. Cody kneeled down beside the bed and kissed Obi-wan on the forehead. "Goodnight general." He smiled as he stood up and quietly left the room.

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[jedi-lothwolf]

August of Whump Day 1: Overheating

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Summary: On a hot day Shoto Todoroki asks Katsuki Bakugou if he would like to train with him. Despite getting hot easily he agrees.

Ao3 Link: Summer Training Gone Wrong

    A little heat never hurts anyone. There was something to be said about summer training, at least that's how Shoto Todoroki felt. He was able to cool himself with his ice. Katsuki Bakugou never found the appeal. While the heat helped his quirk it had always been easier for him to overheat; another effect of his quirk was his assumption.

    Even in the heat he never said no to training. Todoroki had approached him as the beel that signified the end of the school day rang. The class had done indoor training that day and he wanted to test his limits outside.

    "Why not Icy Hot." Bakugou told him. The two walked back to the dorms together and agreed to meet downstairs in five minutes.

    Opening his room door, the boy tossed his bag onto his bed. His green dresser was in the corner of the room. In the top drawer he had clothing he didn't mind ruining. Once he opened the drawer he picked a black tank top and green shorts that always had a canvas belt attached to it.

    Pictures of the class started to line the stairwell walls as the class started to settle into the dorms. They made the place their own that way. Midoriya had taken most of them. He carried around a red point and shoot camera most everywhere.

    Reaching the bottom stair, Bakugou turned to the kitchen to refill his water bottle. Themed after Best Jeanist, he had gotten it from him when he left his usual water bottle in the dorms. The ice maker in the fridge was broken. Aizawa told them that Power Louder would be by later that day to fix it. He filled the bottle with cool water from the faucet.

    Todoroki was sitting on the couch when Bakugou joined him. "Ready to go?" He asked.

    "Let's go, loser" Regardless of Bakugou's rude demeanor he held the door open for Shoto. He didn't seem like the type to try and convince others.

    "Thank you."

    "Whatever."

    The walk to the empty lot most hero course students used to train was mostly silent. Todoroki was never much for smalltalk and neither was Bakugou. When they arrived they set their water bottles to the side. Once they stepped onto the blacktop the temperature felt like it raised.

    Black absolved the sun's light, making their makeshift training ground ovenlike. Bakugou was no baked good, still he felt like he was cooking. A sweet aroma of the nearby flowers hung in the air. A thin layer of sweat covered the blonde's skin.

    Like every training exercise Katsuki has been in, he jumped to attack once they started. Shoto jumped to the side to avoid him. Slamming his foot to the ground he sent semi-sharp ice towards his opponent who dodged.

    Under the blazing sun, the two started their fight. Both boys set all of their focus on the other. The first round ended when Bakugou jumped behind Todoroki and shoved his hand into his back. "You're dead!" Excitement bubbles in his voice as he yelled.

    "Very well. Would you like to again?"

    Bakugou debated his opinions. Walking over his water bottle he thought about the heat. Despite starting to tire he nodded. "Another opportunity to beat your ass, hell yeah."

    Joining him Todoroki just smiled softly. "So you would like to go another round?"

    "Didn't I just say yes?"

    "I was just making sure. Your face is a bit red. Are you too hot?"

    Placing his water bottle back on the edge of the black top, Bakugou scoffed, "I'm fine." He didn't tell him about how his muscles started to feel tight or how his head was pounding. Instead he stepped back into the lot and got ready to fight. The other boy walked to meet him.

    Not giving Todoroki a chance to settle, Bakugou ran up to him and set off an explosion right in front of his face. Startled, Shoto stepped back. Reacting he turned to the side, letting the older boy fall. Blood was drawn as he caught himself with his hands. Not paying attention to it he stood quickly and went to attack again.

    Midway through their battle Bakugou started to lose his breath. It was unusual for him to get tired so early when training. They had been at the lot for a half hour. Eyes blurred as he found it harder to stay in his feet. The pain in his head had become hard to ignore. Not wanting to stop the boy ignored his body telling him to rest. 

    When Shoto realized something was wrong with his friend he slowed down. More sweet than normal dropped off of him. Appearing to not be able to stand without swaying, Todoroki knew the exercise needed to end. Bakugou was a stubborn boy who would rather hurt himself then be seen as 'weak'. "Bakugou?"

    Katsuki stood still now; the world spinning. Nausea made him swallow hard. Focusing became impossible as he watched his friend stop fighting. Hazy vision made him disoriented. Not done with the fight he took a step forward and collapsed, falling unconscious.

Running to his side, Shoto used his ice to prevent Bakugou from falling directly on the asphalt. Touching his hand to the ground he decided to lay a thin layer of ice on the ground; the blacktop felt like fire on his hand. Todoroki had seen heat exhaustion maybe times. A feeling of guilt plagued him as he realized he had missed the signs.

When Bakugou awoke he focused on Todoroki who was staring at him. "Icy Hot?"

"You passed out."

Fear passed through Katsuki. The thought of weakness put a lot in his already upset stomach. His chest tightened as he started trying to get up. "Let's finish this." He said, his voice shaking.

"It's already finished. We should go back to the dorms. You need to cool down." Standing, he offered his hand down to Bakugou.

Hitting it away from him he said, "I'm fine."

"You passed out. It's best we go inside and get you some water and cooled down." Todoroki reiterated. "You are dehydrated and overheated."

On unsteady legs Bakugou stood. He was lightheaded and almost fell as started to walk to the edge of the black top. "Let's finish the round."

"No."

Nauseous, the blonde boy nodded his head. "Fine." They both started to walk towards the dormitory, Todoroki grabbing both water bottles. Metal water bottles could get hot in the sun and the last thing Bakugou needed was hot metal on his already injured hands.

What Katsuki didn't see was the way Shoto walked only a few inches away from him to make sure he would catch him if he fell. He didn't notice how he watched him with concern-filled eyes. Sometimes he forgot that the white and red haired boy cared deeply for his class.

Turned the door knob Todoroki held the door the same way Bakugou had earlier. No one was on the couch so he made Katsuki lay down. Quickly he walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. He used his quirk to create ice which he crushed in a plastic bag. Pouring it into the glass he filled it before returning.

Taking the water, Bakugou sat up just long enough to drink the glass. Fog had taken over his brain. As he cooled off he would be able to think clearly again. Two cool rags had been placed on his head and neck. Shoto had wrapped his hands after cleaning them with a third rag he had brought to the living room. He sat on the floor beside him despite the ample room on the couch.

It would be a while before Katsuki would thank him for taking care of him until he was able to think straight again. In truth he felt embarrassed he had passed out. What Shoto had done for him was more compassionate than he had ever seen him. It was sweet the way he cared about him.

Staring at the ceiling as if it might run away Bakugou tried not to think about it. Instead he decided to sleep it off. Peacefully and a lot cooler than before, he fell asleep.

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[jedi-lothwolf]

Mha Rarepair Week Day 5: Clothes sharing

Summary: Bakugou is the fool who wears a tank top everywhere and Kaminari notices he was cold on their picnic date. His jacket should warm him up pretty well.

Ao3 Link: His Black Zip-Up Jacket

    Before their date Denki Kaminari warned Katsuki Bakugou that he should grab a jacket before they left. "It gets colder when the sun goes down." He told him at the door. They were having an evening picnic in the park. Everything was cleared with the school a week before.

    "It's too warm for that and I don't get cold." Bakugou said shrugging him off. His blank tank top matched his camo pants, clothing that worked well for early autumn weather.

    "Alright Elsa." The two grabbed their wooden picnic basket and put on their shoes. By the door there was a coat rack that most occupants of the dormitory used often. Before leaving Kaminari grabbed his black zip up jacket. With that they headed to the park. 

    Bakugou had been in charge of food while Kaminari needed to bring the blanket and drinks. The basket was borrowed from Momo from when she and Shoji used it. Grilled ham and cheese sandwiches had been packed neatly into the basket with water and minute made lemonade. Surprisingly the blanket was a simple black and yellow checkered pattern.

    The park was a twenty minute walk from the school. Autumn warmth filled the air. A light chilly breeze swept through the sky, bringing colorful leaves with it. Beautiful shades of pink, red, and orange had started to fill the sky as the sun set.

    Placing the basket down, Bakugou grabbed the blanket from it. He laid it on the ground and sat on it. Kaminari plopped down beside him and started to unpack the basket. "So, how was your day?"

    "You e been with me all damn day, you know how it was." Bakugou remarked.

    "Well I want to hear you say it! Maybe you've actually been upset about something instead of it just being your attitude."

   "My days been fine. Now how was yous?"

    "My day had been great until Ms. Midnight pulled up with that pop quiz!" Letting his partner finish unpacking the basket, Kaminari laid down. "I absolutely bombed that text but he way."

    "Maybe you should actually study."

    "Hey!" Denki lightly hit Katsuki's leg, "low blow!"

    "I'm just saying. Now everything out so get what you want." Denki got up to grab his food and lemonade.

    As the sun went down Kaminari noticed Bakugou start to shiver. Without saying anything he pulled his jacket off and leaned into his boyfriend. Wrapping him in it he smiled before saying "I told you you'd get cold dumb ass."

    "I am not cold!" Bakugou exclaimed, his body shaking slightly.

    Jokingly Kaminari started to pull his jacket back towards him. "I could always take this back you know."

    "Oh fuck you." Closing his arms around the jacket he didn't let him take it.

    Laughing, the boy sat back down and took a bite of his sandwich. "For someone who's prepared all the time you sure hate wearing jackets when it's going to get cold."

    Bakugou stared at him for a moment, his orange eyes burning a while in him. "It's not supposed to be cold yet." Every word was it's own individual sound as he crossed his arms.

    "Well it is." Kaminari matched his energy.

    Pulling the jacket closer he shook his head. "Thanks." A light pink flush appeared on Bakugou's face.

    "Yeah babe, though you should probably bring your own next time." He said, making fun of him.

    "But then how would I steal yours?"

    Looking away Denki grinned as he felt the butterflies hit his stomach wall.

    Pink skies turned dark blue as they finished their picnic. With the basket repacked the two boys walked hand in hand back to the dorms. When they got back they put away and dishes they used after Bakugou washed them.

The basket was abandoned on the kitchen counter. Before going into his room Bakugou offered Kaminari his jacket back. Instead of taking it he walked into his room. "No one said we couldn't have a sleep over."

Chuckling Bakugou went into the bathroom to change, leaving the zip up jacket on. In that time Denki had gone to go get his own pajamas and to brush his teeth. His partner was already laying down when he opened his bedroom door.

Climbing into bed, Bakugou grabbed him and pulled him close. A warm feeling filled Kaminari as he saw his jacket still on Katsuki. "Goodnight. I love you." He said.

"Night. I love you too."

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Mha Rarepair Week Day 4: Domestic

Summary: After a late patrol Aizawa finds that he still has to do the dishes in the dorms. When his partner, Kan Sekijiro comes down the stairs he offers to wash the dishes for him.

Ao3 Link: Late Night Dishes

  Before Aizawa lay the sisyphean task that was the dishes. His hatred towards the dishes matched that of a cats hatered of water. The sink was full. On the fridge the chore chart haunted him. Dishes can't do themselves so the man sighed and stopped leaning against the counter. He approached the sink with hesitation.

    While Nezu was intelligent some things like dishwashers fell through the cracks, especially when having to build dorms because a student got kidnapped. Still most people silently cursed him forgetting to add one.

    From time to time UA staff members would be assigned patrols or short missions, somerhing to keep them engaged with her work. While most of them would be on weekends, Eraserhead had taken a mission he was needed for on a Wednesday. It was early Thursday morning now, around 1am.

    Reaching his hand into the sink he pulled out a plate. Cool water ran over his fingers as he turned in the water. The blue spung on the sink was dry so he ran it under the water. Once the water warmed up he held the plate under it.

    Footsteps indicated someone walked into the kitchen. It wasn't completely unusual for staff to be awake at odd hours. Pro heros often had trouble sleeping and as teachers they could be up late gradeing papers or planning lessons.

    Arms wrapped around Aizawa's waist, startling him. Kan Sekijiro rested his head on his fiancé's shoulder. "Did you just get back?"

    "Not to long ago, yeah."

    "You decided to do the dishes?"

    Not saying anything Aizawa pointed to the chore chart. "We'll need them in the morning."

    Sekijiro ran his hands up Aizawa's body until he had his hands on his. "Let me take care of them tonight."

    Leaning back into him Shota didn't protest. He let Kan take the plate and spunge out of his hands and set them back in the sink. Grabbing Aizawa, he placed him on the counter. "Stay there."

    "Alright." Aizawa chuckled. As Sekijiro picked back up the plate he smiled. It was nice to have someone to take care of him. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the only noise being the foset running.

    When Sekijiro turned around the last thing Aizawa had expected was to be slashed with a bit of water so when that happened he just stared at him for a moment. Then he jumped down and stuck his hand under the now cool water. He splashed him back, laughing slightly.

    "Oh you-" Kan was interrupted by more water being thrown at him.

    Both men started laughing as they threw small amounts of water at each other. Sekijiro abandoned his place near the sink to run up to his fiancé. Just like earlier in the night he grabbed him by the waist and lifted him off the ground. Surprised, Aizawa yelped as he picked him up.

    Suddenly remembering that it was the middle of the night Shota tried to stay quiet. He shushed his partner and they started to lower their voices. "You might want to turn the foset off." He said with sass in his voice. Instead of putting him down, Kan walked Aizawa over to the sink.

    Turning off the foset, Sekijiro let Aizawa down. He cupped his face and smiled softly. "You look tired."

    Pressing against him Aizawa spoke "I am."

    Kan kissed him gently before letting him go. "How about we go to bed?"

    "I've got to dry the dishes, love."

    Sighing, Sekijiro shook his head. "I'll help."

    Together they grabbed two rags and dried the cups, bowls, utensils, and plates that had been in the sink. Aizawa took the plates and utensils and the other man took the cups and bowls. Then they put the dishes away.

    As Aizawa closed the last cabinet the two walked out of the kitchen, Kan turing off the main light.

    Even though they had to awake in a few hours Aizawa knew he would sleep well. After all, he had his partner to cubble with and the weekend two days away.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Mha Rarepair Week Day 3: Firsts

Summary: Shota Aizawa and Oboro Shirakumo go on a date three months into their relationship. Aizawa worries that he hasn't been able to progress their relationship further, after all they barely hold hands and haven't had their first kiss yet.

Ao3 Link: His First Love

  Bright skies always reminded Shota Aizawa of Oboro Shurkumo. It had been three months since he had started dating him. Watching the crosswalk light he waited for it to turn green. On Thursday, Oboro had asked to meet him at a relaxed restaurant for lunch the following Saturday.

    Being in a relationship with someone was nerve-racking; especially since it was his first relationship. Having never seen a good partnership all romantic love ended with argument and slammed doors. However with Oboro he felt different. For the first time he felt like that wasn't how love was supposed to feel.

    It took a year for Aizawa to fall in love with Shirakumo. For Oboro it took half a school year to realize he had fallen for Shota. When he first talked to him about relationships he knew it would be a while for Aizawa was ready to accept any type of love he would give him.

    After a year, Shirakumo realized he needed to ask him out if they were going to go anywhere. Aizawa was still surprised he agreed to date him. As the three months passed he found himself wondering how his partner had been so patient with him. They barely held hands and when they did he wouldn't stay with him long.

    There was another thing that surprised him; he never tried to kiss him. Movies make it seem like if you don't kiss in the first week there is something wrong with you. Knowing this made Aizawa uneasy. What if Oboro wasn't happy with the way their relationship had progressed?

    "Lights green, kid." An older gentleman said as he passed him.

    "Oh, thank you." He replied quietly. The restaurant was in a short, light green brick building. There were two windows in the front and in one he could see Shirakumo waiting.

    Walking in Aizawa took in the restaurant's ambiance. Round string lights on the ceiling gave the place a warm, comfortable feeling. The place was mostly empty since the lunch rush would have ended recently. "Shota!" Oboro stood and went over to him. "I'm glad you got here alright. Wanna look at the menu?"

    "Sure." With that the two looked at the board above the cash register. A moment later they ordered and sat down in a brown both in the corner by the door.

    The conversation was led by Shirakumo. Running out of questions he started to talk about the family's dojo that they run. "It's going really well." He said. "We had a good turnout for the workshop this morning."

    "That's good." The boy looked at his sandwich.

    "Where do you want to go after this?"

    "Wherever."

    Thinking about places he knew, the teen took a bite of his chicken strip. "How about" he started, still eating "we go get ice cream and go back to the dojo? There's a class later in the day but we'll do good for a while."

    "That, sounds nice."

    When they finished their lunch they paid and left. The walk to the ice cream parlor wasn't very far. On their way Oboro reached out his hand for Shota to take. Placing his hand in his calloused hand, he tried to focus on what his boyfriend was talking about.

    "This morning this little boy learned his first few moves. He's so little! He's got this fluffy little tail that he tries to balance on." Aizawa loved the way Shirakumo's face lit up as he talked about the kids that would come into the dojo.

    Describing the ice cream parlor took Hizashi fifteen minutes the first time they went. It was this white building with color trim and a pink door. The walls were covered in painted rainbow sprinkles. Like most store fronts there were windows in the front, still covered with sprinkles. A bell chimed as they walked in.

"Hey Mrs. Sato!" Shirakumo greeted. After going to the parlor for a while she knew who they were.

"Hey kiddos!" She smiled as she placed her hands on the counter. "What can I get you."

"I'll have a birthday cake cone. Sho?"

"Oh, I'll have a mint chocolate chip please."

"Alrighty. I'll get that for you." She rang the two up, Shirakumo not letting Aizawa pay. Then they stood off to the side of the counter.

"Are you having fun?" Oboro checked in on Aizawa.

"Yeah, I am. Are you?"

"I am! I'm excited to take you back to the dojo. I know you've been there before but we changed it up a bit."

Hands were still together as they grabbed their ice cream, only letting go to eat. Storm clouds covered the sky as the two left, saying their goodbyes to Mrs. Sato. "We better get home quickly." The blue haired boy joked.

Ten minutes later they were standing in front of the dojo. Taking out a key, Oboro unlocked the door. He held the door for his partner before shutting it behind him.

"You like the changes?" He asked, throwing away his cup.

New banners hung from the ceiling. It seemed like they had gotten new mats. From the ceiling three punching bags hung. From time to time Oboro would bring his friends to train with him at the dojo.

"I do."

Sitting in the new mats Shirakumo led the conversation again. This time Aizawa started to become more engaged in it. Hours passed like minutes as they told stories and talked about plans. As their laughing subsided Shota stared at his boyfriend.

Crimson eyes met sky blue ones. The two boys were sitting closely, their legs touching. Shota smiled then leaned into Oboro, their faces only a few inches apart. His lips looked soft compared to Shota's which were likely ripped and chapped. Silence filled the room, the only sound being the steady breathing of the two boys.

"Can I kiss you?" Oboro asked breathlessly, his hand now on Aizawa's thigh.

"Yeah." Shota matched his response. Putting their lips together he put his hand over Shirakumo's. They stayed together for a few seconds before Aizawa pulled back gently. He smiled at his boyfriend before leaning into his chest and holding him.

"Was that okay?" The boy asked.

Shota nodded. He pushed his partner into the mat, making him cuddle with him. Putting his head on his chest he spoke from his heart before his head could stop him. "I love you."

Once more silence fell over the room like a gentle snow. Frightened Aizawa say up quickly. Without giving him any time to doubt himself Shirakumo spoke. "I love you too."

A since of safety and content filled Aizawa as he laid down again. Laying with Oboro felt right to him. It wasn't long after that that the next class would start. Getting off the floor Shirakumo offered to walk him home. This time they walked holding each other's hand confidently.

"I'll see you Monday?"

"Yeah. Text me when you get home?"

"I will." Pulling Aizawa's head to him he kissed it gently before leaving. Shota opened his front door and quickly went up to his room. Closing his room door behind him he sighed. Throwing his phone down on his bed he laid down for a while and waiting for Shirakumo to tell him he got home safely.

Oboro would have been his first everything. Instead he was his first heartbreak. Looking up at the soft clouds he smiled at the thought of his first love. A voice behind him broke him out of his train of thought. "Shota, are you ready?" Vlad King said, dressed nicely. The two had dating for three years. While he was hesitant to date when Sekijiro had asked him he knew he had to say yes. He was glad he did.

    With one more look at the sky he turned to his boyfriend. "Yeah. I'm ready."

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Mha Rarepair Week Day 2: Forced Proximity

Summary: When Bakugou heard class 1a was heading to the training grounds for the day, he was ecstatic. He didn't expect to be hiding in a tiny pantry in one of the houses on grounds with Kaminari, nor did he think he would find him so attractive.

Ao3 Link: Out of the Pantry

    When Bakugou heard class 1a was heading to the training grounds for the day, he was ecstatic. He didn't expect to be hiding in a tiny pantry in one of the abandoned houses on grounds with Kaminari.

    The two were paired together for the exercise; a glorified game of hide and seek tag. Aizawa was trying to find the groups and once he did the group could fight or flee. If their teacher caught them they would be out, however if only one student had been taken then the other could attempt to free them.

    Battles were one thing Bakugou was good at. In his eyes he was the best fighter in the class; in his whole year. Fighting was a part of him, violence acting as his second nature. Kaminari wasn't that way. He didn't run straight into a fight and was content with putting it off for a while. So Bakugou followed him.

    The two had run into the building when they heard Aizawa's voice. Kaminari pulled them both into the smallest safe he could think of. "He definitely heard that door close. We'll wait for him to pass through the room and then we'll get out of here." He explained.

    "Can't we just fight him?" Bakugou whispered, ready to open the door.

    "We don't have a lot of time left. Plus, I don't really wanna get my ass kicked by Aizawa today."

    "We won't get our asses kicked if you let me fight him." He scuffed.

    "Please." Katsuki turned to face Kaminari. The room was dark, only illuminated by the bottom and top of the door. He realized their bodies were pressed against each other; faces only a few inches apart. Golden yellow hair was frizzled and the boy's jacket was falling off his shoulder.

    "Whatever."

    Neither boy moved. The sound of panting was the only noice in the house. Bakugou could feel Denki's warm breath against his skin. Unconsciously, Katsuki let his eyes fall into his lips. They were chapped yet looked soft in the dark lighting. Trying to keep his eyes up he made eye contact with him.

    Kaminari looked confused; his head slightly tilting to the side. His eyes stayed focused on his partner. It was as if he had realized how close they were right after Bakugou had.

    Shifting, Kaminari's hand brushed against Bakugou's side, sending a chill up his spine and he inhaled slightly. Surprised by his own reaction he tried to take a step back only to be met with the wall.

    It occurred to Katsuki that Denki was attractive. The boy had never given it much though before, always feeling drawn to him but never knowing why. It wasn't just his nice body or his captivating smile, it was his energetic and charismatic personality. He was airheaded and kind.

    "You look pretty." He said before he could think to stop himself. Realizing what he said it felt like his heart stopped beating. No air went in his lungs as he watched for a reaction. In truth, he had been wanting to tell Kaminari that for a long time. Unspoken words hung in the thick air.

    When Kaminari smiled Katsuki's heart started beating again. Air flooding his lungs he smiled at the boy. In that moment Bakugou let himself stop leaning into the wall. The air shifted, tension spreading through the pantry. "You're pretty good looking yourself." Denki's eyes floated down to his lips. When they stayed there Bakugou felt his face heat up.

    As Kaminari's eyes lifted back to his face they Bakugou moved closer to him. For a moment the two looked in each other's eyes. Bakugou admired their golden yellow color. No part of him felt wrong or uncomfortable. Instead he was excited with butterflies slamming into his stomach

Slowly Denki moved closer to him until he pressed his chapped lips into Katsuki's soft ones. Kissing him back, Bakugou out his hand on the other's hips, pulling him closer until there was no room between them. They stayed there, their lips locked together for a few seconds before Kaminari gently pulled away. "You seem like you really wanted to kiss me." He said quietly.

Without a word Bakugou closed the distance that had been created and pushed him against the wall. He kissed him again, this time more passionately. They only stopped to breathe. Kaminari's hands had wondered to his classmates lower back where he rested them while feeling the other's hands roam his sides.

Then the outside door opens they moved apart so quickly Bakugou hit the wall. Aizawa had found out which house they had entered. Panting, the two boys looked at each other with a paniced expression. They had forgotten why there were in the pantry and now they had to hope their teacher didn't find them.

Footsteps entered the kitchen. Eraserhead's shadow covered the pantry door for a moment before he walked past it. Kaminari sighed and leaned back into the wall. The house was quiet once more. "Can we talk about that later?" He said.

Bakugou nodded, already know what he wanted to say. When they talked he would ask Kaminari to go on a date. After all he had wanted to ask for a while now. "Let's beat this challenge."

"After school?" Denki asked nervously.

"Yes, we'll talk after school. Now let's beat Mr. Aizawa's ass." Before he opens the door he looked at gold eyes boy. Leaning into him for just a moment he kissed his again. Then he opened the door.

For the first time Bakugou was excited for training to end. When it ended he would get to ask his crush out on a date. Even with his chapped lips he wanted to go kiss him again. He wanted to go on dates and tell people he was dating Denki. All he needed now was to beat Mr. Aizawa and for the bell ring.

Note: Kaminari was right, Aizawa did in fact beat their asses.

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MHA Rare-Pair Week

Day 1: Soulmate AU

Title: My Wildflower, Beautiful and Bold

Main Pairing: Mashirao Ojiro/Tooru Hagakure <3

Characters: Mashirao Ojiro, Tooru Hagakure, Denki Kaminari, Mentioned U.A. Teachers, mentioned Class 1-A members, implied Neito Monoma and Hitoshi Shinso

Words: 1,479

Description: My own spin on the red string of fate starring OjiTooru.

Ojiro absentmindedly played with the colorful string attached to his pinky finger. Class had started winding down, Aizawa giving a broad recap of the day's lesson. He'd grasped the topic pretty well so the repetition wasn't really engaging. Behind him, Kaminari had started tapping his pencil on his desk. It seemed Mashirao wasn't the only one getting bored. He signed internally and gently plopped his tail on Denki's desk. The tapping was sure to annoy their teacher, so it was better to give his friend something soft to play with. Kaminari happily left his pencil in favor of Ojiro's tail.

The boy thought no more about it. He glanced over to his side. Behind Shoji, Hagakure sat and listened to Aizawa's lecture. She looked cute thr way she was focused. She looked cute all the time, but that was beside the point.

Ojiro felt his face flush as he looked away, committing most of his attention to his fidgeting hands. He'd wrapped the twine around his right ring and middle fingers then back towards his pinky. They teach that the string connects you to your "soulmate", but Ojiro never really gave it much thought. He untangled the thread from his fingers.

The rules of the string were fairly simple. A person was born with a loose thread tied to their dominate hand's pinky finger. It appeared to that person as the colors of their soulmate's physical features. In turn, their partner's string was the colors of their features. Other people couldn't see your string unless it was deliberately being shown to them. Both soulmate's threads would connect and turn a bright red when they touched during what the pair considered to be a special moment. A thin, red ring appeared on your pinky for all to see. The thread would show whenever one of the partners interacted with it, visible to anyone who happened to be around.

Mashirao's string was an assortment of bright colors. He had to really stare at it to figure out what all the different hues were. Standing out the most was a springy yellow-green chartreuse, but there was an assortment of others. The more noticeable strands included a soft, rosy pink, pastel aqua, muted light green, and bright turquoise blue. Harder to spot but still present shades consisted of a canary yellow, pale orange, and a tinge of dusty lavendar. Every shade was undeniably beautiful and unique. One thing was for sure, the vibrance would make finding his soulmate easy. There was no way he could miss such a bright, outstanding bunch of colors like that. They reminded him of a field of wildflowers.

The boy felt a soft pang of guilt when he thought of his soulmate's string. Surely they weren't impressed with the dull golden blonde of his hair or jet black of his eyes. How could they be when he was so plain, especially in comparison to them. Mashirao wrapped the thread around his left index finger. He'd never been overly determined to find his soulmate, but he still hoped they wouldn't mind him the way he is.

"That's the bell" Aizawa's words interrupted the student's train of thought. A few seconds after he spoke, the bell rung. Ojiro was always a little baffled by his teacher's ability to call the bell right before it chimed. His best guess was that he knew the timing because of how long he worked there. Denki reluctantly released his friends tail as he stood.

"I was gonna loose my marbles if Mr. Aizawa kept droning on about... whatever." Kaminari laughed. "And thanks for your tail, man. You're a real lifesaver."

"Not a problem." Ojiro smiled. The two started walking out of the classroom, still

"I wanted to ask, what were you playing with? I couldn't see anything." Kaminari looked genuinely interested, so Ojiro grabbed the end of his string and held it out for him to see.

"Just my string. I was thinking about it a little."

"Woah dude, that's really bright!" He exclaimed. "Wanna see mine?" Before he could answer, Kaminari had already raised his hand. Instead of one string, two wrapped around his pinky finger. One contained a neutral sandy blonde, light steel blue, and another blue slightly darker than the first. The other featured multiple shades of purple and indigo.

"I didn't know you could have two soulmates."

"Heh, I guess I'm just that cool." Denki gave a smug grin. "But for real, I looked it up a while ago and it's a thing." He seemed ecstatic, gently tugging on the loose end of the purple string. "Anyways, imma see you later. I've got some plans with Kiri and Bakugo. Nice chatting with ya!"

"You too. See you later."

With that the two parted ways and Ojiro headed for the training grounds. He'd always been a hard worker, and he wasn't going to slow down just because he got into U.A. Of course, that didn't take into account the fact that he enjoyed exercise.

After a short walk he settled into his favorite indoor training facility. It was a fairly small room and practically had the same setup as a marshal arts studio. He lowered himself to the grey mat that took up most of the floor. There were a few weights and punching bags around. Mashirao figured he'd use those later.

At he stretched his mind wandered back to the soulmate threads. People had adopted the name "red string of fate" for them after the color they turned once you united with your partner. He'd noticed a few fine red rings on the people around him. There was rumor that Mrs. Midnight had been seen wrapping Mr. Vlad in their shared thread at the end of a hallway once. From time to time he would catch a glimpse of a string connecting Bakugo and Tsu as they walked back to the dorms, even if they liked to deny it. The three pairs seemed happy together. Mashirao guessed that's why they were soulmates. He hoped his partner would be as satisfied as the others seemed.

"Want a partner?" An excited voice behind the young hero in training made him jump.

"Hagakure! I didn't know you were here. "Ojiro didn't have a problem with her being there. It was the opposite really, since he really liked the girl. She was hardworking and cheerful. It'd be fun to train with her.

"I didn't know you were here either." She giggled. "Sorry I startled you."

"Dont worry about it! Anyway, I'd love to train with you."The boy answered honestly. Tooru sat next to him, mimicking his movements. There was a comfortable silence for a moment.

"Feel ready?"

"Mm hmm" Hagakure hummed as she stood. "What do you wanna do?"

"I was going to run some drills. Did you want to do that?"

"Sounds great!" In agreement, the two worked some drills Aizawa had taught them the week before. Idle chatter filled the room as they worked. They smiled and laughed as they moved through different organized motions. It felt so natural to Ojiro, like the two had known eachother all their lives. Slowly they closed the distance between one another.

Tooru glanced over at Mashirao and grabbed him by the arm. Her soft hand gently corrected the boy's pose. He felt his ears go red. He didn't know she had been paying any attention to what he was doing.

"I noticed you keep getting this one wrong, so I thought I'd..." She didn't finish her sentence. Ojiro was about to ask what was wrong when he saw it.

The thread on his finger had changed colors, the vibrant assortment of hues had shifted into one: a bright red. He followed the new connection with his eyes. The girl's hand still held his arm but it didn't obscure his view of her pinky. A thin red line was newly present on her finger. He looked up to face her. Even though he couldn't see Tooru's face, he could feel they were making eye contact.

"You're... it's you." Hagakure spoke slowly. Ojiro couldn't believe it. He loved being with her. The two being soulmates made him so happy he thought he might cry. The only problem was that he couldn't tell what she was thinking. What if she wasn't happy as his partner? What if she had wanted someone more exciting then him? The idea weighted heavy on his chest.

"You're my soulmate!" She squealed as she pulled him into a tight hug. Startled, it took the boy a short second before he reciprocated. When he did, he made sure to hold her close. Relief flooded his body. Her reaction wasn't one someone who was disappointed would have.

"I can't believe it." He gently pulled away from her, intertwining their fingers instead. He gazed at their string and then looked to at Tooru.

"You're my wildflower."

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Mha Rarepair week Day 1: Secret Relationship/Soulmate au

Summary: Tenya Iida had never been fond of his eyes. The bright red from his family and indigo of his soulmate were so bright that it felt dysphoric on him. That was until he met his soulmate, Yuga Aoyama

Ao3 Link: Indigo and Cherry

  People always said that red and indigo looked good together but looking in the mirror Tenya always felt his eyes were too colorful. If one color had been by itself they wouldn't be overwhelmingly bright. The contrast in the colors clashed with his hair and usual outfits.

    Tensei always reassured his brother that there was no reason to be embarrassed or insecure about his eyes. "Finding your soulmate wouldn't be that hard!" He told him repeatedly throughout the years. "Your eyes are striking, imagine how they'll look on your partner." While he was trying to help Tensei's eyes were dark blue and a gray so dark it looked black, simple colors his younger brother would rather have.

    When Iida started UA he didn't expect to find his soulmate on the first day of classes. Yuga Aoyama, a blonde boy sitting in the front of the class had the same loud eyes he did. They were much prettier on him then Iida felt they were on him.

    There was only one problem, Yuga was a man. While he didn't mind he wasn't sure how his parents would feel. Both of them barely tolerated Mizushima, if they knew both of their sons had male soulmates they wouldn't accept either of them.

    Aoyama would have rather waited for Iida to approach him but as the first week of school went by he only spoke to him a few times about trivial matters. He never quite met his eyes. Tired of waiting he walked back to his desk the Monday of their second week. "Pretty eyes you have." He said endearingly as he leaned onto Iida's desk.

    For the first time Iida genuinely smiled at the compliment. Tensei was right, they were rather pretty on his soulmate. "Thank you. I think they look better in you." His eyes matched him perfectly. From the first week of school Tenya knew Yuga had a flamboyant personality and while he hadn't seen him in anything other than a uniform he was sure that his clothing matched just that.

    The boy just smiled. "I was hoping you would talk to me first but it seems you're a little shy. I wouldn't have you were the type to make me wait. Are you nervous?"

    "A little." Iida admitted.

    "An honest man, I like that. Do you want to go somewhere after school sometime?"

    "I believe that's a good idea. We should get to know each other. Should we exchange phone numbers so we can arrange a time and place?"

    "Oui." Aoyama started to take his phone out before Iida stopped him.

    "Phones are not allowed in class." The boy took out a piece of scratch paper and tore off a corner. Then he wrote his number with his blue pen and handed it to Aoyama.

    The blonde blushed as he took it. "I'll call you."

    Looking around the classroom Iida took note of his pears eyes. Bakugou and Kaminari matched with explosive red and electric gold eyes. Aizawa had one crimson eye and one that was half sky blue and half peridot. He knew Precent Mic matched him with one solid peridot eye and a similar half and half but with the red and blue of Aizawa and an unknown third individual. Todoroki and Sero matched with fire red and cole black. As the year would go one he would recognize more matches within his class.

    It was as soon as Iida got home that Aoyama called. The two planned their outing, Tenya too scared to call it a date. They would go to a juice place Tensei and him frequented. The Iida's were regulars at the store.

    Every time Tenya saw Tensei he felt a bit of guilt. He hadn't told him he had found his soulmate, something his brother was excited to do. They both silently had hoped for a girl but Tenya knew Tensei would love Aoyama. Iida always liked men more.

    "I'm going to the juice bar!" Tenya yelled as he grabbed his shoes from the door. Once he was out the door he felt his stomach fill with butterflies. The two were soulmates, he knew they would be compatible. Yet he couldn't relax for the entire walk.

    4:25 was the time he saw when he got to the cafe, twenty minutes before he was meant to be there. He sat at his normal table and saw that the waitress had already started pouring a glass of orange juice.

    "Hey little Iida!" The waitress said handing him the glass of orange juice. Her short, curly hair matched the color of the juice.

    "Hello Aoi. Thank you." He set it on the coaster beside him.

    "Is your brother joining you today?"

    "No, a boy from class is."

    Green and yellow eyes flashed with excitement as she asked him about how UA was going. After a moment of talking she got up to leave. "I'll leave you to it. Have fun."

    The chime of the bell on the door startled Tenya. Aoyama walked in and Iida learned he was right, his eyes matched him perfectly. He wore a cropped, white halter top and sparkly denim bell bottoms. While he couldn't see most of his shoes he knew he was in heels.

    "Bonjour."

The light from the windows shorn on Yuga beautifully. Blonde hair fell perfectly into place. The silver glitter on his eyes sparkled and Iida noticed the smell of a rich vanilla and floral scent. "Hello." He said, his admiration fighting his tone. "How are you?"

"I'm fabulous. You?"

"I'm doing well."

Just then Aoi came over and took Aoyama's order. "The sparkling strawberry and a Cheese Danish please."

"Of course." She disappeared behind the counter. While the juice bar mostly offered juice they offered small pastries that were centered around fruit or common cafe items.

"So." The blonde boy started, "Tell me about yourself."

"Well what do you want to know?"

"We'll start small. What's your favorite color?"

"It's blue. Yours?"

"I quite like silver and purple."

It was a moment before they fell into a rhythm while talking. The orange juice was only halfway gone after an hour. Their corner of the store had been filled with quiet laughter. Smiles were exchanged between the two as they learned why they were soulmates.

For a moment they fell still, neither boy saying a word. A soft feeling landed for them both. Locking eyes they began to understand why they universe had brought them together.

"It's far past seven." Iida chuckled. "Where you supposed to be home at a specific time?"

"Non, my Mama and Papa knew I was meeting with my soulmate and told me to take my time with him. Did you?"

"No." Iida sighed. "I simply stated I would be back." Then Tenya took a risk he didn't think he would take, "Can I walk you home?"

"Oh my." Aoyama smiled. "I suppose you could."

"Of course."

One date turned two and two turned into becoming official three months into the school year.

"My parents want to meet you!" Yuga smiled, jumping into Iida's bed. The dorms had brought the two much closer.

"I would love to meet them."

"When can I meet your's? You're brother is such a doll."

"I'm- not sure." Iida paused and then sighed. "Shortly after you met Tensei you met his soulmate. My parents don't really like Mizushima. When they learned about him they quietly put more pressure on me to continue the family line. The legacy my family holds can't be upheld by two gay men who can't give them grandchildren. When they learn about you, they will stop trying to treat Mizushima and Tensei with respect. They won't be expecting of us either." The blue haired boy help Aoyama's hands. "I don't want to put any of us through that."

"Oh Tenya."

It was hard concealing a relationship with someone you were obviously soulmates with. The only people who needed to be convinced were Tenya's parents. Eventually the truth would be revealed to them but for now Aoyama didn't mind staying away from them.

    Over time Iida started to love his eyes. He let Yuga paint his eyelids with glitter, bringing attention to them. Every time he looked in a mirror he saw they eyes of the man he loved staring back and it was hard to hate something you love so much.

People always said that red and indigo looked good together and as Tenya looked at his boyfriend as he touched up his pink lipstick in the locker room mirror, he could agree more.

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June of Doom

Day 1 (alt 1): Noose

Words: 1,396

Characters: Shota Aizawa, Yuga Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Iida (mentioned), All For One (implied)

Description: Aizawa had always defended Class 1A. He had done decent at protecting them from villains and the press alike. However, he never thought he would have to protect Yuga Aoyama from himself

Warnings: themes of suicide

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Aizawa had pretty good intuition when it came to his students. At least, he'd like to say he did. He hadn't always been the best teacher, but he felt like he was better with class 1-A. They respected him and he respected them. Everyone in the class had potential to become a truly successful hero.

The teacher got good at reading them. Sitting in class that day, he could tell something was wrong with Aoyama. His usual demeanor had been replaced with an disheaerened replica. The bright energy he normally gave off was gone, replaced by an eerie calm. He worked halfheartedly on a paper Aizawa had handed out.

When the bell rung, everyone turned in their worksheets and headed out for the day. Aizawa kept an eye on the blonde. He watched as Aoyama waited by his desk for another student. Iida placed his paper in the bin, then gently took Yuga by the hand with a smile. The two took another moment as they waited for their friends before leaving the classroom.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Back in the dorms Shota took a seat on one of the couches. He had barely start grading papers when Present Mic approached him.

"Hey Shota!" Mic casually flopped down next to him. "Grading papers huh? Who's are you on?"

"Aoyama" Aizawa replied.

"Is it just me, or has he been weird lately? "

"I noticed it today. I was thinking of talking to him tomorrow after class."

"Sounds like a good idea." Hizashi shifted gently to look at the ceiling. He didn't really feel like mentally grading work, but he wanted to stay in his partner's company.

They sat in silence for a moment. The hero marked the questions his student got wrong in red pen. He did surprisingly well on the worksheet, and Aizawa couldn't help but feel proud. Aoyama had come a long way from his first days in UA. He finished his corrections and flipped the paper over and into a growing pile.

Shota almost missed it. He grabbed the next paper, but pretty blue cursive drew him back to Aoyama's. He picked it up to get a closer look. Written on the back was a short message.

"This isn't your fault. Merci Mr. Aizawa"

A lump formed in his throat. Eraserhead stood with urgency, forgetting to put the paper down. He made a quick move towards the door.

"Sho? What's wrong?" Mic hadn't seen the note. He sat up, but Aizawa was already gone.

Outside, the teacher broke into a sprint. He prayed he was wrong. He prayed he was worries for nothing. Surely he had to be wrong about that the note meant. If he wasn't, then his student was a threat to himself. That he was going to make an attempt on his life.

What if he was too late? There was a chance that Aoyama had already fone through with it. Aizawa pushed the idea to the side. At the same time, he pulled the door of the class A dorm open. It was late, and no one saw him come in.

He took to the stairs in a rush, skipping a few as he went up. Yuga's dorm wasn't hard to get to, being only on the second floor. The pro-hero lept up the last step and rushed to Aoyama's door. Given the situation Aizawa figured it would be fine not to knock. When he reached for the door he was surprised to find that it opened with ease.

Inside was Yuga Aoyama, standing on a chair with a noose around his neck. The rope was secured to the mount normally used to hold his disco ball. The young boy looked surprised, his face quickly shifting to terror when he realized the position he was in.

"Easy kid. Let me help you get down from there." The teacher took a careful step forward, shutting the door behind him. Aoyama flinched, shifting away from Aizawa.

"Go away." Yuga murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me do this."

"I can't do that Aoyama. You know I can't do that. I'm going to help you down, and we'll talk about this." Shota tried to choose his words carefully. One wrong choice could make everything go from bad to worse in an instant. Aizawa had gone through training for situations like this as a hero. He'd run attempted suicides; buying time for the proper professional to arrive. Words couldn't describe how different it felt now that it was his kid that was a danger to himself.

"Please Mr. Aizawa. I can't do this anymore. I-I won't." Aoyama pleaded a little louder as he forced back a sob. Eraserhead took a purposeful step forward, tugging at the end of his scarf. He was loosing the blonde and he knew it.

"You'll be alright Aoyama. I can help you if yo-"

"Non! There's nothing you can do!" Aoyama cried, cutting his teacher off.

"The only way to leave his side is-" Yuga cut himself off. He paused, made a fragile attempt to calm himself, then continued.

"I'll only be free from him when I'm dead. I'm more than willing to trade his noose for one I tied myself."

"What do you mean by that?" Shota couldn't figure out what he meant. It was clear Aoyama was in a bad situation, but what was it? Why does he believe this is what he has to do? The teacher took another gentle step towards his student. The boy turned his attention to anywhere but Aizawa.

"Yuga, tell me what's going on." There was no response. Aizawa stole another step towards his target. It closed the distance between the two. If he stretched he could touch the chair. The hero in training muttered something about not deserving his help. He whispered something else, but the only word Aizawa heard was "villain".

"Take the rope off your neck, okay? I'll help you get down."

"Je suis désolé. I'm sorry Mr. Aizawa." Violet eyes met red for the first time since Shota entered the room and confirmed everything he feared.

It all happened in a second. Yuga kicked the chair out from under him. Eraser rushed forward to try and keep him from breaking his neck. The knot attached to the light came undone, and Aoyama nearly fell to the floor. Aizawa was the only reason he didn't, having been close enough to catch him. He gently guided his student to the floor.

When they situated, Aizawa was sitting on the floor where the chair had been, Aoyama leaning into his chest. The look of complete and total defeat on his face before he made his attempt destroyed Shota. It made the man's entire being ache. How could he have let this happen in his own classroom? How could he miss the signs in one of his own?

Yuga clung to his teacher, head on his chest and sobbing. Shota held him in a tight embrace. If that knot hadn't come undone there was a good chance the kid would've died. Aizawa never would've forgiven himself if something happened while he was right there. Just the idea made Aizawa sick. He ran his hand through Aoyama's hair soothingly, noticing the little tangles in it for the first time.

"It's gonna be okay. I'll make sure you're safe." Aizawa wouldn't have told him he'd figure it out if he didn't mean it. Come hell or high water this kid was going to be alright. It was his responsibility as a teacher and a hero to help. It was his responsibility as a person too.

Slowly, the teacher helped Aoyama calm down. The boy didn't sit up, opting to relax further into Aizawa's chest instead. It felt a little relieving. His action meant he felt he could trust Shota.

They could figure this out. He would stay by his kid's side for as long as he needed, no matter what. Shota's sole objective was to protect and nurture his students, after all. It might even be what gives his life meaning. What gives him a purpose.

Sitting on the floor with the boy, he recognized he had failed. He had failed Yuga Aoyama. He swore to himself he would never do it again. Never again would he allow this pain to crush any of his students.

Never.

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For the first one 💖

Neat thank you!

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I have no clue what this is but you know what, hell yeah.

Thank you mutual!

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Whumpril Master list! I have got to get better at keeping up with these things lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy them!

Fandoms: Percy Jackson, Miraculous Ladybug, Your Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman, The Great Gatsby, Star Wars, The Bad Batch,

Day 1: Hug

Day 2: Lies

Day 3 Sore

Day 4: Threat

Day 5: Neglect

Day 6: Distrust

Day 7: Restless

Day 8: Burnout

Day 9: Stranded

Day 10: Bandages

Day 11: Grounding

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Whumpril Day 11: Grounding

Fandom: Percy Jackson and The Olympians

Summary: Luke Castellan is walking back to The Princess Andromeda when a monster attacks Percy Jackson in an alleyway. The boy starts to have a panic attack so Luke puts aside their rivalry to help him.

    Manhattan was a busy place. Luke had never really minded it. Westport had been a small town, not nearly as large as the bustling city he found himself walking through. The man needed to make his way to The Princess Andromeda.

    For a Sunday morning, there weren't many people on the street. It was a pretty day with small clouds scattered around the sky. There was a crash in an alley a few feet ahead of Luke. Most of the time he wouldn't pay attention to the noise and while it was likely a hungover man or an alley cat, he was curious for the answer.

    Percy Jackson stood in the alley with his sword, Riptide, out in front of him. The boy was breathing heavily as he stumbled against the brick wall. Blood fell from a cut on his neck, staining his blue t-shirt. He watched as he sank to the ground.

    Luke should have left or pulled his own sword and killed him. Instead he stepped into the alley and kneeled down beside him. His hand hovered over his Percy's tucked in shoulder for a moment. "Percy?"

    Percy heard a voice saying his name. The voice was soft and comforting still he couldn't focus on it. He didn't answer the person talking to him. With his hands pressed against his neck he drew further into himself he tried to ignore the world.

    A million thoughts swirled around the sea demigods head. He wandered what would have happened if he didn't jump back when he did. He had faced death so many times but this time he hadn't thought he was in any danger. The walk to corner store wasn't long. It took five minutes to get there and most of that was getting down the apartment stairs.

    "Hey." Luke tried to get his attention. He worried about how hard the kid was breathing. Wanting to get a closer look at the wound on his neck, he tried to move Percy's hands. "Let me see." The boy panicked and backed further into the wall. "Hey, hey." Luke paused. "I'm not going to hurt you."

    Gently his rest his hands on Percy's. He made his breathing louder and slower to encourage the other boy to follow his lead. When he let the son of Hermes move his hands he sighed. The neck was a dangerous location to have an injury on. It didn't seem like there was anything that needed immediate

    Still unaware of who was helping him, Percy tried to focus on the gentle touch of hands on his neck. Whoever had him had dealt with scared people like him before. "Focus on my breathing." The voice said as he placed Percy's hands on the ground. He felt more connected to the earth as his palms felt the cool pavement.

    While the bleeding had slowed, Luke knew he needed to put pressure on the slash. Monster claws were disgusting so he needed to clean out the wound. "Stay right here. I'm going to go get something to disinfect that." He said quickly. "Keep breathing." With that he ran to the corner store Percy had been trying to go to earlier.

    As he walked in he scanned the shelves to find any supplies he might have. Standing in front of the small medical section of the store he grabbed the small first aid box. "What is wrong with me?" He whispered as he walked to the back and grabbed two water bottles. Shoving both bottles and the box in his pocket, he walked back to the door and left.

    The world felt stiff. Percy had his left hand on his neck and his other in his chest. The stranger had left him alone and he didn't trust them to come back. He needed to go home. His legs felt weak as he tried to stand so he waited. Tears were still falling from his eyes.

    Back in the alley Luke took both bottles of water out of his pocket and the box. He walked up to Percy and kneeled down to him. Opening the box he set the gaze on his leg. Then he opened the water bottle and poured some of the contents on the fabric. "This might feel cold."

    "O-okay." Percy said as he moved his  hand.

    Luke smiled softly. The boy kept his eyes on the ground. Working around that he pressed the wet gaze to the others slash. Percy winced. He seemed to be calming down. Still breathing out loud, Luke cleaned out the cut. By the time he was done, the boy was breathing steadily.

    As the man handed him a water bottle, Percy realized who was sitting with him. Luke Castellan left him with more questions than answers every time he saw him. "Luke?" While his voice was still quiet it was laced with surprise.

    "Take the damn bottle."

    Cautiously he took the water from Luke. "Why?"

    "What?"

    "Why did you help me."

    "I- I don't know."

    The two looked at each other. Neither went for a weapon or hurt each other. They weren't the villain and hero, the wicked and the savior, they were just two boys in a New York alley.

    "The old Apollo cabin leader taught us how to deal with panic attacks. I still remember the grounding techniques." Luke explained. "Maybe it's instinct." Before Percy could say anything Luke stood. He offered his hand to the other and for the first time since the summer they met each other, he took it. "Get home safe." With that, he left.

    Left in the alley Percy picked up the unopened water bottle. Something didn't sit right with him. Bad people don't have an instant to help. Their enemies, he should have taken his moment of weakness and killed him. There was no malice in the way he calmed him down.

    With more questions then answered the boy walked out of the alley and to the corner store. He thought he may as well go get the snacks he had left to get in the first place and maybe pay for the water bottle Luke stole.