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musei-thoughts · 23 days ago

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In celebration of the upcoming Wind Breaker S2, and to calm my beating heart down after I caught up to the manga, here's some HCs about (some of) my WB favorites boys.

Also, please feel free to send me asks/requests/anything about Kiryu! My baby deserves more attention and love in this fandom (please).

No TWs. Just endless fluff. (maybe I'll do an angsty one next!)

Wind Breaker boys and the way they gaze at you: (Sakura, Kiryu, and Choji)

Haruka Sakura:

Sakura gazes at you with genuine confusion.

He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand why his chest terribly hurts or why his heart achingly flutters each time he sees your soft smile. He doesn't understand why it feels so difficult to breathe once your eyes meet his, your smile brightening further, before starting to make your way toward him. Sakura feels lost, gazing at your familiar form passing through crowds of people, gentle eyes never leaving his own, and your hands waving at him in pure excitement.

Sakura does not understand. But he tries. He tries to push the confusing mess and entanglement of raw emotions past his choked up throat, and he tries to solely focus on you. The way your face lights up in utter joy when he shyly waves back at you, the way you unconsciously speed up your steps to reach him faster, the way your hand reaches out to delicately touch his arm even before you cheerfully begin to yell his name, and the way you are able to (unapologetically and without any thread of regret) express your affection for him.

And maybe Sakura does understand. But, please, allow him to bask in your love for just a little while. Allow his confused gaze to shyly wander about your face, your hands, and your lips, and soak up all of the tender emotions you are willing to unconditionally offer to him. The day where his gaze firmly settles on yours, only to never look away, might not be that far off.

Kiryu Mitsuki:

Kiryu gazes at you with softness buried behind his eyes.

He always searches for you, his eyes softly scrunching up like a cat once he lays his eyes on your form, and his lips tenderly curling in a smile. Kiryu's gaze faithfully follows your every move, the way you twirl and spin, heels barely touching the ground, as you hold his arm and laugh at the passing mascots nearby. He watches your eyes widen, and your hand (wearing a bracelet with the color of Kiryu's eyes) reach to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, before laughing again at the performance in front of you.

Kiryu's fondness only deepens when you bring him closer to you, body almost vibrating in excitement, as the show nears the end. Kiryu knew you were trying to get him to feel as involved as much as possible, share the happiness you spontaneously found with Kiryu, and share the budding emotions blooming within your chest with him.

Kiryu blinks, trying to chase away the moisture threatening to pool around the rim of his eyes. He softly laughs as you pout at the inevitable end of your beloved show, and extends a hand to poke at your adorable cheeks. Please, Kiryu cannot helps but inwardly plead, please don't ever leave my side.

Choji Tomiyama:

Choji looks at you in amazement.

His eyes sparkle and gleam as he watches you sitting on a nearby bench, an open notebook on your lap, quietly writing line after line in your familiar handwriting. Choji does not make a sound. He doesn't yell out your name like he typically would, nor does he speed up in an attempt to reach your side faster, and curl around you sooner. Instead, Choji stares. He looks at your contented face, warm sunshine falling on your soft features, and he feels like he has expanded an entire lifetime worth of luck just to be able to cross paths with him.

You, who has never looked away from him, nor pushed his selfish hands away every time Choji clung to you in desperation. You, who always held on to him, fiercely and without any doubts. You, who never questioned the inherent goodness buried deep within Choji's heart, and never gave up on making it known for everyone else. You, who loves him and only him.

How? Choji wants to go down on his knees in front of you and ask you. How can you love me? How can you love me? But Choji already knows your answer. He can already see the way your lips will curl in a tender smile, hands coming up to tenderly cup his cheeks, before whispering the softest of answers in his ear.

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musei-thoughts · 26 days ago

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ONE OF THE GIRLS. (1/2)

ft. izuku, katsuki, shinsou, & tamaki smau: you overhear them describe their ideal type that happens to be nothing like you, you begin distancing yourself, only for them to notice and demand to know why (pre-relationship)

˖⁺‧₊˚ warnings: implied fem reader, angst, requited unrequited love, miscommunication

˖⁺‧₊˚ note: i made it shorter this time😼

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musei-thoughts · 26 days ago

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テイフェスの🏴‍☠️ユーリ

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musei-thoughts · 29 days ago

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Your final moments in their arms...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

Warnings: These drabbles depict readers death and may contain heavy emotional themes. Mentions of blood, while nothing is graphic please be aware before reading

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Ida, Denki Kaminari, Mirio Togata, Hanta Sero, Koji Koda, Mashirao Ojiro

Izuku Midoriya

"No… no, please—stay awake!" Izuku cried desperately, his voice breaking into painful sobs as he clutched you to his chest. Blood soaked through his shaking fingers as he pressed against your wound, as if his sheer determination could keep your life from slipping away.

"Izuku...I’m sorry" your voice was weak, barely a whisper.

He frantically shook his head, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. "Please, don’t speak like that. Help is on the way, you'll be okay, I—I’ll fix this, just stay with me!"

You gave him a gentle, weak smile, eyes softly glazed with love. "Thank you for loving me."

His heart shattered completely. He held you closer, desperately begging as your eyes fluttered closed, your breath fading. "Please don’t go… I need you, please—" But his voice trailed off into a helpless sob as your chest stilled beneath his trembling hands, leaving him alone in the cruel silence.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto held you close, his face blank with shock and denial, yet his trembling hands betrayed the chaos raging inside him. "Hold on," he whispered softly, cradling your cheek tenderly. "Please… just hold on for me."

You weakly reached up, brushing your fingertips along his cheek, leaving a faint trace of blood behind. "Shoto, I'm sorry."

"No," he murmured, pressing his forehead softly against yours, his voice thick with restrained emotion. "Don't apologize. Just stay with me."

Tears gathered silently in his mismatched eyes, falling onto your skin. He held you gently, desperately fighting against the inevitability of your loss. As your breathing slowed, he whispered your name, his voice a broken plea as his entire world went quiet around him.

"Please don’t leave me. You're the only warmth I've ever known." But the silence answered him harshly, leaving Shoto with an emptiness he knew nothing could ever fill.

Tenya Ida

Tenya’s hands shook violently as he held you close, panic and anguish carved deeply into his normally composed expression. "No, no! Help! Somebody please help!" he cried desperately, voice raw and frantic.

You weakly grasped his trembling hand, forcing him to look at you. "Tenya… it's okay."

His glasses slipped, fogged by tears, as he shook his head vehemently. "It’s not! I can’t—I won't let this happen! You can't leave me!"

Your breathing slowed, eyelids fluttering as you fought to keep your eyes on his face. "I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer."

Tenya's chest heaved with anguish as he desperately pleaded, "No—please stay, please—I need you! I love you—" His words broke into sobs as your grip loosened, your life slipping quietly from his grasp. He clung to your still body, his heart shattering beneath the unbearable weight of loss.

Denki Kaminari

"Hey, stay with me, okay?" Denki whispered desperately, voice trembling as he tried to smile, tears spilling uncontrollably down his cheeks. He brushed your hair back from your face, his touch gentle but frantic. "We still have so much stuff to do together—remember that concert we planned to go to?"

You smiled faintly, breathing shallow and uneven. "Denki… I'm really glad I met you."

"No, hey," he pleaded softly, his chest aching painfully. "Don’t say goodbye. Not yet. Please, just… just stay a little longer, okay?"

You reached weakly for his cheek, your touch shaky yet comforting. "I'll always love you, Denki."

As your eyes closed gently, Denki's heart cracked irreparably. He hugged your limp body tightly, sobbing brokenly as he murmured through his tears, "I love you too, I always will—please come back…" But the warmth had already begun fading from your skin, leaving Denki alone and hollow, clinging desperately to memories he would never have again.

Mirio Togata

Mirio held you close, eyes wide with desperation, his bright smile nowhere to be found. "Come on, sunshine," he whispered hoarsely, brushing tears away furiously. "You're gonna be okay—you're stronger than this!"

You reached weakly for his face, tracing a trembling finger along his cheek. "Mirio, don't cry," you whispered softly, your voice barely audible.

He shook his head, his voice cracking painfully. "I can't—I won't lose you. You promised me, remember? You promised we'd see the future together."

You smiled gently, breathing slowing with each passing second. "Mirio… you were my brightest star."

His eyes blurred, vision distorted by endless tears. "Please don't talk like that, don't leave me behind…" But your eyes had already slipped closed, leaving him clutching your lifeless body tightly against him, broken sobs shaking him to his core. "No—please, come back…"

Hanta Sero

Sero knelt beside you, heart pounding painfully as he pulled you carefully into his arms. Blood seeped steadily between his fingers, but he couldn't look away from your face. "Hey, stay with me," he said softly, forcing his usual casual tone despite his trembling voice. "Just a little longer, okay?"

You tried to respond, but only managed a weak cough, your eyes meeting his apologetically before you forced the words out, "I'm sorry, Hanta… I guess I messed up, huh?"

He swallowed hard, shaking his head desperately. "No, you did amazing. You always do. Just hang on, help’s coming, I swear…"

Your fingers tightened weakly around his hand as you whispered, "I love you."

His heart shattered, eyes widening in panic as your hand slipped from his grasp. "Hey—no, wait! Don't say goodbye yet, please!" But silence filled the space your voice had once occupied, leaving him staring helplessly at your face, forever etched with the peaceful look of goodbye.

Koji Koda

Koji held you gently, his usually soft, gentle eyes wide with terror and grief. "Please," he whispered, his voice trembling with desperation. Tears streamed down his cheeks, blurring your fading figure. "Don't go…"

You reached weakly for his hand, trying to offer comfort even as your strength left you. "Koji… It's okay."

He shook his head frantically, struggling to find words through overwhelming sorrow. The animals around him chattered anxiously, sensing his despair, but all he could focus on was your weakening heartbeat. "I… I can't lose you."

"You'll never really lose me," you whispered softly, smiling gently. "I'm always with you."

Koji sobbed quietly as your eyes slowly closed, clutching your hand tightly. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours, tears falling freely. "Please stay with me," he whispered to empty air, hoping somehow you'd hear him.

Mashirao Ojiro

Ojiro cradled you protectively, his normally calm expression twisted in panic and despair. "Stay with me, please," he murmured, voice shaking uncontrollably. "Help is almost here—just hold on."

You smiled weakly, despite the pain, reaching up gently to stroke his cheek. "I'm glad you're here, Mashirao."

He leaned into your touch, choking back a sob as tears spilled freely down his face. "Please, don't say goodbye yet… there has to be more time for us."

Your breathing grew shallow, your eyes drifting shut slowly. "I'm sorry…"

His heart clenched painfully, his tail wrapping around you instinctively, desperate to shield you from the inevitable. "No, please… stay awake. I need you."

But your breathing slowly ceased, and Ojiro was left clutching your lifeless form against him, quietly sobbing your name into the silence, unable to let go of the only one he'd ever loved.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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musei-thoughts · 1 month ago

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Boyf’Bakugou who kisses all the scars on your body.

Self-Harm, Stretch Marks, random bruises or cuts. All of them.

He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he thinks it makes you look like the stars. Those marks or cuts, it just reminds him of the night sky.

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“Why do you like staring at the stars kats’ ?” you lean into his touch as both of you lay under the sky, it was a late picnic date, and you both agreed to stay and just relax.

You can’t see his soft smirk but it shows in his voice.

“No reason”

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musei-thoughts · 4 months ago

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He’s driving (me insane)

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musei-thoughts · 4 months ago

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he’s so beautiful i love him

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musei-thoughts · 4 months ago

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🥺💖

haikyuu dad blurbs <3

ft. my fav haikyuu men! (tsukishima, sugawara, kenma, and osamu)

warnings: osamu’s includes the use of mother and suga’s includes mommy/daddy. note: in my heart tsuki is also a girl dad so… part two w/ more babies? and maybe more characters?

✧｡ kei tsukishima

your husband definitely had a busy schedule. between training and volleyball matches with the sendai frogs, and his museum job, it was quite rare for him to have many days truly off to spend fully with you and your son.

today, however, he was able to get time off to completely dedicate this day to you two.

“did you bring the strawberries?” he questioned you, as he held your one year old son on his lap.

“of course,” you replied, ruffling through your basket to show them to him, “i also got the strawberry shortcake you love so much.”

he gave you a grateful small smile and set your son down on the picnic blanket. he immediately started babbling and moving around. luckily, your baby hadn’t learnt how to walk yet – but sometimes his crawling everywhere felt just as bad and nerve wracking. you both made sure to keep an eye on him constantly, because with his curious attitude, who knows where he might wander off to.

“this is nice,” he said. “i’ve missed having a day off with you two.”

you grinned, “yeah, it is nice to spend the whole day together. he’s definitely missed hanging around his dad all day,” you added, seeing your baby being more clingy towards his father than usual — always finding ways to cling onto him. tsukishima definitely fell for his tricks, too, always carrying the little troublemaker around everywhere.

after a few moments of silence, tsukishima spoke up, “i asked for time off”

“huh?”

“i want to spend more time around you. missing so much of him growing up is killing me,” he said. “so, i asked for a few weeks off. we should take a vacation, somewhere nice.” he nodded to himself as he finished talking, already set on the idea.

“what about your training, though?” you asked, feeling slightly guilty. you would never want him to miss out on something important to him because of you.

“i care about you more,” he stated. “you two are more important to me than anything.”

you smiled softly and leaned close to him. he met your lips with his, delicately cupping one of your cheeks.

you broke away when you heard a little voice babbling louder than usual in the background. tsukishima looked down and gasped, quickly picking up your small child. he looked at your son with a betrayed look in your face, one you had to try your hardest not to giggle at. your husband looked as if he had just been stabbed in the back.

because what your child had just done was smash his head directly into his father’s strawberry shortcake, the one he’d been so excited to eat.

the sight of your son with cake all over his face, and your husband’s disturbed face as he looked down onto his lost desert made you finally lose your composure and break out into a fit of laughter. your baby boy soon started giggling too, as he does have a habit of always laughing alongside you.

even the kei tsukishima couldn’t resist his lips turning upwards at the sight of his adorable family. so, he gave in – right after giving you his usual attitude and rolling his eyes, of course. but he made up for it by kissing your baby’s chubby cheek and bringing him close to him for a tight hug, all while mumbling something about some cake-stealing brat and how lucky he is to be so cute.

✧｡ koshi sugawara

there was something about seeing your husband having tea parties with your little girl after a long day of work that made you want to give him another baby. opening her bedroom door and spotting him wearing a pink tutu while holding his pinky up as he takes a sip of a flower-decorated tea cup made your heart swell.

“umm,” you giggled slightly as you spoke, “am i interrupting something here?”

they both looked startled as they spotted you in the doorway, but both of their faces soon broke into excited grins.

“mommy!” your daughter squealed as she ran up to you and hugged your leg tightly. you chuckled, leaning down and scooping her in your arms.

“what are you guys up to, huh?” you asked your over-excited toddler.

“daddy agreed to play dress up with me!” she exclaimed, “now we’re having a tea party with my plushies!”

“oh, really?” you said, finally turning to take a good look at your husband, who was standing in front of you two. now, having him here, you were able to take a closer look at him – and after looking back at your daughter, you were able to come to a silly conclusion.

“you did daddy’s hair and makeup, huh?” you questioned her, trying your best to hold back your laughter.

she nodded eagerly and pointed to her face, gesturing you to look at the masterpiece she was able to create. you gasped in surprise, pretending to be amazed at her work.

“you really did that? all by yourself?” she nodded again, “oh, wow! you are even better than me!” you exclaimed, feeling proud of yourself at the cute giggles she gave in return.

now, you finally focused your attention back onto your husband.

even with a messy lipstick and an insane amount of eyeshadow on his face, and the wild ponytails on his hair, you couldn’t help but feel he still looks remarkably handsome. damn him and his pretty face.

“did you two have fun while i was gone,” you asked.

suga laughed, “well, mr. poof was sad, so we had to host this party to cheer him up.” you daughter nodded at his comment, seemingly feeling empathetic for poor mr. poof.

you feigned being upset, “awe, without me?”

he rolled his eyes, but your daughter, ever the sweetheart, apparently felt really bad for not including you. she looked up at you with her big, hazel eyes and chubby cheeks, and pouted, “i’m sorry for not waiting for you mommy.”

she laid her head on your shoulder, and hugged you as tightly as she could. your heart swelled at how adorable and considerate your daughter was. that certainly is a trait she shares with her father, who was now looking at the scene in front of him with the gentlest smile ever, and eyes that showed nothing but adoration for the little family you both built together.

suddenly, your daughter perked, looking excited as ever.

“i know!” she declared, “you should join us!”

“join you?”

she nodded exaggeratedly and moved to have you set her down, which you did. now, she was jumping around, incredibly excited at her own idea, “i can make you look more pretty! and daddy can make more tea!”

“alright,” suga chuckled and shook his head before shrugging, “well, you heard her,” he said as he walked past you, not without giving you a kiss on your lips first (an action that caused your daughter to screech “gross!”), and went on his way to make more tea. your little girl didn’t waste a second before grabbing your arm and pulling you to sit down in front of her, the bag of makeup and hair ties already on hand.

all you could do now was laugh softly and silently accept your fate.

✧｡ kenma kozume

when you have a six month old baby, waking up in the middle of the night usually means your child is up crying loudly somewhere nearby. this night, however, the only noises you heard when you awoke were the loud sounds of guns and open fire.

well, it seemed your dear husband was awake.

slightly curious over why he wouldn’t go to sleep – especially since he had a special stream planned pretty early in the day, you slowly crept your way over to his office, which mostly consisted of all his gaming setup and other needed things for his job(s).

you cautiously peaked into the room, only to find kenma sitting idly, playing one of his shooter games, with your baby napping on his lap, looking peaceful as ever.

“...kenma?” you called softly, careful as to not wake up the baby.

he turned to look at you, bewildered. he, apparently, had not expected the noises to wake you up, or at least that’s you deciphered from his surprised look.

“why are you awake?” he asked you, “i thought you said you were tired.”

you gave him a look as you raised your eyebrows, “i am tired,” he cocked his head at you, “but i was forcefully awoken by your game noises.”

kenma opened his mouth slightly in shock. somehow this man really hadn’t expected them to wake you up.

“seriously, why are you playing this late at night? and with the volume up?”

he had the decency to look apologetic as lowered the game volume, and shifted slightly to turn to look at you, while still trying his best to not rustle the baby out of his slumber.

“he likes it,” he finally said.

“huh?”

“the baby,” he said, as he gestured towards the sleeping infant on his lap, “he started crying non-stop. i tried to get him to go back to sleep but nothing was working.”

he chuckled a little bit, as if his thoughts suddenly amused him, “he only stopped crying once he heard the game noises coming from a video i got on my feed. so i… started playing, and he calmed down instantly.”

you looked at the sleeping child in his lap, utterly shellshocked. sure, you’ve heard of babies having certain songs that keep them from crying, but video game sounds? not only that but from a shooting game?

he smiled softly at you, “i don’t know how you slept through his crying, but woke up at the game sounds. it’s kinda funny, actually…” he paused, then added, “but i am sorry for waking you up.”

kenma did seem remorseful, and after hearing his reasoning, and taking a look at your baby boy resting soundly on his father’s lap, you didn’t have it in you to be mad at him. you tiptoed slowly towards him and kissed his cheek tenderly.

“he definitely takes after you.”.

✧｡ osamu miya

onigiri miya usually had its fair share of customers all throughout the week, and osamu made sure to hire hard-working people to help him around the shop. all of his workers were treated equally and paid respectably. just recently, though, two new members joined the staff, and some might say that the honorable owner of the onigiri shop had clear favorites.

but, really, who is he not to give his little princesses special treatment?

your two twin girls had just turned five a couple of weeks ago, and all they wanted to do was come work with their dad. well, you both agreed to let them help out and ever since then they’ve been non-stop nagging you to let them go there every day.

“what do you say when a customer leaves?” osamu asked the eldest twin while holding her small hand. she had assisted him in taking a table’s order and bringing it to them, making the customers at the table chuckle at the small girl’s silly attitude.

“thank you!” she squealed out, over exaggerating the last part and making a cute pose, causing the costumer’s laugh once again.

an old man, probably around eighty, shook his head before chuckling, “ohh, she’s gonna be a star, i’ll tell you that much!”

osamu smiled, “she sure is,” he said, picking her up. these days it kept getting harder and harder to pick her and her sister up, since they seemed to be growing non-stop. it made him feel emotional sometimes, but also so incredibly grateful he’s here to watch them grow.

he bid goodbye to the customers, feeling glad the shop was now fully closed. he groaned as he sat the eldest twin down on a high chair and scanned his eyes around the shop.

finally, he spotted her.

the youngest twin was way more relaxed than her older sister. she was too shy to help out with the customers, so instead he gave her the chore of counting ingredients (under her mother’s supervision, of course). though, once you’d left to go buy the groceries you needed for the house, the young girl had immediately bundled up in a booth near the corner, and went to sleep.

he smiled softly at the sight of her looking so calm and peaceful. there wasn’t a day when his heart wouldn’t swell at how adorable his two babies were.

in some ways, the twins resembled atsumu and osamu themselves, a thought osamu always found quite funny.

he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a bell ringing, usually meaning a customer had arrived. but, guessing from the sign that now read ‘closed,’ he surmised it was probably you. and it was.

your eldest daughter jumped from the chair to hug you tightly, while the youngest still remained deep in her slumber.

“hi, baby!” you greeted the little girl, crouching down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“hey, ‘samu,” you said, standing back up and patting the girl’s head lovingly. “ready to head home? i bought us dinner.”

he gave you a grateful smile, “sure, lemme just finish closin’ down some stuff and i’ll be right out.”

you nodded as you grabbed your eldest daughter’s hand, before looking back onto your sleeping baby.

“i’ll carry her back to the car,” osamu said, “don’t wanna wake ‘er up.”

you grinned softly, it was always sweet how caring osamu was to his little girls. “okay,” you replied, “but hurry up, we don’t want the food getting cold, now do we?”

he playfully rolled his eyes and chuckled softly, “yeah, sure, sweetheart.”

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