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friends to lovers || hitoshi shinso x g/n! reader smau

in which both of you find yourself in an akward position, making u both admit ur feelings for each other.

a/n || short smau, underwhelming confessions, writer literally has no confidence whatsoever in their content 😣

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oblivious!neito monoma x g/n reader

a/n || probably ooc monoma, time skip at the end, takes place after the war, spoilers about monoma’s future hero rank

oblivious!neito monoma who is hesitant of you at first. you and your stupid smile he loves to make fun of. “ehh? what’s this? laughing at something stupid? as expected of someone from-” kendo snatched him before he could say anything else. he couldn’t stop blushing after he caught a glimpse of you giggling, because of him. well, maybe not with him, but at least he made you happy!

oblivious!neito monoma who brushes off your invitation to study together as “no big deal.” on the inside, he felt an uncomfortable tingling. he responded with a, “hah? need my help that badly, don’t you y/n?” he acknowledged your frown, but didn’t think anything of it. why would he? hah! monoma didn’t care. he shouldn’t care. oops. then it slapped him in the face. he did care.

oblivious!neito monoma thinking back on your numerous attempts to get him to like you. like when he hurt himself in a foolish manner and no one else would help, but you willingly stepped up to help the phantom thief. “hm. i thought that phantom thief was more than a side character? y’know, you wouldn’t want to upset someone who likes you so much.” you said with a coy smile, planting a kiss on his cheek, watching his reaction carefully. he felt embarrassed, in a way, somewhat insulted by your kindness. that made him want you so much more. he laughed it off and said nothing of it.

oblivious!neito monoma who will always be you, no matter what. mid battle and you cry for help? he’s there. you truly thought you were going to die. therefore, you decided. screw it. why not tell that idiot you love him one last time? so you did. and even then, he would never realize his love for you. his arrogant personality would get in the way, and you knew that very well. you weren’t going to give up on someone you cared about, especially not monoma. the ever stubborn and foolish monoma.

oblivious!neito monoma finally recognizing his feelings for you. the bastard didn’t plan out anything special. it just… happened. the words came out of his mouth. “y/n. i love you, please know that.” he said calmly. your soul nearly left your body! no way was the person standing infront of you the neito monoma. he was so… composed! so calm and unlike his usual self. but around you, he realized there was no need to act all high and mighty. you would always accept him for who he is. this was the moment he knew he would always care for you.

oblivious!neito monoma who’s now the no. 10 hero, looking back on his past. he knows he could never be here, near the top of the hero billboard, without you. y/n. it was almost amusing, knowing how different his life could be if it weren’t for you. maybe it was a cheesy, witlesss, brainless sentiment. but regardless, you mattered most to him. neito monoma. caring for someone. that sounded like an idiotic statement. but when it came to you, the phantom thief couldn’t care less about anything else. you fulfilled him. the oblivious neito monoma.

note: i tried. i’m an amateur writer and my somewhat decent writing skills have failed me today. monoma is so ooc but i wanted to write for him regardless. neito monoma, they could neva make me hate you. 😞🫵

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lovestruck!touya todoroki/dabi x g/n reader

a/n || poorly written angst, gender neutral reader, hurt no comfort, no specific setting, mention of injury

thinking about lovestruck!touya todoroki who watches you live life freely.

lovestruck!touya todoroki who loved you from the start. you’re so animated, full of life. you were stark contrast to his troubled past. of course, he knew you had your fair share of troubles. he wasn’t stupid. what did you take him for? kissing his wounds, bandaging them up ever so gently. you kindly scolded him. something he would mock your for often, calling you a “superficial creature” who didn’t know what to do but blindy trust others. well, he was grateful he was one of those people you trusted.

lovestruck!touya todoroki who denies his inevitable feelings for you. but who could blame you? a small spark can turn into a great wildfire. in all honestly, he didn’t notice you at first. he was too caught up in his revenge against endeavor, or at least he tried to convince himself. he doesn’t care, especially not when you get hurt. seeing you all bloodied up doesn’t bother him. you were just a pest getting in his way. right? wrong.

lovestruck!touya todoroki who finally acknowledges his feelings when he realizes you care. well, being in the league of villains, he knew the others cared about him. but you were different. not the, “stand out” type of different, but the subtle difference only his subconscious mind could pick up. it frustrated him, every irritating moment of his infuriating life. at times, he had to remind himself he killed many. you with your genuine intentions would never accept him for him. to him, he was dabi. to you, he was touya.

lovestruck!touya todoroki crying into your arms with a stupid grin on his face. he nearly escaped death, his blinding white hair fell against your shoulders. he was numb to most feelings, yet he was aware. so what was this? what was this unknown feeling tugging at his ruined heart? “shh, it’ll be okay.” you sweetly whispered in his ear. your warmth wasn’t the kind that burned. the heat radiating from both of your bodies intertwined wasn’t like the bright blue blaze he was used to. it was something that wouldn’t burn to ashes. it was a fire he could tend to. if only you would let him… touya thought.

lovestruck!touya todoroki who’s by your side when your within death’s reach. he wouldn’t beg, not at a time like this. he knew humans were fragile. and in a world with quirks, many were strong. but during death, people would return to what they once were. nothing. seeing you in pain, and with a bright smile on your face made his heart ache. “why?” he asked, returning your weak smile. “why?!” his tears dripped onto yours. he demanded an answer, but all you did was caress his cheek, smoothing over his burn scars. he took his hand in yours, awaiting a response. before you could muster a word, your hand fell limp. and for once, he hated, no, despised villains. they took away you, his love. with your lifeless body in his hands, he vowed never to be vulnerable again. he wouldn’t let anyone like you burn his heart to a crisp.

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、☆ soleil was first seen during a meteor shower. many believe she’s a star which dropped down from the sky. soleil is a renowned poet known for a variety of fanfics! she’s open to requests but wishes you read her rules first.

about me ₊˚⊹ᰔ

amateaur writer and artist, she/her, tropey fanfics, smaus, writes for minor characters, 19

hobbies: anime, drawing, writing, video games

interests: mha, genshin impact, pjsk, assassination classroom

loves: partially cloudy weather, fictional characters, pudding

my name is soleil, but you can call me sol! i’m fairly new to writing fics, and i mainly write for mha and genshin impact. i kin hitoshi shinso, tomura shigaraki, and hawks. i will write for almost anyone! however, no nsfw content. suggestive content is allowed. be courteous when making requests.

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thinking of high school sweetheart!kirishima who can’t help but stare when you giggle with your friends.

a/n || fem! reader, no war au, two oblivious idiots in love with each other,

high school sweetheart!kirishima when others make you laugh instead of him. dammit. he wish he was the one making you smile. but for now, as your classmate, he wants to respect your boundaries as he watches you from afar. you snap him out of his daydreaming by greeting him with a nonchalant and effortlessly cheeky grin. “eijirou, whatcha thinking about? hmm?” you say, poking his cheek. the sudden touch made blood rush to his face. “you, pretty girl,” he laughs. he then freezes. an uncomfortable sensation washes over him as he realizes he said what he was thinking. he slowly turned to you, watching your smile drop. “eh?” you say with a confuse look, leaning on his desk. he mumbled a few sorries, but before he could say anything else, mina dragged you away.

high school sweetheart!kirishima when your attentions shift to others. “y/n! we have training with aizawa sensei! did you seriously forget? you usually remember,” mina smirks. before dragging you away she froze, looking at kirishima’s reddended expression and then at you. you couldn’t help but contain your smile. “WHAT?! he confessed to you already? it’s just like what you were daydreaming earl-” kirishima’s tensed body relaxed as he smirked. around you, he was soft. he felt secure, and stable. in a world where he had to constantly fight against villains, you were his comfort. and sure, he felt ashamed of it at times, and he would never admit it to himself. he likes you. no, he loves you. he loves your precious grin, your undeniable kindness, and loyalty to your friends. you were a sweet, genuine girl he could trust. you were someone he wanted to spend the rest of his days with. maybe he was stupid for thinking this. after all, he was just in high school. but if it wasn’t going to last, so be it. he had to take his chance.

high school sweetheart!kirishima when he gathers the courage to talk to you, his longtime crush.“y/n, can we talk?” mina paused as you started at kirishima, nodding your head sheepishly. you two were somewhat close, talking now and then. in your eyes, his bravery and strength was something to be admired. but more than that, you valued how he treated others. you didn’t feel left out. he made sure you were included, that you felt wanted. you were too scared to make a move, after all, what if he didn’t feel the same and it was just the delusions again?

high school sweetheart!kirishima who is scared of rejection, knowing he’ll always love you. you forgot kirishima was still waiting for your response, shaking your head. kirishima frowned, thinking you shook your head to his question. “ah, no! i didn’t mean it like that,” you rubbed your head nervously. by this time, mina had already sauntered off elsewhere, giving you two some much deserved privacy. there it was again. your subtle, yet adorable movements that made his heart pound. he led you outside of school grounds, leading your soft and delicate hands to a secluded area with a gingham blanket draped over a small patch of grass.

high school sweetheart!kirishima who awaits your response to his (indirect) confession.“y/n, do you trust me?” kirishima asked, the anxiety building up in his chest for years started to swell, just like in a classic rom-com movie you two would often watch together. “do you trust me?” he finally asked. you paused for a moment, racking your brain as you tried to find a proper response. “duh, why wouldn’t i?” you laughed. he turned his head to you as you settled your gaze on the sunset, falling cherry blossoms obscuring your vision before you turned your head towards your (potential) lover. “no, really. i need to know y/n.” at this point, your hands were intertwined with his. you didn’t even realize. it just felt so… so natural. “y/n? how come you’re so quiet? am i saying something wrong, if so i’m really-”

high school sweetheart!kirishima who couldn’t be happier to call you his. “please stop talking, idiot.” your grinned, leaning in for a kiss. before you could, his lips met yours first. for once in his life, kirishima felt that he had a chance. maybe it wasn’t as grand as becoming a pro hero, but beautiful moments like these were something he would cherish forever. his slightly grown out red hair brushed against your collarbone. you leaned it for another kiss. “greedy, are we princess?” he laughed, matching your bright personality he adored so much. “shut up and kiss me. i’ve been waiting so long for this moment…” you playfully nudge him on the shoulder. “why wouldn’t i? sweetheart.”

note: this is def a story you told your grandkids! >_<