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[starlitrays]

SAFEHOUSE

starring. shota aizawa x gn!reader

summary. what happens when pro hero eraserhead, also an old flame, shows up on your doorstep, beaten and bruised and a little bloody, telling you he needs your help?

content. use of 'y/n' and 'l/n' for last name, blood descriptions, patch up descriptions bc i have first aid, emt & basic life support training, reader's quirk is 'total immunity' meaning the only way they can die is of old age although idk how relevant it is, reader and aizawa used to be kinda together, 'who did this to you?' but reader says it

a/n. can you tell yet that i'm an oxford comma lover?? | also part 2?? maybe?

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You should've gone to sleep hours ago. But you kept telling yourself, one more episode, which had become the rest of the second season of a show you were starting to hyper fixate on. You had the next day off, and whenever you did, you had a tendency to be more lenient with your bedtime, even when you regretted it in the morning with more cups of caffeine than even you deemed healthy.

Blinking hurt a little bit, your eyes dry from having been glued to you laptop screen. Your fingers mindlessly floated over to the trackpad, and you tapped it, pausing the episode. With a heavy sigh, you tilted your neck to either side, effectively popping the bones.

When you felt a dry tickle in the back of your throat, you looked off into the dimly lit space of your bedroom. The only light was from your laptop and a bedside lamp on your nightstand. Without the sound effects and voices of the characters in your new show leaving your laptop speakers, your home felt extremely quiet.

That tickle again came back to irk you again, and you realised you needed water. Setting your laptop aside, you pushed the bunch of blankets that lay over your lap to the side, swinging your legs over and off your bed. You yawned, reaching for your phone on your nightstand.

You blinked a couple times as your eyes tried to adjust to staring into the brightest light source in the room. 2:38 AM. Shaking your head at yourself, you pushed yourself out of your bed.

Using your lockscreen as a flashlight, you opened your bedroom door, shining the light down the hall. It seemed dimmer when you used it like this. Still, you stepped out of your bedroom, venturing into the darkness. It was still your space, and you trusted that you wouldn't be jump scared by anything.

You walked down your hallway, glancing into your bathroom out of habit as you reached the main area. To your right was the entryway and living room, and to your left, the kitchen and dining area. In quick strides you made your way into your kitchen, opening the cupboard just to the left of your sink. You reach for a glass and pull it down, setting it on the counter with your hand still around it while your other hand reaches forward to the faucet handle, turning it to set the water as cold as possible.

As you fill your glass, you start to feel that something is off. The air is so still, almost to the point you think you can see the dust floating around in the dark. You look around, but end up shaking your head, chalking it up to being up too late. You look down and see the glass just over half full and call it good, bringing it up to your mouth. First, small sips of the cold liquid, and then a gulp of it down your throat.

”Better.” You mumble into the air, staring at the closed sheer curtains that hang over the window over your kitchen sink.

Then there's a knock at your front door. Well, it's not so much a knock and more so a bang-like sound. Several bangs, actually. It made you flinch– jump a little bit where you stood. You set your glass on the counter and just stared at the door, unsure of how to proceed.

You heard words through the door, although you couldn't make out what they were with the distance you had from the entry point. But something persuaded you to go over to your door. You reached for the handle, and then paused when you heard a sound. A groan.

”Who is it?” You asked through the door, your hand hovering just over the lock mechanism.

”It's shit-” The voice is strained, but you recognise it immediately. ”Shota.” It's your ex. Sort of. There was history, but you didn't end on bad terms. you both just outgrew your relationship at the time. You still cared for him deeply though, and the next bit was a no brainer.

You unlock the door and pull it open, your eyes taking in the entirety of the man before you, who's leaning against the frame of the door with his free hand clutching at his side. You knew he was a hero, Eraserhead, and how he was dressed reflected that he had just been doing something related to hero work. His dark hair fell just past his shoulders, and he looked tired, the scars on his face emphasising the exhaustion. Although bigger than anything, you could see he was bleeding. The hand holding his side had blood all over it.

”Sorry (L/n), I didn't have anywhere else-” He groaned, and your eyes shot up from his injury to his eyes. Shota took a step forward, and you instinctively reached for him, helping him stay upright. ”to go.” He managed out, and you nodded. You guided the man inside and against the nearest wall, shutting the door behind him.

”Stay here. I promise I'll be right back.” You tell him, letting go of him. Despite the late hour and the shock of it all, you still had a moment of thinking about his blood staining your furniture. Just before you turn down the hall, you pause. ”And Shota? It's (Y/n), you know that.” Shota smiles at your words as you disappear down the hallway.

You're quick to walk to the hallway's linen closet, pulling out two bath towels you save for guests and a sheet set that you can easily replace. Gently kicking the closet's door shut with your foot, you make your way back to the main area of your home and start to lay the sheet set over one of your sofas, the towels going down shortly after.

Then you stand upright and guide Shota, one arm around his upper back, over to the sofa to lay down. ”I got you.” You repeat to him a few times when he resists letting go of you as you try to lay him down. When you feel his body tense and relax and tense and relax as he lets go of you, you sigh.

”Thank you (L/n)- (Y/n).” Shota corrects himself, short grunts leaving his lips as he tries to readjust to get comfortable.

”Don't thank me yet, you're still bleeding out.” You dry laugh, before looking around the open space. The time you spent with the underground hero years prior had taught you some things. For example, to be aware of your surroundings. You stood up straight and double checked all of the windows were locked, as well as the front door, and you only turned on one lamp in your living room.

You were about to head back down the hall for the bathroom when Shota spoke again, making you stop in your tracks to listen to him. When you realised he was speaking quietly, probably to himself, you moved on, taking quick strides in your bathroom. Your hands moved quickly to light switch, flicking it on, and then to the cabinet under the sink, reaching for your intensive first aid kit or, you supposed it would be better classified as a basic life support kit. Another thing you'd learned, or adapted from, your time with Shota in the past. As you got upright again, you looked at yourself in the mirror. All sleep had disappeared from your eyes, your breathing was laboured, and your hands were, surprising stable. You weren't sure when you picked up the ability to make your hands stop shaking but if you had to take a guess? He was in your living room right now.

When you kneeled on the rug beside the sofa Shota was on, you tried to steady your breathing, although it was a little difficult with how worrying the entire situation was.

”What happened?” You asked as you began to open the medical kit, your eyes moving to his for just second.

Shota chuckled, and as strained as it was, it was comforting. After all, at least he wasn't dead.

”Was the hero get-up not enough of an indicator?” He asks as you begin to remove his hands from his injury, instead opting to press some of the dressing from your medical kit to his wound. From the times you'd patched both Shota and some of his associates up before, you'd worked as a well oiled machine together. This time was no different. Right as you lifted one hand from the dressing, he took over, using his own hand to press the dressing.

”You're gonna give me a better explanation in the morning.” You tell him sternly. A man, an old flame nonetheless, shows up your doorstep bloody and about to croak and you're supposed to not want to know what happened?

Shota's eyes fell to you. You looked worried. Worried about him. ”Of course.” He mutters, moving slowly as he tries to help you by raising his body to help him get his shirt and scarf off him. He still keeps his mouth mostly closed, his teeth grit together as he breathes out between them.

You begin to pack the dressing with more once you see that he's starting to bleed through the first set, and you start to notice that you aren't crying. You aren't tearing up like you used to on the occasion Shota got injured. Of course, you could feel the warmth of tears behind your eyes, threatening to attempt a fall, but you were focused. The only indication of possible tears was how you sniffled every couple of minutes.

Reaching into the medical supplies, you pick up and move around various items until you find it. The needle and sterilised sutures. With those ready to go, you got up again, running to your kitchen for any kind of alcohol you had on hand. The first bottle you found was of an older scotch. A good one. Regardless, you didn't think twice before bringing it back to the rug you sat on.

Shota's eyes followed you around as you moved. He tried to mentally prepare himself for the pain the scotch would cause him.

”This is gonna hurt.” Shota can only nod along with your words, shutting his eyes momentarily. He purses his lips together as he releases the dressing and you begin to pour the alcohol around and over his wound.

As you tilt the bottle upright, you go to set it back down but hesitate.

”You want a sip?” You ask, and Shota's eyes open. ”This next part is gonna hurt too.” You gesture over to the stitching equipment you have.

He smiles. ”Sure.”

You smile back at him for just a moment, and then you bring the bottle up to his face and tilt it over, only pulling it back and setting it aside when he used his hand to push at your hand.

Your hands go for the needle and sutures, and you shake your head. A mental way of making sure you weren't sleepy anymore.

When you cut the end of the stitch, you and Shota both sighed simultaneously, and then you took a sip of the scotch yourself.

Next was the bandages. You had several types, but ended up with two kinds in hand. The first was easy to press on, it was just a large sheet of gauze with something tape-like around it. The other kind started with a sticky end so it could be applied directly on the skin.

”Alright.” You mumble, partially to yourself, partially to nobody, and partially to Shota as you stick one end of the second bandage to his bare torso and you start to pull it around him. Shota again lifts his body to help you, and you wrap it around him twice, cutting it with some freedom to tuck and tie the ends until you were sure it would stay in place.

You sit back on the floor with your legs tucked to the side, leaning against your coffee table at the same time Shota lets himself relax back into the sheet and towel covered cushions of your sofa.

Through your heavy breathing, with your eyes on Shota, you find it in you somewhere to laugh a little bit.

”Did you want a shirt now?” You ask, already about to stand up.

Shota looks at you a little bit confused. ”Not be rude (Y/n), but I don't think your shirts are gonna fit me.”

”No, Shota of course not. But you never came back for your stuff.”

”You still have it?” He's a little... confused? Baffled maybe? It's been years, why would you still have his clothes? Whatever the emotion is, it shows on his face.

”Have you ever known me to get rid of anything comfortable?”

Of course. He chuckles, sucking in air through his teeth at the end, his hand instinctively coming to rest just over his injury.

”In that case, would you also grab me a pair of my sweats?” He asked, smiling up at you. You only nod before you disappear from his peripheral vision. Why did you guys stop seeing each other again?

”Are you alright?” You asked when you returned to him, shirt and pants folded neatly over each other in a pile. To most, that question in this context seemed odd. But in the moment, it made sense. Shota blinks a few times in the dimly lit room.

”I will be. Do you have eyedr-” He stops speaking when his eyes flick to you and you're already holding the familiar bottle of eyedrops out to him. It's the brand he'd told you forever ago that he preferred, and it'd sat in your mini surgery kit ever since then.

”Come to my room after you change?” You mean it more as a direction, and Shota nods a yes to you. ”If you need help, call.” You tell him before scurrying back off to your bedroom.

Your eyes scanned the room up and down, from left to right, picking up the little messes scattered about the space. First a couple of socks that were strewn about, moved to a hamper. Then your laptop, you shut it down and put it on its charger. Third, you went to your linen closet and grabbed a couple of extra pillows for the other side of your bed.

”(Y/n)?” Shota called out, and you turned to the hallway, getting back to him quickly.

Without exchanging many words, you helped Shota sit and stand up, looping your arm around his middle and his arm around your shoulder. The walk back to your room felt slower, but you were still considerate as you could be.

When you get into your room Shota stopped walking for a moment, so you do too. He looks around the bedroom, and you look at him. He's not judging it, just observing it. After all, it's your private spac, your territory. Just as soon as the man picked up his feet again, you moved with him, walking him over to the side of the bed you don't sleep on.

He starts to let go of you, sitting down on the mattress. Carefully, you let him lie down on his own, still standing just beside him, just in case.

”You should consider being a nurse.” Shota tells you with a smile.

You half-smile at him, a small laugh escaping you. ”I've got my hands full enough with you, Eraserhead.” You emphasise his hero name, which makes the both of you chuckle. ”Especially if these visits are going to become a thing.”

Shota almost rolled his eyes, instead opting to wave away your words with his hand. ”I'll try not to make them a habit.”

”Good.” You respond, with a smile on your face as you help him get comfortable with the blankets and comforter on your bed. ”You good?” He nods and you retire to your usual side of your bed.

”Shota?” He's always liked the way his name sounds coming from you.

”Hm?”

”I was serious about that explanation in the morning.” You remind him, and he smiles, although you can't see it with how you're turned towards your nightstand at the moment.

”I'll make sure to leave a note.”

You turn your head to face him with a frown. ”A note? Absolutely not. Even if I didn't want the explanation I have to replace your bandages.” You scoff.

At first he doesn't say anything, he just smiles. ”I'm glad you were awake. I missed you.” He says, and you just look at him for a moment, a little stunned.

You wanted to say more, but instead only hummed in acknowledgment. There was so much to say, to talk about, but the adrenaline was wearing off, and you were getting increasingly more tired as the late night turned early morning wore on.

You watched Shota turn over. ”Thank you again, (Y/n).” His voice is quieter, and you smile before turning off your bedside lamp and trying to get some sleep yourself.

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[starlitrays]

KNOW YOUR AUDIENCE

starring. pro hero!katsuki bakugo x pro hero!gn!reader

summary. set several months into the fake relationship, bakugo doesn't really like you and you tolerate him, but you both know how to appease an audience | 1.7k words

content. fake dating (obvi), second person pov, bakugo having conflicting feelings, use of 'y/n' and 'l/n' for last name, fluff if you squint, x is still twitter bc i said so, reader has a pet cat, this feels choppy to me

a/n. first time writing in awhile AND first fic post AND and i didn't fully get into the flow until i was almost done so be patient i might rewrite this after awhile

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The cameras ate up every helping you two gave them. You and Katsuki were extremely lovey dovey around the cameras no matter where they were, but when there wasn't a camera or paparazzi or a fan around you two, neither of you said much.

It had been arranged by your managers without much input from either of you, to fake date, that is. It was for approval ratings, popularity polls, and although you individually did well enough on your own, together you shot up the charts. Neither of you particularly liked each other but you could be civil to each other, and you knew how to play a camera, so it was working out well.

Now you sat, thigh to thigh next to Katsuki with his left hand held in your lap with both of your hands, smiling at the interviewer talking to the two of you. He wasn't smiling, although that was normal. The crowd, filled with live audience members and other paparazzi looking for the perfect shot, stared in awe at the perfect couple the two of you were.

When the interviewer would ask a question, you'd turn and wait for Katsuki to say something first, and if he didn't or he turned to face you, that meant it was your turn to answer the question.

”Now, there is one question that a lot of your individual and combined fans have been asking a lot lately.” The interviewer, Notaui, began, although he paused, waiting for some kind of approval from the two of you.

You started to nod a yes, and Katsuki spoke up. ”Go on.” He sounded annoyed. He always sounded annoyed though, and you were internally rolling your eyes, although that never poked through to your facial expression. Pure focus in media and PR training had taught you how to maintain an expression while feeling something else entirely.

”Can we expect to hear of a save the date anytime in the near future?” Notaui lifted his brows up at the happy couple. You turn your head to Katsuki, but he freezes, and you squeeze his hand, letting him know you would take care of it. After all, this was bound to come up eventually, and you were prepared.

”Notaui c'mon, wouldn't that ruin the surprise of a proposal?” You say with a laugh, getting the attention off Katsuki for a few moments. At the sound of your laugh, your counterpart dry laughs right along with you. You didn't need a quirk to feel the realisation of the stupidity of the question ripple through the audience. ”Besides we're in no hurry.” You continue, turning and smiling at the crowd with a wink.

The answer you gave was perfect, Katsuki knew that. He also knew that his manager would praise him for letting you handle it, but it still pissed him off a little bit, even if the rewards got him exactly where he'd wanted to be since he decided he wanted to be a pro hero.

Notaui cleared his throat, and his cheeks got a little rosy out of what most would assume was embarrassment, but you could tell, it was disappointment from not getting the answer the producers wanted.

”You just say when.” Notaui laughed, winking at the camera. It made both you and Katsuki question how this guy got his own show, but nobody knew that. ”Oh and guess what, that's time.” He announced, telling you, Katsuki and the audience that the segment of you two sitting there looking perfect, was over.

Katsuki stood up before you did, and with your hands holding his, you were quick to follow suit.

You walked over to Notaui, releasing Katsuki’s hand to shake his, politely thanking him for having the two of you on. Katsuki didn’t shake the guy’s hand, instead just nodding along with your words before ushering off the stage just behind you, barely sparing a second glance at the audience you smiled and waved at. Still, you smiled as you politely thanked all of the behind the scenes crew, just like your manager had told you while Katsuki floated around you, hands in his pockets. 

When you two finally managed your way into the elevator and the doors shut, you both let our heavy sighs almost simultaneously. You glanced over at Katsuki, who had looked over to you at the same time. We’re spending too much time together. You thought to yourself, eyes returning to anything but him.

The ding of the elevator had your smile returning and your hand reaching for Katsuki’s for just a moment longer as you left the building, where a car had been pulled around for you both. Letting go of his hand, you reached forward, pulling the back door open before sliding all the way over to the farthest seat. Katsuki got in, sitting closest to the door he pulled shut. This left just the middle seat between you two.

“Well that was bullshit.” Katsuki muttered, arms crossed while his eyes glared out the tinted window. You turned your head to him momentarily, rolling your eyes as your head turned back to looking out your own window.

“For once I agree with you.” You responded, reaching into your purse for your phone. It’d become routine now, to check your phone after every time you and Katsuki would go out together. First you open your messages, giving a thumbs up response to your manager’s text about doing great. Then you read your mom’s text about how proud she and your father were to see you on TV, which you half-smile at. They didn’t know your relationship with Katsuki wasn’t real. Your mom gets a ‘thanks mom :)’ text back, and you close out of your texts.

Deciding against checking your email, you click on the blue icon with a white bird on it. You ignore the top tweets in your timeline, moving over to the explore page. There it is.

“We’re trending again.” You say into the air, eyes never leaving your phone screen. Katsuki just hums in response. You tap the trending tag, scrolling through tweet after tweet. Of course there were a few people who hated you, or Katsuki, or both of you, but most of the tweets were big hero culture news outlets and fans raving about you guys. Sometimes you did feel a little guilty about the whole thing. Making people happy made you happy, but it’s not like any of it is true. Regardless, you go ahead and like some of the fan tweets. 

Katsuki leans his head back against the headrest of his seat. He mumbles something under his breath and you turn to him. “What?” You ask him, eyes scanning his face.

He huffs, desperately willing himself not to roll his eyes as he always does. “I said, you’re too good at this, (L/n). Better than you should be, anyways.” He says, looking away from you. You quirk a brow up at him. “I mean-” He pauses, as if thinking over his words. “how are you always so cheerful with the fans and press?” The questions echoes in your ears.

“Easy. I think about going home.” You responded, more nonchalantly than you left. Of course the lie was tiring, but being in your own bed, surrounding by blankets and pillows and your cat Zero, his different fur colours always keeping him quite clear in your vision in contrast to the shades of your bedding as your eyes scan over the screen of your laptop, giggling at the youtube video displayed on the screen. 

Katsuki looks at you.. oddly? It’s almost a scowl, but not quite. It’s almost like he’s simply displeased. You stare right back at him and pull your lips tight together, silently reiterating your words. He grunts in response, it’s his nonverbal version of ‘okay.’ 

As the driver rounds the last corner before your apartment, you notice something in your peripheral vision. Was that..? You question, eyes looking into the driver’s rear view mirror. You can’t be sure of what you’re seeing since the angle is meant for the driver, not a passenger, but when the car stops just outside the carpark of your apartment complex, you take the chance to glance back as your readjust in your seat, gathering your purse and looking around for anything else you may have left behind in the car. Cameras. You were seeing cameras, maybe they were fans, maybe they were paparazzi, that you couldn’t tell. 

You reached for the door handle, when you felt your phone buzz. Sighing shortly, you reach for your phone, a text from your manager being the sole notification at the bottom of the screen. Without clicking it, your Face ID unlocks your phone, switching the text from a new message notification, to showing the contents of the text. It tells you that there are eyes on you and Katsuki which, granted, you knew, but it always made you shiver at how she always knew.

While you didn’t like the idea of inviting a man prone to outbursts into your safe haven, you still acted immediately. You couldn’t help how your media-trained mind worked. “Give me your jacket and come with me.” You say into the air, words clearly meant for Katsuki and he looks over to you from the window, confused while you typed back an ‘okay’ text to your manager.

When he didn’t move immediately, you lifted your eyes from the screen and looked at him. “Bakugo, now.” You told him, eyes looking at him almost as if he was crazy. Katsuki began to shed his jacket, handing it over to you with a frown. 

“Why am I going with you?” He asks, rolling his shoulders back. You start to drape the jacket over your shoulders.

“I’ll tell you when we get upstairs.” You huff, offering your hand out to him. “Ready?” 

All he does is slide his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers with a nod and a grunt.

Oh the things you do to remain at the top.

© 2024 starlitrays

[starlitrays]

STRINGS OF ATTACHMENT

starring. pro hero!hanta sero x ex!gn!reader

summary. despite being broken up with your boyfriend, hanta, you find yourself at his apartment far more often than you should, and this time he says something you weren't expecting

content. use of 'y/n' and 'l/n' for last name, hookup themes, mentions of poor mental health, sero and reader are both over 20 just for the purpose of the storyline making sense, angsty, implied sex, post-sex angst

a/n. this is like the extent of straight up mentioning sex i'll do lmfao

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Staring at the wall, your eyes felt widened, but they weren't. Why were you here, again? You were already mentally kicking yourself.

You and Hanta had broken up months ago when things got toxic; he got busy with hero work and wasn't home enough, you were starting to get depressed and anxious and couldn't communicate what was wrong, and eventually, you started to argue. The realisation was made after the third week of arguing every other night that you'd both be better off on your own.

And really, you planned on turning over a new leaf. You swear you did! Unfortunately, that didn't last very long. You don't even know how it happened – the texting the other to come over and satiate your needs. But it was just sex though, right? Nothing more.

Now you lay wrapped up in the sheets of your ex-boyfriend's bed, one of his arms wrapped snugly around your middle, the other outstretched under your neck.

”(Y/n)?” Hanta's voice rang through your ears, and your fingers stuttered tracing lines on his arm. You weren't sure how long you'd been laying with him, turned over facing away with him with your head on one of his pillows.

You only hummed in response, not quite sure you were ready for the silence to be over.

”Do you ever wish we could, you know,” He pauses, pursing his lips together. Not that you could see it happen, but you knew. ”go back?”

What? You knew what he meant, but you didn't really want to answer. You take a deep breath, but you don't say anything.

”Like–” You hear Hanta sigh before his arms slithers away from your body he turns onto his side, holding his torso up on his elbow. He's facing your back, and he wants nothing more than to reach out and trail patterns into your back like he used to, to press kisses your shoulders, but he isn't sure whether he'd be met with hostility or not. ”to before we broke up.” He mutters.

Reluctantly, and with a mental curse to yourself, what is wrong with you?, you turn onto your back. You don't look at him, eyes glued to the ceiling, trying to make it the most interesting thing in the room.

”What do you mean?” You ask, letting out a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

Hanta almost, almost smiles when you turn over. He almost, almost reaches to put his hand over your stomach. Then when your eyes don't travel to him, he straightens up.

”I just mean, you know.. do you ever think about it?” The question hangs heavy in the air, your lips pursing together. ”Do you ever wish we– or you, could go back to the moment it all went wrong? And just, fix it?”

”'Cause I do.” He says, letting his head fall as he looks down to the sheets, where he's starting playing the tips of his fingers.

Then there's silence. You turn your head to look at him. He just looks so sad. Your voice snaps him out of his moment of self-wallowing dread.

”Do we even know when that was?” Oh. That was not the response he was hoping for. But on the other hand, he didn't know the exact moment, the exact day, the exact argument when it all went wrong.

When Hanta looked up, his eyes were drawn to yours, which stared right back at him. He tried to look away, but your eyes were like magnets to his, making him unable to tear his eyes away.

”I, uhm.” Hanta's tripping over his words. God, he always got so lost in your eyes. ”I suppose not.”

Another ”hm” from you, and your head turning back to stare at the ceiling, allows him to blink a few times, looking anywhere but you. It allows him to breathe again, fully.

After a few moments, you start to sit up, hugging his sheet close to your chest, as if he hadn't seen you bare several times over.

”Listen I'm uhm,” You start, turning to look at him. ”I'm gonna go, I think.” You say, awkward smile on your face.

Hanta only nods, his eyes scanning over your face, committing every detail to memory. You'll be back in less than a month, you always are, but he always worries that this time will be the last time.

”Oh, okay.” He mutters, but you're already getting out of his bed, wandering to his bathroom that you're all too well acquainted with.

He lets himself fall back into his bed on his back, heavy breath leaving his body. Where did everything go so wrong?

© 2024 starlitrays

[starlitrays]

GIRL OF MY DREAMS

starring. mina ashido x fem!reader

summary. you fall for your best friend during your time at ua, but nothing ever comes of it, and you still think of her

content. angst, comfort first then hurt, implied fem!reader since it's meant to be queer angst, use of 'y/n' and 'l/n' for last name, hand sewing headcanon for mina, mutual pining at the end, oblivious reader and oblivious character

a/n. again, feels choppy to me but i wanted to post

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She was one of your best friends, and she was perfect. You were in support courses and had ended up at the same hero agency internship. You saw her first, and she was beautiful, but you didn't say hi first. It wasn't that you were overly nervous or shy, but you didn't think someone in the hero courses would really be interested in being friends with you.

Then one day, there was a tap on your shoulder while you were reading on the UA campus after your classes were done. ”Hm?” Your hummed as your head began to turn, your eyes finishing the paragraph you were reading before traveling to the source of interruption. Oh!

”(Y/n) (L/n) right?” Mina paused and you nodded your head. She smiles, bowing her upper half. ”I'm Mina. Mina Ashido.” She introduced herself, and for a moment you just stared at her, before you realised you were probably staring too long and your eyes focused on her face, and with a smile you stood up, bowing back to her.

”Nice to meet you, Ashido.” You said, holding your book in your hand with your index finger holding it slightly open to where you left off.

”Call me Mina.” She replied, and she didn't give you time to respond before pointing to the book in your hand, your eyes following the direction of her finger. ”Whatcha reading?”

That's how it started. A conversation about a book you were reading. You tried to keep in concise, but Mina was interested, and asked questions about it. It felt nice to finally talk to someone about something you enjoyed. Before she left to meet her main friend group, she asked for your number which you happily gave her, and she promised to text you once she got back to her dorm that night. And she did.

That night, you and Mina texted until midnight about everything from class drama to pros and cons of the hero course vs the support course to goals after UA.

Over the next several weeks, you and Mina start to go to lunch together sometimes, from once a week to three times a week, and when you told her she didn't have to hangout with you, that she could go off with her friend group and that you'd be fine, she just smiled and told you she liked hanging out with you, and that you guys were actually helping her by giving her a break from them considering they're majority boys.

The first time Mina called you by your first name was the first time you snuck out and stayed out past curfew with her.

”Was the support course your first choice?” She'd asked, idling swinging her legs in the air from the swing she was on. Her eyes moved up from the sawdust covering the playgrounds' floor up to your eyes, where you were looking right back at her.

Nobody had ever asked you that. In fact, after awhile you'd forgotten overall that it hadn't been your first choice, sort of. You glanced away from her, looking into the dark sky. ”No, I suppose not.” Your hands moved along the cold chainlink that held your swing up. ”I mean, when I actually was applying to UA it was.”

When Mina didn't say anything, you took that as a cue to continue. ”When I was little I wanted to be a hero. Then at some point I realised I wasn't cut out for it. But I still really wanted to attend UA. I think the dream was more so UA than actually being a hero.” You paused and then dry laughed. ”I don't know if that made any sense, I might sound crazy.”

The air around you felt stiller than ever when Mina didn't speak for a moment. ”Mina?” You asked, eyes finding her face once again. Even under the street lights glow, she was beautiful.

”For the record, I think you'd make a great hero, (Y/n).” She almost whispered it. It made your heart skip a beat, and you gulped.

You had been swinging back and forth a little bit, and you set your foot down onto the ground to stop as much. ”Thanks Mina.” You gave her a small smile.

For a second as you turned to look down at the sawdust around your shoes, you could've sworn you saw her blush out of the corner of your eye. Must've been wishful thinking.

”Oh, support is meeting early in the morning. Can we head back now?” You asked into the air.

”Yeah, of course.” Mina replied, and stood up, taking two steps over to you with a hand offered out to you. Taking her hand in yours, you stood up and began walking back to UA. It wasn't running or speed walking, there was no rush. Her fingers glided against yours until your fingers interlocked with hers, her thumb circling around yours.

Even as you walked, hands together, your shoulders would consistently bump each other as you two walked close together, and you could smell her shampoo which was steadily becoming a very grounding smell.

A few months after that you found yourself working in one of UA's engineering labs, working away at a personal pet project. You had earbuds in, so you didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind you. Sometimes Mina would come visit you when you worked so when you felt a tap on your shoulder you just kind of expected it to be her. You tried to hide the slight disappointment on your face when you stood up straight and turned around, and it wasn't her.

Standing in front of you was a boy, taller than you and Mina. His hair was red and spiked upwards, and his eyes matched the colour. He looked familiar but you couldn't place where you'd seen him in the moment. Pulling your earbuds out, you set aside the tool you were using.

”Uhm, hi, can I help you?” You asked him, holding the earbud cords over your palm.

”(L/n)? I'm Kirishima. I'm in 1A,” Oh. That's where you knew him from. ”Mina said you could help me with some issues I'm having with my gear? She said you were the best.” Oh?

Suddenly, the previous disappointment was gone. You began to nod at the boy. ”She did? I don't know about the best but yeah I can help, what's up?”

The rest of that day, you were happy, and when Mina asked about that evening for your study session, you couldn't explain it to her.

Memories like those made her feel like a distant memory, although she was always on your mind. Graduation was a few years back, and as much as you tried to keep in touch with Mina, she was busy. You understood, of course, but it still hurt.

There'd been so many support class graduates that there was less need for the engineering kids to work at hero agencies, and you'd found work in a local car shop, applying your engineering into mechanics pretty easily. All the support contractors had their work cut out for them, but like you'd told Mina all those years ago; being a hero was never the dream. UA was the dream.

After UA, she was the dream. A recurring dream, maybe even haunting. Sometimes you'd get an email from Red Riot's agency, asking if you were free to meet with Kirishima to talk contracting, but you'd always come up with an excuse not to go. It always felt like a reinforcement that Mina would always be just out of your reach.

Seeing Mina, Pinky, on television was always such a bittersweet feeling to you. Of course, you were proud of her, but you also missed her like hell to the point sometimes you'd have to turn it off.

Sometimes you missed her so bad you'd go back to the cafe you and her frequented, or by her favourite fabric shop for her hand sewing projects. At least, it was her favourite when you went to UA. Maybe it was just the closest. Which shop was her favourite now? Did she even have time for the sewing projects she used to hold so dear? You tried not to think about it too much.

There were even times you'd go back to the playground at night, sit on your swing, look up at the dark sky, and you could swear you could smell her shampoo again, as if she'd just been there moment before you. Did she even use the same shampoo anymore?

You missed her more than anything in the world. It made you wish you'd said something when you were at UA.

You didn't know, but the answer was yes. She did use the same shampoo. Yes, she still enjoyed hand sewing, and yes that shop she loved was still her favourite. And she had been the park only moments before you, because despite not talking to you much, she did miss you. She thought of you quite often actually. But she blamed herself for letting communication between you two stop. Did you even have the same phone number? She knew you'd been turning down Kirishima's agency emails constantly, she worked there, so she knew you were still in the city. If she offered to do the agency email, and asked you to meet with her, would you say yes? Would you even want to talk to her? Did you settle down?

The questions were torturous as they danced through her mind, making her constantly ask herself why she ever let her schedule get so busy that her responses got to be less and less until you stopped texting her altogether.

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── ᵎᵎ ✦ | IZUKU MIDORIYA ;; " deku "

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── ᵎᵎ ✦ | SHOTO TODOROKI ;; " shoto "

SO THIS IS LOVE? – coming soon ! ↳ what happens when your best friend, shoto, tells you he wants to know what love is like and that he wants it to be you he shares it with

── ᵎᵎ ✦ | KATSUKI BAKUGO ;; " dynamight "

KNOW YOUR AUDIENCE – 1.7k words ↳ appeasing your fans and the press with your fake boyfriend, katsuki bakugo

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── ᵎᵎ ✦ | EIJIRO KIRISHIMA ;; " red riot "

FROM BREAKING CURFEW TO SETTING BEDTIMES – coming soon ! ↳ thinking about the early days of your relationship and friendship with your husband, eijiro

HEARTS OF GOLD, BOUND TO FIND ONE ANOTHER – coming soon ! ↳ just sunshine kirishima and slightly less sunshiney reader fluff

── ᵎᵎ ✦ | MINA ASHIDO ;; " pinky "

GIRL OF MY DREAMS – 1.6k words, ANGST ↳ pointlessly pining over mina, one of your best friends from ua who you don't talk to anymore

── ᵎᵎ ✦ | HANTA SERO ;; " cellophane "

STRINGS OF ATTACHMENT – 0.8k words, drabble, ANGST ↳ waking up in your exes bed again is already not something you're proud of, but why does he make it awkward?

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── ᵎᵎ ✦ | DENKI KAMINARI ;; " chargebolt "

ALWAYS, FOREVER – coming soon ! ↳ platonic fic where you help denki during a breakdown and comfort him afterwards

── ᵎᵎ ✦ | TENYA IIDA ;; " ingenium "

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── ᵎᵎ ✦ | HITOSHI SHINSO ;; " mind jack (?) "

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── ᵎᵎ ✦ | NEITO MONOMA ;; " phantom thief "

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── ᵎᵎ ✦ | MULTI & MISC

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── ᵎᵎ ✦ | SHŌTA AIZAWA ;; " eraserhead "

SAFEHOUSE – 2.8k words ↳ an old flame, shota aizawa, shows up on your doorstep needing medical attention

── ᵎᵎ ✦ | KEIGO TAKAMI ;; " hawks "

JUST MY PROBLEM – coming soon ! ↳ your situationship, keigo, can't seem to grasp that you truly care for his safety and wellbeing, or maybe he jsut doesn't care? who knows with him

── ᵎᵎ ✦ | TOMURA SHIGARAKI ;; " hand villain (?) "

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── ᵎᵎ ✦ | TOUYA TODOROKI ;; " dabi "

ON TOP OF THE WORLD – coming soon ! ↳ a moment of peace where everything just feels right

── ᵎᵎ ✦ | MULTI

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| MY HERO ACADEMIA

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