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daybreakx · 2 years ago

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✄ pairing: frenemie’s ex! Seonghwa x gn! reader.

✄ genre: strangers to lovers, angst, fluff.

✄ summary: when you agreed to go on a blind date, you didn’t expect it to be with your friend’s ex, and to make things worse, you didn’t expect to like him that much.

✄ word count: 4.9k

✄ warnings: it is said mc dates both men and women, mentions of food and drinks, hospitals, a broken wrist, mc being called names. this is unedited, please bear with my mistakes.

✄ a/n: this is for the leftovers collab by @dulceamar! this was so much fun, please do check out the other participants’ works!♡ also i am so so sorry this was so late.

✄ rule #2

You are being stood up on Valentine’s Day.

It’s not a big deal, though. Or so you try to make everyone think every time they sneak a glance at you, that ‘oh no, poor thing’ look on their faces before they whisper to their companion. You are being stood up on Valentine’s Day and so what?

Okay, maybe it is a big deal. Because everyone is staring at you, and you know that no matter how many glasses of sparkling water with lemon you order, the server is going to ask you to give up your table if you don’t order actual food. It doesn’t matter how bad they feel for you.

You want to kill San. That’s what you think about as you crush the little pieces of the free bread between two fingers, letting crumbs fall on your lap. To hell with keeping up a good appearance, who’s going to compliment you on it now, anyway? Certainly not San’s friend, the one who was supposed to be here thirty five minutes ago, attending the blind date which the former set up for you two.

Things always go wrong when you accept your friends’ attempts at getting you a partner. You had fallen victim to this project more than a couple times, when they promised they had found ‘just the right person’ for you. The first one was a guy who couldn’t and wouldn’t stop talking about himself at the dinner Mina set up for the two of you—which he made you pay for, along with his Uber back home. And then texted you that you weren’t as good looking as Mina had promised, so it was better that you never spoke again.

The next time it was a girl. She was pretty and you had a lot of things in common, she was funny and thought you attractive as well. But, she was also extremely in love with her ex. Yes you were attractive, but her ex had the prettiest eyes. Of course you were smart, but her ex had published articles in important magazines. And then she cried about her break up while you held her hand and ordered ice cream delivery for both of you.

But at least neither had put you through the humiliation of being stood up on the one holiday that celebrates love and looks down on people like you: single, loveless people.

“I am so sorry I’m late there was–” there’s a guy standing opposite you, one hand gripping the back of the chair tightly while he holds a small bouquet of half withered roses in the other. “y/n?”

You look up from the very angry, already three paragraph long text you’re writing to San. You guess he knows your name because San had to tell him, obviously. But there’s that particular way he says it that immediately has your eyes widening. There has to be thousands of people who share your name, and thousands who share his. So what are the chances that the guy who is standing in front of you, your date, is your friend’s ex?

“Oh,” you mutter, standing up awkwardly. Suddenly overly self-conscious about your crumb-filled lap. “Hi, Seonghwa.”

You understand why San has no idea why this is a problem. He barely knows Eunhee, he never saw her with Seonghwa, probably… He wouldn’t do this on purpose. Even you barely saw Seonghwa with Eunhee. Their relationship was lightning quick and pretty intense, if you are to believe Eunhee, who has a flair for the dramatic, and maybe to threading bits of lies in the big panorama of what actually happened.

You know Seonghwa from the couple of times he picked Eunhee up at work. The exchanges between you being a couple of ‘Hi, how are you?’s on too long lift rides to yours and Eunhee’s shared office.

“Sorry I’m late,” he repeats, the same recognition shining in his eyes. “I–there was a lot of work to do and–” Seonghwa doesn’t like throwing out excuses, but it’s the truth. And he already feels bad enough about making you wait.

“It’s alright,” you soothe, “I know.”

Seonghwa is on his way to become a Cardiologist, which already keeps him busy enough. You remember Eunhee complaining about it, how the only thing that matters to him is the hospital and other people’s hearts. Not hers.

You're surprised he’s even out of the hospital on Valentine’s Day. Guessing the doctors who have a higher ranking than he does are the ones who can leave.

He hands you the flowers, wincing as a few pink petals fall to the ground in a flutter. This is a mess, he knows. “Please,” he gestures to the chair.

“Actually,” you say, your lip moving slightly to the left, in a wince. This is inappropriate, isn’t it? There’s some kind of rule somewhere that says you’re not supposed to date your friends’ exes. The thought that those kinds of rules only apply to people in High School flashes through your mind, but you know it’s not like that. And Eunhee would never forgive you for this. “I think I should go.”

The people around you, the ones who have witnessed the night unfold, pause. They’re not even discreet about it, leaving the food halfway to their mouths to give you an ‘are you serious right now?’ look. They saw you on the brink of tears, drinking your sorry sparkling water and chewing on small pieces of bread, only to have a perfectly good looking guy finally show up and reject him.

You finally stare back at them. Because you’re not embarrassed anymore and frankly, they need to start minding their own business. It’s Valentine’s Day for goodness sake, can’t they focus on themselves? There’s probably an engagement ring hidden in tiramisu out there, you’re not supposed to be the main focus.

Seonghwa doesn’t think of himself as a mind reader. If he did—or if he was one— his personal relationships wouldn’t fail as often as they do. But he knows what you’re thinking even before you voice it: Eunhee. He is Eunhee’s ex, and you are Eunhee’s friend and there has to be some kind of rule somewhere that says you two can’t fraternize.

“Please stay,” he pleads gently. He’s already done the most to ruin your night, and he doesn’t want you to go without making it up to you at least a little bit. And he knows wilted flowers are definitely not the way. “Let’s have dinner,” he finally notices the way the customers around are staring at the two of you and another pang of guilt goes through him. “Friendly dinner.”

You half-smile at his words, knowing he’s trying to take any implication off this whole situation. This is stupid, you’re grown-ups, these things are not supposed to matter, right? But then again, you remember Eunhee holding a Kleenex box against her chest while she told you about the break-up on your lunch break.

“Sure,” you finally sit back down, leaving the flowers on one side of the table, more petals flying down to the ground. You can only guess how many hours Seonghwa has been working judging by how tired he looks, he deserves a break and a nice meal. “The bread’s really good,” you nod towards the almost empty basket between you two, a small on your lips again.

This elicits a laugh from Seonghwa before he gives you an apologetic look from above his menu. “I’m so sorry I was late.”

You shrug. “I only accept apologies—” ‘in cash’ is the ending that you tend to use with Mina and San. “–In dessert.”

Sure, you can be friendly with Seonghwa. Being friends is not the kind of thing that’s forbidden. Plus, he is friends with San. How come you never actually met him if he’s friends with San?

“Deal,” Seonghwa smiles, and before anything else can be added, someone actually finds an engagement ring hidden in the tiramisu, and the restaurant is flooded with clapping. The world falls back on course. It’s Valentine’s Day and love is to be celebrated.

“So,” Eunhee plops down in her spinning chair, eyes barely leaving the screen of her phone to look at you, hinting she’s in fact talking to you. “How was your blind date?”

“It was okay,” you smile, still typing on your laptop. “It actually–”

“You’ll never guess what?” she interrupts, spinning once. “Yena invited Seonghwa to her Valentine’s Day party.”

“Oh,” you know your turn to tell your story is over before it has begun, and you’re somehow glad especially by the immediate mention of the ex-boyfriend you saw last night. “Did he go?”

You want her to say no more than anything. Because what if that meant he was late to your dinner because he was at said party? One that Yena and Eunhee made a point of speaking about in front of you constantly, only to never extend an invitation.

“It’s so painfully obvious they want us back together. Like, why would you invite him otherwise?”

“But did he go?” You question again, the typing finally stopping.

“Well, no,” Eunhee lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes. “He was probably at that stup– at work.”

“Right,” you nod, fingers hovering above the keys on your laptop. “And do you want him? Back I mean.”

Eunhee seems to consider this for a second. Enough for you to feel a rock drop from your throat to your stomach, settling in there with the weight of guilt.

“Do you know how much money doctors earn a year?” She questions, eyes back on her phone as she taps away rapidly.

“A lot?” You try, wondering where this question comes from.

“A lot,” she nods, puckering her lips in a thoughtful gesture. “And I think it’s time I start looking out for my future, you know? You never have enough money.”

She’s right, though. Money can never really be enough, especially if you come from a middle-class family and you’re neck deep in school debt. Which is not her case, at all. Eunhee’s family is New Money, her mother created some magical skincare line when Eunhee was a child and the rest was history. But you guessed she kind of felt that, if she became rich overnight, the opposite could happen just as fast.

You shrug. “I guess, you’re right.”

There are two knocks on your door and Yena’s head pops through before either of you can tell her to come in.

“Are you ready to start working?” She tells cheerfully. “It’s my turn to be on the video.”

You groan internally. Not because Yena wants to be on the video, but because you hate making them. However the boom of those silly short videos did earn you a bonus a couple months ago, so you keep them coming for the sake of also keeping your job.

“Let’s do it!” Eunhee joins in Yena’s excitement, both smiling mischievously at you. “Come on y/n, the long face won’t look good on camera!”

“I don’t want to be on camera,” you whine, taking your phone from the desk. “But let’s go.”

You have a few unopened messages, from San and Mina and one unregistered number. You decide to deal with all of them later, especially with San who you’re having lunch with to discuss last night.

“Well, I don’t see what the problem is,” San shrugs, looking over his shoulder to check if your food is finally on the way. “Did you like Seonghwa?”

Of course you liked Seonghwa. He was sweet and attentive and paid for the whole dinner. After the initial awkwardness there wasn’t another such moment, he spent a good twenty minutes drawing a very accurate depiction of the human heart on a napkin to explain the latest case they got at the hospital, and when it was your turn to talk about your job he didn’t treat it as anything other than the most interesting thing he could possibly think of.

“It is a problem, because it’s kind of a rule” you groan again, not surprised he doesn’t get it. “Just like, you can’t date your best friend’s brother OR your brother’s best friend.”

“That’s stupid,” San rolls his eyes, “Those are rom-com rules, y/n. They’re needed for the plot, this is real life.”

“Those kinds of things still apply,”

“We’re not in high school,” San shakes his head, already over this conversation. “Look, I had no idea he was your coworker’s ex. If it bothers you so much, then don’t see him again. Even if this was the only date that has worked for either of you in a while.”

“What did he tell you?”

“I’m not going to tell you if you’re going to be in your teen drama episode,” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Fine. Teen drama episode is over,” you smile, raising your eyebrows. “What did he say?”

Seonghwa doesn’t have the greatest luck when it comes to dating. Sure he’s had his fair share of partners, from high school to college, to residency…Well, that doesn’t matter. The point is he doesn’t have good luck. His relationships always end. Whether on good or bad terms also comes with a tendency, which inclines towards everything being his fault.

Whether it’s his job, or that lack of connection that eventually leads to trouble, he hasn’t managed to maintain a relationship for longer than 6 months.

Eunhee was not the exception.

Seonghwa had been extremely attracted to her when they met. She was nice and sweet, and beautiful, of course. But as their relationship progressed, Seonghwa realized they might not be as compatible as he thought at first. He didn’t like it when his relationships failed, but at some point, when the ultimatum came and Eunhee told him it was either her or his career, he had to choose the one he’d known the longest.

He felt bad about it of course, especially with all the heat he’d gotten from her and her friends on social media about how he only cared about his career and never about other people’s feelings. He’d stepped away from the dating scene enough to let San convince him of going on a blind date, and surprisingly he had loved it.

But you hadn’t called him back.

He’d sent you flowers the day after the date and texted you after getting your number from San. Seonghwa felt like giving you a call directly may be a little invasive so he’d suggested you let him know when you could talk. But it hadn’t happened.

Maybe karma was finally reaching him, he’d liked you a lot, and now it seemed like you didn’t like him one bit.

Then, what were you doing at the hospital he worked at?

“y/n?”

You look up from the ground, eyes lightening recognition. “Oh, hi Seonghwa,”

“Are you okay?” His thoughts about your date finally flying away. “Are you hurt?”

You are in the ugly yellow chairs in the waiting room, hands wrapped around your phone as your foot taps on the ground. “I’m fine. I’m just here waiting for someone,” your eyes wander to the ER room, where Gaeun is.

The intern at your publicity company is hardworking enough that, trying to finish the job as fast as possible, she fell from a ladder and broke her wrist. And you had to join her on the trip to the hospital because you were the only one who wasn’t too squeamish about her broken hand.

“Is everything okay? Do you want me to ask for an update?” Seonghwa suggests once again, scanning you as if to prove you’re not really hurt.

“It’s our intern, she broke her wrist today at work, an unfortunate accident while cleaning up a set.” You explain calmly, giving Seonghwa a faint smile.

You’re grateful he’s offering, but you’re also a little anxious about his presence. Mostly because you’re embarrassed about ghosting him. It wasn’t on purpose, though. After Valentine’s Day, the company wanted you to hurry and go on to the next campaigns quickly, Spring and Easter were a lot of work.

“Do you want a coffee while you wait?” Seonghwa offers next, hands going inside the pockets of his white coat. You don’t really want to take his whole appearance in detail, he’s dangerously handsome as it is. “The cafeteria is not bad at all.”

“Aren’t you busy?” You question, but you’re already getting up from your chair. You could use the caffeine and the company, even if you’re afraid it might be awkward.

Seonghwa shakes his head before gesturing for you to lead the way down the hall.

Your nerves ease as you sit on the steel chair and Seonghwa deposits a cup of black coffee in front of you. Gaeun is getting a cast and her sister is on the way to the hospital, things are starting to look up.

“Sorry about your friend,” Seonghwa says, emptying a sugar packet on his coffee. “Must have been scary.”

“It was. But she will be okay, right?” you raise your eyebrows at him and he nods with a small smile. “She’ll be getting a few days off too.”

“That’s great,”

“Look, Seonghwa,” you start, your mouth in a slight wince, “I’m really sorry about completely ghosting you. The job excuse is lame, but it’s true, I’m just flooded. It’s February 18th and we’re already behind.”

“It’s okay, really. I know I didn’t make the greatest impression at our date,” he cringes, looking down at the table. “I’m really sorry about it.”

“I had a great time, it wasn’t that,” you assure, smiling at him. “I also really liked the flowers, Eun—” you stop yourself from mentioning Eunhee a little too late. She was obsessed with the flowers, taking around 20 pictures to post on her Instagram. What she didn’t tell you is that she wanted to get a reaction out of Seonghwa by doing so.

“I’m glad you liked them, and that you had a good time too, even after how messy it started.” Seonghwa chose to ignore the mention of his ex-girlfriend.

San said Seonghwa enjoyed the date too, and insisted on how ridiculous it was that you let a former relationship, one that hadn’t even lasted long enough, get in the way of getting to know Seonghwa more.

“It’s okay, I understand.”

You don’t want any more blind dates, you don't want to go through the whole process of getting to know someone and finding out your friends had got it wrong again, or matching with a person on a dating app just to realize they’d been lying about their real personality all along.

“Would you like to have coffee another time? Outside of here?” you ask, leaving your now empty cup on the table. “Don’t get me wrong, the coffee is good, but I don't really like hospitals.”

Seonghwa chuckles. “I would like that, yes. I promise to be on time.”

“Just promise to try your best,” you shake your head in amusement, “And remember apologies come in dessert.”

You tell yourself you keep it private because everything in the world is already public enough as it is. People can see where you went to school just by finding your Facebook profile, they can know your real time location via Instagram, they learn some of your deepest thoughts if they scroll through your Twitter likes.

But this is just Seonghwa and yours.

It’s mid May now, and you’ve been seeing each other nonstop after sharing the hospital coffee. He tries his best, just like he promised, to make it on time every time you have a date and you try your best not to forget to text him back. And so far, it’s working out perfectly fine.

“Oh y/n, please let us use it!” Yena begs, touching a red petal with the tip of her index finger. “We will get it back to you in one piece.”

“I don’t know, they seem fragile. I would like to keep them here,” you try to sound as reasonable as possible, which isn’t enough to get through Yena and Eunhee once they have an idea in mind.

They’re both on their way to become influencers and finally leave this job. Eunhee has the upper-hand with her makeup tutorials and the sponsorship from her mom’s company, but Yena isn’t too far behind. And they’re both always looking for free props to use on their videos.

“Is this still the guy from the blind date?” Eunhee asks, cocking her head to observe the flowers up close. It’s the fourth bouquet you get at work. “Seems like that worked out pretty well.”

You nod, scrolling down the proposals you have for the next campaign. “I really like him,” you say absentmindedly.

“So can we use them?” Yena insists, “It’s just a couple pictures!”

“I’d rather not,” you say again, “Please just leave them where they are.”

Yena sighs in defeat. “Alright, thank you y/n! They’re beautiful, so I get it.”

Gaeun, who still holds her hurt wrist against her chest, knocks on the door. “y/n, the boss wants to see you.”

“Coming,” you smile at her, you feel somehow guilty that she’s still injured although it was you who told her to wait for someone to hold the ladder for her that day.

When you come back to your office, your red roses are gone, in their place there’s the note written by Seonghwa himself half-opened and a free sample from Eunhee’s mom’s skin care line.

You don’t even know how to react to this other than throw Eunhee’s ‘gift’ to the other side of the room. She always gets what she wants, it doesn’t matter how many times she’s told no. You don’t even linger on the fact that she read your private note, and wasn’t even decent enough to pretend like she hadn’t.

This is the first time you relish the fact that you are dating Seonghwa, and not her. No matter how much she wants him and how much she still tries to get his attention, he’s yours. The thought grosses you out right away, you’re not like this.

You keep your relationship private because it’s the right thing to do, but also deep down, you still want to spare Eunhee’s feelings.

As if she deserved it.

+++

“What’s wrong?” Seonghwa asks as you lie your head on his lap, the thing about really strong emotions is that they give you a headache, and all you want is to close your eyes and not think about work, or Eunhee, or anything other than your boyfriend’s hands on your hair.

“Just a bad day at work,” you mutter, lowering the volume on the TV. Your apartment is closer to the hospital than his, and he’s frequently here after his shifts. “How was yours?”

“It was okay,” he shrugs. It’s what he does when he’s had a hard day too, probably a complicated case with a bad ending. “What do you want for dinner?”

You sit up, stretching. “I don’t know, pizza?” you yawn. Once your eyes stop watering, they focus on the red roses across the room. They’re far less than Seonghwa sent you this morning, and you have no idea what happened to them. Maybe Eunhee tossed them in the trash, or simply ripped the petals apart and kept them somewhere.

Seonghwa didn’t seem to notice this, or if he did, he said nothing about it, probably guessing that the trip from the office to your house had been what mangled them.

“Maybe we should go out,” Seonghwa suggests, resting his chin on your shoulder. “That should clear our minds a little,”

You smile leaning against him. “You’re right.” But you don’t want to change, you're already in your house attire of a faded shirt and extremely loose pants.

“Don’t even think about it,” Seonghwa laughs, “We’re getting street food and then coming back, and you look gorgeous anyway.”

You let out a low whine, but you feel too lazy to change, and the promise of warm fish cake already has your mouth watering. Also he just called you gorgeous and there’s nothing else that will convince you to change. “Let’s go then.”

You wish the trip on the elevator was a little longer as you lean against Seonghwa and he presses his lips to your hair. But sadly, it comes to an end and you have to settle for holding his hand as you walk down the street to your favorite street food stand.

The night is warm and you don’t need to be standing so close together, yet you huddle up while chewing on your food. You are glad to have Seonghwa, and you still regret the ugly thought you had earlier. You like him, it’s not because him being with you means he’s not with Eunhee. You should have never thought about that.

“What are you doing?” you laugh as Seonghwa points his phone towards you. “Stop!”

“I’m taking a picture of you,” the sound of the camera can’t be heard above the traffic, and Seonghwa seems immediately satisfied with the result, so he doesn’t shove the phone in your face again. “There, I sent it to you.”

Your phone buzzes, and you know it’s him but you don’t want to check it right now. “If I look ugly…” you begin, but he cuts you off with a gesture of his hand.

“You could never look ugly.”

You are shunned the moment you step into the office. Even Gaeun looks awkward when she tells you there’s another impromptu meeting happening today before she runs to the coffee corner, to fill Eunhee’s pink mug with extra sweet coffee. The rest of the employees around, who normally say ‘good morning’ or ‘nice to see you’ are too quiet as you walk between their cubicles on the way to your office.

Yena is the first one to see you as you arrive at the door, and with a bitter face, she rushes to close the door in your face. But Eunhee, between what seems like a sob and hiccup stops her.

“What’s going on?” you ask, stepping inside. Although you are starting to have a pretty good idea about it. Your phone buzzed nonstop this morning, but you were running late for work and honestly, had it been a matter of life and death, they would have probably called.

“I cannot believe you have the guts to show up like this!” Yena yells, throwing both arms in the air. “And pretend like you don’t know anything, seriously, y/n? Are you that much of a jerk?”

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about,” you let the wave of annoyance pass through, you cannot engage so quickly. You need to find your footing first. “Are you okay Eunhee?”

“What do you think?” Yena bites again, “After you stole her boyfriend, what do you think?!”

Eunhee lets out a wail once again and wipes her eyes with the tissue she’s holding in her hand. “How could you?” she sobs.

“There are rules, y/n. I can’t believe you are such a scum!” Yena is yelling again, and with the door open half of the people outside turn to stare at you.

“Hey!” you finally raise your voice too, “Don’t ever call me that again.”

“That’s what you are, how could you do this to Eunhee? You know how much she loves Seonghwa, you are the worst.”

“They weren’t even dating anymore,” you say in a low voice. There are rules, you know there are rules. “I thought–”

“You just wanted to take him for yourself because you’re jealous of me,” Eunhee gets up from her spinning chair, still holding the Kleenex box against her chest. “You are so jealous of me, it’s obvious. You always want everything I have.”

“Listen, Eunhee–”

“No, she doesn’t have to listen to you! You did this out of spite, you’re a horrible friend.”

It wasn’t only Eunhee and Yena you had kept your relationship from, the rest of your friends knew too that you were seeing someone but only San knew who it was. Because you were afraid that, once they learned about Seonghwa and Eunhee’s history, they would call you that: A horrible friend. And maybe that’s what you were.

“And where the hell is Gaeun?” Yena scowls, wrapping one arm around Eunhee. “Come on sweetie, let’s wash your face and I’ll see where that girl is with your coffee.”

“Eunhee, I didn’t mean–” you start but Yena cuts you off again by shoving the palm of her hand in front of your face.

“Save it.”

Eunhee’s shoulders shake as Yena leads her out of the room, but then she stops on her tracks, sending Yena on her way to find Gaeun.

“Eunhee, can we talk about this?”

Her reddened eyes fixate on you, but no more tears fall. “You always wanted my leftovers, y/n.” there is a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “So enjoy them, while they last.”

Seonghwa’s instagram is open on her laptop, and you see the picture he took of you last night with some lyrics about how life is brighter by your side as the caption.

You can’t bring yourself to smile, not when you feel 10 pairs of eyes on your back. Not when you’re the newly exposed villain.

Rules exist for a reason, at least that’s what you told San, but you couldn’t follow a simple one.

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mindninjax · 3 years ago

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Water Under the Bridge

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader (Grad School AU)

Rating: Explicit (18+ minors do not interact)

Warnings: ANGST with a happy ending, nipple play, creampie, it's quite tame

Word Count: 7k

a/n: This is for the lovely @starstruckkittensweets Summer Romance Collab. It was so fun to write for this Star thank you so much for hosting it and letting me participate! Please everyone check out the other lovely entries on the masterlist here! I hope you enjoy Katsu being head over heels in love with you!

It starts with a confession under a waterfall.

Sounds romantic, right? Wrong.

He’d asked you out to the falls to watch the stars and spend the last day with you before the trip ended. The stars twinkled above in the dark sky, the moon glowed white hazy light onto the area like a warm blanket and there’s a cool night breeze flowing through your long flowy cream dress. He’d insisted you didn’t need to change clothes, that he’d help you up the slope and carry you when needed so you didn’t get dirty. He liked the dress, said it was pretty, that it fit the mood.

Is this the mood he’s really going for?

“I’m not leaving at the end of the year. I’m leaving tomorrow, once the trip is over.”

He has to yell it over the roar of the falls and the breeze that picks up the moment the words leave his lips, but you hear every word, every hesitant breath, every reluctant syllable. He doesn’t tear his eyes away from you in shame, just watches the shock creep onto your face, followed by the heartbreak.

It doesn’t start with a confession under a waterfall. It ends with it.

“You mean to tell me we will be out in the wilderness for 5 months during the summer, with no wifi and no civilization, looking at plants?” Mina’s voice is whiny in your ear as you stuff a bag of toiletries into your suitcase. You give her a playful annoyed look as you zip the bag closed.

“For the umpteenth time Mina, we’re studying the ecosystem there and starting up the restoration plan and you don’t have to come,” you say sassily.

Your roommate puts a hand on her hip and glares at you. “Of course I do. You think I’m gonna let you be the only woman out there in the middle of nowhere with all those horny guys and your ex? Not a chance,” she fires back.

You wince at the mention of your ex and she looks at you apologetically.

“Sorry. I’m just worried about you,” she says, reaching out to hold your arms.

You smile thankfully at her pulling her into a tight hug and pressing your cheek to her soft unruly hair. “There’s no need to worry about me. The breakup was mutual, remember? And he’s being very kind, agreeing to still come along and help with the project,” you say in a calm soothing tone. You’ve gotten good at keeping your voice nonchalant, it almost feels like you believe your own words.

She hugs you back, squeezing you and making a little squeak as she does. “Well, it may have been mutual, but there’s no way I’m leaving you to be in a cabin for 5 months with him without another woman to help you,” she says matter of factly.

You sigh and take a deep breath as the event replays in your mind again. A joint thesis with your boyfriend of 4 years seemed like an excellent idea. You’d appealed for it, got acceptance from the university and started researching and working side by side on restoring a plot of land that needed assistance after a flood washed away everything in the immediate area. With Katsuki’s ecological engineering expertise and your botany and ecology knowledge you were able to come up with a solid plan.

Working with him was a dream come true, you’d submitted the research draft, the university provided funding for the trip to put your plans into action, you and him had never felt closer.

Until the job offer. The job offer that came from your combined research but only included his plans for the prototype he worked on to help pump water out of the area, clean it and reuse for cultivation. The job offer that meant he’d have to move across the ocean, hundreds of miles away from you at the end of the year, while you stayed here and finished up the rest of your schooling for your masters.

“You have to take it, Katsuki! This is huge!”

“It’s far.”

“So what? It’s your dream!”

“What about—”

“It doesn’t matter. Tell them yes. Accept.”

He’d promised to still go on the trip with you and help out as much as he could. You told him it wasn’t necessary that he should focus on getting ready to move and communicate with his future employers. He’d insisted.

The break up came a few weeks after. You weren’t yourself anymore, withdrawn, melancholy, as the days drew closer to him leaving. He’d started prepping, packing his things and making living arrangements and you could tell he was trying not to talk about it around you.

“I think it would be for the best,” you told him, stone faced and disconnected.

“No it fucking wouldn’t.” He’d never seen you like that before. It worried him but he never expressed it.

“You won’t have to worry about goodbyes at the end of the year now. And we both can focus on our own plans.”

“You’re being ridiculous”

“You’re leaving Katsuki. I’m being practical.”

He’d hooked a finger under your chin to pull your face up and look him in the eye then, searched your face for the truth before saying, “Tell me the fucking truth. Is this actually what you want?”

You didn’t blink, didn’t show any signs of reluctance. Your face was perfectly smooth and serious, your eyes hard. “Yes.”

He dropped your chin and looked away sadly. “Fine.”

The cabin is located at the foot of a mountain, surrounded by trees and a little path that you can use to hike to the top. It's a nice size, with large windows and a vaulted ceiling. There's a common area where three couches are seated around a large stone fireplace. It smells like fresh pine and cut grass and radiates a homey feeling as you all make your way in and explore. There are 4 bedrooms. Denki, Eijirou and Katsuki get their own rooms and you and Mina share the largest one.

When you enter the cabin and throw your bags down on the huge bed, you feel at ease for the first time since the trip started. It’s true you were anxious that the 5 months spent out here with Katsuki would be awkward and that you wouldn’t be able to get any work done. But he’s been cordial so far, only speaking to you when he has questions about the trip or the research. He spends most of his time with Eijirou and Denki chatting with them and carrying on like everything’s good.

You know better though. His shoulders are always tense when you’re around and there have been a few moments that you’ve turned your head in his direction and caught him looking away from you after feeling his warm stare on the side of your face.

You’re preparing hotdogs to roast over a fire for dinner when night falls. There’s a smorgasbord of fruits and veggies lying on the counter and you pick up a knife to slice them and put them on a serving platter for everyone.

“Need help?”

The deep timbre of his voice rattles you and you jump a little and turn around to see him cocking an eyebrow in amusement, a tiny smirk on his handsome face. You’re about to tell him no, you should tell him no, but the answer slips out of you before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah, please if you don’t mind?”

He grabs a knife, starts slicing the fruit and adding them to the platter quietly. The kitchen is filled with the sound of the knife banging the cutting board and the silence that carries every word the two of you want to say to each other but keep to yourselves. You watch his arms and his slumped shoulders from the corner of your eye and look away quickly. He’s always held his shoulders high and proud even while cooking,now...you push the rest of the thoughts from your mind.

You’re happy for him. You really are. You knew he’d go and do amazing things and it made you happy to know he was fulfilling his dreams. But you never understood why there was a pit in your stomach and a lump in your throat every time you saw him. You should be smiling, assuring him you’re ok—because you are ok—without him.

Dinner is delicious around the campfire right outside the cabin. Mina and Denki sing weird campfire songs, Eijirou tries to tell scary stories and fails miserably, and Katsuki grumbles about needing to go to bed to start the day early tomorrow before it gets too hot to do work. You laugh and smile and enjoy the time with your friends, making sure not to have any prolonged eye contact with Katsuki. When Denki suggests playing spin the bottle and both you and Katsuki quickly shut the idea down, everyone agrees it’s time to go to sleep.

As the others convene inside you pour another bucket of water on the fire to make sure it’s completely out. Crunching footsteps on gravel alert you of someone’s presence behind you.

“Is it gonna be like this the whole trip?”

You turn to see Katsuki frowning at you, hands shoved in his pockets. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean you trying to pretend like I don’t exist.”

You turn away from him. “I’m not.”

“Oh please, you don’t ever look at me unless you have to talk to me and when you do you’re hurrying the sentence so you can look somewhere else,” he scoffs.

“That’s not true.”

You’re not looking at him but you know he’s rolling his eyes and cocking his hip to the side as folds his arms .“Tsk, you can lie to everyone else here Sweets, but there’s no gettin’ pass me. I know you.”

You spin around angrily and confirm his stance. “Don’t call me that.”

The last embers of the fire die out and a pillar of smoke billows up between the two of you, casting a dark curtain he has to squint to see you behind. “And I’m not lying. Let’s just try to keep everything professional Katsuki. It’s for the best.”

“Tch, fine,” he stares before stomping away back to the cabin.

The cicadas are singing as the sweltering heat of summer rears its head. The mountain becomes livelier with its wildlife and your little group has started to finally get used to living in the wilderness after being there for three months. You all have dinners together and the moments between you and Katsuki have become less and less awkward. You can laugh and joke with him and the rest of the group now. It’s almost like you two are friends again. Almost.

Some of the unspoken feelings still linger in the quick silences after a joke, or a switch in conversation. Katsuki’s longing glances after the crinkle by your eyes smooths out when you’re done laughing is almost too much to bear before he quickly looks away and turns his attention to some idiotic thing Denki or Eijirou said.

Still the project is running smoothly, you're gathering results in a timely manner, the specimens are growing healthy and it looks like the scaled model Katsuki has been working hard on the past few months is coming along.

“It looks really good, Katsu,” you say, smiling genuinely up at him. He’s showing you blueprints of a prototype he will propose to the researchers at the new job and you have to admit, it’s perfect. You two have hiked up to the landing on the mountain to scope out the area and compare it to the blueprints. He flashes you a cocky smile, raising a blonde eyebrow and showing you his perfect white teeth.

“Course it does! I did it. It wouldn’t be anything less than perfect,” he gloats and you roll your eyes playfully.

“Yeah yeah, I get it.You’re amazing and blah blah blah,” you say sarcastically as you bend down to look at a grasshopper perched on a blade of grass.

“And don’t you fucking forget it,” he responds, bending down next to you. It’s one of the first times the two of you are together alone and the conversation isn’t forced. It feels...comfortable for once and there’s a distinct urge inside you to grab his hand and ask him to stay up here and hang out for just a bit.

It’s a beautiful day. The day is cooler for it to be mid June. Big fluffy clouds are in the sky and provide momentary shade throughout the day. There's a nice breeze blowing that rustles the trees and fills the air with the smell of fresh grass and pine. The sun is ducking under the horizon and the sky is painted in a rosy golden glow. Despite yourself, you plop down on your butt, not worried about the dirt print that will be on you when you get up, and take a big inhale of the fresh air around you.

“Today is a good day,” you sigh.

Katsuki hesitates, obviously gauging your mood before he sits down next to you and grunts,”S’alright I guess.”

You giggle to yourself and gaze out at the sunset. The wind rustles your hair and the leaves on the trees. Katsuki’s soft breathing is in your ear and it’s calming like a lullabye, something you’re so used to hearing when you go to sleep at night.

“You really are amazing, you know?” you say out of the blue and it almost doesn’t sound like you.There’s silence and you’re too afraid to look over at him to see if he heard you.

If he’s surprised he doesn’t reveal it in his voice. All he does is grunt and begrudgingly say “So are you.”

The sun starts to disappear and it’s almost dark when he stands and reaches a hand out to you. “We should go before it’s too dark to see anything hiking back down.”

He’s right, as always. You sigh and grasp his hand as he helps you up, but you lose your balance and almost tumble backward before he catches you, a strong arm around your waist and pulling you close to his body. Your eyes are wide, the moment moving way too fast for you to register what happened.

Your foreheads are touching, he’s slightly crouched over you, holding your weight on his arm. Your fingers are fisted into his shirt in a tight grasp. You can smell his minty breath on your face, his fingers dig into your waist and your lips are parted as you stare up at him.

He doesn’t move, only chuckles and whispers in a teasing husky voice, “Clumsy much?”

You feel heat pool in your cheeks, in your stomach and deep down between your thighs as you blink up at him. His lips are right there. You could plant a quick little peck there in a second, there’s nothing stopping you, there’s no one around, you could do it…

“Ahem, umm...thanks...for catching me,” you say wiggling out of his grasp and smoothing your clothes.

He lets you go and stares for a brief moment before turning around and descending toward the bottom of the mountain. You watch his back before he yells over his shoulder, “Move your ass,” and tears you out of your stupor.

You follow behind him trying very hard not to think about what just happened.

There are two months remaining before it’s time for you all to pack up and head back to the university. It also means it’s this area’s rainy season. You’re thankful that you got a few of the seedlings started and it’s the perfect time to test out Katsuki’s prototype. It also means you get to have more down time spent in the cabin relaxing and reading up on the plant species in the area.

You’re sitting in the common area lounging on the couch reading an article when Katsuki comes from his bedroom and looks out the window up at the sky.

“There’s a storm coming,” he grunts.

Summer storms: equal parts terrifying, romantic, and annoyingly proficient at forcing feelings to be aired out. You glance up from your book, a bit worried at the news.

“A bad one?”

“Looks like it. We should bring in the samples and close up all the windows,” he replies.

You close your book and sit up. “I brought the samples in yesterday. Where is everyone?” you ask standing and stretching.

He scrutinizes you for a second, narrowing his eyes before he answers,“They all went out for a hike.”

“What?! If there’s gonna be a storm they should be back here where it’s safe!” Your eyes are wide as you think of Mina who just got used to being out in the field.

He shrugs nonchalantly and trots over to the couch you’re standing next to sit. “They’ll be fine.”

You glare at him then spin around toward the door. The skirt you’re wearing is nowhere near the correct attire for hiking up a mountain but you grab your rain slicker and open the door anyway. You’re stopped in your tracks when he’s suddenly behind you and grabs your wrist pulling you back toward him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You glare at him, “What does it look like? I’m going to go get them and make sure they’re ok.”

“Are you out of your mind? You won’t make it to them in time and the storm is already rolling in,” he barks at you.

“Let go of me Katsuki. I’m not afraid of a little rain,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“Why are you so fucking stubborn? I radioed them when I heard about the storm. There’s a ranger’s station at the top of the mountain. They’ll stay there until it passes. They were close to the top when we spoke.”

You still try to pull out of his grasp but he keeps a tight hold on your wrists as the two of you stand in the doorway of the cabin glaring at each other. The wind picks up outside and you can smell the fresh scent of rain in the air. The wind rustles through the long longue skirt you’re wearing. Finally he sighs and drops your wrist, rolling his eyes as he grunts at you.

“Why do you insist on acting like I don’t know shit about you? You’re terrified of storms. You’ll get two steps into the trees and freeze up from the thunder.”

“Just leave me alon—“

Your sentence is cut off by a large clap of thunder that shakes the entire cabin. Your body moves on its own, and in the blink of an eye you’re steadied against a broad chest and warm muscular arms are wrapped around your head. You grasp at his shirt and close your eyes tight and he immediately pulls you in closer.

He rubs your back and you inhale his scent. It fills your nose and swallows your mind and makes your heart feel ten times heavier because in this moment, you realize how much you miss him. You can hear him breathing calmly and his muscles stretch as he reaches to close the door, one arm still held protectively around the small of your back.

You want to cry, a mix of fear, embarrassment, and desperation all whirling inside you like a cyclone destroying everything in its wake. He walks you over to the couch in the living area, sits you down and pulls the heavy throw blanket over your head. You can hear his retreating footsteps as the wood creaks underneath his weight and for a second you’re about to call out to him and beg him not to leave you.

When another clap of thunder rumbles through the sky, you put your hands over your ears and squeeze your eyes shut in fear. You try to take deep breaths, a panic attack is the last thing you need to deal with right now. Your eyes are still closed when you feel a pair of calloused fingers brush against your cheeks. You open your eyes as he brushes the blanket and your hair behind your ear to jam headphones into them. Blinking in confusion, you watch him hand the phone to youand right before he presses play he says, “I’ll be right back I’m lighting the fireplace.”

The music starts up in your ears and you recognize the lead singer of your favorite band, singing passionately. It soothes you almost instantly, blocking out any noise from the outside world. His hands linger on the side of your face for just a bit longer than they should before he gets up and starts preparing the fireplace. You watch the way his muscles flex, the way he moves with purpose, the concentration on his face as he tries not to look at you sitting wrapped up on the couch.

Once the fire is going, he gets up to check all the windows in the cabin, turns out all the lights, and comes back with blankets and pillows to join you on the couch. He sits next to you and pulls you back toward him, wrapping his arm around your waist again and guiding your head to lay on his chest. But he never says a word.

The thrumming rain on the roof of the cabin is loud but not louder than the unspoken attraction between the two of you. It bothers you that he hasn’t said “I told you so” once and you know once the storm is over it’ll just be another painful rip away from him. You contemplate moving away from him, but the grip he has on your waist and the way you’re clinging to his shirt and being lulled to sleep by the slow rise and fall of his chest keeps you rooted where you are. You turn the volume of the music down.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“S’fine” he grunts.

“It’s not fine.”

“Shut up and listen to the music.” The song changes and it’s the perfect song at the wrong moment. It’s you and Katsuki’s song, the one that fits your relationship perfectly, the one you excitedly showed him one day and said “This song describes us to a tee”. It tugs at your heart, almost makes you feel out of breath with the onslaught of emotion it buckles down on you.

“Katsuki…”

“What?”

“I miss you.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long time and you’re afraid he didn’t hear you but then he mutters, “I miss you too.”

Your heart flips and lands nervously as you lift up from his chest to look at him. His eyes are burning in the darkness, only half of his face is illuminated by the fire’s warm glow and you’re caught off guard by how beautiful he is. Your lips part as you gaze at him and he licks his lips.

You look away then. ”I’m sorry,” you whisper again.

He hooks a finger under your chin, growling as he pulls your face back up to look at him. He peers at your lips and then your wide eyes. “Stop fucking apologizing,”

He brings your face closer to touch his lips to yours, soft, sensual,hesitant. You sigh against his lips, pillowy soft and warm as yours moves against his. Your eyes flutter closed and you lower the volume once more on your phone so the music is a soft hum in your mind. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, giving in to all of your pushed aside desire and lift yourself onto his lap.

He holds your waist as the kiss becomes more passionate, desperate and you’re whimpering into his mouth. Your lips part and he slips his tongue into your mouth to ghost against yours, groaning with pleasure when he tastes you. And then, he pulls back from you, breaking the kiss abruptly, breathing heavily and clenching his fists at his sides.

He stares pointedly at you and whether it’s because you know this man better than you’ve known anyone else in the world or just that his intentions are so clearly written on his face, you know he’s giving you the option to keep going or stop before you both get ahead of yourselves. You know he doesn’t want to stop, his fists are turning white as he desperately holds back from running his hands all over you and taking you for himself. You can feel his cock underneath your legs twitching uncontrollably.

He huffs, jaw clenched and ruby glare piercing you as he wordlessly asks you to make your decision. He looks more beautiful than you’ve ever seen him in the soft glowing light from the fire. Your heart speeds up, the song playing in your ears, your song, repeats and you wonder if this is a sign or if you accidentally made the song play on loop. There’s no more denying your feelings. You love him. You never stopped loving him and there is nothing in the world that will change that.

And so you grab his face between your hands, wrap a hand around to grasp the hair at the back of his neck and pull him to you, a relieved sigh falling from his lips when he kisses you again. The kiss is hungry and his arm snakes around your back as you hike up your long skirt and kick a leg over to straddle him. He grunts when he feels the warmth radiating from you as you grind down on the tent in his pants.

He kisses down your jaw and bites your neck and you both moan in unison when he flicks his tongue over the sensitive part near your collarbone and you yank his hair in ecstasy. His name falls from your lips and he hurries to shed your thin tank top. You’re not wearing a bra and Katsuki sighs in amazement when he sees your budding nipples in the cool air.

He latches on to one of the buds, licking it delicately and swirling his tongue before sucking generously and groaning against your chest. He only stops when your fingers are playing at the hem of his shirt and you pull it over his head and run your fingers down his muscular chest. You stare, biting your lip as you trace a finger over his pecs and abs and he shudders from your touch and grinds against your clothed pussy.

“Fuck… I missed the way you touched me,” he whispers before sucking and biting your other nipple. His voice sends a shiver up your spine and you can no longer take it.

You plead in a desperate whine, “Katsu please… want you… please..I need..”

He doesn’t hesitate. He crashes his lips back to yours and picks you up, one strong arm around your waist holding you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he pulls all the blankets and pillows he brought out into a pile in front of the fireplace. He never breaks the kiss, nibbling your bottom lip as you chant his name breathily against his lips.

He gently lays you on your back and sheds his pants and underwear. His cock pops free, slapping against the blonde tuft of hair in the middle of the triangle of his hips. He slowly pulls down your skirt and panties and takes a minute to gawk at your naked glory. He bites his lip and gazes into your eyes, before muttering “Fucking beautfiul,” to himself.

You both pause a moment to bask in each other's presence, vulnerable and open as lightning crackles up the sky through the windows. He’s looking at you like he’s seeing you for the first time and your heart feels like it’s closing in on itself.

The sheer amount of love he has for you hurts but you push that from your mind as you watch him move slowly down your body, lavishing kisses in the peaks of your breast, on your stomach, on each of your inner thighs and long languid lick between your dripping folds.

A breathless cry and a wordless request of your hands digging into his hair and pulling his face to you, tells him you’re ready to feel him inside of you. You lick your lips when you see him pump his hand up and down his length and when he rubs it against your swollen clit you twitch and yelp. “P..Please.. Katsu…” you whine.

He lumbers over you, both arms on either side of your head as he stares into your eyes. You stare back at him, eyes lidded but intense, the love flowing between the two of you as he lines himself up with your warm cunt.

“Don’t close your eyes. I wanna see you,” he whispers in a husky voice in your ear.

He pushes into you slowly, reveling in every sound that falls from your lips, every flutter of your walls around his cock, every ridge caressing him and taking him in greedily. When he bottoms out he groans loud, like a release of everything he’s held back the last 3 months. There are tears in your eyes and when he’s deep inside you, you throw your head back in ecstasy, a loud moan clawing up your throat.

He pulls out and grinds back into you, hips dragging slowly and passionately as the two of you succumb to your desires. He’s latched on to your neck again, his hand is on the top of your head, drilling so deep inside of you his ball slap against your thighs. He holds you close to him, arms flexing with every pulse of his cock in your cunt.

You’re gasping, clutching him and squeezing and he’s grunting roughly in your ear as you babble a slurry of “yes” and “oh fuck” and his favorite “baby”. You lift your hips so he can drag his cock against the ribbed spongy center in your cunt and it makes your whole body shake. He’s speaking in short clipped sentences that match his thrusts and only get wilder as he continues drilling into you.

“So tight�� fuck I… I missed you so much… I missed your pussy so much baby...fuck.”

Your nails drag across the skin of his back tearing it open as you moan desperately. His hips are speeding up and the coil in your belly is starting to tighten. Your mind starts to go hazy and all you can think is how much you love him. You want to tell him but it gets caught in your throat as he drives his cock into you deeper and deeper.

You’re teetering on the edge now and Katsuki is ready to push you over with him. “Come on baby, come for me. Come with me baby… fuck…I…love...you.”

The coil snaps and he spills white hot sticky cum into your cunt. He keeps fucking you, white frothing around the base of his cock as he pulls your orgasm from you and the words spill from your lips in a wail of pleasure. “I love you! I love you so fucking much Katsuki!”

He kisses you again tender and soft as he stays embedded inside you. You run your fingers through his hair as he lays on your chest. You’re both breathing hard, covered in a sheen of sweat before he rolls onto his back and pulls you on his chest. He grabs your leg and hooks it over his groin, inserting himself back inside you.

You twitch and flutter around his cock humming as he kisses your forehead and the storm rages outside. He grabs the phone from where it fell on the floor, turns up the volume and holds you close as the two of you drift off to sleep in front of the fire.

“I’m not leaving at the end of the year. I’m leaving tomorrow once the trip is over.”

The words knock the breath from you. You stand near the edge of the cliff as the rushing water falls next to you, staring shocked, mouth agape and eyebrows chasing your hairline. Your hair whips around your face, the gentle breeze becoming angrier and violent like it’s feeding off of the whirlwind of emotions stirring between the two of you.

Katsuki is a few feet away, arms at his sides, palms outstretched as if he’s saying “this is everything. I have nothing else to hide.” He’s glaring at you, not the typical Katsuki glare but the one where you know he’s studying your every movement and expression on your face.

Good. Then it shouldn’t come as a shock to see your face fall, your shoulders slump and your body go numb. The light in your eyes fading as the emotions drain out of you and he’s left staring at a husk of the woman you used to be.

He takes a step forward, “Say something,” he shouts over the falls.

“What do you want me to say Katsuki?” you don’t yell, you speak to him in a monotone voice devoid of anything. You’re not even sure he can hear you, but as a constant show of knowing each other far deeper than a simple relationship, he reads your lips and knows exactly what you’re saying despite not hearing your voice.

“I don’t fucking know! Anything!” he shouts, grinding his teeth together in anger. He takes another step toward you.

“Congrats.” Your eyes flick up to him quickly before dropping to your feet.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking do that. For fucks sake would you just stop looking like that!” His fists are clenched now, his eyes wide, the veins in his neck pulsing and the hint of a tear in one of his eyes that he quickly wipes away as he glowers at you menacingly.

Two steps toward you now, it’s getting easier to hear your responses. He can see you gripping the stones of the mossy alcove you’re nesteling into.

“Like what?” you ask, voice still flat, eyes never meeting his.

“Like I’m making you the most miserable person on Earth.” Only you would be able to catch the quick voice break at the end of his sentence.

You find his scarlet eyes instantly then, a flicker of light pooling in your irises as you take a step toward him. “...you’re not. It has nothing to do with you.”

He huffs sarcastically, “Then why did we break up?”

“Because it was easier.'' The response comes out naturally, almost like you've rehearsed it, or like it's what you’ve been telling yourself over and over to get through the last few months.

“Easier for who?” He challenges.

“For both of us,” you whisper.

He explodes then, stomping closer to you as his voice echoes into the wilderness. “That’s bullshit! It was easier for you. Not being with you was the hardest thing I ever had to do so you can quit fucking lying to yourself!”

He looks like an angry bull, shoulders heaving up and down in anger and if you didn’t feel so terribly lost and disconnected from your emotions, you’d laugh at the comparison.You inhale a long deep breath in and out.

“This is a great opportunity for you. This is what you’ve been working towards. So what do you want from me, Katsuki?” your voice quivers.

“I don’t fucking know what I want anymore. The only thing I was ever sure of was being with you and now I don't even have that.” He throws his hands up in frustration then drops his head and hides his eyes behind his spiky bangs. His voice is quivering now too, it’s quiet and breathy and he’s speaking through his teeth, forcing out each word like it’s a stab in the gut.

He takes a deep breath then mutters to you, “You wanna know what I want from you? I want you to tell me not to go. I wanted you to tell me that back when they first offered me the job.”

“I couldn’t do that.”

“Yeah I’m aware. I told you, I know you, Sweets. No matter how many times you tell yourself I don’t.”

Another whispered confession falls solemnly from your lips. “I thought I was holding you back.”

Silence. Too long of a silence passes. It’s so quiet that when he finally speaks it sounds like he’s yelling and the harsh words sound harsher as it slices through the tension.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Your emotions are reignited. You’re angry now, twisting your face up at him as you shout an avalanche of words at him. He matches your fury going back and forth with you

“Katsuki, I would never ever forgive myself if I was the reason you didn’t take this job. You shouldn’t have to be stuck here with me because I wasn’t good enough!”

“Fuck that! What If I didn’t want this shit if it didn’t include you? Did you ever think of that? No, because you were so quick to write yourself off and act like you weren’t the most important thing to me!”

“I shouldn’t be! This is your dream and you deserve it!”

“You’re fucking right. I know I deserve it. I know it’s great. But if it means I lose you then fuck it!”

Tears are stinging your eyes like salt in a wound. The wind licks at your face blowing out the reignited flame as your failure plagues your mind again. He’s lying. He has to be. He wouldn’t choose you over the thing he’s been working towards since high school.

“Don’t say that. You don’t mean that,” you groan.

He’s seething now. Trembling either from rage or heartache you can’t tell, but he speaks through his teeth with his index finger and thumb squeezing the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t tell me what I mean. You ended us because you assumed you weren’t good enough for me. You made me believe you didn’t wanna do this anymore. You shut down and shut me out and it was the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever done. For being such an intelligent, driven scientist you sure do some stupid shit when it comes to us. Well I’m putting my fucking foot down.”

Silence while the two of you breath heavily and bask in each other’s words. Only the howling wind and the raging waters fills the empty air. You try to gather the courage to speak and ask him the question you’ve been thinking since the start of this argument, hanging on to the bubbling energy in your belly.

“Why’d you accept the offer then?”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Because I was gonna take you with me.”

The wind stops, the water goes silent, there are no chirping crickets, no rustling leaves or hooting owls. Only his words knocking around in your skull, repeating until you’ve surmised the meaning.

“What?”

“I’m gonna accept the offer and move and go work with this company. I’m leaving early so I can talk to every fucking scientist I meet and tell them about the stupidly smart girl I know back home that would be perfect for their company. I’m gonna shove your resume down their fucking throats until they’re begging to hire you.” He’s slowly moving closer to you, stepping over the slippery moss covered rocks carefully.

“Katsu—“

“Shut up, I'm not done.”

He’s in front of you now. Pressing your body against the wet rocks as the water from the falls cascades down behind him. His hair is getting wet from the random splashes of water but it doesn’t deter his intense stare.

“And you’re going to stay here and finish up the thesis and graduate with your kick ass grades. And then I’m gonna fly you out to live with me and start your new job and new life…as my fucking wife.”

Your eyes grow wide, a veil of tears shielding your view as you feel him reach into his pocket and pull out a beautiful delicate little ring, encrusted with diamonds around the band and a brilliant ruby gemstone in the middle, surrounded by more twinkling little diamonds.

“And don’t you dare say no,” he growls.

He holds it up to you, eyebrows furrowed and eyes burning into yours. Behind the intensity you can see his desperation, the anxious energy. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode, it’s beating so loud and fast you can feel it in your ears. You look down at the ring in his thick fingers, his breath washes over you as he waits patiently for your answer.

He’s serious. He thinks you’re worth it. He’s not leaving you. He’s not abandoning you, even after you pushed him away. He’s still right here in front of you. The realization cracks the dam of all the emotions you were hiding behind and sends them flooding back into you.

You stand up on your tiptoes and crash your lips against his, your eyes closed as tears run down your cheeks. His hand wraps around the back of your neck and presses you harder against his moving lips as if he can’t get enough of you. When you pull back from him you’re smiling bright and large, dimples deepening in your cheeks as you hold his face and reply.

“There is nothing I have ever wanted more than to be your wife,” you say through tears.

He sighs in relief and slips the ring onto your finger. “Don’t ever take it off,” he says seriously.

You smile at him and give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Since you know me so well you should know I never will.”

Thank you so much for reading!

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #Star's Summer Collab #marquie writes

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nocturnalazura · 3 years ago

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First Impressions Suck

Shinsou x Fem Reader.

Songs referenced are Tainted Love- Marilyn Manson & I put a spell on you- Annie Lennox

AN: Hi guys! So this is fun piece for @bnhacity Night In The City Collab! A huge thanks to BnhaCity for letting me be a part of this because it was so much fun to write!

Also I gigantic thank you to @notchesandbullets for letting me throw ideas at you and helping me get my shit together!

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Check out this amazing art by @king-bito

WC 9.1K

Warnings: Minor sexual assault (Groping), mentions of drinking, unprotected sex, cream pie, car sex, (Not totally accurate description of what happens in a strip club. & majorly ooc Deku)

It’s always a nice feeling to come into the club and hear music and chatter from the main room. The sound of slightly intoxicated guests laughing and talking always makes you smile. The backrooms of the club are always filled with some kind of chatter and laughter from you and the other dancers. Kaminari generally lets his dancers do as they please with the back room as long as you guys keep it clean. A few girls already have a drink that was purchased for them settled on their counters waiting to be thrown out at the end of their shifts.

There’s a soft chorus of hellos from the couple dancers that are still in the room when you walk in. Smiling, you give them a nod and offer quick hugs before walking over to your area, setting down your stuff before heading over to the little dressing room and changing into your outfit for the night. Stepping out of the dressing room you smooth out your short red skirt as you glide back over to your seat. Flipping on the lights to your mirror you adjust your top fidgeting around with it until it sits in just the right spot. Smiling once it sits in the right spot you’re taken aback when you suddenly have a lap full of soft teal lace.

“Y/N!!!” cheers Mina as she wraps her arms around your neck. “I missed you! I’m so glad you're back from vacation.”

“Hi Mina I missed you too.” you laugh.

“Sooo have you seen him yet?”

“Seen who?”

“Ooo she doesn’t know!!” Chirps Camie.

“Know what?” You question looking between the two of them.

“The new bartender who is totally yummy and just your type!!” Says Camie wrapping her arms around your shoulders

“Ok first of all you guys are choking me, second, Denki hired a new bartender?”

“Oh yeah, they went to school together or something, his names Shinsou and holy shit Y/n you’re gonna fucking cream yourself when you see him.” You crinkle your nose at Mina’s crude wording but choose not to comment on it.

“She’s totally right. You’re gonna be obsessed with him!”

“Ok ok I’ll take your word for it. Now can I please finish getting ready? I would like to work on the floor.”

Camie smiles and gives you a little squeeze while Mina gives you a giant kiss on the cheek making sure she leaves a vibrant lipstick mark there. As she prances away to head out to the main floor you roll your eyes before swiveling around to work on getting the lipstick off your cheek before applying the final touches to your own makeup. Once your makeup is set you give your hair a final few touches and spritz of hairspray. Finally sliding on your black and red heels you give yourself a final look in the full length mirror making sure everything is in its place before nodding at the other dancers and heading out of the room.

Stepping out from the back of the club you look around smiling at guests who are entranced by your fellow dancers. You quickly make your way over to the bar, stepping behind it and walking over to the bartender, waving to one of the regulars you’re not really paying attention when you start speaking to them.

“Hey! I just wanted,” Your words die in your throat when you look up meeting cool lavender eyes.

“Wanted?” The owner of said eyes mocks, raising an eyebrow at you, which draws your attention to the piercing he has there.

“I um wanted to um.” you struggle, as you take in who you presume is the new bartender. It’s safe to say you’re a little entranced by messy lavender hair and a bored expression on his face. Then he starts talking again and your eyes drop down to his lips and fix on the hoop wrapped around his lip until you really hear what he’s saying.

“Yeah? Hello? Man, I really hope you dance better than you speak because this is really painful and a little sad.”

Your face pinches into a small scowl at his minor insult. “Excuse me I speak just fucking fine.”

“Really because you could have fooled me.”

“I just came over to let you know I prefer any drink bought for me to be non alcoholic not be fucking judged.”

“You got a name or am I just guessing?”

“Y/n, and my drink of choice is a champagne spritzer flavor doesn’t matter.”

“Great thanks.”

“And am I just supposed to call you asshole bartender or am I just guessing?” You question in a mocking tone, annoyance tainting your voice as he turns to walk away from you.

“Shinsou.”

The name repeats in your mind as you think of what Mina and Camie said to you in the dressing room. They’re right though, looks wise he is totally your type, piercings, tattoos, tall and just hotter than hell in general. However his personality isn’t winning any prizes so far. Taking a deep breath you shake your head and pull on a smile and step back out from the bar and start to walk the floor greeting customers as you move.

You’re about four lap dances in when you end up in the lap of a very sweet gentleman, you can’t help but smile at the mess of green curls and wide emerald eyes that look at you like you’re the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. He’s so polite about everything from the way he asks for a lap dance to the soft little “can I buy you a drink?”. When you go off to grab the drinks he eagerly follows behind you.

“And what can I get the two of you?” Shinsou questions looking over at you with a less than amused face.

“Um can I get a scotch on the rocks with a twist and um?” Your guest starts looking over at you unsure of what you want.

“Champagne spritzer please.” You chirp smiling at the way emerald eyes seem to brighten at your response and you maintain that smile when you catch Shinsou rolling his eyes.

Shinsou eyes the two of you before moving to make your drinks. “Cranberry champagne spritzer and scotch on the rocks with a twist.” He says passing the drinks to you two and nodding when your guest opens their wallet and hands over some cash shaking his head when asked if wants change. Nodding at the two of you he moves away to go back to assisting other guests.

Rolling your eyes at his slight rudeness you let yourself be led back to your original seat and sip on your drink while you listen to the rambling man in front of you. When your drink is finished you’re eagerly handed enough cash to cover another lap dance with a wide smile. His freckled cheeks are starting to tinge just a little pink, he seems like a lightweight when it comes to drinking, cute. While you move around him his hands carefully touch at your waist and sides, carefully following the rules you told him earlier. Until they drift ever so slightly under your skirt and graze across your lace covered ass and immediately they snap back to his sides as he looks up at you with an all to apologetic face and muttering multiple apologies.

“Everyone gets one little screw up. Don’t let it happen again.” You say stopping your dance and giving him a stern look.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” He apologizes before looking down at his lap.

“I have to go, I’m on main stage in a bit. Have fun out here.” Giving him a nod and a little pat on the cheek before walking towards the backrooms.

Before walking away you take a moment to look up at the main stage smiling as Mina twirls around the pole effortlessly. She always has a little sparkle in her eye and a smile on her face when she dances. Noting that her music is almost at its end you finally stop watching and make your way back. You catch a quick glimpse of Shinsou talking to Camie with a small smile laughing at something she said. “So apparently he’s only an ass to me, good to know.” You mumbles stepping into the dressing room to touch up your hair and makeup again. Settling in your seat you start making little adjustments to your hair tweaking little pieces here and there when you hear Mina whoop somewhere behind you as she prances in from off stage.

“Hey! Y/n! Sooo did you meet Shinsou?” Asks Mina after she chugs half a water bottle.

“Careful you don’t drown babe, and yeah I met him he’s kind of an ass.”

“What? He’s not an ass, a little rough but I wouldn’t call him an ass.”

“Really because he was kind of a jerk to me earlier for no reason. He’s hot and all but I don’t really see anything saving that interaction for a long time.”

“Nooo c’mon even Denki thinks you two would be good together.”

“Denki thinks I would be good with everyone he hires.” You say laughing. Shrugging she hands you an unopened water bottle and hops up onto the counter next to where you’re getting ready. “I don’t know I just don’t think we’re gonna get along, I went up to the bar with a super sweet guest and he I don’t know he wasn’t the friendliest to us but went on to others smiling. Plus I saw him talking to Camie before I came in and he was smiling and laughing and with Camie’s schedule he’s known her for what three days?”

“Give him some time, I promise he’s not that bad. You’ll really like him plus you have eyes, he’s so fucking hot.”

“Fine fine I’ll agree he has tattoos and piercings and that’s all really hot but still.”

Slumping back against the mirror she sighs while watching you finish getting ready. Holding out her hand she snaps at you until you hand over your eyeliner. Rolling your eyes, you hand it over and wait for her to drop into your lap to fix and add some details to your makeup. Leaning back she gives you a huge smile before hopping off your lap letting you admire her work. Smiling, you open the water and take a few drinks making sure to relax before your set starts soon.

“You gonna do, I put a Spell On You tonight?” She says suddenly.

“Yeah, figured that and Tainted love. Some fan favorites would be good for the night. I know they don’t really flow together but they’re loved.”

“Oh yeah everyone always goes crazy for them, you always look damn good.”

“Please next to you I look like trash.”

“Shut up. You walk on stage and almost every guy on the floor has their eye on you.”

Rolling your eyes you nudge her softly laughing before drinking more of your water. Capping the bottle you stand up and give yourself a quick once over in the mirror adjusting your outfit one last time, you twirl around waiting for Mina’s approval. With her cheer of approval you make your way towards the door that leads out to the stage waiting for your cue.

Rolling your neck just as your name is called over the speakers in the main room, you make your way out of the curtain swaying your hips purposely. The heavy beat of Tainted Love fills the room as the main lights shift into a soft red glow. Carefully wrapping your hand around the pole you circle in slowly before letting your body roll to the beat. As the music shifts slightly you circle the pole before pulling yourself up and letting the momentum swing you around. Twirling around, you allow a leg to wrap around the pole as you straighten the opposite one while your body slides down to rest against the floor. Releasing the pole you start your crawl towards the end of the stage, making sure every move is over exaggerating making your body seem longer and leaner as you reach for the crowd before flipping yourself over to your back.

The lights around you shift and brighten allowing the guests seated around the stage to see you move. Your legs kick up as you push up to rest your weight against your arms. Fanning your legs out you slowly twist them before bringing them back together allowing your heels to clack together. Twisting yourself around to rest on your front before pushing up into a deep arch before bringing your legs up to let your heels smack against the fat of your ass. The lighting shifts again giving you a glimpse into the crowd, you bite back a wide smile when your eyes pass over your guest from earlier.

Those wide emerald eyes look up at you completely entranced by the way you move, only being torn away when a drink is offered to him and his old glass disappears. Now that you know he’s there you can feel his eyes on you, tracing your figure as you stand to move back towards the pole. One hand wrapped around the pole you push up onto the platform of your heels as you roll your body again. Giving a half spin around the pole you let your grip slacken just slightly so your body can sink to the floor as your turn. Laying flat on your back you kick your legs up and over yourself into a perfect shoulder roll until you rest on your front. Following the final beats of the song you let your hips sway from side to side with the final loud beat before letting your body drop as the song ends.

The lights on the main stage go out giving you a second to catch your breath and pull yourself up to get ready for the next song. Turning to face the crowd with your back against the pole you scan the room only to catch Shinsou looking over towards your spot on stage.

Your final song of the set is slower and more sensual, and consists of mainly pole work. Taking in a final deep breath as the music starts to play you close your eyes and spin around to face the pole as the main stage lights flicker on again after what feels like an eternity but in reality is less than a minute. Opening your eyes you start.

Rolling your head slowly you lean forward giving the audience a perfect few up your little skirt. With your hands pressed against your ankles you sway your hips to slow melody. Dragging your hands up your legs you keep your hips swaying until you stand at your full height. Spinning yourself around to face the crowd again you raise a hand above your head to gently grip the pole and as the first lyrics of the song play. Taking in a deep breath you reach toward the crowd slowly pulling your hand back as if trying to call the crowd to you. Releasing the pole you turn yourself slowly before grabbing at it again, walking around it slightly to give yourself some momentum you pull yourself up and let your legs spread as you spin around it slowly.

Your heels hit the floor gently as your spin comes to a natural end. Pinning the pole between your arm and side you hold it carefully before grabbing it with your other hand again and hoisting yourself up. Letting the music run through you, you fan your legs in mid air before letting your grip slacken so you can flip around and slide down into a perfect split. Bringing your back leg forward you sit up on your knees reaching up, your fingers wrap around the pole, kicking your right leg out and around the pole you use the spin to pull yourself up into a standing position again. Taking a small half step you twirl yourself around the pole again pulling your knees up so your ankles cross as you spin.

As your spin slows you climb up the pole slowly until you’re high enough for your next move. Giving yourself a little spin you hook your right leg around the pole, you straighten your left leg out letting the pole settle between your legs before letting one hand slide down until you slowly hang upside down and let yourself spin elegantly only held up by your legs. The crowd lets out a little cheer as you go, little cheers follow throughout the rest of your routine. Finally the music comes to it’s final notes. You slide down to rest on your knees again, making sure your face is held in a sultry expression as you reach for the crowd one more time as the main stage lights fade out again and the crowd cheers for you. Slumping back slightly you do your best to catch your breath before pushing up and making your way off stage and back to the dressing room.

Stepping through the curtain you’re greeted by Mina’s smiling face and a cold bottle of water.

“You freaking killed it babe!” cries Mina.

“Thanks, it felt good. A week away felt like so long, sometimes I forget how much I actually enjoy dancing.” You say uncapping your water sipping on the cool liquid.

“You gonna take a few minutes before hitting the floor again?”

“Yeah, gotta catch my breath and maybe finish this bottle before I head out there.”

“Good idea, I’m gonna go before Denki comes looking for me.”

“Have fun and make some money.” You call as she walks away. Before she steps out of the room she spins around and makes a face at you before disappearing out of the dressing room leaving you and the other few dancers in the room alone. Settling down in your seat you take a few minutes to gather your thoughts and finish your drink before heading back to the floor.

Not long after you hit the floor you have a few different guests who eagerly ask you for a dance. Drinks are offered to you which you politely decline most of them. Resuming your rounds of the club you happily take different drink orders and glide over to the bar to grab them. Grimacing slightly when Shinsou is the one who appears in front of you each time you go up to grab a drink for a guest. He passes the glasses over to you staring at you when you don’t immediately leave.

“Can I get a tray?” You ask gesturing to the three glasses he set in front of you.

“Could have asked for one at the beginning.”

“I figured you’d give me one since I only have two hands and there are three drinks.”

Snorting at you he rolls his eyes and walks away to grab a tray before returning and spacing the drinks out evenly on the tray before pushing towards you. Sucking your teeth once you grab the tray and head off to hand out your drinks. After a few more minutes of laughing and another lap dance you start making your rounds again. At a small table in the corner you find your original guest from earlier nursing the last of a drink.

“Need a refill?” You purr leaning in close. His head snaps up emerald eyes widening when he realizes how close you are to him.

“Yeah, yeah yes please. It’s ah um scotch r-rocks and um ah twist.” He manages to get out while he looks over you.

“I’ll be right back, you wait right here.”

Keeping a nice even sway in your hips you feel his eyes on you as you glide over to the bar you lean on it making sure to push your hips back to give your guest a nice view. The smile on your face drops slightly when of course Shinsou appears in front of you instead of Sero. Looking over you sigh when you realize he’s already in the middle of something.

“You gonna order or just feel like taking up space at my bar?” Shinsou questions leaning down with his arms crossed against the bar.

“Scotch on the rocks with a twist.”

“Ah for the little puppy you’ve picked up. That’s been his drink tonight right?”

“Yeah.” You say rather curtly.

“He one of your regulars?”

“No, I haven’t seen him around before. Kinda hoping he’ll stick around though, he’s sweet.”

“Yeah well a pretty girl likes him I’m sure he’ll stick around.”

“Ah so now I’m pretty.”

“Never said you weren't.” He mutters starting on the drink. “Just said you suck at holding a conversation.” He adds as he passes the glass over to you before walking away.

Taking the glass you watch him walk over towards Sero before shaking your head and making your way back to your guest. Handing him the glass you flitter around him as he drinks, still watching you with wide happy eyes.

“Can um can we do a VIP room? Is that um would that be ok?” He finally questions once his drink is finished.

“Of course, c’mon.” You purr holding your hand out for him.

Smiling widely at you he takes your hand and lets you guide him towards another corner of the club passing through a little doorway covered by a curtain. Passing through another curtain into a smaller room with a nice plush little couch in it you pull him in gesturing over towards the couch for him to take a seat. The VIP rooms tend to be a little brighter than the rest of the club allowing you to really take a good look at him finally. There’s a bright blush across his freckled cheeks, whether it’s from him drinking or him finally getting to take a good look at you, you’re unsure. Walking over to him you take a seat with your back against the arm of the couch you prop your thighs over his lap.

“Same rules as out there, got it?” You chirp smiling as you watch him look over your legs in his lap.

“Ye-yeah.”

“So, you want a dance or we can just talk? Your pick!” You question. “Oh we could also do both, I can talk and dance at the same time.”

“Can we do that then, I like watching you dance.”

Giving him a small smile and nod before sitting up and sliding one leg over his lap fully so you can straddle him. Giving his shoulders a little push until he leans back into the faux leather of the couch.

“So is this your first time here?” You question as you start your dance.

“Um yeah, I’ve come past here a few times but this is the first time I um have ever actually come in.”

“Well I’m glad you came in today.”

“So am I.” He mumbles entranced by the way you move above him.

“Do you have a name?”

“Huh? Oh um yeah it’s Midoriya.”

“Midoriya, good to know.”

He’s silent after that, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as he watches the way you move. His hands are so careful when they touch your thighs or sides, like he’s afraid of hurting you or something. Turning around you make a show of bending over in front of him, smiling slightly when you hear him suck in a harsh breath as he gets a clear view up your little skirt that really hides nothing. Something about the way he looks at you and the little noises he makes as you move makes you feel amazing about yourself. Spinning around again to straddle his lap you put a hand on his shoulder while his hands hold your sides gently. Leaning back you let your head roll slowly, his hands move along your sides as you go,gently sliding to rest in the middle of your back.

Suddenly your head snaps up looking at him startled when his hands drop and grope at your ass. It’s not like earlier when they just grazed it, now it’s greedy handfuls. Your entire body tenses as he pulls you into him. Shoving his shoulders back some you try to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Hey, I al-already told you, you get one fuck up and you used yours.” You struggle to get out as you shove at him some more.

“You’re really pretty you know?” He mumbles looking up at you and letting you go. He swallows roughly looking down at his lap as you shoot away from him. “Um sorry, I-I-I’m sorry.”

“We’re done here, I suggest you leave.” You say trying to keep an even voice.

“Wait! Please, I'm sorry!”

You make your way out of the room keeping your head down, and unfortunately the bouncer usually near the VIP rooms is nowhere to be seen. The dressing room door is too far away to make a clean getaway without being found and you really don’t feel like being the girl that makes a giant scene especially when you look up and see Camie on the main stage. Not wanting to ruin her set, you make your way to the bar relieved to see Kaminari standing there talking to Shinsou. Walking as fast as your heels allow you glance behind you, catching a glimpse of Midoriya you move quicker sliding behind Kaminari and dropping behind the bar between him and Shinsou.

They both stare down at you before looking at one another with raised eyebrows until you wave at them mouthing “Stop staring”. Looking up at each other Shinsou shrugs and looks back out at the crowd as Kaminari slides down next to you.

“Alright, what’s up?” Questions Kaminari.

“Please don’t get mad that I’m hiding.” You apologize, taking a deep breath. “This guy, he just got a little too into me and got a little to handy and there wasn’t a bouncer so I’m hiding.”

“First off, you know I’m never going to get mad about you hiding because of something like that, you give them your rules and that’s that. You say no and it’s done.”

“I know, it’s just.”

“No you know that if you say no it’s over. You want him kicked out and banned or just kicked out for the night, it's your call, whatever makes you feel safer.”

“I’m done for the night here in a few minutes so um I don’t think it matters.”

“Y/n.” Starts Kaminari grimacing at you.

“Fine, just kick him okay.”

“Alright, c’mon I’ll walk you back to the dressing room and you can point him out.” He states standing up and offering you a hand.

Shinsou gives you both an odd look as Kaminari pulls up and wraps an arm around your waist. Kaminari shakes his head at him and starts walking towards the back room keeping you on the side closest to guests so you can point out who he needs to look for. Upon reappearing on the floor you see the little mop of green curls appear a few tables away and you tense and stop in your tracks. Turning to Kaminari you whisper the description and give him a moment to find the face in the crowd. His eyes narrow as he sees him and he quickly pushes you to his other side, tucking you against him and walking quickly to the back room.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to ban him?” Questions Kaminari again as you step into the hall leading to the back rooms. “Are you gonna feel safe if he comes in again?”

“Yeah I’m sure. I don’t think he’s a threat, just eager.” you state.

“Ok, it’s your call, you change your mind and it’s done.” He sighs. “Alright! I’m gonna go kick this son of a bitch out for the night and Jiro collected everything from the stage so cash out with her and you are free.”

“Nice! And thank you Denki, I know I don’t have to worry while I work here.” You say sincerely as you hug him. “Also before you go, your friend is a dick, so stop trying to have everyone talk him up and stop trying to set me up with everyone you know.”

“You’re welcome and he’s not that bad. Give him a chance.” he whispers, hugging you before disappearing back into the main room.

Sighing as he disappears you head back into the dressing rooms and quickly change back into your simple shorts and a sweatshirt. Gathering your things you head down the halls toward Kaminari’s office and push the door open to find Jiro seated in the chair going through some paperwork. She smiles at you and hands over your tips from the night and waits for you to divide out the amount to pay out the bartenders and her since she was the dj for your shift. Taking your tips and shoving them into your bag you head out the backdoor. Stepping into the cool night air you pull your phone to start looking for a ride home. Leaning against the cold brick wall you put all your attention on your phone you don’t notice the sound of footsteps until a hand wraps around your wrist and a body crowds in against you. Your hand is forced back against the wall forcing you to drop your phone.

“Let me go!” you shriek struggling. You struggle harder when you look up and meet those wide emerald eyes shoving at his chest with your free hand.

“No just please I’m sorry about earlier.” He attempts to explain shoving you back again and grabs the hand on his chest and presses it to the wall. Pressing a knee between your thighs he forces your legs apart and crowds you further against the wall. “You’re so pretty and just please I’m sorry.” His face is so close to yours that you can smell the heavy stench of scotch on his breath now. You struggle harder in his grip trying to kick at him which only presses you harder into his thigh.

“Get off of me!” You cry, thrashing in his grip.

“I just w-want to get to know you please. I’m I’m sorry about earlier.”

“No get the fuck off of me now.”

“You look so so good and smell so nice.” He murmurs leaning in to press his face into your neck.

“Stop it! let me go!”

Suddenly the body in front of you disappears and you’re on the floor scooting away to grab your phone. Looking up you find Midoriya pressed against the wall right next to where you just were with Shinsou seething over him.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Shinsou growls.

“Let me g-go asshole, this has nothing to do with you.” Midoryia mumbles trying to wiggle free.

“I think it has everything to do with me when you’re holding a girl forcibly against a fucking wall and she’s telling you to fucking let her go.”

“That’s that’s not what was happening.” he mumbles again, breaking free of Shinsou’s grip and moving towards you. “Just mind your own business I just wanna talk to her.”

Standing quickly you stumble backwards to get away from him until Shinsou is grabbing him and forcefully spinning him around to face him. It happens so quickly, Midoriya says something that you don’t hear and Shinsou immediately pulls back and there’s a sickening crunch when his fist lands perfectly against Midoriya's nose and he drops clenching his nose. Before you can make any kind of move the bouncer at the front of the club rounds the corner clearly pissed. He easily grabs your offender and hauls him to the front of the club which means Kaminari knows about what happened. The door to your left opens and Kaminari steps out nodding at Shinsou before moving towards you.

“Jesus fuck y/n I’m sorry. Are you okay? I wasn’t in my office so I didn’t see the cameras until Shinsou grabbed him.” Kaminari explains checking to make sure you’re ok.

“I’m ok” You whisper “ A little shaken up but I’m ok um Shinsou showed up before anything really bad could happen.”

“I’m banning him obviously and he’ll be taken care of.”

“Thanks Denki.”

“Anytime, you need anything else from me before I head up front?” He smiles when you shake your head. “That was a good hit, take care of her yeah?”

Shinsou gives a small nod and steps out of the way watching Kaminari go off towards the front to do whatever he has planned. Cautiously you step forward and tap Shinsou on the arm softly. He turns towards you slowly and stumbles back slightly when you wrap your arms around him suddenly.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You mumble into his neck.

“It was nothing, you don’t have to thank me.” He says patting your back a little awkwardly.

“I know, but still that could have ended really badly if you didn’t show up when you did.” You whisper, letting him go.

“Glad my shift was short today then. You’re off right? Let me walk you to your car.”

“Ah I didn’t drive today, I’m just gonna go up front and order my ride.”

“It’s 2:30 in the morning, let me give you a ride.” He offers tilting his head towards the staff parking lot.

“It’s not a big deal, I'll be fine.”

“I don’t mind.” Chewing your lip slightly you nod hesitantly. “ You don’t have to accept, you know, or I can wait with you if you want until your ride gets here.”

“No, I'll take the ride. I doubt you’d save me just to murder me.” You say with a small smile. Nodding, he leads you towards his car, unlocking it while you round the other side and pull the door open and slide into the passenger side while he gets into the driver's side.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Shinsou asks once his door closes.

“Honestly? Yeah, I’m a little shaken up but knowing Denki that guys gonna get the shit kicked out of him.”

“Yeah he doesn’t hold back when it comes to you guys.”

“Thanks again for helping me. Turns out you’re not as big of an asshole as I thought you were.”

Snorting he leans back in his seat to look over at you. “Sorry about that. Kaminari kept going on and on about you and I get really sick of him trying to set me up with people and then you showed up and I didn’t realize you were who he was talking about at first so I figured you were gonna be some stereotypical little brain dead dancer that has no thought other than money and booze. So I figured it would be easier to just be kind of rude than listen to you babble.”

“And when you figured out I had a brain you decided not to stop?”

“Pretty much, it was fun. You know everytime you walked up to the bar your eye would twitch and your smile was so fucking forced when I walked over to you.”

“Well no shit you were so rude and then I saw you laughing with Camie and then there’s Mina going on about giving you a chance that you’re not that bad and you were so annoying to me.”

“Well how’m I doin now?” He questions looking over at you spinning his keys around his index finger.

“Not so bad, calling me pretty helped, saving me really helped.”

“Like I said I never said you weren’t pretty, I may be a bit of an ass but I’m not fucking blind.” Laughing slightly he turns the car on finally. “Plus I was wrong anyway, you can hold a conversation pretty well.”

“Thanks, so can you when you’re not trying to drive me insane. So Kaminari tries to set you up a lot too?”

“All the fucking time.”

“What did he tell you about me?” you hesitantly question.

“Ahah um he said he had the perfect girl this time, pretty, smart, and you’ll love this, can keep up with me being an asshole. What’d he tell you?”

“Actually, Mina and Camie told me about you. They went on about how hot you were and that you were “totally” my type. Then I told Mina you were an asshole and she kept telling me to give you a chance.”

“Totally your type huh.” He smirks at you.

“Shut up!” You squeak feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m the perfect girl apparently so.” You say making a face at him.

Shinsou lets out a deep chuckle at that and leans back in his seat again shaking his head. Turning his head slightly he looks over you, taking in the way you pick at the sleeve of your sweatshirt and chew on your bottom lip slightly. Peeking up at him you happen to catch him staring at you.

“What?” You question when he doesn’t look away.

“You do know I can’t just guess where you live right?” He says with a shit eating grin.

“And I was just starting to like you.” You mumble. “Gimme your phone I’ll put it in your gps, it’ll be easier.” Holding out your hand you wait for him to unlock his phone and scroll to the maps app and hand it over to you. He eyes you oddly for a minute.

“Ah so I am just your type then.”

“Shut up, that's not what I meant.” You whine covering your face slightly as you hand his phone back.

“Whatever you say.” Snorts Shinsou as he sets his phone up in it’s little mount.

“God don’t start being an asshole again.”

“Or what, you gonna stop liking me?”

“Maybe! What are you gonna do if the perfect girl walks out of your life huh?” You sass back.

“Denki said you were perfect.” Shinsou corrects easily.

“You haven’t denied it or said he was wrong.” You point out with a smug grin.

“Because I haven’t fully decided if he’s right or not yet.” He states lamely. Your eyes widen at his response as you sputter helplessly for a second. “You decide if I’m your type or not?”

“Looks wise? Yeah. Personality wise? Haven’t decided.” You state trying to sound bold.

He leans towards you just a little, eyes scanning over your face with a blank expression. Looking back at him you look over his face, you can’t help but admire the few piercings he has. Something about being this close to him feels kind of right, it feels safe and like everything from this moment on is going to be ok. You stop listening to the logical part of your brain and lean in and press your lips to his. Slowly he follows your lead and returns the kiss easily. Pushing against him a little more he quickly brings a hand up to cup your cheek as he pulls away from you.

“Why’d you stop?” You whisper.

“Because you’ve had a hard night and I really should just take you home.”

“But I want to thank you for saving me.”

“You did, you really don’t have to do anything else.”

“Ok so what if I just want to make out with the really hot bartender then and not do it as a thank you?”

“Well that’s different, I can get behind that.” He whispers leaning back in to press his lips to yours.

Giggling slightly against his lips you easily return the kiss allowing him to take control as you awkwardly lean over the center console. You shift around slightly, pulling a knee up on to your seat to lean into him a little more. Sensing your discomfort he slides a hand around to rest on the back of your neck while the other sneaks down to your waist to coax you over to him. Taking his hint you pull back from the kiss and allow him to help pull you into his lap. With you now in his lap he pulls you back down into a kiss before moving around slightly to push his seat back giving you a better angle.

Sinking down into his seat a little, the hand on the back of your neck squeezes gently while the other one rests against your lower back. A soft whine escapes you as he nips at your bottom lip and pulls you against him just a little more. His tongue tentatively swipes across the seam of your lips asking for entrance which you eagerly grant. You moan softly when you feel the slightly cool metal of a tongue ring press into your own tongue. Your hands slowly trail up his arms, one slowly moves up to scratch at the short hair of his undercut while the other rests on his bicep squeezing. Taking a chance you grind down against him and happily swallow the deep groan he lets out.

The hand on his bicep drifts to his chest and slowly trails down his chest until you reach the hem of his shirt. Pulling back you trail soft kisses along his jaw until you bite softly into his neck. Shinsou lets out a deep groan as your teeth graze across his skin just as your hand slides under his black shirt to slide across the hard muscles of his abs. The hand on your lower back fists into your sweatshirt while he tangles his fingers in your hair tugging gently as his hips roll up into yours.

“Fuck.” You mumble as you slide his shirt up to his chest allowing you the full view of his abs and the tattoo that spans across his pecs.

“Like what you see?” He questions giving you a cocky little smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah you’re really hot now, shut up and take this off.” You urge tugging at his shirt. Giving a little snort he pulls his shirt off and tosses it into the passenger seat before dipping his hands under your sweatshirt to rest on your hips and help you move against him. Looking down at him you quickly pull your sweatshirt off leaving you in just your bra and shorts. You let your fingers trace over the tattoos covering his chest and left arm. A small shiver runs up your spine when slightly calloused fingers dance over bare skin.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” Mumbles Shinsou pulling your body close to him and peppering little kisses across your neck. “Tell me if you want to stop, ok?”

“Uh huh” you hum tilting your head back a soft sigh escapes you as he presses you down harder into his lap. He easily drags you across the bulge in his jeans sighing when you press yourself down with a light moan. “That’s it, good girl.”

It doesn’t take long for you to quickly scramble around and pull your shorts off while still in his lap. Shinsou doesn’t hesitate to help rid you of your shorts before pushing you back slightly so your back presses up against the steering wheel taking a moment to really look you over in the little moonlight that bleeds in through his tinted windows. His hands creep your sides caressing your breasts over your bra before slipping his hands under the thin material he gropes at the soft flesh.

“Shinsou.” You sigh softly as his hands slide behind your back pulling you back towards him.

“Hitoshi.” He mumbles as he presses feather light kisses along the outline of your bra.

“Hitoshi.” You whisper testing out his name, smiling when he hums his approval against your breast.

You roll your hips against his, moaning at the rough feeling of his jeans pressing against you through the thin material of your panties. His hands move down grabbing at your ass, before slipping under the thin material to hold onto your bare skin. His fingers dig into the cleft of your ass squeezing as he pushes his hips up into yours. Leaning down you pull him up into another kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth letting them dance together. You moan into his mouth when you feel one of his hands pull away from your ass and move around to dive into your panties again and cup your cunt.

“Hitoshi.” You moan softly pushing your hips into his hand. Taking your little hint he sinks a finger into your wet entrance, thrusting it shallowly. Quickly he presses a second finger in you slowly working them into a scissoring motion while you moan against his mouth. Licking into his mouth you reach down between the two of you, fumbling around struggling to pop the button on his jeans and pull his zipper down. Once you’ve got it down he lets go of your ass and with one hand helps you shove his jeans down his thighs just enough for you to pull his hard cock out.

“Shit.” He hisses when your soft hand wraps him and slowly starts pumping.

“Hitoshi.” You whimper softly as his palm grinds into your clit and a third finger is added. Pressing your forehead to his you watch his jaw flex as you thumb over his tip spreading the bead of pre. Twisting his wrist slightly you let out a choked noise as the pads of his fingers press into your spot. Letting go of his cock you wrap your hand around his wrist pulling his fingers out of, before he can question you, you reach down, pushing your panties to the side you line his tip up with your entrance. “Can I?”

“Fuck, of course.” He replies, resting his hands on your hips. His breathing is uneven as you carefully lower yourself, face scrunching slightly as his cock stretches you open. You feel his fingers dig into your hips as you slow your pace trying to get used to the stretch. “Shit, so tight.”

Finally you sink down fully, nails biting into his biceps as you struggle to breathe evenly. Pulling you into a long kiss Shinsou drops a hand between the two of you to stroke at your clit helping you get used to the feeling. Sighing into the kiss you slowly rock your hips testing out the feeling. Once you’ve fully gotten used to the stretch you shift your knees slightly to help support you rising up only to drop yourself back down taking his cock fully. Building up a steady pace you shift around again still not finding the right angle, biting into your lower lip you press your hands into his shoulders hoping some leverage will help. After about five minutes of shifting slightly and fucking yourself down on his cock you let out a high whine while throwing back your head.

“Need some help?” Shinsou questions as he lets his hands wander over your body.

“No.” You mumble stubbornly shifting around again, face pinching tight when you lean back still not quite getting the angle you want. He raises a questioning eyebrow but grunts when you clench around him pointedly. “I’ll find it.” You grunt, dropping yourself down again. There’s no denying that simply being full of him feels good but you just can’t seem to find the angle to hit that little spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip you lean forward tucking your face into Shinsou’s neck so he can’t see the unhappy face you make but it does little to hide the small whine you let out again.

“Alright, that’s it, get in the back.” He grunts lightly trying to pull you off of him.

“No I can do it.”

“Get in the back or I’ll throw you in the back.” He states gruffly.

“No.”

“Fine.” Grabbing you by the thighs he hoists you up high enough to let his cock fall free before moving to the side awkwardly and tossing you through the gap between the front seats. You land with a startled squeal and stare over at him with big eyes as he rather ungracefully climbs over the console and shoves his pants down fully, leaving the two of you in only your underwear. “Just had to be stubborn about it, couldn’t just let me be nice and help.” he mutters kneeling on the back seat beside you.

Shinsou easily turns you on your front, pulling your hips up giving you little time to scramble around and push up onto your forearms before he shoves your underwear to the side again and plunges into you. Pressing on your shoulders he forces you into a deep arch and immediately starts thrusting. You want to complain but the words die and turn into a choked moan as he brushes that spot easily. Within seconds the car fills with the loud sound of his hips slapping into your ass mixed with the high pitch sound of your moans every time he bottoms out.

“There we fucking go, see you just needed a little help.” He grunts smugly from behind you.

It doesn’t take long for your arms to give out letting your face smash into the fabric of the back seat. With each thrust your body jolts helplessly, fingers dig into the cushion hoping you’ll find something to ground yourself with.

“Hitoshi.” You moan brokenly when a large hand cracks down against your ass.

“Fuck. I’ve wanted to see this pretty ass bounce since I saw you on stage.” Grunts Shinsou.

“Please, oh shit.” You squeak when he leans over you forcing himself somehow deeper into you while he wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you up onto your knees so your back is pressed flush to his chest. The hand on your shoulder grabs your face forcing you to crane your neck slightly as he brings you into a sloppy kiss. Your hands scramble slightly until one finds its home on his arm while the other reaches behind you taking a fist full of soft purple hair. The hand on your hip drops down to rub quick hard circles into your clit, forcing a long drawn out moan from you and a low groan from him as you spasm around him.

“Shit, how are you, so fucking tight.” Shinsou grunts into your neck.

“M’ not, just big.” You mumble incoherently as your toes start to curl.

“You’re close huh? Can feel you squeezing around me.”

“Uh huh so close. Fuck Toshi.”

Pulling out of you, he ignores you protesting whine and scoots back letting you fall he flips you over onto your back. He takes a moment to admire you panting up at him in the soft moon light before he pulls you close to him pressing your legs up until they rest comfortably over his arms and pushes into you again. Smashing his lips into yours he starts up his brutal pace again. Almost folded in half he reaches impossibly deep within you forcing the air from your lungs with every thrust. Your kiss turns into the two of you simply panting against each other as he does his best to wreck you.

Broken moans of Hitoshi, faster, so close, fall freely from you while he grunts and nods his head in understanding. Reaching up to him you tangle a hand in his hair again while the other scratches at his chest as you feel your end nearing. He drops one of your legs in favor of rubbing quick circles onto your sensitive clit. Shifting you up slightly he changes his angle enough to make sure he hammers into the spot repeatedly. Finally the knot that had quickly started growing low in your belly snaps. Your toes curl, back arching as pure ecstasy washes over you. Your entire body tenses up as you gush around him moaning helplessly as he keeps his movement stead to help work you through our orgasm.

“That’s it, there we go. Good girl.” He groans through gritted teeth trying to keep himself together. Once your body starts to relax under him again he stops his assault on your clit and works on his own end which finds him easily as your sensitive cunt continues to clench around him sporadically. With a low moan of your name he leans over you painting your inner walls white as he shallowly thrusts to work himself through it.

Stilling above you he lets your other leg fall as he leans down and kisses you again this time softer like when you kissed him for the first time. Your hands brush soft purple locks off his sweaty forehead as you two try and catch your breaths in the now humid car. Pulling out of you he pulls his boxer up before leaning over the center console to start the car and turn the ac on low. Throwing himself back into the backseat he sits with his back against the opposite one from where you’ve slightly propped yourself up against. Watching you for a moment he holds out a hand for you, when you look at him quizzically he rolls his eyes and leans forward and grabs your arm and pulls you over to him.

“So, do you agree with Kaminari or not?” You question once you’ve given in and rest against him.

“He might be right this time around.” He admits looking down at you. “The real question is am I your type or not?”

“Mmm you could be. Depends on what happens after this.”

“I was thinking of kicking you out of my car and going for food.” He says not looking at you. Rolling your eyes you slap his chest softly. “Seriously I’m starving, wanna grab food then I’ll take you home?”

“I could eat.” You smile as you grab your clothes from the front seat and get dressed again. Throwing his shirt at him you climb back into the front seat while he pulls his jeans and everything back on and steps out of the car to get in the normal way.

“So food then I’ll drop you off at your place?” He asks as he puts the car in reverse.

“Yeah, or if food goes well you can just spend the night.” You tease.

“Sounds good to me.”

As he pulls out of the parking spot he starts on his way towards some of the food places that rest downtown near the club. Stopping at the end of the little alleyway that bleeds into the main road, Shinsou's phone buzzes softly in it’s little mount. Before he takes off again he unlocks it to check the message.

“That asshole.” He grunts, pulling his phone off the mount to type out a message.

“What?”

He hands his phone over to you as he takes off again allowing you to read the message.

From Kaminari: Don’t Fuck In My Parking Lot. Also you’re welcome asshole. Thanks for protecting her now don't fuck it up

#bnhacity #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou smut #shinsou x reader #bnha shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinso hitoshi #mha shinso hitoshi #mha smut #bnha smut

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Earl Grey and Lavender - Shinsou Hitoshi

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Rating: 16+ Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi/F!Reader Words: 2,713 Warnings: Language (Bakugou has a potty mouth), adorableness, Denki is a crack head, I have weird taste in ice cream. AN: Welcome to my contribution to the BNHarem SFW server collab for June! The prompt was summer! I got lucky and nabbed Shinsou and this is just wholesome and adorable. Also yes, Earl Grey and Lavender ice cream is real, you can get it in the Harry Potter park at Universal and it slaps. Check the rest of the collab submissions HERE HERE is my masterlist Buy me a Kofi! ---

There was only one thing that you loved about working at The Ice Creamery during the summer, and that was the free ice cream.

The hot and shirtless guys walking past the shop on the daily were a nice treat too, of course. But the fact that you could have a free scoop of whatever flavor you wanted once a day was the highlight of your summer, and there was no man that could walk into that shop and distract you from it, no matter how handsome or stacked they were.

That was until you met Shinsou.

There was something about him that had you immediately attracted to him. Maybe it was the color of his hair, or his eyes, or the way he smirked at you and quirked his eyebrow when you made fun of him.

It started on a regular Friday afternoon. The shop was busy as usual, the summer bringing tourists to the beaches in droves. You happened to work at a location that was close to the water, so a lot of people would stop by on their way back to their cars or hotels for a cone or sundae. You were manning the freezer case, taking orders and scooping flavors, when you heard the bell jingle on the front door, signaling the arrival of new customers.

You barely spared them a glance, concentrating on scooping ice cream into the metal cup in your hands, and then spinning around to add milk and shove the cup into the milkshake machine. It wasn’t until minutes later when your co-worker came by, whispering excitedly in your ear about the pro hero Red Riot, that you took a good look.

A group of pro heroes were standing toward the back of the shop and peering at the chalkboard menus behind the counter, talking among themselves as they decided what they wanted. You could immediately recognize Red Riot, his bright red hair held back from his face with a bandanna. To his left was Ground Zero, the ever-present scowl adorning his pretty face as he glared daggers at the menu like it had personally offended him.

On his right was the pro hero Pinky, who was leaning against Cellophane, the two of them arguing over the merits of a waffle cone versus a sundae cup. Chargebolt was beside them, talking to a guy with purple hair that you’d never seen before. His equally purple eyes were trained on the menu above you, his lips twisted in a frown as he read through the flavor choices.

Deciding that you were probably being creepy by just standing there, you cleared your throat. “Can I help who’s next?”

Red Riot flashed you his shark-toothed grin, stepping forward and dragging Ground Zero behind him. “Hi! Can I get two scoops of rocky road on a waffle cone, please?”

“Sure! You want a regular cone or the chocolate-dipped?” Pointing at the different cones you had on display, you held back a laugh when you saw his look of confusion.

“Oh no, I don’t know!” The pleading puppy dog look he gave his grumpy friend was comical. “Bakubro, what should I get?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Clicking his tongue, he folded his arms across his chest and glared. The sour look was short-lived as he caved under the pouting bottom lip of his red-haired friend. “Get him the chocolate-dipped one. And let me have 2 scoops of mango, in a cup.”

“Please and thank you!” Red Riot perked up, grinning at you again.

You nodded, getting to work on the order, passing it off to your coworker who was working on the toppings, trying not to think about how adorable that entire exchange had been.

“Mina, I don’t know why you were even arguing with me, we all know you’re going to get the same thing you always get and then complain that you can’t eat it all.” Cellophane teased as he walked up to the counter.

“And then she’ll force me to help her finish it and I’ll feel like shit later because I ate too much,” Chargebolt added, shaking his head.

“Shut up! I just know what I like, okay?” Mina chirped, bounding up to the counter and leaning on the glass. “Can I get a banana split, please? Go hard with the chocolate sauce, I can handle it.”

“You got it. Is that for here or to go?” You grabbed a banana from under the counter and got to work on peeling it open.

“For here. We need to sit and cool off, it’s so hot out there!” She slumped forward, resting her cheek on her palm. “These boys are running me ragged. I don’t know why I agreed to go on this vacation with them.”

“Because you love us?” Cellophane supplied helpfully from behind her. “You’ve been putting up with us since we were 15, Mina. Did you forget how we are?”

“I think I was trying to repress it.” She deadpanned, winking at you. “But you keep reminding me, Sero.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Enjoying a glimpse into the personal dynamics of these pro heroes was the highlight of your day. Everyone knew them as celebrities who saved the world on the daily, but it was kind of cool to witness them being normal people firsthand.

Once you had the banana situated in the dish, you added the ice cream to the middle and added the whipped cream and copious amounts of chocolate sauce. “How’s that?”

Peering through the glass, she smiled. “Perfect!”

“I went HAM with the chocolate sauce as requested.” You slid it over to your coworker for the rest of the toppings. “Give her extra cherries.”

“Aw, you’re sweet. I like you!” Mina cheered, shuffling over to give her friend some room.

Sero ordered an orange creamsicle milkshake. “I know it’s lame but…”

Chargebolt patted him on the shoulder. “It’s not lame, bro. It would be lame if you just got plain vanilla.”

“I half expected Bakugou to get vanilla.” The purple-haired man spoke for the first time, his deep voice surprising you.

Snorting, Chargebolt laughed, clutching his stomach as he bent over. “I mean, he does go to bed at like 8 pm. He seems the type, doesn’t he?”

“Shh, Denki, he’ll hear you!” Cellophane pushed his friend, rolling his eyes. “You have a death wish, I swear.”

You glanced over to see their explosive friend was concentrating on his mango ice cream at a table in the back, Red Riot beside him and chattering happily, struggling to keep up with the ice cream dripping down his cone. You were pretty sure he couldn’t hear them, anyway.

“What can I get for you?” You asked the blonde, pouring the milkshake into a cup and finishing off the top with some whipped cream. You handed it to Sero with a smile, turning your attention to the electric hero in front of you.

“I can’t decide between the cotton candy and the bubble gum.” Sighing dramatically, he scrunched his nose. “Life is so hard.”

“Why am I friends with you?” His nameless friend looked exasperated. “Just pick one.”

“That’s rich coming from you, Shinsou. You don’t even know what you want yet.”

Shinsou opened his mouth, but you cut him off.

“Why don’t you get a scoop of each? Then you don’t have to choose.”

Gesturing to you, the purple-haired man raised his eyebrows. “Look at that, Denki. I know that’s a foreign concept to you, but we call that problem-solving.”

“Shut up!” Denki pouted at his friend. “I know what problem-solving is, you overgrown troll doll.”

“Ha!” Eyes wide, you slapped your hand over your mouth, realizing you’d laughed a little too loudly.

“He looks like a troll doll, tell me I’m wrong! The way his hair defies gravity like that? It’s completely natural, too. He doesn’t even put gel in it or whatever.” Denki giggled, leaning on the counter.

“I wouldn’t sleep tonight, Kaminari,” Shinsou threatened ominously, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Great! Well, cutie, since I’m going to die tonight, I think I deserve a scoop of each like you suggested, in a cup.” He winked at you, and you blushed, nodding and moving to replace your gloves before you got his order together.

“I hope this doesn’t give you diabetes.” You said sincerely, handing him his ice cream, frowning at the sour patch kids he’d requested for the top. “My blood sugar is through the roof just looking at that thing.”

“Diabetes is nothing compared to how Shinsou will be murdering me in my sleep!” He said cheerfully. “Gotta go out with a bang, you know?” He saluted you and wandered over to the register to pay for his ice cream.

Finally, it was just you and Shinsou. You were relieved to see he was the last one in line as well, so you would have ample time to check him out and flirt with him shamelessly.

Remembering what Denki had said earlier, you smiled at him. “Did you figure out what you wanted yet? I can give you some suggestions if you’re not sure.”

Amethyst eyes trailed over the menu again. “I don’t know...”

Clearing your throat, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I have a secret talent, you know.”

He blinked at you. “You….what?”

“I can tell what kind of ice cream is right for you just by looking at you.” You glanced down at your nails, feigning disinterest. “It’s a gift, I guess. I’ve got second sight when it comes to desserts.” You looked back at his face, fluttering your eyelashes.

Shinsou’s chuckle made you shiver. “Okay, you’ve got my attention.” He leaned against the counter, smirking at you. “Go ahead.”

Clapping your hands, you bounced on your toes. “Oh yay! Okay, let me see…”

You stroked your chin, squinting at him, watching him squirm under your gaze. He was wearing an old and faded band t-shirt over his black swim shorts, and you could see his biceps bulging beneath the short sleeves.

“Well?” He interrupted your blatant staring. “Have you figured me out?”

“Mmhm!” You turned and grabbed a cup, walking to the end of the freezer, and sliding open the door. You moved over the chocolate chip to reach a hidden tub of ice cream, filling the cup with 3 scoops of the pale purple treat.

“What is it?” Shinsou asked when you placed the cup in front of him and shoved and spoon in it.

“It’s a secret flavor. It isn’t on the menu, and they really only make it because it’s my favorite and I begged them to keep a tub of it for me. I’m allowed one scoop a day for free and this is what I have.” You pushed it toward him. “I’m trusting you with this secret. No one can know I have this.”

“You make it sound like it’s forbidden. Is there some kind of Ice Cream FBI that’s going to come in here and arrest you or something?” He smacked his palm on the counter, leaning in and speaking lowly. “Is it like the Vegan Police?”

Snorting at his Scott Pilgrim reference, you shook your head. “No, I just don’t want anyone to know because I don’t like to share it. But, I’m making an exception for you.”

“Why me?” He asked, looking surprised.

“I don’t know. It kind of matches your hair, so I feel like you’re worthy.” Shrugging, you crossed your arms. “It’s Earl Grey and Lavender.”

“Like the tea?” He looked down at it, puzzled. “Hmm. That sounds...good.”

“It’s a revelation. You can thank me later.” The bell jingled above the door, signaling that you had to cut your flirting short. “Let me know what you think, okay?”

Long fingers wrapped around the cup as he picked it up. “Thank you…” He squinted at the name tag on your shirt. “Y/N.” Clearing his throat, he smiled at you. “I’m Shinsou, by the way.”

“You’re welcome, Shinsou.” It took everything in you not to watch as he walked over to pay for his ice cream, turning your attention to the new customers walking up to the counter.

You busied yourself with helping them, trying not to glance over at the table in the back where you could hear Denki starting some kind of trouble. You were taking a chance with that ice cream flavor. It wasn’t for everyone.

You didn’t have any kind of sixth sense like you’d said, obviously. You’d just wanted to get him flustered and maybe get his attention. There was just something about him that told you he would like it. You just hoped you were correct.

Telling your coworker that you were taking your break, you got yourself your free scoop and headed into the back to enjoy it in peace. You were about halfway through it when she poked her head in the room.

“Some guy with purple hair is out here asking for you.”

Jumping up, you forgot all about your ice cream, leaving the cup sitting on the desk you had been leaning against. Patting down your hair, you walked out into the shop, noticing it was completely empty, save for the man who was looking for you.

He was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, waiting patiently. You walked around the counter and smiled at him. “Everything okay?”

He stood up straight, letting his arms drop to his sides. “Everything’s great. I just wanted to thank you again.”

Waving your hand in dismissal, you blushed. “Aw, don’t mention it. Did you like it?”

“It was probably the best thing I’ve ever tasted. How did you know I’d like it?”

Smiling at him, you shrugged. “I’m a firm believer that your taste in ice cream flavors says a lot about your personality. You just looked like the type of guy who likes tea and reading books with a cat on your lap while you listen to The Smiths. That’s the kind of person who likes earl gray and lavender ice cream.”

“That’s eerily accurate. Is that the kind of person you are then?” He raised his eyebrow. “Cause if that’s the case, then I’m going to need your phone number.”

Your heart flipped in your chest at his words. “I could be. Give me your phone.”

Grinning, he pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, pulling up his contacts and handing it to you. “What time are you off work?”

Your hands were shaking with nerves as you typed in your number and handed it back to him. “I’m off at 7.”

“Good. Want to hang out after? My friends want to go to a bar, but we’re not sure what’s good around here.” He took the phone from you and slipped it into his pocket, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I mean if you’re not busy.”

Pretending to think about it, you teased him. “I mean, I guess I can make some room in my nonexistent social life for you and your friends.”

“I’m flattered.” He smirked. “As long as you’re prepared to deal with them, that is. They’re kind of a handful.”

“I think I can handle it.” The bell above the door chimed again as more customers came in. “I’ve got to go back to work though. Text me?” You bit your lip, glancing up at him from under your lashes.

“You can count on it.” He blushed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “See you later?”

Nodding, you walked backward a bit, not wanting to say goodbye so soon. “Yeah, see you later.”

You walked back behind the counter, watching as he left the store, your heart hammering in your chest. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket a few minutes later, your face hot as you blushed at the message you received.

Unknown: I think I have a newfound appreciation for ice cream. I wonder why?

You threw yourself back into your work, forgetting about the ice cream you’d left on the desk in the back room. That was the first time you’d let it melt before you’d finished it, and it was all because of Shinsou.

It wouldn’t be the last time, either.

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