#Hitoshi

[nekoo3001]

Mirror

[frickingnerd]

dating hitoshi shinsou

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, established relationship, overly jealous!shinsou, touchstarved & awkward shinsou, protective!shinsou

at first, shinso didn't even want to be dating anyone. he despised the idea of dating and letting himself get distracted by it. but then he meet you and his whole world changed!

since shinsou was uninterested in dating before he met you, he has zero dating experience! he never even watched a romance movie or anything of that sort!

shinsou is quite overwhelmed with new feelings and experiences when he starts dating you! this is all so new to him and he struggles with it quite a bit

he especially finds himself getting jealous way too quickly over the smallest things! just seeing someone else make you laugh twists his heart and he hates himself for being so jealous about such trivial things!

the worst part is, the thought of using his quirk to tell some suitors of yours to leave crossed his mind as well. though only for a short moment and he would've never acted upon it!

shinsou struggles a lot with getting his feelings and thoughts across to you, as he doesn't even understand himself at times. you often have to help him untangle his complicated and strong feelings

shinsou is very protective of you, occasionally even taking things too far! he tends to overreact when you're hurt or in danger, pampering you over something as small as a papercut!

he's also quite touch starved and longs to have you near him at all times! he loves it when you play with his hair or just gently cup his cheeks and look at him with those kind eyes of yours…

[kxtsukixoxo]

˚.🎀༘⋆ we fuck like friends with benefits. ft ; shinsou hitoshi

mdni. angsty

“fuck.”

you collapsed next to shinsou, the both of you coming down from your high, a panting mess. the playlist you two made, playing in the background. you turned onto your side, now facing shinsou, your elbow dug into the mattress as your hand supported your head. “you’re looking at me like you want more than just a quick fuck (y/n)”

”you wish.” he chuckled at your salty remark, while you made your way ontop of him, straddling his waist with your thighs.

the next song kicked into the speaker, the familiar intro causing you to giggle. friends with benefits by tory lanez. “you can’t tell me this isn’t our song” as your hands rubbed his chest.

up. down. up. down.

‘i can’t jus’ let you go’

shinsou sat up, his back now against the headboard. “it most definitely is” he exhaled as he pushed your hair behind your ears. you hummed the tune you knew too well, the both of you looked into each others eyes, this was more than just a quick fuck.

‘you’re all that’s on my mind’

shinsou knew it the moment he fell in love with the way you came undone beneath him. the way you sunk slowly onto his dick while you rode him, your eyes rolling back as your mouth slowly fell open. but shinsou knew better than to fall for you.

‘i wasted time i know’

did you feel the same way about him?

‘wish i could jus’ rewind’

he’d have to live with the fact, that one day someone else would fall in love with the many things he did too.

‘while i was gone you left’

he knew exactly how to pleasure you, leaving you begging for more. someone else would fall in love with the same pair of eyes he did, they’d watch them roll back while you came undone all over their cock.

‘gone away for good’

he held you tighter. i guess he might as well make the most of the time he has with you.

you were infact, more than just a quick fuck to him.

[lizzy06]

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader Fics Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

ab intra ✨✨💖💖by andypantsx3 (humor, eventual smut, brainwashing)when a wave of disturbing crimes sweep the city, pro hero Hitoshi Shinsou is assigned to work the case with you. What's even more frustrating than his obnoxious personality is the fact no one will tell you why he’s involved. Things only get more suspicious from there.[COMPLETED]

no grave to hold my body down✨ by Hawnks (supermintfluff) (oneshot, hurt/comfort) Kindness is its own superpower. Love is, too.[COMPLETED]

Jealousy✨ by @alienaiver (oneshot, fluffy banter)Shinsou wants your attention after coming home, but you are preoccupied.[COMPLETED]

 The Sports Festival✨ by @writing-freak(oneshot, fluff) reader with a weather quirk faces off against shinsou in the sports festival[COMPLETED] pt 2: Parties for No One ✨by @writing-freak (oneshot, fluff)you consider approaching shinsou after the sports festival. an unlikely friendship commences. [COMPLETED]

Why aren't you scared of me? by @bakugohoex (oneshot, slight angst, fluff)in which shinso joins class 1a and whilst everybody seems to be scared of him out of fear he’ll use his quirk, you try to befriend the boy and he develops feelings as soon as you talk to him.[COMPLETED]

Diary by @onyxiana-is-obsessed (oneshot, fluff)Shinsou finds your diary where you’ve written way too much about him. Good thing he feels the same way.[COMPLETED]

Speechless by @alaskamonsters (oneshot, first meetings)[COMPLETED]

18 by @songbirdsingingthings (oneshot, jealousy, fluff) .[COMPLETED]

how to start an office romance✨ by animepseud (multipurposeroom) (fluff, humor, angst, slowburn)When a serial killer shows up to terrorise the neighbourhood, who do you call? According to the neighbourhood, not Shinsou.is there a better time to pursue romance than in the midst of a serial killing investigation?[COMPLETED]

Friendly Reminders & Math Equations✨ by kingyohno (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)What one person writes on their skin also appears on the skin of their soulmate. Reader is forgetful and Shinsou is bored. Awkwardness ensues.[COMPLETED]

lilac eyes | shinsou x reader✨ by personb (strangers to lovers, fluff, angst)You just wanted to live for one night at a party with Jirou, though it seemed your night was going to be far more eventful than you anticipated. And you welcomed it, well him at least, with open arms. And to be fair he was very, very hot.[COMPLETED]

Your name on my skin✨  by  @dira333 / Fogfire (oneshot, soulmate au, )What your soulmate writes appears on your skin.[COMPLETED]

Two mind related quirk users walk into a train  ✨ ✨ by  wotefokizbrunch (oneshot, mindreader! reader, humor)When Shinso is sleep deprived his inner monologue just rambles non-stop and you, being a mindreader, find it hilarious.[COMPLETED]

Heart & Mind ✨ by orphan_account (oneshot, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort)You have trouble finding a sparring partner because of your Quirk. Few are willing to have their emotions manipulated, after all.[COMPLETED]

Love at First Sight by ScatteredScribbles (oneshot, fluff, coffee shop au, love at first sight) Even though Shinso knows better, some part of him still wants to believe it’s possible–that there’s a single person in the world made for him, and they’re lounging about in the coffee shop he works at.[COMPLETED]

Just Say It by @sunnieskies02 (oneshot, soulmate au, hanahaki disease, slight angst with happy ending) [COMPLETED]

Show Me by hunnybby(oneshot, crush, fluff, humor) Shinsou Hitoshi's classmate just won't leave him alone. If she wanted to know his quirk so bad then she should have paid attention.[COMPLETED]

We Really Need To Stop Meeting Like This by spicyNess (oneshot, tooth rooting fluff, crush)The more you bumped into him, the more you wanted to.[COMPLETED]

Late Night Visits by candlelight27 (oneshot, college au, fluff, smut, idiots in love)A not-so-innocent game of truth and dare and all your conspiring friends might give you an opportunity to sort out the feelings you have for your best friend, Hitoshi Shinsou.[COMPLETED]

 Heroes Together by @writing-freak(oneshot, fluff)after growing up close friends with shinsou, you are forced to move away and leave your home behind. years later, you return, reunited with the best friend who doesn’t seem to remember you. [COMPLETED]

In All Honesty by Avistella (oneshot, fluff)People have always been wary of talking with Shinsou, but not you. When you start distancing yourself from him, Shinsou becomes worried.[COMPLETED]

Chocolate kisses and Catpuccinos by HydrangeaPartridge (coffee shop au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, smut)In which you are an accident prone-waitress in a cat café where Pro Hero MindJack (aka Shinso Hitoshi) likes to spend time. How will your relationship evolve through the four seasons of one year?[COMPLETED]

[kitkat13001]

⋆˙⟡♡ hitoshi shinsou x reader

it’s quiet. but quiet isn’t exactly the right word. it’s comfortable, the silence settled over you like a soft blanket. 

shinsou glances over at you, a small smile dancing on his lips. you’re laying across his bed with your legs in his lap, scrolling through your phone with a tiny smile. you giggle at something on your phone, unable to stop yourself. 

he traces patterns easily on your legs, hearts and stars and words that remind him of you. his focus had long left the book in his lap and his eyes instead wander over your form, devoting every color, every mannerism and sound and quirk and reaction to memory. 

you turn the phone around to show him whatever you were laughing at. it’s a picture of a duck. there’s nothing inherently funny about it, aside from the somewhat absurd face the duck is making, but it has you cracking up. hitoshi cracks a small smile, but the duck is not what put it there. 

you are. you’re always his reason for smiling. 

and the room is quiet, but no words need to be spoken. 

i love you, says the patterns hitoshi traces on your legs. 

i love you, says the quick glances you send his way. 

i love you, says the soft silence. 

i love you. 

[carefreecoffee]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Cuteness Aggression!: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Word count: 658, Gender-Neutral Reader

Another long day, training with Aizawa was finally finished for Hitoshi. His limbs needed the embrace of not only his bed but also his partner's arms. He approaches his dorm's door, unlocking it and closing the door behind him. He notices you waiting on his bed, sighing as he walks towards you, dropping his training bag. 

“Hey Shin, how was training?” You look up from your phone, meeting his tired violet eyes.

He sighs, “Pretty much exhausting. I have a lot of training to catch up on.” He hastily takes off his jacket, being left in his tank top. He lies down beside you practically melting into the plush surface of his mattress. 

You hum in acknowledgement, leaning on his arm as you get comfy. Your eyes scanned over his exhausted figure before landing on the skin of his exposed shoulders and collarbone. Suddenly, an idea had sprung to your mind, a very…impulsive thought.

Hitoshi looks down at you, noting the look on your face as he speaks. “What are you thinking?”

You avert your gaze quickly, finding refuge in the screen of your phone. “Nothin’...”

He quirks a brow and nudges you, “You're looking at me with that look on your face again, y/n. There's something you want to say…”

You keep your head down, trying to avert your gaze from him as you speak. “I don't know i just uh… kinda wanna..bite you..?” You didn't mean for it to come out as a question, but as soon as it did, you regretted it, your face flushing at the proposition.

He widens his eyes in curiosity. “Bite me..? You wanna bite me? Why?” You finally meet his eyes, nodding, “I mean yeah.. I don't know! You just look so handsome and it's like a- like a cuteness aggression!” You lean your  head on his shoulder, a sense of frustration coming out as you try to voice your reasoning.

He chuckles, patting your head as he looks down at you, “You're a weird one, y/n. You're really gonna bite me?”

You shrug meekly, glancing up at him, “I will...if i can i mean”

He sighs, nudging his shoulder toward you in ofference. It's not like he would mind if it was because you thought he was cute or even handsome. “Go ahead then. Do your worst.”

Your eyes light up as he says that, leaning up and looking at the large sum of area on his arm. You graze your teeth over the skin before biting in random spots at random capacities. You didn't want to be too harsh so as to not hurt him but damn was he looking good.

He tenses up as you start biting his shoulder, wincing slightly. He smiles in amusement, ruffling your hair with his free hand. “Gosh you're so amazing Hitoshi” You say in between bites, making your way to his newly worked bicep. 

He hums as you latch onto his bicep. He runs his fingers across your back, “You're so clingy, y/n.” 

“Shush” You bite his shoulder as a parting gift, that one a  little bit harder than the rest though none of them had left a mandible mark. Hitoshi chuckles as you pull away, smirking, “Happy now? You've bitten me enough.” 

You nod happily, “Mhm, I can't help it when you look so...just good, you know? Makes me wanna chomp ya” You chuckle, leaning into his embrace. 

“You really are such a weird one. What have I gotten myself into?” He pulls you closer, his words having no bite in them but more of a..admiration.

You chuckle, running your hand across his abdomen to become somehow further attached to him. “Too late to turn back!” You lean up to meet his face, grinning, “But, thanks for accepting my weirdness, you weirdo” 

Hitoshi smiles warmly down at you, “You're the real weirdo here, but I swear, I wouldn't trade you for anything else.”

Drawing by me ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

I may start making drawings and doodles for the fanfics i create. Perhaps stories that are 1000> words get doodles and longer stories around 1000+ words get full on rendered thingamabobs :)

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Boyfriend Hitoshi Shinsou Takes Care Of You | Hitoshi x Y/N

Just...bear with me for a second...

Picture Pro Hero Hitoshi taking care of you after a long day.

You get home, you're exhausted. The office was brutal today - so many emails to respond to and crises to solve. You know your boyfriend Hitoshi is out there saving actual lives so you feel bad complaining to him over text.

When he doesn't hear from you all day, he starts to get worried. After work, he immediately heads over to your apartment to check in on you and make sure that everything's alright. What he finds is a burnt out mess. You're laying on your couch absolutely wiped - too exhausted to cook or change out of your work clothes.

"Oh. Baby." He says with a sigh, locking the door behind him. He slides off his shoes and walks to your side at the couch, crouching to look you in the eyes. You're so tired and you're crying, just generally overwhelmed by life. He sighs as he runs a hand softly across your scalp the way you like it, letting his fingertips linger delicately behind your ears. "Why didn't you tell me things were this bad?"

"D-didn't want to bother you." You manage to hiccup out.

"Baby. You're never bothering me. Ever." Hitoshi looks around the apartment for a moment, getting his bearings. "Hold on, I'll be right back." You whimper, not wanting him to leave. "I swear, babe. I'll be two minutes." You hear the gentle padding of his feet as he disappears into your bedroom.

A minute later, he emerges holding a comfy pair of sweatpants and your favorite band t-shirt. He places the bundle of clothes on the couch next to you and reaches to start undoing your blouse. There's nothing sexual about his touch as he gently undoes the buttons and lifts the sleeves off of your arms. He reaches behind you and undoes your bra as well, your breasts spilling out into the warm air of the apartment. Most days, he would cover your chest with kisses and spend as much time as possible kneading and sucking at your breasts. Unfortunately, this isn't one of those carefree sexy times. Instead, he lifts your arms up and helps you pull on the comfy t-shirt. The well-loved fabric instantly makes you feel safe. Next, he helps you unbutton your tight work slacks so that he can slide them off of your legs. A moment later, you're in your sweatpants and snug as a bug.

He drapes your favorite plush floral blanket around you and grabs the remote so that he can put on a favorite kids movie - something you won't need to think a lot about. He settles on Lilo & Stitch. He readjusts the blanket around you and leans down to kiss your forehead before making his way to your hamper to dispose of your work clothes.

You sigh comfortably as you settle into the blanket, wiping the tears away from your eyes. Your embarrassed that you get this way sometimes - overwhelmed by the tasks of the workday, by the state of the world. Hitoshi is always your anchor during these times - stepping up to help keep you grounded and safe.

It doesn't take long for the cushion next to you to sink a few inches when Hitoshi takes his usual place on the couch. You're happy to see he's grabbed his spare pajamas from your room - a dark purple thermal shirt and matching checked pajama pants. He's wearing a pair of thick grey socks that your grandma knitted him for Christmas last year, and he's got one of your claw clips holding back his wild violet hair (it's the hot pink one that says "Bimbo"). God, you love this man. He looks absolutely cozy.

"I just ordered your favorite pizza - it'll be here in twenty minutes." He says, absentmindedly focused on the movie as he tosses an arm around you to pull you close. You feel the strong flex of his Pro Hero bicep around you. You sniffle, he's just so sweet. He looks down at you, concerned. "Want me to get some tissues or a washcloth for your face?"

"No, no. I'm alright. You're just so good to me. I know you've probably had a hard day, too. I don't want you to feel like you always need to take care of me, 'Toshi." You say, your tone tinged with guilt.

"Baby, listen to me - I take care of you because I love you. You're never a burden to me. I know how hard things can get sometimes, and I want you to know that I'll always be here for you to help figure everything out. You've helped me through plenty of hard days, too. Let me return the favor." He starts to smooth his hand through your hair once more, and you feel your eye lids droop at the gentle touch. You know that he's right - you've helped him through bad mental days as well. You're partners - you support each other however possible. You show up for each other.

He knows exactly how to scritch your scalp to make you fall asleep. You feel yourself drifting - cozy and warm in his arms as he cards his fingers through your hair.

"Can I nap for a bit?" You ask quietly as Hawaiin Rollercoaster Ride plays in the background.

"Of course. Whatever you need, baby." He presses another soft kiss to your head and you let yourself drop off into a light sleep.

"Love you 'Toshi."

"Love you, babe."

-----

End.

[anonymouseii]

Another fusion for ya! Who do you guess it is? It’s Monoma and Shinsou. YAYYYY

[amkyor]

can you please do something of boyfriend shinso? like just one day of them at UA, and then they get to the dorms and spend the afternoon together and if you want they can sleep together (no need of nsfw or anything). add whatever you want! (fem reader please)

pt: sorry for my bad english!

H. SHINSOU SHORT STORY

Synopsis: You and the former class 1a, Shinsou included, were now in the 2nd year of the hero course, class 2a. You were lying on your bed in your dorm room, trying your hardest to go to sleep. After all your efforts, nothing was working. With that, you stepped out of your dorm to the common room to get a class of warm milk.

Two Insomniacs:

The clock on your bedside table ticked quietly in the dark, the glowing red numbers reading 1:03 AM. You lay on your back, staring at the faint outline of the ceiling, your mind a restless storm.

No matter how much you tried to block out the noise in your head or force your body into stillness, sleep just wouldn’t come.

It never did, not easily.

Your bedside light flicked on with a soft click as you reached over for the near-empty bottle of melatonin resting on the table.

You frowned at it, shaking the bottle slightly to hear the faint rattle of the last few tablets.

You’d taken your prescribed dose hours ago.

No luck.

With a groan, you rolled over, pulling your blanket over your head in frustration.

The dorm room was quiet, the only sounds being the faint hum of the air conditioner and occasional creaks of the building settling.

Everyone else in Heights Alliance was probably fast asleep, their dreams carrying them far away, while you remained rooted in restless wakefulness.

You flipped over again, clutching your pillow in hopes that maybe—just maybe—this time you’d find that elusive sweet spot.

But no.

The more you tried, the more frustrated you grew, your thoughts swirling in a cycle of how much you needed to sleep and how impossible it felt to actually do so.

Finally, you sat up, the blanket slipping off your shoulders. Enough was enough.

If lying here wasn’t working, maybe getting up would. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, your bare feet brushing against the cool floor before slipping into your bunny slippers.

The plush fabric brought a small sense of comfort, though it didn’t stop your tired mind from grumbling about the situation.

"Warm milk," you mumbled to yourself, standing and stretching slightly. It was an old trick, something your mom used to swear by when you were little.

You didn’t have much hope that it would work now, but at this point, anything was worth a try.

Grabbing a hoodie from the chair at your desk, you shrugged it on over your tank top, leaving it unzipped.

The soft fabric hung loosely around you, giving you a bit of warmth against the nighttime chill.

Your bunny slippers shuffled softly against the floor as you made your way to the door, careful not to make too much noise.

You paused for a moment with your hand on the doorknob, listening to the silence of the dorm hallway beyond.

Taking a breath, you slowly turned the knob and opened the door, stepping out into the dimly lit corridor.

The faint glow from the nightlights spaced along the walls created long shadows, the quiet almost eerie in its stillness.

The door clicked shut behind you, and you glanced down both ends of the hallway, ensuring no one else was awake.

The soft padding of your slippers was the only sound as you started toward the common area and kitchen, hoping that a warm glass of milk might finally bring you the rest you so desperately needed.

The hallway was silent as you padded softly toward the common area, the plush bunny slippers muffling your steps.

The faint glow of the nightlights cast long, uneven shadows along the walls, making the journey feel almost surreal.

You wrapped your hoodie tighter around yourself, the chill of the late hour seeping into the air.

When you reached the entrance to the common area, you paused, peeking around the corner to make sure no one else was there.

The room was still, the furniture sitting in quiet disarray from the day’s activities.

You exhaled softly, relieved to find it empty.

The last thing you wanted was to explain to anyone why you were up at such an hour.

Stepping carefully into the room, you avoided the creaky section of the floor near the couch and made your way toward the kitchen.

The soft dim light above the stove was just bright enough to illuminate the space without being harsh on your tiredless eyes.

You flicked on the overhead light, setting it to its lowest setting.

The warm glow cast soft shadows across the countertops, giving the kitchen a cozy, almost inviting atmosphere.

You headed straight for the fridge, the cool air brushing against your face as you pulled the door open.

The gallon of milk sat on the bottom shelf, its familiar red cap catching your eye.

You reached for it, careful not to knock over anything else as you lifted it out.

Closing the fridge door quietly, you placed the milk on the counter with a soft thunk, the sound barely registering in the silence.

Turning toward the cabinets, you opened one and pulled out a simple white mug, its handle smooth and cool in your hand.

Placing the mug on the counter beside the milk, you unscrewed the red cap and tilted the gallon carefully, watching as the milk poured in a steady stream.

You stopped halfway, not wanting to overfill it, and set the jug back down before twisting the cap back on.

The microwave sat in the corner of the counter, its shiny surface reflecting the dim light.

You opened the door and placed the mug inside, the faint hum of the appliance filling the kitchen as you set the timer for 30 seconds.

Pressing the start button, you leaned against the counter, crossing your arms as you waited.

The seconds ticked by, the quiet whirring of the microwave somehow soothing in the stillness.

Your eyes wandered around the kitchen, taking in the familiar surroundings.

The little magnets on the fridge, the neatly arranged dish rack, the faint scent of dish soap lingering in the air—it all felt comforting, grounding you as you stood there.

The microwave beeped softly, breaking your thoughts.

You straightened up and walked over, carefully opening the door and reaching inside to grab the mug.

The warmth of the ceramic seeped into your hands, the gentle heat a welcome contrast to the chill of the kitchen.

Turning back toward the island counter, you walked over and leaned against it, the cool surface pressing against your side as you cradled the mug in your hands.

The warm aroma of the milk wafted up, calming in its simplicity.

You raised the cup to your lips, taking a small sip.

The warmth spread through you, soothing and comforting in a way that made the late hour feel a little less daunting.

You took another small sip from the cup, the warmth of the milk spreading through your chest in a way that momentarily calmed you.

The heat soothed the chill of the night, and for a brief second, you thought maybe—just maybe—it was working.

You let yourself lean against the counter, the edge pressing into your hip as you closed your eyes, trying to focus on whether you felt even a shred of drowsiness.

Seconds passed, and you tried to gauge your body’s response.

Was your breathing slower?

Did your limbs feel heavier? No.

Instead of the calm onset of sleep, all you could register was the lingering warmth of the cup against your fingers and an irritating ache pulsing on the right side of your head.

A small headache—not sharp but dull and persistent—pounded in rhythm with your heartbeat.

You sighed heavily, the frustration creeping into your chest like a slow-moving wave.

Turning around to face the counter fully, you placed the mug down with a soft clink.

The weight of it leaving your hands felt symbolic, almost as if you were giving up on the idea that it might help.

Leaning forward, you pressed your elbows onto the countertop, resting your head in your arms.

The surface of the counter was cool against your skin, contrasting with the heat that lingered in your cheeks and forehead.

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to push away the overwhelming tide of hopelessness that threatened to break through.

Why was it always like this?

Why couldn’t you have one peaceful night of sleep?

The questions circled in your mind, swirling together with the ache in your head and the exhaustion tugging at your body.

You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it was only a minute or two.

After a while, you lifted your head slightly, your arms still folded beneath you as you brought your fingers to your temples.

With slow, deliberate motions, you began rubbing gentle circles into the tender spots on either side of your head, hoping it would ease the ache.

The repetitive motion was soothing to a degree, but it wasn’t enough to quell the overwhelming sense of defeat.

The hopelessness grew, bubbling in your chest until it felt like it might spill over.

With a small groan of frustration, you let your hand drop and press your palm firmly against your forehead, as if grounding yourself physically could somehow calm your mind.

You stood in that position for a couple of seconds, hoping that this would have caused some kind of change.

But then...

That’s when you heard it—the faint sound of shuffling near the entrance to the common area.

Your muscles tensed instinctively, and you slowly lifted your head, your palm still half-covering your face.

The soft padding of footsteps grew louder and closer.

Lowering your hand completely, you turned your gaze toward the source of the noise, desperation evident in your expression.

You weren’t sure what you expected to see.

Maybe another sleepless student wandering the halls, or perhaps even a teacher.

But as you blinked against the dim light, you focused on the figure stepping into view, and your heart stuttered in your chest.

Your eyes met Shinsou’s as he stepped fully into the dim light of the common area.

He stood there in his usual unbothered stance, one hip slightly cocked, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black sweatpants.

The plain T-shirt he wore was loose but not enough to hide the lean frame of someone who spent hours training.

His hair was an unkempt mess, half covering his forehead in uneven strands, but it wasn’t unflattering.

He looked tired, though—not just the ordinary kind of tired, but the weight-of-the-world-on-your-shoulders kind that resonated deeply with your own sleepless struggles.

“Shinsou…” you muttered, your voice low and scratchy from disuse.

Your blank stare met his equally weary one, and for a moment, neither of you moved.

His gaze swept over you briefly, taking in your disheveled form.

The messy low bun you’d hastily tied your hair into, the strands framing your face, and the tight tank top that was covered with your oversized hoodie didn’t seem to faze him.

He blinked slowly, his dark purple eyes lingering just long enough to notice the faint crease of exhaustion on your brow and the slight redness in your eyes.

Then, with a small sigh, he averted his gaze, his head turning to the side as though he couldn’t bring himself to stare for too long.

“What are you doing awake?” he asked, his voice steady but quieter than usual.

You hesitated, unsure how to answer.

You stayed where you were, your elbows still propped on the counter, hands loosely clasped in front of you.

The weight of his question seemed heavier than it should have, as if he wasn’t just asking why you were out of bed but why you always seemed to end up like this—tired, restless, and chasing sleep that never came.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I thought… I thought warm milk might help.”

His eyes flicked back to you momentarily, studying the mug that sat on the counter in front of you.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something but decided against it.

Instead, he walked further into the room, his sock-covered feet making soft scuffing sounds against the floor.

“You really think that works?” he asked, leaning against the edge of the kitchen island opposite you. His tone wasn’t mocking—just curious, with a hint of skepticism.

You shrugged, your gaze dropping to the cup in front of you. “I don’t know. It’s supposed to… but it hasn’t helped yet.”

There was a beat of silence, and you shifted uncomfortably under his steady gaze.

His presence was grounding, in a way, but also unnerving. It was like he could see through the layers of exhaustion and frustration you’d piled up over the weeks.

He tilted his head slightly, his messy hair falling further over his forehead. “You’ve been like this for a while, haven’t you?”

Your lips parted in surprise, but you quickly closed them, unsure how to respond.

He wasn’t wrong—your sleepless nights had become more frequent, more intense.

But hearing it said aloud made it harder to ignore.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” you said, brushing off the comment with a weak smile. “Just stress, probably.”

Shinsou didn’t look convinced.

He straightened up slightly, his hands still buried in his pockets. “You should’ve told someone. Aizawa, maybe. He’d get it.”

You shook your head, letting out a dry laugh. “What’s he gonna do? Expel my insomnia?”

For the first time, Shinsou’s lips quirked up into a faint smirk, but it faded quickly as his gaze softened. “Still,” he murmured, his voice losing its edge. “You shouldn’t deal with it alone.”

The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard, and you looked up at him fully for the first time since he entered.

There was something raw and genuine in his expression—something that told you he understood more than he let on.

“I’ll be fine,” you said softly, though even you didn’t fully believe it.

Shinsou looked at you for a long moment before sighing again, the sound heavy and tired.

“You’re stubborn,” he muttered, shaking his head slightly.

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto your face. “Takes one to know one.”

A quiet chuckle escaped him, and the sound was softer than you expected—almost comforting.

He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxing as he watched you take another slow sip of your warm milk.

For a moment, the exhaustion didn’t feel as suffocating, and the ache in your head seemed to ease just a little.

You tilted your head slightly, the warm milk in your hands now forgotten as you studied Shinsou.

His tired features, the shadows under his eyes, and the way his hair still managed to fall perfectly into place despite its unkempt state—it was all so quintessentially him.

But what really caught your attention was the way he carried himself, like someone who was used to holding more than he let on.

“So,” you began softly, your voice cutting through the quiet hum of the appliances. “What’s your story?”

Shinsou blinked, his gaze shifting from the floor to meet yours.

For a moment, he just stared at you blankly as if trying to process your words. “My story?” he asked plainly, his tone laced with mild confusion.

You nodded, leaning a bit more heavily against the counter. “What are you doing up, I mean…” you clarified, your eyes searching his for some kind of answer.

Shinsou stood still for a moment, his posture relaxed yet unreadable.

His purple eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened under the dim light.

They seemed more vulnerable now, less guarded. Finally, he leaned away from the counter, his hands slipping out of his pockets.

Without a word, he moved around the kitchen island, his steps slow but deliberate.

You watched as he made his way to the fridge, his movements almost sluggish but still precise.

When he opened the fridge door, the cool light illuminated his face, casting shadows over his angular features.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he answered simply, his voice low and steady as he reached for a water bottle.

The plastic crinkled slightly in his grip as he closed the fridge door with his other hand.

You raised an eyebrow, shifting your weight slightly. “That’s it? No elaborate explanation? No deep confession about what’s keeping you up?”

Shinsou chuckled softly, a sound that was more like a low exhale than an actual laugh.

He twisted the cap off the water bottle and took a small sip before leaning against the counter opposite you.

His eyes met yours again, and for a moment, you thought he might actually open up.

But instead, he smirked faintly, his lips barely curving upward. “Not everyone has a dramatic reason for being awake at 1 a.m.,” he said, his tone teasing but gentle.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Fair enough,” you murmured, taking another sip of your milk.

The two of you stood there in comfortable silence for a moment, the quiet of the night settling around you like a blanket.

It wasn’t awkward—if anything, it felt oddly intimate.

The soft hum of the refrigerator filled the space between you, and the warmth of your milk seemed to seep into your bones, easing the tension you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

Shinsou set his water bottle down on the counter, his fingers tapping lightly against the plastic. “What about you?” he asked, his gaze flickering back to you. “What’s keeping you up tonight?”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening slightly around your mug. “Same as always,” you admitted, your voice quieter now.

“I just… can’t sleep. No matter what I do, it’s like my brain doesn’t want to shut off.”

Shinsou nodded, his expression unreadable but understanding. “I get that,” he said after a moment.

“Sometimes it feels like the harder you try to sleep, the more impossible it gets.”

“Exactly,” you said, feeling a small rush of relief that he understood. “And then I end up here, drinking warm milk like it’s some kind of magic cure.”

He chuckled again, the sound a bit louder this time. “At least you’re trying,” he said, pushing off the counter and taking another sip of his water.

“That’s more than some people would do.”

You tilted your head, curious. “What do you do when you can’t sleep?”

Shinsou glanced at you, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Usually? I just… stay awake. Sometimes I train, sometimes I read. Whatever keeps me from thinking too much.”

You nodded, understanding the sentiment all too well. “Guess we’re both stuck in the same boat tonight,” you said, offering him a small smile.

He returned it, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that made your chest feel just a little lighter. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Guess we are.”

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the silence between you now filled with a quiet sense of camaraderie.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make the night feel a little less lonely.

You gave Shinsou a small, appreciative smile, feeling a little less alone in your insomnia.

The warmth of the milk in your hands grounded you, and his quiet presence seemed to calm the restlessness in your chest.

“So,” you began, breaking the comfortable silence, “do you think we’ll ever get used to this whole sleepless thing? Or are we doomed to be midnight wanderers forever?”

Shinsou leaned back against the counter, his fingers loosely gripping his water bottle.

His tired purple eyes glanced at you, a hint of amusement flickering in their depths.

“I don’t know,” he replied, his voice low and calm. “Maybe we’re just wired differently. Some people can sleep like rocks, and then there’s us.”

You chuckled softly, lifting your mug for another sip. “It’s unfair, really. I’d kill to sleep like Kirishima. That guy could probably sleep through an earthquake.”

“Or Kaminari,” Shinsou added, his lips quirking into a small smirk. “He passes out anywhere. I caught him napping under a desk once.”

You laughed quietly, imagining the sight. “That sounds about right. I swear he’s part cat or something.”

Shinsou’s smirk grew a little, and he took a sip of his water, his gaze lingering on you for a moment. “At least you’re not alone in it,” he said after a pause.

“Even if it sucks, it’s not the worst thing in the world to have someone else awake, too.”

His words caught you off guard, and your grip on your mug tightened slightly.

There was something unspoken in his tone, an underlying sincerity that made your chest ache in a way you couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s nice having someone to talk to.”

Shinsou nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching into the faintest smile.

Neither of you said anything for a while after that, the silence settling back over the room like a thick, comforting blanket.

Eventually, you finished your milk, the empty mug feeling heavier in your hands than it should.

With a quiet sigh, you pushed off the counter and made your way to the sink, the soft tap of your bunny slippers the only sound in the room.

You rinsed the mug and placed it carefully in the sink, the clink of ceramic against metal almost too loud in the stillness.

Turning back to Shinsou, you gave him a small nod. “I’m gonna sit down for a bit,” you said, your voice soft. “You can join if you want.”

He didn’t respond immediately, simply watching as you walked toward the common room.

The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, and you reached for one of the folded blankets draped over the back of the couch.

It was soft and thick, the kind of blanket that made you feel warm just holding it.

Settling onto the couch, you wrapped the blanket around yourself, tucking it under your legs as you leaned back against the cushions.

The warmth seeped into your skin, and you let out a quiet sigh, your body finally starting to relax.

A moment later, you heard the soft shuffle of footsteps behind you.

Turning your head slightly, you saw Shinsou making his way toward you, his water bottle still in hand.

He moved with an easy, almost lazy confidence, his posture relaxed and unhurried.

He stopped a few feet away, his gaze meeting yours briefly before he sat down at the opposite end of the couch.

The distance wasn’t too far, but it wasn’t close enough to feel intrusive either. It was the perfect balance, and you couldn’t help but feel a small pang of gratitude for his thoughtfulness.

Shinsou leaned back against the cushions, his legs stretched out in front of him.

He rested his water bottle on his knee, his fingers idly tracing the ridges of the plastic. His eyes flicked toward you, soft and curious.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.

You nodded, offering him a small smile. “Yeah. Just… tired in all the wrong ways.”

Shinsou hummed in understanding, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I get that.”

The two of you sat there in silence, the quiet hum of the building and the soft rustle of the blanket the only sounds between you.

It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable—it felt natural, like the kind of silence that only existed between people who truly understood each other.

The soft, ambient quiet of the room allowed you both to settle into a peaceful rhythm, the gentle rustle of fabric and the occasional sip of water breaking the silence.

You had your legs stretched out under the blanket, your body sinking into the couch, and your mind almost drifting into a sort of haze.

Shinsou seemed content to just sit, his own legs outstretched as he relaxed beside you.

After a moment, you shifted slightly, your curiosity pulling you out of the comfortable quiet. “So,” you began, breaking the stillness.

“What kind of books do you usually read?” you asked, remembering how he had mentioned reading to take his mind off of things.

Shinsou looked at you, his eyes glinting with interest before he shrugged slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I’m into horror mostly,” he replied nonchalantly, as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that answer. “Horror? Really?”

He nodded, his expression turning serious, though there was a glint of enthusiasm in his eyes. “Yeah. I’ve always liked it. There's something about a good thriller that gets under your skin, you know? The stuff that makes you look over your shoulder when you’re walking home.”

You chuckled softly, imagining the serious, intense Shinsou reading a book and jumping at the slightest sound. “I can’t imagine you getting scared, though.”

Shinsou smirked at that, his gaze shifting toward the ceiling as he leaned back into the cushions, his arm stretching out to rest on his knee.

“You’d be surprised,” he said with a small laugh. “There’s a book I’m reading right now that’s got me hooked. It’s called The Haunting of Ashfield Manor.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That sounds... intense. What’s it about?”

Shinsou’s face lit up as he began to speak, his voice warming as he delved into the details of his favorite book.

His words began to flow more quickly, and you could tell this was a topic he was passionate about.

“It’s about this old manor, right? It’s been abandoned for decades, and people say it’s haunted. But the main character, this guy named Evan, decides to go there to investigate. He’s a skeptic and doesn’t believe in ghosts or anything like that. But once he’s inside, weird things start happening. The further he digs, the more he uncovers about the dark past of the house. It’s creepy as hell."

You could hear the excitement in his voice as he spoke, the way his eyes brightened as he recounted the plot.

You smiled at the way he geeked out over it, completely immersed in the story.

“Sounds like the kind of book that makes you want to sleep with the lights on,” you teased, earning a grin from Shinsou.

“You have no idea,” he replied, his voice low and amused. “There’s this one part where Evan finds this hidden room behind a false wall, and when he opens it, there’s a doll sitting in the middle of the room. The air is so thick with tension, and you can hear this whispering—just barely—but no one’s there. I swear, I almost dropped the book when I read that part.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, shaking your head slightly. "I think I’d be too scared to finish that one.”

Shinsou chuckled softly. “Yeah, I don’t blame you. It’s one of those books that sticks with you long after you’re done reading it. But that's what makes it so good, you know? It’s not just about the jumpscares—it’s the suspense that gets you.”

He didn’t seem to notice how he had subtly shifted closer to you as he spoke, his body inching toward yours as he got more animated about the book.

His knee was now just a few inches away from yours, the warmth of his body radiating toward you as he leaned in a little.

It felt natural, comfortable, like he was just… there with you, sharing something that mattered to him.

His hand rested casually on his knee, but as he shifted, the back of his hand brushed softly against the exposed skin of your thigh.

You didn’t notice at first, your focus entirely on him and the way he was talking about his book, but the gentle pressure of his hand felt warm against your leg.

As he continued describing the eerie atmosphere of the manor, you found yourself drawn deeper into his words, your attention entirely on him.

His voice had become almost hypnotic, the way he described every detail with such care, as though he were painting a vivid picture right in front of your eyes.

“The last chapter got me, though,” Shinsou went on, his voice dropping slightly as he leaned forward.

“Evan’s digging deeper into the mystery, right? And he starts seeing things—like, actual ghosts. But the craziest part is... he’s not sure if they’re real or if it’s just his mind playing tricks on him. And the thing is, you never really know. The author doesn’t make it clear whether it’s all just in his head or if the house really is haunted.”

You let out a soft sigh, clearly impressed by the way he spoke about it. “That sounds so intense.”

Shinsou nodded, a glimmer of excitement still in his eyes as he finished his thought.

“It is. The whole book builds up to this point where you can’t tell what’s real anymore. It messes with your mind. It’s brilliant.”

You chuckled lightly, shaking your head. “You really are into this stuff, huh?”

He shrugged slightly, his smirk returning. “What can I say? It’s fun getting lost in a good story.”

You glanced down at where your skin brushed against his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch on your thigh.

You hadn’t realized how close you two had gotten until now, but the proximity didn’t make you uncomfortable.

If anything, it felt... natural.

You turned your gaze back up to Shinsou, meeting his eyes, and saw the quiet enjoyment on his face.

He seemed content, lost in his world of books, and you couldn’t help but feel glad you were there to share it with him.

The conversation flowed naturally between you and Shinsou, each word he spoke, pulling you deeper into his world.

He had such a captivating way of talking about his passion for horror, and you couldn’t help but be drawn to him as he spoke.

His voice was smooth, deep, and had a certain rhythm to it, like music playing in the background.

Every word felt like it had a purpose, and the way he described his favorite books, his voice becoming more animated with each sentence, made you smile.

You were completely entranced by him now, hanging onto every word. “So, what got you into books?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

You wanted to know more about him, more about what shaped his love for all things horror.

His eyes seemed to brighten as you asked, clearly excited to share.

“Well, it wasn’t always books, you know,” he began, his voice calm and smooth.

“It started with movies. Horror movies, to be specific. My parents were into thrillers, and I’d watch them with them when I was younger. But, eventually, I realized that books had a whole different kind of power. They didn’t just show you the scares. They made you feel them. Like, the tension builds in a way movies can’t. You’re forced to imagine it yourself, and that’s... that’s what really got me.”

You nodded, feeling like you were starting to understand him more. “That makes sense,” you said softly, shifting your position slightly, trying to get more comfortable.

His words were soothing, and the more he spoke, the more relaxed you became.

His voice was like a lullaby in a way, the depth of it making you feel safe and at ease.

Shinsou continued talking, his hands moving as he described different horror movies and books that had inspired him.

You barely noticed how your body had started to relax, your eyelids growing heavy as you leaned back against the couch.

His voice filled the space, but your mind began to drift, lost in the warmth of the moment.

You shifted slightly, trying to stay awake, but it was hard.

Every word he said seemed to wrap around you like a cozy blanket, making you feel more drowsy by the second.

As you sat beside him, your head started to droop, and before you realized it, your body began to lean into him.

You tried to fight it, to stay awake and engaged, but the soft pull of sleep was too strong.

Your eyes fluttered for a second, and then you gave in. Without even meaning to, your head slowly tilted toward him, coming to rest on his broad, warm shoulder.

It wasn’t until he felt the steady, comforting pressure on his shoulder beneath your cheek that he realized you had fallen asleep.

The sudden contact seemed to startle Shinsou, but by the time his attention returned to you, you were already half asleep, your breathing slow and steady.

He blinked, looking down at you with a soft frown, his voice quieter now. "Hey... you there?" he asked, his tone unsure, but there was a trace of concern in it.

You didn’t answer him, your head still resting against his shoulder, your breath, steady and calm.

You felt safe there, warm and completely at peace.

Shinsou didn’t seem to expect you to fall asleep, but the moment lingered—like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.

He looked down at you again, his dark eyes softening as he watched you.

After a moment, he let out a small sigh.

"You're so knocked out, aren't you?" he muttered under his breath, his voice a mix of amusement and something else you couldn’t quite place.

He shifted slightly, moving just enough so he could adjust his posture.

His hand, which had been resting loosely on his knee, now moved to gently tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear.

His fingers brushed your skin lightly, but he seemed to hesitate for a second before pulling his hand back.

He let out a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh again, leaning back against the couch with you still nestled against his shoulder.

He didn’t seem to mind.

The weight of your body resting next to his felt natural, like a quiet, unspoken bond between you two.

There was a peace to it, a comfort that neither of you had to force.

You were just there, together in the silence, the space between you filled only with the quiet sound of your breathing and the soft hum of the night around you.

Shinsou adjusted his position slightly, making sure you were comfortable before leaning back against the couch himself.

His eyes closed for a moment, but his attention was still on you, the soft rise and fall of your chest beneath your head.

“You really are something, huh?” he whispered softly, almost to himself.

It wasn’t a complaint. There was no annoyance in his voice—only a quiet, almost fond amusement.

He seemed to smile slightly at the thought, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer, watching you sleep soundly, the gentle rhythm of your breathing matching his own.

It was a simple, peaceful moment. One that didn’t need words, just the gentle assurance of being there together.

And as the minutes passed, Shinsou finally let himself relax, the sounds of your peaceful sleep and his own slowing breath blending together as the night stretched on, the two of you quietly sharing a space in the stillness.

AUTHORS NOTE: I know this isn't exactly what you requested, but I wanted to do something similar in my own way!! If you like, I could do something more to your liking!! ᡣ𐭩

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Adult Bakugo x Female Reader Fanfic

[collabwithmyself]

The pirate roleplay server I was excited about turned out to have shut down the RP section of their server months ago (even though they're still advertising as a roleplay server on Disboard and still have all the character creation and lore stuff up). And I didn't realize until AFTER I finished my sheet and made a ref. I drew this seal for NOTHING. Please look at him anyway

[azzo0]

Nightly Routine

Summary: Shinsou loves watching you do your skincare. He also loves it when you do his skincare for him.

Shinsou loves sitting on the bed, watching you do your nightly skincare routine, patiently waiting for you to finish so you can do his. He doesn't know the names of the serums you're dripping over your face, and neither does he know the order of application.

You turn around, cleaning your fingers with a wet wipe. You smile at him as he watches you eagerly, sitting with his hands under his thighs. You take the green frog eyes headband from the dressing table and put it on his head, pushing his hair back.

"Did you wash your face?" You ask.

"Mm," he nods, closing his eyes.

He feels you put drops of some mysterious serum on his face. Your cool fingers spread it on his skin. You lightly tap his face all over with your fingers, letting the serum absorb. He loves it when you do that.

You proceed to put some more different serums on his face. He doesn't get why there are so many. Can't one get the job done? But he's not complaining because his face is getting a free massage.

He opens his eyes when you walk away with the serums. You return with a tube of eye cream and the moisturizer. He closes his eyes again to let you rub the eye cream under his eyes, followed by the moisturizer.

"Done." You grin at him, removing the headband. "Thanks." He goes under the covers, waiting for you to finish putting your skin care products back. After turning the lights off, you climb under the blanket beside him, snuggling into his chest. He puts his chin on your head, shutting his eyes when he remembers something.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"You forgot the lip balm."

"I did? Do you want me to go get it for you?" You ask, propping up on one elbow.

"No," He brings his head towards you, pressing his lips onto yours. "Now we're good."

[nekoo3001]

Shinso's birthday! I was drawing something else but didn’t have time to finish it so I’m posting this one

[frickingnerd]

shinsou with a popular crush

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

tags: shinsou & all class 1A boys have a crush on reader, wholesome & silly fluff, jealousy & rivalry, love 'triangle'

shinsou had his eyes on you for a while now, always just admiring you from afar

but when he finally transferred into class 1A, shinsou saw his chance to get to know you and perhaps finally ask you out!

however, he wasn't the only person with a crush on you and he'd soon learn that, when he tried to ask you to sit with him during lunch

turns out there was already a line of boys waiting for you, wanting to ask the exact same question

shinsou knew you were well liked, but he didn't know just how popular you were among the boys of your class…

he watched, as you sat with a group of boys from your class, laughing and talking with them, as they all fought for your attention

he was even rudely reminded by one of them, that as the new guy in class, shinsou should just get in line and wait for his turn to talk to you!

his chances to talk to you or ever get any alone time with you seemed meek, but shinsou was determined that once he got a chance to talk to you by himself, he wouldn't waste his shot and ask you out!

[slayfics]

Unknown Pleasures Ch. 4

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

666 words

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Artwork by @bythevay 💜

You sat in the infirmary, knees pulled to your chest. Across the room, Hitoshi was still unconscious in the hospital bed. Recovery Girl had healed him, but she shared that it would take some time for him to wake up.

The scene replayed in your mind. The way your emotions had got the better of you caused you to lash out at Katsuki, Aizawa stepping in between you both, and the defeated look in Katsuki's eyes.

Could he really be upset you had grown feelings for Hitoshi? If it meant that much to him, why wasn't he vocal about his feelings?

It seemed to you that your presence was always a burden to him. The fight you two had the night previously solidified that for you.

Hitoshi stirred in the hospital bed. His hand came up to rub his face, immediately followed by a grimace after aggravating the burn on his face.

The pain on Hitoshi's face washed away any lingering thoughts of Katsuki.

"Don't," you whispered, pulling his hand away from his face to prevent the dazed hero from scratching at his injuries any further.

"Hm?" Hitoshi hummed, turning to the sound of your voice. Eyes blinking trying to make sense of where he was. The harsh hospital lights illuminated your presence, causing Hitoshi to wonder if this was a dream.

"You're in the infirmary," you explained to him.

Memories came flooding back to him, the venomous look in Katsuki's eyes, followed by a loud bang, hot heat, and then nothing.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled weakly. Even though those words weren't nearly enough, it was all you had.

Hitoshi blinked at you confused again, "There's no need to apologize, this is part of being in the hero course, right?"

"Yes but, Bakugo wouldn't have gone that hard on you if it wasn't because...," You trailed off not knowing how to put the rest into words.

"Oh that, well there's no need to apologize for that either. I know I lost the spar with him, and he messed me up badly but- it's hard to feel like I really lost. Since you're here with me and not him," Hitoshi explained, unable to keep the smirk off of his face.

Even through the bandages and burn marks Hitoshi's shit-eating grin shined up at you. A high that no physical pain could bring him down from. You were here in the infirmary for him, concerned about him, finally leaving Katsuki behind. Finally giving someone else a chance, someone who wouldn't take your affection for granted.

You let out a soft sigh at Hitoshi's unwavering persistence to win you over, "Scoot over," you instructed him.

Hitoshi eyed you curiously, as he scooted over, and you made your way to join him sitting on the infirmary bed.

"You really don't care about what happened today?" You asked, astounded that Hitoshi had such a level head about the situation. 

"Nope. Not as long as you're ok." He stated.

"Me ok!? I'm not the one sitting in a hospital bed," you pointed out.

"Yeah, but I already told you I don't care about that. Bakugo's tantrum today was because he realized he was losing you. That he's wasted too much of his time not appreciating you. I would never do such a thing. I'd never push you aside, or make you have to second guess how I really feel. So- what do you say? Can we make this official?" Hitoshi asked. "Once I'm healed up I'll take you out, anywhere you want to go, and I promise to make you happy."

"How can I say no after everything I've put you through? Besides, it's nice to feel wanted for a change," you said placing a gentle kiss on Hitoshi's cheek.

"Hey!" A voice yelled starting you both. "He needs to rest! What are you doing in here!?" Recovery girl scolded. "Out out!"

You jumped out of bed, "I'll see you soon then," You smiled at Hitoshi before being pushed out by Recovery Girl.

sinners: @unofficialsapphire @maddietries @fiannee @derangedmango @reneinii @peachsukii @abadbitchblogs @deluluforcarlos55 @that-one-fangirl69 @pinkpurpledreams @bythevay @aespie @thisbicc @bumblebeebutter @luvsymai @h3artz4soph

[shrimplysleepless]

another nnsg meme redraw

[kitkat13001]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎

>> hitoshi shinsou x reader

>> no warnings! holiday fluff 🎄🫶

“‘toshi, i’m home!” you yell, baring your teeth back at your cat when he hisses at you. you scratch the stubborn thing behind the ears and he purrs contentedly, no longer hostile. “yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“living room,” he calls back in his soothing deep voice. 

you follow the sound, padding into the living room where hitoshi is sprawled on the couch watching tv. your cat jumps into his lap and shinsou pats his head, smiling when he purrs contentedly. 

the christmas tree bathes the dark room in several neon colors, washing hitoshi in a rainbow of light. 

he smiles lazily up at you. “hey, honey. how was work?”

you grab the squirming cat and move him before collapsing on hitoshi’s chest yourself with a groan. “work was work. denki was out with a cold so mina and i had to work a double shift.”

he hums sympathetically, running his fingers through your hair. he presses a kiss on the top of your head. “left you some mongolian in the microwave.”

“hitoshi shinsou, you are my hero. i love you. you are-“

you’re cut off when the lights flicker a second, then go out completely and you’re left laying on shinsou’s chest in the completely dark room. 

“shinsou?”

“yeah?”

“it’s dark.”

“i can see that. or rather, i can’t see anything.”

you laugh at his joke. you must be rubbing off on him. 

you stumble around together in the dark for a while, looking for the candles you have stashed in one of the drawers. you make your way to the window, trying to avoid bumping into the tables. 

“the whole block’s out,” you note, not a single light on the whole street below, aside from car headlights. “must be the snow.”

hitoshi appears behind you and you jump, startled by his sudden appearance. with his eye bags and the ghostly glow of the candle underneath his face, he looks pretty freaky. you giggle. 

“you look like a ghost. a purple ghost.” 

he smirks and pats your head like he would pet the cat. it makes you pout and further prompts his smirking. 

you snatch the lighter out of his hand and go to light another candle on the table, aggressively trying to ignite the wick. 

hitoshi shoots you a sideways glance. “should you really be in charge of lighting candles?”

“i’m grown,” you insist with a scowl. 

“you’re an arsonist, that’s what you are. give it here.”

he takes the lighter from you despite your protesting. “go light up the kitchen so i can look for more candles.”

you cross your arms. “you’re no fun.”

he sighs. “i’ll let you shine the flashlight like a disco light.”

you beam immediately, the pout disappearing. “really?!”

he laughs at your enthusiasm. “yeah.”

you light a couple more candles, enough to illuminate the apartment. you gaze outside and sure enough, the apartments across the street have also lit candles and lanterns. the little specks of light are enough to take the place of the festive christmas lights for a little while. the sight makes you smile and you snatch shinsou’s hoodie from the couch and climb out onto the fire escape. 

you don’t hear hitoshi come up behind you until he’s taking a seat beside you. “this where you got off to, baby?”

you nod, not taking your eyes off the view. he smiles softly at you, winding an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer. you drop your head on his shoulder, still staring at the lights. 

“it’s beautiful.”

>> dividers by @/anitalenia

somethin’ old i reworked, i was in the mood for winter fluff. procrastinating studying 🤞 stay warm, and feel free to leave a holiday request! love - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 🩷🩷