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velvetydream · 5 years ago

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Protect me ; Hitoshi Shinsou x fem! Reader

a/n ; request by @cherry-bug ... I really had a tough time with comming up with a plot for this, so I hope you like it and that it turned out good! Uwu♡ Also I'm sorry that it took so long, but my mental health is at a pretty low point right now... I hope ya'll like it, even though I myself think it's pretty bad written...

Summary ; Shinsou always though you were the tough kind of girl and didn't need anyone to protect you. But as you were being bullied by some of the guys in your general studie class, you finally tell Shinsou you want to be protected.

Pairing ; Hitoshi Shinsou x fem! Reader

Word count ; 1159 words

Genre ; Fluff, Drama ➵ Wanrings ; Bullying

You admired Shinsou to the fullest, he was strong, had no fear and also wasn't bothered by the bullying he received from time to time.

Not like you, it really got to you when your classmates told you how useless you were, how you would never be a hero and the worst was when they would punch you merciless.

Shinsou always wondered how you got all these bruses, but since you two weren't that close, he though it was not his business to ask you about it and also, he saw you as a pretty tough person, so he though maybe you just were a bit clumsy and fell.

"Hitoshi, [Surename], please clean the room for today, then come to the sportsfield." Mr.Aizawa told both of you, making you nod and your bullys laugh.

"The two freaks together!" One of them laughs, as Aizawa already left the room, so they won't get in any trouble.

"S-Shut up.." You tell them, making the leader of them snicker.

"What do you want to do about it useless? Ask that villain to rescue you?" He laughs like a maniac, mocking both of you.

"Right now you guys are more villain than me.." Where Shinsous annoyed words, while he was cleaing the board.

"What did you just say?" One of the other guys, asked pissed.

"Are you deaf..? Y-You are the villains!" You tell them again, making the leader throw a punch at you and land it on your right cheek.

"That's it! How dare you hit someone innocent?!" Shinsou barks, looking furiously at the boys.

"Oh we-" The leader wanted to answer but he couldn't, because his eyes glossed over in white, signaling that he was being controled by Shinsou.

"Go to the teachers room and tell them what you just did." Shinsou says in a furious tone, making the leader walk out with his glossed eyes, the other boys running after him to get him to stop.

"Are you alright?" Shinsou asks with a pretty worried tone, walking over to you, to see if your cheek is alright.

"Yeah I think so.." You sigh, looking to the side, as Shinsou was inspecting your cheek.

"We should just get this done.." You mumble, walking to the front, so you can clean the rest, your back turned to Shinsou, that way you couldn't see his concerned expression.

From that day on, you don't really know why or how but, Shinsou was kind of around you almost all the time.

You never tried to talk to him, scared he would think of you as weak, because of the incident with theses bullys.

On the other hand, Shinsou started to watch over you, always brainwashing the guys when they got to close to him, cause of that ruthless behavior, Aizawa had to get him out of trouble quit a few times.

But the though, why you wouldn't do something about theses guys, was always on his mind, wondering why you let these people play around with you like that.

It was a friday, the second break, that means only two periods till this hell was over.

But of course, you couldn't enjoy your break, no.. these guys had to find you and be pissed to the maximum, after the last time Shinsou brainwashed them.

So what where you excactly doing right now? Running away from theses three, pissed guys, that where chasing you through the whole school, threatening you that they would finally get you.

You cursed youself when you felt yourseld run into a hard chest and fall to the ground, making the boys, who didn't look who the person was you run into, laugh.

"Are you alright?" You hear Shinsou soft voice, as he crouches down in front of you.

"Protect me.. Please Shinsou!" You finally tell him, falling against him, cause of your fear of these boys, laying your arms around his neck.

"It's alright.. I'll help you.." He softly tells you, standing up with your scared form and looking at the guys with a mad lock in his eyes.

"Seriously can't you idiots just fuck off? You're annoying as hell to deal with." Shinsou said with an annoyed face, having one of his arms around you, to give you the assurance that you are save.

"Then just leave and we can deal with that-" One of them wanted to answer, making Shinsou snicker and roll his eyes.

"You surely never learn, go to the teachers room and finally spill all the shit you ever did to Y/N." And immediately the leader walks away to the teachers room.

"Are you alright? I tried to look out for you these past weeks, but I guess it didn't work out that well.." Shinsou sighs, looking down at your smal frame.

"I-I'm sorry.. I'm always causing you trouble.." You whine, clinging on to Shinsou.

"You're not causing me trouble, these idiots are causing me trouble.." Shinsou tells you, running a hand through your hair.

He would've loved to tell you how he felt about you right now, but he had a feeling it was the wrong timing.

Present Mic was the one to get you two, so principal Nezu could talk with you two about this topic.

You explained everything, Shinsou was beside you the wholr time holding your hand. After explaining these boys were expelled from U.A.

You and Shinsou were getting closer to each other everyday and you were glad you could get closer to you hero, that would protect you from bad things.

After a few month Shinsou finally couldn't kerp his secret anymore and told you he loved you, you were so happy, since you aldo catched feelings for the purple haired boy in the last few month.

Now you two are together for three month now, no one ever bothered you again since Shinsou started to protect you and you are so glad to be able to call Shinsou your hero.

[Extended Ending]

"Hey Y/N-Chan!" Midoriya called out for you, as you were walking through thr halls of the stadium the second sports festival is held.

"Oh hey..!" You greet him, you meet Midoriya a few month ago and became great friends in that time.

"Isn't Shinsou with you?" He asks confused since you two were together almost all the time.

"Oh I was just on my way to him!" You tell him smiling brightly.

"Y/N.. is he bothering you?" Sounds Shinsous voice in the hallway, while footsteps are heard and how they make their way to you.

"N-No! Not at all!" You tell him, as Shinsou lays his arms protectively around you, looking at Midoriya.

One thing that also happened over these few month of dating was... that Shinsou got quit overprotective over you, you didn't really mind, if it wouldn't also be about your friends.

"Let's just go.. The others are probably waiting!" You tell both of them, with a nervous laugh, as Shinsou stares warningly at Midorya.

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wishartszxxyuh · 4 years ago

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Hitoshi Shinsou

#art #hitoshi shinso fanart #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitsohi shinsou #bnha #bnha manga spoilers #bnha todoroki #my hero acadamy #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia #rizaloren

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austinonymous · 6 years ago

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Midoriya: “Hey guys, I know a place that has the best Black Friday sales.”

Todoroki & Shinsou: “Where?”

Midoriya, walking out: “My bedroom, clothes will be 100% off.”

Shinsou: “Todoroki, where are you going?”

Todoroki: “I am going to see about this sale, it sounds like a really good deal.”

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #shitpost #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #shinsou hitoshi #hitsohi shinsou #tododeku #midoriya izuku x shinsou hitoshi #midoriya izuku x todoroki shouto #dialogue prompt #midoriya izuku x todoroki shouto x shinsou hitoshi

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minanthesadkids · 6 years ago

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headcanons for shinsou with an s/o

feel free to ask for ceratin headcanon prompts or imagines whatever

**disclaimer** using you as s/o cause i did that by accident and cba to fix it lol

- - -

- lots of lazing around.

- sometimes, he comes by your house when a bunch of your friends are there.

- there’s a lot of awkward whispering and screaming.

- “mina stop please.”

- “yeAH MINA HE’LL BREAK UP WITH HER”

- and then he just laughs and shakes his head and everyone screams in excitement.

- angsty tooth fluff.

- he’s to nervous to try anything really serious with you.

- you say it’s fine, and that they can do it whenever he’s ready.

- he really appreciates you for that.

- lots of passive aggressive comments about bakugo shouting at you or something stupid like that.

- forcing him to play frustration with you.

- ten games later you still haven’t won.

- whenever you tell him to do something, he threatens you with his quirk.

- what would he make you do??? you wonder

- he would make you watch thirteen reasons why with him.

- thats why you never know how you got there.

- you actually literally keep forgetting what is quirk is.

- which is not a good thing to be honest.

- lots of discussing what’ll happen when he becomes a hero!!

- he gets really quiet when you talk about it

- you think it’s because it annoys him

- but really he just likes to hear your fantasies about hero!shinsou

- still calls you by your last name

- “hONESTLY I WILL BREAK UP WITH YOU”

- still doesn’t

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z-mizcellaneous-z · 2 years ago

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i had a realization earlier today so i made a thing

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sightoru · 3 years ago

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—𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞

✩pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Fem!Reader

✩genre: smut, angst, hanahaki disease, flowershop!AU

✩warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, hanahaki disease, robbery, unrequited love, character death, f!receiving oral, praise kink, unprotected sex.

✩ word count: 4.6k

✩authors note: this is a repost from my older blog @/izuushi.

✩inspo and title credit : falsely yours, by charles bukowski

✩excerpt:

Your shop isn’t always on Shinso’s patrol route, but he’s decided you’re worth the daily detour anyways. Some days when he pops in, you don’t notice him immediately; giving him the opportunity to study you working and allowing him to decide what flower he’s going to ask you about today.

Other days, you notice him before he notices you; as if you’ve been waiting around all day for him to come in and finally add his own shade of lavender to the colors that adorn the inside of your shop.

The day Shinso Hitoshi met you, flowers bloomed in his chest.

Irony is a disease that has plagued him his entire life; the irony that his quirk seems better suited for villain work despite being a hero, the irony that all he’s ever wanted is to be soft and well liked despite a harsh and sarcastic exterior. But the biggest irony of his life happened the day he met you.

The scent of the flowers through the open glass door of your shop almost suffocated him, filling up his lungs with overly sweet smells. When he looks through the floor to ceiling glass windows of your shop however -noticing you with your brows furrowed in concentration and your little pink tongue poking out just passed your lips as you carefully arrange a bouquet- he can’t help but feel like he’s coming home. He’s never been a huge fan of flowers, chalking them up as “decorative weeds” and mentally adding it to the ever growing list of things he could care less about.

Looking at you however, he thinks he can change that. He doesn’t register that he’s now standing just inside the door to your shop —momentarily forgetting the patrol he’s supposed to be on— glancing around and taking in the buckets full of flowers that fill every spectrum of the rainbow; the colors spilling over and breathing life into the room. There’s a feeling blooming as he stares at you, clawing at his chest and resting in his throat. He’s not sure what it is; he’s unfamiliar with feeling things that aren’t apathy and disappointment, but there’s something about you that makes him want to find shelter in your rib cage, pressing up close to your heart and living there.

You’re startled for a moment when you finally look up to him, your hand knocking over the vase near you before catching it with a relieved sigh. When your eyes finally meet Shinso’s lavender ones, he feels breathless; like a noose suddenly tightened around his neck. If you feel the same way, you don’t show it; expertly flashing him a perfect customer service smile as you turn towards him.

“Hi, what can I do for you?” You ask him, the chirp in your voice showing how oblivious your effect is on him.

He pauses for a moment, never planning this far ahead and now racking his brain on what he should say. “I was just…curious about your shop?” He forces his eyes to meet yours, a lump being caught in his throat under your gaze. He knows in that moment you’re not falling for his ruse by a barely hidden flash of smugness in your eyes; maybe you aren’t as clueless as he hoped you were. You’re just good at pretending, and Shinso thinks to himself that he likes that. He’s also good at pretending —pretending everything’s fine when it isn’t, pretending he could care less about people’s opinions of his quirk, and most of all: pretending that no one can crack his perfectly sculpted exterior of apathetic sarcasm.

“Curious?” You repeat to him slowly, your customer service persona slowly disappearing with a slight smirk. He’s unnerved by how easily you can see through him, a feat not even his closest friends can achieve. He enjoys being an enigma to the people he allows around him, enjoys appearing as a few pieces short of a complete puzzle to people he’s decided to hold at arm's length.

“Curious.” He confirms, shoving his hands into his pockets and clearing his throat. He feels like a teenager again, back when he was unsure how to use his voice and felt like he had something to prove.

“Well,” you splay your hands on the counter and meet his eyes with a lazy grin. “This is my shop. I’ve never seen you around here before. You’re a hero aren’t you? ‘Fraid I don’t recognize you, are you a new hero?”

You’re truly a breath of fresh air to him. There’s no mincing your words, no avoiding his gaze and most important to him: you’re not afraid to speak to him, a rare treat that he’s not often given. “Been at it a couple of years, but I like to stay in the shadows.” He tells you as his fingers delicately trace the petals of a brilliant red flower. It’s gorgeous, he’s never seen one before; rows and rows of petals overlapping and swallowing each other, each one more beautiful than the last.

“It’s a dahlia.” You inform him. When he looks at you, that same smirk spreads across your face and he feels his heart leap into his throat. “It’s my favorite.”

“I’ve never seen it before.” He can’t hold your gaze, bringing his eyes back down to the bucket of red.

“They’re a bit rare here, but if you shop around hard enough you can definitely find them.” You come out from behind the counter, your hands untying the apron wrapped around your waist. You pull one out of the bucket, holding it up to the light and twirling it delicately between your fingers; it’s even more stunning in the light, shining through the petals like stained glass windows in a church. “They symbolise perseverance.” He’s not sure why you’re telling him this, why you’re looking at him with your mouth set in determination and your eyes full of hope as you extend the flower towards him. “Take it.”

“I’m flattered but I—”

“Something tells me, you’re good at persevering. That you’ve been doing it a long time. I know I just met you, but I think it’s fitting and you should take it.”

He’s floored, wondering if your quirk is splitting people to their core and knowing everything about them. Nonetheless he takes it, carefully making sure his fingers don’t touch yours. “Thank you.”

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He wasn’t supposed to be here. Wasn’t supposed to even be working today, but something deep in Shinso’s gut told him to see you today. He’s not sure why he’s been waking up with you on his mind, like some sort of plague that hasn’t left him since he laid his eyes on your frame through sun tinted windows. He also can’t bring himself to be mad about it; it’s nice to think of your face before he goes to sleep than the faces of people he was too late to save. There’s been a tickle in his throat since he met you last week, reaching and building into this morning to the point where it’s constantly scratching at his throat and mind. He’s trying to ignore it; trying to pretend it doesn’t exist and telling himself that it’s spring and probably allergies, but your face contaminating every thought is something he just can’t ignore anymore.

He should’ve been surprised when he walked into your shop and saw you with your hands shakily handing over money to a man —quirkless he assumes, by the gun that’s pointed at your pretty face. It doesn’t take much for Shinso to stop him, calling out to the man who responds with a snarky remark telling him to fuck off but Shinso —like always— gets the last laugh in these situations. He just wishes it never happened in the first place.

You’re shaking as he walks over to you, hands moving out instinctively to comfort you and he’s grateful that you don’t move away; letting his hands cup your shoulders as you snivel and he inspects you to make sure you’re safe. When he’s satisfied that you’re okay -his lavender eyes searching all over your frame- he can’t help the strange amount of relief coursing through his veins; he’s not sure why or when he cared so much about or well being or why you’re always in the forefront of his mind.

“How did you…. why are you here?” You hiccup, looking at him through tear soaked lashes.

How is he supposed to tell you that some weird static from the universe told him to come? That he can’t get you out of his mind and was debating on coming to see you before something wrenched in his gut and practically forced him here. “I was just in the neighborhood.” He tells you, forcing a smile on his face and hoping that for once you can’t see past him.

“In the neighborhood?” You repeat, not quite falling for it, not quite having the energy to pretend for his sake that you believe him. He just nods, begging you with his eyes not to pry and not to ask; not to make him admit the clutching in his chest when he thinks of you. But like a saint he knows you are, you don’t say anything. You just nod and let it go.

When he enters his apartment that night —the pesky little cough that was bothering him growing into a magnificent and suffocating beast— he finds himself unable to stop staring at the flowers you gave him. Beautiful lavender colored hydrangea swallowing the space around him and pulling his thoughts to your sweet face and kind smile.

He coughs again, bringing the crook of his arm to his mouth as his body quakes against the strange sensation he’s felt in his throat all day. When he pulls his arm back he’s shocked, his heart falling out of his chest and time standing still.

Resting in the ditch of his elbow is a red tinged cherry blossom petal.

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The irony isn’t lost on him at all: he’s slowly being suffocated by flowers in his lungs, yet finds himself constantly wanting to be engulfed by the ones that line the walls of your shop. He knows this, knows it’s another symptom of the disease that has followed him his whole life yet here he is gladly drowning himself in the symptoms.

The best thing about you, he’s decided, is the smile you offer him whether you notice him first or not. It’s a grin much brighter and more beautiful than any of the flowers you sell- and perhaps even the sun itself. “Hey, Shinso!” You smile at him, kind and genuine and offering something more in it than what he’s used to. “Just dropping by?” You ask, hope and curiosity dripping from your voice.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, balancing back and forth on the balls of his feet, as he attempts to keep petals from spewing out of his mouth. “Patrols over and I just wanted to see what you were up to.” He looks up at you smiling at him, small and hopeful. He adds on quickly “Just, ya know. Making sure you’re okay after the attempted robbery the other day. Purely hero stuff.”

Your face falls for a brief moment before you mask it expertly, a slight click of your tongue as you busy yourself with small red flowers. “Of course.”

He knows he’s fucking up, kicking himself internally for hurting you. Not sure how else to mend the conversation he speaks up, thinking that since he doesn’t have the nerve to apologize he can at least bring up something that he knows will bring the sun back to your face. “What kind of flower is that?”

“Anemone!” You inform him, the sun coming back to your face and blinding him momentarily. “There’s a cool Greek legend around this if you’d like to hear it?” And he can’t help himself, can’t help the clutching in his chest as you look at him with big doe eyes full of hope and eagerness. He nods, the ghost of a smile playing at his lips as he stares at the flowers. “The other name for this flower is the windflower, and it’s linked to the death of Adonis. He was handsome, loved by Persephone who was Queen of the Underworld and Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love.” You sigh before continuing, glancing up briefly at Shinso to see if he’s still interested. He nods, gesturing with his hand to continue. “Adonis loved hunting, and often went alone. One day he found a boar, and was stabbed by its tusks. Aphrodite heard him crying out in his last moments and rushed to his side. Where his blood fell, red anemones sprang from the earth. Another version of the story says that they were white and his blood stained him red. Either way, I find the story comforting.”

Shinso chokes for a moment, poorly attempting to hide the strangled sound that escaped from his lips as he looks at you incredulously. “Comforting? That’s definitely not the word I would’ve used for it.”

“I know,” you chuckle, your eyes strangely glassy as your fingers gently trace over the veins of the petals. “But he didn’t die alone. He died with someone that loved him. I think that’s all I would ever really want. You love someone, don’t you?” Shinso snaps his gaze to you, body frozen in place as his heart races. “I can tell, you keep clearing your throat. I thought maybe it was spring allergies but the look on your face is telling me that the first answer is correct.”

“I do.” He says simply, sighing to himself as he looks at you attempt to keep yourself together.

It’s the first time Shinso has ever seen you look sad, and deep down inside as much as he hopes it’s the last he knows it won’t be. The slight down turn of your lips and the sad look your eyes flashing across your face before your “customer service” persona takes over. “Well, you should tell her.” You turn your attention back to the bouquet, biting the inside of your cheek. You’re quiet when you speak again, so quiet he almost asks you to repeat yourself. “I bet she’s beautiful.”

Never more sure of anything in his life, he responds back to you, “Yeah,” he breathes with a light chuckle, “she is.”

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Shinso wakes up that morning, his mind immediately filling up with the image of you, followed by the question of: when did breathing clearly become a privilege?

He knows he won’t last much longer, he can barely even speak without coughing now; full flowers escaping from his lips and sinking to the floor. There’s petals everywhere in his apartment now, pink and tiny and foreboding. It’s fitting that they’re everywhere now, a constant reminder of the invisible clock ticking above his head; a reminder that he’s a coward who can’t bear to face his feelings towards you.

It’s easier like this, he reasons with himself, he’d rather die alone with his heart intact and held together with flimsy pieces of string than to have them snap and be torn apart by your hands. He figures it’s easier on you too, your hands were made to hold delicate things like flower petals and rain and children; not his rough and calloused heart.

Despite him being ever aware of the invisible clock above his head counting down how little time he has left, he can’t help himself when he walks into your shop that day. It’s already been established that you’re not oblivious, so he’s not sure why he’s putting himself through the pain of making you spend his last day with him. Maybe a part of him has always been a sadist, but this is a question he knows he doesn’t have time to figure out.

He doesn’t have time to figure anything out, really. Just knows deep inside him that this is his last day alive and he’s going to spend it with you.

There’s something in the air between you two when he walks into your shop today; thick and heavy and looming and saturating the space around you both. The smile you give him when he comes in has a twinge of sadness in it; both of you knowing something isn’t quite right but not willing to bring it up. Pretending. Something you both know the other is good at.

“Can I ask you something?” You say as he walks into the shop, sun reflecting onto his hair and reflecting through like flower petals on a summer day. He’s not sure if he wants to know what you’re about to ask, but it’s his last day and he might as well indulge you. He nods, and you continue “What’s your quirk? I saw you use it the day the robbery happened, but I never asked you about it.”

“Brainwash.” He answers simply, secrets laying bare between the two of you. “When someone responds to me I can manipulate them to my will.”

“You never told me that.”

“I didn’t want you scared of me.”

“I’ll never be scared of you, Shinso.” You say. He knows you mean it. You always mean what you say, you are the most honest enigma he’s ever met.

“Hitoshi.” He chokes out, finally becoming raw and vulnerable for you. “Call me Hitoshi.”

“Hitoshi.” You say slowly, savoring how the word feels on your tongue and mesmerizing the spaces in your mouth it touches. “Can I show you something?”

“Always.” He coughs, flower petals falling from his lips as he winces painfully. You say nothing, just silently sweep them up and discard them as easily as you’ve both discarded your feelings for the other. You gesture for him to follow you, into the back room of the shop that’s full of discarded pots and dust and gardening tools. You pull out a bonsai tree in a jade colored pot. It’s small, tiny twisted branches adorned with pink cherry blossom petals blooming from it. He’s confused for a moment; the flower isn’t liked much due to its association with Hanahaki disease. It’s not a plant people tend to want around them.

“I-I know it’s a bit weird-” you stutter, sheepishly looking up at him through your lashes. “Given what they represent but… I still think they’re beautiful.”

“That’s what I like about you.” Shinso says suddenly. Your eyes snap up to his, surprised at his brazenness. “You’ve always seen beauty in things, hence your love for flowers.” You’re staring at him strangely, as if daring yourself to do something. He’s about to ask you if you’re okay before both of your small hands are cupping his cheeks and you’re pulling him into a hungry kiss. It feels like the snow is melting after a long winter when you kiss him, warming him down to his toes; it’s like spring came back to him as you sigh into his mouth.

When you pull away -eyes half lidded and full of lust- you take his hand, leading him by the hand through the back door and up the stairs to your apartment. He never realized you lived just above the shop but it makes sense to him; figuring it's easy.

Your apartment is as cute and quaint; a different kind of comfort than your shop provides. Your apartment is cluttered and chaotic, dusty shelves littered with well read books and far too many plants that he can even name. Coffee table covered in half burned candles and mug. It’s not a pig sty by any means; it just looks like a busy woman lives there. You drag him to the bedroom, your lips and his colliding in between taking off your own clothings.

You’re both naked, standing in front of each other as both of your hands ghost eachothers bodies. Tentative. Exploring. Shinso pulls you into a kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth as he pushes you onto the bed. You land with a soft squeal, the sound managing to bring a small and rare smile onto Shinso’s face. He crawls on top of you, cat-like as he brings his lips to your neck and slowly works his way down your body. Pressing open mouth and wet kisses on your breasts and stomach. When he reaches your lower stomach he hears you whimper underneath him, his hands teasing the outside of your thighs as your toes curl.

“Do you want me to?” He asks coyly, you just nod, desperate and begging as you open your legs as far as you can. He tuts and shakes his head “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Hitoshi. Please.” You beg. He delivers, dipping his tongue between your folds with a teasing kitten lick. You mewl, your hips bucking into him with a silent plea for more. He makes eye contact briefly before he laps again at your folds, his tongue dipping into your soaked cunt and moving your essence around, the motion sending little jolts of electricity running through your body. He tentatively places two fingers inside your cunt, his fingers finding that perfect spot inside you so easily. It doesn’t take long for you to come undone around him; your toes curling in the sheets as you gasp, body spasming around his fingers. He rides out your orgasm perfectly, never stopping until your body and cunt are done quivering.

He pulls back with a grin, his cock throbbing at your blissful and fucked out expression. He pumps himself a few times; his pretty pink tip leaking pre cum as he lines up with your entrance.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” He asks smugly, looking down at you through half lidded eyes.

“You ‘Toshi!” You whine, tears of frustration threatening to spill from your eyes. “Please… wan’ your cock please!” How could he say no to you? He can’t. Not when you’re asking so sweetly. He plunges inside you with a hiss, relishing the way your cunt sucks him in so eagerly.

“F-fuck, baby.” He whines. “You feel so good, baby girl. God.” He says as he makes his way back and forth in you, loving the soft whimpers and moans that come from your parted lips.

Even though small flower petals escape his lips with every coughing groan that comes as he thrusts, you look up at him like he is a Greek God, beautifully sculpted and beautifully cursed. His pace is gentle, caring and coaxing as his cock head hits your g-spot over and over again until you come undone around him. “Good girl,” he coos into your ear “such a pretty little thing cumming all over my cock.” He knows he won’t last much longer, your pussy clenching beautifully around him and bringing him to his release with a grunt.

When he pulls out of you, cum leaking from your hole and a fucked up expression on your face, he wastes no time in finding a cloth to clean you up with. Caring and gentle as he caresses your skin. He lays down next to you, your eyes fighting to stay awake; giving you a gentle kiss on your eyelids, he tells you it’s okay to sleep. You stop fighting it, falling deeply into slumber along with him.

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He’s suffocating when he wakes up hours later; choking on flower petals and the scent of your shampoo and the taste of you lingering on his tongue. The moon is hanging high in the sky when he wakes, filtering through your curtains and casting the room is a milky glow. He debates for a moment if he should wake you up, tell you the secret that’s weighing on his chest and filling his lungs. But Shinso knows he doesn’t deserve a lot of things, like a happy ending, a restful night of sleep and most of all: you.

“Goodbye, love.” Shinso whispers in your hair, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He looks around your apartment before he leaves, etching into his dying memory your cluttered bookshelves and dusty coffee table before closing the door behind him.

He walks outside, crisp spring air biting his cheeks and for some strange reason he’s never been more grateful that he’s alive. He wanders around for a while; left turn, right turn, another left and goes straight until he finds a park. It’s littered with benches and a small walkway and cherry blossom trees. Tranquil and quiet.

A perfect place to take his last breath.

He finds a bench, quiet and secluded in the back of the park. Shinsou lays there for a while, watching the spring cherry blossoms fall above him like shooting stars and feeling his lungs become more and more full with the flowers you caused to bloom in his chest. A beautiful death, really: being suffocated slowly by your favorite thing in the world. It’s not so bad when he thinks of it like this, finding what you love and letting it kill him. Maybe in these last moments he can accept that you love flowers more than him, but he’ll never accept that you love someone else instead of him. It’s easier this way and Shinso, as hard working and stubborn and insisting he is, finds this is the only thing he’ll never fight against.

He got too close to you, like Icarus and his wings he flew too close to the sun and his last feather was burned.

There’s black spots sparkling in his vision like a ruined painting and he has to fight to breathe. He’s not sure why he’s fighting, telling himself that this is the hand that fate has handed to him and he really needs to lay down and accept it. He’ll never know how you feel, and you’ll never know that you were the one that caused this. To love someone is to welcome pain, and he saw this coming from the moment he saw your frame through the sun drenched window of your shop.

You held the knife but he gladly fell into it; it’s much better to be killed by a lover after all.

The last thing his mind's eye sees before his lungs finally collapse is the private smile you give him whenever he enters your shop, like a flower that only blooms for him.

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You suppose no one ever really likes to visit graves. Dark and depressing place it is, no matter how bright the sun shines. You’re no exception to this blanket statement, your stomach turning as you stare at Hitoshi’s name neatly scrawled into stone. Your own heart shattering inside your chest as fate laughs at you yet again.

Time is an ugly and fickle thing. This is something you’ve always known deep inside, but now it’s something you find so correct and jarring it’s slapping you in the face every morning. There wasn’t enough time for Hitoshi, who will never experience graying hair or his next birthday or even next spring. There wasn’t enough time for you and for him; you’ll never know his favorite color or his favorite food or why he can never manage to get a good night’s sleep. And he’ll never know that you love the sight of clouds that look like strands of pulled apart cotton, that you prefer cold soba over hot, and that you love the galaxies that form in a mug of coffee that’s had creamer added to it.

You lay the bonsai tree on his grave, petals bright and pink and clean compared to the ones you’re coughing up.

“Hitoshi,” you sob, blinking away tears and looking up at the cotton candy sky above you. “I wanted to try loving you too.”

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Mimic Chapter 13

Internships are here, deciding what hero can help further you as a hero maybe someone from beyond your lifetime.

Words- 5245

Reader x MHA (Platonic)

Warnings: Internships, fighting, fluff

With the decision of hero names made you were given a list of heroes that had sent out offers for internships,

“Your internships start in a week. For this all-important decision, I’ll be handing out personalized lists to those who were drafted. You may choose from among those who scouted you. For those who have not drafted, the list, I passed out contains forty agencies from all over the country willing to accept interns. You will choose one from that list. Each has a different specialty and region. Give your choice some real thought.” Mr. Aizawa says and you begin looking through the listen of Agency.

“Submit your choices by this coming weekend.” Mr. Aizawa adds and you turn as Mina comes by your desk holding the sheet those not drafted got as you turn through the large packet with multiple agencies.

“So what agencies drafted you?” Mina asks and you hand her the list and she reads through the long list. “You practically got every top hero asking for you. I told you that you had this in the bag!” She says slapping the packet against your arm. She wasn’t wrong top heroes asked for you, Best Jeanist, Edgeshot, Kamui Woods, Mt. Lady, and the one name that you were nervous to see, Endeavor. Just the way he questioned your quirk and when he asked if you could copy All Might’s quirk. It just didn’t sit right with you.

“So what agency are you going to go with?” She asks and you shrugged your shoulder.

“I really don’t have any idea, they all have different ways they can improve individual aspects of my quirk but I guess what I’m looking for is someone that can help me understand my quirk as a whole.” You flip through the packet scrolling through the names when you stumble onto one right at the bottom of the list. ‘Gran Torino’.

“Now that is a name I haven’t heard in a while.” A voice says and you jump in your seat whipping your head to see your grandmother Nana Shimura just chilling on your teacher's desk. How the hell was she here. She smiles waving you off, “It’s alright they can’t see me, but Gran Torino might be the person you’re looking for.”

A hand waving in front of your face makes you snap your gaze back to Mina who is looking at you confused, “You alright Y/n you kinda just zoned out for a second?” Shaking the dazed look off your face,

“Uh yeah just thinking about what agency to go with.” You say and the rest of the school day seems to just fly by. After school, you all begin to pack your bag if Nana said that this Gran Torino guy is the person I’m looking for then maybe it’s for the best.

“I-i-i am here in a peculiar pose!!” All Might slides into view as Midoriya opens the door.

“W-what is it? Why so jumpy?” Midoriya asks and you sling your bag over your shoulder moving closer to the door,

“This way, kid.” All Might says while giving brief waves to your classmates.

“Hey, All Might I have a question to ask you real quick if you don’t mind?” You say following after the two and All Might laughs loudly though there seems to be some shakiness behind it.

“Of course Young L/n, come along!” Following alongside Midoriya side by side, All Might speaks again, “Someone has drafted you!” Midoriya is shocked to hear this someone drafted him even though he had no previous ones.

“Huh?! Seriously?!” Midoriya asks all excited and All Might seems to be sweating slightly at the who sent an offer.

“His name is Gran Torino! He was once an instructor at U.A. just for one year…and he was my homeroom teacher.” All Might says and you can’t help but let out a sudden laugh. The sheer coincidence that he got scouted by the same person you were contemplating going to.

“This is so crazy cause I was going to ask you All Might if you knew Gran Torino, I was thinking about doing my internship there!” You say and Midoriya smiles while the grin on All Might’s face drops and he looks horrified.

“I’m sure there are more suitable options for you Young L/n, you got many good offers from some top heroes even.” All Might says frantically trying to let the idea you have to die quickly.

“What can be so wrong with this guy All Might if he scouted out both Midoriya and me?” You say and All Might sulks knowing he wasn’t going to be able to stop you.

“He knows all about the situation with One For All. That may be the reason he’s reached out to you Young Midoriya, you however Young L/n I’m not sure. Gran Torino is a good friend from the last generation but he retired so long ago that I forgot about him…” All Might says before turning his back to you frantically muttering to himself,

“Did he draft the two of you because he didn’t think my guidance was enough But for him to make this scouting pick using his old name from way back when…it’s scary. So scary,” Jesus All Might was literally shaking in his boots! “Anyhow training the two of you is fundamentally my duty but he went to all this trouble, so I guess I can let him take a cr-cr-crack at it…” The Number One Hero looked terrified thinking about Gran Torino. It was settled, you and Midoriya would be having your internships with Gran Torino.

The next two days passed quickly and the day to leave for internships was happening. You all were at the station briefcases in hand as Aizawa spoke to you all,

“You’ve got your costumes, right? Wearing them in public is strictly prohibited, but don’t drop them.”

“Yeahhhhh!” Mina cheers, “Don’t slur your ‘yeah’ Ashido. All of you, be on your best behavior! Now go.” Aizawa says dismissing all of you.

“I’m gonna miss youuuuu.” Mina wraps her arms around you. You smile hugging the girl back,

“It’s only a week-long internship, Mina.” You try to make her feel better and she pouts more, “I’ll be sure to text you every day.” Her spirits seemed lifted as she hugs you tighter before you both part ways. Heading over to Midoriya as you see Iida and Uraraka depart as well.

“You ready?” You ask and he nods fixing the strap of his bag. Boarding the bullet train you arrived at the address where Gran Torino is supposed to be at.

“A hero who scares the pants off All Might. I’ve never heard of him, but he’s gotta be one awesome guy!” Midoriya says as you walk up the street to where you guys were supposed to be staying. The building was run down the sign above saying ‘Welcome’ was tilted and about to fall. You both look at each other unsure if you should go inside. Did you guys get the right address? Walking up the steps and opening the door, it creaks open as you both step inside.

“Hello, we’ve come from U.A. High School… I’m Izuku Midoriya and I’m with Y/n L/n…” Midoriya calls out, the room was dark as you step inside you felt your foot touch something liquid. Looking down at your shoe you see some red liquid on it. Both you and Midoriya look further in and your blood runs cold seeing some guy on the floor dead on the ground blood pooling around him.

“AHHHH HE’S DEAD!” “I STEPPED IN BLOOD!” Both of your screams fill the room and to make it worst the apparently dead man wasn’t dead as his head pops up scaring the two of you even more.

“I’m Alive!” Gran Torino brings himself to stand holding a cane in one hand, “To slip and fall while carrying ketchup covered sausage links… How clumsy of me! Who are you two?” The two of you look at each other and Midoriya introduces himself.

“I’m Izuku Midoriya and this is Y/n L/n. We’ve come from U.A.” Gran Torino frowns before, “What? Who are you?” He was All Might’s teacher so he had to be old but not lucid old.

“I’d like to each lunch.” The old hero says plopping back into the ketchup puddle and you two look at each other.

“Toshinori!” Gran Torino points at Midoriya and he shakes his head, “That’s not my name!”

Placing his suitcase down Gran Torino shuffles over opening it up and going through Midoriya’s things.

“E-excuse me. I have to make a phone call real quick,” Midoriya looks over at you while pulling out his phone, “I’m gonna let All Might know this guy wasn’t the right choice for our internships just watch him.” You nod and Midoriya heads towards the door,

“Fire off an attack. Show me your One For All!” Gran Torino says and you both turn to look at him, maybe he wasn’t lucid anymore, “I’d like to know to what degree you can control it.” He seemed so serious all of a sudden not a stumbling old man as well he glances at you before looking back at his suitcase, “You too girl, If I wasn’t there when she passed I would have thought you were Nana Shimura. Except for the white hair.” You and Midoriya looked at each other, so he knew that Midoriya possessed One For All and was able to know you’re relations to your grandmother in an instant.

“Who are you again?!” Gran Torino says lucid once again and the two of you sigh,

“I need to get this power under control as soon as possible…because All Might…he doesn’t have much time left. We both don’t have time to mess around with you sir.” Midoriya says and he turns to leave the room as you look back and forth at Midoriya leaving and Gran Torino watching him. With the sudden speed that has your hair blowing back, he jumps from the ceiling to the ground back to the ceiling right above the doorway where Midoriya is at.

“Then I’ll tell you once more. Come at me, you neophyte.” He glares down at Midoriya as he is stunned. “The way used it at the sports festival that justice-obsessed fool All Might sure is a novice when it comes to teaching. And you,” Gran Torino looks over at you, “You use others' quirks like they’re not yours.” You go to open your mouth, but they weren’t your quirks, “I don’t wanna hear it! Make each use of your quirk meaningful don’t just have it haphazardly use it. Shape it to work with you. All Might can’t wait over the two of you properly, so that means I gotta do it. So put on your costume.”

The two of had changed out of your school uniforms to your hero costumes, during the time for the sports festival you had sent out a request for some improvements for your hero costume, having the entire suit be made of a fire-resistant material as well as improving the regulation between switching temperatures from different quirks. The elbow-length fingerless gloves included a thick material to protect your hands from either high levels of heat or cold. The dark grey color of the suit kept you out of the spotlight with flashy colors. Clasping the utility belt and bags around your mid-thigh you start lacing up the boots. They were black in color with laces going up and two large straps along the top, you also added the feature of making them fitted with spikes along the bottom when using Todoroki’s ice and not slipping on it. You see Midoriya come out changed as well and his costume seemed to be updated as well.

“Is this really okay though? To be honest, I’m still not great with this power. Maybe a wide-open space would be better? Because if I get careless and accidentally use 100 percent…Gran Torino, you’ll be completely..” Midoriya says trying to reason with him neither of your untamed quirks was really suited for indoors at the moment.

“You sure talk a lot..” Gran Torino says and he disappears in front of the two of you. “I’m getting impatient.” He appears above the two of you slamming down onto Midoriya before bouncing off him and hitting you on the side.

“We’re really fighting?! I thought you just wanted a demonstration!” Midoriya cries out as you both stead yourselves from those attacks. He bounces off the walls before slamming into the microwave destroying it.

“Seems you couldn’t perceive my true power before,” Gran Torino says, “To choose this little wet blanket as the ninth successor? All Might’s a novice among novices.” He quickly disappears from both of your views and you see him heading towards Midoriya,

“Midoriya watch out!” You’re too late to warn him as Gran Torino slams into Midoriya’s back a large crack coming from him causing him to slam into you as you both fall to the floor. Quickly bringing yourselves to your feet Gran Torino continues bouncing around just a blur around the room as you try to follow his movements. He strikes hitting you on the back before bouncing around the room again. What the hell was this guy’s quirk?! Keeping back to back with Midoriya as you both try to figure out the next move he just hit you in the back so that means he’s…going for Midoriya. Gran Torino appears in front heading towards you lifting your arm to counter his attack when he disappears in front of you before you feel an arm grab your own and you flip over towards his couch. You yelp as you crash into the couch flipping over it and it topples over as well.

“L/n!” Midoriya yells out as you groan in pain, Midoriya drops onto the ground trying to surprise Gran Torino his arm crackling with One For All.

“Trying to analyze and predict?” Gran Torino says, Midoriya throws a punch at him but he quickly dodges restraining his arm and leg, the air pressure from the punch hitting the ceiling.

“So stiff and your awareness is a mess. So you end up like this.” Gran Torino gets up grabbing his cane as Midoriya sits up as you bring yourself from behind the pushed-over couch.

“But I was sure I had you..!” Midoriya says and Gran Torino frowns,

“No, because I saw the way you fought in the cavalry battle and the tournament I was sure you’d already figured it out based on that. The respect you have for All Might, that sense of responsibility they’re shackles holding you back. ‘I have to get stronger quickly,’ you say. Its true time is not one your side-nor on your enemies’. And they won’t wait for you to get stronger. You’re thinking of One For All as something unique.” Midoriya stands up looking at your new mentor,

“So what should I do?”

“You gotta find that answer for yourself. And you,” He turns from Midoriya to you pointing his cane, “I saw you as well during the festival, the determination you have to prove to others is blinding you from doing the most basic thing. I expected to see you use your quirk and you failed in that first step.” But you couldn’t use a new quirk if you haven’t seen it in a 24-hour time frame. “I’m heading out to buy some grub. Clean up the place for me, why don’t you” Gran Torino leaves his home leaving you two by yourselves.

You were sitting on the couch after fixing it looking at your hands while Midoriya stood in the kitchen area. How the hell could you use your quirk if you haven’t seen anyone use theirs in the past 24 hours. “How do we know this guy is really going to help us improve our quirks and not just bullshitting us.” You call out to Midoriya who seemed to be in deep focus. He was just staring at the destroyed microwave muttering to himself.

“That’s it!” Midoriya yells making you jump in your seat as he rushes over tumbling over the back of the couch almost trampling you in the process as he grabbed his notebook. “Right quirks are just extensions of our bodies! I have to use One For All more evenly!” He says while writing in his notebook while you looked at him confused.

“What are you talking about Midoriya?” He stops writing for a second turning to you,

“If I use One For All more evenly I’ll have less of a chance of hurting myself instead of focusing on one part of my body! This includes you as well L/n! We don’t fully understand your inclusion in One For All either but maybe their restriction you think you have never even existed in the first place. We just thought it was true cause we never really focused on using your quirk to its full potential so maybe you can do so much more than we imagined!” Midoriya rambles off flipping through his notebook before he stops on a section writing more in it, looking at it was a section dedicated to you and your quirk. You were shocked that he had this much information on you with thoughts and ideas involving your quirk. The familiar words from Nana ring in your head with what Midoriya is saying.

‘These ‘boundaries’ you think are there is the mental block you’ve put up to stop yourself from reaching your true potential.’

Midroiya flips through his notebook while explaining to you, “It all makes sense. We were just blindly accepting it and learning by rote, but quirks work differently with each generation, and specifically this quirk, it’s constantly changing and growing stronger it’s almost as if-”

“Like it’s alive…” You say and the two of you look at each other. You both had first-hand experience of how this quirk affected the two of you. The power growing over the years you have more visits than Midoriya but the way the past users connect to you two through this quirk. You two were connected in many ways with this quirk.

Unbeknownst to the two of you as you kept talking Gran Torino is listening right outside the door. “The kid knows how to think. His moves at the sports festival told me that much at least. The girl is understanding more what her place is with her quirk and the first steps to understanding it.” Maybe you did pick good ones after all. Toshinori…All Might.

Gran Torino returned with food before immediately crashing into his bed his snores fill the room as the two of you were still awake.

“Is he fully asleep?” You whisper to Midoriya and you both look at the snoring hero before you head towards the front door, it creaked open and Midoriya peaked his head out before sneaking out you following behind him.

“So what’s the plan to help you figure out One For All?” You ask as the two of you walk down the street.

“For Kacchan and the others, quirks are natural as breathing. But I still think of mine in terms of ‘using’ or ‘not using’. If I could manage using 5 percent of my power as naturally as I do my own breath I might be able to handle different moves.” Midoriya says before stopping and looking down an alleyway, “It’s like Mr. Aizawa and Kirishima said. Mastery of a quirk leads to endless possibilities! Basically, I have to get used to my quirk. Even 5 percent should be enough for this gap… this’ll be cool if I can manage it.” You smile watching him mumble to himself as he points from both sides of the alley wall. Plopping down against one of the walls he turns seeing you get yourself comfortable.

“Go ahead, I’m here to make sure you don’t break your bones and I don’t have to drag you back inside. Might try to figure out my own quirk as well.” You say waving him off and he smiles turning back to face the wall. You look down at your hands, you had changed out of your hero costume to some sweats and a t-shirt. The cool breeze felt nice on your skin the bandages from the festival were long off now and there was some scarring on your left arm. It traveled from your palm up to your arm with the healing works of Recovery Girl they look faded but you could still see them.

Holding your palm out you stare at it and deeply breathe in and out, just focus, think small, focus on a small point on your hand and flame. You open your palm and nothing comes out. Come on quirk there is no boundary I’m not thinking about boundaries I’m thinking about a small flame. Your palm remains cold and empty and you hear a large smack on the wall across from you. Midoriya slams into the wall before falling into a pile of trash bags. That definitely hurt. He mutters more to himself rolling out of the pile as he gets back up.

Bringing your attention back to your hand you stare at it, thinking how things come on burn just a small flame, please! Huffing in frustration you lean back looking up at the sky, come on quirk please work with me. Nana, weren’t you suppose to help me?

“Come on you need to have a more positive attitude if you want your quirk to work!” Nana says and you turn to her voice she is sitting on one of the trashcans.

“I’m sure in a serious situation I can’t be in a positive mood to get my quirk to work.” You mutter and you hear movement before something flicks you in the forehead.

“Hey what was that for!” You say to the spirit rubbing the sore spot on your forehead, guess that even though she isn’t real doesn’t mean she can’t touch you.

“You aren’t going to get anywhere with that idea in your head. Look at him.” Nana says pointing her finger at Midoriya who is rubbing the back of his head looking at the alley walls before going at it again. “Even though he’s falling down and not succeeding, Midoriya is trying despite having no control over his quirk.” You look away from the boy back down at your hand. At least he had an idea of how to use his quirk. You were giving no clue or idea how it works or what it really is.

“And you do have an idea how to use your quirk,” Nana says and you look up at her, “I’m a part of you, I can hear your thoughts.” She taps her finger against her head.

“Fine then what do I do if I have an idea how this all works.” You say throwing your arms in the air. Nana smirks going back to sitting down on the trashcan.

“Just look.” You tilt your head confused and she points down at your hand, looking back down your eyes widen looking at your hand. The singular flame dances along with your hand. Moving your hand it travels around your hand stopping on your palm when you stop.

“You stopped thinking about it as a quirk that needs your constant control over it. One For All should be as simple as breathing, it’s constantly flowing through you. It shouldn’t be forced upon.” Nana says as you watch the flame on your hand grow larger and dim without you needing to force it. It felt different this time despite the heat coming off the flame you didn’t feel a burn or pain from it. One For All is constantly changing and growing it evolves with each generation, it was alive.

“Thank you, Nana…” You look up to thank her but the alley is empty once again leaving just the two of you.

Midoriya lets out a sigh and stretches his bones cracking, it was definitely early in the morning, he should probably head inside and get a couple hours of sleep.

“Hey L/n we should head inside-” He turns to face you but stops, you were fast asleep slumped over against the wall. He is silent, should he wake you up? No that would be rude and he was the one that brought you along it seems only fair he lets you sleep, but definitely not in this alleyway.

He comes over keeping quiet before kneeling down he was glad you were asleep so you couldn’t see his bright red face. This was really the closest he’s ever been with a girl. Bringing an arm underneath your knees and behind your back, he lifts you up to be careful not to wake you up. He freezes when you shift slightly but lets out a sigh when you don’t wake up. Heading to the front door he has to shift you in his hold to open getting inside he silently walks inside the door clicking close behind him. Bringing you over to the couch he carefully places you down reaching to grab a blanket hanging off the end of the couch draping it over you. He watches as you grumble in your sleep before curling deeper into the blanket fast asleep.

“Night L/n…”

Blinking your eyes open you freeze seeing your location is different. You remember being outside training your quirk but then you couldn’t remember the rest. Pushing yourself to sit up from laying down on the couch pushing your hair back you look down and see Midoriya laying on the mattress on the floor. Midoriya gave you the couch he probably is going to be all sore and tired from sleeping on the floor.

“Good morning..” Gran Torino says coming down the stairs you give a small greeting rubbing the sleep from your eyes and Midoriya stirs away wiping the sleep from his face but he looked like really tired dark circles under his eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Gran Torino yells at him and Midoriya rubs the back of his neck,

“I was doing some training last night and lost track of time,” Midoriya stands up fixing his bed head which looked really adorable on him. Did you just call Midoriya adorable?! “After figuring out what you said, I decided to put it into practice, Gran Torino…but I’ve got a long way to go.”

“Every real challenge begins that way. That’s just how it is you’d be hardpressed to get that kind of thinking outta All Might. That guy could manage it just fine from the start, so I had to teach him in a totally different way. The only thing he had going for him was his body, in fact.” Gran Torino says and Midoriya gets all excited.

“You’re talking about when All Might was in school!”

“We did nothing but spar until he was ready to puke,” Gran Torino says that explaining why All Might is so scared of this guy, “I couldn’t half-ass his training. He was entrusted to me by a dear departed friend.” Nana Shimura, so Gran Torino knew your grandmother but that means.

“All Might’s predecessor, so they had already passed away at that point?” Midoriya says, she was barely there to train All Might it would definitely explain why he really had little knowledge in trying to explain how your quirk could work. Thinking back to what Gran Torino said when you first met him he thought you were Nana if it weren’t for the hair. Is that what All Might had to deal with every time he saw you a constant reminder of his deceased mentor.

The doorbell chimes pulling you out of your thoughts as Midoriya heads to the door. “Delivery from Amazon.” A voice calls through the door and Midoriya goes to get it. Having the box brought inside you help Midoriya open it surprise to see a microwave.

“A microwave?!” Midoriya says and Gran Torino nods patting the top of it,

“Somehow mine got broken yesterday so I ordered this with next-day delivery!” Both you and Midoriya gave a look to each other, was he being serious or just playing dumb.

After setting up the microwave Gran Torino sits in one of the seats at the table, “Okay, let’s have that frozen taiyaki I bought yesterday. Heat ‘em, up for me!”

“Taiyaki for breakfast?!” Midoriya ask concerned and Gran Torino nodded, “I just like sweet things, is all!” The timer for the microwave goes and Midoriya pulls out the taiyaki placing it in the middle of the table mumbling the whole way through it.

“Why the long face? Just sit down and enjoy some piping hot-” Gran Torino grabs one biting into it and freezes, “COLD!!” “Huh!?”

“No way! I was sure I heated them on defrost mode!” Midoriya says using the tip of his finger on one of them to feel the temperature, you put your back pouting you just wanted breakfast.

“You dummy look! You crammed them on a plate that’s too big!! They can’t spin if the plate’s too big. Only one part gets heated up! You ever use a microwave before?!” Gran Torino yells at Midoriya showing him the inside of the microwave.

“Oh..the type I have doesn’t rotate sorry about that…” Midoriya says before pausing, “Ahh! I got it! Gran Torino!” Midoriya holds up a taiyaki, “This taiyaki…it’s me!!” What the hell was he on about.

“No, it’s not. What’s wrong with you?!” Gran Torino yells at the boy who pales,

“No! I mean…it’s just…I figured it out! Up until now, I was fixated on the idea of ‘using’ my power. Only when I needed it or where I needed it! Just like an on-off switch. So the second or third time I’d use it, my reaction would always be delayed! From the start, I should’ve been throwing all the switches on at once!” The glow of One For All goes around Midoriya as his veins glow pink, “That heat, which was only reaching a single part of me…I’ve gotta picture it spreading around evenly!” Green sparks start to come off Midoriya as he focusing in on his quirk.

“So my whole body’s continuously at my 5 percent limit!”

“So your visualization’s a taiyaki in the microwave? Sure you’re okay with something so boring?” Gran Torino says

“That’s the inspiration I got from All Might!” Midoriya says clenching his fist as One For All works through his entire body.

“Can you even move like that?” Gran Torino says throwing his cane behind him, you slowly get up grabbing the taiyaki plate, you just wanted breakfast, not a morning fight.

“Come on I just wanna eat breakfast!” You whine.

“I’m not sure!” Midoriya responds before both males glare at each other.

“Why don’t we find out?” Gran Torino cracks his knuckles, he glances at you holding the plate of food. “Did you think you were getting out of training?” Raising your arms flames instantly cover your arm surprising the two men. You were able to use your quirk naturally and Midoriya’s theory was right. You never had a time limit.

“A little fire doesn’t scare me.” Gran Torino smirks and you frown, guess no breakfast.

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lilac eyes 💜 | shinsou x reader Part III: eyes

Part I: what a pleasure | Part II: to look into | [Part III: eyes] | Part IV: like yours

You just wanted to live for one night at a party with Jirou, though it seemed your night was going to be more eventful than you anticipated, and you welcomed it, well him at least, with open arms.

Part III: Shinsou and you begin your adventures outside, following the purple-haired boy's lead

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Warnings: it’s NOT nsfw but there is dirty dancing, innuendos, and a LOT of flirting, drinking, don’t read this if you don’t want to see shitty ex Bakugou, details of abuse

Status: complete

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“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly coloured than the day.” – Vincent van Gogh

“So, what’s your plan Mr Hero?”

He rolled his eyes but smiled. His arm still stayed around your shoulders though it relaxed with every step away from the house and every step closer to a night of shenanigans. As you moved to the street the music became muffled and soon you couldn’t hear it all. The coloured lights streamed out of the windows and onto the wet road, glittering with pink, yellow, and blue.

You both came to stop, letting you take a final look at the house. Shinsou waited patiently as you took a deep breath, peering through the window to where Bakugou slouched on a couch talking to Kiri and Sero. Slowly and dramatically, you raised your middle fingers towards him, whispering “fuck you” under your breath, before turning on your heel and pointing onwards.

He cackled, his grin stretching his cheeks as you walked down the road. “Did he see you?”

“I hope the fuck not,” you said, “That’s the only reason I did it.”

“That’s pretty brave of you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Nah, I’m serious.”

Glancing up, you caught his gaze, a little smile matched it, looking down at you softly. Your eyes widened before you quickly transformed them into a glare. “Shut up.”

He smiled a little wider but didn’t say anymore. He tilted his head, looking down at you. “You hungry?”

You grinned. “Always.”

The streetlights lead the way as you walked along the abandoned street, not another person or car in sight. You looked forward as you exhaled, watching it turn to a white cloud before spreading out and disappearing. It was cold outside to say the least, well at least for you and your outfit where you had not accounted for being outside, only planning to travel between an Uber and the house both ways, but the night blew that out the window.

You pressed your teeth together as you felt them begin to chatter just a little, it wasn’t that cold, but apparently your body wanted to be an attention whore about it, specifically to Shinsou even though his warm arm was already around your shoulders. Then your fingers began to feel numb, forcing you to curl them in to protect the tips form the air, and as the third act your body shook, no doubt vibrating all through Shinsou too.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “You cold?”

“Nah I’m fine,” you said, waving him off before your own flesh betrayed you and did yet another full body shiver. You both paused mid step. “I’m fine, just didn’t bring a jacket is all.”

“You’re literally dying from the cold.”

“Oh I’ll be dead on the pavement in two minutes for sure,” you deadpanned.

He rolled his eyes and drew arms back behind him, gathering up his jumper in his hands to pull it over his head. Shit. It felt like you should be turning around to give him privacy with how much you were getting flustered of him stripping off a single item of clothing.

You swallowed as his waist got exposed to the night air, showing his black t-shirt tucked into his pants. You averted you gaze, looking at the stars and begging them for mercy because you swore the man beside you was going to be the death of you by the end of the night through an induced cardiac arrest. The stars just laughed.

He finally got it off, shaking it a bit, peering over the hoodie to make sure there wasn’t anything weird on it that somehow appeared between the time of him wearing it and it being in his hands. He offered it over with a lopsided grin, running his hand through his hair to rustle it up again.

You glared at him playfully which only got him to roll his eyes before he thrust it into your hands.

“You’re stubborn as hell huh?” you asked, slipping your arms in.

He shrugged.

After getting lost in the void of darkness for a second, you pulled it down over you, popping your head through the collar. You pulled your hair out, and straightened it up, so it wasn’t a shapeless rumpled mess. It completely swamped you, built for muscles and a massive bone structure that you didn’t have, the sleeves unsurprisingly went past your fingertips, leaving you with makeshift mittens. But it was warm. The cold immediately bled away as you grasped the soft fabric in your hands, Shinsou’s left over body heat hugged you gently. Your cheeks heated up at the thought.

Glancing up was a decision you were not prepared to pay the consequences for. You gulped.

Oh. Oh fuck.

His black t-shirt was tucked into his black pants, but the tension of the fabric meant it accentuated everything about his torso. It got pulled taut by his broad shoulders, the few ripples dotted around being the only thing convincing you it wasn’t skin-tight. The shirt was noticeably pushed forward by his pecs, lines being a little too prominent for your health, and as your eyes unconsciously lowered you found it hard not to look at how the staggered muscles peaked through in little mounds. Not to mention his biceps that were hugged by the short sleeves or the additional tattoos that were now exposed. Oh dear god. Even his shoulders helped emphasise his waist, how the fuck was he allowed to have such a nice waist?

You quickly looked back up, hoping he hadn’t caught your stare or how flustered you were, but instead found him in a similar state.

Shinsou was sure he was red, there was no way he wasn’t as he peered down at you encapsulated in his hoodie. It was too fucking cute honestly; this was far too intimate and domestic for someone he had just met but it seemed the night was ready to offer surprises he wasn’t sure he could handle. Your eyes looked up at him, looking almost shy as you waved a hand over his face that he desperately was trying to acknowledge, but the fact your hands were completely hidden by the sleeve was not helping. He knew he had become broader and bigger over the years starting from the foundation Aizawa had given him, but it had never been more apparent as he was forced to reckon with the size difference.

What the fuck.

“Um, thanks for the hoodie.” You nervously glanced to and from his eyes.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, um, no problem.”

You both looked away from each other, finding the pavement remarkably interesting all of a sudden, humming distractedly as you went along. Ever so slowly you raised your gaze and glanced back over only to meet wide lilac eyes. You both whipped your heads back around, hoping you wouldn’t explode.

You fiddled with the ring still on your finger, twisting it back and forth, it’s coldness now long gone as your body heat had warmed it up, but its mere presence sent chills down your spine anyway. Shinsou snuck glances at you, a light pink still dusting his cheeks, glad to see you were in a similar predicament.

The streetlamps lit the road as you two wandered down it in an embarrassed but comfortable silence. You looked up to the sky, even though the light pollution from the city hid most of them, the stars still peaked out to say hello, waving down to you with a smile you thought was too similar to Jirou’s knowing smirk from only an hour ago. You glared at them, both the stars and you knew you didn’t really mean it.

Your eyes moved down to Shinsou who was staring up at the sky too, a calm washed over his face at the sight. Smiling, you bumped your shoulder into his, barely getting him off balance, he looked down and bumped you back, a chuckle on his tongue.

Both of you talked in hushed whispers as if the empty street would hear you, talking about the architecture of the buildings around you or stories about the constellations you were half sure you made up, until the familiar neon glow of the 7/11 painted the road.

Bowing to the tired man behind the counter as you entered with an automated beep, you immediately let your eyes wander around, taking in all the snacks displayed. Shinsou towered over the shelves, not needing to even move to see everything. You crouched down to the lower shelves, making sure not to drag the end of the sleeves on the floor, pouting your lips as you thought over the choices before you.

You glanced up. “What chips you want?”

He blew out as he thought, staring into nothing as he went through the files in his brain. “Salt and vinegar.”

“Correct decision.”

You picked up a bigger bag to share between you two, pinching the plastic between your fingers and swinging it while you looked around, your eyes practically glowing as they landed on the slushie machine.

You bounded over as he followed, a smile tugging on his lips at your excitement. You grabbed two cups from the machine and two lids, passing a pair to Shinsou who took it with a nod. He leant forward, hand about to pull down on the lever when you scoffed, offended at the sight.

“You’re clearly no expert,” you said, shaking your head. You put on the lid to your drink before putting it under the raspberry nozzle. “If you put the lid on you can fit more in.”

Pulling down on the lever, the pink slush poured out, quickly filling up the cup, when it got close to the top, you shook it a little to resettle it and continued putting more in until a little swirl stuck out the top of the drink.

“Ah, thank you oh wise one,” he said with an attempted solemn face though was clearly trying not to laugh.

You nodded stoically. “Where you would be without me is true a mystery.”

When he had filled up his bubble-gum drink, an approved flavour, you wandered up to the counter and put down your drinks and chips. You both went to your pockets to pay, sending each other a glare, until his eyes went wide as he patted over his pockets as your grin got wider, knowing he had forgotten his wallet in his hoodie pocket that was currently sitting on your frame. You pulled out your money and paid for the goods as you gleefully ignored his grumbling.

The doors slid open letting you back into the cool air, you laughed with the straw in your mouth as you passed back his wallet. “It was only ¥500 come on.”

He only pouted more, looking ridiculous with the purple straw between his lips. You both sat down at a nearby bench.

“I’m just paying the rent for your hoodie.”

He snorted a little at that and shook his head, before pulling open the chips which was honestly far more attractive than it should have been as his muscles in his forearms tensed. You both plopped the chips into your mouths, crunching down at them as you looked up at the sky, letting the salt and vinegar morph into your now red tongue.

Putting two chips together, you placed them expertly between your lips, letting them curl away from each other, you turned to face Shinsou who glanced down and let a grin break his face.

“That’s definitely a good look on you,” he said.

You struck a few poses, flipping your hair and fluttering your eyelashes as he laughed.

“Can you drink with them in?” he asked before plopping the straw on his blue tongue.

Not one to back down from a challenge, you tried to slip the straw between your chip lips only for the sliced potato to crack and fall to the concrete. You both stared down at the pieces in silence. You swallowed the bits still left in your mouth.

“I’m devastated.”

He choked on his drink, coughing as he patted his chest while you kept up your sad act.

“A tragedy for the history books,” he added as soon as he could breathe properly again.

You talked, ate, and drank for a while more, arguing about the best flavours of chips and drinks like a university debate. He talked about bikes which you didn’t have a single clue about but eagerly indulged him as he spoke, nothing ever sounding as interesting before as it came out of his mouth. You talked about your job, it being clearly less exciting than his, but his eyes stayed wide enthusiastically with every story about an annoying co-worker.

Like an instinct or a force of nature between the moon and the sea, he pulled you closer until your thighs were touching, shoulders brushing, as you laughed at something stupid he said, his eyes crinkling as he glanced down at you, his white pupils intoxicating you. You fiddled your fingers around your nearly empty drink, looking down at your swinging feet.

Hesitantly, not risking to connect with his gaze, you leant your head on his shoulder. You swore you could hear him smile. He rested his head on top of yours, a tuft of his hair tickling your forehead.

You both stared at the street, taking sip every now and again as the wet road twinkled. Your chests rose and fell with each breath in sync as if your bodies knew how to fall in line with each other like you’d done it for years.

“Ah shit,” Shinsou said quietly, bringing up his hand to pinch bridge of his nose. You glanced up at him, twirling the now empty drink. “I just need to grab something; I’ll be back in a second.

He stood up from the bench, making sure to gently push your head back up so you didn’t suddenly fall, he cracked his neck back and forth, before reaching out a hand to take the empty drink and chip package. You watched his back as he retreated back into the 7/11 with a beep and a bow to the cashier before losing him. You turned back to the sky, fingers gripped onto the bench, and closed your eyes to let the gentle breeze brush past your face.

It was still hard to process that this was all real for some reason, well 3AM trips with a stranger that felt insulting to call a stranger at this point were not exactly the norm. But it was a good kind of weird.

The beep sounded again which was followed by the heavy footfalls of combat boots that landed right in front of you. Slowly you cracked open your eyes to gaze up at lilac eyes staring back. You stayed in a silence together for a moment, looking at each other, there was so much more to learn.

“Ready to go to the next stop?” he asked, leaning his head to the side to give a lazy grin.

You nodded and jumped up. “Lead the way.”

Both your feet and conversations fell into a comfortable pace, talking about random things that flew through your brains that would lead to a tangent. You asked about some of his tattoos, some which had winding stories yet to reach true endings bursting with meaning, others stemming from something stupid or an impulsive decision before going to the shop. Why did he have a tattoo of a tiny dancing milk carton? He couldn’t tell you.

You tried to poke your head around to see what he was holding but he just held it out of your sight.

“Come on just tell me!” You bounced around to be in front of him, walking backwards to keep up with him as he just held it behind his back. “I didn’t know you were one to keep secrets.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “Could you not tell from literally everything about me?”

You snorted. “Hey, I’m not one to judge a book by its cover, but your cover is good-looking, so you still get some points there.”

“You find me attractive? Who would guessed?” he teased, his grin getting wider by the second.

Rolling your eyes, you stuck your tongue out at him as you crossed your arms. “You know what, I take it back. You’re the worst thing I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.”

His hand thudded against his chest as he grimaced melodramatically. “You wound me. I don’t know how I’ll ever recover from this.”

Giggles escaped you before you went back to his side and bumped your shoulder into his arm. “Oh shut up.”

He gazed back down at you; the left corner of his lip tugged upward. “For the record, I do too.”

“You think you’re attractive Toshi?” you asked, purposefully missing his point, “More confident than I pinned you for.”

“Oh shut up.”

You both continued strolling the empty streets, you silently appreciated the fact you were in the outer suburbs of the city so you two seemed to be the only souls around at this hour. You both let your voices carry more than you usually would during the day and let your laughs erupt out of you at full volume, not being told off by a cranky person yet to force you to do otherwise.

Shinsou came to a stop at the front entrance of an alley, grabbing on your arm to stop you from walking past it. He cocked his head towards it and stuck his hands in his pockets before walking down it with you at his heels.

“Leading me down a dark alley? How mysterious Toshi.”

“Yeah, I’m gunna murder you,” he deadpanned.

“Kinky.”

“Honestly, it would half be your fault if I killed you at this point,” he said but he was clearly trying not to laugh.

You nodded solemnly. “It’s the next big step in this blooming relationship Toshi.”

“Ah, what an honour to let me murder you.”

“You should be thanking me really.”

He chuckled before looking back ahead where the light from the street at the end of the alley started streaming in between the buildings. You both stepped out and peered around the empty road before crossing it, leading you to the front of a small building with the sign 24 Hour Vet Clinic.

Shinsou opened the door, a little bell chimed, letting you both inside. The counter and room were empty of other people, and you were about to ask whether or not the sign was a lie before Shinsou called out.

“Hey Haru! You here?”

“Not you again,” a muffled replied.

A dark-haired man walked out from a door, already shooting daggers at the smiling Shinsou, using the doorknob as a stress ball, before he spotted you.

“Haven’t seen you before.”

Before you could reply to the blunt statement, Shinsou gestured between you. “Bronte this is Haru, Haru this is Bronte.”

You both bowed lightly to each other before Haru turned to face Shinsou again.

“Is this your strategy to impress her?”

“Haru, I will kill you.”

“Please do, I’m running on three non-consecutive hours of sleep and ten cups of coffee.”

“That’s nothing, you’re weak.”

“Not everyone is a caffeine addicted voluntary insomniac like you Shinsou.”

You watched as they bickered back and forth, pursing your lips as you tried not to laugh.

“Anyway,” Shinsou said, raising up the package he bought which you finally were able to identify as cat treats. “I’ve got the goods.”

“You need to stop sounding like you’ve got drugs, it’s bad for your hero rep,” Haru said, bringing out a key to unlock a door to another room, “And honestly, I swear you’re just friends with me so you can use me for this.”

“I thought that was obvious.”

Haru scoffed before opening the door and throwing the keys to Shinsou. “Lock up after you’re done, I’m taking a nap.”

You bid him a goodbye and he said it was good to meet you while him and Shinsou simultaneously flipped each other off. You laughed before Shinsou dragged you into the room. You glanced around, seeing a bunch of cats in much roomier cages than you expected on the wall. They were all different colours and shapes, some with huge ears, some with stubby tails, a few had a missing something, whether it be a leg, an eye, or an ear, but they all looked happy and healthy.

“They tend to let them wander around during the day,” Shinsou said, poking his finger between the metal to scratch the chin of a Siamese cat. “They help people’s pets, but they also take in a lot of the strays around here. I swear I bring in about half of them during my patrols, that’s how I met that bastard Haru.”

You snorted but nodded along to his words, going over to the cats that were purring and rubbing against the metal at a chance to get your touch. His smaller scars suddenly made much more sense as you imagined him carrying a sick but feisty cat to the clinic. Both of you went along to all the cats, making sure to give them all attention and slipping a treat between the bars.

Reaching down to the package to grab another treat your eyes brushed past the cage you hadn’t gotten to yet with an orange cat sitting in it, the tag on it was what made you speak however.

“I’m sorry, is that cat called Monster Truck?”

Shinsou laughed at your outburst, immediately following your eyeline to find the face of the dopy cat. “You’d be surprised with the names people come up with, that one’s barely scratching the surface.”

You both sat in front of it as it purred extremely loudly without either of you even patting it yet, eyes closed in complete trust. You fake cried as it rested its entire head on your fingers, nearly falling over with the lack of structural support. Shinsou reached for the piece of paper on the side of the cage detailing its treatment.

“Why’s it here?” you asked, scratching it behind the ear.

Shinsou pressed his lips together before answering. “It says she tried to lick a bee.”

You held your head in your hands. “She’s so stupid, I love her.”

Shinsou nodded solemnly. “There’s not a single thought behind those eyes.”

“I’m gunna steal it,” you said, reaching out to hold the purring cat’s head in your hands again.

“Look,” Shinsou started, “As a hero I fundamentally can’t endorse this… but on an emotional level however.”

You faux grimaced but thanked him for his solidarity in the cause. You both played with the cats a little longer, letting them attack the strings of Shinsou’s hoodie, and finding all of their favourite spots to be scratched. Shinsou watched you out of the corner of his eye with small smiles adorning his lips at the sight, you were oblivious to his soft gaze, far too engrossed in the cute sounds the little furry machines were producing. When the treats ran out you both bid dramatic goodbyes to the cats, making sure to pamper Monster Truck one more time, before Shinsou lead you out and locked the door behind you, and putting the keys behind the front desk.

Yawning you looked up to Shinsou as you went out onto the street again. “Where to next?”

“An arcade sound good?” he asked, “They’ve got DDR.”

Your eyes lit up. “Hell yeah! I’m a pro at it. You’re beat for sure.”

“No way, I’ll smash you!”

You grinned before he could process his own word choice. “Is that a proposition Toshi?”

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes but avoided your gaze making your smile only grow wider.

Both of you bickered as you walked, everything thinly hiding the flirting beneath it that was glaringly obvious but made far more entertaining when paired with an insult or with intent to annoy. Soon the conversation just turned to laughs again as it became harder to keep up the act.

Two rays of light started pointing down the road, the first car you’d seen all night. Shinsou silently moved to your left, nudging you away from the road with his arm gently. You blinked in surprise but complied, watching as the car went past.

Shinsou and his fucking chivalry was going to be the death of you.

You both walked in a comfortable silence for a little while, drinking in the quiet night and the other’s presence. You glanced up to him, peering at his face that looked up to the night sky, a small smile dusting his features. He really was something else.

You cleared your throat with a little cough. “Hey uh…” He looked to you. “Why did you ask if I knew your quirk back at the party?”

He shrugged and kicked a stick on the ground, diverting his eyesight. “Just curious.”

“You really can’t lie for shit, can you?”

He chuckled and drew his eyes back up, tilting his head a little as he peered at you. You stared back. He poked his tongue into his cheek and looked back ahead. “Well, when I was younger, and still now, people weren’t really a fan of it.”

“Your quirk?”

He hummed. “People don’t like the idea that someone could take over control of their body, which is fair enough, but they transferred that discomfort to me.”

You pouted a little as you digested his words and leant your head back to look at the night sky, stars twinkling down at you. Shinsou glanced to you, waiting for some sort of response.

“So they thought you had a villain quirk?” you asked bluntly.

He blinked. “Well, yeah.”

“Well that’s fucking dumb. What, the number one hero could smoke me and a quarter of the city in ten seconds flat if he wanted to, but you’re the villain?”

He shrugged again. “I guess people just don’t like the idea of not having voluntary control over themselves, it probably doesn’t help that people don’t remember what they did when they go under.”

“How does it work?”

“Did Jirou not explain it to you?”

“Nope.”

His mouth fell open. “So you just… went along with me not knowing how or when I could control you?”

“But I know you won’t.”

“You don’t really know that.”

“My gut instinct told me otherwise Toshi,” you said with a wink, “I trust it even on people I haven’t met before.”

“It’s clearly failed once before.” The words came out of his mouth faster than he could stop them; he took a sharp inhale so he could start profusely apologising for even bringing up your ex, but you just laughed.

Your shoulders hunched over and shuddered as cackles went through you. “Well, you’re not wrong there.”

He looked at you, slightly alarmed as well as bewildered that he hadn’t upset you before the chuckles started coming out of him subconsciously too. You both started laughing, your voices carrying for any unfortunate soul still awake to hear you both. You bumped into his side as the grin broke your cheeks and his smile just spread wider. When a minute passed neither of you were even sure what you were laughing at anymore, every time you made eye contact, you’d just crack up even more. His eyes crinkled as he watched you try to catch your breath while refusing to look at him in case his mere sight set you off again.

When you had taken a few deep breaths, you finally looked back, wiping a stray tear from your eye. The sight melted him.

Shinsou spoke as you both started walking again, taking it back to the prior conversation. “Are you seriously not bothered by it though?”

“It’s not like you can kill me in two seconds if you wanted without warning, unlike someone. And plus, you don’t seem like the type of person who’d even let hurting someone cross your mind.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Without good reason,” you added with the roll of your eyes. “You wanna see what a villain’s quirk really is?”

He narrowed his eyes, frowning a little. Not hearing a “no” you drew a hand behind you and pulled your hair off your neck, holding it to the side. You turned your back to him, swallowing nervously as he took a sharp breath.

He reached forward hesitantly, his hand lingering in the air for a moment before his fingertips brushed over the burns. You squeezed your eyes shut as he explored the rough texture, trying not to transport yourself back in time.

“Do they still hurt?” he whispered.

You shook your head. “Not really, not unless I press hard on them or something, they’re just a bit more sensitive.”

“Did he…?” He couldn’t finish that thought.

“Yeah.” You didn’t know what to say either, still kind of bewildered you showed him. Not much you can say when you show someone the marks of your ex who tried to choke you with hands that could blow up a building.

Letting your hair fall down again, you caught his eyes that swelled with sorrow.

“That’s a villain’s quirk,” you said quietly. “It’s dependent on the use and the person wielding it. It isn’t engrained in you from the moment it manifests.”

You both fell silent, processing it all. He looked down at you, the corner of his mouth tight.

“Thank you for showing me.” His tone was so genuine you could just blink in surprise.

You gave a little nod and cleared your throat awkwardly. “Well anyway, was it pretty bad growing up with it?”

“Wouldn’t give it a five-star review to say the least.”

A chuckle escaped you, but you didn’t fill the silence, wanting to give him the opportunity to continue since you had dumped your trauma on him throughout the night. He glanced at you and swallowed.

“I didn’t really have friends for a bit, especially when it first developed, and then the people that did want to be friends with me in middle school just wanted to try and get me to use it for shit they wanted, like brainwashing a store clerk or…” He sighed. “If they were really shitty, brainwash girls that they liked.”

“Can’t imagine you were a fan.”

“Can’t say I was,” he laughed. “So it was half my choice that I didn’t have friends because it wasn’t worth being around terrible people just cause I was lonely. Though to be fair I didn’t exactly make it easy to be friends with me if anyone genuinely wanted to, I wasn’t the most approachable kid around.”

You imagined little Shinsou, probably as edgy in personality as his looks, glaring at anyone that looked at him in case he thought they were talking shit about him or thought he was scary. Pretty commendable that he didn’t go at least a little rouge.

“High school was good though,” he said tenderly, you took note of the small smile that came to his lips. “I didn’t get into the hero course, but I still got into UA which was better than nothing, and you know those competitions they do?”

You nodded.

“Yeah well, I made it to the last round where we were doing one on one fights, though I lost the first fight,” he said with a grin. “Can’t get past Midoriya that easy. But afterwards people in my class were pretty cool with me, saw me as the pride of 1C or something, which I wasn’t used to at all.”

Your eyes crinkled. “Got your first hero moment?”

“Something like that.” He scratched the back of his neck with a light smile dusting his features, you couldn’t even begin to imagine how good that must have felt for him. “And after that I got approached by Aizawa, Eraserhead, to train me one-on-one which was-”

“Wait holy shit,” your eyes blew open, “You got fucking mentored by Eraserhead?”

“Imagine my reaction,” he chuckled, “Our quirks sort of operate similarly power wise so he thought it would be a good match, taught me how to use his binding cloth, but he put me through the fucking wringer.” Shinsou groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head, reliving the gruelling training. You just laughed.

“But he managed to get me into the hero course next year, though I was still in fucking emo no-one-likes-me-and-I-want-to-keep-it-that-way mode and straight up told the class I wasn’t there to make friends.” He looked to you. “You can take a guess how that went.”

The image of Denki immediately attaching himself to him wasn’t hard to imagine, nor was the probable initial grimace of displeasure from Shinsou.

“Was it okay since then?” you asked, “Like people weren’t as weird with you?”

He half screwed up his face, debating the question in his head. “I mean, I guess? People from UA were generally pretty chill with it, especially since I was around pretty well-liked people, so people were cool with me by association, but people outside of hero work tend to still be a bit… tense with the whole thing?”

You pouted a little, annoyed on his behalf. It baffled you how someone could look at this fine specimen of a human and think anything bad of him, he obviously had an edgy aesthetic, but his energy only bled warmth. The way he conducted himself was clearly branched off making someone comfortable with his quirk, it had been apparent with his flirting the whole night, never getting too close without explicit permission, always waiting for you to take the first step and last step and take charge of the conversation.

Before your brain filtered through your words like it was supposed to do so it didn’t let you do this to yourself, you said, “You wanna know what I said to Jirou when she told me?”

He paused. “Oh?”

“I said he doesn’t need brainwashing to tell me what to do.”

Suddenly your shoes were incredibly interesting.

You kept your eyes locked on them as you rocked back and forth on your feet, refusing to look up to see what you knew would be the smuggest fucking face you’d ever see. You gulped as you felt him come closer, nearly obscuring you in his shadow.

“Is that so?” he whispered.

You hummed while you rolled out your ankle and tried not to explode.

“Am I that intimidating to look at?” he asked, you could hear his smile.

“A bit.”

He chuckled. You were once again reminded of how deep his voice was and closed your eyes, wishing the earth could swallow you up so he didn’t see your face was set on fire. You were beginning to question on whether you had a pyro quirk when he took another step closer.

“Look at me Bronte,” he said softly.

Well, you weren’t one to say no to that despite your brain yelling profanities at you. You took a little breath and rose your head to meet his gaze. His lilac eyes stared back.

He really needed to stop looking like that, it was unfair and he knew it. Though your wide eyes peering up at him held an iron first around his heart, not even letting it beat. He took a sharp breath before stepping closer.

You retreated back. He took another step, so did you until your shoulder blades brushed the brick wall. You gulped, waiting as he crept closer and closer, the streetlight above you completely casting his face in darkness. But in that shadow, two white glints looked back.

He planted his forearm steadily above you, leaning his head to the side as you squirmed beneath him. You just wanted him to hurry up and do it, to bring his head down to your level instead of looking at you with that stupidly attractive smile.

Lowering himself just a little, he paused, not moving a single muscle. He was waiting for you to take the plunge, to make sure you were the one making the choice here. You already knew what he wanted, but he waited for your answer.

He needed to stop being respectful before it pissed you off.

“Oh fuck you,” you mumbled before yanking down his collar and crashing your lips into his.

He tasted of raspberry and of salt and vinegar and of comfort. You hooked your arms around his neck to pull him in deeper, he smirked into the kiss so you just bit his lower lip in retaliation. He chuckled at your childishness before snaking his other arm around to the small of your back to pull you flush to his body. He stayed steady with his other arm on the wall so you two didn’t go stumbling.

Your hand wandered through his hair, massaging his scalp, he let out a quiet groan letting you have your turn to smile. He just shoved you back into the brick which elicited a gasp. He locked you against the wall as he put his leg between yours, letting his other hand join the fray. You practically sat on his knee as he cupped your jaw gently, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

He pulled back to place a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, your eyelashes fanned his cheeks gently. You watched, almost delirious off his delicate touch as he placed kiss after kiss on you, trailing along your jaw and down your neck.

You inhaled sharply when he reached your collar bone, he bit the spot for a second just to tease you. Your heartbeat quickened as he got closer and closer to where the fabric of his hoodie began, dying to see what he would do next.

The hairs on your neck rose, a tingling feeling shot through your spine.

What would Shinsou Hitoshi do to intoxicate you further?

“Oi, eyebags, hands off my plaything.”

a/n: let me know if you enjoyed the chapter! sorry that it took so long! but there’s only one part to go so i hope you’ll all enjoy the ride :)

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