#Hitsohi Shinsou

[silentmagi]

Fanfic Title Summary: Hooligan’s Holiday

Green Rabbit AU

Tenya and Shinso

Listen, the hooligans of Class 1-A, the ones with official records of hooliganism, were having a day off, and Shinsou was getting Tenya to get out of the Support wing, Infirmary, and just UA in general.

Yes, the big bad hooligans were hanging out at a cat cafe, and then in walked a familiar bunny hooded, masked boy carrying a box of kittens for the rescue.

"Well, that's why he's Aizawa's favorite..."

"Quite so..."

The chaos compels.

If you want to write one of these, please just link me

[z-mizcellaneous-z]

i had a realization earlier today so i made a thing

[disaster-writer]

Epiphany

Pairing: Shinsou Hitsohi x Reader

Summary: Shinsou wasn’t as good as he thought he was

Word Count: 604

Warning: Smut, noncon, brainwashing

Minors DNI

Shinsou Hitoshi was a good man. He was a hero.

He spent his entire life fighting tooth and nail to prove just how worthy he was of that title. 

He ignored everyone who told him he had a villain’s quirk and he didn’t give up when he was put into general studies, being the only one in his year to manage to successfully transfer into the hero course.

He had teachers and friends that recognized him as a good person— even the media praised him for his efforts and successes. 

He had been such an intrinsic part in aiding the war that took place back in high school and yet—

You still didn’t trust him.

Shinsou Hitoshi has only ever wanted two things in life. To become a hero and for you to finally notice him.

He’s confessed to you so many times throughout the years it was downright pathetic. He should move on, he knew he should have a long time ago. But you were just so sweet and soft, the opposite of what he had to deal with on a daily basis. And with your families being friends, he never got enough of a reprieve from your presence to even attempt to move on.

And now you had a boyfriend.

He wasn’t a hero but still, Shinsou could tell he was a good man that looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.

It was still a new enough relationship when you brought him to the party his parents held that he could imagine it not lasting very long— so many things could happen between now and the next time he saw you.

But then your sister was getting married two months later and you were still together.

Shinsou wondered if all heroes had breaking points. It was hard to imagine with all the noble acts he’s heard his favorite heroes do that any of them could do anything so vile that would make them fall from their pedestal.

Could a hero still be called a hero after committing a crime? Would all of his heroic acts cancel out the one terrible thing he ever did?

He didn’t know. He wasn’t much for deep philosophical questions.

But he did know how good your pussy felt, clenching and dripping for him.

He tried to push down the guilt that flooded his heart at the glassed over look in your eyes, and instead buried his face into your chest and deciding to live in the moment as he helped you ride his cock.

Both your families were downstairs— your boyfriend was downstairs, and probably looking for you.

Shinsou hadn’t realized he started crying. Silent tears fell from his eyes and landed against your chest.

”I’m sorry,” he sobbed with a moan, his hands gripping your hips and bouncing you on top of him, “I’m so sorry, Princess.”

He gazed back up at you, staring at your white and glossed over eyes, wondering what was going on inside that head of yours.

He felt his balls tighten and found himself cumming inside of you with a loud and unrestrained moan.

The post orgasm clarity hit him like a truck as the tears fell more rapidly as he stared at what he had done.

Silent tears slipped down your cheeks, your nipples were raw from his mouth, and his cum coated the base of his cock where the two of you were still joined.

He wrapped his arms around you, crying against your chest once more.

”I’m sorry.”

With a sickening realization, Shinsou knew he wasn’t the hero he thought he was.

[touya-niisan]

class is in session 🎓

roll call: class a class b eraserhead / shouta aizawa vlad king / sekijiro kan denki kaminari eijiro kirishima fumikage tokoyami hanta sero hitoshi shinsou izuku midoriya katsuki bakugo kyoka jiro mashirao ojiro mina ashido momo yaoyorozu neito monoma ochaco uraraka shoto todoroki tenya ida tsuyu asui yuga aoyama

the teacher's lounge: all might / toshinori yagi midnight / nemuri kayama nezu present mic / hizashi yamada recovery girl thirteen

todoroki trauma™: enji touya fuyumi natsuo rei shoto the todorokis

lover's lane: bakudeku (katsuki x izuku) endhawks (enji x hawks) erasermic (shota x hizashi) erasermight (shota x toshinori) dabihawks (toya/dabi x hawks) kiribaku (kirishima x katsuki) miritama (mirio x tamaki) todobaku (shoto x katsuki) tododeku (shoto x izuku) shigadabi (tomura x toya/dabi)

eraser family: eri aizawa hitoshi shinsou hizashi yamada oboro shirakumo shouta aizawa eraser family (shota, hizashi, eri, and hitsohi)

hero billboard chart: edgeshot fatgum gran torino hawks (keigo takami) kamui woods mirko (rumi usagiyama) mt. lady

league of idiots: afo dabigentle criminal himiko toga kurogiri la brava mr. compress overhaul / kai chisaki spinner twice / jin bubaigawara tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura

additional characters: inko midoriya kota izumi mirio togata nejire hado rody soul & pino tamaki amajiki

misc: au general explicit (suggestive and nsfw posts) videos vigilantes

[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.11

Genre: Humor, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

GIVE ME A CHANCE

“I’m so sorry about Suki.” Y/n mumbled, a little embarrassed as she sat in the chair Shinsou pulled out for her. The purple haired man simply chuckled, giving her shoulder a soft squeeze as he scooted her chair in. “I’m not worried about it Princess. He’s your best friend, of course he’s going to give me the shovel talk.” He hummed, taking his seat. “I hope you don’t mind, but I made arrangements earlier this morning. I already got a list of your preferences and your favorites from Bakugo.” Shinsou mumbled, shyly, hoping Y/n didn’t think he was some over stepping douche. Y/n smiled sweetly, reaching her hand out to lay a top his own. “That’s very thoughtful Hitoshi, no one outside of my friends have ever done something like that before.” She stated assuredly. 

Shinsou gulped, turning his hand over to link his fingers with her own. “I wanted to do something nice for you. Because you’re gorgeous and awesome and you deserve all the nice things done for you.” He stated, giving her hand a squeeze as their server set down their drinks. “That’s very sweet of you to say.” Y/n replied, reaching out with her free hand to grab her glass. “I’ve actually never been here before.” she replied, taking a sip of her wine. “I know, I wanted to take you somewhere you’ve never been for our first official date.” Shinsou declared, giving her hand a squeeze as he reached out to take a sip from his own glass. Setting his glass down, Shinsou reached out to take hold of her other hand, giving them both a squeeze. “I know, that I might not be the ideal guy you want to spend forever with, forever is a long time; and I can’t predict the future, and it sounds scary and I know how much you’ve been hurt bef-” “Toshi, you’re rambling.” Y/n whispered, her grin wide as he blushed pink. “I am, sorry, you just...you make me so fucking nervous and it kind of scares the shit out of me in a good way, ya know?” He asked, as Y/n nodded. “You make me nervous sometimes too.” she assured, giving his hands a squeeze. “I know I’m not much, but I know I can make you happy, if you let me. I want to date you. I want to get to know everything I can about you.” Y/n let out a little breath, as Shinsou squeezed her hands reassuringly. “I want you to give me the chance to show you, just how much I can love you.” He replied, eyes full of hope and voice full of nerves. 

Y/n looked down at their joined hands, her thoughts a bit jumbled, as she tried to process what Shinsou had requested. In any other scenario, she would have turned tail and run. She’d never been a big fan of fully committed relationships. Her family had the worst track record, and the only stable ones she knew of, she felt were too far out of her grasp. Looking up, she saw the hope in Shinsou’s eyes, and the little quiver in his lip as he waited for her answer. Something inside of Y/n bloomed, as she nodded her head excitedly, tears pooling at the cusp of her eyelids. “I would love to give you a chance Hitsohi.” She whispered, heart thrumming at the wide smile that broke out on the mans face. With a loud whoop, Shinsou reached over to cradle her face between his hands. Gently, he swooped down, slotting his lips against her own, and humming, as he pressed a heavy, yet chaste kiss to her lips. “I promise you won’t regret it princess.” He whispered against, her lips, winking as he moved back to his seat. Y/n could only laugh, fanning her face as she tried to calm herself down. 

“Bakugo reminded me of the time I gave Iida the shovel talk, years ago.” Shinsou supplied, launching into a story about how he discovered the bespectacled man was in love with the village idiot. The two of them spending the evening enjoying good company, swapping stories, and basking in this journey they were ready to take together.

-Y/n did kiss Shinsou goodnight, with Shoto and Katsuki peaking through the peephole like the good besties they are. Shinsou could not wipe the grin off his face if he tried. After dropping Y/n off, he called his family to gush about Y/n and how their date went. Y/n did the same, her squad already waiting for her arrival. Denki could not be more proud of Shinsou and so so so happy for two of his favorite people in the world. 

Prev/Next

[auditioheros]

𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣  𝗛𝗔𝗗  𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧  𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗗  𝗧𝗢  𝗪𝗥𝗔𝗣  𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘  𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙  𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗢  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗧  𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗  𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟  despite  the  sounds  of  chaos  pouring  out  of  her  laptop.  the  (  𝘯𝘰𝘵  𝘴𝘰  )  soothing  sounds  of  reality  tv  lull  the  girl  to  sleep  more  often  than  not,  drowning  out  any  sort  of  pre  bedtime  angst  tossed  her  way.  by  the  time  her  laptop's  shut  down,  she's  in  the  wonderful  world  of  darkness,  so  close  to  slipping  into  dreams,  waving  goodbye  to  today,  ready  to  fast  track  to  the  next.  and  it's  bliss  for  a  while,  anxieties  melted  away  and  all,  her  worries  forgotten.

𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝗶𝘁'𝘀  𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻  𝘄𝗮𝘆  𝘁𝗼𝗼  𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻.

the  looming  presence  is  all  too  quick  to  stir  kyoka  awake,  her  eyes  flying  open,  heart  sinking  to  her  stomach.  it's  like  an  awful  scene  from  one  of  those  horror  movie's  she's  taken  great  lengths  to  avoid:  her,  the  unwilling  protagonist,  caught  frozen  with  her  deer-in-the-headlight  stare,  mouth  gaping  yet  voice  trapped  in  the  back  of  her  throat  for  just  a  moment  as  her  eyes  take  in  the  blank  faced  figure  in  front  of  her.  the  silence  is  only  broken  by  the  tha-thump  of  her  own  heart,  drowning  out  any  plans  of  escape  that  come  to  mind.  but  her  body,  goddess  bless  it,  reacts  on  its  own,  fear  bubbling  up  from  her  belly,  begging  to  be  let  loose.

𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝗹𝗲𝘁  𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲  𝗶𝘁  𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀.

it's  a  sound  that  even  she  didn't  realize  she  was  capable  of:  it's  piercing  and  fitting  for  a  scream  queen,  effortlessly  filling  the  space.  maybe  she'd  have  been  one  in  another  life.  but  in  this  one,  her  jacks  fly  out,  blindly  landing  on  the  intruder.  bingo.  with  her  heart  wildly  thumping  in  her  chest,  she's  sure  the  waves  she  hits  them  with  will  get  them  to  the  ground  for  enough  time  for  hitsohi  to  come  in  and  help  her  get  this  asshole  out  of  here.  but  the  sound  that  leaves  the  figure  has  her  jacks  flying  back  in  an  instant--  what  the  fuck  is  shinsou  doing  here!?

time's  stilled,  the  two  purples  left  blankly  blinking  at  each  other.  and  hitoshi,  bless  their  soul,  is  the  first  to  break  the  silence:

❝  𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺  𝘪  𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵  𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘪  𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬.  𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵  𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦  𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱  𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘴  𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯.  ❞

well,  at  least  he's  not  possessed.  and  he's  taken  her  attack  in  stride,  not  a  trace  of  anger's  on  the  other's  featres.  it's  a  thought  that  brings  on  way  too  much  relief,  it's  warmth  melting  icy  terror  away,  her  shoulders  slowly  coming  down  to  a  slump,  her  jacks  recoiling  soon  after.  and  damn  the  bastard  for  being  so  funny  right  now.  they've  knocked  her  off  guard  and  before  she  knows  it,  she's  next  to  break  the  silence.  the  laughter  that  escapes  her  is  just  as  free,  borderline  hysterical.  the  kind  of  laughter  that  leaves  her  breathless,  shaking  and  quaking  and  rolling  about  on  her  bed.  the  kind  that  goes  on  for  way  too  long,  leaving  her  abs  sore  and  her  face  flushed  as  she's  slumped  back  onto  her  pillows.  𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮  𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥.  her  grin's  only  a  little  sheepish  as  she  brings  her  aubergine  hues  back  to  their  lavender  gaze,  eyes  glassy  from  her  little  fit,

❝   what  the  fuck,  dude--  i  think  that's  one  of  the  first  things  you  shoulda  told  me  about.  ❞  but  there's  no  venom  in  her  tone,  no  bark  or  bite  to  be  heard,  it's  the  sort  of  tone  reserved  for  a  select  few. and despite the rude awakening, 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀  𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶'𝘀  𝗼𝗻𝗲  𝗼𝗳  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.

ft. hitoshi shinsou, @stubborngods | be kyoka's roomie.

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Astranova

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/g6iU8sM by oblivixus_1 13 years ago, on July 15th, Izuku Midoriya was born. 8 years ago, on July 15th, a war was waged between heroes and villains. 8 years ago, on July 15th, Izuku Midoriya was diagnosed as quirkless. 8 years ago, on July 15th, the Midoriya family cut off contact, and basically disappeared. 10 months ago, on July 15th, Izuku Midoriya was told to kill himself by his best friend.10 months ago, on July 15th, chaos broke out as the villains were winning the war, fights and destruction was everywhere.10 months ago, on July 15th, Midoriya Hisashi pleaded for proof of his innocence from his clearly abused son, before calling him quirkless and holding him at knife point. Only one hero bothered to help after hearing of Izuku's quirklessness, and Midoriya Hisashi got away. 10 months ago, on July 15th, Izuku Midoriya's dreams and remaining hope was crushed by his life-long idol. 10 months ago, on July 15th, a quirkless boy named Izuku Midoriya attempted suicide. He failed. Now here he was, rumaging in a pile of trash like a homeless person, searching for new computer parts. Oh how far he has come. But hey! If it means giving his favourite hero and Tired Detective™ more grey hairs, it's worth it. Words: 3276, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Other Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitsohi, Midoriya Inko, Hatsume Mei, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Eri (My Hero Academia), Hagakure Tooru, Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina, Jirou Kyouka, Kaminari Denki, Toga Himiko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Monoma Neito, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Maijima Higari | Power Loader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Eri & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Nedzu, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Hagakure Tooru, platonically - Relationship, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Feral Midoriya Izuku, Insomniac Midoriya Izuku, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, BAMF Midoriya Inko, Villain Midoriya Hisashi, Abusive Midoriya Hisashi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Redemption, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Needs a Hug, Midoriya Izuku and Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko are Cousins, Mentor Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Corrupt Hero Public Safety Commission (My Hero Academia), Accidental Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, no beta we die like sir nighteye, Crack, Angst, Bakugou Katsuki and Toga Himiko are Siblings read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/g6iU8sM

[littlesecretwriter]

What I Will Write

Slashers:

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Charles Lee Ray

Tiffany Valentine

BNHA:

Keigo Takami

Touya Todoroki/Dabi

Shigaraki Tomura

Shoto Todoroki

Katsuki Bakugou

Kai Chisaki

Shouta Aizawa

Hitsohi Shinsou

Izuku Midoriya

Harry Potter:

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Weasley Twins

Serious Black

Snape

[takami-rising]

characters i will write for:

takami keigo (bnha)

shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

rengoku hitsohi (kny)

link (loz)

levi ackerman (snk)

nanashi (sword of the stranger)

[jestersinblack]

[Soft Style ??? is this a style ??]

I saw @/ovo_crow 's (on twit)  ugly, stinky, crispy, cat Dabi and he looks so adorbs ??? So obviously I drew him with Shinsou!! You just KNOW Shinsou picked up Dabi cat from the junkyard ToT

[sleepysealsleeps]

About Time

SPShinsou X Reader, Kaminari X Reader

Summary: It’s been 3 years since they’ve graduated UA and after a small get together at Jirou’s gig, Y/N finds herself reconnecting with her high school crush, Hisoshi Shinsou. When things between Y/N and Shinsou start to cross that line between friendship and something more than that, a jealous Kaminari joins the picture.  

Warnings: so far nothing much. Just language I guess?

A/N: Okay so this is my first time doing a SMAU and also my first time writing for BNHA. I normally write fanfics for Marvel on my other blog and I just wanted to do some BNHA related stuff that’s why I made this. Anyway, since it’s my first time posting here and doing something like this, feedback would be nice. Also please be nice to me. ALSO, I’d like to point out that I do respect all of the ships people have for BNHA, but for the purposes of this fic, I’ll be using ones I like.

I’ll be editing this as I add parts to it...

INTRODUCTIONS

PART 1: RIPKaminari PART 2: So you think I’m Cute? PART 3: SPILL PART 4: I don’t like this (unofficial titles for part 4 to 10) PART 5: Jealousy PART 6: Shoot my shot PART 7: The date PART 8: I’m here  PART 9: Second Chances PART 10: What route?

[velvetydream]

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.

[wishartszxxyuh]

Hitoshi Shinsou

[austinonymous]

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.”

[minanthesadkids]

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

[sightoru]

—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.

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 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.”

——————————————-

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.”