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sirthisisa-wendys · 4 years ago

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toxic fraternity boy!hanma realises that reader is the one that he wants after a little argument between the two romantic interests, but once he sees one of the members of his fraternity try to chat reader up he does even worse…

Would love to see what you do with this hehehe

ANON, I--

*remembers all of the frat boy parties I went to (count 'em: 1) and how toxic smells like Axe Body Spray and cheap condoms)* You're giving me a ton of liberty with this one and I'm going to do my best to deliver!

Order: Shuji Hanma x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: NSFW

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A/n: I'll have to tell y'all the story about seeing Ferg in concert with my dad some time. Pop-Pop did not have a great time lol

"Fuck Shuji," your best friend, Rita, grumbles over the music spilling out of the frat house. "I don't give a shit if he's here tonight. You're going to have fun, no matter what."

You nod as she talks, making your way past the bushes leading up to the large red and black home in a mini-skirt and crop top that didn't belong to you. The only thing you're wearing that is yours is the pair of high heels that you fished out of the back of your closet for this very occasion.

"Hey, y/n!" one of Shuji's frat brothers calls out from the doorway. You look up and give him a small wave, smiling at him. "There's a bunch to drink in the kitchen and pizza, too. Glad you could make it!" When you step inside the house, the sound of the music is deafening, and you have to push through the massive crowd to even get to the kitchen, where the drinks are.

"Okay, one for me and several for you, since I'm the designated driver for tonight." Your friend pours you a red Solo cup full of vodka and toasts you heartily. "To forgetting about douchebags!"

You take a large gulp of the liquid just as you see Shuji walking down the stairs of the frat house with his friends, laughing and passing a joint. You avert your eyes as quickly as you can and make your way to the opposite side of the house, where you can lose yourself in the trap music. You're surrounded by a bunch of people who can hide you from his gaze, and that's all you want for now. You don't want to think about the fight, the way he called you a "whore", or how hard you slammed the car door afterward.

You just want to get drunk, dance, and forget.

"Yo, y/n," you hear over your shoulder. You turn to see Izana, his purple eyes devouring your image. "What's a good girl like you doing at one of these heathen parties?" You laugh at his description of you, and he winds his hands around your waist carefully.

"What's president of the frat doing down here with us plebeians?" Izana leans forward, tapping his forehead against yours as he smiles at you brightly.

"I was actually looking for you," he begins, biting his lower lip. As his hips grind against yours, you wonder what the playboy needs from you, but he quickly answers your unspoken question. "Heard you and Shuji had a blowout fight the other day. You okay?"

"Yeah," you lie, looking down. Izana tilts your chin up, frowning a little.

"Hurt your feelings, didn't he?" You avert your eyes quickly, ashamed.

"He did," you admit, and Izana hums in displeasure.

"That just won't do. I can't have a pretty girl upset at my party, now, can I?" You shake your head, but a commotion beside you makes you look to your left. Coming through the crowd is Shuji, his orange eyes squinting at the scene.

"Izana," he mutters, crossing his arms. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just trying to cheer little y/n up. Your fight really hurt her feelings," Izana answers, hand still on your waist.

"Doesn't mean we broke up," Shuji frowns, jerking his chin at the older frat brother and cracking his knuckles. You look at Izana, who shrugs, backing away from you.

"All yours, Shu." Shuji turns to you, his orange eyes softening in the glow of the fairie lights behind you.

"Y/n, I want to apologize."

"I don't want to think about it," you gripe, walking through the crowd and clutching your cup to your chest.

If I can just get outside...

You stumble down the steps, dropping your almost empty cup of vodka on the pavement and cursing. Shuji isn't too far behind you, calling your name, but you can't be bothered.

"Fuck off, Hanma," you hiss, shrugging his hand off of your shoulder as you wander down the sidewalk.

"Babe," he growls, stepping in front of you and shrugging his jacket off. "It's cold. And it's about to rain. Come back inside so we can talk." He hands you the jacket, but you're still furious, so you knock it out of his hands. "Please," Shuji whispers, stooping to picking up his jacket as you turn back the other way. "Y/n, you have to hear me out!"

"I don't have to listen to anything you have to say," you toss over your shoulder, crossing your arms. "I would rather eat a can of dirt." Just as you finish speaking, your heel catches in a crack of the sidewalk, and you feel yourself falling forward in slow-motion. Dread sinks into your stomach as you land on your hands and knees, feeling the skin on your kneecaps singing out in pain.

"Y/n!" Shuji pulls you off the ground, cradling you against his chest and carrying you to his car as the rain begins to fall on your tear-streaked face and skinned knees.

"Put me down," you whine weakly, but Shuji only lets you go when he's opened his car door and slid you inside. You lay back against the seat, closing your eyes and shaking as you sob, not even bothering to wipe the tears from your face as he enters on the driver's side and starts the car.

"Here," he murmurs, turning on the heat and placing his jacket over your wet body. "I'm taking you home. Did you come with Rita?"

"Yes," you reply, looking down at your bloody knees. He dials Rita's number on the console of his car and waits for it to pick up. When it goes to voicemail, he tells her that he's taking you home and not to worry. You stare out of the window on the drive home, colors swirling and swimming until they begin to look familiar again, like the colors of your small apartment building. Shuji doesn't speak as he carries you out of the car; his normally tall hair now laying against his forehead due to the pouring rain. At your door, he fishes out his key from his back pocket and slides it into the door.

"Can you walk?" Shuji asks, and you nod, limping into the apartment slowly. He closes the door behind him and locks up, then follows you into the kitchen. The location of the first-aid kit is familiar - it's stashed on the second shelf of the pantry - and he pulls it out, looking for antiseptic and bandages.

Shuji hoists you onto the counter, and when he wipes the blood off your knees, you hiss, jerking your leg a little. "Sorry, babe," he mutters, taping a waterproof bandage over each knee and then kissing them sweetly.

"Why do we even fight anymore?" you sigh, and he stands up, looking you in the eye as he leans forward on the counter, hands on either side of you.

"I don't know," Shuji breathes. "I just know I'm so, so sorry, y/n." You nod, wiping your face.

"Yeah, I heard you the first time." There's a pause, then Shuji mumbles,

"I should shower. I smell like beer."

"Same," you echo. "Should we shower together?"

The obvious answer to that question is 'yes', and you find yourself wrapped up in an embrace with Shuji as he kisses you deeply, legs hoisted around his waist as he pushes into you with your back against the shower wall.

"I remember why we fight," you laugh, pulling away to catch your breath.

"Why is that?" he wonders, eyes still on your lips.

"Because the makeup sex is so fucking good."

"Damn right," Shuji mumbles, giving you a hickey and sliding out and then back in. "So fucking good."

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