#Jiro Oneshot

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How to Give a First Kiss ~ *Jiro Yamada*

Summary: Jiro has yet to have his first kiss. However, since he's met you, he's wanted to give it a try. But he has no idea how to go about it. Perhaps all he needs is some brotherly advice.

Pairing: Jiro Yamada X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1326

Warning: one swear word

Masterlist

When Jiro was a little boy, Ichiro used to tell him that the person he gave his first kiss to would be his spouse in the future. That was his biggest reason as to why he had never kissed anyone. Of course he never told his brothers that, especially Saburo, as he knew he’d tease him relentlessly for believing it. His excuse for why’s never had his first kiss was that he wasn’t interested in things like romance. In reality, he was just scared about giving his first kiss to the wrong person.

This was all before he met you. 

You were different. You were special to him. You were someone he didn’t want to mess things up with because you were everything he wanted in a significant other and more. 

He loved you so much he wanted to give you his first kiss.

Now how to go about giving you his first kiss was tricky. The whole concept was completely foreign to him. But he was sure he could figure it out. After all, there were plenty of anime and manga out there that had to deal with the topic of kissing, especially first kisses. There had to be answers there.

So he started studying. And Jiro quickly learned that it wasn’t as simple as he thought. There were so many different kinds of kisses, from quick, shy pecks to long, sloppy French kisses. It was overwhelming! He knew more about kissing than he actually cared to know now. And he wasn’t sure which kind of kiss you would prefer for your first kiss as a couple.

While Jiro was watching another romance anime, Ichiro just so happened to walk through the door with Saburo. However he wasn’t paying attention to them. He had research to do.

“Whatcha watching?” Saburo asked, plopping down next to his older brother.

Pausing the show, he turned his attention away from the TV. “I’m just doing a little research, that’s all. Are you curious?”

Ichiro nodded at the paused show. “It’s a good anime, a super cute slice of life. But that’s not usually your type of show. What kind of research are you doing?”

Before Jiro could explain, Saburo burst out laughing. It took him a minute to catch his breath before he spoke, “So there’s a certain special someone you like huh? That’s the only logical explanation for why you’d watch something like this! Wow, you really are pathetic!”

Jiro blushed and looked away. Just as he suspected, Saburo was teasing the shit out of him. He should have watched this anime in his room, where he wouldn’t be disturbed.

Ichiro shook his head and put a hand on the middle brother’s shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with being a little nervous when it comes to your feelings, Jiro. Why don’t you tell us all about them!”

Jiro’s cheeks flushed. “I’d rather not, thank you.”

“Ah c’mon, why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing!”

“For you it is!” Saburo stuck his tongue out at him. Jiro raised a fist to punch him, when Ichiro squeezed his shoulder.

“Hey, being in love isn’t embarrassing! Besides, as your big brother and your surrogate parent, you have to tell me!” Ichiro laughed.

With a defeated sigh, Jiro mumbled, “Fine, I’ll tell you. But not with Saburo around.”

His younger brother scoffed. “Alright, fine! I’ll be in my room if you need me, Ichi-nii. I’ll figure out what you tell him sooner or later, Jiro!”

He laughed as he walked off, causing Jiro to bury his head in his hands with a groan. Ichiro patted his back. “Are you okay? I’ll tell him to keep his mouth shut if he finds out.”

Jiro shook his head. “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“I…” He didn’t know how to explain it. It was embarrassing! He didn’t know how to deal with the emotions he was feeling for you. But he was getting nowhere by himself. Perhaps he really did need to reach out for some help. And who better than Ichiro, who he was sure had dozens of admirers fawning over him.

“The person that I like, I want to give them my first kiss.”

Ichiro’s eyes widened. “Really? That’s a big step! You must really like them, huh?”

He nodded. “I do. I really do. But I don’t know how to kiss someone and I want it to be special. I mean, I plan on marrying them in the future, so this has to be perfect!”

“WHOA!” Ichiro all but shouted, placing both hands on his brother’s shoulder as if to steady himself. “It’s just a kiss, Jiro! Not an engagement!”

Jiro frowned. “But when we were kids, you said that whoever I kissed I had to marry.”

His brother gave an anxious chuckle. “Ah, yes, that. Well, I just said that so you didn’t go around kissing every person you saw just because. Kisses are very powerful, as you’ve already guessed.”

He felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Oh. I see.”

Ichiro smiled at his brother and shook his head. “Look, you’re thinking way too hard about this. The best  way to go about it, in my opinion, is to sit them down, tell them how you feel, and ask if you can kiss them. This kiss is just as important to them as it is to you. Make sure you’re both comfortable with it.”

Jiro nodded, finally having some good advice after all his hours of research. He should have known better. Of course Ichiro was a love expert! He should have gone to him first! Standing up, he thanked his brother and called you right away. He had an idea.

Not even half an hour later, Jiro was escorting you to his room. Granted he thought it was far too intimate for your first kiss, but he wanted to do it now, as Ichiro had taken Saburo with him to complete a job. He wouldn’t get another chance like this for a while.

“Y/n, we haven’t been together for very long, but I have very strong feelings for you. At first I wasn’t sure what to do with them, much less knew what they were. But after hours of research and reflection, I realized that what I feel for you is love. And my research has told me that the next step in our relationship is the first kiss. I should let you know, I have yet to actually have my very first kiss, but I would be more than happy to give that to you. So may I kiss you?”

You didn’t say anything at first, and for a moment, Jiro believed he did something wrong. He was about to reassure you that you shouldn’t feel obligated to kiss him, but that he really did love you. However, you beat him to the punch by smiling softly.

“Jiro, you know, you don’t need to prepare a speech to ask me to kiss you. We’re both still new to this whole relationship thing. If you want to kiss me, just ask simply. I’m sure we’ll figure it out, okay?”

He nodded. “Yes, of course. Alright. I’m going to kiss you now.”

You giggled, making his stomach flip. “Sounds good.”

Hesitantly, his lips touched yours. He watched your eyes slip close as you pressed against him a little harder. As he also closed his eyes, he got lost in the kiss. It felt like fireworks and electricity shooting through his body. He could almost feel himself shiver from all the feelings he was feeling. But he was more concentrated on how your lips fit perfectly against his. It felt like he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life.

When you both pulled away, he sighed and looked deep into your eyes. He knew then that what Ichiro said to him when he was younger was absolutely true. He was going to marry you one day.

“Can we do that again?”

[fiberturkey89]

"Silent Storm"

(A roleswap within my AU, where Jiro was the one Sora met instead of Zanth, takes place before the AU fix Staying Together.)

He had long forgotten what the taste of fresh fruits and meat felt like.

He missed the various types of earth that he used to roam, from the scorching heat of the volcanoes to the pleasant meadows of valleys.

The smell of the lands, a wisp he couldn’t quite grasp anymore.

It danced on his memory akin to the winds that used to aid his wings midair whenever he soared across the realms.

The winds in this place were aritifcal, the lights simulating a soft glow akin to one of his old nests, but without any of that comforting warmth.

He missed the airdrafts that carried him across the lands. The lands were new, different than previously. The people he met along his travels were even more so. He hoped that the few he met reunited with their families and tribes.

Jiro couldn't say the same for these foul ones, however. He eyed the green-eyed one as she departed from the chamber, that one treated him as if he were a mere hippo. Aggressive, without reason. Without thought.

Well. He was above that. He could control his claws and his thunderous breath.

His teeth and eyes had seen more than she could ever fathom. It was only by pure luck that these fools had caught him at all.

Curling up to take a nap, he yawned. Despising how they left him in here with his chipped and shedded scales longer than usual, it was perhaps only luck that they cleaned his prison every week or so.

He supposed it was only one person who really cared enough, anyway. He hadn't seen the one man who came in and cleaned them up now that he considered the length of time...

Peeling his lip back, he hoped that one was alive. Afraid of him as the man was, on occasion, he offered scraps of vegetables from his lunch as compromise to clean the prison without issue.

Jiro considered it ironic luck that one had the brains to keep him content. Using his wings to act as a cover for his head, he readjusted himself with a snort.

He was too tall, too long for this cell, he kept accidentally sitting on or stepping on his own tail. Grumbling, he closed his eyes.

"Is he okay?" A small voice asked, catching him off guard. How long had he been unfocused for? Was he losing his touch?

"I wouldn't worry. It has moments like this where it rests after it sheds its scales. " There it was. The deception, the lies.

Uncoiling from his position to see a newcomer and the green eyed rot-hatch, he was taken aback to see a young human staring at him.

She stared back, a full smile being the thing that greeted him. She lightly waved, and he sniffed in response.

What an odd one. She had no fear, no ingrained hatred for him.

What made this one different from the others?

"Nothing to worry about. It's always been the most responsive of the Dragons we've worked alongside. We simply caught it in the middle of a nap."

The words awed the girl, her eyes widening, though Jiro shot green-eyes a stare that would have even made a bull Elephant in musth halt its charge.

She ignored him, causing his claws to dig into the cold ground below. Fool. When he escaped, she would pay. Her and that red-eye moron.

He had more interesting matters to lend to, however, considering this child was eyeing him with wonder.

"A Dragon..." The girl murmured, approaching his prison. He cocked his head. How curious.

He thought more would know of him, considering how much they lied.

Especially whatever it was red-eyes often did with him in the background. Talking as if they were long time friends.

Jiro snorted at the thought, friends? With a Dragon Hunter? Boars and hippos would fly before that happened.

Though, this human. She resided in this place with them but seemed to have no interest in their occupations.

Other children or teenagers would have certainly spouted their loyalty to the Hunters or their queen by now. Not her.

She was.. young, for a human. Very young. She couldn't be any older than.. what were the words that humanoids regarded their ages with? Ten? Eleven? Something like that.

If his memory didn't fail him.. he was... about ten years older than her? He could be wrong. Humanoids were strange.

"A real Dragon.." The girl uttered again, making Jiro grin softly despite the circumstances.

Few children that came into this chamber gave him more than a passing glance or even recognition.

He had this pink haired one's full attention.

So far, he liked this one. He wondered how long it would take for her to turn violent against him, he thought wryly. All the children seemed to after minimal coaxing.

"I can't believe you're allowed to have them here in the lab- this place is magical!"

Jiro bit back the urge to laugh. This child had no idea what true magic was. It certainly wasn't this 'lab'. Perhaps if he ever escaped, he could have her meet one of the true magic users out there.

He did, however, appreciate that he had been associated with magic. Puffing out his chest in pride, he raised his head to tower above her, showing off.

She giggled, reaching a hand out upwards, and if he could talk, he would have warned her. However..

This time, he nearly laughed proper when her hand bounced off of the prison. He couldn't blame her at all. One couldn't quite see the barrier that separated him and the outside chamber.

Her grin faded for a moment, and he blinked in suprise when it disappeared for longer than a second.

He wanted the smile to come back. No child in his presence should be without a smile. They always did with genuinely instead of an adult.

Doing his best not to side-eye green-eyes, she walked over to the thing that would open his prison, he waited. "Oops, sorry. Let me deactivate the field. This one has long accepted its role in our lab. It won't be any danger."

The field went down, and he had to refrain from thwacking her with his tail in front of the girl. Perhaps if she tested his patience, he'd consider it, even if it meant dying.

He'd at least take this brute with him.

Besides, he was only dangerous when he chose to be, not when he felt like it.

If only they could get that through their skulls.

His eyes focused on the girl who strained to reach her arm over the gap. What an energetic one. Much different than the grumpy adult humans in here.

He supposed that was par for the course, humans seemed to naturally sour as they aged.

Craning his neck to bridge the gap, he pressed his snout into her hand gingerly, knowing how little it took to bowl a human over. He smiled softly, staying still.

She returned the smile with an ear to ear grin of her own, eyes alight with joy. Lightly bumping the edge of his snout to her fingers.

He surpressed the urge to recoil, surprised that she carried a charge like he did. It was faint, but it was undoubtedly there.

She had the Dragons Gift, much like himself. Allowing himself to smile freely in joy, he trilled. It was good to see a hatchling to walk free. She must be hiding it well.

Pressing his snout again, he inhaled her scent and committed it to memory. Smelled akin to flowers.. metal, and.. cats? What an odd assortment.

Her hand was warm, almost as warm as his fathers scales. Smoother than his, however, almost like his mother's velvet scales.

He crooned softly, causing her to break into a fit of giggles. "Awh, you sweet thing! Do you have a name?"

He would've told her his name was Jiro, but he was unsure of how to communicate that-

"Subject 152 stroke 9A. Though the janitor and the lab technicians have taken to calling it Sora."

His tail twitched. He was not an it. He was a he like how the girl was a she.

He had a name, thank you. One that had been gifted to him by his parents. Jiro was a fine name, if you asked him. Not whatever Sora meant.

It sounded like it would be a bad name for a Dragon like him.

The girls eyes widened, so she knew what it meant. Whatever it did caused her grin to vanish. It must be a terrible name for it to disappear. "Sora? The ancient Imperian word for orphan?"

...

Firstbourne's fangs, you lounge around a flock of Dragons to keep up with the latest news once, and then humans consider you family - he swore on the Source Dragons' names he was going to stomp these humans into the ground.

Except the girl, of course. She was a Dragon like he and had given him the proper respect. The others, however..

He had to refrain, very, very, very hard from blasting green-eyes with his lightning. He had to refrain from the thoughts that filled his mind for chewing out those others who called him that.

Even the one who cleaned his prison.

He however, kept his eyes and snout on the girl in front of him, taking care not to let his anger cloud his judgement.

Her eyes turned downcast, her shoulds loosened heavily, and she frowned. "What happened to your family, Sora?"

His jaws hung open for a brief moment, a thought he hadn't been willing to entertain in his time here. If at all since the Merged Lands.

..How were his mother and father and sister? Had they joined those tribes of others that came from other lands?

He wouldn't be surprised if they loosely stood with one, his kin of Thunder Dragon preferred to live in the same general region but never came together, save for mated pairs who would call relatives when it to was to welcome a new one into the world.

He backed away, laying his head down and staring at his scales. Attempting to gauge if they'd ever been caught by these blast rotten boar-brains.

As far he'd been aware, they had escaped safely in another one of the realms before the Shattering-

Breathing suddenly became difficult, his scales felt as if they were being slashed by an Ice Dragon who was trying to attack him.

His muscles tensed in searing hot pain, as if the lightning was being pulled out of his very being.

He roared, crying out in pain as his eyes narrowed at green eyes in hatred, the smile she adorned from seeing him writhe in pain sickened him.

"Stop it! You're hurting him!"

The pull faded, and he collapsed to the cold, hard floor. This cave of despair is the only thing to remind him that he was alive.

His vision was blurry, and his limbs felt as if he was buried beneath a heap of rocks. He panted, greedily inhaling air. He could just barely make out the argument to be having as his hearing faded in and out.

He couldn’t see what was becoming of green-eyes, and the girl, struggling to lift his head, he gave up as his vision continued to darken.

He wanted to see what was becoming of it, if the girl was okay- but he couldn't due to his weakness. "-This is why I brought you here-"

So that was her name.

It didn't suit her.

She had a much fiercer attitude than she let on.

She deserved a better name.

Her parents were weak. If they gave incorrect names to their children, then that meant they had unbefitting names, too.

Giving in to darkness, Jiro forcefully slept, unaware of what happened next and unable to do anything after that.

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The next time he had awoke, he had lost track of the time, coming to with bleary blinks. His scales felt disgusting and heavy.

His wings felt as if they were bound again, cramped and strained in this tiny space.

Shaking the sleep off of his scales and repositioning to rid himself of uncomfortable cramps that followed with, he noticed that it was the dead of night.

A moments peace, then.

Laying back down, his snout bumped into something lightly recoiling with a hiss and crackle of thunder. He calmed when he realized it was..

A bucket of water?

Looking around to make sure it wasn't one of green-eyes' behavioral tests, he carefully lapped at the water. Sighing in relief as it eased his burned veins, as if the rains themself were dousing him.

He kept himself from paying too much attention to the small shape huddled underneath one of the tables.

The door opened, and he quickly hid the bucket under a wing, meeting the guards' gaze with a look of disgust.

The human, wearing a helmet that prevented Jiro from being able to see his expression, simply turned around and muttered something incoherent.

He wouldn't return for a while.

Quickly finishing his water, the dragon sniffed at the bucket again, his eye ridges raising in suprise.

It was indeed one of the rare metals that a dragon like himself required to eat on occasion. The girl knew his kin supplemented their needs with things like these.

Smart one, she is. Very smart. He trilled in approval, even smiling. She would have been a good Dragon.

No, she was a good Dragon.

"I got you one of the copper buckets we use for the calves at the greenhouse," she whispered, approaching him and pulling off her hood.

Calves? Cow? Meat? He licked his chops at the idea of fresh meat. He couldn’t recall what he had eaten last, but it'd must've been ages ago.

Pulling a pack from her back, Jiro's desires for flesh were overtaken by surprise, how had this girl snuck in here unnoticed by annyone?

Was the patrolling really that horrendous? Poor fools, they wouldn't last a day if there was a competent Invader in their midst.

Quickly pulling the keep to his prison down, he noticed her eyes were red and swollen. "I also got you some steel torque nuts... I-I dunno how well these work, but these should give you back some strength."

His gratitude came to a stop when he considered how her own flock must already be turning against her for cutting his torture short.

He had heard the public shaming that they enforced on others for simple mistakes. Green-eyes had made the call to the others that there was a strange one in their group.

He felt a crackle of electricity spark in his jaw.

He would have words with whoever reduced her to this state. If they so much as dared harm this hatchling any more than they had.

Words would be shared with teeth and claws. This was a promise.

Taking out his hatred by ravenously eating the bucket and the small morsels she dropped in gently, he crooned softly - grateful to the child for coming back and giving him food.

She lay some more food down before him, one of them being a favorite of his. "I also got you some watermelon and bananas. Sorry, we don't have any red meat. I can try getting you some fish?"

He nodded quickly after carefully crunching through the watermelon, loving the memories that came back with the moisture rich fruit. He then ate the bananas next, his stomach more content than it had been in possibly seasons.

He felt some some semblance of embarrassment when he tilted his head and motioned to her pack in query after his fill, though.

Hugging herself for a moment, she presented a small thing in her hands that held food. "I do have two potatoes, but they were for me - you can have them if you want?"

Holding them out for him, he fervently shook his head and hissed, nudging the thing back to her chest with a harsh snort, startling her.

"Are.. you sure? I can always get myself more-"

He growled, causing her to go silent. He tenderly raised the thing she was holding to her chin and chuffed. Her food was her food. Not his. "Okay- okay, I'll eat."

He was hungry, yes. But he refused to take the share of a hatchling who had done more than enough for him and, by extension- needed the sustenance to grow into a powerful individual.

Watching her eat her fill, he huffed in satisfaction, the Thunder Dragon reclined in his seat, yawning. His stomach was feeling better, his bones weren't aching as much, and he had company.

Carefully shifting his scales into one corner of his prison, he sighed. The thought of his parents and sister coming back to momentarily haunt them, better him than either side.

If his parents had been the ones captured, either would've died of a broken heart if they'd been separated. His kin mated for life, and his sister had a full life ahead of her.

He's take this agony many lifetimes over if it meant preventing any of them from being captured.

Even if he wished he could escape himself.

He could say the same for the girl who would most likely needed to escape herself, as she was no longer welcome here.

The girl who needed a name. Because her sires were failures at naming their own offspring.

He watched her eat, eyes locked on the exit of the lab. She was brave, definitely, even in the face of being caught and the punishment that came after.

Perhaps he should wait for her to prove herself before he got hasty. After all, his original name had been Thunderstrike before his parents had bestowed his true name once he had completed a feat.

Even the precursor required a feat..

Once she finished, she began to pack her things and pull up her hood - stretching carefully. He inspected her state, good, good. She was healthy. Strong.

While they hadn't exactly conversed, there was nothing wrong with simply being in each others company.

The girl chewed her lip, gazing between him and the door after some minutes of silence. "I could help you escape? There's a city across the desert we can go to! I saw these bird-wyvern things flying during the day.."

Wyverns, what a rowdy bunch they were. Many of them were decent enough company if you were looking for news, very gossipy if you asked him.

However, he shook his head. Attempting to rise, he only fell over, causing the child to lurch forward as if she could catch him.

Hands moved to his snout, and he purred softly in confirmation. He was fine. Simply too tired to move properly.

She wasn't taking no for an answer.

"I can keep bringing you food and we can escape! I promise, I know the best ways out, or-or maybe I can get something that'll help your legs-"

Jiro's frowned, he shook his head. Raising a claw to show how it trembled, his scales chipped and broken, he motioned to it.

The girls eyes furrowed, her lip wobbling. "I can help you," she repeated, this time firm. "I can come up with a plan to get you through the main gate-"

He then lifted up the girls much more stable hand with a gentle bump of his snout. Raising his own claw again and then letting it drop to the cold floor.

"You're not weak!" She blurted out. "You wouldn't slow me down! We just... need to plan properly! I can do it!"

He shook his head again, truly stubborn like a Dragon. He nudged her towards the thing that would raise his prison.

He would slow her down. There was nothing to be said. No amount of planning could help him escape.

He had no fear of death. He would fight until his last breath.

She should, however. She should have a fear of the consequences that come. She had a life ahead of her.

His entrapment could be a lifetime.

The girl, frustrated at her limits, quickly pulled up the field and took off- early enough to avoid the patrol that would come.

Sighing, Jiro lay back down, closed his eyes, and went to sleep. Grateful for her help. Feeling some guilt for having to send her away.

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He was unsure of how long it had been since he saw her last, but she had gotten taller. Longer hair.

She was thinner.

He didn't like that.

She had become sadder, her eyes almost always shiny when she saw how his scales dulled and flaked from the constant drainage.

She hesitated to touch his scarred and scored snout, her once stable hands trembling much like his weakened claws.

Only, hers was out of sadness, his was out of weakness. She was powerful, for being able to mourn over a being she only met twice.

He was ashamed she couldn't see them in their proper luster, ashamed she couldn't see him in the prime of his life.

Yet he still attempted to ask how she was.

She wouldn't answer him. She avoided his eyes.

He felt some level of hurt. He had only been looking out for the Dragon Gifted.

What an odd thing that he would become curious about this girls life in the little time they had known each other.

He still stood strong whenever he saw her after. However, she visited him rarely, sometimes to simply have him as company, other times to share a quiet meal.

The seasons continued to change without him, and he worried for the girl as her eyes began to lose their sheen.

Faintly, but it was there.

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She brought him two watermelons tonight, a fish, a bucket, and torque nuts. "Here you go," she said.

She was doing too much. He could do nothing except offer his company.

He would repay her with the gift of flight when he escaped.

He watched her before he ate, how she turned around partially to keep an eye on the exit. He could see that her spirit was dying faster than he was.

He was the one in the cage, but so was she.

The two ate in silence. It was heavy. Much like the volcanoes he nested in for some nights, bathing in the heavy heat.

This was cold.

He finished his meal, resting his skull against her leg as she ran her hands up his head - her touch was still warm.

Still full of life. Full of power much like he once had.

"We can still try to go to the colored city across the desert," the words were hollow, no fight to them.

They had this discussion before, and she always came out unsuccessful.

She needed to escape. No, he needed her to escape on his behalf.

"I wanna go there," she announced. "But I don't want to leave you behind. It's unfair. You should be free."

He agreed, and he should be free. Where the winds and the thunderstorms call for him, the cool nights and the warm days. The seasons came and went along with him.

It was a distant memory that he could only fathom thanks to the food she was giving him. The seasons hadn't stoppped to acknowledge he was gone, of course.

They stopped for nothing, and no one.

The task of bringing him food was draining her.

Her hand's tremble proved that. He'd seen what an outcast among the flock looked like. She had no place here.

Perhaps it was time. No, it was time. His strength only came back little. The food amount was not enough for him to properly heal himself.

Moving his head away from her leg, he sifted through the dull scales in his prison, his most recent shed having come at a bad time.

He picked up the most rich scale he could and placed it in her lap. Calling up his lightning to gently charge it, for only she would be able to feel it.

This was his gift to her.

"You're giving this to me?" She said, voice hushed. "I... thank you."

He chuffed in welcome, it was a very pretty scale if you asked him.

This was his way of escape, even if he couldn’t be there to see the dusk and dawn, the stars and sun.

He nudged her, pushing her to her feet. "Wh- Sora! What're you.. doing?"

He unfurled his wings, still able to shine that undercurrent akin to lightning as he motioned to the cieling.

"You.. want me to go?" She bit out, and he nodded in conformation. Offering her a smile that no doubt was more of a grimace considering how her lip wobbled.

"But-" He silenced her with a huff and a headshake, forcing himself towards the blasted thing that would entrap him.

No, the thing that would separate him and her.

This was her feat. His test to her.

Make it across the desert to this city and.. live.

She didn't cry but instead, she sighed. "You really are a stubborn Lightning Dragon," her eyes became as glassy much like the sands he would scorch for amusement, and he used his snout to wipe them away.

Jiro wholeheartedly agreed. He and his sister got it from their mother, the comment making him chuckle in amusement. His laughs not as full they would have been some time ago.

The girl hugged his snout, gripping tightly. He pressed against her, gentle to make sure he wouldn't bowl her over.

She couldn't be any more than.. twelve, or thirteen if he was remembering human ages right.

It was a while before the two separated, blue fleckered gold eyes met his own. He bowed his head and trilled gently, motioning her to raise it.

With great reluctance, she raised his imprisonment. Holding her hand there for a few moments as it twitched in the opposite direction.

"I'm sorry, Sora."

Jiro, he would have corrected. Instead, he snorted in goodbye to her. Watching her pivot and run out of the lab.

Leaving him alone.

Sora. A name for orphans in this place called Imperium.

It's what the girl would have been calling herself. She and him both knew that.

He disagreed on her being an orphan.

She would always be welcome to his family.

The name spoke of loneliness, of heartache. It's what that name would make most think.

But he had already given her a precursory name, one he considered worthy of the little Dragon.

She would make her own name in time, one that would truly fit her and be the one that told everyone else who she was.

One that she would roar whenever somebody used that infernal name her parents had given her.

He wished he would be able to hear her roar it to the winds, much like the quiet thunder she brought with her.

She had yet to cross the desert, in her view.

But to him, she had already done it. He was no longer as alone as he thought he was, in this place called Imperium.

For Silent Storm would give him company.

[scooteriajierrari]

I see so much Toto fics (I eat every single one of them up), but where are the Christian ones? what if I make one for Christian? Or even like for the both of them together??

[smt-obsessed]

Kyoka Jiro

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🩹= sickfic, 🧸= fluff, 🌦= hurt/comfort

(She will be aged up to 20+ if I write smut.)

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[dreanwitch]

O dia mais quente do ano

Jiro monta um plano supercomplexo de diversão do verão para vocês dois, mas desde o primeiro momento as coisas já começam dando errado. Será que ele irá resistir em te dar o primeiro beijo, ou irá conseguir seguir o plano para o fim de verão perfeito baseado em mangás Shoujo que ele planejou?

Independente do resultado, Ichiro gostaria de ter sido avisado com antecedência.

|Jiro Yamada x F!Reader| - | 7.000 palavras |

O verão, como sempre, estava extremamente quente. O sol ostentava seu brilho no céu azul reluzente, os jardins estavam verdes e bem vistosos combinando perfeitamente com a beleza alegre de um dia iluminado. Seria lindo e inspirador se não fosse tão desagradável.

Bom, quem sabe caso estivesse em casa... Descansando em seu quarto com a cortina aberta para a luz entrar e sentindo a brisa do ar condicionado lamber seu corpo vestido com roupas leves, talvez pudesse apreciar a beleza da estação. Se fosse assim, você poderia afirmar o quanto aquele dia estava belo.

Contudo, sua situação no momento era bem adversa. Você estava no meio da rua, debaixo daquele sol escaldante. A tarde estava tão quente que chegava a ser opressora. Tudo o que desejava mais profundamente era que o calor aterrorizante do verão não existisse, mesmo que aquele desejo não fizesse exatamente sentido. 

O suor saia de dentro do seus poros em massa, ele escorria pela pele como água enquanto você lutava contra uma subida íngreme em cima de uma bicicleta. Pedalando dolorosamente devagar. 

Para piorar tudo, até mesmo a pouca brisa que corria pela cidade era agonizante e quente, o vento parecia até mesmo ter saído direto de um forno aberto. Você ofegou e arfou, a mochila que estava meio pesada com cadernos e livros nas costas esquentava. Definitivamente aquela não era a melhor maneira de aproveitar uma terça feira no meio das férias. Nem pensar. Não mesmo! E nem de atravessar as ruas de Ikebukuro num dia quente. Onde estava com a cabeça quando teve a péssima ideia de sair de casa naquele dia, de sair de bicicleta ainda por cima? Se pudesse voltar no tempo definitivamente não teria tomado aquela decisão, talvez até tivesse optado por não sair e remarcar seu compromisso para a próxima semana.

Antes de sair de casa havia tomado banho, tanto para amenizar o calor quanto para se preparar. Seu corpo que antes estava cheiroso e fresco agora não passava de uma coisa pegajosa, molhada e grudenta, envolvido por suor salgado e incômodo misturado com o cheiro leve cheiro de sabonete, creme e perfume. Você sentia as gotas escorrendo com vontade por todos os lugares possíveis enquanto molhava suas roupas, cada vez mais arrependida por ter tomado a decisão de sair de casa de bicicleta e totalmente incerta e sobre aparecer na frente de Jiro nesse estado.

Apenas a ideia lhe fazia revirar o estômago. Era bobo? Sim, bastante, mas não deixava de ser verdade. 

No entanto, não havia mais tempo para refletir e se importar com o tópico que, provavelmente, nem mesmo o próprio Jiro se importava. Logo em frente ao seu destino você desceu da bicicleta ofegante e ficou segurando o guidão com força, tomando tempo para se recompor embaixo da sombra de uma árvore. 

Depois de tomar certo tempo para acalmar as pernas, os pulmões e os nervos você pegou o telefone na mochila e ligou para Jiro, avisando que havia chegado em sua casa. Ele não atendeu. Então, você resolveu mandar uma mensagem, contudo, ele também não respondeu, na verdade, nem mesmo chegou a visualizar. 

Você bufou irritada, pois quando precisa que o telefone dele esteja no bolso ele nunca está. O telefone de Jiro fica em todo lugar, até mesmo na geleira, mas nunca com ele, pelo menos não quando você precisa que ele esteja. Você fez uma careta e guardou o próprio celular no bolso de trás do short, até o aparelho que estava dentro da mochila estava quente, provavelmente iria descarregar em breve. 

Bom, não lhe restava mais muitas opçẽs. Encarando a fachada da casa, você respira fundo. Foi sua primeira vez na casa dele, será que ele estava planejando lhe apresentar para os irmãos? Ou ele queria poder passar algum tempo sozinho com você? Ambos os cenários deixavam você extremamente nervosa, afinal, vocês namoravam apenas desde a última semana de aulas. Tudo era muito novo e muito embaraçoso. Céus! 

Claro, na medida do que fosse possível, em meio aquele dia infernal, você deixou as reflexões de lado e finalmente se moveu. Parando em frente a inscrição Yamada, aguardou por um segundo, o rosto estava corado e talvez não fosse simplesmente por causa do sol. Por que você havia concordado com aquilo mesmo? Fazer as tarefas em um café seria mais que suficiente, teria ar condicionado e você poderia comprar algo delicioso.

Reunindo forças, você estacionou a bicicleta e tocou a campainha esperando na porta. Nervosa, estalando os dedos suados.

Não muito depois a porta foi atendida e um garoto apareceu do outro lado. Você rapidamente o reconheceu como o Yamada mais novo, Jiro já havia contado do irmão menor muitas e muitas vezes. A expressão dele enquanto te olhava indicava sem rodeios que você havia batido a porta em um momento inoportuno, ele nem tentou disfarçar. Aquilo te fez engolir seco e sentir um leve calafrio naquele dia calorento. Quem diria, que depois de tudo o que havia passado para chegar até ali, agora seria enxotada por um garoto de quatorze anos.

— Precisa de alguma coisa? — o garotinho indagou no meio do seu silêncio, a sua voz era meio aguda e engraçada, mas ainda assim fofa apesar de estar na fase de mudança. Ele era engraçadinho.

— Que fofo… — sem querer lhe escapou. Mas era verdade, não tinha como não ser, o rosto gordinho e as manchinhas pelo rosto que lembravam as de Jiro lhe davam muita vontade de apertar suas bochechas, e isso sem falar nos olhos redondinhos e em cores exóticas. O irmãozinho do seu namorado era uma gracinha e você estava toda boba agora que finalmente havia o visto de perto.

— Oi? — Saburo questionou fazendo uma careta irritada, franzindo o cenho e quase fechando a porta em sua cara. Você recuou meio passo e tentou ver alguma coisa dentro da residência. Céus, que vergonha. 

— Ah, eu… uhm... desculpe! — Você conseguiu dizer com clareza, olhando nos olhos do menino e levantando a mão em uma saudação tardia para o cumprimentar. Não que fosse uma pessoa tímida, mas estava envergonhada pelo elogio jogado sem querer. Finalmente se estabilizando novamente, bom, mais ou menos, você mexeu na alça da mochila. Distribuindo melhor o peso dos cadernos e falando um tanto mais alto do que deveria:

— Yamada-kun. Eu vim ver o Yamada-kun. — Prontamente o arrependimento bateu pela escolha tola das palavras que foram desperdiçadas e jogadas para fora da boca. Todos os que moravam naquela casa eram Yamada. Sua voz saiu travada e robótica.

Aquele garoto fofinho provavelmente acabava de gravar em sua mente o seu rosto lhe associando a figura de uma grande esquisita, a cara dele mostrava isso com clareza. Ele nem sequer tentou esconder o fato. Cruel. Talvez ele estivesse a ponto de a chutar para fora... quem sabe? Você definitivamente não duvidava. Que beleza, heim…

Saburo era meio que daquele jeito e isso não era nada que Jiro não tivesse comentado uma vez ou dez antes, quem sabe até mais. E falando em Jiro, onde será que ele estava quando você mais precisava da presença dele?

Encarando o garoto mais novo na porta da casa com nada de relevante, você sentiu um flash de curiosidade a respeito de como Jiro se parecia nessa idade. Provavelmente não havia mudado coisa alguma já que tinha tanto tempo assim. No máximo ele deveria ser um pouco mais baixo do que era hoje.

Saburo inspirou fundo, ele estava suando. Abrir a porta apenas fazia com que a brisa incômoda e quente entrasse dentro de casa. Se pudesse, ele preferia passar o menor tempo possível ali e voltar o mais rápido possível à sua leitura.

Não era necessário ser um gênio para perceber que aquela pessoa do outro lado da porta estava procurando por alguém em sua casa que provavelmente seria o seu segundo irmão mais velho. Como ele nunca a havia visto em toda sua vida, soube instantaneamente que não era ele, e, sem pensar duas vezes, julgou também que seu irmão mais velho, Ichiro, não se envolveria com alguém daquele jeito, nem pensar. Além do mais, ele também não tinha avisado sobre estar esperando alguém a trabalho.

Aquela garota plantada na porta estava praticante cheirando a Jiro Yamada. Ele sempre trazia problemas a Ichiro.

E antes de deixar que ela falasse mais coisas confusas Saburo bufou, passando as mãos na testa suada colocando o cabelo para trás. Procurando acabar com aquilo de uma vez, ele voltou para dentro gritando alto o nome do irmão acompanhado de um insulto, claro, apenas para não perder o costume. 

Você percebeu a voz dele afinar um pouco quando gritou e riu baixinho, infelizmente ele ouviu. Você notou a estranha rigidez e irritação em sua postura quando ele a encarou rapidamente. 

Felizmente, sem muita demora a voz de Jiro também pôde ser escutada do lado fora onde você estava. Ele gritou algo meio incompreensível de volta para o irmão mais novo e você aguardou por ele ansiosa. 

Inclinada em direção a dentro da casa sem conseguir ver nada, você escutou uma briga florescer do lado de dentro. Nenhum dos dois meninos parecia se importar em lhe atender apropriadamente. Sem o poder da escolha você ficou escutando tudo sem jeito, quase querendo ser engolida pelo chão e envolta pela sensação pesada de que não deveria estar ali. Não agora. 

Era impressão ou eles estavam se estapeando ou algo parecido?

Quando menos esperou Jiro abriu a porta abruptamente chamando seu nome no susto, ele estava todo desgrenhado e parecia estar vendo um fantasma. Saburo falou mais uma coisa e foi ignorado pelo irmão que mostrou o dedo do meio para ele. Jiro deu um passo em sua direção instintivamente você deu um pequeno passo para trás. Ele se inclinou para ficar na altura dos seus olhos, o rosto dele estava corado, mas você não sabia dizer se era apenas pelo calor que fazia.

Cruzando os braços sobre o peito, você reprimiu um sorriso que surgiu em seus lábios quando o viu e falou um oi sem graça, pretendendo estar brava. Contudo, terminou rindo baixinho dele, que parecia muito ansioso. Apesar de sobrecarregada, vê-lo fazer aquele olhar fofo e sem jeito enquanto estava inclinado em sua direção recarregou as suas energias mentais exauridas. Bem, ao menos boa parte delas.

— O que você está fazendo aqui!? — seu namorado grosseiramente questionou ainda se mostrando confuso demais, mas com um largo sorriso no rosto. Ele correu para dar uma olhada bem rápida dentro de casa dando a impressão de estar conferindo algo e então saiu para se encostar na porta entreaberta, encarando-lhe, incerto.

— Do que você está falando? — Você ficou tensa tentando lembrar se de fato era terça-feira.

— Ué… mas…

Em dúvida, você não esperou por Jiro e tirou o telefone do bolso nervosamente para conferir. Ao confirmar que estava certa, aproveitou para abrir o aplicativo de mensagens à procura das conversas da última sexta, agora muito chateada por Jiro ter simplesmente se esquecido do compromisso dos dois.

— Não lembra que a gente combinou de fazer as atividades das férias hoje? — Você indagou com a mão na testa, tremendo de indignação. Erguendo o telefone na altura dos olhos coloridos do Yamada para que ele pudesse ler a mensagem, onde você confirmava o horário em que iria aparecer no dia em que ELE havia sugerido e insistido para que VOCÊ aparecesse.

— Era hoje?!? — o rapaz alto exclamou grosseiramente, tomando o telefone de suas mãos com força para olhar de perto. 

— Que dia você acha que é hoje? Me fala? — você encarou Jiro decepcionada, bom, ele sempre trocava tudo isso não era surpresa nenhuma.

Como se estivesse sufocado, ele puxou a camisa e a usou para se abanar. Jiro grunhiu alguma coisa e engoliu seco sem conseguir olhar em sua figura de pé a frente dele. 

Você arregalou os olhos, secando o abdômen meio exposto dele. Não achava que fosse presenciar algo assim tão cedo, pelo menos não antes da volta às aulas ou dos treinos do clube de futebol.

Sinceramente… Se apenas você não estivesse muito envergonhada enquanto o encarava praticamente se despir na porta de casa… Droga, você o mataria.

— …Domingo? — o garoto perguntou com a mais pura incerteza esperando do fundo do seu coração uma resposta positiva. Quando não teve resposta ele bagunçou o cabelo aparentando estar sem jeito e então lhe devolveu o telefone.

Você começou a brincar com o aparelho sem saber o que fazer com as mãos olhando para Jiro com descrença. 

— Não, hoje é terça-feira, Jiro. Dia do lançamento dos episódios de semanais daquele seu anime. — Depois de alguns segundos sem conseguir dizer nada você finalmente o respondeu apática. Era normal ficar perdido durante as férias, mas ele deveria ao menos saber que dia era aquele já que acompanhava religiosamente os lançamentos daquele shonen a um ano. Não tinha como o Yamada ter confundido uma terça. Além do mais, aquele era o dia em que vocês tinham marcado de se encontrar. 

O adolescente não disse nada, ele desviou o olhar para o lado completamente. As bochechas vermelhas demais para ser considerado apenas um sintoma do calor excessivo enquanto enfiava as mãos nos bolsos da frente da bermuda. 

Os dois apenas se encaram em silêncio por um longo momento.

— …

— …

— Confundiu os dias, não é? Não faça isso comigo de novo. — você indagou certeira, balançando a cabeça em negação. Recusando-se encarar o rosto de Jiro por um momento. Esse tipo de coisa era bem irritante.

O garoto mordeu o lábio olhando para longe.

Você levantou uma das mãos em descaso e soltou uma respiração profunda antes de chamar a atenção dele. Cansada demais para se esquentar com Jiro sendo Jiro. Não dava nem para falar nada, você sabia o que estava se metendo quando decidiu se declarar para ele.

— Então... amanhã você aparece lá em casa, tudo bem? Eu não vou mais andar esse caminho todo de bicicleta nesse calor nunca mais na minha vida. — dando meio volta ao terminar, você procurou a chave da corrente da bicicleta no bolso. Preparada para ir embora.

Nesse momento Jiro deu um passo à frente e agarrou seu ombro. A sua mão era grande e estava suada, assim como você. Nesse momento você parou bruscamente, ouriçada pelo toque quente. Então o garoto chamou seu nome para que você o encarasse. 

Jiro engasgou com as palavras diante do seu olhar curioso, ele então optou por pegar na alça da sua mochila, com medo de que você estivesse desconfortável com aquele toque suado. 

— Você vai voltar agora? — O garoto quis saber, apreensivo.

— Sim. Tenho a impressão que não cheguei em um bom momento. — você apontou para a porta.

— N-não é nada disso! Saburo só gosta de me irritar, você sabe. — Jiro respondeu repentinamente, um pouco alto demais, acenando ambas as mãos em negação. Ele estava bem nervoso agora.

Afinal, você estava na porta da casa dele naquele momento enquanto ele havia acabado de pisar na bola. Seu plano de verão perfeito já havia começado com o pé esquerdo e para piorar, tudo no que ele conseguia se concentrar agora era como você tinha um cheiro tão doce e como estava prestes a entrar em sua casa. Ele ainda não estava mmentalmente preparado para isso.

Jiro fechou os olhos com força, e, ao ignorar a culpa que sentiu por ter trocado os dias da semana a primeira coisa em que pensou foi: Saburo não estava tão errado quando dizia a todo tempo que ele era burro. Custava colocar um alarme no celular? Ele havia ficado tão focado trancado no quarto lhe preparando um presente especial que mal havia percebido os dias passarem. 

Ele queria muito te puxar para dentro de casa logo e ir para o quarto para ficar a tarde inteira conversando, assistir anime, comer alguns salgadinhos, ver um filme e poder ficar pertinho de você, só os dois. Tudo aconteceu tão rápido que ele sequer teve tempo para isso. 

A última semana de aula passou voando! Ele nem mesmo conseguiu te acompanhar até a rua de casa como costumava fazer por causa do reforço de matemática depois da aula. Além disso, parecia que seus amigos sempre te monopolizam durante os intervalos de almoço, foi um saco. Por isso ele fez todo o seu plano de verão, que começava com vocês fazendo as tarefas de férias juntos. Você iria o ajudar com as atividades e ele poderia lhe mostrar como estava se esforçando ultimamente com os estudos, e no final os dois terminariam tudo e sentariam para assitir um filme em seu notebook. Nesse momento, Jiro tomaria coragem e iria casualmente colocar a mão dele sob a sua! Aguardando pacientemente que voce relaxasse sob o toque dele para finalmente entrelaçar seu dedos juntos. Ai vocês finalmente ficariam de mãos dadas pelas primeira vez! 

Só havia algo muito importante do que Jiro estava se esquecendo, extremamente importante. Você havia ido até lá, mas como será que estava o estado do quarto dele agora? Bom, com certeza não era o lugar mais arrumado do mundo, ele planejava limpar tudo na noite seguinte caso hoje fosse mesmo domingo mas não tinha mais tempo pra isso. O pensamento lhe deu calafrios.

Aquele era um momento decisivo na vida de um casal recém formado. E, mesmo incerto sobre a impressão que passaria para a garota de quem gostava ao mostrar toda sua bagunça, o que quem sabe, poderia até mesmo chegar a custar sua relação recém estabelecida. Jiro não queria deixar a namorada ir embora daquele jeito. Andar no meio da rua naquela tarde era crueldade.

Jiro respirou fundo após tomar sua decisão, rezando para que você não quisesse terminar com ele depois de ver toda sua bagunça. Você sempre relevava todas as besteiras dele desde o dia em que se conheceram, mas ele ainda continuava temendo por coisas assim, afinal, nunca se sabe.

De todo jeito, ainda tinha a sala... Bom, Saburo provavelmente iria fazer caso apenas porque ele estava com visita, mas Jiro podia tirar o irmão mais novo dali facilmente e o carregar a força para o quarto...

Não, não. Era melhor nem tentar.

Um frio nervoso congelou o estômago do Yamada e ele empalideceu, a ideia do seu irmão mais novo cismar por alguma coisa e terminar por contar a sua namorada coisas constrangedoras sobre ele era aterrorizante. O merdinha do Saburo com certeza iria fazer algo daquele tipo se ele tentasse tirar ele dali. E mesmo que eles dividissem o cômodo, Saburo não perderia a oportunidade de provocar o irmão mais velho. Iria ser um inferno e atrapalharia tudo. O mais novo era qualquer coisa menos bobo, ele com toda certeza já havia entendido a situação quase toda, até mesmo as estrelinhas dela. Era melhor não ficar por perto agora, a bomba era fácil de explodir. 

Não que Jiro mantivesse segredos da namorada, ele nunca fez isso quando eram apenas amigos, não tinha motivos para começar agora. Era só que… bem, existem algumas coisinhas que para o bem de homem é melhor que a namorada não descubra o que ele faz. 

— Como você já veio e trouxe suas coisas a gente pode fazer as atividades hoje, que tal? — Jiro ofereceu, de repente meio pertubado tentando distanciar esses pensamentos da cabeça. Ele ergueu as duas mãos até os ombros da garota como se fosse tocar, mas não o fez. — O Ichi-nii foi conseguir um gelo picado, a gente vai fazer raspadinha. Podemos comer enquanto fazemos as atividades.— o garoto completou doce e entusiasmado sabendo que sua oferta era irresistível naquele calor.

Ele não estava muito animado para passar a tarde no quarto fazendo todas as atividades das férias. Jiro definitivamente não gostava nada de estudar, mas até mesmo essa tarefa torturante poderia se tornar algo bem interessante se ele estivesse junto com você. Jiro iria poder passar a tarde quente vendo de perto como você ficava fofa concentrada, rabiscando anotações e resolvendo exercícios. A tortura iria valer a pena. E depois vocês poderiam ficar juntos e tomar uma raspadinha!

O pensamento antecipado arrancou um sorrisinho satisfeito do menino. Com atenção ele lhe encarou e esperou uma resposta. Você passou a mão na testa limpando as gotas de suor e abanou o rosto, evitando olhar para ele. Não estava mais nem brava nem nada, era só que ele era muito fofo sorrindo assim e aquilo era demais para você. Dando uma olhadinha brevemente na bicicleta estacionada, você guardou a chave e o respondeu, sem jeito.

— Faz sentido. Eu também não acho que tenha disposição para fazer o mesmo caminho agora, apesar de que seja mais fácil por causa da descida… E uma raspadinha cairia muito bem. — sorriu.

— Não é? — Ele concordou abrindo a porta para você e esperando que entrasse na frente dele.

— Entra, é por aqui.— Jiro estendeu a mão a chamando quando você permaneceu timidamente parada do lado de fora.

— Com licença. — você engoliu seco e entrou, parando apenas para tirar os sapatos. A casa estava bem mais fresca comparado ao lado de fora então foi um alívio enorme entrar. Adentrando no lar dos Yamada, seguindo atrás de Jiro você olhava com curiosidade para todos os cantos. Moravam apenas os três irmãos, mas a casa era muito bem arrumada. Na sala você teve o vislumbre de Saburo deitado no chão, havia um ventilador ali, você o encarou e não resistiu de comentar com Jiro assim que vocês dois entraram no quarto dele e o garoto encostou a porta:

— Seu irmãozinho é muito fofo.

— Eh? Você acha isso? — Jiro parecia em choque, ele até mesmo se atrapalhou ao abrir a mesinha no centro do cômodo. 

— Sim.

O rapaz escutou a resposta franca mas não acreditou. Ele perguntou o que o pestinha do Saburo havia dito a ela na entrada para que sua namorada pensasse algo assim. O namorado se aproximou da garota inclinando-se sobre ela a obrigando a recuar um pouco para trás. Ele averiguou o rosto dela, estava levemente úmido e vermelho, mas não é como se isso significasse muita coisa, estava quente o suficiente para que fosse normal. Provavelmente os seus miolos fritaram com o sol no caminho de sua casa até a residência dos Yamada.

Comovido com a ideia dela estar super aquecendo e poder morrer ou algo assim, Jiro rapidamente toma os ombros da menina, perguntando apreensivo:

— Você está bem? Acho que todo esse sol e calor te fez mal. Não quer uma água? Chá gelado? — Ele ofereceu sério e por dentro riu da própria atitude exagerada, pois ela o encarava com olhos enormes e adoráveis. Aquilo deixava o seu coração fraco e molenga. 

Ele sem querer encarou os lábios da menina por um segundo e, usando de toda força de vontade que tinha, não se permitiu pensar em nada indevido. Jiro estava planejando o primeiro beijo a tempos, iria acontecer no final do verão, no último dia, e seria como a cena de light novel romântica ou de um mangá shoujo. Ele faria de tudo para que fosse perfeito para ela e que ela adorasse, tinha de ficar marcado e ser especial, então ele resistiu com a toda força do seu espírito contra a vontade de se aproximar nem que fosse só um pouquinho pra tocar sua boca. 

Meio assustada a garota segurou os pulsos do rapaz tentando aliviar a pressão e o empurrar para trás, Jiro estava perto demais. Ela olhou nos olhos dele mas sua atenção caiu quase automaticamente na manchinha preta bem ao lado da boca dele. Era fofo. Ela espiou a boca dele e engoliu seco, sentindo uma gota de suor escorrer pelo próprio pescoço. Ela sem querer olhou para a mandíbula do namorado, o pescoço e então clavícula e quando percebeu o que estava fazendo, com força desviou o olhar para qualquer coisa no canto. Sendo rápida em dar uma resposta a ele, levantando o dedo indicador no processo próximo ao rosto de Jiro.

— Já que você ofereceu, eu quero água gelada. Bem gelada. Tá calor aqui, né. Se não for incômodo pode trazer uma garrafa?

Ele prontamente concordou e se afastou transtornado. Aquele último momento foi… definitivamente foi algo. Eles nunca estiveram tão próximos desde o início do namoro. 

Olhares estranhos assim já aconteceram anteriormente, Jiro lembrava bem da vez que eles seguraram as mãos por mais tempo do que seria realmente necessário quando ele a ajudou a se levantar na aula de educação física ou quando ficaram em frente ao semáforo aberto voltando para casa, em silêncio apenas olhando um para o outro, mas dessa vez eles estavam… tão perto. Jiro havia se esquecido de como respirar por um segundo enquanto a segurava. Fazer o coração voltar a bater normalmente seria muito difícil. CÉUS, essa tarde seria uma provação. 

Quando Jiro se foi, você finalmente respirou com calma, ainda com os sentidos perturbados demais pra pensar coerentemente.

— E não seja exagerado, Saburo tem uma aparência muito fofa. — Se Jiro não a houvesse desconcentrado segundo atrás, você teria dito antes. Era difícil focar depois daquilo, seus sentidos pareciam estar embriagados enquanto o coração batia descontrolado no peito. Será que ainda dá para voltar para casa agora? 

Jiro estalou os dedos como se lembrasse de algo de repente e pontuou, todo mole e gaguejando:

— Você tinha de ver quando ele era bem pequeno. Ele me tratava como irmão mais velho e tudo mais! Não era um chato metido a inteligente. Era mais fofo ainda! Ele detesta quando eu falo disso. Tenho certeza que tem algumas fotos em algum lugar aqui.

— Fotos? — você perguntou contendo o riso devido a postura boba do Yamada.

— Você quer ver? — ele questionou ficando sério novamente, Jiro tinha de perguntar para Ichiro onde os álbuns da época do orfanato estavam guardados por que ele não fazia a mínima ideia.

— Sim, quando terminarmos. — ela assentiu com um sorriso, colocou a mão no queixo e franziu o cenho olhando para o garoto em sua frente de cima a baixo. 

— O que foi? — curioso, Jiro perguntou.

Ela fechou os olhos séria e contemplou assentindo:

— Mm, acho que você devia ser uma gracinha também quando era criança. Ainda é. — Ela riu, dando tapinhas na cabeça dele como se Jiro fosse um filhote.

— E-EU? — o Yamada engasgou, seu coração acelerou novamente e ele encarou o chão com um jeitinho bobo e acanhado, pedindo para que a namorada sentasse e saindo do quarto depressa.

Você fez como indicado. Deixando a mochila ao lado da mesa, arrumou os cadernos e aguardou. Aproveitando o tempinho sozinha para dar uma olhada comprida no quarto de Jiro. Não era tão cheio nem tão grande. Alguns mangás estavam empilhados no canto, pôsteres de anime, de músicos e bandas conhecidas adornavam as paredes, também tinham algumas figures espalhadas decorando o quarto aqui e ali.

Coisas de música que você não sabia bem qual era a função estavam espalhados pela cama e chão. Alguns instrumentos nas paredes do cômodo também lhe captaram a atenção; encostado a cama havia um notebook com um programa aberto, fones grandes logo ao lado e junto de uma caixa de som pequena estava sua guitarra conectada. Você chegou mais perto para dar uma olhada no que ele estava fazendo e sentiu tentada a pôr a mão, mas resistiu com força. Tinha algumas coisas marcadas em uma folha, era uma espécie de partitura incompleta. Será que ele estava compondo uma música? O pensamento lhe deixou muito admirada. 

Sabia que Jiro era muito bom com o instrumento barulhento e fez anotação mental de pedir para que ele tocasse algo para que escutasse qualquer dia. 

Ele não demorou em voltar e encostou a porta mais uma vez depois de entrar. Sem jeito, vendo que você mexia nas coisas, Jiro quase tropeçou enquanto corria para catar tudo e deixar em cima da cama. Envergonhado. 

Você ainda não sabia, mas ele estava trabalhando em uma surpresa. Era bobo e ele não queria que você risse dele, então Jiro tratou de guardar tudo o mais rápido possível. 

Você aceitou o copo de água fria e bebeu logo de uma vez, envergonhada pelo namorado te-la pego fuçando em suas coisas pessoais. Assim, para disfarçar, pegou logo o caderno e sinalizou que era melhor começarem com as atividades.

Jiro sentou-se bem ao seu lado. Você corou, nada naquilo parecia bem real. 

Dias atrás, você estava atrás dele como um cachorrinho, acompanhando o garoto pela escola e assistindo seus treinos no clube de futebol enquanto não percebe que ele está fazendo o mesmo. Então, você finalmente decide que vai falar com ele sobre seus sentimentos e ele aceita tudo tão feliz que chora. E aí você está namorando com seu idiota favorito e vocês então sozinhos no quarto dele em um dia tão quente quanto o inferno. Era muito pra acompanhar. E para piorar, você não conseguia se concentrar. 

Você o observou de canto, enquanto fugia das questões de literatura. O tempo parecia não passar. Jiro franzia a testa, provavelmente muito confuso com a leitura de alguma palavra na atividade e você apenas prestava atenção em sua fisionomia pensativa e em seu bico preocupado. Talvez fosse culpa da quantidade de mangás shoujo que andava lendo nos últimos tempos, mas tudo o que você queria agora era saber qual seria a sensação de um beijo dele. Quem diria que essa ideia de estudar fosse mesmo uma grande furada.

— Ahhh, está tão quente hoje. — foi tudo o que você pensou em comentar, enquanto bebia mais água e colocava a garrafa perto de si. Procurando uma forma de dissipar esses pensamentos.

— P-pode apostar. — Jiro sentado ao lado respondeu, não muito diferente de você agora. Ansioso por estar tão perto, as bochechas coradas enquanto ele prestava mais atenção do que realmente deveria em seu joelho tocando na perna dele. Ele respirou fundo e não demorou em seguir o exemplo em beber um copo de água fria. Ele tinha que ser legal agora se não seu plano perfeito estaria estragado no primeiro dia. 

Jiro tentou pensar em Ichiro, em como ele provavelmente não teria problema com essa situação, como ele estava tendo agora e se sentiu mais determinado em resistir. Mesmo quando todo toque e roçar de ombros o lembrava de como ele queria abraçar você e beijar todo seu rosto. 

E falando em Ichiro, Jiro também queria muito poder finalmente apresentar você ao irmão mais velho. Iria ser uma surpresa para Ichiro, ele queria contar para o irmão sobre você o mais rápido possível, pois com seus conselhos ele finalmente havia conseguido que você o aceitasse como namorado! (mais ou menos, já que você quem havia tomado a iniciativa e confessado, mas ele estava prestes a fazer isso corretamente! Jiro apenas estava se preparando mentalmnete primeiro).

Infelizmente, as coisas não poderiam ser como ele havia planejado, já que com você na casa dele não teria como passar despercebido pelo irmão mais velho. Sendo assim, ele se pegou distraído, pensando em como faria para apresenta-lá corretamente a família de uma forma legal e memorável.

— Ei, Saburo, quem está aqui? — Ichiro perguntou curioso depois de ser recebido pelo seu irmão mais novo quando voltou para casa. No hall de entrada havia um par de tênis o qual ele não reconhecia.

O menino estava animado com as raspadinhas e queria decidir logo qual sabor. Ele deixou o livro dela de lado e foi até o irmão em busca de sua atenção, respondendo sua pergunta muito rápida e casualmente, querendo logo saber do refresco doce. 

— Uma garota veio visitar o Jiro. — essa foi a resposta de Saburo. Ele queria aproveitar que o irmão mais velho bobo estava trancado no quarto com você, assim, seria fácil de passar um tempo com Ichiro e ter a atenção só pra ele. Os dois finalmente poderiam jogar seu novo jogo de tabuleiro juntos!

— Ah sim, entendi você pode avisar ele que... Espera! Uma garota?! — ichiro se atrapalhou com o gelo picado que estava carregando e arregalou seus olhos encarando o irmão menor em confusão quando registrou o que ele havia falado.

Saburo deu de ombros com o mais puro desinteresse a respeito disso e apenas sentiu a necessidade de completar para poder esclarecer a Ichiro, mas só porque se tratava dele.

— Sim, ela apareceu aqui pouco depois que você saiu, Aniki. 

— Entendi… Saburo, você sabe o que eles estão fazendo agora? — Ichiro perguntou ainda meio espantado. Ele recordava bem de como o irmão mais novo andava muito sorridente para a tela do telefone nos últimos tempos.

Além disso, não muito tempo atrás Jiro havia chegado até ele constrangido, em busca de uma ou outra palavra útil para a situação de um amigo de um amigo dele que estava a fim de uma garota... Mas ichiro não sabia que tudo estava tão adiantado assim. Por um segundo o irmão mais velho se sentiu preocupado e realmente bem velho, apesar de mal ter vinte anos de idade.

— Não sei. Provavelmente estão fazendo alguma tolice juntos. Eles parecem ser bem parecidos. Já temos o gelo picado, podemos colocar xarope e ir! Vamos Nii-san? Está muito quente. — Saburo reclamou.

O menino tentou mudar de assunto, não era como se ele se importasse com o que seu outro irmão fazia ou com quem estava, não enquanto não fizessem algo que devesse respeito a ele, mas como seu irmãos mais velho, o respeitado, parecia ainda confuso e preocupado o garoto resolveu explicar tudo.

— Ah nii-san, não fique com essa cara preocupada. Ela estava com uma mochila e eu ouvi algo sobre as tarefas de férias enquanto eles estavam na porta. Vamos comer! Depois podemos jogar meu novo jogo de tabuleiro juntos também! — sem dar mais importância a tudo aquilo o Saburo foi para a cozinha ansioso pelas raspadinhas.

— A-a.. claro, claro! Atividade de férias... — Ichiro riu e coçou a bochecha com o indicador, indo até a cozinha também para preparar as raspadinhas com Saburo o quanto antes. 

Para ser bem sincero, ele também estava curioso agora. Levar lanches seria uma ótima desculpa para dar uma olhada no quarto, não porque ele queria bisbilhotar ou qualquer coisa assim, mas apenas porque ele estava preocupado com o que os dois podiam estar fazendo, afinal ele também era um adolescente e sabia bem como eles podiam se sentir com todos os seus hormônios louco. Era só um irmão mais velho sendo um irmão mais velho atencioso que olha pelo seu irmãozinho e um grande curioso que se sentia traído por não estar por dentro dos assuntos românticos do irmão mais novo. Jiro o pagaria por isso.

Ichiro entrou no cômodo, deu uma olhada comprida em Saburo também e pensou em Jiro. Era estranho, ele ainda os via como crianças pequenas, como anos atrás. Mas esses garotos já estavam ficando mesmo bem grandes e estava acontecendo muito mais rápido do que ele gostaria de admitir, afinal ele também estava ficando mais velho. Talvez logo saburo estaria fazendo o mesmo.

Ichiro se sentiu preocupado e feliz por isso, poder acompanhar os irmãos e vê-los crescer era algo muito bom. Eles estavam felizes, mas ao mesmo tempo o fato deles estarem crescendo tão rápido diante de seus olhos deixava um buraco no coração.

Ele respirou fundo e só voltou dos devaneios quando saburo lhe chamou a atenção, ternamente Ichiro afagou a cabeça do menino que murmurou alguma coisa sem jeito, mas apreciou o gesto do irmão mais velho. Feliz em poder monopolizar toda sua atenção enquanto o outro estava ocupado namorando lá no quarto.

Ichiro estava feliz, seus irmãos também, eles estavam crescendo e isso era uma prova de que ele estava no caminho certo e havia feito boas escolhas. Definitivamente.

O lugar é o quarto de Jiro. 

E você havia desistido das atividades cerca de meia hora atrás. Não parecia chegar a lugar nenhum com a resolução das questões e tudo parecia progredir muito lentamente. Talvez o calor apenas estivesse lhe deixando mais lenta que o comum. A música que havia começado a tocar baixinho no seu celular toma conta dos seus sentidos e você cantarola enquanto gira o apontador em volta do lápis. 

A ideia de uma playlist de estudos não foi tão mal. Você observa Jiro anotar algumas coisas em seu caderno, ele parece estar em uma situação melhor. Pois pelo menos continua fazendo alguma coisa e sendo realmente produtivo em seus deveres, isso faz com que você sorria.

Então, lhe surpreendendo, ele geme desconcertado esfregando uma borracha na folha e joga a cabeça na mesa, deitando em cima do caderno.

— Não entendo um por cento dessa droga.

— Não xingue a tarefa. — Você ri dele. Decidindo tentar colocar o cérebro para funcionar, pois pelo menos assim sua mente estaria menos sobrecarregada de pensamentos inúteis como: será que ele havia chamado você para realmente fazer as tarefas? Se sim, por que a porta estava encostada e ele estava tão perto? Será que ele queria beijar você? Você com certeza queria o beijar. Seria bom? Ele iria a abraçar e tocar gentilmente sua cintura como o protaginista de um livro de romace? Quando vocês iriam poder comer as raspadinhas? 

Olhando atentamente para Jiro, você balança de um lado para o outro e tebta dissipar os pensamentos. Apontando para ele com o lápis. Questiona:

— O que você não está entendendo? — Jiro tentou olhar os livros e anotações abertos para se localizar, mas ele rapidamente desistiu com um gemido alto e levou as duas mãos até a cabeça como se estivesse farto. 

— Não dá, eu não aguento mais isso. Você sabe como eu sou muito burro. — Ele choraminga envergonhado. havia se concentrado ao máximo nas atividades para tentar esquecer como você estava tão pertinho dele assim, mas tinha exagerado na dose pois agora parecia que seu cérebro estava em curto circuito. Ele ergueu os olhos apenas para olhar para você e quando identificou que você olhava de volta, Jiro desviou o olhar com a cara amarrada. Se não o conhecesse bem, ele te enganaria com aquele olhar de mal. 

Você sorri, acariciando a cabeça dele e chega a se arrepiar quando sente ele estremecer sob seu toque. 

Sem jeito, você pega o cabelo dele que está caindo na frente dos olhos e coloca atrás da orelha. — Você não é burro, não gosto quando fala assim de si mesmo. Você apenas não deve está tentando fazer a questão da forma mais eficiente. Vamos, eu vou te ajudar. 

— Tudo bem, então, me mostre como eu posso resolver isso. — Jiro relutantemente levantou a cabeça do caderno e você se aproximou mais para dar uma olhada na questão de cálculo pela metade. Colocando-se entre ele o caderno, agora verdadeiramente perto. 

Apenas passando o braço em sua frente, Jiro seria capaz de lhe abraçar. Ele engoliu seco e tentou não se mover, mas foi mais forte que ele. Seu braço lhe envolveu enquanto ele se curvava para ficar mais perto da sua figura ao mesmo tempo em que você explica para ele o raciocínio por trás da questão. Ele nota como o gesto faz com que você vacile e se perca na explicação, mas termina convencendo a si mesmo que era apenas para te ouvir melhor e que um abraço não devia ser nada demais. 

Infelizmente, era muito difícil manter o foco enquanto ele lhe abraçava assim. Você quase tremeu, mesmo com o calor que fazia no dia. A pele dele na sua chegava a dar um choque gostoso com todo o contato.

— Então aqui, a resposta seria correta seria essa? — Jiro perguntou, com dúvida enquanto escrevia o conjunto de números e montava o cálculo. Quando você assentiu desconcertada, ele sorriu feliz por ter acertado e a abraçou com mais força, envolvendo frouxamente ambos os bracos em volta de você.

— Você é realmente uma nerdona. — ele caçoou, rindo e então murmurou alguma coisa sobre a próxima questão. Você automaticamente comentou que era o mesmo processo, mas tudo que conseguia ouvir de verdade agora eram as batidas rápidas do coração dele e a melodia da música de fundo. 

Jiro notou seu silêncio e estranhou. Inconscientemente a apertou com mais força em seus braços. — Ei, está tudo bem? — Ele perguntou, preocupado.

Você olhou para aqueles olhos coloridos e quase se sentiu tonta, âmbar e verde eram suas novas cores favoritas no mundo. Como Jiro podia ser tão bonito e tão bobo? Ele realmente não sabia o que estava fazendo ou só estava brincando com você e aquela foi sua intenção desde o início? Você se encolhe quando ele ergue uma mão para arrumar o seu cabelo. Permanecer em silêncio parece ser a única opção viável naquele momento em que as palavras fogem completamente de sua boca e de sua mente.

Tudo em que você sabe se concentrar é em Jiro encarando você com preocupação e em como a manchinha que ele tem ao lado da boca é extremamente fofa e beijável. você não sabe o que se passa pela cabeça dele, mas engole seco quando um pensamento atrevido cruza sua mente.

Gostar de Jiro por um longo tempo como um amigo sem poder estar junto com ele sonhando acordada com esse momento era terrível. Ser abraçada dessa forma era tão gostoso! Mesmo em meio a um dia quente, havia pouco tempo de namoro, mas você queria mais. Se pudesse, gostaria de estar ali para sempre.

— Jiro… Posso beijar você? — Você pede, sai tão baixinho que é quase como um sussurro.

Surpreendido pelas palavras inesperadas, Jiro coçou o rosto com o dedo indicador e desviou o olhar. Ele queria tanto que chegava a sonhar com um pedido como aquele quando deitava para dormir. Ele engasgou com as palavras na hora de dar uma resposta. Jiro tentava lutar com todas as suas forças para resistir e realizar o plano perfeito que havia bolado, mas quando você colocou as mãos no peito dele e o encarou com aqueles olhos brilhantes o garoto não teve mais forças para resistir e se deu completamente por vencido, segurando você com força em seu abraço.

— Você não precisa pedir. — ele murmurou sem jeito. 

Sem bem saber o que fazer, Jiro apenas fechou os olhos e se inclinou com cuidado em sua direção. Percebendo o que viria a seguir você fechou os olhos também e se aproximou. era como se um imã estivesse os atraindo na direção um do outro. Você sentiu Jiro segurar seu queixo, ele tinha muito cuidado e suavidade em suas ações, o toque leve no rosto fazia a pele formigar ansiosa. 

Então aconteceu. Seus lábios se encontraram pela primeira vez. Foi tão leve e suave. Para Jiro beijar você era o mesmo que beijar um pedaço de algodão doce macio. Você agarrou a camisa dele com força, extasiada com a sensação de sua boca quente junto com a sua. Seu coração batia tão forte que parecia que ia sair pela boca a qualquer segundo. 

Infelizmente foi rápido e logo vocês estavam um de frente para o outro em silêncio com os rostos corados, felizes e tímidos. Foi uma sensação viciante.

— Vamos continuar estudando. — Jiro gagueja, encarando o chão como se fosse algo interessante. Ele não consegue conter o sorriso feliz e abobado que brota em seus lábios. Você não é muito diferente. Dessa forma, solta uma risadinha contida e o abraça com força. 

A mão de Jiro está na sua, ainda segurando o lápis. Elas se sobrepõem de forma confortável. Vocês fingem prestar atenção nas atividades na mesa por alguns segundos, antes de se voltarem de frente um para o outro. Jiro murmura o início de uma palavra, talvez esteja pedindo desculpas, ou comentando sobre a questão mais uma vez, quem sabe.

Mas você não deixa que ele termine e o beija novamente. Dessa vez, o experimento é diferente, suas bocas se encaixam levemente abertas. É suave, quente e gostoso. Os movimentos são muito experimentais e cheios de cuidado.

É muito bom. Apesar de um pouco estranho também. 

Você quer estar mais próxima dele, tanto quanto seja possível. Apesar dele a abraçar, a pouca distância ainda não parece ser suficiente. Você tebta respirar e sente tonta, com falta de ar por toda a comoção. Sua pele é sensível aos toque de Jiro por cima de sua blusa, você sente as mãos dele nervosamente descerem até seus quadris para descansar sob o local. 

O gesto arrabca um guincho surpreso de seus lábios, mas ele morre na boca de Jiro. Você serpenteia lentamente até ficar confortável no colo dele, em respota Jiro aperta o seu quadril com força demonstrando toda sua surpresa. A sensação é boa para ambos. Mas infelizmente, toma muita atenção dos dois que não escutam passos propositalmente ruidosos se aproximando do quarto.

Ichiro está particularmente curioso, tanto que tomou a decisão de ir até o quarto de Jiro levar raspadinha. Havia dois copos com ele. O mais velho podia apenas chamar, mas “não queria interromper os estudos do irmão gritando da cozinha” e inclusive, planejava entrar no quarto dando essa explicação aos adolescentes. 

Enquanto subia, ele tentou imaginar que tipo de pessoa era a garota que o irmão havia convidado. Talvez Jiro estivesse testando águas ou algo do tipo, tentando conquistar a menina a trazendo para casa para fazer as atividades. Talvez quisesse parecer responsável ou algo assim. Afinal, ele não chegaria a namorar sem contar para ele, certo? E como um irmão legal Ichirp iria o ajudar a parecer um cara maneiro. A raspadinha nesse clima quente seria uma boa jogada, ele refletiu. 

Chegando na porta, ele pensou em algo para falar que não entregasse que ele estava subindo apenas para interromper e ser curioso. Ele riu sozinho e quase derrubou o que trazia quando teve um vislumbre da porta totalmente encostada.

Ichiro sentiu um arrepio e um mal pressentimento. O que dois adolescentes podem fazer em um quarto trancados? O Yamada mais velho tentou se aproximar para ouvir alguma coisa mas não identificou som algum além de uma música tocando, e aquilo o preocupou ainda mais. 

Afinal duvidava que o irmão soubesse como se cuidar da forma correta. 

Sem mais delongas e sem graça por estar fazendo aquilo, ainda esperançoso na ideia de encontrar o irmão apenas estudando. Ichiro tentou se recompor e abriu a porta meio ansioso, esquecendo-se de bater. Pelo menos não estava trancada.

— Hey, Jiro! Saburo me falou que você estava com visita, eu trouxe- — Ichiro começou, mas logo quando seus olhos avistaram o irmão no quarto ele congelou sem saber como continuar.

— Aniki!? — Jiro exclamou congelando, pálido e assustado, tal como se tivesse sido pego cometendo um crime enquanto encarava o irmão. 

Ao registrar a voz estranha no quarto você empurra o namorado que tenta lhe segurar com força e os dois acabam caindo no chão no quarto.

Você se afasta do namorado imediatamente, encarando o chão e procurando se esconder. Se pudesse entrar embaixo da mesa o teria feito. Seus olhos encontraram com os de Jiro no mais completo pânico e vocês dois inevitavelmente encaram Ichiro que não está menos assustado. Ele então, sem palavras, apenas fecha a porta devagar e ruidosamente muito pertubardo.

Após o flagra, você e seu namordo se encaram em um silêncio mortal. 

Então, após finalmente relaxarem do trauma terrível apenas caem na risada, inicialmente de uma forma nervosa, mas então ela se torna tão alegre e genuína que após alguns minutos vocês não sabem mais do que estão rindo, deitados no chão como dois bobos. 

Que tarde, heim?

[magicunderstandsmyaddiction]

why is izujirou kinda....

i started rereading a fic from last summer (https://archiveofourown.org/works/47999842/chapters/121025764) and i just remebered how much i love them!!!!

ygs should read it its so cute i love it

[nikkop123]

Brawlhalla Jaeyun x Jiro (FF)

6 months, 2 days, 3 hours and 14 seconds.

Make that 18. That's how long Jiro and Jaeyun have been dating.

The shadows were counting, and thats a good sign. Jiro found themselves to be much of the quiet, apathetic type, but that was always challenged somehow. Whether it be from the kids they help take care of at the orphanage, or his friends. Usually, he does pretty well with making sure people don't see through the mask, but someone could pierce this. Someone they'd let take off his headband. And no one touches Jiro's headband. Jiro knew Jaeyun was something else. Something, no, someone, special. On a normal day, Jiro could just ignore everything and continue his facade of his usual quiet and dark image. After all, it's to protect themselves from being hurt emotionally again. Jiro's sure they've have enough of that. Quite recently, they noticed Jaeyun had been pretty observant with them lately, and it was getting hard to ignore! But maybe Jaeyun was being too perceptive. It could just be Jiro's mind, but for some reason he can't stop thinking the worst. And what's worse, Jiro wasn't sure if it was infatuation or just pure pity sometimes.

" Jiro, you can say it. I'm you're boyfriend. There's obviously something on your mind. " The sellsword stood and walked over to the assassin, frowning with his eyes.

Speak of the gods.

" Is something wrong? "

Jaeyun really was a sweet guy, so Jiro knew he meant it. He always encouraged Jiro to talk to him about anything. That's his job. To comfort him. And he'll do anything to make sure he's okay. Jiro knows this. He has to. They're lovers of course, so that has to be reiterated.

" We think we're sick. "

" Sick? "

" Yeah. "

Jaeyun giggled with an hearty expression, smiling at how cute his partner really was. This is why they've been so quiet? Why they didn't feel like eating something earlier? Even though they had all day to rest, after tournaments, matches, sparring, and daily training?

" I-I mean it! I feel sick, and my head hurts! " The shadow-user groaned, pushing Jaeyun back a bit softly, glaring at him with a angry stare.

" My body gets all flushed all of a sudden, my mouth gets dry, my hands get all sweaty, and I just can't get you out of my head! " He grimaced, fangs baring slightly at the amidst boy. Jaeyun couldn't help but giggle. This was adorable. Not only did Jiro think 'this' is what being sick must feel like, he didn't think it was a bad thing that he was running through his mind all day.

" That's not a fever Jiro, it's love. L-O-V-E. " He snickered, brushing his boyfriend's bangs out and away from his eyes. Jiro grimaced, baring their fangs at their lover for his playful attitude. They didn't want to admit it, but they did find Jaeyun cute at times like this.

Before Jaeyun could spout more nonsense, the shadow-wielder decided to keep up the tough visage.

" Shadows don't fall in love. Shadows don't listen to idiots about their opinions either! " Jiro grunted, flicking Jaeyun's head as softly as he could, a faint blush spreading across his own scar and face.

" Hah " The mercenary sighed, grabbing Jiro's free hand. He was met with a deathly gaze, but Jaeyun knew all too well that Jiro was just shy.

" Well, whatever Jiro. " Jaeyun giggled, holding his boyfriend close. " Guess I'll go to Funky Fries all by myself~ " He teased, wanting to see Jiro's reaction.

Giving in with a kiss and a smirk, Jiro agreed to eat and rest for the end of the day. They couldn't help but think maybe things might be okay. Jiro wouldn't admit it, but they enjoyed being held. They liked the forehead kisses. They enjoy the tummy pokes and long talks.

But you didn't hear that from me.

[athynathens]

this burning sensation

“This type of love has inflicted you pain so many times yet why you still looking for love?”

PAIRING. Bakugo Katsuki x You/Reader

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This takes place in the Boku No Hero Academia universe. No quirks have been stated here. This is purely a oneshot about Bakugo being a firefighter.

SYNOPSIS. Bakugo Katsuki is a firefighter who captured the hearts of many with his burning gaze. He does not sugarcoat his playboy demeanor, choosing to play around girls like a boy playing with matchsticks. He is quite skilled in maintaining the fire he needs. However, meeting you triggered his own fire to grow hotter and stronger. For the first time in his life, he does not know how to handle this very burning sensation.

WARNINGS. Minors dni, kinda angsty such as bakugo being a redflag and a dick (but a happy ending)

AUTHOR’S NOTES. Hiiii im back from university frl. Srry for not updatingggg!! Balancing my med life with this was rlly not possible so i had to wait for break. I’ll try my best to update as much as a i can before my second sem starts!! Thank you for your patience!!

TAGS. @professionalreblogger @ch3rryjampi3 @yaygerist @dragonscribble. Comment down if you wish to be tagged!

FIREFIGHTERS aid to those who have been in a fire accident. That was their primary purpose. However, you do not recall that their other objective was placing a burning sensation on your cheeks. Those rugged and buffy men be flexing them muscles while saving shit.

Before saving lives, they should learn how to save hearts, for real.

These desireable feelings began with Bakugo Katsuki. This man became the reason of the burning sensation on your cheeks.

You met this man in a rather unexpected way.

Uraraka, a friend from one of your part time jobs, had a get together with her highschool friends on an Ocean Park. It’s quite funny since one of your part time jobs is in this park. However, she’s clueless whether or not you’re working today.

— But it turns out you are.

“A mermaid show?” Kaminari reads. “Wait! There are mermaids here?!?”

Uraraka giggles and nods, “Yep!! One of my friends works as a mermaid who swims inside the tanks with the fishes!! Although, I am not sure if she’s on duty right now…that woman has other jobs after all!!”

“Does she swim with sharks?” Kaminari had to ask, but ended up getting hit in the head by Jiro.

“I heard she does!! She was trained after all!!” Uraraka replied.

“Damn, mama. Ya for real?” Sero asked, placing both hands on his pockets as he watched fishes swam from the glass.

The brunette nods her head again. “Yep!! I watched her once!! You know, she even had to dye her hair white-ish silver for this role since the color reflects better when she’s in water!!”

“Aye? Ya heard that Bakugo? A mermaid! Here in this Ocean Park! Can you believe that?” Kirishima called out his friend from a far.

Bakugo Katsuki walked towards them with his hands on his pockets. His compression shirt hugged his pecs and small waist perfectly, emphasizing his veiny arms as he flexed them. The scars and bruises on his arms added to his intimidatingly hot demeanor.

Bakugo scoffed, “I ‘ont get the damn hype. It’s a damn human with tails — a fake fucking tail.”

Kirishima chuckled, placing his buffed arm around his shoulder. He joked how uptight his friend can be. Kaminari and Sero joined in this joke. It ended up a loud explosion of anger from the blond.

“Ochako-chan,” Asui spoke with her index finger near her mouth. “Where should we go next before Bakugo attracts more people with his shouting?”

Uraraka looked behind Asui to only see the boys crowding one another, laughing and joking about boy stuff. Then, the girls looked to their side to see a bunch of girls giggling and smiling at the boys.

Momo sighed, “Tsuyu-chan, I don’t think it’s Bakugo’s shouting is what’s attracting them…”

“Yep. It’s their damn good looks that’s attracting those girls. Is this what it means to be a firefighter?” Jiro jokes, taking a bite of a fry from Momo’s hand.

“Boi. Can’t blame them! Have you seen my man?” Mina creates love simp eyes on her boyfriend, Kirishima. She stared at his huge biceps and thick thighs.

“Ew! Stop undressing your boyfriend in front of us!” Uraraka retorts, creating fake gagging noises.

“Shut yo ass up! I know you are drooling over your broccoli over there!” Mina teases, gesturing at a certain green-haired who is calming down an intense-looking Bakugo at the moment.

She flinched, a sudden redness arose from her cheeks and stuttered, “Shut u—”

She stopped talking when Uraraka heard the glass behind her tapping. The brunette looked behind to see you smiling at her. You had your mermaid outfit on, it was complete with sea shells and pearls.

Uraraka’s eyes brightened in excitement and screamed your name, gaining the attention of her highschool friends. The brunette jumped and waved upon seeing your figure in the water.

“Guys! This is the friend I told you about!!” Uraraka introduced happily.

You looked over to see side to see a lot of people. You heard of Uraraka’s high school friends, she loved talking about them during breaks. You never anticipated that you’ll meet them right here and right now while you’re in water. Most of them were smiling and waving at you. Therefore, you returned their kind gesture with gratitude.

Bakugo Katsuki thought you look ethereal. He thought he saw a goddess in the waters of chlorine. The way your hair is spread out in the water, the way your tail compliments the silver hair you have, the way the light reflects beautifully on your hair, the way your skin looks so exquisite like ambrosia.

His eyes travelled up to your face, analyzing it like a math problem. The smile plastered on your face made his stomach feel things, which was a weird feeling for him.

He had a history of flings here and there, but never did he had this tingling feeling on his stomach.

“Gettin’ attracted to this beautiful woman, I see?” Sero teases, siding his eyes to see his composure.

“Mind your own damn business,” He retorted, clicking his tongue.

Sero only grinned, loving this new side of his friend. It’s legit not like everyday someone as proud and cocky like Bakugo to get infatuated by a girl in fake tails.

Uraraka did charades with her body, trying to ask your time out. You placed 10 fingers out, illustrating that you’ll be done at 10am then you’re free. Today’s not hectic for her actually. This mermaid show is the only job she has for the day.

The brunette clapped her hands while jumping, and she pointed at the area where the jelly fishes are, indicating that they’ll be exploring that place first. You gave her a thumbs up then breathe out, causing bubbles to form and created a heart.

She giggled, waving you a goodbye as you swam to the opposite side to greet other guests through the glass.

“Damn, Uraraka! You’ve got a hot friend! If I wasn’t dating Eijiro, sure as hell will I date her!” Mina giggled, causing Kirishima to pout at her comment. The pink-haired noticed and console her beloved with kisses and hugs, causing Bakugo to roll his eyes at this lovestruck moment.

The group walked across the jellyfish section, admiring each sea creature. The couples in the group were laughing and holding each other while pointing at the jellyfishes. The only single ones are Iida, Sero and Bakugo. This trio stuck together, being third wheels with the couples.

At first, Bakugo wanted to leave, but after seeing such an ethereal creature before his eyes; that gave him a reason to stay.

“So,” Sero began talking. “You and Miss Mermaid, aye?”

The blond rolled his eyes, “What about her?”

Iida karate-chop his arm towards Bakugo, pointing at him completely. “We saw how you looked at her!! There’s nothing wrong with being attracted to someone of the opposite sex! You should ask her out!”

“I don’t do relationships, and yall know that shit,” Bakugo scoffed, pushing Iida’s hand away.

Sero leaned forward a bit to punch his chest and said, “That’s what that red hunk said too,” He gestured at Kirishima, who has his buffy arms around Mina’s shoulders. “Yet, he’s such a simp for Mina right now.”

The blond was about to mention something till he heard such an alluring voice coming from behind. He snapped his head back to see you running towards them with a smile. His stomach dropped, seeing you in such a big jacket that emphasized your small frame. Your legs were bare in front of him, and he doesn’t even notice you have shorts thanks to the length of this jacket.

“Goodness! Your hair is still wet!!” Uraraka ran towards you with concern.

“Nah! That’s fine!!” You replied, reassuring her that this is fine.

The brunette grabbed your wrists, bringing you closer to the group. She introduced her boyfriend first, Midoriya Izuku. Then, she introduced her girl friends, who excitedly commented about how pretty you looked in the water. Lastly are the boys. She introduced these tall and intimidating-looking men to you.

You were a bit scared since their height can make your neck hurt — or maybe you were just really tiny…

Uraraka then brought you to the last person in the group. You looked up to see sharp eyes staring down at you. Your body flinched a bit with his gaze. As the brunette was introducing you to this blond, you had to fondle your fingers together while looking at the ground.

“Name’s Bakugo Katsuki,” He suddenly spoke, beating Uraraka to his introduction.

You bowed slightly, acknowledging his presence while keeping your head down. He isn’t exactly a new person to you. Him and his friends are pretty famous in the neighborhood.

Uraraka stared at you then at him then at you again. The latter got the picture so she giggled teasingly, catching your attention.

“What?” You asked, curious to why she’s suddenly laughing.

“Nothing,” She shook her head while giggling.

You were about to speak when she wrapped her arms around your arm, tugging you closer to her. You had a feeling she’s trying to change the subject, but she just keeps giggling and pulling you around.

You managed to look behind to only see the boys swarming around Bakugo, giving him a high-five and such. Your heart fluttered when his mouth turned into a sexy grin, such cockiness would usually turn you off, but with him? It makes your cheeks have that burning sensation.

His eyes suddenly snapped towards you. Holy shit. He caught you staring. You immediately snapped your head forward, trying to walk faster and away from him.

As the day goes by, the group toured around the Ocean Park. Some even got to tryout the scuba diving section in this park while others got to pet penguins and such. They did all the fun things presented by the park.

It was all fun and games to those people, but to you? It was a tiring experience.

The reason? Well, it’s simple really…it’s Bakugo frickin’ Katsuki.

Everywhere you go, his eyes follows. You can see his red orbs just staring at you through the glass while you watch fishes swim around. You would also side glance to see him gazing at you again.

As the sun begins to disappear from the sky, the group had to separate their ways. However, the funny thing is that Uraraka was supposed to bring you home, but she excused herself quite quickly and asked Bakugo to bring you home. This seemed way planned since she giggled loudly, almost as if she’s teasing me with something that not yet happened.

D-Did she just leave me with this hottie? You sweat, seeing her figure getting smaller and smaller from the distance.

“U-Um…you don’t have to bring me home…I can just take the train…” You stuttered, still not looking at him due to shyness.

He finally spoke. “You have a habit of not looking at people or sumthing, Shrimpy?”

You gulped, “U-Um…sorry…i-it’s just..umm…” How the fuck do you say that the reason why you can’t look at him is cause he’s too fucking hot for you. His presence alone is already making you shy.

Bakugo chuckled, “Got it, Shrimpy. C’mon my ride’s just here.”

He began walking while twirling his keys with his index finger and his other hand on his pocket. You followed him till he reached his car. As soon as he unlocked his car, he opened the door for you. This small action made your heart flutter once more.

His large frame suddenly leaned forward to put your seatbelt on. Your heart dropped, seeing how close he is to your own body.

As he retracted from your body, his fingers traced your thighs. You flinched, not knowing if he’s doing this on purpose or by accident. Your throat released a big gulp, subconsciously crossing your legs and holding the strap of belt.

When he entered the car, he began driving to the destination. Holy fucking fuck. He’s driving with one hand while the other’s in the hand gear shift. You fondled with the strap again as you gazed upon his hand on the wheel. Each time he turns, you watched the veins on his hands just popped out.

“Nice digs…” You complimented his car, trying to strike a conversation to get rid of this awkward fucking silence. And well to be honest, you just want to hear his sexy voice.

He grinned, switching the position of his hands on the wheels. “You sure know how to fucking compliment a man.” His reply made you blush once more, reddening your cheeks more.

“So where ‘m taking ya, Shrimpy?”

“U-Umm…to XXX-XXX…please.”

His eyebrow arched, remembering that area recently got into a fire accident. He was a part of that mission, and he vaguely recalled that experience. It was pretty hectic and dangerous, the most dangerous he has ever experienced. He even thought he was gonna die while saving the citizens inside.

“You ought to be careful there. I recently rescued people from a fire accident around your area, ya hear me?”

Your head snapped towards him, he finally caught your attention. “Rescue..? You’re a firefighter, right?”

He scoffed playfully, “What gave that shit away?”

“I actually saw you once in action! The building was literally collapsing yet you managed to carried out 5 people on your back!!” You replied with such amazement, recalling how brave and heroic he looked when he exited the building.

Now this piqued his interest. “Ho? You saw me once, huh?”

You can only nod excitingly. You rambled — well more on praised his heroic performance since you only saw that type of shit in TV. Experiencing an event like that in real life just makes the experience a whole lot better. Your respect for firefighters just deepened since it must be very hard walking onto those flames to save people.

“How do you do it?” You had to ask, curious with his lifestyle as a firefighter. He only stayed silent, not sure what you were implying.

“Like…how do you just walk into fire to save them? It takes a lot of mental strength to do that, you know? And is your job just running inside the burning house? Are there other jobs? Are you required to learn stuff from the medical field? What happens if—” You stopped talking when he laughed loudly.

You tilted your head in confusion, trying to recall if you said anything funny. “What’s so funny?”

He shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “Nothing! The conversation I usually have with girls are about getting my phone number and sex. But you?” He looked at you for a brief moment then back at the road. “You asked about my job?”

“Not everything’s about sex!” You retorted. “Besides, I was just really curious about it, you know? It still really amazes me how you managed to save people in a collapsing building…”

Batump…

Bakugo stared at the road blankly, not expecting this type of conversation with a girl. It was no lie when he mentioned that girls are only after his number and sex. This was the first time someone asked him about…well…him.

The blond knew he’s self-worth. He knows that he can attract ladies with his charms and looks. All he had to do is glance to their direction as he flex his muscles, and the girls come to him.

You tilted your head when he chuckled, perplexed with what he’s laughing on. You were about to ask till he began explaining the basics and strategies. He elucidated everything so well, that it felt like a lecture at this point. This alone indicates how he loves his job.

You smiled at his rambling, and you continued asking questions. He answered them quickly, trying to contain his excitement which ended up as a fail to be honest.

This went on till he finally drove you home.

Bakugo parked his car, veering the gear shift to its parking mode. You removed your seatbelt and fixed the strap of your bag on your shoulders. You were about to open the door when he did it for you.

As soon as the door opened, your heart skipped a beat from this gesture.

“Ya comin’ or what?” He rasped, placing his palm in front of you.

You nodded, colliding your fingers with his fingers first. Then, you slowly guided your fingers to his palm. The blond reacted by slowly closing his hand while you reacted the same way.

You giggled a bit, “Didn’t depict you to be a gentleman.”

He scoffed, closing the door and lock his car. “Was that supposed to be an insult, dumbass?”

“Take it how you want it…”

He arched his brow, holding your hand a bit tighter. The goosebumps traveled up your body, not expecting the sudden aggression from him.

Holy ravioli cheesecake macaroni….The burning sensation is back on your cheeks. It’s only know you realized how rough and calloused his hands are. Moreover, they were warm which made you feel cozy. And goodness, his hands were fucking big. You can’t even almost see your hands anymore, just the tip of your fingers.

“U-Um…thanks for bringing me home, Bakugo-kun…” You broke the silence.

“No problem.”

You slowly loosen the grip on his hand, indicating that you need to leave. He got the idea and slowly loosened his grip as well. You were a bit — no, you were really sad that the warmth on your hand is gone.

“Uhh. Hey,” He suddenly spoke, placing one hand on his hips while the other is scratching the back of his neck.

“I ‘ont usually ask this type of shit, but wanna grab coffee with me or something?” He asked, looking away from your eyes with a mild blush.

You giggled. “What time and when?”

“Uhhh…tomorrow? After our shift?”

Your eyes went wide, not expecting to be that quick. You intentionally let out a huge smile, “That eager to see me?”

Bakugo flinched, getting irritated since he isn’t used to be teased on. “If you ain’t free then we can fucking just—” He stoped exploding when he heard you laughing.

Batump…

There it goes again.

Batump…

It’s the same beat and sound he heard while in the car.

Batump…

And suddenly, the world around him moved slowly. Background was blurry, but you were emphasized on his eyes. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, not understanding this new feeling. However, it’s a feeling he would want to feel again with only you.

“I would love to have coffee with you!!” You stopped laughing, wiping a happy tear from your eye.

Fucking shit. His heart skipped a damn beat again.

Many months has passed since your first meeting with Bakugo. Your cheeks still burn as ever when you see him while his heart beats faster and faster when he sees you.

The blond knew what the damn feeling was — love.

It took him months of declining, denying and refusing his feelings for you. He wanted to slap and choke his past self for waiting that damn long to be truthful with his feelings. As he mentioned, he doesn’t commit to a relationship because it’s tiring and time consuming. Hence why it was hard for him to conclude his end game with you.

Months ago, the blond had to consult with about Kirishima Eijiro, a former playboy, about his feelings. The redhead happily guided and counseled him about his concerns and worries. Though it was a painful moment for Kirishima since Bakugo kept denying it even further.

Mina was so close into smacking her blond friend for being so stupid, but Kirishima held his girlfriend back. He kinda wish he did not though….

Soon, it became too much to bear so Kirishima asked help from the rest of his friends to hopefully smack talk Bakugo through this.

“You’re complicated, you know that right?” Kirishima groaned loudly, putting on his firefighter suit.

Bakugo clicked his tongue in irritation, placing some equipment needed ok his suit. Iida shook his head in disapproval, “When will you finally come true with your feelings, Bakugo-kun?”

“I AM TRUE WITH MY FEELINGS!” He retorted, slamming his locker loudly.

“Really now? Denying your feelings for [Name] is your true feelings?” Kaminari sighed, removing his jacket and placing it inside his locker.

“I ain’t denying shit!”

Sero shook his head in disapproval. “C’mon, dude! I’ve seen the way you look at her. You have those twinkle twinkle stars on your eyes!”

“I fucking do not!”

“Hm. Leading [Name] on, Taking advantage of [Name], Cursing at [Name] out of no where, Does not apologize at first, Tries to win her back by apologizing, Plays around with girls, and cycle repeats,” Todoroki spoke, holding his chin with his slender fingers.

“….I believe that’s called a—” He continued speaking.

“—Red flag.” He snapped his fingers while looking at Bakugo.

Bakugo’s vein popped out on his forehead. “I AIN’T NO RED FLAG, ICYHOT!”

Todoroki tilted his head in confusion. “But according to this generation slang, you fit into the red flag category more rather than the green flag category.”

“You wanna fucking die, Half ‘n Half?”

Midoriya sweats, going in between an enraged Bakugo and a genuinely confused Todoroki. “Now! Now! Now! No need to get violent, Kacchan. I think what Todoroki-kun means is that you not being true with your feelings also breaks [Name]’s heart.”

The green-haired continued, “It’s obvious that [Name] likes you too yet you keep pushing her away with your mood swings. First, you were kind and gentle with her and next, you were cussing at her while making out with another girl. It’s a surprise that [Name] even stuck with you for so long. Kacchan, if you continue acting like this, you won’t even realize that she’s gone…”

“He’s right, bro…” Kirishima agreed. “Listen. Before Mina and I started dating, I didn’t realize that I love her so much till she stopped chasing after me. I’ve spent months having breakdowns and regrets when I didn’t choose to follow my heart to be with her. Don’t you remember what you told me during those months?”

Kirishima placed his finger tip on his chest. “Stop delaying shit. Just ask her out so I won’t have to worry for your dumbass.” The latter repeated the words Bakugo told him before.

Bakugo’s eyes only quivered, gulping down his throat as his fist clenched while thinking of you out of his reach.

A sweat dripped from Sero’s forehead so he sighed, “Alright then. Since you don’t like [Name], can I have her?”

The blond’s eyes went wild, grabbing Sero’s collar and pining him against the locker. “You wanna fucking die, Tape Face?”

Sero chuckled since he expected this reaction from him. “Seems like you found your answer, ain’t that right dumbass?”

He slowly loosen his grip on his collar, realizing his actual feelings with you. He fucking likes you. He began thinking why he keeps denying it — was it really his ego and pride to not date? If that’s the damn answer, he wanted to blast himself for being so stupid.

However, it was frustrating that it took a jealousy moment for him to realize. What’s even more annoying is that it was the one of his friends that riled him up.

“Yer fuckin’ annoying, damn it…” Bakugo cussed, glaring at Sero who’s grinning.

“To clear shit out, I ain’t after your girl. She’s yours. And it’s thanks to me your dumbass knows what you’re actually feeling.”

The blond rolled his eyes, “Shut up…”

Kirishima smiled, almost tearing up like a proud parent since his dumbass of a friend finally accept his feelings. He lunged at Bakugo, wrapping an arm on his shoulders with a smile. He laughed and ruffled through his hair, praising him which eventually made Bakugo annoyed.

Suddenly, the emergency alarm made a loud sound.

This signals that there has been a fire accident near by. It was their cue to roll out and get the job done. All of them got what they need from their lockers before slamming them shut. As they ran to their truck, Midoriya called for his friends.

“Guys…this fire emergency is actually happening in [Name]’s workplace….” He showed his messages of Uraraka spamming him to get his ass there and distinguish the fire.

Bakugo’s world stopped.

His pupils shrunk in fear, he can feel his body paling up as cold sweat dripped from his body. His body shivered slowly, feeling his gaze getting blurry. He clenched his fists as he practically sprinted to the truck.

His friends followed behind, jumping into their truck. Kaminari, their driver, stepped into the gas as the gate of their department opened. The rest began readying their equipment needed.

While doing so, Bakugo’s paranoia kept increasing. The negative thoughts of you in the fire is making him lose his mind. He even began thinking that he might not make it. An unfamiliar wetness began to form on his eyes, he was unsure what it is, but it was not a pleasant feeling.

As soon as they arrive, number of people were in the sidelines. The policemen were blocking their way, guarding the citizens while aiding the people who managed to get away from the fire.

Bakugo’s stomach dropped when he sees you not outside. He immediately saw Uraraka, crying and shivering with burns on her skin. The blond ran towards her and screamed, “ROUNDFACE! WHERE’S [NAME]!?!”

Uraraka faced him with lifeless eyes and pointed at burning flower shop.

He did not hesitate. He ran inside even with his crew mates yelling and trying to stop him. The blond ran through the blazing fire, rummaging through the debris. He sank deeper into the fire, the ashes covering his sight a bit. However, he soon saw a body lying down on the floor with wood crushing its body.

His eyes lit up in hope so he ran to that body. He began removing the heavy wood crushing the body. Soon, he cried in relief when he saw it was you.

Bakugo bent down, carrying your upper body against this thigh. His fingers removed the hair on your face, analyzing for injuries and others. When he confirmed you’re still breathing, he wanted to cry out of happiness. He lifted you up bridal style, carrying you out with caution.

Uraraka collapsed on the floor in relief when she saw you in Bakugo’s arms. The blond immediately brought you to their medic. He immediately removed his helmet to look at you properly. The latter held your cheeks with caution, shaking you a bit to wake up.

“HEY! Wake up! Oi! Wake up!” He yelled, still holding your cheeks.

“Bakugo! Move back!” Iida screamed, slamming the first aid down, and he moved closer to examine your condition.

The blond moved back, his eyes getting blurry again as that water sensation is back on his eyes. His hands found its way on his hair, gripping them like there’s no tomorrow. He watched as more people surround you, trying to stabilize your breathing and checking your pulse.

Kacchan, if you continue acting like this, you won’t even realize that she’s gone…

Bakugo can’t lose you. He just finally came true with his feelings. The blond began to shiver while a cold sweat surrounded his body. Everything was already a blur even sounds, it was only your body that was emphasized on his eyes.

Stop delaying shit. Just ask her out so I won’t have to worry for your dumbass.

Once again, he wanted to fucking blast himself for being so damn stupid. It took him months to realize that shit. Bakugo began regretting every pain he inflicted on you — the times when he got mad at you randomly, the times when he would degrade her in front of his flings, and the times when his mood swings got the best of him.

Tears dropped from his eyes, praying to God that he won’t take you. His tears didn’t stop when he saw no movement from you. With his blur gaze, he watched his friends run towards him in concern. They shook him, trying to snap him back to reality.

Soon, everything literally turned into a blur.

The rush to the hospital, the doctors inserting a needle inside you, the nurses checking your regulation was all a blur. Bakugo just went with the flow — wherever you went, he was there.

It’s been a whole day since the fire incident. You were sleeping on the hospital bed with IV fluid flowing inside your veins. The blond stayed by your side till the end, his knees popping up and down aggressively while his face is buried on his hands.

He prayed every second that you would wake up. He begged whatever God was up there to hear his prayers right now. He pleaded for a miracle to happen.

“B-Bakugo…?”

His head snapped forward to see your eyes open. His own eyes shone in joy, practically jumping from his seat. The blond tripped a bit, colliding his knee on the floor but didn’t seemed to care. He immediately tended to you first, holding your hand then your cheek.

“H-How are you..?” He asked, caressing your cheeks.

“I-I should be asking that…did you even sleep?” You chuckled, trying a bit harder to open your eyes more.

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“Just thirsty…is there any water? Being in that fire got me so damn parched…” You joked, trying to lift his sad and mood. However in all honesty, it’s freaking you out a bit to see how sad and miserable he looks.

It’s not a bad thing or anything, but you were so used to see Bakugo so prideful and cocky. Seeing him in this state was a legit new thing for you.

With a lot of care and caution, he lifted your head a bit while bringing a glass of water near your mouth. A satisfied gulp engulfed you when you feel the wet sensation relieving your parched throat. You expressed your gratitude with the blond as he slowly placed your head down in the pillow.

“How bad was it?” You had to ask.

“Burnt to the ground. The Department even discussed that people living in that area should stay with someone else first. They decided that they should scout the area to investigate the cause. That fire accident was the 4th time this week.”

“I-Is that so?” You stuttered and uttered again. “Can you pass my phone? I’ll ask Uraraka if I can stay with her…”

Bakugo crossed his arms. “Um. About that…you’ll be staying with me…”

“I-Is that alright? I don’t want to intrude, especially if you’re bringing girls over…”

His eye twitched, cursing at you for being too kind. Not to mention, he finally became true with his feelings so the thought of other girls touching him became an unpleasant idea.

“It’s fine, you’re no—never a hinderance…I’ll consult with the nurse with your discharge…” He sighed, walking to the door to exit the room.

“W-Wait! At least tell me the price of the—” You didn’t finish your sentence since he closed the door already.

When he closed the door, Bakugo noticed Todoroki leaning on the opposite side of the door. His arms were crossed to his chest while his one foot is up in the wall, propping his knee out.

“You lied about the Department declaring that the people living in the area should stay with someone else…” He pointed out, grinning a bit to tease him.

The blond clicked his tongue, jaw clenched in annoyance as he looked away with a deep blush. “Shut the fuck up, Icy Hot…”

Afterwards, Bakugo finalized your bills and papers. The blond paid for everything already which annoyed you a bit. You were grateful that he took care of everything, but a heads up would be fucking nice. Throughout the day, he helped you with legit everything — from getting up from the bed to walking to his apartment.

As soon he settled you down on the sofa. He grabbed the remote to his smart TV, allowing you to pick any movie you want to watch. You shyly got the remote from his hand, but while getting it, his fingers traced your hand. With a gulp, you immediately retracted your hand from his.

He notified that he will be making dinner so he made his way to the kitchen. You can hear the sounds of knives across the kitchen. You can even smell the food he was making. It smelled really good which was no surprise since Bakugo was a good cook.

Later, he prepared the food on a plate and gave it to you on the sofa. You expressed your gratitude and began eating.

Bakugo took care of you for 3 days, attending to your needs. You didn’t ask for much though, you mostly sat on the sofa while watching movies. The blond did not let you do a single thing, he used your discharge from the hospital as an excuse.

“Bakugo, I’m feeling a lot better now…I think I should at least do something…” You said, feeling guilty that you are basically not doing anything.

“Not happening. You’re still—Stop using that as an excuse. I’m pretty sure I know when my own body is feeling fine. I missed work for 3 days since then! When will the Departement allow me to go back to my home?” You just had to ask.

“I lied about the Department…” He bluntly exclaimed, wanting to clarify that a long time ago.

Your eyes went wide. “W-What?”

“I-I lied about it because I became d-desperate…”

You took a deep breath, holding onto your sanity. “Desperate about what?” You questioned, trying to understand why he kinda kidnapped you for his own benefit.

“To be with you…”

You arched your brow. “To be with me?” You raised your voice a bit, crossing your arms to your chest.

“Y-Yes..fuck, I ain’t good with this, but I-I like you so I lied and some shit…” He confessed, looking down to the floor with a definite blush.

I like you. Those are the words you desired to hear. It’s no shock that you became the victims of love of Bakugo. The man has this charisma that you can’t avoid so you fell for him too. However, loving him was also your downfall.

The amount of times he has hurt you is never ending. All the sorries, the hope, the love became too much for you at some point. But, you were so lovesick for him so you forgave his sorry ass no matter what. You don’t care, you’ll do it over and over, even if he’s not a prince in your list.

This type of love has inflicted you pain so many times yet why you still looking for love?

“Bakugo, I get that you did this because you like me. I like you too, but…” You paused when you saw the light on his eyes.

“…I-I’m not sure if I want to be with you…”

His eyes widen as his shoulders tensed up in fear. He was about to speak, but you spoke first, “I like you, I really do, but I can never forget all the times you’ve hurt me. But, what really hurts me is when you kissed that girl in the party, what’s worse is when she degraded me, you did not do anything. How can I stay with a guy who wouldn’t put down his pride? How can you ensure that you’ll make me happy..”

Bakugo snapped, grabbing your forearms tightly and yelled, “I can make you happy!”

You chuckled, and a tear dropped from your eye. “Really? Because you’ve given me a lot of sad memories rather than happy ones.”

His face paled up, realizing the amount of times he has hurt you due to his ego. All those memories are finally getting back to him, it all flashed through him like the wind.

“I-I…” He stuttered, loosening his grip on your forearms. His hand slowly traveled down to your hands. He slightly touches your fingers, his head looking down in remorse.

“I’m sorry…” Those two words were short, but it held a greater context behind it. You can feel the sincerity with his words, it felt like every pain he has given you vanished. You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to decide an answer to his apology.

Should you listen to your brain and say that it’s over? It’s clearly a huge sign that he is a red flag in many aspects.

Or should you listen to your heart and give him another chance? It’s already a huge risk that you’re even speaking with him. Will he be worth it? Can attitudes and personality change?

You opened your eyes, already done deciding. So you spoke, “Bakugo.”

His breath hitched, holding your fingers tighter.

“It’s stupid, but I’ll give you another chance. However, you must work for it. I do like you, but I want to see effort first. I’m quite traditional so forgive me for asking such, but I need to see if you truly like me or this is just a fling of yours,” You confessed which gave him a spark of hope.

He smiled, his fingers holding your entire hands and bringing it up to your chest. “I’ll take it!!” He yelled enthusiastically.

You arched your brow, a chuckle left your mouth. “Just to let you know, I won’t make it easy for you. I’ll show you my flaws, my bratty attitude, and my own red flags. Let’s see how you’ll handle that, just like how I handled yours. Now, don’t look so relief just because you know I like you.”

He looked surprised for a moment, but his expression turned into an excited look. “That’s fucking fine. Ya can be as mean as you want to be, but ‘m fucking winning ya back.”

You scoffed playfully, “Please. I’m sure you won’t even last a damn day with my attitude.”

Bakugo grinned, his eyes burned with sensation, “Game fuckin’ on.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ possible continuation? or leave it as an open-ending for all?

[deadhands69]

Hi, I'm Jade!

About:

◐ I'm over 18 and you should be too if you're reading most of these ◑ since a huge chunk of my work isn't smut at this point, I'm not blocking minors but pleeeaaassseeee don't read or interact with the smutty ones. It makes me feel ick (then you get blocked.) ◐ For the next few months, I'll be pretty busy trying to get hours to finish the program I'm in but I'll try to write as much as possible!

What I [typically] write:

◐ all are x gn reader unless otherwise noted ◑ jjk and bnha right now

Other blog things:

◐ I crosspost to ao3 sometimes if you prefer to read there: ao3 link ◑ If you'd like to be added to the taglist for anything, let me know in the comments of the post.

info for requests ● masterlist under the cut

fluff = ☁️ smut = ⭐ suggestive = ✨ angst = ⚡

drabble (<.5k) = 🌙 longer (>4k) = 🌕

My Hero Academia

Tomura Shigaraki

Oneshots//Drabbles//Headcannons

Three Words ☁️ Laundry Detergent [loser!shigaraki] ⭐/✨? Candy Cane [loser!shigaraki] ❆⭐/✨? In Your Cold Apartment ⚡ Attention [afab]⭐ Dream Siren [gn] 🌙⭐ Milk Tea [gn][loser!shigaraki] 🌙✨ You Love It When He Relaxes [afab] ⭐ Tomura Shigaraki Helps w/a Sex Quirk pt 1 [afab] ✨ Tomura Shigaraki Helps w/a Sex Quirk pt 2 [afab] ⭐

Cute Dates Series ☁️ All of these exist in the same universe and can be read in nearly any order or as oneshots

Pretty Lights [Picnic]🌙 Bubble Gum & Cotton Candy [Carnival]🌙 Blankets [Blanket Fort/Depression Comfort]

A New End A few years after being kicked out of UA, you find yourself in the LOV. You'd never seen yourself as a villain but everyone is incredibly welcoming. Eventually, even your standoffish boss who you're beginning to see in another light. Will your future vision quirk be able to change what's coming? [gn/afab] [in progress/2 of ??] ☁️ ✨⭐

◐ Intro: Villain Origin ◑ Part 1: The Bet

Katsuki Bakugo

Oneshots//Drabbles//Headcanons

Filling Space ⚡⭐ Writing Fanfics About Him ⭐🌙 Wrapping Gifts Together ❆🌙 Passenger Seat [afab]⭐ A Nice Fantasy with Nice Shoulders [Sex Quirk][afab] 🌕☁️⭐ A Nice Fantasy with Nice Shoulders Follow Up [afab] ☁️⭐

Cute Dates Series [gn]☁️ All of these exist in the same universe and can be read in nearly any order or as oneshots

Ramen & Rain [1st in Series: Ramen Date] Where Kodamas Live [Hiking Date]

Something More Katsuki Bakugo has always made it a point to be your biggest enemy. When you're paired together on a school project, will you learn to tolerate each other (or more???)[afab] [complete] ☁️ ⚡✨⭐

◐ part 1 [more than burns] 🌕 ◑ part 2 [more than a hangover] ◐ part 3 [more than sleep] ◑ part 4 [more than a storm] ◐ part 5 [more than a panic attack] ◑ part 6 [more than an extra] ◐ part 7 [more than each other] ◑ part 8 [more than this] ◐ Epilogue

Dabi

Pictures with You ❆☁️ Harder, Softer, Harder [Sex Quirk] [afab] ⭐ In the Bathroom is Where I Want You [afab] ⭐

Mei Hatsume

Late Night Writing ☁️ Bubblegum ☁️✨

Other

For Sappho [Kyoka Jiro x Reader]⭐ I Never Told You What I Do For A Living [Hitoshi Shinso x Reader]⚡☁️ Under the Christmas Tree [Shouto Todoroki x Reader][afab] ❆⭐ Exhibitionist Request [Shota Aizawa x Reader][afab] ⭐ Plant Store Date Request [Ibara Shiozaki x photography quirk reader] ☁️

Multiple Characters & Headcanons

Speeding Cars [various characters] ⚡ League of Villains Holiday Movie Headcanons ❆ League of Villains Holiday Party Headcanons ❆ League of Villains Holiday Party Aftermath ❆ Flight Headcanons [various characters] Escape Room Headcanons: Class 1-A Escape Room Headcanons: LOV Concert Date Headcanons Luckiest Person in the Room [Katsuki Bakugo x Shouto Todoroki x Reader] [afab] ☁️⭐ League of Villains Halloween Headcanons 👻

Jujutsu Kaisen

Toge Inumaki

Oneshots//Drabbles//Headcanons

Post Shibuya Comfort [gn] ☁️ ✨ The Safe Word is Okaka [afab] ⭐

Cursing Each Other Over and Over Again

After a life of cursing people on accident with your technique, you end up at Jujutsu University where you meet another cursed speech user. A cute one. Will he understand or treat you like everyone else has?

[afab in part 3] [complete] ☁️ ✨⭐

◐ part 1 ◑ part 2 ◐ part 3

Suguru Geto

Oneshots//Drabbles//Headcanons

Good Morning ⭐🌙

Satoru Gojo

Oneshots//Drabbles//Headcanons

Wishing Well ⚡🌙

Yuta Okkotsu

Oneshots//Drabbles//Headcanons

bff!Yuta ☁️ bff!Yuya 2 [gn] ☁️ ⭐ bff!Yuta 3 [gn/reader is bottom] ☁️ ⭐

Multiple Characters & Headcanons

White Elephant ❆ Flight Headcanons

[noekawa]

MRS. BAKUGO !

meal; pole winner oneshot

condiments; sweetest fluff, wedding day, Katsuki Bakugo/reader, class 1A pulls up, sorry took forever to post this..

Bakugo Katsuki steadily reached his goals, he was close to becoming the number one hero, was rich and famous, and best of all..

He’s currently wearing a tidy suit, standing at the altar as he waits for the love of his life to walk down the aisle to join him.

The audience was filled with his ex-classmates, mentors, teachers, colleagues and of course his and his soon to be wife’s family.

Contrary to what many believe, Katsuki was actually deathly nervous. His mother and Izuku could tell by how he was subconsciously letting out sparks from his dominant hand as he waited anxiously.

“Bakugo getting married before me.. I can’t believe it!” Kaminari playfully sniffed as he wiped his faux tears away.

Kirishima grinned and gave a pat on his back “Jiro’s been waiting for you to propose so take this as a little inspiration man!”

Midoriya smiled as he looked at Katsuki with a soft gaze “Kacchan, thank you for letting me be your best man.”

“Shut it, don’t get sappy on me right now!” Katsuki gritted out, his brows furrowed slightly. H was getting annoyed that it was taking his bride forever to arrive. The thought of her ditching him on this special day crossed his mind, but he pushed it away.

There was no way she’d do that. He thought, and sure enough he was right since soon after the pianist— Kyoka, began playing. Momo soon after chimed in with the violin.

The door opens and Toru and Ochaco walked out with their flower baskets, throwing petals everywhere— but Katsuki didn’t pay attention to that.

An audible sound left his lips as his eyes fell onto your frame, the dress hugging your body made you look angelic whilst walking down the aisle. His eyes started watering out and he felt his heart race.

Behind you was Mina, grinning as she held the tail of your dress up.

Today was a special day for you and Katsuki, sharing it with your close ones.

“Holy shit.” Was all he could let out as his arms dropped to the side, All Might— the pastor just laughed “Look alive now Young Bakugo!”

Shoto nonchalantly wiped Katsuki’s tears away with a handkerchief, earning a soft glare from the groom as he pushed the duo haired male’s hand away with a click of his tongue.

Once you were standing at the altar your eyes shifted up to meet his vermillion ones.

“You’re the most gorgeous woman alive.” Your soon to be husband breathed out, making you giggle.

“You’re as handsome as the day I met you, Katsuki.”

All Might cleared his throat and began the vows, after a bit it all was left is to say those two simple words.

“I do.” You chirped with a smile.

“You may now kiss the bride!”

Katsuki didn’t waste a second, he pulled you close by the waist and tenderly kissed you on the lips.

You closed your eyes and leaned into it with a smile.

Your friends were cheering and crying from joy as you two were officially husband and wife. They clapped, joyous about this new union since it was obvious to them that Katsuki and you were the perfect pair.

“This.. Is great.. Life is great Shota!” Present Mic sobs out as he blows his nose into the napkin while Eraserhead just grimaced “Watching these two finally tie the knot after all these years is kinda surreal.”

“That brat,” Mitsuki wipes her tears away as she grinned “I can finally expect grandkids!!” Inko and Masaru who were beside her couldn’t help but sweat drop.

Bakugo Katsuki now officially has a mrs. Bakugo.

[ox-imagines]

Tokyo Debunker as Romance Tropes

Feel free to ask me to write a longer imagine/oneshot for any of these!

Pt. 6 | Mortkranken

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 7

Yuri - Academic Rivals

No one makes your blood boil like Isami Yuri does. He’s your only peer who can match and outdo you, your only peer as dedicated to his work as you are to yours, and he always looks gorgeous doing it. He absolutely infuriates you. He knows he infuriates you, and he enjoys it. That cold, insidious glint in his eyes and his victorious, slightly manic smirk every time he gets under your skin just makes it worse; you hate feeling like you’re losing control of your temper in front of him, giving him more ammo, but you can’t help it when he stares you down like that. The tension between the two of you every time you interact is almost palpable. Then, the end of the semester rolls around and come to find out the two of you have no classes together. Your life and studies can return to normal and you can exist in peace. Except… it’s actually boring. There’s no one to catch any flaws in your work and call you out on it, no one to challenge you to do your best, you’re simply at the top of your classes with no one to threaten that position. It makes it seem a whole lot less worthwhile. You find yourself subconsciously seeking him out, searching for the scheming glitter of his sea-colored eyes, the gleam of his aqua hair, in the hallways and the dining hall and the parking lot. Without him, there’s no motivation to be at the top of your game, without him there’s no point. You don’t end up seeing him around, but one day, he finds you instead. You feel someone grab you from behind, dragging you around a corner, and you turn to find Yuri with his hair a bit tousled and his eyes crazed, but in a different way than usual. Like he’s the bothered one now rather than how you’re used to him enjoying your suffering. He’s agitated in a way you’ve never seen him, backing you against the wall, and while you still felt the usual tension between the two of you, this time it felt different somehow. As if the tension was actually a good thing.

“Everyone here is pitiful. Everyone but you. I can’t even begin to say how much I hate admitting this, but I need you.”

Jiro - Lab Partners

You don’t know Jiro well when you’re partnered in lab. It happens simply by coincidence. Neither of you knew anyone in the class, and you each took a seat at opposite sides of an empty table. No one else sat there, therefore, the two of you got partnered. Jiro isn’t exactly the easiest person to get to know either, letting you know quite bluntly that he feels your questions are too personal (even if it’s just small talk about his interests or hobbies). He’s also a bit off-putting: he’s very tall, and very quiet, and just a bit awkward. Despite that, despite knowing nothing about what he enjoys or is like outside of class, you only grow more curious, and each lab assignment has you feeling a bit closer to him. Then again, you have to be quite physically close to him to dissect a pig fetus together, for example. His arm pressed against yours is surprisingly a bit warmer than you’d expected, and over the scent of formaldehyde you can make out tones of a crisp, subtle cologne on him. He really looks quite nice up close like this, the slope of his nose giving him a pretty profile and his usually tired eyes focused intently on his incisions; his eyelashes were enviously long and dark, too. You swear you feel him staring at you the same way sometimes when you aren’t looking, but you suppose you can’t be sure. One afternoon, the two of you meet in the lab outside of class hours to collect time-sensitive data on some bacteria cultures you were working with. You realize it’s the first time the two of you have been truly alone together, let alone with the only light in the room coming through the windows as the sun begins to sink and from the opened sample fridge throwing an incandescent glow. As he retrieves your samples, the obnoxious fridge lighting seems to cast a pallor over his generally wearied expression, but as he pulls back and closes the door the sun hits the side of his face, dappled through the leaves outside but making him seem to glow, lighting up his crimson eye that it touched and making it gleam as if it were on fire. From the sunlight in your eye and the way he was looking at you, you could guess he was experiencing a similar phenomenon to yours.

“The sun’s in my eye. I’m gonna collect the data and then we should get out of here before it’s dark out. I haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

[fluff-n-cookies]

hey, can I ask the reader to be Aizawa's daughter, but she lives with her mother in another country, so when the reader gets into a fight, her mother sends her to live with Aizawa, but she forgets to tell him, so y/ n arrives and says "hey dad, surprise?"

I'm so sorry for responding late, I just been so caught up with school, but sure! (p.s. I'm not sure if you wanted oneshots or headcanons so I did headcanons. sorry about that. and I'm also heacanoning this reader as socially awkward, sorry about that too.) reader is a teen in this!

WARNINGS MENTION OF BOOBS NOTHING GRAPHIC JUST MINETA.

first off, reader is besties with Present Mic and definitely told Mic to tell Aizawa she was coming, but did Mic Do that? NO!

he probably drove you back to UA from the airport and just barged in yelling "BITCH (Aizawa) GUESS WHAT" "what do you want Mic?" "no, guess!"

okay parting away from the crack, Aizawa and you are both dying of embarrassment since Aizawa is teaching a CLASS RIGHT NOW.

So Aizawa is Infuriated since first he knows you hate being put on in the spotlight so he does scold Mic about it while all might handle class 1A's training.

eventually you two do get to talk one on one and the moment after you say "hey dad, surprise?" he just collapses on the closest surface and replies "goddamn it you're too cute to be mad at."

please tell him about every single detail of your trip it makes him so happy. he wants to know you trust him with this information and it makes him feel like he's getting just a bit closer to you. even the bad things that make you cry like a bad break up or an argument with your mom, it just makes him want to comfort you more.

tries to get you some of your favorite snacks from your country so you feel at home.

if you feel out of place in Japan since the majority of us are probably not Japanese and probably do not meet beauty expectations, he encourages you to keep being yourself instead of trying to fit in like everyone else.

1A GIRL SQUAD MAKEOVER! 1A GIRL SQUAD MAKEOVER!

these girls are doing your nails and practically interrogating you about your life in your country.

Momo wants to know ALL the customs and ALL the history, HECK TEACH HER YOUR WHOLE LANGUGE.

Mina DEMANDS TO KNOW YOUR LOVE LIFE AND ALLLLL THE DRAMA.

Tsu, Ochako, and Hagakure are just happy to be there, and Jiro is incharge of music.

they are also the ones protecting you from Mineta so try and stick with them.

now here, Shoto and Tenya are in a silent battle over your love and Mineta and Kaminari are fighting over your Boobs.

Shoto helps control the temperature in your room so it seems more like the climate your used to in your country.

while Iida is purposely taking a languge class that you speak and having you translate it for him so he knows he's doing it correctly. (he knows he is but he just wants to hear your voice.)

OH DON"T GET ME STARTED ON AIZAWA FAM

shinsou automatically switches to brother mode, please let him show you his cat plushes and favorite animes, it just makes him so happy.

Eri HAS to have a sleep over with you at one point, you're like an older sister to her (MOVE ASIDE HADO-)

speaking with Toshinori in english if you come from an english speaking country.

Thank you for requesting and I hope to see you in my inbox again soon!

[untitledfictions]

Introduction

Art by Me

Hey, I go by UFO, but let's get to the introduction part.

This post is just for the people so they know what I post, but here are the things and characters I post about.

Characters

Students

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugou

Shoto Todoroki

Ejiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Mina Ashido

Kyoka Jiro

Momo Yaoyorozu

Pros

Shota Aizawa / Eraserhead

Keigo Tamaki / Hawks

Taishiro Toyomitsu / Fatgum

Villians

Tomura Shigaraki

Himiko Toga

Jin Bubaigawara / Twice

Toya Todoroki / Dabi

There will be cases of me posting little snippets of characters that aren't on the list.

ex. Present Mic or Mr. Compress

Things that I put in my post

I won't but Black!Reader on my post normally, the only time I will put it is when it has something to do with the culture.

ex. Asian!Reader for Asian themes

African!Reader for African themes

Ect.

But in certain posts the characters will be a different race, like African, Indian, Latina or Latino, and more mixed with other races.

ex. Latino!Sero or African!Mina

But it won't always be like that.

What I post and don't

I do post LGBT and sometimes I will post the same scenario twice with different pronouns.

ex. Latino!Sero x Fem!Reader

Latino!Sero x Male!Reader

Things I will post

Smut (no nasty stuff like scat or bdsm)

Dark content (yandere and tsundere ect.)

Headcannons

Oneshots

Series

Any art I use that isn't mine, I will put the name of the original creator, if I get it wrong, tell me and I will fix it as quickly as I can.

And that's all

Well that's it for the introduction, I will probably add more to this, but until I do, bye.

[bnha-headcanonss]

MasterList!

One Shots •Aizawa - unnamed daughter leaves apartment without warning

•Bakugo - Today got so, so much weirder

•Aizawa - rebellious, drunken daughter

•Aizawa - kidnapped daughter

Headcanons •Bakugo as your bf •Aizawa when you're sick (partner)

•Jiro as your gf

•Midoriya as your bf

•Arguments with Midoriya

•Shinsou as your bf

• Wanting to commit/dating Bakugo. (Tw suicide)

• Dating Shinsou while you have depression

• Shinsou proposes + engaged life

• General Sero Headcanons

Reoccurring Characters: characters I have created myself for the oneshots. Characters are often consistent.

• Musume (mu-su-may) - Aizawas teenage daughter. Appears in [Rebellious, drunk daughter] and [Kidnapped daughter]

[discotenny]

Oneshots - Drabbles - Scenarios

3 years (9-24-23) [Sasara] Angst, Fluff, Plot Spoilers, Ex-Fiance Sasara AU, 900+ W.C.

How can you still smile? (10-2-23) [Sasara] Angst, Ex-Fiance Sasara AU, 800+ W.C

Hold those bags till you die! (9-26-23) [Rio] Fluff, Fem!Reader, 390 W.C

An epidemic! (9-29-23) [Gentaro] Flush, Steamyish, 500+ W.C

Pet names (10-3-23) [All] Headcanons/Drabbles, W.C n/a

The only cure! (10-29-23) [Dice] Fluff, 400+ W.C

Sleeping positions (11-16-23) [All] Headcanons/Drabbles?, W.C n/a

High and mighty (12-23-23) [Jakurai] Hurt/Comfort, 2k+ W.C

Gift giving (12-29-23) [All] Headcanons, W.C n/a

A single moment (2-12-24) [Doppo] Drabble, 600+ W.C

Headcanons

Bite sized bits Volume 1 [Various]

The second night (9-17-23) [Dice]

Lights in the rain (9-22-23) [Samatoki] <idol!s/o>

How their breakup effects their teammates (10-20-23) [Ichiro, Sasara, Jyushi]

Buying their merch (5-2-24) [Ramuda, Doppo, Sasara]

With a partner shorter than him (5-13-24) [Ramuda]

Fight for you! (7-15-24) [Samasasa, Ichikuu]

Thoughts

Body temperature (9-19-23) [Gentaro]

Secrets (9-20-23) [Sasara]

Taking care of sick s/o (9-27-23) [Samatoki]

Domestic chores (9-27-23) [Ramuda]

Hugs (10-6-23) [Ramuda]

Furniture shopping (10-18-23) [Sasara]

Using a true-hypmic to turn people against you (10-19-23) [Yandere!Ramuda]

Living to love you (10-21-23) [Ramuda]

Falling in love with his patient (10-22-23) [Yandere!Jakurai]

Sasarms (10-24-23) [Sasara]

Kuko being a good person (10-25-23) [Yandere!Kuko]

Having a fictional you as their comfort chara (12-23-23) [Ichiro, Ramuda, Doppo]

Long drives (12-23-23) [Sasara]

Keeping you forever (1-8-24) [Yandere!Sasara]

[NSFW] Doppo sucking tits and boobs (1-6-24) [Doppo]

Dice is a cat (1-15-24) [Dice]

[NSFW] Trying to text you (1-11-24) [Ramuda]

Sleeping on the couch (12-15-24) [Doppo]

Analysis

Get Busy lyric analysis (9-28-23) [Jiro, Kuko, Ichiro]

Thoughts on the new clothing (9-26-23) [all]

Clothing symbolism (9-26-23) [Ichiro, Rosho, Sasara, Gentaro, Doppo, Jakurai]

Hair symbolism (10-4-23) [Ramuda, Sasara]

Ramuda & humanity pt 1 (10-21-23) [Ramuda]

Ramuda & humanity pt 2 (10-21-23) [Ramuda]

Thoughts on new clothing PT 2!! (11-11-23) [all]

Anon Writing

Dice as a father (10-28-23) [Dice]

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Megu-chan and Makoto-kun - Oneshot

Artist: Jiro Rin

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