#POCuties collab

[meliorist-midoriya]

to you, to the world, to my love (you’re all three)

synopsis: midoriya has always had too much love to give in a world that loved to take. you’re just hoping that he has enough left for you in the end.

pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

genre: fluff with a touch of angst

warnings: some insecurity

word count: 2.5k

notes: happy valentine’s day, everyone! this is my contribution for the pocuties server collab, based off the greek types of love, of which i had the honor of receiving izuku and decided upon agape  please help yourself to the box of chocolates they’re offering for valentine’s, there’s a wide selection of chocolates handmade by talented creators, so i’m sure you’ll find something to your taste! tbh i only managed to finish this fic because i was watching chan’s valentine’s vlive and i was in a super soft mood ;3;

extra: agápe - the ancient greek concept of selfless, universal love.

“Making his debut in the pro hero scene, Pro Hero Deku is blazing a trail straight out of UA—”

“—Pro Hero Deku solved an astounding 30 cases in the past month—”

“Deku’s popularity is skyrocketing, rivaling that of—”

“Hero Deku—”

“Deku—”

“Pro Hero Deku has swept the hero rankings to come out on top as Number 1!”

With a resolute ‘click’ of the remote, the reporters’ overlapping voices cut off as the TV screen faded away, your lonely reflection staring back at you from the blank screen. You, curled up on your empty couch, in your empty apartment with the clock striking what should have been dinner. The TV was only there in an attempt to drown out the crushing silence, the white noise—hellbent on filling the space his presence had left—was deafening.

That attempt failed.

Horribly.

If anything, it just made the sense of wrongness permeating the air even worse. 

(That TV recap of his best moments didn’t help as much as you hoped it would.)

Being alone in this apartment felt… off. As if someone had gouged out what should’ve been there, the ghost of a presence settling a chill into your bones that ran far deeper than just plain loneliness. The foreboding grief of what could be, the fear that you’d resigned yourself to the moment you agreed to follow him on this path, the selfishness gnawing at your conscience every time you saw him run out the door to save the next person, to solve the next case. 

Things like an All Might coffee mug sitting primly next to yours on the drying rack, garishly yellow “tufts” staring back at you with a cracked vengeance. (You’d apologized profusely to him that day, promising to buy him another one. He’d just smiled over his cracked cup of coffee, telling you not to worry about it for the hundredth time.)

Things like his haphazard mess of notes and scrawl spread out on the kitchen counter, the pen sitting next to the half finished page. (You’ve long since learned to leave his notes be, they’ll be tidied up once he’s done… if he’s ever truly done.)

The filled queue of movies and pile of DVDs you’d picked out together, giddy over plans to watch the next time he had a free night. (You remember pretending not to notice him trying to slip another hero documentary near the bottom of the pile, distracting you with talks of popcorn and the night that was supposed to be tonight.)

Deku. The man the world adored, clinging to his promise like a lifeline in times of need. 

Midoriya Izuku. The man you loved, who promised you the world.

“It’ll be okay, I’m here.”

His soft promise echoed both in the battlefield and in your darkest hours, a close mirror to a hero of a generation past, yet it was different. It was his own. Comforting, personal, and wholly him. The public, weak and grasping for new support, latched on to the small sliver of hope his hand offered and he just kept giving, giving, giving. It never seemed to stop, and you were scared. 

He was a man with a bleeding heart with all the love to give and more. To the civilians, to the villains, to anyone in need.

Now, you needed his promise more than ever. A reassurance whispered into reunions and the thousandth hospital visit, over fresh scars and searing kisses. A promise that he would come home. You didn’t want to think of all the times he came so, so close to breaking that promise, even before you two had made it, before you two had even promised yourselves to each other in your UA days.

You pulled the blanket a little tighter around you, staring down at your phone with no real intent in mind as you scrolled. The video playing one of his interview clips (bashfully reciting his “catchphrase,” how cute) cut his voice short as you scrolled past to move on to the next, wincing at the next tweet on your timeline. Him, battered and bloody, as he pulled a child from the aftermath of the battle he’d just won. 

You still need to wrap that new mug you got him as a gift. You still had to listen to him bounce his ideas off of you. You still had to move that hero documentary to the top of the pile. You still—

“Hero Deku saves 30 people, no casualties,” A soft murmuring of the headline shattered the silence, and you smiled to yourself, giggling at all the replies joking of how he threw himself into the fray a little more responsibly and singing their praises.

It’ll be okay.

“Ugh, those reporters are at it again.” 

At your best friend’s exasperated groan, you followed their gaze over to see— ah. 

A small swarm of reporters had worked their way into the fans crowding your boyfriend, their press badges reading every tabloid magazine on this side of the city and prying questions falling off their tongue like poison. From what you could hear over their overlapping clamoring, they were trying to dig into his private life.

Again. 

Deku, the darling of the masses, all sweet smiles and sincere words amidst his strength. Deku, the number one hero with the tightest lock on his private life, which came as a surprise to both everyone and no one.

It was a given, considering his position at the peak of hero society.

It was also a complete shock, considering his tendency to ramble into tangents that had his PR team withering.

Which seemed to help in times like these, now that you thought about it, laughing to yourself as you watched the reporters’ expressions darken in defeat the longer he continued to talk around their questions. Quite a long stretch from stiffly standing on the practice stage at UA all those years ago, frozen from nerves. You idly mused to this to yourself, taking a sip of your drink as you dragged your gaze back over to your best friend.

“Did you choose this cafe because it’s right along Izuku’s patrol route?” They stiffened, and you couldn’t help but laugh at their obvious intentions.

“Maybe, or it could’ve been just a coincidence.” The next teasing jab was halfway off your tongue when they cut you off before you could give into the urge, the words dying in your throat. “When was the last time you saw him anyway? I know you two live together but Todoroki told me he practically lives at the agency with how swamped they are. Are you okay?”

You purse your lips, staring down at the ice swirling around in your cup as you idly stirred it round. As if the sloshing liquid could whisper the answer you wish you knew.

“...Yeah.” They cocked a brow, and you took another sip to try and delay your time. “It’s not like either of us can help it. Izuku’s number one, so this was bound to happen.”

(The clamoring from the reporters grew ever louder. Persistent, that bunch.)

Their expectant (doubting) gaze was met with your own steady one, and you smiled. Whether it was out of consolation or resignation was anyone’s guess.

“We’re okay, I promise.”

You should really be getting to sleep. 

Really, you should.

At least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the past several hours, tossing and turning in your bed with nothing but winter-cold sheets and a gnawing loneliness to keep you company. You know you should be sleeping when the clock on the bedside table reads an ungodly hour and there was work to be done in the morning. You know you should be sleeping when the moon disappears from the night sky and leaves you with nothing but the city lights to dimly illuminate the dark room.

You really know you should be sleeping when you hear the front door click open, Izuku shuffling around the apartment to get ready for whatever minimal amount of sleep he’d get before he had to be up and running soon after.

Despite this, sleep still refuses to come, and you don’t bother pretending to be asleep when he slides into bed next to you. Instead, you turn over and curl into his chest, stifling the guilt that bubbles up when he jumps in surprise.

“Something keeping you up?” Oh, he sounds so tired, and part of you wishes you could just make it all go away. The weight of the world rests heavy on his shoulders, and deep down, you wonder if you’re part of that burden. You curl a little closer, as if trying to smother the thoughts that crashed upon you, spilling over the crack in the dam that only widened the more you spoke.

“Jus’ a little lonely, is all.” Your voice is too quiet, brittle, and you pray to every deity that would listen that he would drop it. That he wouldn’t take on yet another burden when he was already carrying Altas’s share of the world.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Of course, the gods are hardly ever so merciful—to them you are just another wishful mortal in the realm of the holy and damned—and Izuku’s hand rests on your cheek with a tenderness that makes you want to cry.

“...Why?” 

The confusion that falls over his expression (gaunt, tired, and God, should you even be doing this right now?) is immediate, and he tilts your face up to meet his gaze with yours, like he could find the answer in city lights dancing over your face. His thumb strokes soft patterns over your cheek—as if brushing off the layers you’d built to protect your soul—and you lean into his soft touch with a sigh.

“Why what?”

The words spill from your lips unbidden, your hesitations softened by the comfort of his touch, the sudden drowsiness, and the emotion that near overwhelms you.

“Why do you still try to do everything yourself? When there’s so many people out there, ready to support you?” His breath hitches in shock, but it’s too late to go back now. You reach up to hold the hand cradling your cheek, distantly remembering a time when he was too insecure of his scarred and crooked hands to even hold your hand.

He’s come a long way, indeed.

“I love you, Izuku. I just don’t know if that can hold up against your love for the world.” 

Something in his gaze softens, to your surprise. His smile is even softer.

“What would you do if you’re both?”

“Wh— Izuku—”

He continues, and you listen, raptured by his words spoken into the glow of the blue hour.

“Yes, I know that at the end of the day, peace and safety has to come first, but—” His smile widens into something bashful, a smile that never failed to send butterflies scattering through your heart. “—who says you can’t be right along with them?” 

He bumped his forehead with yours, smiling emerald eyes gazing into your own with such love—dizzying and overpowering and so, so warm. With the steady thrum of your heartbeat matching his, you found yourself falling even deeper once again.

“You know me, I can never compromise when it comes to what’s important to me.”

You laugh, something watery, as he presses a kiss to your forehead, temple, cheek, with a last, smiling kiss on your lips.

“How greedy.” He laughs into your lips, pulling away to hold you closer.

“Just for you.”

There’s so many things you could’ve said, as you watched the rest of the night sky fade into the deep blues of dawn. But, you decide, the comforting silence was best left as is, only broken by one resounding comfort.

It’ll be okay.

“You know, it would’ve been nice to know that you had taken the day off before I had that whole guilt spiral last night.”

“It turned out okay though, didn’t it?” He turned back to flash you that cheeky grin of his, half-hidden by his winter coat and backed by the glow of the setting sun. You just rolled your eyes with a laugh before jogging to catch up to him, slipping you hand out of your pocket to interlace your fingers with his.

“Yeah, it did.” 

The walk was silent as you two strolled down the familiar path, winding down after a whole day spent with each other. It was romantic of him, now that you thought about it, to take the whole Valentine’s Day off just for you. You hummed as you leaned onto him, giddy and content at the thought. 

In love, if you were to be so bold.

(Granted, he had to wear a mask and a cap the entire time to hide from the prying eyes of the public, but you made do.)

The sight of aged, familiar scenery pulled you from your musings, and you tugged at his hand to grab his attention, pointing at the quaint bench surrounded by bare gingko trees.

“Hey, wasn’t this the park where you confessed?” At your words, he froze and glanced over at the familiar scenery, eventually burying his face into his free hand with a groan once the old memories clicked in his head.

“Oh, don’t remind me. It’s still embarrassing to look back on.”

“What? I thought you were cute!” You laughed, nudging him to follow as you led him over to the small park, brushing off the dust to sit on the bench before patting the space next to you. Izuku obliged, and you almost automatically curled into his side, as if by habit.

“Did we really walk all the way here from the station?” His disbelieving tone made you look up at him, his expression one of nostalgic awe, before casting your attention back to the aged scenery, humming in agreement as you idly picked out what’s changed and what’s stayed in the years that have passed.

“I guess we never really forget, huh?”

“I forgot the sunset looked the best from here.”

“I hope you didn’t forget all the memories we made here.” He tore his attention from the sunset to gape down at you, scandalized.

“Of course not!” 

“Really?” He arched a brow at the teasing lilt to your voice and the mischievous grin playing at your lips, “So you didn’t forget accidentally firing an Air Force shot at me when we first met because you were training?”

He buried his face in his hands again with another embarrassed groan.

“I hoped you would forget that, at least!” You just laughed, hugging him closer as if to console him from your teasing. Before long, the atmosphere settled back into a quiet reminiscence, indulging in the nostalgia of memories past in this little park. The silence that was once deafening alone, now softened by the comfort of his presence at your side.

“We’ve made so many memories in this park, huh?” At your soft hum of agreement, he continued. Was his voice shaking? “It wouldn’t hurt to make more, would it?”

“What do you me—”

Your question cut itself short as you saw what he held out to you. 

A little velvet box, sitting open in his hand. You dragged your suddenly watery gaze back up to Izuku, his once bashful smile now wobbly with nerves. 

So familiar in this little park, yet so new.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

It was just a small walk down memory lane, the street lights blinking on one by one in the wake of the fiery sunset as you two walked the familiar path together. Yet there was something buzzing anew in the air, humming through your soul as you held out your hand to the sun, admiring the way the gem on your ring finger sparkled in the fading sunset. In the other, you interlaced your fingers with his.

Yeah… 

You caught Izuku’s soft gaze, smiling and in love.

We’ll be okay.

[snapdragon-mina]

Critical Beauty

A/n: This is my part of the POCuties Playlist Collab :)

I love bo with my WHOLE heart. I'm sorry if it seems rushed or ooc, ive been hella stressed lmao. Anyway, enjoy this fic based on Critical Beauty by Pentagon.

Warnings: Swearing? I think that's all.

•••

You became friends with Konoha Akinori rather easily when you transferred. He was fun to be around and you guys just clicked. After a few weeks of friendship, he offered for you to come watch him and the team practice.

"Hey, (l/n), you don't have anything to do after school... Do you?" He asked.

"Uh no, not that I know of. Why?"

"I wanted to see if you'd come watch me and the others practice." He shrugged as he relaxed in his seat keeping a watchful eye on the clock.

"Volleyball practice? That's a bunch of hot sweaty men in one place, sir who do you take me for?" You held a look of disgust on your face as you looked at him. Konoha snorted and shot you a look.

"You don't wanna know."

You faked offense but agreed to watch his practice after class.

You arrived shortly after practice had already begun. You opted for quietly taking a seat as nobody had even seemed to notice you slip into the gym. You were there for a good five minutes before Konoha realized you were already here. He had stopped dead in his tracks, piquing someone's attention.

"Wait, (l/n), when did you get here?"

You rolled your eyes at the question. "Been here for like 5 minutes, thanks for finally noticing tho." As the two of you were joking around you could feel someone else's eyes on you.

"Konoha, why is the one with that phat ass staring at me-"

As soon as those words left your lips, Bokuto froze and all eyes were on him. Akaashi bumped his shoulder against Bokuto's and that knocked him out of his semi-frozen state. "What's your name?" He blurted out almost immediately.

You raised an eyebrow but answered him nonetheless. "I'm (l/n) (y/n); Konoha's only friend."

Konoha flipped you off at that.

"I'm Bokuto Kōtarō, Its nice to meet you (l/n)-chan!" He smiled really wide up at you.

"(l/n)-chan, huh? Okay." You smiled back down at him and he swears he felt his heart swell.

•••

At this point the entire school knew. A few days ago, you bumped into Bokuto in the hallways. As you went to apologize, his eyes lit up and he reached into his bag, pulling out a -somehow perfectly intact- flower. "(l/n)-chan! This morning I was walking, and there was a rose. If you like it you can take it!"

"Oh, thank you, Bo. Pink is actually one of my favorite colors." You smiled as you gently took the rose from his hands.

His eyes widened slightly at your smile and shifted his eyes away. "I never knew you liked pink... But now that you're holding it in front of me, It suits you." He walked off before you could notice the growing warmth spreading through his face.

That wasn't the only time, though. Over the course of three months, you would receive dozens of gifts. Anything ranging from flowers, to food, to jewelry. He always said something that made it super obvious how absolutely infatuated he was with you. However, his dumb ass didn't even realize he was being obvious until you called him out during his latest gift.

Bokuto came up to you after one of his practices. "Something annoying but sparkling was strangely in my pocket. I swear I don't know how it got there." He handed you a silver ring with some sort of gem inside of it. Was it real? You have no idea but you wouldn't put it past him if it was. "You can have it, since my fingers dont fit."

You looked at him skeptically before slipping the ring onto one of your fingers. His face started heating up again as he watched you and you could've sworn you heard something along the lines of: "it fits on your finger so well that it gives me chills."

"Are you positive you have no idea where it came from?" You asked, peeping the ring that looked eerily similar to the one he just gave you, on his finger.

"Yep! Not a clue. It's just a coincidence that the same one happens to be on my finger too."

At this point you'd had enough. You stared him directly in his eyes, not saying or doing anything; waiting for him to crack.

He started shifting his weight from leg to leg under your gaze. "Don't stare at me like that." You didn't let up. "Fine, what are you curious about?" He tried to look anywhere but directly at you.

"Bo, you keep gifting me these little gifts. I really do appreciate them, but I need an explanation." You crossed your arms and waited patiently.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "I don't need to say the obvious again, it's written all over your face."

You grinned. "I'm not saying anything in response until I get a proper confession. Details and everything." Bokuto's eyes widened.

"I'm not ready to-"

Your smile softened. "That's fine, Bo. I already adore you as is, so I'll wait for you. Just do it when it feels right for you." The panicked look on his face dissipated and he nodded.

"Okay! Wait for me until then, please." And with that he ran off to do God knows what.

•••

Four more months and Bokuto was still giving you gifts, but he had yet to actually "confess properly". You were patient through it all and then one day, Bokuto stopped giving you gifts.

Your thoughts were spiralling as you questioned why. Why would he stop? Did he mean to? Did this fucking idiot go broke buying me all that shit? You shook your head as you walked towards you locker. You almost didn't notice Konoha standing there with a smug little shit eating grin as he held out a letter with a little heart seal on it.

"Konoha what are you-"

"(l/n)-chan I'm so in love with you, please make me the happiest man in the entire world and accept my confession!" It was obvious that he was faking. He could barely get through a word without laughing.

"Eat shit and die." You laughed as you snatched the letter from his hands.

"It's actually Bokuto-san's letter. He was supposed to give it to you like a week ago but he chickened out and Akaashi-san had to get the letter from him. He asked me to deliver it to you since we're in the same class and all."

"Oh say less" He waved goodbye to you and walked off, leaving you with the letter. You carefully opened it and read it to yourself silently.

"I would fall over and die if I said this in person, but this is a letter! :)

Day after day I live for you, I'll give you everything. If Im with you I swear everywhere will feel like Hollywood. You have the best smile I've ever seen and everytime you smile I feel really hot, it's like I'm addicted to you. I just want you to know that I really really really like you.

-Bo <3"

You smiled softly before placing the letter in your bookbag and getting what you need out of your locker.

After class ended for the day, you walked towards the gym as you knew volleyball practice was being held today. The moment you pushed the door open, Bokuto's head snapped up and he looked at you. "(y/n)!"

"Ooh first name basis I see. Okay then, Hi Kōtarō." You smiled. He returned it as he dropped what he was doing and rushed to give you a hug. You returned it with a laugh. "Dude, you're all sweaty."

He pulled away and apologized quickly. "So uhm, did you? I mean, did Konoha give you my letter?"

"He did. Kou, you are the absolute fucking cutest." His smile grew almost 10 times wider. He looked and felt nothing but pure euphoria at that response. You could hear his signature "Hey Hey Hey" outside with how happy he felt. He all but peppered little kisses all over your face.

"Bokuto-san we have to finish practice." Akaashi called out and Bokuto nodded and promised that he'd take you out on a real date as soon as he was able to.

"I swear I'll make you as happy as you made me."

[des-the-girl]

Self Care Saturday

Hey Guys!  For Valentine’s Day, I gift this fic!  I joined the BNHA POCuties collab and got to write for my boy Sero Hanta!  I hc Sero as the sturdy block of the Bakusquad and someone who holds in his problems and feel like he deserves some self-care.  This Valentine’s Day, don’t forget to love yourself!  Love isnt always romantic as this collab shows.

Pairing: Sero Hanta x GN!POC! Reader

Prompt: Types of Love

   Pragma: Long-lasting Love

   Philautia: Self-Love

Exhaustion filled his body as Sero Hanta lumbered home.  The sun was setting and the sky grew darker.  He could feel his energy sapping with each heavy step, but the pro hero continued his trek.  Today was rough.  Really rough.  Ever since his former classmates came together and created the One for All Agency, the number of times he was requested for rescue assists tripled overnight.  It wasn’t like he hated his job, in fact, it was the complete opposite.  He loved saving people.  He wanted to be a hero to save people.  He graduated from the hero course of UA for god’s sake!

But being a hero could be a thankless job.  The hours were long, and the resulting paperwork was even longer.  Some missions had him travel from home and he wouldn’t see you for weeks at a time.  The worst mission had him away from home for three months.  He swore to you after that one that he would never do that again.  At least, not without a partner or two.   

He did not want a repeat of what happened when he came back.  Hanta could barely remember it, but you told him that as soon as he entered your home, he was gone.  The image of tears running down your face as he woke up in a hospital bed was something he never wanted to see again. He was unconscious for four days from exhaustion and some infections for some cuts he never properly treated. 

The argument that broke out when you found out that he neglected himself and only focused on others was loud, lengthy, and emotional, on both parts.  It ended with you both crying and finding comfort in the other’s arms.  

That day was forever marked as a dark day that should not be repeated.  Ever.  

But today is a different day.  A difficult one, but one much better than that fateful day. 

As the man approached his destination, a tired smile grew on his face.  It wasn’t his trademark wide grin, but it was a smile that he knew well.   

Today was Self Care Saturday.  And he was not missing it for anything.  

Unlocking the door, a soothing aura filled him.  Your house was always warm and welcoming, something that the two of you planned.  A song he recommended for your playlist could be heard softly from somewhere in the house. The door closed behind him as Hanta removed his debris-caked boots at the doorway.  No one considered cleaning any tracked dirt as self-care. 

“Hanta!  You’re home early!”  Your voice rang from the bedroom.  Before he could respond, you popped your head through the walkway.  Your hair was already tied up and wrapped, having been washed out and deep conditioned.  A small part of him is upset that he wasn’t there to help message your scalp, but he was just happy to see you after a long day.  

“Ready for Self Care Saturday?” You questioned with a small grin on your face.

“Sure am.”  He replied matching your grin with his own.

Like the deity sent from above that you were, you were the one who got him onto Self Care Saturday.  Back after his first midterms in UA, he was struggling.  Failing his first term final exam hit hard.  And constantly being the moral support of his friend group was draining. He didn’t want to know what would have happened if he didn’t find out about self-care days…. 

 Self-care Saturday was planned for every other Saturday since your work schedules barely lined up.  Self-care activities were switched upevery so often so You both were supposed to make time for the entire Saturday this week to destress and relax, but duty calls and your boyfriend left this afternoon to assist Uravity in a rescue downtown.

“Lemme set the bathroom up for you okay?  Just drop your clothes in the hamper.”  Hanta sent a quick thumbs up as you walked to the bathroom.  He couldn’t say no to that.  With a small shrug, he took his time removing each article of clothing.  Setting up the bathroom could take a while and he wanted to give you enough time to and without 

“Bath’s ready for you!”  You give him a quick peck on the cheek as you grab the hamper and take it to be washed. 

Traces of the scent of lavender were in the master bathroom.  It didn’t take a genius to find out that you were in the tub relaxing before he got home.  A selection of bathbombs and bubble baths lined the tub and a new lit candle was placed on the sink. You even laid out a pair of boxers and a spare robe for when he was finished. 

A quick whiff of the candle made him grin. Honey Clementine.  It brought him back to when you bought the candle at the mall.  The picture on the label made you think of him.  He then spent five minutes telling you the difference between oranges and clementines.  The employees were pissed to say the least since you two just stood there and had a mini debate on whether or not oranges and clementines were the same thing.  Thankfully you weren’t kicked out.  Just the thought of that moment lightened his shoulders and made him chuckle. 

You knew him so well. 

After taking a bathbomb he remembered you raving about and throwing it in the tub, he stretched his sore muscles. 

The man used a scarred hand to check the temperature.  That hand was quickly replaced by the rest of his body as he sunk into the tub.  A dip in a warm tub almost made him forget about his day.

“This time was for me.”  

“I deserve to be happy.”  

 “I am doing my best.”’

“And at this moment, I deserve to be stress-free.”

In the beginning, he thought the mantras you kept printed out on your dresser mirror were a bit silly to say out loud.  But the more he said those mantras, the more comfortable he got and he began to believe in them. 

As he got out of the tub and wrapped himself in the robe, the sound of the doorbell caught his attention.  He peeked his head out of the bathroom and smiled at what he heard.  You got some sushi from his favorite delivery place.  With enough soy that he could taste it, but not too much that it would upset his diet.  Hanta could feel the tears building up and quickly blinked them away.  He seriously loved you so much.  The black haired man didn’t realize that he was in the kitchen until he felt you gave him a small hug.  He ate a piece of sushi while you got the face masks.  It wasn’t long until you returned with said masks.  

He choose the dog-shaped charcoal mask while you choose a nice brightening mask that worked overnight.  There was no contest for picking the movie as Princess and the Frog was chosen and your favorite All Might blanket was quickly taken and wrapped around the both of you as the movie began. 

As the movie progressed, it lulled in the background as Hanta turned to face you.  Your face, with the mask hardened and a little drool trailed from your mouth, was illuminated by the screen.  

Sometimes the black haired man felt like he really didn’t deserve you.  Today showed how much you really knew him.  From the bath, to the candle and the food, it just illustrated the years of communication and trust the two of you had built.

“I love you, (Y/N).  I love you so much.”  He knew you were asleep, but swore you grinned a little.

He could not wait until tomorrow, when he would finally give you the ring hidden in his drawer for the past month.

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Author's Notes ♡: Hello hello! Here’s my POCuties collab piece for Valentine’s Day. Even though today sometimes makes me feel unloved please know everyone is deserving of love and even if you don’t have someone this year, you can have me! I love you and so do your favs okay? (✿◠‿◠) ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : none! Just very sweet (a bit of the reader feeling like a burden to tamaki so a touch of sadness here and there)

Word count : 2.1k

Paring(s) : Tamaki Amajiki x F! Reader (fem pronouns)

Enjoy ♡

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Forever // T. Amajiki

Being with Tamaki for a few years taught his lover a lot. She saw more sides of him than most, and it made her heart swell to see the usually quiet boy happy and determined when he accomplished something he was trying for or when he was down she knew just how to cheer him up.

As the day drew on she realised just how much she loved him and how much she wished for him to be home, to give him a big kiss as he came through the door, knowing that his day was long, plagued with paperwork and patrols. Hearing the door open she saw her tall boyfriend enter, hood over his eyes as he let out a sigh, stretching as he felt his body being encased by his girlfriend “Hello butterfly how was your day” His low voice spoke out as she gave him a bright smile “It was nice heaving the day off but i missed you Tama” she pouted as he gave her a chuckle, kissing her forehead “I missed you too, the office was a bore without my adorable secretary” Moving into their shared apartment Tamaki saw food already laid out in front of him “I ran you some bath water too” [ ] called out as she rounded the wall separating the kitchen and living room “Y-you didn't have to do that love im-” A finger silenced his pleas “Let me take care of you okay? You need your rest and i didnt want you to worry about anything coming home except relaxing and cuddling with me okay?” [ ] said as she stood on her tippy toes, kissing the top of his cheek “Tamaki Amajiki we have been doing this for years, won't you please let me love you without trying to outdo me ; you deserve it, you're a wonderful hero, you're my hero and eventually...you'll be our family hero..once we have one..” She trailed off as he stared at her, watching a sadden face appear over her features. Shaking it off as soon as it had appeared she gave him another smile “Its alright. There's no rush, i'm here for the long haul , me and you okay?” she said as she let his face go , heading to the couch “Now go go, hurry up before the food gets cold.” She teased as he gave her a soft look, coming over to kiss her cheek “Okay i wont argue butterfly”

These little things stuck with him, her caring ways, cooking for him, cleaning his office while hed be gone, even doing some of his paperwork while he was on parole. He loved her so much and enjoyed all of the little things here and there she did for him. He ddi the same, and each time made her cry, not out of being upset but for how caring he was to her. Bringing her roses, making sure she didnt have to cook if he could help it, spa days and doing more crafts and bonding with her whenever they could. But he realized while she helped him with so much he felt like he struggled. She struggled with her own issues too, similar to his. Sometimes she felt like she wasnt enough, she had her own anxieties and could get in a sup when she felt inadequate, unlovable and unwanted. But to him, to tamaki he loved everything about her, and she was one of the strongest people he knew. He felt motivated and glad to have her as the one he wished to marry , to have kids with, to start a family. But that also broke his heart when the topic came up she did usually didnt talk much about it, happily making plans but going back on them by saying ‘if i was a good mother’ She didnt want to dissapoint their future kids, didnt want to be a lacking mother or wife. As usual Tamaki came home, but htis time he went past the wonderful smelling food in the kitchen and to their bedroom, his cute girlfriend wrapped up in a blanket “How are you feeling butterfly?” He asked as she gave him a smile, reaching over to hug him “Im oaky! Just a bit overwhelmed is all, im sorry i passed out during the meeting..” She said as she gave him a hurt look before continuing “I shouldve tried harder to stay and present with you i-” Before she could finish he gave her a kiss, stopping her words “You needed rest. Im still surprised you got up to cook, did you at least take a nap love?” He asked as she shook her head , causing him to smile “Good. i love you butterfly and i woudnt change that for the world” he said as she smiled, giving him a hug “I’d hope so” She giggled as he pouted “Never doubt my love for you [ ], no matter what im gonna be here, i promise okay?” he said as she nuzzled the boy, kissing his nose “ And i for you Tamaki”

February came in , the happy couple had started up to take more time off to do more things and enjoy eachothers presence in the month of love. As the days went by Tamaki noticed [ ] was having odd days. From sleeping long hours of the day to just crying randomly, he knee something was wrong. Coming from the store he heard sobbing from their bathroom. Terrified , he tried to enter only feeling the door being locked “[ ] baby whats wrong? Can i come in?” with no response he nervously knocked again. “[ ] please...whats wrong” He pleaded as the door unclicked, showing his still beautiful but tear stained cheeked girl. “T-tama..” She cried as she just jumped into his arms, scaring the indigo haired boy “Baby are you okay?” he asked as she took in a breath before smiling sadly “Y-yeah i am..” She said as he picked her up, taking them into the living room. “I love you..and whatever is making you feel like this..if i can help let me okay?” Tamaki said as [ ] shook her head, placing it into his shoulder as they fell asleep.

Every day from her breakdown Tamaki came to her office with a rose, ate lunch with her and made sure she was hydrated and well. Once the week of valentines day came up, he had his plan set in motion. He had their schedules fixed, the week off for themselves as they did different things. A spa day the first day, a picnic the next, shopping at an expensive store for clothes. Then an art day where they drew (or tried to ) eachother and made art fro and about the other. Once the day of Valentines came however, it was different. It started with them taking a shower together, Tamaki cooking breakfast in bead for [ ] as they talked through the morning. Tamaki told her the outfits they ha gotten the days prior was for tonight which gave [ ] the jitters. She was excited for what her pro hero boyfriend had instore for them. Once they got to the restaurant all eys were on them. [ ]’s long black dress falttereed tamakis white suit and black bow tie. The two of them sat and started to eat, coversating with some fans who so happend to be around thwm. One was a small girl with wide hopeful eyes. She came to the couple with her mom in toe “Im so sorry to interrupt you two, my daughter wouldnt let mt husband and me rest until she came over to you guys” the wmoan laughed, causing bothe members to smile “Hello there how are you?” Tamaki asked the girl as she stepped from behind her mother “ H-hi my name is Shiemi a-and i really like you suneater!” The small girl said , causing [ ] , Tamaki and her mom to smile “Why thank you Shiemi, i hope im a good hero for you” Tamaki responded as the little girl shook her head “The best! Youre so cool. A-and your wife is pretty like mama! I like you dress miss suneater” The girl said , causing [ ] to stutter as she sipped her water “O-oh why thank you Shiemi but Im-” before she could continue she saw her boyfriend give the woman and her daughter a wide smile “She is, inst she?” He said as he turned to [ ] , moving from his chair “Tama what are you-” [ ] asked again as he leaned to the little girls ear , then to the mothers as they both gave him a smile, the woman happily shaking her head as her daughter followed the hero. Confused, [ ] watched as he picked the little girl up, putting her atop of the bar table “Hey everyone! Suneater has an announcement!” she yelled as most people turned around or to the table in the middle of the room, watching and smiling at the energetic child and pro hero “In fact I do, [ ] would you mind standing?” Tamaki asked as she gave him a wide eyed look, standing as he gave her a smile, extending and hand to her as she joined his side

“H-hey guys , as you know um..this si my lovely girlfriend and partner [ ]” He started as she gave everyone in the room a wary smile, her face feeling hot as he continued “ Ive known her for years, and weve been dating for some of those, she's seen me through thick and thin, helped me out in a pinch and made me feel like the strongest man alive, well next to almight…” he whispered as some of the people laughed, more paying them attention “And through all of this….i could think of a more beautiful and right person to spend the rest of my life with” And with the the young child handed the now kneeling man a ring as some whooped and hollered, others recording as both [ ] and the girls mother had tears in their eyes “[ ] [ ], the love of my life, my butterfly, i couldnt think of a more beautiful person inside and out to be with, will you give me the honor and make me the happiest man on this earth to be my wife?” He asked as the ring was revealed, diamond glistening as his own tear filled eyes looked to hers. Thinking her voice would fail her she shook her head yes, causing the room to yell as she had her ring put on her finger , jumping to hug her standing fiance as they hugged and cried, video of the engagement spreading as he thought to himself ‘I can now have my family, my endless love with you my dear butterfly’

As their wedding came , all of their friends and family came, including the new found friends of the young Shiemi and her parents. The ceremony went though flawlessly, Shiemi being their flower girl as the newlyweds ran down the easel , heading for their limo as they herded for the reception. The family spoke on how happy they were from their marriage, friends giving their comments on how they knew the couple would get married as the couple laughed at some stories and comments about their relationship. The night ended with so much love and joy for the new couple, startint their life together\

Two years went by before valentines day came again, three years to the day he had proposed arrived. Happily and ready to celebrate Tamaki woke up to his wife missing, hearing her fumble in the bathroom. Heading to the room he was shocked to she her in a disarray , eyes foggy as she met his “Tama...i have a surprised” She said as her teras fell down her face. Confused and still a bit tired , he gave her a look as she handed him a blue and while stick. The word pregnant snapped him awake as more tears started to fall, handing him two and three more all with the same small but powerful word “Im..gonna be a dad?” He asked as she smiled, shaking her head as she hugged the trembling girl “T-tama i'm gonna be a mom..what if i'm not good enough…” She sobbed as he cooed her, kissing her lips as his tears fell with hers “You're gonna be great Butterfly, i promise, you're gonna be so so great” He said as his heart swelled feeling her lips against his ‘This...This is forever , a love i wished for...and i couldn't have asked for more of a way to live my life...i love you butterfly’

[grandtorinaa]

Megumi Pride Icons for the @bnhapocuties collab!

viltiligo ver.

Happy pride everyone💖💖💖

[chocoboba]

You’re The Best Part || Asahi Azumane

A/n: Boom, a second collab post for POCuties, this time it’s a Haikyuu playlist! Asahi is such a sweetie so I hope yall like it! seriously this is just pure fluff 🥺💕 Its pretty short but I hope you in enjoy!

Based of of: Best Part by H.E.R

Through the blinds, the early morning sunrise slowly peeked its way into the bedroom. The rays of sunlight warmed your face as your eyes fluttered open, squinting to get used to the newfound light source. You shifted in bed as the body next to you did as well, a strong arm holding you, sleep still overtaking him.

You looked over your shoulder seeing your loving fiance, Asahi Azumane. 

Both of you had moved into an apartment together after he proposed to you a year ago. He’s a successful apparel designer, which meant your residence was at the heart of Tokyo, closer to his job. You on the other hand worked as a manager for the company's shareholder. This essentially means that you both didn't really have a lot of time together, and there were even times where he had to go overseas. Though it was hard, it finally came to a point where he could stay home now.

On the other hand, it was quite rare to see one another still sleeping when getting up in the morning. A lot of the time you or him would already be gone, just giving a good morning when you saw each other at work.

“Asahi..?” You called out to him tiredly.

The only response given was another snore. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile before fully turning over. His hair was scattered on the pillow and his face. He was snoring softly, and his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“Asahi?~.....” You said again, poking his cheek gently. This gesture finally garnered a reaction from him as his eyes slowly peeked open, adjusting to light. “Hm?”

Nestling your head on his broad chest, you spoke again, “Shouldn’t you be up already?”

Eyes closed again, Asahi breathed in your natural scent as he nuzzled his chin onto your head. “I could say the same to you.” He rubbed your back gently. “I guess we both slept in huh?” 

“That’s new for us, but I’m not complaining.”

“Me neither.”

The sun continued to rise, and both of you basked in the sunlight’s warmth, and the warmth of each other. 

“F/n,” he said quietly, as if trying to get your attention, to which you hummed in response. Asahi cradled you closer to his chest even more. “I love you, so much,” he said.

“I know,” You say.

“You're supposed to say it back too,” he muttered, while you smiled to yourself. You looked up to see his beautiful brown eyes.

“I love you too…you big teddy bear.” 

He chuckles, and it reverberates through his chest like a soft buzz next to your ear.

“...We’re going to have to go to work at some point, you know?” Your fingers ran through his chocolate colored hair.

“Just a few more minutes...” he trailed off.

“I can work with that.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, and pulled back smiling.

[peachyblkdemonslayer]

Storge

Familiar Love

"Mina has been through a lot in her life. The loss of mentors and civilians she couldn't control, the constant attacks from villans in spaces where she was suppose to be safe. And the adults around letting her down or not even doing anything at all to stop the trauma she and her friends had been though. But at that moment when she felt her daugther kick her to let her know that she was there and she would need her forever she knew the feeling of overwhelming love for the baby that resided in her womb.

(Description: A picture of the character Ashido Mina from Bnha in her early to mid 20s sitting in a dark room with two windows. She an black woman with pink skin and hair with two horns coming from her head. She has a lax smile on her face and her eyes close with a hand on her pregnant belly. She's wearing a blue tank top with purple spots on it with a purple shawl on she has two pillows on one side and one pillow on the other.)

[raichijin]

⋆͛♡⋆͛ the hangover; mirio edition.  ❥ a one-shot.

━━━━━ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. (tba)

preface; writing this was honestly so painful. a testatment to why i should never 1.) do collabs ever 2.) write long things. i am drained.

word count; 5k words.

starring; mirio, mina, shinsou, denki, unnamed boyfriend.

summary; after your boyfriend forgets about your anniversary, you spend some time with friends to forgive and forget about what happened. then it gets worse.

warnings; reader gets called some nasty names towards the end of the fic. watch out for that.

you were supposed to be spending this weekend with your boyfriend. at a resort, poolside, on vacation, or on a beach, or where ever he’d fancy peeling off the nice (read: expensive) swimsuit he’d gotten you for your five year anniversary.

he was kind, is kind, but not as committed to your relationship as he was to his job. not even a call as the clock struck midnight, almost an hour past your reservation, but a text the morning after with a short apology, and the sudden announcement that he’d be working late. again. you didn’t cry. wouldn’t, because shedding tears would cause a mess and a headache, and self-doubt is what’s tucking you in at night, telling you that maybe for tonight, tomorrow and the day after your feelings don’t matter.

cause his job is the one keeping you afloat. (your interest in the arts is cute, to him; like a hobby. nothing you could stay afloat with. it’s too risky, he insists, so to you, it became nothing. to others? it became offhand remarks at his high-end office parties. a joke to your in-laws. a breathed sigh of relief from your parents.) so more time is what’s best for the both of you.

that has to be it.

your friends figure out something might be wrong when you go ghost for days, bordering on a week.

you mention how it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re by yourself as you are, but they don’t buy it. say you need to loosen up, take a vacation of your own even when you say you don’t need it because you’re not working, give you sharp glares whenever you object. you don’t know why you thought you had a choice in the matter — especially when mina’s sugar mommy gives her enough money to afford 2 full suites at one of the most expensive hotels in the area.

denki also tags along, just cause, and brings his boyfriend; shinsou, with him.

if they know what’s going on, they never mention it. 

and it’s a little easier to cope that way.

you dip your toes, ease yourself into the night, before you’re being pulled into the deep end and your mind’s been left at the door, but your body is having a field day.

you should’ve blacked out two margaritas ago.

you think you did.

you’re too drunk to recall all of the rash decisions you made, or whether or not you maxed your credit card, but you’ve must’ve gotten separated from your friends somewhere along the way, because when you wake up, you are distinctly not in your bed, not in a tastefully decorated room, not in a hotel.

and mina, shinsou, denki? unless they’re in the adjacent room, they’re not here with you either. you’re still in your clothes from last night. your shirt is missing a button and you don’t have your shoes on, but beyond that, you’re perfectly fine.

a scraggly bed head lies next to you, who is, notably, more nude than you are.

he has no shirt. no shoes. no pants. his blonde hair is unruly and you’re so shocked you actually start to wake up. your eyes widen and you’re sitting up so fast you’re a bit dizzy from the sudden motion.

the room is spinning and you feel sick, the headache behind your eyes making you want to grind your molars into dust. and just as quickly as you sat up, you lay back down; shaking the bed with the force. the guy next to you isn’t as heavy of a sleeper as you hoped, though. he blinks open tired eyes, showing you the most exquisite navy blue, and the little bit of drool dripping down his chin might’ve been cute if he wasn’t a complete stranger.

though you can’t stave off the creeping anxiety, the silence as he comes to his senses doesn’t feel wrong, and you’re more confused than scared.

he rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm, and gives you a criminally bright smile, and though his voice is wrecked when he says “...g’morning, sunshine.”, you doubt yours sounds much better. 

the nickname makes you feel fuzzy, if only for a second.

“i, uh … good morning?” you sound awkward, but the guy manages to find humor in your predicament when he chuckles gently, sitting up without so much as a second thought. you can see more of his body when he does so, and when his hand comes up to ruffle his hair, you can catch the glint of a silver band, resting on his ring finger. 

then everything clicks into place.

did you cheat? was he cheating?

all of the things you’d been beating yourself up over settle thick over top like smoke clouds and a raging fire. you feel like you’re suffocating, and don’t realize you’re freaking out until a strong hand is wrapping around yours, which, in your panic, you squeeze.

you spot a matching ring on your hand, that you know for a fact wasn’t there before,

and you think that’s when you pass out.

you wake up (again) to a room with tacky but charming decor, the smell of breakfast, and considerably less of a headache than what you started with. now more lucid, with the strength in your body to walk and think, your first priority is finding your phone. you tap your pockets, check the bedside drawer and tables, under your pillow, in the cracks of the bed, under the bed.

no cigar. you’re digging through miscellaneous memorabilia, trinkets and clothes that aren’t yours for at least a minute before the guy you were laid up in bed with comes back to just to see you picking through the corners of his bedroom, banana in hand.

he stands in the doorway and clears his throat. he has clothes on this time, pants. “you’re awake? are you feeling any better?”

you startle, straighten your back and stand upright, your arms falling to your sides. “um, kind of. i — have you seen my phone?”

he shakes his head, offers you the banana. “you should have this though! it’ll fix that hangover, i think.”

“i … thanks.” standing and eating a banana in someone else’s bedroom is certainly … a time.

“i made some breakfast,” he says when you’re halfway finished, “if you want some.” he ends with a smile, and you feel those 3 shots of serotonin go straight to your brain.

granted, you shouldn’t be that happy.

he takes the lead and turns around, leading you down a narrow hallway into a quaint kitchenette with a lovely beach view and all the good summer vibes condensed into a single, small room. it makes your heart hurt even more when you realize you have someone home, someone expecting you to come back.

to a hollow apartment, a cold bed, a lukewarm welcome.

you have to force your brain to be quiet to even hear a fraction of what blondie is saying.

“alcohol basically just dehydrates you. the potassium stops that, gets you all your minerals and stuff back. i heard it works with beer, so i was thinking it works for other stuff too!” he sounds so chipper that it brings your mood up just to hear his voice.

so bold and sure, warm and kind.

“but if it doesn’t clear up in 30 minutes, i have some advil i can give you! don’t want you having a headache all day now.” he’s sitting you down at his small table and sliding some pancakes in front of you, some orange juice. eating feels like a chore, but you know you have to, or that you should try at least.

while you push around your food, blondie chatters away, and even if you just met, he has you entranced by the way he speaks. smooth like the butter on his toast as his stories flow effortlessly into one another, how easily he can chat you up is amazing; getting you from gentle chuckles to full blown belly laughter before you can get your first bite in.

there’s lulls in the conversation if you count the moments he takes to actually eat, but he keeps you on your toes with his personal anecdotes, and questions about yourself, forcing you out of your shell, little by little.

the thought of your boyfriend pushed back into the depths of your mind.

until you broach the topic of your friends.

you learn quickly that he’s a good listener, completely silent unless prompted, asking questions or making jokes only when you’re finished speaking. when he asks, you tell him about the ones that got you here, shinsou, denki and mina.

his eyes flash momentarily, a look of recognition, or maybe understanding, passing over him. he hums gently, head swaying as he does so.

“they’re a little rough around the edges but they’re like family, you know?”

“i get what you mean. they were very nice when i met them. especially at our wedding!” he sips his coffee.

“i — are you alright? you’re choking!” that you are. the guilt you felt when you first woke up and the rising panic ram into your gut like a freight train, and suddenly, you don’t want to eat anymore.

"what do you mean we're married?" you rub small circles into your forehead as this idyllic morning goes right back to being cruel hell. 

"yesterday, at the chapel," he twists his wedding ring with warm familiarity that makes your stomach churn. "i can't really believe it myself, like maybe we were meant to be? i know the universe works in strange ways like that."

you're sorry to burst his bubble, but you save the happily ever afters for fairy tales, not real life.

you pinch your forehead and heave an exasperated sigh.

"i have a boyfriend." you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to seek lost comfort. "and we don't know each other to begin with. can't even remember your name, i was so drunk."

you cradle your face in your palms, feel his stare bore into the top of your head.

"togata." you perk up.

“what?”

“my name. it’s togata. mirio togata.” 

“oh.” you rub your cheeks, pull them back with the heels of your palms.

“that’s a nice name.” an uncomfortable silence washes over you both before someone speaks up. mirio.

“so what do you want to do?”

you answer a little bit too fast in response. “i don’t know. i … i should call my friends. i still need to find my phone—” you stand up, ignore the onslaught of nausea, and look around the kitchen.

“help me look? and then … and then we can figure out all the other details later.” mirio carries both your plates to the sink, and busies himself with dishes for a brief moment, allowing you to find the bathroom nook and reorient yourself. you fix yourself up a bit, straighten out your shirt and fix your hair up. no time to take a shower.

you cup a hand in front of your mouth, breathe and sniff. eugh. 

“hey, uh, togata; got an extra toothbrush?” his heart might’ve lept when you called him by his given name.

“um! yeah!” rushing water obscures his voice a bit, but if he shouts he’s loud enough to hear. “check under the sink? i should have some there.”

“thanks.”

you rummage around in his cabinets, and in that time he’s managed to clean up the leftover food and put a shirt on. 

your phone having gotten lost or being stolen becomes more of a possibility the longer you think about it. you doubt you came back to his house to do anything but sleep. how many places could you have dropped it? you come out of the bathroom to mirio sitting back at the kitchenette table, holding his phone in his hand.

“hey togata … do you think you can call me?”

“i mean, sure, but i don’t know if i have your number...”

your anxiety makes you a bit snippy even when you don’t mean to be rude, but you can apologize when you get your phone back.  ”just give it to me then. i’ll do it.”

it rings a few times before someone picks up, which is a step up from going to voicemail, and the situation goes from okay to great when the croaky voice of shinsou answers, worn out and tired, but awake enough to make a greeting.

he says you’re not here to pick up the phone right now, you interrupt and say that this is you, and that you just borrowed togata’s phone to figure out where yours was.

“togata? who?” 

“my, my um. husband.” gingerly said, you can see mirio tense up in the corner of your eye.

“oh,” someone’s snickering away from the mic. denki probably. you can’t help but roll your eyes. “mirio?” you’re upset that he can remember his name but you couldn’t. “how is he?” you shoot mirio a look, he gives you a thumbs up.

“good. so, uh, where are you guys?”

two hours away. they’re two hours away by car and mirio’s pickup truck is exactly what you’d expect from him. it’s big, beat up, it’s blue, and it’s his pride and joy, even if it’s slow to start up. if anything, it feels a bit humbling to hear the low hum of the buzzing engine. brings you back down to reality, out of the lap of luxury.

reminds you of the way mirio laughs with his whole chest. that gentle, rumbling purr.

you’re sinking into the crunchy leather seat with a groan, then a laugh from togata; to which you swat at him. you give him the address so he can set it up with his gps, and get going. he messes it up a bit and then it’s your turn to laugh, much to his displeasure. he blushes from the embarrassment, and you pat his shoulder, still chuckling. it feels natural. waking up together. having breakfast together. unofficial road trip to meet back up with your friends because you got blackout drunk and are 100 miles away.

oh, right. you sigh softly and mirio looks over, thinking to comfort you by turning on the radio, greeted by soft pop and slow guitars.

the silence carries.

fifteen minutes into the drive, he thinks to ask about your boyfriend.

“what’s he like?” togata drums his fingers on the wheel with an air of anxiety almost, though you can’t imagine why he would be — unless he thinks you won’t react well to his question. you don’t mind however, and sate his curiosity without as much as a glance.

“oh, he’s nice,” your statement lacks the enthusiasm you’d expect when someone talks about their significant other. it seems sincere, yet exhausted.

“buys me whatever i want, when i want it, loves his job to death, and … we were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary this week.” dejection is visible in the way you slouch your shoulders, interest waning. mirio can’t help but exercise a little concern, filling in the gaps while he’s at it..

“and you couldn’t, because you came here?” you shake your head.

“what? no. i came here because he was too busy, and my friends thought i could still have some fun on my own. his job is important to him.”

“and your relationship isn’t?” your eyes narrow, glaring at him from the passenger's seat.

“the fuck’s that supposed to mean mirio?” 

“well, an anniversary is supposed to be more important than some job— don’t you think he should just take a day off? it wouldn’t hurt.” you lean against the car door, shoulder propping your head up as you peer out the window.

“i mean, i guess. but he’s keeping us afloat, so i can’t really complain.” togata’s eyebrows shoot up.

his tone is incredulous. “what, you don’t work?”

seeing you cringe away out of the corner of his eye is what makes him back track almost immediately.

“i’m so sorry! i’m — wow, that was completely out of line,” your embarrassment lessens when he apologizes, and you inhale sharply. 

“don’t worry. it’s, it’s fine.” you can’t help the way your fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, gnawing the inside of your cheeks, afraid of getting laughed at. mirio wouldn’t laugh at you, would he? 

“i, i used to make music. i was in a band in highschool, actually.” though mirio’s forced to keep his eyes on the road lest you two crash, you can see the way his smile reaches his ears, the silent ‘wow’ of awe making your cheeks heat up. high brow company doesn’t have much use for your talents unless it’s the violin, or something else that fits their lame-ass agenda. your bass chills in the back of your closet, a relic of the past, but a neat decoration.

you shake your head, too caught up in your own train of thought that you didn’t realize togata was speaking.

“i’m sorry, what’d you say?”

“oh! i was just curious, i asked if you sing?” you snort, then full on laugh, though mirio doesn’t seem to get the joke.

“oh, hell no. i don’t have the voice for it, nor the patience to do vocal training. i just played bass! thought it was easier than guitar because it only had 4 strings. i was wrong. maybe i could … show you sometime? i mean, it’s been a while, but i think i remember a few songs: have you heard of seven nation army?”

you talk with mirio about music at length, and learn that he’s a pretty big enthusiast himself and while he’s never played an instrument, he’s been interested in learning guitar. he brings up your band, and the memories of your senior year come flooding back; mina and denki convincing you to audition, your stage fright, recruitment later in spite of it. 

mirio can see the stars in your eyes when you speak, speaking so animatedly with clear adoration at the topic at hand, and he starts getting a creeping suspicion that back where you’re from, you don’t get to talk about this as nearly as much as you like. he realizes in the same breath that he doesn’t mind indulging you. he participates enough so you don’t feel like you’re chatting his ear off, but quiet enough to hear you fill in the empty space.

the way your hands move as you tell stories is adorable and so is your enthusiasm, he could hear you ramble for hours and never get bored. and he nearly does, it’s been an hour and you’re still talking — but then you take a breath, and apologize for no good reason.

he squints at you, confused.

“what’re you apologizing for?”

“i’ve been talking waaaaay too much. i’ve barely heard a word out of you for the last thirty minutes!”

“i thought you were having fun! i know i liked listening. besides, it looks like that you don’t get to talk enough about the stuff you enjoy. i’m willing to listen, so talk all you want!” the assumption makes you furrow your brow, and you hate that you feel like he’s right. 

your boyfriend either talks about his job, your friends, his parents, or nothing at all. no interest in music. no time for it. your friends enjoy reminiscing on occasion, but you don’t speak enough to them to get all nostalgic.

it’s … nice that he takes your feelings into consideration. you smile to yourself, saying nothing in response.

“we’re getting closer to the hotel — it’s 30 minutes away now.” it gets quiet again, before all the sounds you hear are the other cards and the slow hum of low volume music you’d forgotten about, coming from the radio. you turn towards the window to take in the scenery while mirio catches glimpses of you in his periphery, surprised at how adorable you look, doing even the most mundane of things.

mirio couldn’t remember much from the night before, well, can’t remember anything that wasn’t you. you weren’t completely out of it when you met him, but he could’ve misjudged, considering he wasn’t quite in his right mind either. didn’t know if it was the alcohol that made you so bold, but everything about you was so charming. 

from something as simple as your smile to how easily you chatted him up, despite his tendency to be a tad overbearing, you would take him and his attitude in stride. running around town, dipping in and out of nightclubs with your friends close behind, getting kicked out of said clubs, dancing and laughing together in another—

he huffs, pouting to himself. your boyfriend was so damn lucky.

he steps on the gas and starts going a little faster. you don’t seem to mind.

the rest of the trip was silence, and it wasn’t until he parked and stepped out of the car and said something.

“wow.” he whistles, low and long, until you pinch his arm to stop from attract the stares of passerby. “you guys could afford this? gosh. that’s like, three of my paychecks, maybe.” you chortled as he helped you out, quick to clear up any confusion.

“not me,” you walked in the lobby with him, going straight to the elevators after checking in with the front desk. “i could barely afford it! mina’s … uhm, girlfriend, paid for a room for all of us.” he arches a brow at the emphasis on girlfriend, but if he has any objections, he holds his peace.

“mmh. wonder what it’s like to be rich.” 

you laugh as you’re carried up a few floors, specifically to the more expensive suites, at least 12 floors up. “me too dude! mina is lucky.”

you’re barely knocking on the room door before denki is throwing it open and screeching, ushering you both in. they remember mirio from last night, which is upsetting, considering they don’t remember anything else: not how you got to mirio’s house, not how they got back home. not how they found your phone in the bathroom either, apparently.

“speaking of bathrooms, i’m gonna take a shower. keep mirio company, i guess." 

you have to look through your luggage for a change of clothes, and find your phone on your bed in your room, charging and you don’t think about going through it until after you’re clean.

coming back to nearly forty notifications from your boyfriend wasn’t on the agenda, and quite frankly, might’ve been a sign. some were calls but most were all lower case texts, each more foreboding than the last. holding your towel up with one hand, you scroll through your messages with the other.

 what the fuck is wrong with you?

 who the hell is this guy?

beneath it, a video of you and togata. your pupils dilate, and a deeply rooted sense of dread clutches your heart. it looks like a screen recording off of denki’s instagram account, of you two dancing. not overtly scandalous, but too close for comfort.

have you been cheating on me? 

for how long

how desperate are you? i say i have a business trip and you take it as an excuse to slut it up somewhere else?

you’re fucking pathetic.

heart slowly sinking, threatening to beat out of your chest, you can’t find it in you to scroll through the rest. you barely have pants on before you’re calling him up, frenzied and feeling out of breath. the phone barely rings twice before you’re going to voicemail and hearing the beeping tone. 

fuck. fuck fuck fuck.

you hang up, and try again.

this time, he picks up on the first dial tone.

“baby?” you nearly yell into the microphone, while the other end remains silent.

“what is it.” his voice is hollow, not even asking a question; rather making a statement. you choke on your words, are quiet for a few seconds at most before he’s barking at you. “i don’t have all day. i’m busy.”

“t-that video. it wasn’t, it wasn’t anything—” something slams in the background that makes you flinch, and he takes it as a good opportunity to cut you off.

“so the wedding wasn’t shit either? the way he was holding you, looking at you like that, like some lovesick fucking puppy?”

“w-what? what’re you talking about honey? it’s nothing like that—”

“don’t get fucking cute with me. i’ve seen the photos. that girl mina doesn’t know how to not publicize your life.” you feel like dying. 

“i knew i should’ve never settled for you.”

“you don’t mean that—”

“shut the fuck up.” there’s more shuffling on his end, a deep sigh. you’re too shaken to speak. “i wasted so much on you. gave you a house, a home, just for you to repay the favor by being a two-bit whore, sit on your ass all day and complain, and waste my time with those stupid fucking hobbies of yours.” what’s more terrifying is that his voice doesn’t wane or waver. he means it.

“... honey, please. please just let me explain!” you hadn’t even noticed the tears until you’re wiping them off your cheeks, your sniffling getting louder until you’re full on sobbing.

“there’s nothing left to explain. get your shit out by tuesday. we’re done.”

the line goes dead after that.

you don’t realize how much time has passed since you went to go shower initially, only that it’s been a while, considering how urgently mina starts knocking on the door.

“baby, are you alright? you’ve been in there for half an hour!” you can’t find it in you to respond. all it results in is choking on your own words, coughing and sobbing and tears and this fucking headache.

you don’t want to be seen.

mina announces that she’s coming in, and conversation behind the door quiets down until you can’t hear it anymore. just your own thoughts. she opens it and finds you in the corner, your knees to your chest while you’re just barely dressed, hair soaking wet. crying feebly until she rushes over and asks what happened.

you show her your phone. the texts.

she wraps her arm around your back and helps you up. hands you a towel so you can finish drying yourself off, and picks out some clothes for you to wear. when she turns around, she’s greeted by the concerned faces of your friends. mirio.

her face morphs from a look of concern to pure rage.

“what the fuck!?” she all but snatches your phone away from you, to which you pull your hands back and cradle you legs again. “who the fuck does this asshole think he is?” she looks down at you just then, and sees the red in your eyes, the tear tracks that stain your cheeks and a few drops dripping off your chin. you need your help more than you need her rage and half hearted insults. 

“you yelled.” shinsou states plainly. “is everything alright?” mina approaches them and ushers everyone out, closing the door, presumably to give you some privacy.

you dress slowly, the few minutes feeling like an eternity before you’re reaching for the door handle, clean and feeling like shit, for different reasons other than a hangover.

when you emerge from your room, mirio gives you a hug.

a hug that you melt into. one that you weren’t expecting but squeeze him back just as hard, tears that didn’t quite make it out seeping into the spot where you press into his shirt. his arms are comforting and strong, rubbing and patting your back gently, until the room is silent beyond your heartbeat and your sniffles, your friends milling about in the background.

“he said i have to move out.” your fingers dig into togata’s shirt. “pack up all my stuff and leave but i don’t know where i’m supposed to go—”

there’s a smaller hand patting your back when mina speaks up.

“d-don’t worry.” you can feel her hugging you too, a special warmth blooming in your chest. 

“we’ll figure something out.”

while you’re leaving the hotel, mina makes a call to her girlfriend camie to explain the situation, and by the time you’re back in mirio’s pick up, she said that camie offered to rent you an apartment in her name. the earliest she can get it was by monday, so she offered to let you spend the night for a couple days as well. denki says that he and shinsou could help you with things around the house: shopping, redecorating, etc.

togata is the one who offers to help you get your stuff. you arrange the date for monday, actually exchange phone numbers, and meet up at 8.

it makes sense; his car has enough space in the back, you don’t have much of your own stuff, but you nearly regret accepting the offer in the first place. something about moving out with your … husband in tow doesn’t sit well with you. almost seems like it’s too soon. 

but mirio’s charming enough to make the whole ordeal seem less like a fever dream. you’re beaming at him by the time you’re all done, laughing and smiling and so infectiously happy. by the time you both wind down you’re out of breath, wheezing in the front seats of the car.

he smiles fondly at you.

you can feel your cheeks heat as you return the sentiment.

then both of you are back on the road. the musics louder this time, and you get to show him how shitty you sing; which he insists isn’t so bad after all. it’s after twenty minutes of this that you’re suddenly struck by the irony of it all. 

“i can’t believe our first date with you was me moving out of my exes apartment.” mirio chokes on his spit, cheeks bleeding red as he does a double take, eyes flitting from the road, back to you, back to the road.

“wait.”

“that was our date?”

𝔱 𝔞 𝔤 𝔩 𝔦 𝔰 𝔱 ;  @mitsusuri​ @okayshin​ @tamasoft

[cocoacinna]

butterflies. // izuku midoriya

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happy secret santa @peachyblkdemonslayer !!! i hope u enjoy this sndndndndnfn

they say if you confess to your lover under a cherry blossom tree on a friday, they’re guaranteed to accept your feelings.

midoriya kept that myth in the back of his mind as he opened the new pack of stationary paper. as he wrote,

“Dear Reyna,”

he reflected on his earlier years.

“R-reyna!!” he called out to her, as she exited her ending class. she turned to where she heard her name and smiled. “zuku!!” she shouted. she charged towards him and entrapped him in a comforting hug. midoriya felt his heart thrash and thump in his chest. he reached to place a hand on her waist but hesitated. she pulled away from midoriya and beamed at him.

“how were your classes zuku?”

he gazed at her with an unknown emotion. over the months they had got closer and closer but midoriya couldn’t exactly recognize what this emotion was.

But when Reyna pulled away and smiled at him with such cheerfulness, he knew what it was.

Love.

snapping back from his memories, midoriya noticed he hadn’t wrote anything yet. he sighed nervously and chewed on the tip of his pen. he wanted to make sure that he expressed how he felt as accurately as possible. he fidgeted with the pen in his hand and thought.

When exactly did these feelings come into fruition?

Midoriya knew that he had felt a certain way around her for a long time but he finally recognized it was love when he recalled that fond memory.

And now he knew what to write.

Midoriya began to write the first words of his letter.

“Dear Reyna,

‘We’ve been friends for quite a while, since the beginning of our days at UA. You were always by my side,

“Zuku!” Reyna shouted in as she ran into Recovery Girl’s office. midoriya felt his heart tremble when she used that special nickname for him.

“r-reyna! hey!! did recovery girl let you in??” he asked.

she huffed. “yeah she did. you can’t keep abusing your body with this quirk of yours, zuku. you’re worrying me.”

he felt his cheeks burn and avoided her gaze. “y-yeah i know, but I have to get better at using it reyna..”

a soft smile spread across her face. “i know, zuku.”

‘Always concerned about me, checking on me to see if I was okay everytime I would wreck my body. Everytime I would see you I got this feeling in my chest. I thought maybe it was because I was still getting to know you, because it’s been there since the beginning. But as I look back on our time together,’

‘I realized,’

Something fell on the letter.

‘It was butterflies.’

midoriya reached to his eye.

‘Butterflies because I love you. dearly.’

he was crying.

*

the sky was blistering with reds, oranges and yellows as the sun began its fast process of setting. midoriya sat underneath the cherry blossom tree with the letter tucked in his pocket. fiddling with his fingers nervously as he scanned for the recipient of the letter, his heart jumped as he spotted her. she was looking for the tree, and when she spotted it, she waved at midoriya with a smile.

that same smile he fell in love with.

she made her way to the hill that the cherry tree was on and took her time on the steep slope. midoriya felt his cheeks burn anxiously. actually, his whole body felt hot. he arose from the ground dusted himself off as Reyna approached him.

“zuku! what did you wanna show me?” her eyes shone with curiosity.

midoriya exhaled and shook his hands out to hype himself up. he took the letter out of his pocket and held it out to her with both hands, and closed his eyes shut.

he felt her fingertips brush against his hand as she plucked the envelope from his hands. she looked at the envelope in admiration. it was well decorated, and had a cute pink heart sticker sealing it. reyna peeled the sticker off and took the letter out of the envelope. as she unfolded the letter she began to read the first few words of it.

when her eyes reached the bottom of the letter her mouth parted in shock. her hands dropped to her sides as she stood there, staring. midoriya slowly but surely looked up to make eye contact with her and gasped.

“reyna why are you crying-“

he stared at her with awe. she was crying and smiling. she held her hands out, waiting for his to accompany hers. he placed his hands in hers, smiling back at her. as they both leaned in, midoriya knew this one thing was certain.

That she had loved him too.

[thermaflute]

Forever Together

a/n: Ahhhhhhh this is my first collab with the BNHA POCuties and I hope I did alright. Fun fact about me: I’ve never actually been to a wedding so I was a bit all over trying to figure this out. Despite all the rewriting I did on this I still had a ton of fun on it and it made me realize I need to write more fluff. Please give my buddies works a read here, everyone worked super hard on this collab!

Synopsis: It wasn’t easy for either of you to admit that love wasn’t an awful emotion, it was even harder to confess that maybe you felt love for each other. The real challenge however, was getting the two of you to say the two simple words that would bind your complicated selves forever.

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Your hands jittered against your dress, tears threatening to form behind your eyes. The mirror in front of you revealed absolute decadence, your dress was a marvelous white, lace trimmings all around. Your usual hairstyle now in its natural state, you looked gorgeous. But your insides churned with intimidation. It was going to be a small wedding, yet you felt as if there were a sea of people out there, waiting to see you. You feared they’d be able to tell that you were scared. 

You two had started talking about marriage a long time ago. Well, rather how you detested it. You two were friends in high school, you were in general studies, and he was in the hero course. He often came to you about his problems because he needed a perspective from someone out of the hero loop. He was a bit aloof but you never seemed to mind, and you two surprisingly connected well into your second year. That day’s conversation started over some left over cake from a group project you had, you mentioned your preferred cake, he mentioned his. You stated that if it were up to you your wedding cake would be f/c, if marriage was your thing at all. He agreed with you, and you both confided that you thought love was a joke that led nowhere. Love was a finicky pursuit that would inevitably end in disappointment and heartbreak.

That disappointment never came. Neither of you were proud to admit it, but the two of you started to feel...things...for each other. It wasn’t immediate, it was slow and gradual. You went to college, he joined the Hero workforce, and neither of you stopped caring for each other. He made time to visit your dorm, and when you could, you would bring him lunch at his office. He always made room for you, and you always made room for him. That’s just what friends do.

Except, friendship was a boundary that was quickly dissolving. You found yourself yearning for his presence and days that he couldn’t make it felt so unnatural. His conversations with you would make you smile beyond your face, and you found yourself addicted to hearing his laughter. He was kinda beautiful, oddities and all. You despised the nervous feeling you began to get around him, so you decided to be honest. 

“I mean, where the fuck did he get the idea that I wanted to study with him like? First of all, you worry about you, second, you not finna catch me getting an F for your dumbass like you’re not even cute.” Shoto didn’t respond, he simply stared at you with a small smile, and you quickly realized that you were ranting. “Ah I’m sorry for ranting, how was your day?” 

“You’re fine, I like hearing about your day. However, to answer your question, it was alright. It got better when I saw you though.”

Your eyes quickly glanced at him before looking away and you feigned a joking attitude. “Ha, you do miss me, I thought you forgot about me the second you walked out the door.”

He eyed you, clearly missing the joke, “I could never y/n, I think about you everyday.” There was nothing for a few seconds but the sound of laughter in the hallway and a poorly managed club screaming outside. “I didn’t mean to say it like that.” It came out very harshly.

“Oh you’re fine, I knew what you meant.” You looked away for a minute, the tension getting worse. You had to end this  “I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I may have caught some feelings for you Shoto.” 

He frowned at you and your blanket that was wrapped around him caught on fire. He quickly put it out and glared at you, “You...You make me feel sick y/n.” He left, leaving you with a burnt blanket and a pitiful sadness. For nearly two weeks, he avoided you, making sure to leave you on delivered and telling reception to not allow you up. The truth was, he felt the same, and he knew he made a mistake when he told you that, but he genuinely had no clue how to tell you he was interested in you without it sounding like a curse on your life.

You were unavoidable, the fact you two didn’t accidentally cross paths until the cafe was astounding. So much of your interest and favorite spots combined so it was inevitable that he would run into you again. You saw him sitting alone at the usual table and decided that if he was going to ignore you, he was going to have to give you a proper response first. You sat in front of him, immediately startling him. He quickly grabbed his things and mumbled an apology underneath his breath.  

"Wait! I know how you feel about all that, trust me I'm not happy either but I just wanted to be honest. You’re really important to me, and it’s nearly impossible for me to fall for someone but you made it in. I don’t regret liking you either, because you’re genuinely a good guy but blowing me off for two weeks has me reconsidering if you’re even that. Do you know how long I’ve been crying? God, you didn’t have to insult me now Shoto."

"I didn’t insult you?"

"How else am I supposed to inter-." You thought about who you were dealing with and realized you'd been going about this the wrong way. "Okay, well if you're not insulting me I need you to elaborate on what ‘You make me feel sick’  means."

The stoic man in front of you seemed to look frustrated with you cornering him. But he understood the sudden drop in your friendship with him was upsetting you. "I told you too much. I shared too much of my time with you. You gave me entirely too much of your own, and now I feel ill when I see you. I feel even worse when I don't. You told me that you were interested in romance, and that sickness engulfed me. I-” He seemed as if he was straining to talk to you, he was clearly flushed and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. “I think I have feelings for you as well.”

You two sat at the cafe in silence, both radiating very murky energies. Passerby’s stared at you and the Pro Hero in confusion, both of your boring holes into anything else that wasn’t each other's eyes. You broke the silence first, “Shoto, I don’t mind the feeling. I know we shitted on it for a few years now, but uh, it’s not awful.”

“It’s not,” he responded, still staring painfully somewhere else. The cafe was still busy around you, but for some reason it felt like you two were the only one’s there. It felt like that often with him, even in this weird ass situation you were still comforted by his presence.

“Do you want to go out?” You finally asked him, he was sweating bullets. You two looked like highschoolers, it was honestly embarrassing how difficult that was for the both of you. He gave you a quick sorry and quickly left with all of his stuff. You stared at the empty seat in front of you in half disappointment and half awe. He really just got up and left, again.

You look back on that so fondly now, you two were young adults, unsure about the world and each other. Too scared to label the affection you already gave each other. To think you would be walking the aisle for that man in a few hours was not only ironic, but kind of terrifying. Sure your commitment issues got better, but they weren’t exactly gone. You loved Shoto with your whole being but something about getting married scared you shitless.

You reverted back to the safety of your memories, and quickly checked to see if you still had the screenshots from when you first got together. You remember trying to act cool about it but you immediately called up every friend you had to tell them the news.

You giggled at the messages, feeling the warmth of the past wash over you. You two really blossomed, slowly but surely breaking down boundaries that neither of you even realized was there. Days turned into weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. Your mutual “experiment” with love seemed to be really stable. After a while of being together, of course others began to question what was next.

The light filtered through the blinds of your apartment, your senses slowly came on to the rest of the world, dragging you from a dream that was already fading into obscurity. You feel your body get closer to skin, and you breath in the lovely scent that you’ve come to adore. You felt kisses on your shoulder and a slow sigh from behind you before the sheets became soft again, you were fading back into sleep. 

“Can I talk to you about something?”

Your heart jumped. “Sure.”

“I had something longer prepared for this after a talk with my mother but after laying here with you, I think it would be better if I just said it. I’ve been thinking a lot about marriage lately. I know it’s a large commitment, but I can’t see myself anywhere else with anyone else but you. I love you more than life itself. ” He snuggled closer into you and wrapped you tightly. “You don’t have to answer now, I just wanted to let you know how I felt.”

You rolled around in his arms to look at him, his hair was all over, his eyes were lidded and clearly still exhausted, but he was so sincere.

Your sleepy voice came out as a croak, you extended your hand up to stroke his hair back, revealing his forehead. You scrunch your face up at him and act as if you’re thinking. “I don’t even like you though.” You gave him a slight giggle, and kissed him. “I would love that baby.” You feel some tension leave his body and he smiles at you with glossy eyes. How long was he thinking about this? He leans into you and plants a kiss on your nose and you both fall back asleep, entangled together with thoughts of forever. 

Forever. The word felt so solid when you were with him, like it wasn’t something that could falter or fade. But whenever you thought about it too long you grew terrified, the word became too solid. It felt inescapable. You know it’s just the fears speaking, but you just didn’t want to find out that things could be different. As the days grew closer and closer, your anxiety worsened as things around you changed.

“Yes, this is my Fiancee, y/n.” “I saw a few houses near that park you like, would you like to check it out with me?” “Have you decided on what colors to decorate the venue.” “Fuyumi wants to know if she can handle the catering and the flowers? Are you alright with that?” “Well since you’re indecisive I’m just going to book them all and we can just go everywhere for the Honeymoon.” It seemed as if everyday he was reminding you that this wasn’t a dream. It was always the slightest things, the easiest questions that would leave you with the realization that this was for real. You two were no longer teens that were scared to hold hands, but real adults that love each other enough to put it on a legally binding paper. No amount of movies, girl talks, or family could have prepared you for the stress you were going through. 

You snapped out of your thoughts again and looked at the time. You had to walk out soon and your nerves were fried. The movies made this seem so easy but here you were, glued to the chair, trying to find any reason under the sun to either go through with this or run away. The door to your dressing room opened and in came your friend, the maid of honor.

“Well you don’t look too happy.” They looked partially stressed from all the running around but was still checking in on you before everything started.

You tried to make a face that looked reassuring but you ended up just looking like you were going to cry. 

Your friend held you, careful to not harm your dress. “You got this y/n, you look too pretty to be this sad on your special day.”

“I know, I’m just really nervous.” 

“Well don’t be too hard on yourself, Shoto isn’t exactly doing any better.” 

You look at your friend confused, they take the hint that you weren’t aware this whole time that he’s been really frazzled. 

“Well Izuku had to quickly get a backup suit. Shoto was so stressed that he burnt through his suit. Seeing as your dress is still in one piece, I think you’re fine.”

You felt oddly comforted by your fiance's stress, in the oddest way possible it was nice to know that this wasn’t difficult for just you. “Oh, that’s kind of funny.”

“I know right, man's been so worried about this forever, I guess it’s just all coming out now. See, y’all are literally the same.”

You look around with a small smile already starting to feel better. “Thank you.”

“No problem, that’s what I’m here for! However, Imma really need you to hurry up because Izuku said he’s starting to literally steam through the suit and they really can’t get another backup.”

“Fine, I’m coming.” You stood looking down at all the white underneath you, you felt the anxiety creeping up and swat it away just as quickly. “I got this.”

You barely heard the music, or saw anybody on the way down the aisle. Your mind completely blanked, only remembering the sensation of an arm locked around your own and the vague feeling of a bouquet in your hand. You focused only on the man in front of you, he looked happy to see you. His hetero chromatic eyes that always brought you peace once again managed to make you feel calm. 

Eijiro began his spiel, he was so happy to hear that you guys were getting married and practically begged to officiate. You both agreed, thinking it was beyond sweet that he wanted to do this for you two. As the red head continued his speech, you slipped away into a revelation that forever wasn’t a terrifying word anymore, it was actually something rather nice to look forward to. 

Shoto held your hand and returned to appearing mostly stoic to anyone else that wasn’t you. You learned to tell when he was happy from the occasional slight smile, but mostly through his eyes, they had a particular gleam in them when he was emotional. He seemed well composed, but after years of all that Hero training you could still see the small wisps of steam lifting off his suit. 

"Do you take Y/n to be your wife, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor her, to love her faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with her this day?”

For a split moment he saw you how you used to look and remembered the second he fell in love with you. You were in your uniform still, leaning over a railing, making a joke about how fun it would be if he made an ice ramp to slide down. You were at ease with him, and it always made him feel at peace with you. 

"I do.”

“Do you take this ULTIMATE manly man Shoto to be your husband, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor him, to love him faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with him this day?  

You laugh at the redheads words, the audience does the same. You realize that no matter what anyone else saw him as, he was always your hero. Sure he's never saved you from a burning building, but he was the first to save you from just feeling alone. Whether it was a tutor, a cry session, or just some fun, he was always there for you. You want to always be there for him, and even if you can't do it perfectly, you promise that you'll always try.

“I do.”

"Well alright then, you two are officially married! You may now kiss the bride.”

You lunged at your now husband, completely forgetting that he was technically supposed to be kissing you. He didn’t mind it at all and returned your kiss with equal admiration and love. Though you two will probably continue to be complicated for the rest of your lives, you can at least do it together.

“Forever right?”

You smiled at him in tears, the audience was full of excitement and fervor but it all felt silent and peaceful to you. “Forever.”

[htownsmash]

Time Crunch

Momo’s wedding starts in half an hour when suddenly a villian appears!! Will Momo make it to the altar on time?

   It had all started at Midoriya's wedding when Momo had been the one to catch the bouquet. She had been in the middle of a friendly conversation with you and Iida when the bundle fell into her arms. The three of you stared in amazement, none of you had been paying attention when Midoriya's spouse threw it! Momo’s cheeks reddened and looked back towards the small crowd of dumbstruck singles. Her face flushed even more at the amused look you gave her and she couldn't help but let out a soft smile. Momo slightly bowed her head in a soft apology to everyone who had been ready to fight for it.

   That was over a year ago, Momo recalled fondly as she stared at the big pink box her own wedding dress had come in. She had talked it over with you, fondly recalling the moment she had presented you the bouquet once Iida had left. You had placed your hands on her bare arms, rubbing up and down soothingly and made some type of witty comment to make her smile. You told her that there was no such thing as coincidence. She didn't put too much stock into your words at the moment, but months later, you had asked for her hand. She sighed as her mind began to wander as she thought of the beautiful set up you two spent months on. You had insisted that it was her day, a day to celebrate their love together and showcase the passion you had for her. You had become a bit of a bridezilla, but she knew it was because you wanted everything to be extravagant. "We're going to look back on this day years down the road and I don't want you to have any regrets.”

   Momo fixed her bangs as she checked herself over in the mirror. She took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled as she smoothed out her satin dress. She blinked as she could feel her eyes water and she asked her makeup artist to help her not ruin her makeup. "You look gorgeous, YaoMomo!" Mina smiled happily, placing her head on the woman's shoulder. "Right, Jiro?"

   "Don't cry before you get there, Momo." Jiro joked, stepping aside to let the makeup artist dab Momo's eyes, careful not to smudge her work. “Come on, the wedding is going to start in an hour and we have to beat traffic.”

   “I still have to adjust the highlights and add her lashes.” The artist said as she inspected Momo’s face for any spots they might have missed.

   Mina giggled, “I’ll go on ahead and tell everyone you’ll be on your way!” She picked up her keys and knocked on the bathroom door. “Tsu! Are you ready? I’m heading out!”

   “I’m ready.” She said as she fixed her dress. “You look stunning, Momo!” Tsu complimented her before following Mina. “I’ll see you there.”

   You smiled to yourself as you parked the car and sat on the seat to gather your bearings. On the way to the church your hands had begun to tremble and you couldn’t control the giddy feeling inside. Today you were going to marry the love of your life.

   Your best friend simply smiled at you from the passenger seat and allowed you the moment to gather yourself together. They opened the door and stepped out, tapping the roof to get your attention. “I’m going inside and let the priest know we’re here.”

   “Thanks.” You turned to them with a nod. “I’ll be right there.” When they left, you checked yourself in the rearview mirror and fixed your hair. You grinned and began to picture what Momo would look like when she arrived. She had refused to let you see her in her dress before the wedding, even going as far as to sleep separately the night before. You didn’t question her and came to realize it was all to further hype up her arrival.

   You checked your phone for the time, counting down the hour before the wedding would begin. There were still a few pieces that you needed to check on and guests to greet. When a familiar car entered the lot, you finally got off the car and bowed. “Mother, Father, thank you for coming.” You greeted Momo’s parents and escorted them into the building.

   Momo checked her phone for the time, furrowing her brows as the car stopped completely. She could hear the driver open the car door and she shifted in her seat, trying to see what was going on through the front window as other cars around her began to honk their horns angrily. She turned to Jiro, who looked equally as confused and she put up a hand, "I'll go see what's going on. Stay put." Jiro said as she stepped out of the car.

   A sudden screech sounded through the air and Momo screamed as the top part of the front of the car dented inward. She quickly stepped out to see a body of a man and raced to check his pulse. She pressed two fingers against his neck and could feel the faint rhythm. She sighed gratefully, taking a moment to try to find Jiro and her driver. She ducked as a creature swooped down to try to catch her, screeching even louder than before. "N- Nomu..." She whispered in disbelief, her voice drowned out by piercing screams.

   The guests began to whisper amongst themselves as time dragged on and you were left standing there at the altar alone. The priest kept his smile on his face, though the patient and friendly vibe was now gone. It had been more than twenty minutes since the wedding was supposed to begin and there was no sign of your beautiful bride. Still, you kept up the same smile you had on your face the moment you entered the building earlier. She would get there, you were sure of it. Your eyes quickly glanced towards Momo’s parents as they exchanged glances and pointed to each other’s phones before Momo’s mother got up to receive a phone call.

   You looked on with a worried expression on your face, pure terror at the thought that something might have happened to Momo. That fear realized when Momo’s mother dropped her phone and stared back directly towards you.

Thank you for reading my part of the collaboration! Please feel free to check out everyone else’s works, too! <3

[snapdragon-mina]

Getting Ready For Pride

Shinsou x Kaminari x GN!Reader

A/N: Happy Pride Month 😩, yet another pocuties collab ✨. Please enjoy this short lil story. This isn't technically a Shinsou x reader in addition to a Kaminari x reader but it could be counted that way if you so choose.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1.1k

"Hurry up, denki. We're gonna miss literally everything." 

You heard his footsteps upstairs, it was clear that Kaminari was rushing to get everything in order. "I gotta make sure I have everything! just like, 5 more minutes, babe, please." 

"Denki Kaminari, light of my life, we're already an hour late. Hitoshi is gonna kill you." You insisted as he pressed for more time. You glanced in the mirror, making sure everything was in place. About a month ago, Kaminari's boyfriend, Shinsou Hitoshi invited the two of you to go to a pride parade with him. Obviously, you weren't gonna pass this up.

You wrapped your flag around your shoulders, tying it off like a cape. A crash was heard upstairs followed by a "Found it!" and a few seconds later there were rapid footsteps coming down the stairs. "Okay i'm ready." 

you laughed at your mess of a boyfriend and pulled out your phone, taking a picture of his disheveled state, before putting it back in your back pocket. "Do you want help?" 

"Yes please."

Kaminari had the bi flag on his shoulders, tied just like a cape to match your cape. You'd managed to get him to sit still enough to draw his flag on his right cheek and it wrinkled when he smiled. You knew that Shinsou would give you both more shit to put on once you got to his apartment so you managed to convince Kaminari not to go all out with his outfit. 

You straightened out his clothes and touched up the flag. "Aight, get in the car before he kills us both." 

He nodded and kissed your cheek before running off to the car like a little kid going to school. You got in after him and it didn't take the two of you any longer than 10 minutes to reach Shinsou's apartment. The moment you reached the door, he opened it and dragged the two of you inside. "We don't have a lot of time left until we're supposed to leave, hurry up."

"Wait, I thought we were late–" Kaminari wondered out loud. 

"Nah, I just told (y/n) two hours later than it was planned to start because I know you take forever to get ready." Shinsou said, walking over to his couch and grabbing a plastic bag. "Both of you, sit." 

Deciding not to argue, you sat down on the couch with kaminari laying his head on your lap. You smile, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes in bliss. "I need you to sit up, I can't do your eyeliner like this." 

"Don't wanna get up, (y/n)'s lap is prime nap material." Kaminari held his arms up and open. "Come join the pile, 'Toshi."

"Hitoshi, y'know that one picture of the girl sitting on the other girl's lap to do her makeup? You should probably do that, cause I doubt he's getting up for a while." You told him. Shinsou seemed to consider this for a while before shrugging. 

"Yeah, that works for me." 

20 minutes later and Shinsou had already finished doing kaminari's makeup. Said blond was currently raiding Shinsou's jewelry. "babe babe babe, can I wear this chain?" 

"No, you never return my shit." 

"Oh c'monnnn. I'll return it this time I promise." He pouted, only to get a pillow thrown at him. He dodged. "Hey!"

"That's what you said last time and I'm still missing my Nightmare Before Christmas sweater." Shinsou looked at him from the bed, hand sneaking towards another pillow to throw.

"(Y/n), tell him I'll give it back!" 

"Nah, that's domestic. That ain't none of my business." You grinned, glancing up at him from your phone before tilting the screen towards Shinsou to show him the exact moment he threw the pillow at Kaminari, earning a snort from him.

"Betrayed by my own partners, and in Pride Month no less." He faked a sob, earning another pillow in his direction. 

"I didn't spend all that time on your eyeliner just for you to cry it off." 

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be careful… Can I please borrow this chain? Hitoshi, the love of my life, my favorite partner, the only one for me?" He batted his eyelashes at him for extra effect.

"Damn so I'M the side piece?" You faked hurt. "Expect to see your shit in boxes, Denki Kaminari." 

"Noooo, baby I'm sorry, I'll change, you know you're the only one for me." He dramatically fell to his knees and held your hand in his. You played along, yanking your hand out of his hold. 

"I bet you say that to everyone. Hitoshi, let's ditch his ass." You held your hand out for Shinsou to grab. He grinned and accepted your hand. The two of you got off of the bed and walked into the living room hand in hand with Kaminari trailing after you laughing.

"You can wear the chain, Denki. Keyword: WEAR, I want my shit back." Shinsou said. A loud 'YES!' could be heard and he scrambled back into his boyfriend's room to scoop up the chain and put it around his neck. 

You checked the clock. "We gotta go now if we wanna make it there on time."

"Good point, Who's car are we taking?" Kaminari asked, rocking on the heels of his feet. 

"I'm pretty sure it's Hitoshi's turn to deal with you this week. So we'll take his car." 

"You know you love me." He purred.

"Damn right I do."

A car door opened up. "Mr. Shinsou, your day of gay awaits." Denki exaggerated a bow as he held the door open for him. Shinsou laughed and stepped out. You went to open your door only to be stopped by a loud "TOUCH THAT DOOR AND I'M BREAKING UP WITH YOU." 

You laughed at him, but removed your hand. "[Mr./Ms./Mx.] (L/n), your day of gay awaits." He opened the door with the same exaggerated bow. 

"Why thank you, good sir." you responded and followed Shinsou. A car horn honked, signalling that the car was completely locked and the three of you walked down the street and almost immediately saw dozens upon dozens of rainbow everywhere. A huge smile broke out on you three. 

"Guys guys guys, Aoyama's about to start performing." Kaminari called out and pointed towards a stage that looked like it was doused in glitter. Not even a minute later, Aoyama Yuga walked on stage looking like something out of a 70s disco scene and he looked fucking amazing.  

He waved and blew kisses the moment he saw the three of you and you couldn't wait to see what was in store.

[hitoshisbabygirl]

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[hitoshisbabygirl]

For the lovely @cocoacinna I was your Secret Santa!!!

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I won’t say I’m in love // I. Tenya

Words ; 1.2k

Synopsis: Iida won’t admit he’s in love with his best friend [. ]...or will he?

Being a best friend of iida had its lovely perks, you two could study together, train, talk amongst your group of more chaotic friends and ultimately vibe. Too bad for you, your best friend is also your crush. Being around Iida wasnt so bad for you or him, the two of you had a bit of a closer relationship than the rest of your friends. The only ones struggling were everyone else, it was so obvious that Iida like you, and vise versa but the two of you were so in your own worlds , scared that the other wouldn’t like the other that this painful push and pull went on for months going into the next school year, which in rinse and repeat fashion, carried over to their third year. Since then the two of you had grown even closer, having late night study dates together away from your other friends just because of that one question that made everything more confusing, or the times you two have been sparring partners and passed with flying colors, even in the classroom, if you two were partners everyone knew you two would be on top.

Still, there was this unique feeling between the two of you that both of you noticed, but ignored, just thinking it was from you two being best friends. One day when there was a cool down for work some of the boys took Iida while some of the girls took [. ] , splitting into two groups. “Iida, how long are you gonna do this?” Denki started as the boy gave him a confused look. With a sigh Deku picked up “Yknow..you should ask her out...I think she likes you too!” And with that he realized what the conversation would be about...you. “A-ah this is preposterous, shes my best friend and just because I’m fond of her means nothing about-“ before he could finish Sero cut him off “It’s okay to have a crush on her man, we’ve known since second year! I say take the chance hm?” With a elbow the group looked to the girls, [. ]’s face contorted into a laugh as the group of them talked about something other than what he was going through. “If this doesn’t work out…” the usual high spirited student president said as a hand hit his shoulder, catching his attention. A bright Kirishima gave him a thumbs up as he pitched in “Itll go well bro! Don’t worry okay?” And with that the boys called a meeting adjourned, separating as Iida stared at his best friend , the warmth in his heart feeling more heavy than anything. That night, going to his dorm room he decided to at least try to think up a plan

The next day going to her locker she found a letter hanging out, a small heart sticker sealing its contents. Opening it, she started to read

To [. ]

Its been a long road with you and me

But now I see we’re meant to be

I wish so to be yours

But alas, I’m scared to loose you for wanting more

And with that she was left confused the rest of the day. She just couldn’t get the thought out of her head of who wrote her the letter, no one acted strange, and everything seemed to be the same. Looking out one of the school windows as she waited for the rest of the students and their teacher to come in , she felt a tap snap her back into reality making her screech “I’m sorry [. ]! I didn’t mean to startle you!” Momo said , a smile on her face as she sat down beside [. ] who gave her a relief smile back “it’s okay Momo I’m just..thinking about the letter”Momo gave her an inquisitive look “Did you figure out who it was yet? Have any clue who it could be?” “Ah no..I haven’t. Whoever it is, they’re so sweet writing me this letter! It’s so romantic but..” she trailed off as Momo tilted her head “But what?” With a dramatic sigh she laid on the desk “I don’t have a clue as to who it is!” She sighed as the black haired girl laughed, rubbing her back “It’s okay dear! Soon they’ll come and tell you!” And with that [. ] couldn’t help the butterflies as she saw her wire framed friend, his smile giving her heart a squeeze.

As the class ended they were told that they were going to do another project, and as usual, her and Iida were paired together. “[. ]! Iida called as she turned around, giving him a smile as ran up to her and the girls. “I was wondering..did you want to get something to eat before we do our project?” “Sure! My room or yours?” She questioned “If you wouldn’t mind..we could go to mine?” He suggested, a light dusting covering his cheeks “Sure! I’ll meet you up there in a few!” She said as she left with her group, a light sigh falling from Iida’s lips. Feeling a hand touch his arm he jumped to see Shoto looking at him “ I guess you’re gonna admit to her now?” He asked. The navy haired boy sighed, giving him a nervous look “I am, and I hope that it won’t ruin anything..”

That night as others relaxed and some started their projects, Iida and [. ] sat in his room laughing as they started their research. Falling into a comfortable silence the two continued to write notes and cards until Iida shut his laptop, causing [. ] to look at him “Break time?” She asked as he sighed, taking his glasses off to rub his face “Of sorts” . Putting his glasses back on he smiled at her, taking her hands. Feeling her face heat up [. ] looked at him and rose a brow , waiting on his words.

“Oh [. ] , there’s so much I could say but I’m sure my note was enough” Hearing that it clicked ‘IIDA wrote my love letter??’ She thought as he laughed cutting off her thought “From your face I can tell you weren’t expecting that...I’ve loved you since our first year together and all this time I’ve held on to it , for fear you’d reject me. So I wrote a letter hoping to explain how I feel but...I’m still not sure of how you feel and-“ Before he could finish she kissed his cheek, giggling at his reaction as he stuttered with wide eyes “Iida I love you too….I’m so happy you told me..I’m happy the note was from you..I wish we could’ve said this years ago but I...it would never change anything rather if we do date or not..” she admitted softly as he smiled, grabbing her face as he let out a breath he was holding “may I?” And with a slight nod he sealed their relationship with a kiss, her arms coming to wrap around his neck and his around their waist. Unknowingly to the two , their friends were silently cheering for them outside of his room.

[grandtorinaa]

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[chocoboba]

Second Time’s A Charm || Kaminari Denki

Authors note:

AHHHHH-- it’s finally happening

This is my piece for the The wedding collab and I’m very grateful to be part of something put together by so many talented poc creators of the mha fandom🤧💕

Overview:  Being able to transfer from general studies to the heroes course was a big accomplishment, but it wouldn’t be the your only big accomplishment after meeting an electric blonde

Warnings: None (it’s Fluffy) 🥺

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“You did it!”

“Nice going!”

“That’s awesome!”

Compliments were being given out left and right all morning.

Why?

“I can’t believe you were able to transfer to the hero course!” One of your friends said a smile on her face.

“Me neither,” you replied, still in disbelief of what Principal Nezu had told you yesterday afternoon. You had met in his office to receive the news that you had been accepted into the hero course and what class you were in.

“Class 1-A huh? They’ve been through so much already, do you think it’d be overwhelming? Y’know, since they’ve been at the center of almost every attack?” your other friend said in deep thought.

“Shhh! You’ll make her nervous!”

“Ah, sorry y/n!”

“No, it’s alright. To be honest, I am a little nervous,” you admitted, “But I’ll do my best!”

“Make us proud baby, mwah.”

“And don’t you dare forget about us!”

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Standing at the giant doorway of your new hero course homeroom was intimidating to say the least. But after taking a deep breath, you somehow managed to knock hard enough so they could hear you. Not long after, the door had opened to see your new teacher standing there, gesturing for you to come in.

“This is L/n Y/n, she just transferred from the general studies department.” Aizawa had introduced you to the class. “You can say a few words or not, doesn’t matter,” he grumbled, climbing into a yellow sleeping bag.

“Uh—””

“Um...it’s nice to meet all of you. I hope we can be friends.” Y/n smiled at her new classmates. There was a bit of an awkward silence before being asked to take your seat, which was behind a guy with green hair, whom Sensei had addressed as Midoriya.

Class went on as intended, no hero training that day, just regular subjects. So far your induction into the course had been fine for the most part, even though you hadn’t gotten to know anyone yet personally. At lunch, you were invited to sit at the girls table meeting and instantly became friends. After lunch was over you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

On your way back to class though, you accidentally bumped into someone on the way.

“I’m sorry--” both of you said simultaneously, as if it were an echo.

It was actually one of your new classmates who sat on the opposite side of the room. He had bright blonde hair, with a very defining lighting bolt mark in it, and those almost mesmerizing golden eyes.  

“Wait, you’re the new girl,” he said with a smile while gesturing to himself. “We haven’t had a chance to talk yet, the name is Denki Kaminari and I’m pretty much the cool guy of 1-A. I like drawing, manga and trendy stuff, not to mention cute girls like you~” he says in a confident manner. 

You stifled your laugh, concealing it with a small smile instead. “It’s very nice to meet you Kaminari, I hope we can get along.

“Also,” Y/n backtraced, “You said you like manga right? Me too.” Y/n smiled. 

“Woah, really?” he asked in disbelief, to which you respond with a ‘yes’.”

“What other things do you like?”

“Oh, well some others things would be...hmm, I guess--””

As Y/n listed the things she liked and her hobbies, Kaminari was fascinated.

Denki knew he had a tendency to flirt with almost everyone, but something about Y/n made him feel different, like her being the first girl to give him the time of day. She was gorgeous. Her hair, her complexion, those (eye color) eyes that he noticed lit up when you started talking about your favorite things. 

And to top it all off, you liked nearly all the things he liked!

He was absolutely fascinated.

“I think that’s pretty much it for my interest”--””

“You are literally everything I want in a woman.” Kaminari’s eyes sparkled.

Y/n’s face flushed. “Wha-I, uh”--

But then he grasped your hand and dropped on one knee with an exaggerated dreamy expression. “Will you marry me?!”

“O-oh my!”

“Oi! Dunceface!” A rough voice came before Denki was yanked backwards by a fiery ash blonde. “Quit being a dumbass, you’re creeping her out!” he said to Kaminari as three others came over. They looked a bit embarrassed by their electric friend.

“We’re so sorry about him.” The red haired guy had apologized to you. 

“Yeah, he does this more than he’s supposed to,” another black haired guy had said. 

“Hey! Don’t make it sound like I just go around doing this to anyone!” Kaminari argued.

“You shouldn’t be doing that at all!” The blond spat back as the other boys laughed at their antics which made you laugh as well.

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“””I remember that day.”

“Hm? What was that, honey?”

Kaminari smiled widely as he looked over his shoulder on the couch. “The day we met.”

His partner had just finished cooking before wiping her hands on a kitchen towel before grabbing two plates. “How could I forget? You literally proposed to me, a complete stranger.” She giggled.

“Hey! I mean it wouldn’t have been the last time though. I had to try again of course,” he said before putting down a photo he was very fond of. A picture of his wedding day that showcased him, his beautiful wife with their friends and family. “And it worked this time didn’t it?” Kaminari said, almost smugly. His wife shook her head while preparing their plates.

 “You were such a goofball...well I mean you still are but—”

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. Shifting her gaze, Kaminari had softly laid his chin on her shoulder.

“Well guess what, I’m your goofball for life, babe,” He said, kissing her sweetly before pulling away. “Besides...you’ll have to put up with another goofball soon.” His hand rested on her stomach. “So it won’t just be me,” he chuckled.

You smiled. “I can’t wait.” 

“I love you y/n...so much,” he muttered beside his wife’s ear.

“I love you too, Denki.”

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Thank you for reading! I really enjoyed being apart of this!  🤧💕💕💕💕