#Shinsou x OC

[soniarten]

Hiiii it’s been a whiiiiiiiiiiileeeee!!!

I had a burn out bc of work and gave up on drawinv but then boom with a lot of rest I got better :))) I really got into Mha again so I started to redraw again it felt good lol and know I do a lot oh mha x OC things !!

[hersaladdeer]

Chapter 23: Marking 🍆

An ongoing ProHero Hitoshi x F!OC fanfic. A NSFW chapter.

"I guess I wasn't clear enough." He nipped lightly at her neck as Takara whined. She was rapidly losing her ability to articulate how badly she wanted to hear the words, the praise, from his lips. She couldn't tell him how close she was to her release, willing herself to hold out for the words.

"I could spend all day playing with you and your perfect fuck hole, Takara."

There was a clock in the basement where her nightmares began.

It's strange the details a brain will hold onto. Somewhere amongst the cluttered recollections of school classes and family dinners, there was the knowledge that there was a clock in the basement where Takara was locked in. The rhythmic tic-toc noise helped Takara stay calm for the first few seconds of darkness after the door was shut. Or maybe it was just her fight response taking a moment to kick in, her brain looking for anything to quell the panic that would inevitably overtake her.

Then the noise of the clock was drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat in her ears as adrenaline rushed through her veins. The radiating pain down the side of her hands made it impossible to focus on anything but the need to escape as she pounded on the door, only serving to further bruise her already damaged hands.

Takara found that she couldn't scream. Try as she might, Takara couldn't find her voice in this place. She knew that was wrong - she'd screamed her voice hoarse many times. But she couldn't dwell on it with danger lurking close by.

This time there was a horrible sense of knowing what existed in the space behind her - an unexplainable understanding that if she turned around she would see two green, emerald eyes slowly approaching from the dark. She knew it was a matter of seconds before she feel the vice like grip on her arm, and the sensation of her skin dissipating into nothingness would follow. She tried pounding harder but the door was unrelenting, refusing to open.

"Takara." The word held urgency, but no malice as it appeared from, behind her. Takara almost turned but found her fortitude, keeping her eyes trained ahead on the door. If she turned she might miss it cracking open. She felt something touch her hair and knew that the skeleton had made it up the stairs. Terror gripped her, the pounding in her ears suddenly slowing with the understanding that there was no escape. The world tilted beneath her as the winds of consciousness broke her free.

Hitoshi had awoken to Ash nuzzling his cheek with ferocity. The moment the kitten felt Hitoshi stir under his paws, he began licking Hitoshi's eyelids.

"I'm not dead, Ash." Hitoshi muttered with a smile, swatting the feline with a half-hearted hand. A small chirp let him know the kitten acknowledged his living status as Ash retreated, hopping off the bed to stretch on the floor. Hitoshi felt Takara's weight against him. As much bad luck Takara had with cooking, Kiyoko seemed to have a talent for it. The pair had been well fed and sent home with leftovers and a half-hearted eyeroll from Kiyoko as she pinched her granddaughters cheeks.

Apparently the cycling sleep schedule was something Takara was not accustomed to. Hitoshi had been able to stay awake without issue - in fact, he had finished most of a book while Takara had drifted to sleep. She had curled into his side after coming home from her grandmother's, her eyes heavy as she insisted she wasn't sleepy.

Hitoshi peered down at Takara through half closed eyes to see a furrowed brow, her hand balled into a fist while her body twitched lightly. Takara's breathing hitched, her lip quivering at an unperceivable fear. He watched closer - whatever dream she was having, she was not enjoying it. "Takara." He whispered as he stroked her hair, urging her to wake. A waft of guilt drifted by and he let it linger. He suspected she was dreaming of the skeletal figure, and that this would be one of many dreams that would haunt her. He'd had a few of his own after the battle with the sludge villain, the sensation of thick muck covering his body one that still occasionally woke him in the early hours.

He shifted under her, waking Takara with a jolt and a gasp. Her eyes filled with horror as she looked around the room to get her bearings. "Hey." Hitoshi ran a hand through her hair again, his voice soft as she came to understand where she was. Not trapped in the basement with a monster but safe in the arms of her Gargoyle.

The sky was beginning to lighten behind her, the warm morning glow painting her red locks in an amber light. "Do you want to talk about it?" Takara looked almost guilty as she idly stoked the now familiar scar along his chest, considering how much to share.

"It's the basement." She admitted after a moment, laying her head back down to listen to his heartbeat. Takara took comfort in the predictable noise and the warmth that accompanied it, forcing herself to draw in a deep breath as the dream floated back down into her unconsciousness. "But the skeleton was there, and then it touched me and I just....I didn't mean to wake you." Takara finished, her head heavy against him.

"You didn't. Ash did. He tried to eat my eyelids." Takara smiled as she looked up at the hero. "He's never done that to me." Hitoshi shrugged as he continued his idle strokes of her hair. "I probably move less, so he thought I died." Takara hummed in response, her eyes drifting closed before turning to look out the window. She was uncertain what time it was. They'd been abusing their sleep schedules lately and with her return to work imminent, Takara knew that she had to work on correcting that.

"We should go visit them. The bones. Maybe they're haunting me because you kicked their femur." Takara muttered as she moved to stand. Hitoshi felt the warmth the pair had accumulated dissipate with her as she exited the nest of blankets strewn across her bed.

"Today?" Hitoshi asked, confused by the muted insistence in her voice.

"I dreamt of it today, so I feel like today is the day we should visit. Do you know where they were buried?" Hitoshi was quickly realizing that Takara was determined to start the day, and that the rising sun marked beginning even if he wasn't ready to leave his cocoon yet.

"It's not like they're going anywhere." Hitoshi sat up, wrapping his arms around Takara's waist and dragging her back into the bed. The laughter that filled the room eased the guilt in his heart as her back settled against his chest. A cascade of red enveloped Hitoshi's senses as her hair fell over him.

"Weren't we supposed to test my oral skills?" The whisper in her ear was deeper with morning exhaustion, dripping with temptation as his hand snaked lower over the plain of her stomach. Hitoshi groaned as he toyed with the band of her panties, already eager to feel the wetness that lay beneath them.

"I don't think I'd count that as oral." Takara teased, pausing his hand. "Oh?" Hitoshi whispered back, pressing a kiss into her neck. The sensation of his morning stubble prickling her neck made her wonder what it would feel like between her legs. "You said my pronunciation was wrong, didn't you?" His hand slipped beneath the thin fabric, and Hitoshi felt himself grow harder as his fingertips grazed her sensitive nub. The move pulled a low moan from Takara, spurring Hitoshi on.

"Not no one." He felt Takara shake her head at the memory. He kept one arm around her waist , balancing her and keeping her pressed against his chest as Takara began moving against his hand, eager for more.

"So, what do you want me to say, Takara? Let's work on my pronunciation." Hitoshi suppressed the urge to rub himself against her, to feel those panties against his aching cock. "Do you want me to tell you how hard you make me?" He began to move his hand in slow circles, a sustained moan leaving Takara's lips as her head rolled back against his shoulder. Her hand moved upwards to tangle in his hair, the other entwining itself with his supporting hand. "No, I could just show you that, couldn't I?"

She could feel the vibrations of his voice against her back as she gently circled her hips, trying to tempt Hitoshi into giving her more. "Do you want me to tell you how all those fantasies I had about how good you'd feel wrapped around my cock didn't come close to the real thing?" Hitoshi's movements- the slow, lazy circles he had been drawing on her most sensitive part - increased their pace. He felt her squeeze his hand, a choked gasp escaping her. "Or maybe, you want me to tell you that you have the perfect little cunt." Takara shuttered. The lewd words he was whispering into her ear were setting her body alight with want. "How was the pronunciation? Or do you need me to say it again?"

"Again." Takara gasped immediately, and Hitoshi chuckled at the desperation invading her voice. His pace didn't falter as he whispered "You have the perfect little cunt to play with, Takara." Hitoshi switched to using his thumb to continue his ministration, slipping two fingers inside her. Takara gasped at the added sensation as her head rolled backwards in ecstasy. Hitoshi had known that Takara enjoyed dirty talk, but it had only been recently considered that his voice also spurred her on. "I can't wait to see what you taste like. But first-" Hitoshi set a steady pace with his fingers, the movements she and deep. Takara felt her back arch, the hand tangled in his hair pulling as her body began to tense. "You need to cum for me, doll."

Takara's moans had started flowing more freely from her lips as her hips moved against him. Hitoshi was painfully hard, choosing to ignore his own needs in favor of focusing on hers. Between Takara's moans, the feeling of her body writhing against his, and the knowledge that she was so wet for him Hitoshi was having a hard time suppressing the voice urging him to bury himself in her warm, dripping walls.

"Do you need me to say it again?" Hitoshi teased as her breathing became more haggard. "Y-yes." Hitoshi smirked at the absolute plea that flowed from her lips, the sustained whine making his cock twitch. "Cum for-"

"Not that. " The desperation in her voice briefly stumped Hitoshi, unsure of what she was looking for. His smirk grew wider as understanding hit him. "I guess I wasn't clear enough." He nipped lightly at her neck as Takara whined. She was rapidly losing her ability to articulate how badly she wanted to hear the words, the praise, from his lips. She couldn't tell him how close she was to her release, willing herself to hold out for the words.

"I could spend all day playing with you and your perfect fuck hole, Takara." The husky whisper next to her ear pushed Takara over the edge, her body shaking against him as sensation and bliss replaced her ability to think. She drifted through the waves of pleasure that his hand generated, Hitoshi's pace not faltering as she came undone. Her body stiffened and ground against him as she rode through her orgasm.

"Fuck, Toshi-" Hitoshi gently pulled Takara off of him, sliding her down as he moved to sit between her legs. Her face was flushed, her freckled face painted in a satisfied smile. "You don't need-"

"I said I want to taste you." Hitoshi said, his eyes burning with lust as he tossed her panties aside. "Unless you don't want me to." Takara shook her head. It took him a moment to make sense of her body language as she reached down between her legs, covering herself as she looked up at him in embarrassment. "I-I just feel a little exposed." Takara confessed with a shy smile. Hitoshi leaned over, bringing his lips to hers. Her hands snaked around his back as her modesty dissipated. She relaxed into the passion and absolute desire burning behind his kiss. She could feel the smirk on his face before she saw it, satisfied with how responsive she was to his touch.

"I told you, your pussy is perfect." Hitoshi nudged his nose against her cheek. "Let me show you how perfect it is. Let me taste you." Takara nodded, her self consciousness lowering it's head as Hitoshi did. He trailed gentle kisses down her neck, his palms finding her breasts and kneading, gently teasing her nipples with his fingertips. His calloused palms against her soft, sensitive flesh had her moaning, pleading with him for more. Takara found herself once again tangling her hands through his hair, the feeling becoming more familiar with the passing days.

His head dipped lower as he left a trail of kisses down her stomach. Hitoshi's hands followed, wrapping themselves around the back of her thighs, spreading her wide as he found himself level with her wet core. Takara looked down at him, his eyes briefly flickering to her center. He smiled before returning his attention to her. "Perfect." Hitoshi said simply, grinning before giving her a long, slow lick with a flattened tongue. He groaned at the taste of her on his lips, her scent shooting an ache to his cock. "You taste as good as you look." Hitoshi whispered before using his hands to pull her closer, burying his face into her slit. He sucked her bud gently, using his tongue to apply just enough pressure to clit have Takara throw her head back. She knew she was pulling his hair, pulling him deeper, but couldn't stop herself.

He felt Takara's hips moving slightly before pausing as a shaky gasp escaped her lips. He pulled his mouth away briefly to tell her "Grind my face - I want to smell you on me for weeks." Takara discovered she had been correct - the stubble on his face sent tingles down her legs as he resumed his lapping at her. "Please, more, your hand-" She was begging through her babbling, unsure if he would understand before Hitoshi returned his fingers inside her.

"Fuck, I'm going to fill you up after this." Hitoshi whispered against her slit as he moved back slightly, focusing his attention on his pumping fingers. She was desperately chasing the sensation of him - his stubble, his tongue, his hands - and he couldn't help the ego stroke it provided. Takara was begging for him. "You wrap around me like a glove. I want to bury my face, my cock- fuck Takara -" Takara felt herself shake, her muscles tightening outside her control. She knew Hitoshi was saying something but white noise filled her ears as she felt herself clench around his fingers, spasming around him. She felt a sudden spirt of liquid-

"Oh, Goddess, fuck-" Takara felt the white noise suddenly fade away from her ears like pulling out a pair of earplugs. She didn't squirt often, and she had a few bad experiences of freaking people out with the sudden rush of liquid. Takara felt disappointment at her body for doing it today despite how good it felt, hoping it wouldn't turn Hitoshi off of her. "I didn't mean to-"

"Don't you dare apologize." Hitoshi cut her off. "Had I known you could squirt, I would have done this sooner." Hitoshi growled, his rich, purple eyes filled with fire. "That was hot. I'm glad I got a front row seat." Hitoshi moved up her body, capturing her lips as he lined himself up with her entrance. Takara tasted herself on his tongue as they explored each other. Her own essence filling her mouth as she once again relaxed beneath his lust and reassurance. His morning stubble was damp with her slick, and Takara found herself wet from smelling herself on him.

"I'm not going to last long." Hitoshi whispered as he pushed inside her waiting entrance. He groaned at the sensation of her warmth, freshly swollen from her second orgasm, as he eased himself in inch by inch. Takara found herself once again lost for words - the stretch of him was delicious. She dragged her nails up his back, pausing halfway up as Takara internalized what she was doing. She'd been hesitant to leave marks on him before. It was an unclear line.

Perhaps another one of Hitoshi's partners wouldn't have appreciated the evidence of him having fun with someone else. Takara had known she didn't want to ask anything about any other people she suspected the hero was sleeping with. Truthfully, Takara had been too afraid to even have confirmation of her thoughts, instead simply deciding leaving any evidence of their time together was a bad idea and quietly training herself not to. It helped that she often played the submissive role, preventing herself from doing what she wanted to Hitoshi's body.

She felt herself approach a dangerous realization and pulled herself away, forced herself back to the present, back to Hitoshi as he sank into her oversensitive hole. As he bottomed out Takara found herself pulling him down for a kiss, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head. She wanted him closer.

Takara needed to feel that connection - that intangible pull that had made her open her window one rainy night. She found it in those brief moments. Somewhere between the desperate movements of their bodies as Hitoshi chased his own release, somewhere between the tangle of tongues tinged with her taste, somewhere between the final desperate thrusts before Hitoshi pulled out, his low moan absolute music to her ears, Takara rediscovered the thread between them she had tried to bury.

"Takara?" Hitoshi's voice pulled her from her overstimulated brain as he caught his breath. He brushed a sweat drenched lock of hair from her face, worry in his eyes as he caught his breath. "Where'd you go?" Takara hated that he'd understood how far she' had drifted into her own thoughts. She felt silly - Why was she looking for a way to hurt herself by unburying that tangled thread?

"I just..." Her voice trailed off. Takara wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as she buried herself in his shoulders. She savored the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. It was safe, someplace she could easily sleep, where the weight of the world couldn't touch her. "I never left any marks on you before. I didn't think I should." Takara confessed, and Hitoshi understood what she meant as she dragged her hand down his back. "I didn't want to upset anyone else you were seeing." Takara wasn't sure why it hurt to explain, but she held him tighter in a desperate attempt to dull the ache the truth brought on. The marks she had left him with were incomplete and shallow. They clearly hadn't hurt him. But the act felt horribly forbidden, as though no one was supposed to know that she existed in his life.

Hitoshi felt it as she pulled him in, her explanation sounding more like a confession. He saw it for what it really was - a small crack in her walls. Takara was letting him in. She was showing him the ways she had kept herself safe, creating a distance between them with purpose. The unspoken rules she'd made to keep it clear in her mind that what they had wasn't real. To remind herself that Hitoshi wasn't something to her.

She was letting him know not only that the structure could be broken, but that she was breaking the rules that reinforced them herself.

Hitoshi closed his eyes, savoring the feeling as she clung to him. As he began to drift off he felt a little bit more hopeful that maybe - maybe - six months was enough time to show Takara that she was something to him.

"You're allowed to leave marks on me. You always were." Hitoshi whispered sleepily as he drifted off, satisfaction painting his voice. He felt Takara's grip loosen as she too felt the exhaustion pull her back into the world of rest.

I struggled for inspiration before this scene came to me at 2 in the morning, fully formed, and I had to draft it before I could sleep. Thanks for reading!

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[mhaocfanon]

“Cat in a Trap”

Shinso Hitoshi wasn’t a hero. Not yet. But if life at U.A. had taught him anything, it was that you either walked into something weird… or something weird walked into you.

Today, it was definitely the latter.

The campus was relatively quiet—most students were in class or training in the gyms. Shinso was heading back from a workout when he heard a strange sound. Something between a soft meow and a desperate, annoyed grumble.

He stopped. Looked around.

And then he saw it.

Curled up in a ball, about three meters up in a tree, sat a white cat. Its fur was slightly puffed up, and its tail was twitching side to side with irritation.

“…Seriously?” Shinso muttered to himself, squinting.

The cat looked scared but somehow also extremely annoyed with its own situation. It lifted its head and eyed him curiously. Its ears twitched like it was trying to say, “I didn’t mean to get stuck, okay? Not my fault!”

Shinso sighed. He stepped closer and looked up.

“How the hell did you get up there?”

The cat flicked its tail and… glanced toward the building.

Shinso followed its gaze.

Further down the hall, through a window, he saw Hound Dog—the teacher with canine features—loudly talking to someone on the phone.

Shinso looked back at the cat.

“…You ran away from Hound Dog?”

The cat squeezed its eyes shut and buried its head in its paws, as if wishing to disappear.

“Alright, I’ll get you down,” Shinso said, though the corner of his mouth twitched.

He stepped closer to the tree, judged the height, then jumped to the first branch. It wasn’t easy, but his training paid off.

The cat let out a soft, warning sound.

“Don’t panic,” Shinso muttered as he climbed higher. “I won’t let you fall.”

The white fluffball stared at him with wide, blue eyes. Carefully, Shinso inched closer and reached out a hand.

“C’mon.”

The cat hesitated, but after a moment, it slowly, cautiously placed a paw on his shoulder.

“There you go, not so bad—”

And then Shiro—because of course it was Shiro—slipped.

Before Shinso could react, the cat leapt at him in a panic… and landed right on top of him.

In an instant, he lost his balance, and they both tumbled to the ground—Shinso flat on his back, Shiro landing squarely on his chest.

For a moment, everything was still.

Shiro was still in his cat form, now lying safely on top of Shinso, staring at him with wide-open eyes.

Shinso stared right back.

And then, right before his eyes, the cat… vanished. In its place was a person.

White cat tail, white cat ears… but now, instead of a small fluffy ball, Shinso found a short, slim boy with long white hair and a face red as a tomato lying on top of him.

Shinso raised an eyebrow.

“So you’re not just a cat.”

Shiro scrambled up, his tail flicking nervously.

“N-no! I mean—yes! I mean… it’s complicated!”

Shinso only sighed, sat up, and extended a hand toward him.

“C’mon. Let’s get back to the dorms before someone starts wondering why you’re sitting on me in the bushes.”

Shiro let out something between an embarrassed whimper and a feline grumble—but still took his hand.

[julieemarine]

So since Shinsou is now in Class 2A, and I ship my OC with him, YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!

[aheckinmess]

Wash Away the Storm [Shinsou] (Angst)

(One-shot to 1/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots - posted regularly on Saturdays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Shinsou x OC, Hitoshi Shinsou, Shinsou Soothes the Mind and Soul, Tragedy Befalls the OC, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Our Favorite Purple-Haired Bean, Grief, Grieving OC

Word Count: 860 words

Summary: Following a devastating tragedy, Ichijiku is grateful when Shinsou inadvertently helps quiet her mind during her grief.

Author's Note: This one-shot isn't a part of a series, so if you're ever looking to see what character I'm writing for, I'll give a character name and whether it's angst, fluff, or smut in the title. Enjoy!

Ichijiku (Tigress)

"Hey, are you okay? I heard about what happened last week."

"Do you need a minute?"

"You must be so sad! Why don't you go see Hound Dog?"

All of their voices melt together as I try to make sense of everything happening around me. Getting the call that my grandpa died is crushing, and I haven't really wanted to do much except train and fight to get out all of my anger and sorrow.

My friends in 1-A, however, nudge me to seek out help as opposed to my avoidance coping mechanisms. I'd do the same thing, but I don't know if I feel ready to talk about it right now.

Still, I make an empty promise that I'll go see Hound Dog to get Ashido to stop talking to me and then go walk into the forest after school. I don't feel like going home yet to see Naomi. It'll only serve as a reminder of who's not there.

"Are you ever not out here now?" A tired voice pierces through my tumultuous mind.

"Are you ever not out here in general?" I sass back, turning to the purple-haired offender with a roll of my eyes.

His lips quirk into a smile as suddenly my mind is blank. It's blissfully, peacefully blank. I've learned how to combat Shinsou's brainwashing with an exhaustive bout of mental fighting, but this afternoon I don't want to. I just close my eyes to let the darkness aid the empty feeling in my mind.

That's when Shinsou seems to realize there's a problem. My thoughts flood back and I drop to my bottom, pulling my knees to my chest and tucking my forehead on them. Why'd you stop? I think. Why couldn't you just keep all of my memories away? To make the world go away for a little while longer...

"You didn't fight back, Sunshine." He comments softly, sitting down beside me in the grass. "That's not normal for you. Did something happen today?"

Right...Shinsou's still in General Studies. He hasn't shifted to the Hero Track yet. He wouldn't be close enough to anyone to know. I debate for a few moments if I should say anything, but ultimately decide we're close enough friends at this point to tell him.

"I guess it makes sense you wouldn't know yet. Not many outside of my class do." I choke out a little laugh. It lacks my usual humor. "I got news several days ago that my grandpa died while in the Navy." I want to cry, but I don't feel like it. I don't know that I have the energy anymore.

He doesn't make a sound, but I feel the tension in his arms. There's a long pause, not that I blame him. After all, how does one respond to that?

"Did my quirk give you a little break?" He asks after a moment. His arm gently wraps around my shoulders.

"Yeah." I breathe, once again hit with serenity when he brainwashes me and my mind quiets.

"Go ahead and get out a good cry." Shinsou whispers to me. Normally, I would fight this order. Shoot, my body even takes a second's pause like it's deciding whether to comply. But all of my sorrow suddenly combines together and splashes out of me onto his shoulder. "I'll keep you safe." He says as his hand strokes the back of my head and his other arm wraps around me.

Blissful, brainwashed fog swirls in my head as my body slumps onto his shoulder to be held. With a blank mind, I'm able to find that release of grief and tears without holding on so tightly to the pain that accompanies it.

By the time all of my tears are spent, he lets my mind go but I stay tucked into his side. It's so warm. Don't leave me. It feels so good in his arms. I decide to give myself a brief reprieve from grief and imagine what a life would be like with him. More moments like this, whether sad or content, pulled close into his arms to soak in his comfort and offer my own in return.

"Do you think he'd be proud of me?" I whisper.

"Your grandpa? For sure. I'm proud of you, and I rarely admit that to anybody." Shinsou says, shocking me abruptly. His shoulders shake with a snicker. "I mean it. I don't think I've ever seen someone work as hard as you do at helping others feel better, making sure they're alright, and at the same time juggling all of your own responsibilities and emotions. I can barely throw my scarf properly. But you," He pauses and I turn to look up at him. "You learn so quickly. You have the uncanny ability to take your weaknesses and reflect on them to immediately turn them into a strength. It's...nearly inhuman. I love that about you."

His words flood me with warmth and I sigh, relaxing.

"I appreciate that." And I mean it. "Is it okay if I stay here for a little while...with you?"

"I would never leave you to deal with this alone."

Want More Shinsou? Try: Coffee Cures

[sugarlywhispers]

WOW. This was such a roller-coaster of emotions for me. 🥺🤍

SPOILERS AHEAD~

From the very beginning, in which we still don't know who or what Shinsou is and we strugglewith our own complicated feelings. To that amazingly professional scene with Shinsou at the ICU with Maru that had me stressed, gurl (poor woman was in paiiiin, and i wanted to cryyy for her😭). To that amazingly hot experience with Shinsou (jesus lord have mercy on my souuuuul!!! 🥵🥵🥵 He was sooo HOT AND SEXY AND AND, UUGGGHH-). And to the very end, in which after even living a fulfilling life, with marriage —to none other than sweet Izuku🥺💕 that got my tearing up, ngl—, children and completing a career that made me feel like a vocation. Still after all of that, we welcome the end with opening arms. We welcome Shinsou again. Or well, he welcome us into his arms for the very first time~😭🥺 All I can imagine is that moment. To be for the very first time in his arms in the afterlife, and I wanna belive is glorious.✨️🤍

Ms. Author, thank you for this amazing masterpiece~🌼

@ceciliac4 Thank you for such an amazing recommendation!!! 🤍

Until death brings us together Chapter 4 : DEATH

Final chapter of my Ghost Shinsou x reader fic!

You can read it on AO3

Title: Until death brings us together

Stauts: Complete

Tags/Warnings: Shinsou x reader, ghost!Shinshou, modern AU, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Character Death, depression, toxic friendship (not with Shinsou), sadness, pain, needles, perfusion, hospitals, mention of cancer, drugged drinks, ethylic coma, accidental death, suffering, disease, bullying, bittersweet ending

Rating: E

Summary: It starts slowly, insidiously; the sadness, the restless nights, the tears you silently cry at night alone in your empty apartment. That’s coincidently when you start seeing him: the man with the deep violet eyes, and he’s following you.Is he an evil spirit? Is he death? Or is he your depressed mind playing tricks on you?

Chapter 1 , 2, 3

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[with-my-calamitous-love]

WHAT IF I CANT HAVE US?

katsuki bakugou x reader

texts katsuki struggled to send you.

part 1/3

different than what i usually write, but i thought i’d try it out

inspired by down bad

11:06 pm

kats: hey, idiot

kats: i’m sorry

11:10 pm

kats: i messed up

kats: happy?

11:18 pm

kats: ok im sorry again

kats: i just got jealous when i heard you went out with icyhot, thats all

kats: i know im the one that broke up with you

kats: but that doesn’t mean i was okay with seeing you go out with some other guy

kats: i know thats fucking stupid you don’t need to tell me

12:01 am

kats: i know you’re still mad at me

kats: i shouldn’t have freaked out like that when i saw ur instagram story

kats: shitty hair’s making me type most of this shit btw

12:53 am

kats: ok we’re alone he went to bed

kats: i can see ur online

kats: do you still have me saved with ur dumbass nickname

kats: i kinda hope you do

1:02 am

kats: i regret not texting you more often

kats: im sorry i was so dry

kats: but you’re the only person i’d ever text back

kats: i actually liked hearing from you

kats: im sorry

1:17 am

kats: i broke up with us bc i wasn’t treating you right and i went home everyday feeling like a shitty boyfriend. you deserved better

kats: i did it for ur own good, idiot

kats: especially after what i did to you

kats: i can’t ever make that up

kats: the guilt was killing me

kats: and after that i knew you deserved more

kats: but i miss you

kats: and im sorry i didn’t tell you the truth

kats: i take back everything i said

2:00 am

kats: are you asleep?

kats: whatever you’ll read this in the morning

kats: you left your moisturizer here

kats: i wish i could call you. i fucking miss your voice. im sorry

2:49 am

kats: you know ur the only person i want

kats: theres literally no one else

kats: and idk what i’ll do if i can’t have us

kats: i was an idiot to let you go

kats: im sorry about freaking out about that half and half bastard but im so much better for you

kats: i make you laugh

kats: i bet you were faking it with him

kats: even if you weren’t. lie to me

kats: i miss you

3:33 am

kats: you’re the prettiest person i have ever seen

kats: did i tell you that enough?

kats: well i’ll tell you now

kats: even if you slam the door in my face i’ll still tell you ur beautiful idc

kats: you’re so pretty it makes me angry

kats: i saw a photo of you in my gallery

kats: my mom says she misses you

3:51 am

kats: is ur apartment cold

kats: im sorry i never fixed your heater

kats: i should’ve made the time

kats: but i liked when you came to me for warmth

kats: maybe i didn’t fix it on purpose

kats: if you don’t take me back i’ll still fix it

kats: i love you like that

4:04 am

katsuki (do not answer) : have i told you that enough? that i love you?

katsuki (do not answer): im sorry

katsuki (do not answer): for not telling you i love you enough

katsuki (do not answer): for not telling you how god damn pretty you are

katsuki (do not answer): for not buying you flowers

katsuki (do not answer): for not treating you how i should have

katsuki (do not answer): i know i messed up

katsuki (do not answer): but i wanna make it right

katsuki (do not answer): you’re my whole fucking world

katsuki (do not answer): and i do love you

katsuki (do not answer): so open the door, im outside

part two soon! 🪽

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Fuckass shoot

Models!Bakusquad shenanigans

Where you sign your friends up for a shoot! But not the kind your all used to

A/n: Was giggling when making this I will absolutely make this a series if you want (Yes they are models doing an acting job)

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A Cozy Cloud

10. Big Boy Decisions🌳 1/2

(Mild manga spoilers)

Hiii! I’m back with Cozy Cloud!! This part is huge one, the continuation is right HERE!

Hope you like it 🎀

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y'all srsly need to stop slandering my man (monoma) fr like he is not a egotistical asshole who only loves himself and that's it he literally glazes class 1-B. not himself. name one time that he said that he was better than class b. I dare you. he has a inferiority complex and It shows pretty clearly, but y'all just hate him bc he doesn't like class 1-A??? LIKE THATS THE ONLY REASON WHY YALL NGAS HATE HIM 💀

hes good with kids (eri), he knows when to chill out, and he doesn't really even cause any harm to class 1-A outside of season 5 when they were training!! like y'all really need to chill out. Hori literally said in his character sheet that it wasn't 'Noma's fault. LIKE?? like he cannonly got along with mina and ochako in one of the official arts- LIKE YALL CHILL OUT. 

and to some of y'all ngas saying that he ugly- bro. sorry that he looks normal and his hair aint cray cray??? like not everyone needs to look wack or abnormal in a anime. 

(its literally cannon that hes a pretty boy, and he is. ive been thinking dat shi the first time I saw him 🙄)

like if you didnt know anything about the character, mha, or anime in fact, would you look at this nga:

and say "EW HE LOOKS SO UGLY??????///" no 💀 you wouldn't. bc you know ppl that look like him in the world exist and walk on the streets. 🤷🏾‍♀️

y'all really need to stop slandering my man bc if it wasn't for him the hero would've lost. 🙇🏾‍♀️anyway monoma edit bc MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNN!!!!

also this too

BC YALL REALLY NEED TO BE HEARING DIS SHI FR.

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❝ You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.❞

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❝ You never believed reincarnation was possible, least of all in the fictional world of Jujutsu Kaisen. However, from the moment you meet Gojo Satoru, it’s impossible to deny. Whether it’s a miracle or some kind of curse, you find yourself growing up alongside the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Unfortunately, you know what the future holds in store. You know exactly what kind of tragedies await. Perhaps that’s why you were brought into this world. If it means saving people from a gruesome fate, you’ll gladly suffer in their place. You’ll do whatever it takes. All for the sake of a better tomorrow. ❞

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❝ You didn’t accomplish anything in your previous life. Looking back on it, you feel nothing but regret, and you yearn for the chance to do things differently. As it turns out, your wish is answered, and you are reborn into your favorite fictional world. This time, you resolve to make a change, and you have the means to do it. You won’t be content with just sitting on the sidelines and letting life pass you by. You will live boldly and vibrantly, as if every moment is your last. No matter what it takes, you are going to leave your mark. ❞

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❝ You are the product of a series of twisted experiments, an anomaly that shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place. Thankfully, you are taken into the arms of a hero and given a new purpose in life. But as you soon discover, it isn’t easy to deny your true nature, especially when you were made to destroy. ❞

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❝ You awaken one day with virtually no memories. The only thing guiding you is some strange system that likes to dictate your every move, and for some reason, it insists that you make certain people fall in love with you. Desperate for answers, you decide to go along with its demands. After all, how hard can it be? ❞

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❝ Your Quirk is rather unique. It plays out almost like a game, giving you missions and goals that help you become stronger. On top of that, you also have the ability to charm those around you. It sounds innocent enough on paper, and you can’t help but revel in the attention everyone keeps showering you with. But what happens when their feelings give way to something more sinister? ❞

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❝ As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood. ❞

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❝ Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will? ❞

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❝ Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you’re finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood. ❞

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❝ Hoping to try something new and earn a bit of money on the side, you join an app that lets people hire you for your dating services. The idea is pretty straightforward — you pose as the client's girlfriend for a brief period of time, and in turn, you receive payment. But you didn't foresee everyone getting so attached to you, and suddenly, they're no longer satisfied with a fabricated relationship. ❞

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❝ Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you? ❞

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❝ A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned. ❞

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❝ Following your mother’s recent passing, you are visited by a group of men claiming that your father abandoned all his debt and obligations, leaving you to take his place.❞

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❝ Your parents are thrilled to have secured an engagement for you with the royal family. Your suitor, the crown prince, has agreed to be wed to you. It seems as though your entire future has been assured, so why is it that from this moment onward, your life starts to fall apart at the seams? ❞

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Shadows Of Our Past, Present, and (possible) Future — Series

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My Hero Academia — Female!OC Fan Fiction on AO3

Part One (Completed — 93k words):

The one where Shota Aizawa stumbles upon a back alley full of stray cats and ends up adopting a child

“Fine, then a cat? We both know how much you love those little furry…things.” At this, Shota paused the game and turned to the pushy blonde next to him. “I actually have considered that.” “And?” “And: also, no. It makes no sense.” Hizashi looked almost scandalized. “Makes no sense?” “I made a pro and contra list.” “Of course you did.”

When underground hero Shota Aizawa, twenty-two years old, is out on patrol one Friday evening, he doesn't expect that a single meow from a cat would lead him to find a homeless girl called Yoru. From then on, Yoru and Shota grow up together, make mistakes together, and try to overcome every obstacle life throws at them.

>> Read on AO3 <<

Part Two (Ongoing, regular updates — growing long fic — 546k words so far — READ PART 1 FIRST, PLEASE AND THANK YOU):

The one where Yoru Aizawa tries to navigate through life at U.A.

Two days after her fifteenth birthday, Yoru decides to drop the bomb on him. “I want to go to U.A.” “You want to go to U.A.” Her Dad puts the book he's been reading down on the glass balcony table.  “Yes, I want to go to U.A.” She slumps down on the outdoor couch next to him, grabbing the discarded book. “What are you reading?” ‘A Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi — The classic guide to strategy ’. She raises an eyebrow. “Reading that for fun, huh?” “Why do you want to go to U.A.? You never cared much about heroes. Besides Edgeshot, that is.” Yoru smirks up at him. “What, jealous?” “As if.” “You know, even if they sold Eraserhead posters, I wouldn’t hang them up. It would be super weird.” “Good to know where your loyalties lie.” He rolls his eyes. “Back to the topic at hand, why do you want to go to U.A.? Because Shinso wants to go?” “No.” Pause. “Okay, that may be part of it. But I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I really want to go.” “That might be so, but you still neglected to tell me why you want to attend there.” Yoru plays with her hair, noting how it’s time for another hair cut when she finds some split ends. “I wanna be a hero.” Her Dad blinks. “A hero?” “Yes. Well, I want to help people and do some good with that shitty quirk of mine.”

When Yoru tells her Dad that she wants to attend U.A., she expects it to be a difficult path. She didn't expect all the awkwardness, blossoming friendships, confusing feelings, and near-death experiences, though.

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Please heed the warnings/tags (TWs in the author's notes of chapters where they apply to).

Also: because someone asked this before - you can read it as a reader insert if you want. I don't mind at all. Feel free to imagine yourself as part of the story. Just know that Yoru (the OC) will have descriptions of her visual appearance.

This story is a mix of:

Slice of life

Hurt/Comfort

Angst/Fluff

Humor

Dadzawa

SLOW BURN Romance — Enemies to Lovers (Bakugo x Yoru)

SLOW BURN Romance — EraserMic (but it's a subtle slow burn)

Growing up, coming of age (hopefully lol)

Teenage awkwardness

Mixed media (pictures, music, chat screenshots (later on in Part 2), etc. — chat screenshots will always have the written text below, to make it accessible for visually impaired folks or people who use screen readers)

and more...

Author: NoBecksPleaseNo on AO3

Please don't copy or plagiarize the work, the character, the premise, etc. Also, no cross-posting anywhere, please and thank you.

Disclaimer: Yoru's image is AI generated and then edited/adjusted by the author. The other character images in the header are from Pinterest (besides the one of Present Mic/Midnight, that one's from the light novels) — unfortunately without a source. If you're the artist, and you're not okay with me using them, please message me and I will remove them. If you're the artist and are okay with me using them, please tell me, so I can credit you.

Besides the OC characters, I don't own any already existing characters from the My Hero Academia Universe — that honor belongs to Kohei Horikoshi.

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Chapter 22: Egg

An ongoing ProHero Hitoshi x F!OC fanfic. A filler chapter because plot isn't happening this week.

"Uhhh.... Toshi." Takara's voice drowned out Eijiro's, her tone tinged with rising uncertainty. "What is it?" Hitoshi called back as he stood, already trying to figure out what had gone wrong in the 30 seconds he'd left her unattended.

"Wait, who's that?"

"No one." Hitoshi said into the phone. "Not no one." He quickly corrected as he approached the kitchen, the sound of evaporating water reaching his ears. "How the hell-"

"Let's just get Ash's food and get out of here." Takara grumbled as she grabbed a small cart from the entryway of the store. Hitoshi gave her an inquisitive look. "You have an egg and soy sauce in your fridge. We're grabbing more than food for Ash."

"I mean sure, grab whatever you want. But I only need Ash's food." Takara began steering the pair in the direction of where she suspected she would find the pet food before Hitoshi placed a hand on the cart to stop her. It was early evening and the store was filled with people who had gotten off work grabbing what they needed for the night.

"You have a single egg and soy sauce." Hitoshi repeated. "What, exactly, are you going to eat?" Takara tried to hide the cringe her face made, knowing where the conversation was heading. "Whatever grandma makes. I'm not picky." She explained in a rush, spotting the cans of cat food the market stocked. "Do you see white fish-" Hitoshi reached up wordlessly to grab a few of the white fish feast cans before placing them in the cart. "Thanks!"

"How old is the egg?" He continued his questioning, placing a hand on the cart to stop Takara from moving towards the checkouts. While going to her grandmother's for dinner was sweet, he had a hard time believing it occurred every single night. Takara looked as though she was considering the question, her head tilting slightly before she shrugged.

"More than a week old?" He asked, scrutinizing her face. A slight blush had risen to her cheeks as she once again considered the question. "I'm sure it's still good if you want it." Takara answered with a shrug, trying to push the cart forward only to be halted by the man again.

"More than two weeks?" Hitoshi pressed as Takara began drumming her fingertips against the cart's handle, still not answering the question. "I don't know." She finally admitted, accepting that Hitoshi wasn't going to give up until she explained. Takara ignored the few curious looks from people passing the pair by, pushing carts of their own. "It came with the apartment."

Hitoshi laughed. He couldn't help but find joy in the absurdity the woman lived. "Wait, walk me through this." He held up as hand as he replayed her words. "You move in there, there's an egg-" His hand came back down on the edge of the cart as Takara tried to take the opportunity to move towards the checkout.

"And the sauce -" Takara amended, only enlarging the grin on the mans face as he surveyed her.

"The sauce isn't even yours?" Hitoshi laughed as he looked between her mostly empty cart and her eyes, his own gleaming with amusement. "You move in. There's a mostly empty bottle of soy sauce and an egg. So you keep them?"

Takara's face was approaching the same hue as her hair as the man continued his questioning. "It's not like I shove my fridge full of stuff." She explained with a shrug, her face also breaking out into a smile. "Grandma cooks for me most of the time." Hitoshi blinked at her, taking a moment to sort through the number of questions that popped into his head.

Takara cut him off when he went to open his mouth. "You know what? The moment we get back to the apartment, I'll toss the egg. We can throw it into the street."

"That egg has lived there longer than you, you can't just throw it off your balcony!" He said as Takara rolled her eyes. She fought a laugh at how worked up Hitoshi was getting about the egg that lived in her fridge. It wasn't like it had gone off.

"Don't personify my food!" She shot back, taking the opportunity while he was distracted to get the cart moving. Hitoshi followed along beside her.

"I don't think you can call it food if you never eat it." Hitoshi said with a shake of his head. "You don't know how to cook, do you?" Takara slowed her pace while she considered the question, her face a muted grimace. "Could you boil your roommate if you needed to?"

Takara laughed at the joke as she shook her head. "I mean...I could try and find a video. And borrow a pan from grandma." Hitoshi placed his hand beside hers on the carts handle, once again forcing her to stop the beeline she was trying to make for the checkout.

"Nope." Hitoshi turned the cart towards where he knew he'd find eggs. "We're grabbing a few things, and I'm showing you how to boil an egg."

"I don't have any pans!" Takara exclaimed as she threw her hands up, giving up on having any control in the situation as she quickened her pace to match his stride. He was suddenly filled with purpose as he navigated the store. "Then we'll borrow one from your grandmother." He answered simply as he shook his head, spotting the refrigerated section.

"I don't even like eggs." She muttered as she trailed behind the purple haired hero. "You liked the marinated eggs. I can show you how to do that once you master boiling."

"Do we still have to boil them if we marinate them?" Takara asked, her voice tinged with hope. Hitoshi looked at her with slightly widened eyes before he nodded slowly, only now realizing how little she understood about the act of cooking. "Don't look at me like that!" Takara whispered, nudging him with her elbow as she looked around, hoping no one had overheard what she now suspected was a silly question.

"Like what?" Hitoshi asked, picking up a carton of eggs before placing them in the cart. "Like it's so shocking that I don't know how to cook. I never said I could. Have you ever seen me cook?"

"I-No. I just have a lot of questions. Didn't you live on your own?" Hitoshi once again took over the cart, moving into the dried goods aisle with sustained purpose. "Do you have rice?"

"I had a friend who I would go see for dinner a lot. She liked having the company, and I'd fix her clothes for her. She's always ripping them. I should actually go see her soon, she mentioned there's a few items she needs fixed." Takara began rambling as she looked through the variety of rice options, unsure of where to start. "It worked for us. Listen-" Takara reached out to stop Hitoshi from grabbing a bag of grains, deciding himself that she most definitely did not have rice at her apartment. "You're not the first person to try teaching me to cook. My friend tried. My mother tried. I'm just really, really bad at it. It never works."

"Then we get you some measuring cups and a rice cooker." He said with a shrug, as though that would solve the issue. "But feeding yourself is important, even if it's basic."

Takara bit down on her lower lip as she nodded. "I'm just-" Takara sighed. "I don't want you to be upset if I can't." Hitoshi softened as he looked at her, gently grabbing one of her hands with his own. "It's rice." He gazed down at her, a reassuring smile on his face. "And a few eggs. I believe in you."

"Oh no, oh no-" Takara scrubbed at the hot plate, which was covered in overflowed starchy water and what Hitoshi suspected was egg white. She had pulled the billowing pot off of it when the fire alarm had gone off, sending Ash into a frenzied rush to retreat under the bed. "I warned you!" Takara shouted as she looked at her grandmothers pot, the bottom blackened from burnt rice.

Kiyoko had looked at Hitoshi with amusement when Takara had explained what they were cooking. She had shook her head as though to say good luck before she had handed over what he suspected was her two least precious pots. He now understood why.

"....How?" Was all Hitoshi could manage as he took in the carnage that had been created, the starchy water slowly spreading across her counter. The pair had started the rice together, Hitoshi explaining how much water and rice was required before leaving the pot to come to a boil. The eggs had been put in cold water and brought to a simmer. The rice had been turned to low to steam before the pair had been caught up playing with Ash. "The rice was doing fine five minutes ago. And the eggs-"

"I don't know." She knew the whole thing has been a bad idea, but hoped that maybe this time things would actually work. "This always happens. I don't know why. I try and follow the directions and it just-" Takara dropped the sponge and stepped back from the hot plate, suddenly filled with laughter as she accepted the absurdity of the situation. "I'm sorry." She said after a few seconds, her face breaking into a wide smile as she shook her head. "I did try and warn you. I'm going to have to replace that pot. Poor pot, you didn't deserve that."

"I don't understand." Hitoshi said with a laugh, pausing as he leaned over the pot, the contents ruined. "I'm not upset." He tried to assure her as he looked towards the hot plate.

"Well, I am!" Takara declared, throwing the sponge into the sink with an angry flourish. "I feel like all I do is throw out cookware!"

"It should work. It was put to low. It shouldn't burn that fast."

"Well-" Takara opened her arms, gesturing to the mess that had overtaken the space. She levelled him with a look that suggested he had to reexamine his statement.

Hitoshi opened his mouth, then shut it again. "Okay, let's get more basic." Hitoshi rattled his brain for something with less difficulty and came up horribly short. "I can do instant noodles. In a cup. Not the stovetop ones." Takara offered, earning an unamused look from the man.

"That's just adding water."

"That's what you said about the rice, and look!" Takara pointed to the hot plate accusingly, as though it was somehow responsible for the mess.

"Point taken." Hitoshi admitted as he crossed his arms, leaning up against the counter. He was determined to make this work. There was no reason why it shouldn't. "Maybe it was just too many things at once." Hitoshi suggested as he tossed the cracked eggs into the trash, giving the pot a cursory cleaning before refilling it. "Let's just boil an egg. One egg."

"I don't think it'll be any different." Takara muttered to herself as she opened the fridge, pulling out a singular egg. Hitoshi suppressed a laugh as she gently lowered it into the pot, as though she was concerned if she dropped it too early it would crack.

"We're going to stand here and watch this time. No getting distracted by Ash." Hitoshi leaned against the counter as he set the hot plate up, Takara looking between him and the toy she had already picked up. She dropped it after a moment, rolling her eyes and she moved to stand beside him.

"My mom used to say a watched pot never boils." Takara said as she hopped onto the counter, her legs kicking idly as she stared at the metal pot.

Hitoshi pressed a few buttons before turning to her. "My mother used to say anyone can boil an egg." Hitoshi shot back as he crossed his arms, giving her a smirk. Takara stuck her tongue out at him, a move that brought a smile to his face.

Hitoshi felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, pulling his attention away from the woman. "Don't touch anything." He instructed as he left the kitchen. "And keep your eyes on it." Takara nodded, her attention turning to the pot.

Hitoshi furrowed his brow at the caller ID. "Hello?" He said once he'd lifted the device to his head. "Hey hey!" Hitoshi could practically see Eijiro's face, bright with life as he greeted him. "Kats and I have the night off. Did you want to grab a beer and catch up?"

"Can't." Hitoshi replied shortly, sitting on the edge of Takara's bed. "I'm working."

"Dang. Denki said that you might be free tonight. Guess that didn't-"

"Uhhh.... Toshi." Takara's voice drowned out Eijiro's, her tone tinged with rising uncertainty. "What is it?" Hitoshi called back as he stood, already trying to figure out what had gone wrong in the 30 seconds he'd left her unattended.

"Wait, who's that?"

"No one." Hitoshi said into the phone. "Not no one." He quickly corrected as he approached the kitchen, the sound of evaporating water reaching his ears. "How the hell-" The pot had boiled over, a mess of egg white and water rapidly spreading across the counter as Takara held back a squirming Ash. The kitten yowled for assistance when he spotted the purple haired hero, his back legs dangling and kicking as Takara held him under his front legs.

"You said not to touch anything! Ash hopped up and I guess he pressed something, I don't know-" Takara rambled off as she tried to keep herself from laughing, bouncing the kitten in her arms.

"I was gone for thirty seconds-"

"Mreoow-" Ash yowled, not appreciating being bounced around.

"Dude, what the hell?" Eijiro's voice came through the phone with a laugh. "Who's that? Did you get a cat?"

"No, I didn't get a cat." Hitoshi spoke into the phone as he quickly darted over to the hot plate and to turn it off. He tossed the entire pot into the sink before turning to Takara. His mouth hung open for a second before she held out Ash as a peace offering, her eyes filled with amusement. The kitten seemed equally unamused by being used as a dangling bartering tool.

"Are you at a cat café?" Eijiro offered, still trying to piece together the situation that was happening on the other end of the phone.

"I can't come out tonight, I'm working." Hitoshi repeated as he pat the kitten on the head, the bitter taste of betrayal eased by his cuteness. "Who's the girl?" Eijiro pressed, and Hitoshi didn't need to see him to know he was wiggling his eyebrows.

"Just....Not no one." Hitoshi found himself grimacing as he said it, Takara's head tilting at his words.

"Wow." Takara exclaimed as she placed Ash on the floor, her mouth falling open in false shock. "That's what you're calling me?"

Hitoshi's closed his eyes as he rolled his head back, deciding he needed to get off the phone before Eijiro started asking more questions. "I'm working." He repeated into his phone with a sigh. "Maybe next time. I've got to go."

"Man, really-" Hitoshi hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket before turning to Takara. "...Think your grandma made dinner?" He decided to regroup and try boiling an egg with her tomorrow.

"For me? Sure. For my not-no-one?" Takara gave him a scrutinizing look of consideration. "Maybe."

"Guess you heard that, huh?"

"It's just a really weird way to pronounce girlfriend." Takara shrugged, a smile on her face as she turned to grab her jacket. "But I guess you need to work on your oral skills." He didn't miss the mischief in her eyes as she looked him over.

"Let's test that after dinner."

Domesticity is intimacy, and nothing will change my mind.

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BASIC INFO

Name: Kurono Shiro

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Occupation: Underground Hero

Hero Name: Cat Hero: Lucky

Appearance: He has an androgynous look, short stature (160 cm), and a lean, athletic build. His pale skin contrasts with his straight, shoulder-length white hair and blue eyes. Though he has white cat ears and a tail, the rest of his body is fully human – no fur, muzzle, or paws.

BACKSTORY

Shiro was bullied as a child for his "weak" and "useless" quirk, which initially only let him turn into a house cat. Whenever he said he wanted to be a hero, people laughed, telling him he’d never make it with a quirk like that.

In middle school, Shiro discovered he could transform into any feline species. That earned him some respect, and people stopped mocking him—but he still preferred to keep his distance.

During hero training at U.A., he started opening up a bit more but remained reserved.

He only truly got close to Shinso—his cat instincts told him Shinso could be trusted.

Over time, their bond deepened, and during a mission where Shiro almost died, Shinso confessed his feelings for him.

QUIRK

Name: Cat

How it works: He can transform into any member of the feline family. He retains his human intelligence but cannot speak in this form.

Strengths: Cat-like senses, speed, reflexes, strength, and night vision.

Weaknesses: His feline instincts, which can sometimes take over and control his behavior.

PERSONALITY

Traits: Kind, polite, socially a little awkward but warm and caring. Naive in some areas, blushes easily but doesn’t mind physical closeness. He’s touchy and affectionate—loves hugs and cuddling, though he's bad at flirting. In cat form, he’s bolder and cheekier, clearly enjoying manipulating others with his cuteness.

Strengths: Loyal to those he cares about, good at defusing tension, doesn't hold grudges, naturally charming and likeable.

Weaknesses: Fear of rejection, occasionally too trusting, lingering insecurity about his quirk.

Likes: Catnaps in the sun, being petted, fish in all forms, warm places, Shinso's touch.

Dislikes: Water, being wet, people touching his ears or tail without permission, being treated like a toy.

BEHAVIORS & HABITS

Outwardly friendly and approachable, but avoids deeper connections, blaming it on “feline independence.” In truth, he fears being abandoned.

Professional and serious at work, but quickly relaxes around those he trusts.

Spends most of his time in cat form to help suppress his emotions.

When he wants something, he pulls out the big guns—cat eyes, rubbing against people, and shamelessly weaponizing his charm.

Physical closeness with Shinso doesn’t bother him—he even enjoys it. The only thing that flusters him is flirting.

QUIRKS & ODDITIES

He loves attention in cat form and shamelessly rubs against people’s legs, inviting pets.

Has a strange instinctual habit of knocking things off tables.

Often curls up on the couch or in a pet bed instead of sleeping in a normal bed.

He purrs when he’s really content—but will NEVER admit it.

Still occasionally scratches things with his claws when lost in thought.

RELATIONSHIPS

Shinso: The most important person in his life. Shiro trusts him more than anyone. He doesn’t mind Shinso’s cynicism or sarcasm—in fact, he enjoys it, knowing it’s a sign of affection. He isn’t ashamed of physical closeness with him but blushes easily when Shinso flirts or holds eye contact for too long. He always turns to Shinso when he feels vulnerable.

Kaminari Denki: One of the few who never treated his quirk like a joke. Kaminari’s energy sometimes gets on Shiro’s nerves, but he’s impossible to dislike. Plus, he always falls for the adorable kitty act.

Kirishima Eijiro: For some reason, Kirishima finds him “adorable” and enjoys chatting with him. Shiro’s not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. Kirishima treats him like a younger brother and often tries to “help him open up,” which Shiro finds sweet—but totally unnecessary.

SPEECH STYLE

Speaks in a calm, soft tone. Can sound slightly shy when getting too much attention.

Never raises his voice, even when annoyed—his tone just gets dry and politely sharp.

SAMPLE DIALOGUE

Playful:

“Yeah, I could’ve used the door. But did you see those shelves? They were made for climbing.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you leave a glass on the edge of the table, it’s not staying there.”

Flirting (awkwardly):

“Was that… a compliment? Or are you trying to tell me something?”

“Don’t laugh! It’s not my fault I blush when you look at me like that…”

Sarcastic:

“Oh sure, I totally believe you have no ulterior motives. Absolutely.”

“Great plan. Dangerous and completely pointless. I love it.”

“If I die because of this idea, I want my tombstone to say: ‘Told you it was stupid.’”

Angry / Annoyed:

“No. Don’t touch my tail.”

“Last time someone called me a cute kitty, I scratched their face.”

Tools: Midjourney + PixaiArt Description: by me

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Yes, I ment mind control and yes the reader sorry for not being specific, I suck at spelling and stuff, I love your work (btw I asked about the shinso one

Okay, thanks for specifying! I really enjoyed writing this one. 

Mind's Misstep: Shinsou x GN!Reader

A story where Hitoshi Shinsou accidentally brainwashes you, causing an unexpected loss of control.

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The common room of the UA dorms was buzzing with its usual low-key chaos. Kirishima was sprawled on one couch, scrolling through his phone, while Kaminari tried (and failed) to balance a pencil on his nose. You and Shinsou had claimed a corner table, surrounded by scattered textbooks and half-empty coffee mugs. Study sessions with him were a regular thing now—his dry humor and surprising patience made cramming for exams almost bearable.

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “I swear, if I have to memorize one more hero law, my brain’s gonna melt.”

Shinsou smirked, leaning back in his chair. “You’d make a terrible villain. Too lazy to memorize the loopholes.”

“Rude,” you shot back, tossing a crumpled sticky note at him. He dodged it with a lazy tilt of his head, his purple hair falling messily over his eyes. “You’re one to talk, Mr. ‘I’ll Just Brainwash the Teacher.’”

He snorted, but his expression softened. “You’re lucky I don’t use my quirk to make you study harder.”

“Ha, I’d like to see you try,” you teased, not thinking much of it. You reached for your coffee, expecting him to fire back with another quip.

Instead, his voice dropped, smooth and laced with that subtle, dangerous edge. “Why don’t you read the next chapter?”

Your hand froze mid-air, the mug slipping from your fingers. It hit the table with a soft clink, coffee sloshing over the rim. Your body moved before your mind could catch up, flipping open the textbook and scanning the page like it was the most important thing in the world. A faint fog clouded your thoughts, your own voice silent despite the scream building in your chest.

Shinsou’s eyes widened. “Wait—shit, no, stop!” His chair scraped against the floor as he shot to his feet, hands outstretched. “I didn’t mean—stop reading, now!”

The fog lifted, your hands dropping the book like it burned. You blinked, heart racing, the world snapping back into focus. The common room was quiet now, Kirishima and Kaminari staring from the couch. You shook your head, trying to shake off the lingering daze. “Whoa… did you just…?”

Shinsou’s face was ghost-white, his breathing quick and shallow. He stumbled back, hands trembling as he gripped the edge of the table. “I didn’t—I wasn’t trying to—fuck, I didn’t mean to use it.” His voice cracked, barely audible. “You weren’t supposed to answer.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, pushing your chair back to stand. Your legs felt a little wobbly, but you ignored it, focusing on him. His eyes were wide, darting between you and the floor, like he was afraid to meet your gaze.

“No, it’s not okay,” he snapped, though the anger was aimed at himself. “I just controlled you. In the middle of the damn dorms, over nothing. What if I’d told you to do something worse? I’m—” He cut himself off, pressing a hand to his chest, his breaths coming in sharp gasps. “I’m a fucking danger.”

You stepped closer, careful not to startle him. “Shinsou, breathe. I’m fine, see? Just a little spooked, that’s all.” You kept your voice steady, even as your own pulse still raced.

He shook his head, turning away, his shoulders hunched. “You don’t get it. I can’t just… slip like that. I could’ve hurt you. I’m not—” His voice broke, and he dragged a hand through his hair, tugging hard. “I’m not safe.”

Your heart twisted at the raw fear in his voice. You’d seen Shinsou doubt himself before, but this was different—he looked like he was unraveling. Without hesitating, you reached out, gently touching his arm. He flinched but didn’t pull away.

“Shinsou, look at me,” you said softly. When he didn’t move, you stepped in front of him, your hand still on his arm. “You didn’t hurt me. You stopped it, fast. You realized what happened, and you fixed it. That’s what matters.”

His eyes flicked to yours, glossy and uncertain. “I shouldn’t have let it happen at all,” he muttered. “What kind of hero just… loses it like that?”

“One who’s human,” you said firmly. “You’re still figuring out your quirk. Mistakes happen. But you didn’t let it go too far, and I trust you to keep that from happening again.”

He let out a shaky breath, his jaw tight. “You’re too damn trusting, you know that?”

“Maybe,” you said, offering a small smile. “But I mean it. You’re not a danger. You’re someone I feel safe around, quirk and all.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, like he was searching for a catch. Slowly, the tension in his frame eased, his breathing steadying. “You’re ridiculous,” he mumbled, but there was a faint warmth in his tone, the panic starting to fade.

“Ridiculous enough to keep studying with you,” you said, nudging his arm lightly before stepping back. “So, what’s it gonna be? Back to hero laws, or do we take a break and clean up this coffee mess?”

He glanced at the spilled mug, then back at you, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “Break,” he said quietly. “But… thanks. For, you know. Not freaking out.”

“Anytime,” you said, grabbing a napkin to start cleaning. As you worked, you caught him watching you, his expression softer than usual. And despite the scare, you couldn’t help but feel a little closer to him, like you’d both just crossed some invisible line together.

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note: I like how kirishima and denki have no purpose in this fic. they're just there. two extras. adore them tho <3

Drink water, sleep good, be productive my pookies!

-made with loves n' kisses!

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Coffee Cures [Shinsou] (Fluff)

(One-Shot 14/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays - and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Shinsou x OC, Hitoshi Shinsou, Shinso, Original Female Character(s), Ichijiku Aoki, Shinsou-centric, OC Runs Into Her Best Friend, OC Writes Stories, Coffee Date Because Shinsou is a Cutie, Shinsou is a Little Shit, He Likes to Tease OC, Honestly They Are Disgustingly Adorable, Aizawa is Mentioned, Obviously, Also There's a Cat, Overall Cuteness

Word Count: 1,542 words

Summary: After a long time writing, Shinsou invites Ichijiku with him to the coffee shop to rest and relax. On the way home, they meet an unexpected friend on the street!

Ichijiku (Tigress)

“Hello? Earth to Ichijiku?” Shinsou tugs me out of my manic writing frenzy with his dulcet tones. 

I blink and he’s blurry. One more blink and he comes into focus. Damn. Was I really that out of touch with reality? I turn back to my computer where ten new pages of content look back at me from my word processor.

“How long have I been brain dead?” I grunt, stretching over my chair and popping my back.

“Almost two hours. How the hell did you manage ten pages?” He gapes, looking at the screen as I scroll.

“The characters wouldn’t stop yelling at me.” I whine.

I tilt my head back and he looks down at me with that sleepy smile. When he kisses me, all of the tension in my muscles melts away. Everything feels serene and pleasant.

“You look like you could use a break from all their rambling. Want to come to the coffee shop with me?” His fingers graze my cheek.

“As if that’s a question.”

. . . . .

Winds whistle through buildings and serenade my ears with another story. You’d think stories would stop floating around in my head after two hours of writing, but alas, no such luck.

Not that I mind.

“Do you think it’ll snow today?” Shinsou hums.

“I sure hope so.” I smile. “You know winter is my favorite season.” 

“It’s starting to become my favorite too.” 

“You just like seeing me in sweaters.”

“It’s not just that.” Shinsou huffs, hiding his smile in his scarf. “I also like that it’s cold enough that I can cuddle you everywhere I go.”

“If you’re trying to earn brownie points and make me buy your coffee…it’s working.” I laugh taking his hand and swinging it as a tinkling bell announces our presence in the shop.

“I’m trying to earn brownie points because you’re my girlfriend and I like seeing you smile.” He chuckles.

We step in and he kisses my cheek, making my eyes sparkle up at him. Coming from a family that neglected my need for physical touch makes these little micro-affections that much more meaningful.

“Hi, how can I help you?” A familiar voice asks as the barista turns around. Her eyes brighten. “Ichan!”

“Hana-chan! Hey!” I beam. “How have you been? I didn’t expect to see you here!”

“I’ve been great! I landed this job as a way to make a little extra cash. They pay my bills on the Support Team but you know I like to keep myself busy.” She laughs, making someone’s drink and then calling out the order. “How have you been, Shinsou?”

“Ichan still keeps me around, so life couldn’t be better.” He says casually, leaning his head on mine as he wraps an arm around my shoulders.

“You two are disgustingly adorable.” Hanayuki smiles, stepping behind the register. “What can I get you cuties?”

“A peppermint hot chocolate, please.” I say.

“And a hot coffee with cream and two sugars.”

Once our orders are put in and served, we thank her and head to a quiet space in the corner by the window. I take a sip of my hot chocolate and promptly singe the entire surface area of my tongue.

“A-Ah…” I splutter, swallowing and feeling every hot drop of liquid as it slides down my throat like scalding magma. “I have made a mistake!”

Shinsou’s lips twitch as he fights a smile, taking a sip of his hot coffee like it’s nothing and then setting it down as he raises a challenging eyebrow. Cheeky jerk.

“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice, Mister!” I squeak, swallowing a few times as the heat from my drink slowly dissipates. “Now I’m sad and demand cuddles!” I pout.

“It’s not my fault you can’t handle the heat.” He taunts.

“I mean, there’s a reason winter is my favorite season.” I crinkle my nose at him and stick out my tongue.

“Aw, want me to kiss it and make it better?” He puckers up.

“Gah!” I smack his arm playfully and then hide my face in my hands as I flush.

“Hey, don’t hide that cute blush from me.” Shinsou purrs, combing his fingers through the ends of my hair as he whispers in my ear. “If you hide, I’ll be forced to tickle you.” His hand skirts at my side.

“Don’t you dare!” I squirm, already feeling the tingling sensation even though he barely touches me. “You know how ticklish I…snow!”

All antics disappear as we gaze out the large window. Even though it’s outside, the falling flakes have a way of quieting the daily buzz of background noise. My shoulders slump and a smile settles on my face. Shinsou’s arm comes around my waist and pulls me close. For a while, we just watch and sip at our drinks - of course, I wait until mine will no longer scald my tongue. 

When we’re both finished with our drinks and a thin white blanket covers the street, Shinsou grunts and shuffles to the end of the table.

“Ready, Sunshine?”

“Ready.”

We toss our trash and head out the door when I hear a faint cry. No, a sort of whine? At first, I ignore it, scanning the area as I thread my arm through Shinsou’s as we move along.

Meow! 

“Do you hear that?” I gasp, turning and looking around for a little bundle of fur.

“Hm? Hear what?” Shinsou asks, but his eyes light up when the sound gets louder. “A cat?”

“A kitten! We have to find it.”

I scour a set of nearby bushes, but there’s nothing of note. Shinsou looks around the dumpsters near the coffee shop.

“Psst, over here, Sunshine!” He calls out, crouching down near the dumpster. “Hey there, buddy. Come on out. We won’t hurt you.”

I’m slow and methodic in my movements as I end up crouched at the other side of the dumpster. A tuxedo kitten pinballs between Shinsou and I, peeking out at one before crawling to peek out at the other. 

Trying to coax the little kitten out, I imitate the sound of a chirping mom cat, extending my hand low to the ground. Shinsou continues using his soothing voice to our advantage as well.

I don’t know how long we both crouch out by the dumpster trying to coax the kitten over when a familiar, droning voice interrupts us.

“What are you two troublemakers up to?”

“Oh, hey, Mr. Aizawa. Didn’t expect to see you here.” Shinsou responds, his attention quickly distracted by the sight of his old mentor. “There’s a kitten behind the dumpster. We were just convincing it to come out.”

“Mm. You might do that easier with a little cat food.”

The sound of rustling grocery bags tickle my ears as I edge closer and closer towards the little tuxedo. Eventually, I plant my bottom in the freezing snow and patiently hold out my hand.

A moment later Shinsou hands me a tin of wet cat food. I sit the open can beside me, watching the tuxedo venture closer at the promise of food. All three of us barely move a muscle as he creeps over to us, eyes wide as he debates whether or not to trust us.

Finally, he’s there. The sound of moist munching breaks the quiet of the falling snow and I slowly reach out to pet him. He snaps his head to me and I pause, but he lets me touch him when he turns back to the food.

“There you go, cutie. You must be freezing cold. We’ll find you someplace warm to stay, lil buddy.” I coo, feeling warm as he starts relaxing around me with every stroke of his fur.

When he finishes off the can, I scoop him up into my arms before he can run away, and squirm until I get my feet under me to stand.

“Look at ‘im, Hitoshiii.” I step closer to him and let him get in a few head pats before turning to Aizawa. “Would you like to pet him, Mr. Aizawa?”

Our expressionless teacher seems less than thrilled with the little animal, but if we learned anything from our time at UA, we know he’s got a soft spot. For his students and cats alike. So I’m not surprised when he scratches the little guy behind his ear and he starts purring.

“Aww, he likes you.” I giggle.

“I’ve already got four, I don’t need another.” Aizawa drones.

My eyes immediately find Shinsou and I put on my biggest pair of kitten eyes, holding the little tuxedo beside my face to soften him even more.

“No.”

“Pleeeasseee, Hitoshi-kun?” I plead. “At least let’s take him for now while it’s cold?”

“What will Fauna have to say on the matter?”

“You and I both know he’s small enough that she’ll treat him like her own.” 

I don’t miss Aizawa hiding a smirk in his scarf as Shinsou sighs, pretending like he doesn’t want the kitten just as much as I do.

“...fine.”

“Yes!” 

In the following weeks when I’ve got a cold and a sinus infection, I still don’t regret it. Especially when I find the little tuxedo - Kakure - napping with Shinsou, cuddled up on his chest.

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