#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 !!

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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."

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Chapter 21: Temporary

Takara sighed as she noticed a purple splotch appear behind her in the video feed, Hitoshi's hair a wild mop atop his head. Her mothers keen eyes had apparently noticed him first. "Mom, I-"

"Sorry. If I had known Takara had a video call, I would have worn a shirt to bed." Hitoshi raised a hand in greeting as Takara mouthed "leave" over her shoulder to the now dressed hero. Hitoshi grinned, not listening to Takara's plea as he stepping further into the frame. "I'm Hitoshi, Takara's friend."

"What an interesting way to say you're sleeping with my daughter!"

"Crossroads? Really?" Takara sighed. She'd come to realize her lonely walk through the woods was one her mind conjured when she'd spotted a kangaroo munching on bamboo. It had waved to her before hopping back through the birch trees, the soft snow dampening the noise it should have made.

"Diverging paths that meet but do not superposition." The Other sat in the center of the intersection, legs crossed as they started down one path. Her shorts and dark tank top were contrasting to the waking world where the weather would have made the outfit impossible. "This just feels too on the nose. Aren't you supposed to speak in riddles and be super mysterious?" Takara waved her hands in a mocking gesture. The Other looked at Takara with sympathy, the golden hues in her eyes visible despite the lack of light. "I exist in the spaces between spaces, where thoughts and emotion weave themselves into the tapestry of experience." It answered, the voice echoing gently through the air.

"See, that's more what I was expecting." Takara sat across from The Other, crossing her legs in a similar fashion to the entity. She felt the small road pebbles sink into her skin, poking into the flesh on the back of her thighs. "I don't know what to do." The Other looked around the crossroads in assessment, gazing for a sustained moment between the four destinations before before returning her glowing orbs to Takara. "What if I make a mistake?" Takara asked the Other, clutching her knees to her chest as she turned her attention to the gravel.

"Your ordering is incorrect." The Other assured her, a warm smile on her face. It reached its hand to bridge the space between them . "A decision preceeds regret."

"But what if I'm not sure of my choice?" The Other considered her question, turning her eyes towards the sky. Takara felt her eyes drawn upward where stars moved lazily, flickering in and out of focus as though the sky had melted into water. "Joy is found where you tend to it." Takara pressed her forehead into her knees with a sigh. "But-" When Takara looked back to the Other, she was met with a bright, white light instead. She felt the pull of consciousness tearing through the space as the snowy crossroads fell away into nothingness.

Takara's phone vibrated, the light flashing in her eyes as she fell back into her body. Through sleep deprived eyes she squinted at the caller ID. The jumbled letters didn't elicit anything in her brain, so she opted to accept the call.

"Hello?" Takara's voice cracked as she held the phone to her ear, rubbing her eye with her free hand. She heard a groan behind her and turned to see Hitoshi cover his eyes with his arm, hiding from both her movement and noise.

"Takara it's a video call, I don't need to see inside your ear." Takara pulled the phone away and glared at her mothers image on the screen. "Why are you calling me so early-"

"It is four o'clock in the afternoon here, redjyk." She watched her mother's brow furrow as she looked behind Takara. Takara was left with the image of her mothers squinting eyes on her screen. "Is that a -" She quickly realized what her mother was looking at as Hitoshi slumbered beside her. She assumed his shirt was thrown somewhere in the room, the rise and fall of his chest deep and slow despite the conversation taking place next to him.

"No, no it's nothing." Takara threw the quilt off herself as she moved to sit, trying to hide Hitoshi's shirtless form from view as she made her way towards the door. "Goddess. Takara you could grate cheese-"

"Mom!" Takara whispered into the phone through gritted teeth. "What? You're the one who picked up while you have someone in your bed. Hello handsome!" Takara felt her face flush as Hitoshi stirred, his eyes squinting from the mid daylight that peeked in through the curtains. He grinned at her, mischief overtaking his features as he processed what had woken him up. "Come back to bed, love. I'd love to talk-"

"You absolutely are not talking with my mother." Takara cut his comment short as she opened the door, throwing the man a glare over her shoulder. "Let me talk to cheese grater!" Takara heard her mother exclaim through her phones speaker and Takara resisted the urge to toss her phone out the window.

Peeking her head out into the hallway, she found the place was silent save for the movement of Hitoshi in the room behind her. The noise was quickly muffled as Takara slammed the door shut. "Is that the Gargoyle you mentioned?" Her mother wasted no time in prying into her life as Takara made her way into the kitchen, idly opened a few of the kitchen cupboards in search of a water glass.

"Yes." Takara switched to Ruq, knowing Hitoshi was likely listening. "It's... Complicated?"

"Everything is complicated until you decide it isn't." Her mother chastised with a shake of her feathers. Takara glared into her phone camera, a look that did little to deter her mother. Finally locating the correct cupboard she turned on the sink and waited for the stream to cool.

"He's a workaholic hero, and we're not serious."

"Serious enough to call you love and want to speak to your mother is serious." Her mother rolled her eyes as she sipped her drink, the ice in the glass creating a rattling noise as she lowered it.

"Well that's what we originally decided but now everything is all tangled -"

"Cheese grater!" Takara sighed as she noticed a purple splotch appear behind her in the video feed, Hitoshi's hair a wild mop atop his head. Her mothers keen eyes had apparently noticed him first. "Mom, I-"

"Sorry. If I had known Takara had a video call, I would have worn a shirt to bed." Hitoshi raised a hand in greeting as Takara mouthed "leave" over her shoulder to the now dressed hero. Hitoshi grinned, not listening to Takara's plea as he stepping further into the frame. "I'm Hitoshi, Takara's friend."

"What an interesting way to say you're sleeping with my daughter!" Takara gave Hitoshi an I-warned-you grin over her shoulder as his eyes widened, his cheeks filling with warmth at the brazen comment. "I'm Takara's mother, Nialama. You can call me Nia." Her mother raised a claw and waved politely. Hitoshi recovered quickly as he stepped closer to Takara, allowing her mother a better look at his face. "I'm not here to judge. But I'm much too young to be a grandmother so please-"

"Mother I swear I will end this call-"

"Don't speak Ruq when non-speakers are present dear, it's incredibly rude to leave your friend out of the conversation." Her mother was quick to chastise as Takara growled in frustration. Her mothers emphasis on the word friend was salt in an oddly fresh wound.

"I wasn't expecting for him to be here when you called. The day got away from me." Takara admitted as Hitoshi stole her water glass, downing it in a few quick gulps. "'Toshi." Takara whined, earning a chuckle from the man as he went to refill it.

"Well it doesn't matter to me if he's here or not. You've been busy, getting injured and not bothering to mention it." Her mother finally got to her point, earning a sigh from her daughter. "It doesn't matter-"

"You don't get to decide what matters and what doesn't. It was bad enough to land you in the hospital. I thought I was your emergency contact. Why didn't they call me?"

"It's a new hospital. I moved to be closer to grandma-"

"You moved? Why am I finding this all out now, redjyk-"

"Mom." Takara cut off her mothers annoyance with her own. "You've been busy with your coaching, dads been busy with the museum. There just hasn't been a good time to catch up." She explained, accepting the refilled glass from Hitoshi as he rethought his involvement in the conversation. "Besides, this guys been around to keep me safe. So there's no reason to worry."

"Well then he needs to do better." Her mother deadpanned, openly glaring at the man. Hitoshi wasn't sure how to respond as he rubbed the back of his head. The words were cold, but he accepted that she had a point.

"Okay well that was uncalled for." Takara swiftly corrected. "If you called to chastise me and be rude to him-" Takara swiftly ended the call, pocketing her phone as Hitoshi blinked in confusion.

"Do you always just hang up on people?" He asked as Takara began walking back towards the bedroom, stretching her arms above her head. "Call me sometime and find out." She answered shortly. Takara began undressing, intending to put back on her clothes from the previous day to wear back to her apartment when Hitoshi appeared in the doorway.

"We're something." He declared, eyes fixed on Takara as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Oh? I wasn't aware that was a unilateral decision." The words were curt and cold, Takara not bothering to look at the man as she deflated him.

"Well, you're something to me." Hitoshi amended after a moment, sounding more defeated than he had after his initial statement. Takara took in a deep breath as she turned to face him. Hitoshi leaned in the doorway, giving an air of indifference despite his declaration.

"What does that mean?" Takara questioned, annoyance rising within her. They'd agreed to the parameters. As much as he had grown on her, she wasn't sure why he was opening the conversation up when the boundaries had been made very clear. "Are you going to stop fucking other people?" Hitoshi blinked, standing straighter as the question rattled around in his head. "Do you think I've been seeing other people?" He questioned with a dry laugh. The thought was hilarious. All his spare time had been spent either with her, or watching over her.

"Obviously." Takara replied as she turned her attention back to getting dressed, collecting her haphazardly discarded socks. "You very explicitly said you couldn't be anything to me. So I assumed that meant you were seeing other people the same way you're seeing me." Hitoshi crossed the room in two steps, pushing Takara back onto the bed. "Hey-" She cried out, only to be silenced by his lips crashing into hers. Takara felt herself melt into his touch as his body pressed her into the mattress, allowing him to deepen their kiss until they were gnashing teeth and fighting for control. She tangled her hands in his hair, trying to pull him back so she could bite the spot on his neck that she knew would make him feral. Hitoshi held firm, not moving from his position over her.

"There isn't anyone else." He chuckled as they broke apart for air, using one hand to tilt her chin up towards him. Her brown orbs were filled with scrutiny and doubt as they surveyed his. "There isn't, Takara. Just us."

"Is this about the Joining?" Takara asked, her eyes still observing him.

"No. Go if that's what you want. But you have six months to start thinking about me as something. Right?" Hitoshi questioned at her incredulous look. "I won't stop you from going." It was the truth - if she was going to be with him, it had to be a well informed choice on her part. "But if it's enough to be something to someone, know that you're something to me."

"I think -" Takara's hand pressed gently into Hitoshi's chest, encouraging him to lean up and away. He obliged and rolled over onto the bed beside her, his eyes locked on her features as she continued to stare at the ceiling. It was as though she was trying to find the answer in the popcorn pattern that was plastered above the pair. "I think we're being very vague, and that's confusing us both. I think we need boundaries."

The turnabout from their first boundaries conversation was not lost on Hitoshi, but he nodded all the same. "What does this theoretical something mean to you?" Hitoshi didn't miss the dismissal in her question but opted not to detract by pointing it out.

"This something is just what we've been doing. I don't want to change anything." Hitoshi admitted after consideration. "But this isn't nothing to me. When you disappear for a week I worry about you. I sleep better with you around." Hitoshi admitted, tuning towards Takara. He noticed the furrowed brow she sported.

"'Toshi." Takara dragged a hand down her face as she sighed. "All you're saying is you've caught feelings. Which yeah, I think we both have." Takara admitted as she swallowed her anxiety. "That's something, sure. But that's not my something. I want to actually build a life with someone-"

"Just give me the six months." Hitoshi cut her off with his request. "Don't cancel anything for the Joining. But just give me six months to show you what I mean. And if that's not enough, at least we'll both know it."

Takara took in a shaky breath. "What, just be your temporary girlfriend?" Hitoshi froze at the word, fighting the urge to rebuke it. He'd never particularly liked that title - it felt too formal. Takara laughed at the pregnant pause her question elicited from the hero. She stood up, shaking her head at her own naivety. "Oh, sorry, is that just too committal?" The mocking and dismissive tone in her voice brought Hitoshi back to the moment.

"I've just never had one, okay?" He spat, his palms sweaty at the revelation. "It'll take some time for me to get comfortable with.... Everything. But sure, if that's how you want to think about it, fine. Be my temporary girlfriend."

Takara wanted to say something witty, about how if they were already calling it temporary what was the point. Instead she took in a deep breath and blew it out through her mouth. "Fine. Sure. Temporary." Takara repeated back, trying to ease the ache and fluttering in her heart. "Meet my parents." She added on after a moment. "When they fly back. For Yule." She elaborated as she turned. Her eyes assessed his closely, as if trying to determine if the request would scare him away. Instead he raised an eyebrow. "Sure. But why does your mom call me cheese grater?"

Takara laughed and Hitoshi was relieved to see she was actually happy. The conversation had been tense and terse, but seeing her laugh brought him comfort. "Because you could grate cheese on your abs." Takara snorted at the confused look on Hitoshi's face. "The hero commission hosts an annual Christmas party. Come with me." It was Hitoshi's turn to chuckle at Takara's face, hers one of surprise and excitement.

"Do I get to see you in a fancy suit?" Her excitement was palpable as her eyes filled with delight. "We'll see." Hitoshi tempered her expectations with his words. He'd normally shown up in his hero attire, if he bothered to show up at all. Takara frowned at the dismissal but didn't pursue it further, nodding in acknowledgement of the request.

"I have to feed Ash. Which I guess means we need to feed Ash." Hitoshi nodded as he stood. He was surprised when Takara wrapped her arms around his midsection, plastering herself into his chest and holding him close. He relaxed into her touch, wrapping her in his arms and laying his chin on the crown of her head. He was disappointed by only the remnants of her strawberry scent left from the last few days events. "I'm glad you asked for what you wanted. I just hope you meant it."

I just cornered myself into having to write six months of content or a time skip. Fuck.

Link to chapter index.

Link to chapter twenty two.

[julieemarine]

[Left: OG Shinsou; Right: Black Shinsou]

I have decided to ship Mizumi with Shinsou. Also, hc’ing Shinsou as Afro-Dominican/Japanese. (I took inspo from @redhoodzuko)

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[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! 🪽

[real-hot-grl-shi]

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.

[gaecactae]

A Cozy Cloud☁️

04. Home, at last🏡

😊😊 it brings me so much joy to show you this comic, I have no idea why haven’t I done that earlier!

Well, Tenko is at his forever home from now on! Story obviously continues 🥰

[kikyoupdates]

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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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💫 masterlist

❝ 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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❝ 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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❝ 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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𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 - 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐃'𝐬

Word Count: 773

Contains:teasing, sparring, flashing, boobies

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A/N: @slayfics Since you're going through shit I decided to write the fics I promise hehehe muah also for the other readers you may just plug yourself in.

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As the school day slowly passed, the students of class 1-A were hard at work training. Each student was paired with a partner, their hero costumes on and sweat dripping from their brows as they sparred and practiced their quirks. Kansa and Shinso stood across from each other, both breathing heavily after finishing their sparring session. With a soft pant, Kansa caught the water bottle that Shinso tossed her way. She took a deep drink, relishing the coolness that quenched her thirst. "You're still taking it easy on me," she chuckled, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead. 

Shinso opened his own water bottle and took a long sip before shaking his head adamantly. "I'm not holding back. I'm fighting just as I would with anyone else." He took another swig of water before continuing, "You're just getting better every day." 

Kansa scoffed playfully, setting her water bottle down. "Yeah right," she retorted. "You expect me to believe that I beat you fair and square in each round?"

Shinso shrugged nonchalantly, taking another sip of his drink. But Kansa wasn't satisfied. With a soft smirk, she spoke up again, making her true thoughts known. "I still don't trust you. Maybe you're just weak," she taunted. Shinso's eyebrow raised in response, knowing full well that she was just trying to get under his skin. "I'm not weak," he said firmly, setting down his bottle as Kansa stepped closer to him.

But Kansa's smirk only grew wider, her finger jabbing at Shinso's chest as she continued to provoke him. "Like hell, you aren't. You're weak, just admit it." Her words were like daggers, piercing through his armor and chipping away at his composure.

Determined not to back down, Shinso tightened his grip on her wrist when she poked at him once more. "Do you want me to prove that I'm not? Is that what you want?" His voice was low and dangerous, his eyes glinting with an intensity that mirrored the fire behind them.

Their standoff continued, each one refusing to give in to the other's will. In that moment, it seemed as if anything could happen between these two volatile individuals.

"Yeah, that's what I've been trying to tell you this whole time," she said with exasperation. Her eyes narrowed as she spoke, determined to make him understand her point. Kansa's muscles tensed as she shifted into her fighting stance, her feet planted firmly on the ground. Shinso mirrored her movements, his eyes never leaving hers.

They began sparring, fists and feet flying through the air as they dodged and countered each other's attacks. Kansa whipped out her weapon, a long, thin whip that crackled through the air. But Shinso was too quick for her, easily evading her strikes. He let out a low chuckle as he effortlessly maneuvered around her.

In a split second, he was behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her torso in a firm hold. Kansa grunted as she struggled against his grasp, trying to break free. She elbowed him in the ribs, but as she did so, the laces on her top came undone. With a loud ripping sound, her top burst open, revealing her bare chest.

Kansa gasped in shock and quickly covered herself with one arm while using the other to try and fix her top. Shinso's gaze turned downwards to see what had caused her reaction. His eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected sight before him.

His cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as he hastily released her, his hands flying away from her chest. Kansa quickly crossed her arms over her exposed skin, a loud, uninhibited laugh escaping her lips. "Shit, I'm so sorry," he stammered, his voice tinged with panic as he reached for the scarf around his neck. He carefully wrapped it around her body, making sure not to look as he covered her up. Kansa shook her head, smiling mischievously as she adjusted the scarf. "If you wanted to see my tits, all you had to do was ask. I wouldn't have minded," she teased, locking eyes with the embarrassed Shinso who couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. "You didn't have to rip my top like that." She gestured towards the torn fabric peeking out from under the scarf.

The words tumbled out of his mouth in a flustered jumble, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "No! That's not what-" he attempted to say, but she cut him off with a playful smile, struggling to contain her laughter.

"Joking," she finally managed to say, still grinning mischievously. "But hey, thanks for the scarf."

"It's the least I can do," 

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Fingers grazed the screen, caressing his face gently. He was talking to the news about a recent save, the bright colors of the tv lighting up the otherwise darkened room.

"Oh, my love." She cooed, kissing his lips when they do a close up towards him, "Soon you will be mine."

The video shut off, leaving her in complete darkness. She sighed quietly, dropping her phone down on her bed. Then she stood, tracing her lips as though she could pretend they were his.

There in front of her was a beautiful shrine for her darling. She knelt in front of it, admiring the pictures that were there of him. Her eyes fell forward to the single strand of purple hair she had been able to snatch, one night while he eas sleeping soundly. (One of the few times she has noticed him sleeping.)

"I love you, Shinsou." She breathed, her heart already starting to race and heat begin to pool between her legs. He would be hers, to touch and to hold. To kiss and to love. He would be hers.

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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.)

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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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[hersaladdeer]

Chapter 19: Dance

An ongoing ProHero Hitoshi x F!OC fanfic.

"I'll just wait for you to drift off and carry you to bed." He announced. "And I'm not pouting." Hitoshi tacked on with a sigh.

"You are. You're still upset about me asking for space after this."

"I'm disappointed." She felt Hitoshi lower his face and his chin tickling the top of her head. "I've gotten use to this.' He whispered as he squeezed her closer. He breathed in her familiar scent, trying to commit it to memory for when he was inevitably pushed out of her life.

"I am too. It'll be hard, but that's why we have to do it." Takara explained with closed eyes. "I can't get use to you, and you shouldn't get use to me."

"You're being stubborn." Takara glared at the mass of half asleep man. Hitoshi pulled the blanket over his head in response, rolling over so he faced the inside of the couch.

"Go to bed, Takara." He sighed as he readjusted his weight on the couch. "I've slept in worse places." He added, knowing the woman felt guilty for the sleeping arrangement. He knew she may not have wanted him on her couch, but going to bed with her would only make it more difficult when they went back to their normal routine.

"This is ridiculous." Takara sat on the hero knowing he would not move his feet to allow her a seat. After their talk at his apartment Hitoshi had been oddly quiet. They hadn't picked up where they'd left off. He'd followed her to her grandmothers store to fill her in on the situation, had read a book on the couch as she fluttered about her apartment, and stolen one of her spare blankets to make a cocoon on while he did so. He was pouting, she'd decided, and she was done ignoring it.

"I'm doing what you asked. You said this would make it easier for you." Takara took in a deep breath to ease her annoyance. He was right, she had asked for this. "You know what? Fine." Takara pulled the blanket off the hero, ignoring his protests as she did so. The glare he threw her filled with exhaustion and annoyance before she laid on top of him.

"What're you doing?" He asked with what could have been laugh as she buried herself in his chest, pulling the blanket over herself so only her head was visible. Her weight was welcome as it pressed against him and Hitoshi found himself reaching to wrap an arm around Takara's sleepy form. She'd taken after her grandmother and had a few LED candles left on, giving the space a warm, flickering glow in the late hour.

"I asked you to sleep on the couch. I didn't say I couldn't join you." Takara said smugly as she closed her eyes, confident in her win of the debate. His heartbeat was soothing beneath her, the warmth he radiated being captured by the blanket and quickly lulling her to sleep.

"Now you're being ridiculous." Hitoshi shook his head. Takara didn't have to look at him to know he was smiling despite the words that sprung from his mouth.

"I'm rubber and you're glue." Takara recalled the rhyme from her childhood and snorted as she recited it. "Are we going to stay here, or are you going to come to bed?"

Takara had been catching up some of her friends online while Hitoshi had been pouting with a book. She had originally let her girls chat know she would be disappearing for a while after her grandfathers death. She had almost a months worth of messages to get caught up on and had happily drank in all the goings-on from her friends. Getting caught up in others' drama was always a great way to detract from her own.

Night had settled in rapidly, as had Takara's exhaustion. Ash had been a traitor and chosen to nap on Hitoshi's lap for the evening, which Takara had found equal measures insulting and adorable. Now she was ready for bed, and the man had refused to join her.

"I'm going to stay here. You're going to bed." Hitoshi said, but the way he ran his fingers through her hair made Takara think he wouldn't make her move.

"We can go to bed when you're done pouting. For now, we stay here." Takara found her eyes closing, the movement of the mans fingers causing her to drift off.

"I'll just wait for you to drift off and carry you to bed." He announced. "And I'm not pouting." Hitoshi tacked on with a sigh.

"You are. You're still upset about me asking for space after this."

"I'm disappointed." She felt Hitoshi lower his face, the top of his chin ticklling the top of her head. "I've gotten use to this."' He whispered as he squeezed her closer. He breathed in her familiar scent, trying to commit it to memory for when he was inevitably pushed out of her life.

"I am too. It'll be hard, but that's why we have to do it." Takara explained with closed eyes. "I can't get use to you, and you shouldn't get use to me. That way it's easier when..." Breaking up wasn't quite right, but neither was moving on. The latter made it seem like someone had died.

"What if we don't?" Hitoshi questioned, his grip on her tightening. "Do you remember when I asked if you had any hard boundaries, and you said no? But then, once the situation presented itself, you realized you did?" Hitoshi ran a hand through his hair as he swallowed. His palms were sweaty, his heart beat had become faster.

"...Yeah." Confusion laced Takara's voice as she turned to look up at the man. He looked uncertain and wary, the flickering lights highlighting the deep shadows under his eyes.

"I think I did the same thing." Hitoshi said slowly. "I said we couldn't be anything, but now that we're here..." Hitoshi's voice trailed off as he shook his head, defeat settling in. "I don't know how."

He'd seen his peers juggle relationships and work, some successfully and others less so. But he'd always actively avoided them. A passing fling or an occasional hook up had kept him satisfied with his physical needs. Hitoshi simply ignored his emotional ones in favor of his bonds with his fellow heroes and peers - people who understood the sacrifices he had made to get to where he was and wouldn't ask him to compromise that. It was simpler that way, and didn't draw his attention from his work.

Now he found himself longing for her company. He wanted the feeling to be mutual, and hated how little she had reached out during their time apart. It ate away at him how wholly unaffected Takara seemed to be while he'd been worried for the week she was moving. How she hadn't bothered to text him at all when he left her his number the first time. Hitoshi knew he was attractive - Denki had made him aware of Hitoshi's inclusion in a few magazines' top 10 single hunky hero lists. He'd never had too much trouble taking someone back to his apartment when he was inclined to.

Takara had kept her walls up successfully and Hitoshi wasn't sure how to go about scaling them.

"I don't think there's a right or a wrong way to do it." Takara admitted after a moment of consideration. "My parents got married the day they met, and they're happy. My friend has been hooking up with the same guy casually for 3 years, and they're also happy. It's just what works for each person."

"Your parents got married the day they met?" Hitoshi questioned, the absurdity of the statement detracting his brain from it's own problems.

"Oh. Yeah. Here." Takara rolled off the man, landing on her feet. She'd taken the blanket with her as she did so. Hitoshi grumbled at the warmth being stripped away from him as Takara disappeared into her room, returning moments later with a photo album.

"Originally, followers of the Goddess - singular or plural - would gather and hold a dance for everyone 25 and over who wanted to participate. It was called the Joining Ceremony." Takara explained as she opened the album. Hitoshi sat up to make space for her to sit. He perched his chin on her shoulder as she gazed down at the album, an arm sliding around her waist.

"The joining song would play and everyone would dance. You'd have to learn the steps ahead of time. It doesn't change, so that way everyone does the same steps." Takara explained, flipping away from the front cover. "The idea is that you will naturally find who you are most compatible with in the movements and partner up. Once the dance finishes you talk and, if both felt it was a match, they'd get married."

"That's an incredibly fast courtship." Takara shrugged off the comment. "It's voluntary, and you can always say no if you don't like the match. You only attend if you're open to the idea to begin with."

Takara continued as Hitoshi processed the information. "The song plays three times, so if the first one doesn't work out you get a few chances." Takara explained. She stopped her flipping on a large, full page photo of two people standing an an altar. Hitoshi realized it was her parents. He recognized Takara's eyes in the heteromorph woman wearing a bright orange and black dress, highlighting the subtle blue tone of her feathers. Her talons gripped the man's hands across from her as she looked up at him lovingly. Her father had wild red curls, and had dressed in a Kimono. Hitoshi noticed the orange details that looked embroidered onto the fabric.

"My mother had gone after she had won a few big awards for her choreographies. She said she was ready to settle down and had a hard time with dating because of her looks." Takara explained. "My father went because he'd just finished grad school and wanted to fall in love, start a family, all that fun stuff."

Takara moved forward a few pages, showing a crowd of people dancing in various attire. "Their first dance they both ended up with other people. My mother had turned them down because she didn't feel like he was sincere. My father turned down his first match because he had spotted my mom while dancing. He says it was love at first sight, and he knew that he didn't want to be with anyone else."

"So the next time, he just went for her?"

"It was actually at the third dance. My fathers rhythm had been too slow, and he didn't end up matching very well with my mom the second time. So at the start of the third he just walked up to her and asked her to dance with him." Takara said with a laugh, her eyes glued to the photo in front of her. "It's not very traditional and I'm sure it upset a few people, but he knew what he wanted and decided to go for it." Takara said with a shrug. "I mean, it clearly worked out for them."

"Are these still done?" Hitoshi questioned, his curiosity peaking. "It is, but now the sects are separate. Sort of." Takara explained as she closed the book, standing to put the album away. "There was a shift after one of the singular worshipping heads refused to participate because they didn't want to marry someone who didn't share their beliefs. They hosted their own that year and have done so ever since. So now they're a more closed off community. Different sects will still join my Goddess' Joining, but those who worship only the one Goddess have their own."

"And everyone is okay with that arrangement?" Takara considered the question as she sat back down on the couch. "I don't know. I know my mother was unhappy with it - she separated from her original sect after. She felt it lessened the bonds between our community to close off one sect." Takara explained after a moment. "I guess I'll know after-" Takara cut herself off, hoping Hitoshi didn't pick-up on her words.

"After what?" He questioned, his head tilting slightly as he surveyed her. She had tensed, her back straightening as she looked away.

"After I go to mine." Takara admitted sheepishly. Hitoshi blinked as the realization sank in, his hands going clammy with sweat. He was sure Takara could hear the sound of his heartbeat with how quiet the room was. He stared at the woman sitting next to him who still avoided his eyes. Takara pursed her lips before expelling them, making a pop noise to fill the tense silence.

"When?" Hitoshi questioned, trying to shake off his shock. "The next one is in six months. I signed up for it last year." Takara admitted as she rubbed her nails together in a nervous movement, her eyes filled with apologies as she looked at him.

"So you're learning the steps?" Hitoshi found himself asking, although he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer. Takara chuckled nervously as she grimaced, kicking herself for bringing the topic up. "Well, I already know them. My mom was a dancer. Her and my dad do the dance every new moon, as thanks to the Goddess for bringing them together."

Hitoshi had been mindlessly nodding. "I didn't think it mattered." Takara admitted after a long moment passed between them. "I didn't mean to bring this up tonight-"

"Takara." Takara screamed, jumping in her seat at the sudden appearance of Tao's voice from behind the couch. Hitoshi moved faster and was on his feet, putting himself between them before Tao could get closer. He cursed his lack of preparation - his capture weapon had been set aside so he could sleep comfortably. A rookie's mistake.

The woman's shoulders were hunched, black ichor leaking from a shallow wound in her arm. "You." Tao glared at the man, her teeth clenched together tightly. "I gave you everything you needed, and yet they walk free. Are you working with them?" Tao raised her hand, the smoke she possessed thickening in it's grasp.

"What are you talking about?" Hitoshi questioned, his quirk activating instinctively. Tao bared her teeth, the smoke thickening further into what he suspected was a knife. "I mean-"

Tao's voice was cut off as her eyes went glassy, her bared teeth quickly covered by relaxed lips. The smoke dissipated from her palm as her arms relaxed by her side. Takara had collected herself and stood, eyes widening in shock at the scene before her. "Tao?" She questioned, her voice filled with concern as she moved towards the frozen woman.

"She can't move." Hitoshi informed Takara as he reached for his phone. "What? Why?" Takara's questioned before quickly realizing what Hitoshi had done. Her voice rose with anger as she stepped towards him. "She's scared and hurt!"

"She was going to attack me." Hitoshi pointed out, pulling the anger from Takara's face. "She should have been questioned today." Hitoshi surveyed the tall, pale woman with a critical eye. The wound looked fresh, still leaking blood in a slow trail down her arm. Tao looked exhausted - her hair was tangled and sweat laden against her head, her clothes torn in a pattern that suggested she had been running away from a fight.

"I've got to call Denki."

I swear I'm going somewhere with this. Slowly. Thanks for reading!

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[skymar13]

Master list

All my links are messed up

All characters aged up

Multi character

Bakusquad

-Back to school with the bakusquad - https://

-Baku squad reacting to you dying in battle - https

-Breaking up with the bakusquad- https

-Bakusquad being jealous- https

-opposites attract the bakusquad- https

Deku squad

Back to school with the deku squad - https:

Lov

Pros

All characters

Helping 1A student with post war effects - https

Period troubles - https

“I can’t live without you” Tw: character suicide and reader death. - https

Blondes - https

“Just the tip?” - https

Sweet pussy dinner - https

If the world was ending - https

Character specific

Bakugo katsuki -

Class hothead x class sweetheart - https

It’s way too much - https

Pink promise- https

Too little too late -https

Izuku midoriya -

Big number 1 - https

Kirishima eijirou -

The gentle hero - https

The manly hero - https

Denki kaminari -

Secret freak - https

No longer a virgin - https

Hanta sero -

Tenya iida -

Shoto todoroki -

Shota Aizawa -

it’s going to be okay - https

Hitoshi shinsou -

Tokoyami Fumikage -

Neito monoma -

Neito monoma - https

Mic -

Hawks- Mr bossman- https

All might -

Dabi -

Shigaraki -

Mr.compress -

Mina ashido -

When you wake up next to him -https

Kyoka jirou -

Secret freak - https

Ochaco Ururaka -

Momo Yaoyorozu -

Tsuyu asui -

Tooru hagakure -

Himiko toga -

Mirko -

Mt lady -

Star and stripes -

Midnight -

Mei hatsume -

Kendo itsuka -

What I won’t write

Rape / non con

Adult x minor

Incest

Beastiality

Murder or anything of the sorts

Requests : open✅

[arbiterofsecrets]

we finished our banquet around 2 days ago <3

this is a lil drabble of what i think the characters after the text did with you/your oc during prom (inspired heavily by me and my gf's moments during the banquet)

warning(s): tooth rotting fluff, words, a lot of 'em, reader x character, oc x character, not edited, i did this at 1AM, CHARACTERS ARE BELOW THE LAST DIVIDER

panic sets in at the thought of your partner not being able to make it in time for the entrance. that's when they walk in the lobby with the biggest dorkiest smile, their steps light and swift. their goal was to get to you first, to ease the panic that they knew has wafted throughout your body, through your hand that has been relentlessly checking your phone that's expecting a message from them, and through your anxious tapping foot.

you scold them lightly for arriving at such a time, and they could only chuckle and smile while apologizing. it took no effort to forgive them, of course. not when they looked splendid. their clothing perfectly tailored onto them. it didn't matter if they rented, had it adjusted, or made it themselves. they looked wonderful, they stole the lingering stares, just like they stole yours. they held your hand, theirs warm and comforting your cold, numb one.

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here comes the cotillion. you two dance with practiced steps along with your other partnered friends and batchmates. funny how you gaze at each other with knowing smiles, yet turn to face opposite directions out of the fluttering feeling lingering in both your chests. there were a few wrinkled steps that could have been executed better, but you were both having fun nonetheless.

-

the floor was free to dance for couples of both the juniors and seniors. your batch specifically announcing the songs, and encouraging anyone and everyone to reach the dance floor with a partner.

with newfound confidence, you stand up. your hand reached out to your partner, a soft toothy grin plastered on your face. as if expected, they grab your hand with firm assurance and haste.

your acquainted batchmates and familiar friends of your relationship woo's and wow's were heard and echoed throughout the banquet hall. the teachers only smirk at the nearby table with a, "i knew it" face.

your arm wrapped around them, their's around yours. you both hug each other's body. the coldness of the air conditioning slowly fading with the ribboning warmth circling around your bodies. each step made was simple as you turn and swirl. the monitor in the middle of the hall taking a favorite in you two as whoever is handling the camera keeps switching to you both every other second.

the music seeps into both your ears, the familiar native language turns into honey as you hear the words that you start to quietly sing to the sweetheart view in front of you. the lyrics of the want and need to dance with your partner slowly, and even until the music stops, you would sing acapella into their ear.

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at the time of rest, you hold each other's hands. laughing and smiling—the glimmer in the eyes of you two viewed by outsiders are like strips of the milky way painting itself in. as the others look at you both, you only see each other.

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with each love song that plays, another dance is ignited between you two. as a promise was kept the first night you two had confessed, "every love song is a confession from me to you."

character(s): shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, eijirou kirishima, yaoyorozu momo, hanta sero, hitoshi shinsou—bnha; yuuji itadori, yuuta okkotsu—jjk; sal fisher—sally face; miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar—atsv; koshi sugawara, atsumu miya—hq