#anyway momo wanted some attention so were laying side by side in bed and shes purring

[relto]

todays appointment was not therapy adjacent but i kept tearing up and he told me we can stop if needed and i was like wdym this is just what its like all the time.

[purecantarella]

Reunited

belated happy Dahyun day! 💓🍞 so this is a tad overdue but here it is HAHAHAH the fic is hella long, over 2k words but i honestly have no clue how it happened?? guess i got carried away. anyway enjoy! disclaimer : this is a three genred fic, so fluff, angst, and smut. viewers discretion is advised, if you're below 18, please find something fluffier or angstier things to read.

Dahyun was incredibly upset with you, and she didn’t want to be, especially not now. It was the eve before her birthday when you told her that you had to miss your date with her to rehearse for your group’s latest comeback. While she didn’t want to be petty, especially since she understood the lifestyle you lead, she was still sad that you weren’t going to be around on her special day for the first time since you got together years ago.

“Are you sure you can’t just escape?” The pale girl asked rhetorically as she lay in the bed, staring at your image on her phone screen. Biting your lip as you stared at her sympathetically gave her all the answers she needed. Your girlfriend sighed sadly, leaning back into the bed. “I know it sucks, sunshine.” A prominent pout appearing on her lips, making you chuckle softly.

You looked around before whispering into you device, “I just want to be with you right now…” Seeing your fellow idol’s pout begin to crack, you continued to flatter her. “Doing everything I want to do to you…” You paused, gauging her reaction. Dahyun had given you her full attention, a sly smirk gracing her lips.

“What would that be, L/n?” She questioned, propping her phone up on her pillow, her hand holding up her chin. Dark chocolate orbs trained intently on you making you grin playfully. “Why cuddle, of course! What else, Kim?” You retorted making her groan out before laughing softly. A satisfied smile finds its way onto your lips.

“There’s my Dahyunie.” You said, making her cheeks tint to a cute pink hue. “I just wanted to see you smile, sunshine. I hate seeing you so upset, especially if I’m the cause.” Dahyun, feeling guilty, stroked your grainy face through her phone. She placed a gentle kiss over the screen, making you chuckle softly, trying to expel the sinking feeling in your chest. As she was close to the screen, she whispered like a prayer, “It’s not your fault.”

Before you could get another word in, your bandmates called out to you, making you cringe and sigh heavily. As she could sense your disappointment, she hushed you and offered you the smile that you fell in love with. “Go! I want to see you do well during your comeback!” Flashing a sad smile, you nodded before getting up and walking over to your bag to put your phone back in your bag. “I love you, Dubu. I’ll talk to you soon, my sunshine.”

The moment the line died, Dahyun fell onto her side feeling bad about herself. She ran a hand through her hair trying to hold back her irrational tears. It’d been months since she last saw you, and it was becoming harder and harder to not miss your soft voice, the way you held her when you cradled her at night, the sweet way you smelled. Just you. The pale Korean simply closed her eyes and dreaded another moment without you in it.

On the other side of Seoul, you stared down at your phone, your beloved ray of sunshine as your lockscreen. You bit the inner layer of your cheek softly before nonchalantly tossing your phone into the piles of bags, swinging your arms back and forth frustrated. When your leader saw you, they couldn’t help but laugh at your expression. You glared at them as you began stretching again.

“Shove off. It’s hard enough that I haven’t seen her in months, makes it worse that I can’t be with her on her birthday.” You breathed out before pushing your hair out of your face. The other idols around you chuckled in their own accord before one said, “She’s turning 23, Y/n. I’m sure she can handle one without you.” You sighed sadly and nodded slowly before proceeding to practice your dance moved to yourself as your other members looked at you, a guilty feeling resonating with them.

After the practice, your members piled over you. You’d been distraught the whole time and it was about time that they did something for you and Dahyun. As you slung your bag over your shoulder, prepared to go home, all of them stopped you. You raised a brow at them, your tired features making them feel worse than they already did.

“Y/n, we’re sorry that you can’t see Dahyun right now—” You cut them off with a tired sigh, the frustration in your chest building more with the explicit reminder. “Yeah, I get it. I’ll get over it.” The group’s leader cut you off hastily by saying, “No, no, we’re legitimately sorry for belittling your problems, and we want to help.”

A small smile began to etch its way onto your lips as you heard what they said. “Help how exactly?” The other members looked at each other, small grins on each of their faces. “You’ll see, N/n-unnie!” Your maknae said dragging you along making you laugh.

The next day, Dahyun rose from her bed tired and managing a slight headache from both the tears and tossing around in bed the night before. Releasing a heavy sigh as she looked down at her phone. With the multiple greetings from her family, her friends, and the Onces, a genuine smile befell her with the sense of sadness that not a single text or post from you came up.

Sana was the first one in the room, a big, happy smile on her face as she ran up to her member and friend excitedly, tackling Dahyun to the bed. Both of them laughed as she wrapped her arms around the Japanese woman.

“Happy Birthday, Dahyun!” She cried out loudly, catching the attention of the other girls as they all began to pile into the room. They all burst out singing, off-tune and loud, causing the celebrant to laugh and clap for them, dancing along to the out of harmony singing. For a moment, the rapper felt truly happy.

“Okay, so after practice today, Dubu…” Jihyo paused briefly, to build up the suspense of the night. “We’re going to dinner, Nayeon-unnie and Momo-unnie are going to buy drinks and we’ll come home and have some fun of our own. How does that sound?” The vocalist offered with her signature gummy smile. Dahyun nodded, looking at the girls around her, feeling grateful for the people here yet she still held hopes that you would find a way to get to you.

Somehow.

But as the day drew on, with no call, no message, no random gift from you, she didn’t feel too hopeful and her morale was obviously low. From getting choreography wrong to not being in the mood to goof off with her other members. Her birthday was turning up to be one of the worst to date.

Dahyun wasn’t hopeful for the dinner but she it’s not like she could skip it. She got ready despite the disappointment that continued to eat at her mood. The rapper got up to see her members who waited patiently outside for her. As she excited her dorm room, the girls cheered and showered her with compliments making the pale skin of her cheeks turning to a bright red, the familiar big smile gracing her face.

“Come on, we don’t want to be late, pretty girl.” Chaeyoung said taking her hand and dragging her out of the dorm, filling the group up with laughter and talking about other things they’d seen or done throughout the day.

At the restaurant, the girls were all giddy while Dahyun couldn’t bring herself to feel the entire party, still sulkily sipping at the spiked iced tea they had ordered. Nayeon, who’d been next to younger girl, nudged her gently. “Cheer up, it’s your special day, Dahyunie.” The bunny-toothed woman gave her a smile, making Dahyun smile gently.

“I’m sorry everyone, I just…I wanted to at least talk to Y/n and she hasn’t—” Before the younger woman could finish her thought, the almost empty establishment sprung to life with a group of seemingly familiar faces in zip-up hoodies, caps, and shades. There were about seven of the unknown people and Dahyun was becoming increasingly nervous.

A single figure stood in the middle, turned around, more hidden from the rest.

“I hope you’re ready for a show, darlings…” The figure turned tossing the hat and the mask to the side. When the speakers burst to life with the voice that Dahyun knew like the back of her hand, she became speechless. Once she got a good look at the performer’s face, the bright smile returned to her face and you returned it.

“To my love, my girl, my sunshine. Happy Birthday.” You smiled and tossed jacket that you were clad in in the direction of your girlfriend, who caught it and held it close to her chest, swooning. Your group began to perform their regular numbers, filled with energy and TWICE began hyping them up. Once the group had burned through two of their songs, ones that you had specifically written for Dahyun.

Then, your band members tossed you a handy guitar. Before you began strumming it, you paced close to the rapper, a fond smile on your face. “When we met, I was a trainee with nothing to my name but a guitar and a passion. You took the time to get to know me and who knew that I would fall madly in love with one of…” You paused to smile at Chaeyoung and your group’s rapper before continuing. “The best rappers in South Korea. That I’d be willing to do the dumbest things and say the cheesiest things because I need you in my life. I love you, Dahyunie.” You were right in front of their table, a smile on your face as Dahyun held back soft tears.

From across the table that was flushed against the back of the restaurant, you took her delicate hand, placing a kiss over the back of her hand. You continued to strum the guitar, for a solo, acoustic cover of ‘What is Love’, making the girls both cringe at you singing their own song but still finding the gesture sweet. After the song ended, Dahyun couldn’t sit patiently anymore. Jumping out of her seat, though with great difficulty, to get to you.

Finally, after months, you dropped the guitar and took her in your arms happily, carrying her and taking in the scent you’d missed so dearly. You placed a kiss softly on her cheek, so happy to be by her side again. “My girl, my precious girl.” You whispered against her ear, pulling her impossibly closer. Dahyun on the other hand, choked back the satisfied sob.

You pushed her away, looking into her eyes and stroking her cheek lovingly. “Happy Birthday, my ray of sunshine.”

Once you were both reunited, the entire dinner Dahyun couldn’t be helped but be latched onto you. While the girls talked to your members, you two were stuck in your own world. Talking about the things you’d missed out on, spoilers for your latest comeback, and of course, just how much you both missed each other.

She hid herself in your neck and left little kisses here and there while your hand busied itself on her thigh, dangerously close to her center. When she knew no one was listening in to both of you, she bit your ear gently. You smirked down at her as an embarrassed flush fell over her face. While Dahyun was the good Catholic girl, she knew what she wanted, and that was long awaited alone time with her girlfriend.

“It’s clear one of us wants it more than the other.” You teased in her ear as you lay another kiss gently on her cheek. Sure, she wasn’t the only one who wanted some, but you weren’t going to let her down that easy. The rapper pouted up at you as you giggled softly as you took her lower lip between yours. It took all your restraint not to pull her onto your lap and take her there and then.

"Wanna get out of here?" You whispered suddenly, you breath tickling her neck. Usually, you’d try to stick it out and Dahyun was the same, not wanting to cause a scene but after months of being apart…you both very much needed some alone time. Without hesitation and with just a wave to all the people present, both of you got up from the overcrowded booth, whispering things to each other while both your groups looked on in horror.

“Love is gross.” Tzuyu said poking her food around.

"And we just lost our ride home." Your group's leader commented.

The moment you left, neither of you could keep your hands off of each other. Getting out of the parking lot alone was an uphill battle all on its own. Your body was tense, her gaze was locked on your perfectly colored lips, and the air around you was so deathly thick.

You couldn’t get to your dorm fast enough.

Upon entering, knowing you were both completely alone, she pushed herself onto you. Pinning you against the wall beside the dorm door. The rapper’s hand trailing to the back of your neck as your lips met in a fiery passion. A desperate moan ripped violently from Dahyun’s chest from your tongue meeting hers. You smirked at the sound as you pulled away leaving kisses to her ear, hands already working on the back of her shirt to unhook her bra.

“Fuck I missed you, princess.” You groaned, moving to kiss her again. Her hand trailed up to thread her fingers into your hair, tugging slightly wordlessly asking for more urgency on your part. Taking the hint, you leaned down to give more attention to the nubs that had now become rather firm because of the cold air. “And these, holy shit they still look good.” You note before your tongue greets them through the fabric.

Dahyun groans at the sudden contact, running her other hand through her hair. “Y-Y/n…” She stammered out as you looked up, mouth still religiously suckling on the nipple. “Please.” Her voice shaky as she begged for her pleasure. Standing up once again, your lips collide with her pink ones as she desperately ground her hips towards yours, looking for any kind of friction.

You pulled away before taking her shoulders in your hands as you pressed her against the wall.

Admiring her features in the moonlight, a fond smile found its way to your lips. Seeing her face so needy for you; her eyebrows contorting, her lower lip under her teeth to suppress the embarrassingly obscene noises. “So gorgeous, Dahyunie…” You whispered, you hand dancing its way lower and lower until you reach the top of her bottoms, slithering your way into her underwear. Feeling the patch of arousal that has now ruined the underwear, you smirk again.

Your other hand on her breast once again, twisting the nipple making her groan out. “My girl missed me so much that she’s ruined herself…” You experimentally played with the erected bundle of nerves. “Oh God…Y/n…More, please. More.” She begged as her lips looked for yours. The smirk on your face growing tenfold as your finger moved further down to her center, pushing your finger into her, making her cry out.

“Ooh, princess, you’re just so fucking tight aren’t you? So tight for me.” You teased, pumping your finger into her before adding a second one, stretching her out in the most delicious way possible. Moans and gasps fell past her lips, begging you for more as your finger worked tirelessly against her. “Did your pussy miss me, Dahyunie?”

With no response, you slowed your movements making her groan loudly, grinding up against your fingers. A stern expression falling over your face as you twisted her nipple again, pushing your lips against hers forcefully, repressing her cries. You pressed her sweaty forehead against yours, forcing her to look at you. “I asked you a question, baby.” You simply said as you began pumping your slick fingers between her core again.

“Yes! Fuck yes! I missed you. My pussy ached for you…You looked so fucking hot during your last few stages, it was so hard not to call you to have you take me in every way possible, N/n.” She panted out, desperate for her release. Pulling your fingers out of her, you carried her to your room. Her whines driving you further.

Once in your room, you placed her on your bed gently before kissing her lips again. Teeth now ramming into each other from the raw need Dahyun’s hand cradling your face, nails scratching your jaw slowly making your body tremble with want. Reluctantly, you pulled away from her lips as you kissed your way down, marking her chest, so it wasn’t visible to the public, down to her center.

Seeing the wet cavern, you couldn’t help but lick your lips hungrily seeing the sexy beast that was your girlfriend. You hooked your arms under her thighs as you stared into her dilated and dark eyes. Teasingly, you blew a huff of air into the exposed pussy, chuckling softly as she shook under your touch.

“Y/n…Please.” She pleaded through lidded eyes.

“What my princess wants, she gets.” You whispered before diving into the sopping wet core. A loud cry echoed through the empty room as her head shot back, back arching in pleasure of your tongue digging into her pussy in ways that she could only long for late at night when she missed you. You ravenously licked and sucked at her clit as your fingers found their way back into her doubling the intense feeling of the knot beginning to tighten in her stomach. Her hand pulling at your hair once again, begging you to work harder to bring her to her climax.

“Holy God, Y/n. More, fuck you feel so good!” She cried out as her legs began to shake around your head, closing from the pressure that was building. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Just a little more. Please! Oh shit, yes!” Dahyun moaned out, her essence coating your chin like a painting as her body convulsed.

You offered small kitten licks to help her ride out her orgasm while also getting a taste of your favorite flavor. Once she tapped your head, signaling you that she was too sensitive at this point, you made your way back up. Small kissed littered across her now pink skin. You lay beside her panting form, as you pecked her lips gently.

“What abou—” You cut her off with another kiss, making her smile dazed at you. “Don’t say it. You need rest and can wait.” The rapper smiled up at you before wrapping her arms around your still clothed midsection pulling you closer. “I can get you a shirt you know, sunshine.” You offered seeing as she was still naked.

Dahyun shook her head before pushing her head into your neck, savoring the smell she missed so much the past few months. “That can wait as well. I still want to cuddle.” You chuckled softly before pulling her onto your chest as she looked at you again sleepily.

“You are not staying away from me for that long again, N/n.” The pale woman said before yawning and cuddling into your chest. You nodded along and kissed the top of her head. “I promise.”

Before she could fall asleep completely, she whispered, “I love you.”

Your smile grew wider as you pulled her closer to you, nuzzling into her hair. “I love you too, Dahyun.”

yeah, i'm going to hell for a lotta things and that last part is on the long list i would say HAAHAHAHAH this has to be my longest fic yet 🤔anyway, remember that requests are open on any group and i will get to them as soon as i can and comments or criticism is always welcomed! 😊 alsoooo happy pride month everyone! love is love always! keep safe always and i will see you all very very soon! 💕 taglist: @labrachrosite

[kanene-yaaay]

Sentence Starter - Part 2

I decided to gather all my Sentence Starters in a post. This is the second round!

I know I already said thankys before but, really, thank you so much for your support, it means the world for me. <3

[~.~]

[Gee these covers are lumpy, better fix the covers up!]

"Gee, these covers are lumpy, better fix the covers up!" Mina wormed her hands under the giggly boy, fishing a loud shriek as she vibrated her thumb between his shoulder blades and her other hand squeezed his sides, resulting in a more desperate wiggling from her victim. "Squish, squish, squish the squirmy Ojiro to fix all the lumps!"

"I AHAHAM NOT A COHOHOVER!"

"Hmmm, I don't know if I am convinced," her eyes glinted when the blond arched his back and her hands immediately dashed to scratch his incredibly, horribly ticklish lower back. "I mean, why else would I find such a cute squeaky toy, oops, I mean, cover in my bed?" Bubbly squeals painted Ojiro's laughter almost as strong as the red that painted his cheeks as he shook his head, protesting.

"I ahaham not s-squeheheaky!" Mina's nails scribbled and grazed on his ribs, the quick, high pitched sounds that flied from his lips contradicting his own words. "That doesn't prove anything!" The tailed teenager managed to breath out before descending in belly laughter again.

His pink friend matched his laughter in response, slowing her silly tickly attack as tears began to form on the other's eyes, pinching and poking his tummy in order to keep the adorable giggles filling the air. The cute wiggles from him and his tail were a bonus, as well.

"Hard day?"

Ojiro nodded, a smile still plastered on his face.

"It was. Your behed is fluffyhihihi. Sorry fohohor intrudihihing."

She waved his worries off, "it's no problem! Just give me a warn next time so I won't lay on you again, okay?"

Ojiro snickered, remembering the scared screams from they both when a few minutes ago Mina decided to jump on her bed and didn't even realize the strange lump that was Ojiro sleeping under all the comforters and plushies.

"I will."

"Good." The pink haired girl then cracked her fingers, a dangerous smirk spreading on her face, probably an effect of being Bakugou's friend, and making goosebumps ran freely on Ojiro's spine.

"No no nohoho!" He shot his hands up in an a placating gesture, excited giggles already falling from his mouth. "I already agreed with you! Please!"

Mina pouted in faux empathy. "Sorry, friendo, but your squeaky squeaks and wiggly wiggley wiggles are just too much cute for me to not tickle you again!"

"Ihihi don't," a snort cut his sentence, "I don't dohoho any of that!" He says, in between his wiggles and squeaks.

"Well," She attacked his armpits, a blinding smile taking over her features as the other began to giggle and snicker non stop. "I am sure we can compromise, eventually."

[~.~]

[I wouldn’t say that with the position you’re in, star student]

"I wouldn't say that with the position you're in, star student." Sero grinned, the non said threat falling heavily between them.

Todoroki blinked, stopping his struggles to lay limply on the floor, still staring the black haired friend on top of him, the fake dagger pressed on his neck.

"It doesn't make sense." Sero threw his hands up, exasperated. Shoto turned to look at Momo, who signalized at Jirou to stop the filmation. "If he's just got into my house in the middle of the night to kill me how does he know about my grades?"

"Well, maybe you just look like a super genius or something!" The other actor retorted, shoving his face on his hands and then on the floor as Todoroki stared at him with an unconvinced expression.

"Or," Kaminari jumped in, ignoring his friends dramatics "he can be his archenemy, building his hate and revenge plan since Todoroki did.... Something bad at him in the school."

Todoroki piked up at the opportunity to put another conspiracy in the movies' plot. "That could make sense."

"Don't encourage him." Jirou smirked at the protesting 'hey!' shouted by the other, preparing another snarky remark before being cut by Momo's voice.

"We're not making any more changes on the plot. We will just remake this scene and then everyone can go home, okay?"

"I think Izuku would lose it if we asked for him to rewrite another part." Nods and mumbles of agreement to Sero's words filled the room as all the occupants remembered the boy's determined rant of why the dagger's blade shouldn't be completely straight nor silver. "Anyway, I still need to buy that new Fatgum's game that came out. Let's move on."

"I can't," the dual haired actor claimed, a blank face "you're sitting on top of me."

And, for a moment, as the pun sank on his friends' brain, only silence met him.

Then Jirou and Kaminari immediately broke in loud laughter, Momo hiding her own chuckles behind her hand.

"Oh my god," Sero bit his own laughter in order to try to look at least a bit serious as he attempted to glare at Shoto. "You think you are so funny, don't you?"

Smugly, Todoroki let the corner of his lips twitch.

"Let me help you to show what is funny, then!"

"Wait-" but he was too late, before the words even came out from his mouth Sero was already dancing his fingers on his sides, switching between squeezing them quickly to scribbling and prodding at his ribs, yelps and guffaws already spinning in the air. "Dohohon't! Wait, wahahahait!!"

The black haired friend laughed with him, his blinding smile and uncontrollable giggles being too much adorable to resist. "I think you actually meant 'I am very sorry for ever complaining about your great performance, my amazing friend Sero.', right?"

Todoroki shook his head, gasping and squirming harder when Sero experimented clawed at his stomach, a series of quiet nononono's and pleaseplease's spilling freely from his lips.

"Tsk. Not even close, man. But don't worry, we have aaaaall the afternoon." A snort escaped from Todoroki and he hid his face on his hands, making Jirou 'aww' and Kaminari shout a 'wait wait make he do it again!' "So take your time, OK?" And then, in a quieter voice "If I go too much far just hold my wrists and I will stop."

A barely there nod showed that the other had heard him, however, as his hands continued to hid his face, bright laughter and shy giggles still filled the studio for much more time.

[~.~]

[Oh yeah! I told you’d they’d win! Ha! Pay up, Midoriya!]

"Oh yeah! I told you they'd win! Ha! Pay up, Midoriya!"

"B-but this is not fair! Tokoyami bought the victory by offering to do Shoji's dishes! That is not a-!

"There is nothing against this in the rules." Tokoyami shrugged, still panting from the sparring. "And I just remembered there is Midnight-sensei's paper for tomorrow that I didn't even start."

"Sorry, Midoriya. But we will have much more training in the future, still, and your analysis really helped me! You're right, maybe starting to use some weapon, since a hand to hand combat can give my quirk some damage, will be a good advantage." The taller teenager waved at them, Dark Shadow mirroring him enthusiastically as they followed Tokoyami back at the dorms. "I should search for options before choosing. Thank you for the cheering."

Kaminari waved back before turning to Izuku, his smile getting bigger as he saw his protesting pout. "Aww, is someone angy?" He hugged him from behind, snickering when he saw a glimpse of a smile on the other's expression before an exaggerated frown took over, green eyes deviating from his teasing grin.

"I know you want to smile. ~" Denki delivered a couple of pokes on his stomach, an evil idea full of wiggly fingers and giggly squeals blossoming on his mind. "Maybe the 1-A sunshine need some cheering up after being such sore loser? ~"

Midoriya turned on his embrace, now being face to face at him, determination burning on his features.

"Maybe I do!"

And then he blew a raspberry right on that spot where his neck and collarbone met. A loud, surprised squeak answered him and he was quick to dig on Kaminari's hips, being so careful and so mindful to give plenty of attention and tickles to every sensitive inch of flesh, don't forgetting to still deliver smaller raspberries at random spots on the blond's neck, successfully ending with all his coordination to get revenge.

"Whahahahat!! That is nOT-" A snort, more bubbly giggles. "That is not fahahhair!!!"

"But you're helping me to cheer up. See, I have no more pouts and no more frowns thanks to you!"

"Then stop!"

Kaminari tried to squirm his way out of the ticklish embrace, finding that maybe bringing Midoriya to his lap when he decided to tickle-hug him wasn't his best idea.

"I don't know. I think I am still a bit grumpy..." He stopped his attack in order to gently trace that spot right on the blond's right third rib, drawing circles around it and trying to not giggle together when Denki's bubbly snickers filled the air. "Maybe you amazing laughter can help me with that!"

[~.~]

[You know, this fluffy duster feels a lot like your tail...]

"You know, this fluffy duster feels a lot like your tail..." Izuku said, thoughtfully, a particular idea shining on his mind that may or may not was inspired by yesterday's Great Tickle Fight.

"Really?" Ojiro, (un)fortunately, didn't notice the danger hidden on the smaller's words, petting the duster and the fluff on his tail for a bit in comparison. "It really is. But it's not stronger like mine tail!" He made a show of flexing the aforementioned, both chickling at his silliness. "Oh, are you going to clean the curtains? I can help!"

A plan formed on Izuku's mind. He controlled his features to not show the playful grin that threatened to take over his face.

"Yes. Could you hold that part right there?" He pointed to a high spot on the fabric. "I can't research it."

"No problem!" The blond smiled and did as asked, not realizing the way Midoriya stepped closer nor how his shirt exposed a small patch on his stomach with his new position. "Like this?"

"Yes!" Izuku, then, shoved the fluffly, soft, tickly duster under his shirt, instigating a loud squeak to escape from the other.

"Midoriya!!"

But he didn't let go of the curtain, a smile spreading on his face.

"Yes?"

"Dohon't"

The green haired boy slightly moved the duster, quick enough to make the bristles of the feathers to barely tease the skin, but only that. Another yelp and a few giggles leading Ojiro to try to hide his red face on his shoulder.

"Don't what?" He beamed.

A small shook of head, a shy giggle. "Ihim not falling for thahat."

"Aw. But I am going to tickle you anyway!" Ojiro yelped, trying to curl on himself, however immediately regretting his decision as the movement shot light shocks across his torso, every feather following his squirms. "Yes! I am going to tickle, tickle, tickle you until all those cutes squeals and nice laughter trapped inside are free. As a future hero, it's my job to help them!"

"Dohohon't say that word." His words were in vain, especially because now Midoriya carried that determined look, thoughts racing on his mind as his hands continued to keep the duster on the same place.

"Maybe I should try to tickle his stomach first? I could start wiggling the duster there and then change to his sides and ribs or maybe I could start on his sides and ribs going up and down a few times and then tickle his stomach as I change from a side to another. The element of surprise is always a powerful tool so I should always change from going extremely soft and low to more quick attacks! I wonder if I can try it on his tail too? I could-"

"Ihihizuku, please!" The one being called snapped out of his rambling by a very flustered, giggly Ojiro, who still held the curtains as if his life depended on it. "J-juhust do it already, plehease."

And Izuku was happy to oblige.

[~.~]

[As nice as this is, we really should get up]

"As nice as this is, we really should get up." Tokoyami said softly, patting the green hair of the head which rested on his shoulder, - it was really as fluffy as it looked! - almost snorting when Midoriya squinted his eyes at the credit's playing on the screen. "Everyone else already went to their room."

Izuku looked around, as if he just realized all his friends decided to call it a night when President Mic - who has been called both due his good taste in movies and to keep an eye on them and their ability to cause chaos - woke up half of the class as he fell asleep in a bad position and started snoring, accidentally activating his quirk.

"It's not-" A yawn cut Izuku's words and pulled Tokoyami away from his thoughts. "It's not a movie night if we can't watch at least five movies."

"Oh no, the horrible punishments that the Universe will bought upon us after such terrible offense. What we shall do in the face of that helpless fate?"

Midoriya lightly shoved him away, a sleepy smile taking all the seriousness from his frown. "N't f'nny."

Tokoyami started to softly scribble his fingers on the other's neck, following him as he tiredly wiggled away, no real fight on his movements.

"Then why are you laughing?"

"Tohohokoyami! Naha!"

"What? Wait... Is this the punishment from the Universe?" Maybe it was because it was so rare for his friend being this playful, or because the drops of faked seriousness painting his words, but Midoriya found himself giggling harder, a bubbly tittering escaping as the tickling traveled to behind his ears. "Giggling and wiggling until we inevitably give up and decide to watch movies until the end of our brief mortal existence, oh, the pain."

"You're so sihihihilly!"

"Me, the embodiment of darkness ‘silly’? Oh, Midoriya, what have they done to you?" His tune was bathed in faux pity.

"Plehehehease!" Tokoyami decided to travel to the smaller boy's sides, scratching and poking them lightly enough to keep the flow of airy laughter and rare squeaks as a reward for the sudden, quick pinches. "It tickles! It tickles so much!"

"The Universe is tickling you? Will the cruelness ever end? Ah, the struggles someone as ticklish, so, so ticklish as you must be going through... Do not give up, Midoriya!" He did his best to not huff in amusement as the aforementioned hugged him, hiding his face oh his chest and muffling his louder laughter due the teases. "Don't let its darkness to dim your light."

His fingertips grazed the back of his ribs, Izuku only giggled harder, "Okahahay, Okay! We- no, not there! - we can go slehehehep!"

Tokoyami stopped the light tickling, waiting for the moment green eyes locked on his before proceeding, a deadly serious gaze on his face.

"Don't." Izuku warned.

"But the Universe's punishment-"

"O-oh my GOD!"

[~.~]

[i did not say that!]

"I did not said that!" But the giggles were already spilling out.

"Yes!!" Izuku, the traitor, couldn't be any more happy, basically sparkling as the feathers of his wings fluffed up in amusement. "You did! You did! You did! I am totally going to do that, now!"

Kirishima was quick to retrieve a pillow and prepare it to a fight, pointing it at his guardian angel with a half groan, half giggle. "That is not fair, man!! You can't ask questions when I am about to sleep, I always say the first thing that pops in my mind!"

"It wasn't really my original intention," the angel smiled sheepishly. "Humans' need to sleep are still confusing to me... But!!" He crept closer, fingers wiggling. "That only means that when you said yesterday..."

"No."

"That you likes when I-"

"No!" Big smiles, small giggles. "Come on. Shut up!"

"-that you like when I tickle you-" The rest of the sentence was a squeak as the red haired boy jumped at him, his soft weapon firm on his hands, and both dashed across the room in a chase. "I knew it!" Izuku laughed, - laughed. Not shyly giggled or awkwardly grinned, - pleased that one of his theories about his protected human (and friend) was right.

Damn, Kirishima wanted to at least fake a pout and put on a real fight, but how could he when the magical being was acting so happily? When he was so full of joy?

That didn't stop him from tackling his friend on the floor, both rolling in a playful roughhousing and playing fair until Kirishima felt something incredibly, impossibly soft on his neck, wide eyes as he realized only now how Midoriya's wings were stretched around him, almost engulfing both beings on its length.

The soft feeling came back, now scribbling all over his neck, sending tickly shocks through his body and weaking his strength, something which allowed the other launch his arms around his waist, hugging Eijirou from behind and leaving him to freely stare at some free feathers that slowly swung on his direction, aiming for his tickle spots.

Izuku felt a bit worried when the human stopped squirming.

"If I last 30 seconds without laughing you will let me go to that Parkour classes on Monday."

"But they're dangerous," Eijirou interrupted him, "you can use your magic feathers."

He could almost feel the angel thinking, analysing his options.

"Forty-five seconds."

"I will get you back and ask Shinsou to help me."

Pout. "You're mean."

A feather wriggled on his bellybutton, cutting any snark answer that the human had to that.

More feathers appeared in front of him. Adrenaline ran on Kirishima's veins at the idea of his new challenge.

"Deal."

[...]

Sidenote: Shinsou is Kirishima's cat. He loves to randomly lay and nap on the angel, but for some reason his purring tickles Izuku. He likes to purr a lot. Izuku is almost sure the feline knows what he is doing. Kirishima think the whole situation is hilarious.

[babyboyblasty]

Chapter 7

It wasn't long before the smell of the yakisoba noodles Bakugou and Todoroki were making got to the noses of the self proclaimed bakusquad who were all lounging around in the common room ‘studying’. Or more like the yakisoba noodles /Bakugou/ was making since all Todoroki did was wash the vegetables after he nearly cut his fingers trying to chop a carrot. It wasn't Shoto's fault he got distracted by the sight of Bakugou putting on an apron. A pink one at that. The blonde just looked so... domestic and 'home-ish' that Shoto could have severed his entire hand in favor of appreciating the very rare view and not even notice. But Bakugou sure did and after yelling at the guy to watch what he's fucking doing, Todoroki got bannished to just sit down while Katsuki chopped the vegetables himself. Not that Shoto minded. He didn't mind just observing.

Mina was the first to pop her head in through the cracked open kitchen door, followed by Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima all one on top of the other. They walked in once they saw it was them. "Kacchaaaaaan~ whatcha cookin'?" Kaminari grinned cutely and looked over the blonde's shoulder as Katsuki cooked some pieces of sliced pork in a pan. "Yakisoba noodles" he answered plainly, more focused on what he was doing. Katsuki took his cooking seriously. He was good at pretty much everything he set his mind to and he'd be damned if his food wasn't going to be the best either.

"Mmmm, it smells so good! We should've known right away it was you the one that was cooking, Bakubabe" Mina rushed over to wrap her arms around his waist from behind and rest her cheek on his shoulder affectionately. The quirk that turned their friend into a girl also affected his height so now he was the same height as she was. Plus Mina couldn't seem to stop obsessing over how small his waist was! Katsuki growled back at her for the nickname but didn't bother trying to get her off since he was busy with his food so Mina happily kept her arms around the boy-turned-girl. Kirishima and Kaminari pouted that they didn't think of it first.

"Can we have some too? Pleeeeease?" Kaminari pouted, putting his hands together in a pleading motion. He was trying to look cute but Katsuki just thought he looked dumb, especially with that pencil sticking out of his hair. Bakugou won’t bother asking.

"No."

"Aww, why not? Come on! Just a little. Your cooking is the best, Bakugou. Feed us~" the boy whined and even tried to sweet talk him with a compliment but Katsuki didn't budge even to the puppy eyes the electricity user was giving him. Sero was very impressed. That look always worked on the rest of them. Bakugou sure did have a will of steel.

"You're not getting shit if you don't help, dunce face" Bakugou answered as if it were obvious. Kaminari pouted again and looked over at Todoroki who had pulled out his phone shortly after the others had walked in. "Is Todoroki getting noodles?" he began tugging slightly on Bakugou's apron. It was the one that the squad had gotten him for christmas as a joke that said 'Kiss the Fucking Cook' in white cursive embroidery. Katsuki almost killed them for that but he still wore it. They all had a suspicion that he secretly liked it but just didn't want to admit it.

"Yes" he answered and Kaminari stuttered. "But he's not doing anything!" Kaminari whined. Todoroki looked up at that. "I washed the vegetables" Shoto felt his input provided enough validation to go back to his phone and scroll mindlessly.

"Well, what can we do to help, Bakugou?" Kirishima grinned, coming up next to him with a big grin. The angry teen looked over to see Kaminari, Mina, and Sero also waiting patiently for their instructions. "Just boil the noodles" he settled with after a few seconds then went back to his cooking and the others answered 'you got it' in unison then rushed to do as told. Cooking some noodles in a pot of hot water shouldn't be too hard, right?

Wrong. They overcooked the damn noodles and Bakugou yelled at all five to get out (Todoroki included) and they all left with their tails between their legs. Bakugou did everything himself like an angry housewife, muttering under his breath while he multitasked the entire time. Forty minutes later Bakugou finished and he was walking out with a plate of steaming hot yakisoba noodles for himself and sitting down at the table where the rest were. It smelled so delicious and they watched him eat with pouts and longing looks that Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Grab a plate and serve your-damn-selves. The food's right there, I ain't your mother" Bakugou grumbled and all five immediately ran to the kitchen to get their fill of Bakugou's cooking before the blonde had a chance to change his mind. Believe it or not, it's happened before.

...

After dinner, Bakugou was dragged out his dorm by his friends to go to Sero's room and play video games because according to them, they "haven't hung out in so long" even though it's only been since the quirk thing happened.

"I call dibs on the hammock!" Kaminari announced as soon as Sero opened the door to his dorm and launched himself to lay down on it before Ashido could get her hands on the hammock first.

"No fair! You got it last time!" Mina pouted, stomping over to sit on the floor by Kaminari with a frown and her arms crossed.

"Rules of the game, my friend. You should've called dibs first" the male smirked and winked at her with a very smug expression because he knew she couldn't really argue back against that. Mina responded by giving him a quick shove, causing the other to roll off the hammock and land face down on the carpet with a thud. Mina started cracking up and Kaminari rubbed his forehead with a pout, giving her the stink eye.

The other three paid no attention to their friends' antics as they took a seat. Every time they went to Sero's room it was the exact same thing with those two. They always fought for the hammock and Sero couldn't understand why they didn't just share it. The day he proposed the idea, Kaminari and Mina had only looked at the ravenette like he had grown two heads.

"Come sit by me, bakubro" Kirishima grinned, lighting up the room with that sharp toothed smile of his, and patted the spot besides him on the bed. Katsuki 'tsked' but went forward anyways and sat down besides the red head. Sero was setting up the playstation in the meantime.

"Don't tell me what to do, hair for brains'' Bakugou huffed but there was no real venom behind his words. Kirishima just laughed and that only seemed to annoy the ash blonde even more though. After Bakugou had finished eating earlier, he had gone back to his room to change into what he usually wore to go to sleep. The plan /was/ to do some light studying then head to bed a bit earlier than he usually did so he was only wearing boxers (or more like the boyshorts Momo had made for him since his own boxers had that bit of extra fabric in the front where his junk was supposed to be) and one of his own soft, grey, all cotton t-shirts. He had flung his bra off the second school was over because screw that. Now he knew why girls always complained about those shits. He kept getting stabbed by the underwire the whole day.

As he sat down beside Eijiro and brought his feet up to sit crossed legged like he always did, Kirishima's eyes wandered down without his permission towards Bakugou's thighs. They were thick and muscular but also soft looking. Smooth and a milky white too. No blemishes or anything so completely unmarked like a blank canvas. Kirishima bets that Bakugou could easily crush a watermelon with those thighs if he wanted to. He wondered what it'll feel like to have his head between th- NO! Kirishima snapped out of it right on time and shook his head side to side fast to get rid of those unmanly thoughts. He was entering dangerous territory there because he can't be thinking of his bro like that! 'Bad Kirishima!' he mentally scolded himself. Bakugou, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the gay panic his best friend was going through as he grabbed a hold of Sero’s pillow to hold (definetely not hug, nope, he will deny it completely) against his chest. 

"I call first round with Mina. You're going down, Ashido'' Kaminari smirked as Sero tossed him the controller. "Bring it, boy!" she smirked, grabbing her own control, and then they were racing each other in mario kart with determined faces, each wanting the other to lose and wallow in defeat first; Mina for Kaminari calling dibs on the hammock first, and Kaminari for Ashido pushing him off.

...

After a few rounds, the gang had decided to switch to another game. This one was a three-player one so Sero had connected a third controller and Kirishima, Mina, and Kaminari were playing. Katsuki liked to play video games but not as much as those three and Sero liked it when his friends all had fun so he didn't mind just kicking back and letting them enjoy themselves on his playstation.

The room was filled with yelling and playful banter as Katsuki laid in Sero's bed quietly, just watching his friends. Kirishima had stood up and sat by Ashido on the floor a while ago (which he didn't know why and Kirishima had only stuttered when he asked) so Katsuki had it all to himself. He was feeling a bit sleepy already and he yawned, trying not to fall asleep since he really didn't want to do that in a room that wasn't his. To distract himself, half-lidded eyes went to Sero who was sitting on the floor besides the bed watching his friends in amusement. His eyes lowered until they got to the boy's enlarged elbows where his tape came out of and his eyebrows furrowed. He'd always wondered how they worked. Were they kind of like a tape dispenser? Like was there a huge roll of tape in there? Maybe it was his half conscious mind, but Bakugou ended up sitting up and getting off the bed to plop down right next to Sero.

The black haired boy turned with a bit of surprise to see Bakugou so close but quickly recovered and smiled. "Oh, hey man. Are you having fun?" he asked but Katsuki didn't even answer. He just hummed then crawled over between Sero's legs and sat down slightly sideways, grabbing one of the other boy's arms to bring his elbow closer to his face and study it in curiosity. Sero's face was on fire as he looked anywhere but at the boy/girl sitting practically on his lap holding onto him. Katsuki was so close that Sero was even able to smell the coconut tropical shampoo the blonde used to wash his hair. 'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck' Sero thought to himself, trying to distract himself. It was no use though. Up until now, Sero thought that he was fine. Sure, he thought Katsuki was very pretty as a girl, but he wasn’t really affected or anything like that like how Midoriya, Todoroki, and Kirishima were. Those three tried to hide it but it was so obvious to everyone that they’ve had the hots for Bakugou even before the quirk accident happened. Or at least obvious to everyone except Bakugou himself. 

Sero prided himself in being one of the few that wasn’t constantly staring at their angry blonde classmate, but /now/, no matter how much Sero tried to ignore the fact that a pretty, nice smelling blonde girl was technically sitting on his lap, he couldn't. And even as game night slowly came to an end after Bakugou left, then Kirishima, Mina, then lastly Denki, and Sero was left alone in his dorm to sleep, he still couldn’t stop thinking about his friend either. Well shit.

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[maybe-a-fangurl]

The Moon and the Sun (Zuko x Reader) part 6

Thank you so much for all of the positive feedback, I love you guys!! But anyway here is part 6 and just wanted to say that there is a small flashback in the story incase anyone was confused on that part. But hope you enjoy and I am working on part 7 so that should be up soon. 

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“The stars sure are beautiful tonight, too bad you can’t see them Toph.” Katara said in a tone loud enough for Toph to hear. You heard Toph grunt before Katara was launched into the air and onto Sokka.

“How’s a guy supposed to sleep with all this yelling and earth quaking?” Sokka asked as he sat up and threw Katara off of him.

“That thing is back.” Toph said as she reached out of her tent and you just let out a sigh as you stood up.

“Well, how far away is it?” Sokka asked as he grabbed the top of his sleeping back and pulled it over his head, laying back down. “Maybe we can close our eyes just for a few minutes.”

“I don’t think so Sokka.” Aang said as he looked over to see a line of smoke in the air.

“But I just want to sleep.” Sokka said with a groan and you just rolled your eyes at him as you bumped your foot against his side.

“We have to go.” You said, and he let out another loud groan before getting up. You all quickly put everything back on the saddle and before long you were all in the air again.

“Seriously what is that thing?” Katara asked as she rubbed her eyes.

“And how does it keep finding us?” Toph asked as the three of you were leaning against the back of the saddle looking at the trail of smoke in the air.

“I don’t know, but this time, I’m gonna make sure we lose them.” Aang said and Appa started to fly faster. You turned around and looked to see that Sokka was laying down and already asleep.

“Come on, you should try to get some sleep.” You said to Toph as you took her hand and helped guide her away from the back of the saddle and to an open spot by Sokka. Almost as soon as she laid her head down she was asleep and a smile came to your face as you turned to Katara. “You should try to get some sleep too.” “What about you?” She asked, and you just shook your head as you at her, exhaustion was all over her face and she looked like she was about to crash.

“I think we both know I don’t get much sleep.” You said as you sat down against the back of the saddle beside her.

“Nightmare?” She asked, and you nodded as you brought your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top. “Do you have them a lot?”

“Ever since I was a kid.” You said as you thought about all of the nights you had avoided sleep because you couldn’t handle having another nightmare.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked, and you could feel her eyes on you as you shook your head.

“We have more important things to worry about than my sleeping problems.” You said as you turned so that you could see behind Appa.

“Who do you think it is?” Katara asked as she glanced behind Appa.

“I don’t know but we have to figure out how they’re tracking us.” You said as the trail of smoke in the air was getting smaller and smaller as Appa got further away. Katara gave a small nod in agreement before she closed her eyes and laid her head back against the saddle. You did the same but instead of closing your eyes you looked up at the stars, it was something that you had done ever since you were a kid.

“Hey, it’s me again, I know you’re probably tired of hearing all of my questions about my parents, so I won’t ask about them, but I do want to ask if you could do something.” You said as you looked up at the moon. “You gave me my bending, so could you take it away? I know most people probably love being a bender, but I just wish I wasn’t. I just don’t want to be like you anymore, you’re able to be who you are and pull and push the water, but I can’t without being scared that someone is going to find out. So, is there any way that you could just take it away?” “Who are you talking to?” A voice asked from behind you and you knew it was Zuko before you even turned around. A smile came to your face as you looked away from the sky to see him standing a few feet behind you, a small piece of bread in his hands that you knew was for the turtleducks. “I was talking to the moon.” You said as you looked away from him and back up to the sky, a blush coming to your face as you realized how ridiculous you sounded.

“To the moon?” He asked as he sat down beside you and looked up at the moon, trying to figure out why you would be talking to the moon.

“Yeah, to the moon spirit.” You said, keeping your eyes on the sky.

“What were you asking it to take away?” He asked, and you could feel his eyes on you as he asked, but you kept your eyes on the sky, scared to look at him.

“My bending.” You said and even though you weren’t looking at him you knew that he would have a confused expression on his face. Zuko had always thought very highly of your bending, he had even told you that he liked water better than fire because it could heal instead of burn, so he couldn’t figure out why you would ever want it to be taken.

“Why would you want your bending to be taken away?” He asked, and you finally looked away from the sky to look over at him. It had been a few months since his mom left and this was the first time that you had seen him look almost okay, sure he looked tired but it was the middle of the night so that was normal.

“Because I don’t want it.” You said before you looked down at your hands. “You wouldn’t understand, you’re able to bend and it be okay but every time I bend I’m terrified that someone is going to see and we both know what would happen if your dad found out.” “When I’m Fire Lord, you can bend all you want and nothing will ever happen to you. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” He said after a moment of silence, and the statement caused you to look over at him.

“Zuko you can’t promise that, the people would never accept me.” You said, and he just shook his head as he turned to fully face you.

“Yes, they will. I can tell them that you’re like the moon, and I’m like the sun.” He said, and you raised an eyebrow at him, letting him know that he needed to elaborate. “Uncle told me that the moon and the sun needed each other, they couldn’t exist without the other. I get my power from the Sun and you get yours from the Moon, so it’s kind of like we are the moon and the sun.”

“The moon and the sun.” You said as you looked back up at the sky. “But wouldn’t that make us complete opposites?”  

“Yeah but Uncle says opposites are good.” He said, and you looked over at him to see he was looking at the water.

“One of my water scrolls says that opposites balance each other out, like Yin and Yang.” You said, and you watched as a small smile came to his face, the first smile that you had seen since his mom left. That was the first night of many that the two of you would spend sitting out by the pond, late at night when nightmares kept you from sleeping. And when you were banished you would spend your nights on the deck looking up at the stars and the moon, waiting for the sun to come up.

You were brought out of your thoughts as you felt Appa start to go down and you sat up to see that you were about to land, but as soon as you got there Appa just fell over, dumping you all on the ground and with how exhausted everyone was, you were the only one who seemed to be bothered by the sudden fall. You sat up and dusted yourself off as you looked to see everyone else just grabbing their sleeping bags.

“Okay, forget about setting up camp.” Sokka said as he crawled into his sleeping bag and started to crawl around. “I’m finding the softest pile of dirt and going to sleep.”

“That’s good because Toph wasn’t going to help anyway.” Katara said as she grabbed her sleeping bag and laid her head on it.

“Oh, I didn’t realize baby still needed someone to tuck her in bed.” Toph said as she laid on her back, eyes faced towards the sky. You tried your best to ignore the two of them as you unrolled your sleeping bag and laid on top of it.

“Come on guys, there’s something after us and we don’t even know what or who it is.” Aang said as he lifted his shirt to go over his head.

“It could be Zuko. We haven’t seen him since the North Pole.” Katara said and you knew that she was looking at you.  

“Who’s Zuko?” Toph asked and you looked over at her confused for a moment before you remembered that she had just joined you guys.

“Y/Ns boyfriend.” Sokka said before anyone else could respond to her question.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.” You said as you sat up and leaned on your elbow to look over at Sokka, who rolled his eyes at you before looking at Toph.  

“What I meant was, just some angry freak with a ponytail who’s tracked us all over the world.” Sokka said before he looked over at you, and even though he was tired you could see the sarcastic smile on his face as he said his next words. “And Y/N’s ex-boyfriend.”

“What’s wrong with ponytails, ponytail?” Katara asked in a sarcastic tone, trying to get the attention off of the boyfriend part and you sent her a small smile as Sokka laid his head against the ground.  

“This is a warrior’s wolf tail.” Sokka said as he pointed to his ponytail.

“Well, it certainly tells the other warriors that you’re fun and perky.” She said, and you just rolled your eyes at Sokka before you laid back down.

“Anyway, whoever’s chasing us, they couldn’t have followed us here, so now would everyone just shush?” Sokka said and you heard his move around before laying back down, followed by Momo making a few noises. “No, Momo. Shh. Sleepy time.”

“Aang please get Momo so that Sokka will be quiet.” You said but you sat up once you heard Momo start to make more noise.

“Oh, don’t tell me.” Sokka said as he put his head on the ground and you looked over at Aang, who was looking at Momo standing by the edge of the mountain you were on.

“That’s impossible. There’s no way they would have tracked us.” Aang said and you let out a sigh before you stood up and looked over at Toph.

“I can feel it with my own two feet.” Toph said, confirming that whoever it was found you. Aang ran over to the edge as the rest of you followed him and when you reached the edge you seen the familiar cloud of smoke.

“Let’s get out of here.” Katara said, already turning to go back to Appa.

“Maybe we should face them and find out who they are.” Aang said and you looked over at him. “Who knows, maybe they’re friendly.”

“Always the optimist.” Sokka said with a sigh. “I doubt anyone who has been following us like they have is friendly.” You said as you looked away from Aang and over to where the machine was now stopping. You watched as one of the doors opened up and when the dirt settled, you seen three figures that you did not want to see.

“It’s those three girls from Omashu.” Katara said and you looked at everyone to see that they were all getting in a fighting stance.

“We can take them, three on four.” Toph said as she planted her feet more firmly on the ground.

“Actually Toph, there’s five of us.” Sokka said as he raised his boomerang and looked over at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t count you. You know, no bending and all.” She said, and you watched as Sokka’s face dropped.

“I can still fight!” He yelled at her and you put a hand on his shoulder as you gave him a small smile.

“Of course, you can.” You said to him before looking over at Toph, waiting on her to correct herself.

“Okay, three on four plus Sokka.” She said and Sokka let out a frustrated yell as his face started to turn red.

“It’s okay Sokka, I count you.” You said with a smile as you turned back around to face the three girls that were getting closer to you.

You knew that with the exhausted state everyone was in that this fight wasn’t going to go the way you wanted it too, and you were starting to question how good of an idea it was to stay here when you could try to get away.

“Well, we wanted to find out who they were, and we found out. Now let’s get out of here.” Sokka said as he put his boomerang back on his back and turned around, running back to Appa. You watched as Toph raised a wall once you were on the saddle and as you heard the sound of lightening your heart sunk. No one was in a good enough state to fight, let alone fight against lightening. And you knew that one hit of lightening would kill any of you, so you took a deep breath before you looked over at Sokka.  

“I have an idea, and you aren’t going to like it but you’re going to have to trust me. If she hits Appa with lightening it’s all over, and you guys have to get out of here.” You said to him and he raised an eyebrow at you. “What do you mean you guys have to get out of here? We have to get out of here, you included.” He asked as he looked at you. You turned to see Toph raise a rock to block arrows from Toph before she jumped on the saddle.

“I have to figure out how she’s tracking us.” You said as you looked up at Aang.

“Appa, yip yip.” Aang said and as he was starting to fly you looked back to Sokka.

“You’ll have to trust me.” You said as you stood up and before they could stop you, you jumped off of the saddle. Sokka yelled as he tried to grab you, but it was too late, you were already off the saddle and on the ground as Appa took off. And before Aang could think about turning around, Azula sent a line of fire his way, causing Appa to fly faster. You looked up to see Sokka and Katara leaning over the back of the saddle looking at you as they got further away.

“I had hoped we would get the chance to speak to each other.” Azula said from behind you. You took a deep breath before slowly turning around to look at her, seeing her signature smirk on her face. “Me too.” You said as you glanced over at Mai and Ty Lee to see confused looks on their faces.

“I assume you stayed behind to fight us off and give your friends a head start?” Azula asked as she raised an eyebrow at you.

“That’s what I told them.” You said as you looked at her. “But I really just wanted a chance to talk to an old friend.” “Oh really?” She asked, and you nodded. You knew what you were about to do would forever ruin your chance of being friends with them again, even after the war ended, but if you wanted to keep Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Toph safe you would have to do it.

“Yes.” You said as you slowly got down on your knees as you bowed to her. “It would be an honor to be able to fight alongside you, to help you capture the Avatar and bring glory to the Fire Nation.” “Oh Y/N, you never were a very good liar.” Azula said and you slowly stood up as you looked at her. “You seriously didn’t think I would be that gullible, did you? You chose the Avatar over my brother, so why would you choose me over the both of them?”

“Because you were my best friend.” You said as you looked at her, and you knew by the look on her face that she didn’t believe you.  

“If you can betray poor Zuzu, I think you could betray me. But I would love having you with me while I capture the Avatar, I like the idea of having the two things my brother wanted.” She said, letting out a sigh before she sent a small line of fire out, catching your pouch of water on fire. You quickly took it off and let it fall to the ground before you looked at Azula. “Well, now that we know you won’t be bending, let’s go.”

Part 7

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lightning in a bottle part 1 || denki kaminari

synopsis: denki kaminari has a crush, and when she’s around he can’t quite control his thoughts. . . or his quirk

denki kaminari x (implied)fem!reader

a/n: inspired by the song lightning in a bottle and a tiktok i saw

2.7k words of fluff

part two

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“I’ve just finished unpacking, so I’m not sure if everything is staying where it is currently,” You hesitated at your door, hand on the knob as the majority of your class stood behind you, “and, well.” You opened the door for everyone to walk inside, letting everyone pass you as you stood in the doorway, trying to read everyone’s reactions. 

“It’s adorable!” Mina assured you, sending you a smile before peeking into your closet. 

Everyone seemed to have a similar reaction, but you knew you weren’t winning the competition with your average decorating skills. 

“Yeah, not bad.” Kirishima smiled at you, slamming his hand down on your shoulder, “Denki, did you get to see?” He questioned, looking past you and into the hall. Confused, you glanced over your shoulder and saw that Kaminari was still standing in the hallway. 

The blond sent the two of you a sheepish smile, “It was crowded, I’ll get a better look when everyone clears out a bit.” Kirishima’s smile widened as he moved past you and whispered something into the blonds ear, causing him to start blurting out denials, Kirishima moving to trap him in a headlock. 

“Yeah, or you can always get a look later, not a big deal.” You assured him, turning back to try and corral your classmates out of your room and into the next, growing tense from the attention. 

With your back turned to the pair, you didn’t see the small bolts of electricity suddenly cover Kaminari’s arms, and with your attention focused on your crowded room, you didn’t hear Kirishima’s following yelp at being shocked. 

“Really dude? I didn’t even have time to harden.” Kirishima sulked, letting Kaminari loose and rubbing at his chest where he was shocked. 

“Sorry, but you deserved it!” Kaminari shoved Kirishima away, looking at your back as you laughed, attempting to get your friends to move on, obviously flustered at the attention you were receiving. 

Kaminari couldn’t help the thought that, if you were his, you’d have to get over that, because he was sure that he would never stop giving you all of the attention in the world. 

“Dude?” Kirishima raised an eyebrow at Kirishima as small charges of electricity covered his body yet again. 

“Huh? Oh!” Kaminari, snapped out of his thoughts and beyond embarrassed that they had gone there, sending his friend a sheepish smile before stepping closer to you and poking his head in the doorway next to your frame. “My room is next, right? It’s just above Y/N’s.”

“Oh! Yeah, you’re right!” Mina jumped up from her place on your bed, happily skipping to where Kaminari stood and grabbing his wrist, “Let’s go then!”

The group followed the pair as Mina dragged Kaminari to his room. He opened the door without much ceremony, allowing everyone to file in.

“So gaudy!” Kirishima commented, pushing past Kaminari to get a better look. 

“Yeah, it’s like you just threw in everything you saw.” Mina added, also walking further into his room. 

“Really? I thought it looked nice.” Kaminari frowned slightly at his friends’ responses, taking a quick look around his room. 

“I think it looks fine.” You assured him, following Mina in and watching as the rest of your classmates chatted aimlessly around you, “It’s not too fancy, but that’s not a bad thing.” You shot him a smile before turning to Mina to ask her a question, missing Kaminari’s following blush. 

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After Rikido’s victory, the entire class was sitting in the common room, chatting happily. Slightly awkward, Kaminari sat himself down next to you, still sulking at his loss. You nudged him slightly, sending him a smile when he looked at you. 

“Don’t be upset!” You told him, causing him to smile easily at you. 

“I wont be, I just thought it would’ve been cool to win.” He admitted, “Although, I guess people didn’t really like my room anyway.”

You shrugged, leaning forward to grab your tea from the coffee table in front of you, “I didn’t think it was bad, plus, it just looked like it was full of things you enjoy, right?” At Kaminari’s nod, you settled back against the couch again, cradling the warm mug against your chest, “Then that’s pretty cool, at least I think, and you shouldn’t be too upset about loosing then.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Kaminari admitted, watching you closely for a second before blinking suddenly and clearing his throat. “Where’d you get the tea?”

“Momo made it for me! She brought a whole bunch of tea with her, and when we asked her why, she admitted that she drinks several cups a night.” You shook your head playfully, “She also told us that she didn’t think it was a lot and that her family would probably send more soon. That’s crazy, isn’t it? Anyway, she offered to make some and said that she’s always more then happy to share. I’m sure you could have a cup if you wanted.” 

“What type of tea is it?” Kaminari asked, thinking that stepping out for a second to make a cup of tea would probably be a good idea, because he was beginning to feel warmer and warmer with every excited smile you sent him. 

“I don’t remember.” You trailed off, thinking for a second before shrugging, “But it’s good. Here, want to taste?” You held your mug out to him easily, and he took it without thinking, only to panic slightly. 

Why did he take the mug? Now he had to drink some, because it��d look weird if he just handed it back without trying it. Kaminari felt like his brain was frying, despite not having used his quirk. Nervously, he lifted the cup to his lips and took a gentle sip, not even registering the taste before handing it back to you. 

“Woah, sharing drinks? You two sure are getting close.” Mina teased as she made her way to sit on the other side of you, nudging your shoulder playfully as an impressive blush took over your face. 

“I was just letting him taste the tea Momo made for me! It’s not like that! I promise!” You were stumbling over your words, the blush covering your cheeks darkening by the second. 

Kaminari couldn’t help but think that he wanted to keep seeing you blush like that. He wanted to make you blush like that. He wanted to press his lips to your cheeks to feel if they were as warm as he imagined, and to see if they would darken even-

“Ow!” You called faintly, rubbing your arm before letting out a small laugh. “You shocked me!” Kaminari was already blushing at Mina’s words and his own thoughts, but your sudden shout made his cheeks darken further. 

“I did? Shit, I’m sorry!”  Kaminari reached forward as if to soothe your arm, but stopped himself, “I didn’t mean to.” He told you, moving his hand to rub against the back of his neck instead, relaxing when you laughed again. 

“I didn’t think so. Are you okay?” You asked, turning your body to face him more and leaning against Mina, who was talking to someone on her phone. 

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He asked, noticing that Mina didn’t seem to mind that you were using her to support her as you faced him, tucking your legs under your body. Kaminari wanted you to be comfortable enough to lean against him like that, or to lay your legs across his lap. To touch him casually. 

“I’m okay, you just gave me, like, a static shock. But you seem stuck in your thoughts today.” You tilted your head to the side, pressing your lips to the rim of your mug, right where his were moments earlier, and took a sip.

“Oh, have I? Sorry.” Kaminari shifted slightly in his seat, both uncomfortable with your attention and happy you noticed him. Happy that maybe you notice him the same way he notices you. 

“You don’t need to say sorry, just let me know if you need to talk!” You sent him another smile that was impossibly bright. 

“Look at this!” Mina shoved her phone under your nose, staring to talk excitedly about some message she got as you reached up to grab her phone and read, sending Kaminari an apologetic smile before giving Mina your full attention. 

After a moment, Kaminari decided to leave, not wanting to catch himself staring at you, head full of thoughts he was sure made him a pervert. With his head full, Kaminari didn’t catch your eyes watching him as he walked away, nor the disappointed frown that you hid behind your mug. 

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The room was dark, the couches barely visible in the faint light that the moon casted. Rain pounded heavily against the windows and a slight chill plagued the air. 

You sat on the floor in front of one of the large windows, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, your legs pulled up and tucked against your chest. Your eyes flashed as lightning struck, followed by the low rumbling of thunder in the distance. 

You turned suddenly at the soft sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, eyes focusing and unfocusing in the faint light in your attempt to identify the person. A sudden flash of lightning, although startling enough to cause you to jump slightly, helped you discover who it was. 

“Kaminari?” You whispered into the empty air, spinning slightly on your butt to face him better, watching his shadow as he searched for your voice.

“Y/N? Where are you?” Kaminari asked, voice louder then yours cutting into the air, and yet not ruining the peaceful feeling in your chest that the rain always brought. 

“Down here.” You lifted your hand for him to see and he made his way over to you, crouching down on the balls of his feet in front of you, sitting closer then he probably thought he was. “Hi.” 

“Why’re you awake?” Kaminari asked after a moment, falling back first to his heels then, finally, sitting fully. 

“I could ask you the same.” You responded, raising an eyebrow, despite knowing that he couldn’t see. But, after half a beat, you shrugged, “I like watching lightning storms when they happen.” 

“That’s an interesting tradition.” Kaminiari said after a moment, enjoying just sitting in silence with you. Somehow, the darkness made it easier to look at you face-to-face, his heart felt less like it was going to explode. The possibility of grabbing your face and kissing you seemed more realistic. He felt braver. 

“Not really a tradition,” You admitted shyly, “it’s more-so a recent thing.” 

After a moment of silence, you became embarrassed at your words and forced yourself to focus on the pounding rain. 

“But you’re just sitting here alone?” Kaminari asked after a moment, attempting to search your face in the dark, hoping against hope to read your expression some. As if the sky was listening to him, a flash of lightning crossed the sky, causing you to jump in place once again. 

You nodded once the darkness returned, before clearing your throat. “Why’re you awake?” You asked him.

“I was just going to grab a snack, I couldn’t sleep.” Kaminari stood at this, “Actually, I’ll be back.”

You watched Kaminari disappear into the kitchen before turning to face the window. You felt lonely now, despite feeling whole and complete alone a second ago. 

Kaminari returned not too long after, holding a bowl and a mug. You heard his steps as he walked closer to you and set the mug at your feet. After a moment and a questioning look up at Kaminari, you picked up the mug, immediately recognizing the smell of your favorite tea. A tentative sip revealed it was made just to your taste. The thought that Kaminari knew how you liked your tea made your chest warm. 

Kaminari stood above you awkwardly, not wanting to leave you alone, but also very aware that, moments before, you were spending time alone and now he was intruding. 

But you were looking up at him and hadn’t asked him to leave. Plus, he grabbed enough chips for two people without thinking. 

You knew that he was probably just waiting to go back to his room, have his snack before going to bed, but you didn’t want him to leave. 

“You can stay? If you want.” You said after a moment, looking away from Kaminari as you said it. 

Much quicker then he should’ve, Kaminari sat beside you, only stumbling once in his haste. After a moment, you awkwardly lifted one corner of your blanket, heart pounding. 

“It’s cold.” You mumbled, refusing to look at him despite the cover of the darkness. After a moment of silence, you slowly turned your head to face him, “You’ll get sick.”

Kaminari could hear his blood rushing through his ears as he scooted closer and accepted the blanket. He had to sit close enough that his thigh was pressed against yours. He told himself that it was because he didn’t want the blanket to slip from your other shoulder. Plus, he could lend some of his body heat to you, because, like you said, you could get sick. He told himself these things and a hundred more, but he knew deep in his gut, he was doing it because, holy shit, you were so close to him and he could hear your breathing, and you were leaning against him, so lightly that he wasn’t even sure if you knew you were doing it. 

You two sat in silence while Kaminari built up his courage to talk. “Can I ask why this new habit started?” He said, before realizing he had spoken like the previous conversation hadn’t stopped. He shifted in place slightly before clearing his throat. “I mean, you said it was more of a recent thing, not a tradition, is there a reason why?”

“Yeah.” You whispered, hoping the darkness would give you the courage to say what you wanted to say. You turned your head to look at him, another strike of lightning outlining his profile, which you barely caught as you jumped. “I actually am kinda scared of storms.”

“I can tell.” Kaminari said with a small chuckle, “Are you trying to get over that fear?” 

“No.” You faced forward again, letting your word linger despite knowing Kaminari was probably confused beside you. “The lightning reminds me of someone.” You said slowly after a moment. Your chest tightened in hope that he would realize what you were implying, but he only continued to play with the corner of the blanket in between his fingers. Slowly, you leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the tug of sleep playing with your eyelids. You could hear Kaminari breathing as you two sat in silence, only broken by the soft crunch of chips occasionally. 

Kaminari heard your breathing slow, and he knew you were asleep. He couldn’t fight the feeling that this felt right in every way. He wanted to you fall asleep next to him daily. He also couldn’t help the bubble of hope that grew in his chest at the implication that you watched lightning storms just because they reminded you of him. 

Kaminari felt the usual tug in his stomach, the softness pooling there as he thought of you, and he fought to keep his quirk in control. He wanted you to stay asleep. 

After an hour, the rain slowed, then stopped. You woke up to the lack of sound, the darkness telling you that you hadn’t been asleep for long. After a moment, you realized that you here still leaning against Kaminari, and that he had put his arm behind you for you to lean on. 

You slowly sat up, afraid to wake him up if he was asleep. Kaminari turned to look at you with your movement, afraid for a moment you were slipping again, but his eyes widened slightly at seeing that you were awake. 

“I’m so sorry for falling asleep!” You told him suddenly, blush overtaking your face.

“I didn’t mind.” Kaminari admitted before catching himself and coughing. “I mean, you were tired, that’s all. It’s okay!” 

“Thank you for staying with me, Kaminari.” You whispered, still facing him.

“You. You don’t have to be so formal.” Kaminari mumbled, lifting his arm from behind you to rub at the back of his neck. “You can call me Kami-kun, or Denki, or whatever.”

“Oh, okay, thank you. Denki.” You rolled his name in your mouth. It felt right and you smiled. “You can call me by my first name too.”

Denki smiled widely at this, a faint blush covering his cheeks. You could barely make out his face in the darkness, but the little you saw made your heart pound. 

You two stayed there until the first rays of the sun made themselves known, talking and sitting comfortably. 

a/n: there will be a part two to this! hope you enjoyed :)

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Take Care of You

↝ Anything can happen when you’re alone in Recovery Girl’s office with the one girl you have a major crush on...

BINGO SPACE: Hair Playing

⋆ PAIRING: momo x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff :) ⋆ WORD COUNT: 2486

A/N: another @bnhabookclub​ bingo piece? yes :) i’ve learned that writing for the girls is so much easier and enjoyable for me (maybe its just my bi-ness showing lol) but i really like writing for other characters now! thank you to @pinkcowgirleggpanda​ for requesting momo for this prompt!

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✐posted 07.29.2020✐

“Y/N, don’t get too caught up in all this,” Recovery Girl commented, moving away from the raucous occurring in the training room.

“You don’t have to worry about me, I’m just watching everyone work so hard,” you said, catching up with your mentor as you walked by her side. “They all have such strong and flashy quirks, it’s so cool!”

“You also have a strong quirk, too, remember that,” Recovery Girl said gently, smiling slightly at you.

Going to a notorious school such as U.A. had its perks, especially since so many of your peers were in the limelight due to their quirks. But you were in the support class, helping out Recovery Girl as your quirk was a healing quirk. You knew since you had developed your quirk that you wanted to help people in pain and lessen their suffering through the alleviation of your quirk. Being able to work with a hero like Recovery Girl definitely let you not only showcase your quirk but also strengthen yourself in the areas where you were lacking.

“I know but it’s cool to see them fight,” you replied with a smile.

“It seems that the kids are finishing up here,” Recovery Girl said, turning around and making her way back to her office. “No one seems to be injured so we can be on our way.”

“Alright,” you said, waving goodbye to a few of your peers that you managed to befriend in class 1-A. You made eye contact with Yaoyorozu specifically who sent you a small smile in your direction, causing you to nearly choke on your breath. Since the first time you saw class 1-A face to face while assisting Recovery Girl, Yaoyorozu was the first one to catch your eye. She was stunning to say the least, and she was intelligent and diligent. Watching from afar you could see how she cared for her classmates, showing exactly why she was one of the strongest students and the number one in class.

The more you showed up during their trainings, the more a few of the students from class 1-A paid attention to you, especially the girls. They appreciated how kind you were when healing their injuries and didn’t hesitate to protect you when creeps like Mineta attempted to purposely injure himself in order to get closer to you. But amongst all the girls you couldn’t help but stare at Yaoyorozu at times. She practically took your breath away and that was just when she was standing still doing nothing. 

“What’re we doing next?” You asked Recovery Girl who sat down at her desk.

“Aizawa let me know that the kids are going on practice missions. They’re supposed to be going after a few of the upperclassmen in pairs who are acting as villains.” She paused for a moment. “It should be some good practice for them to undergo what a mission is like for pros who are often thrown with other pro heroes at random sometimes.”

“I see. And are we on standby to help them out, too?” You asked.

“Yes. You can head out and wait with those students who are waiting for their turn in the classroom if you’d like. I know you’re close with a few of the girls in there. I’ll page you down when I need you.”

You stood to your feet, already making your way out the room as you were excited to be around your friends. “Alright, I’ll see you soon!”

As you made your way through the mildly crowded halls, waving to a few of your classmates you recognized, you couldn’t help but feel nervous the closer you got to class 1-A. You initially felt overjoyed to be able to be around other students you had befriended, especially since they weren’t in your class and you didn’t see them as often as your own classmates. But you knew that if you ended up being around that specific person again, you wouldn’t know how to act.

“Y/N!” Mina exclaimed as she spotted you by the doorway. She didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around your neck, embracing you in a hug. “What’re you doing here?”

“Recovery Girl told me that you guys are going on practice missions so she’s letting me hang in here until she needs me,” you informed her as you both made your way to the back of the class where the other girls were sitting. The class was relatively empty as most of the students were preparing for their turn or strategizing with their partners for the makeshift mission. Aizawa was still in the room, overlooking the students at his desk. He greeted you briefly as you sat next to Uraraka.

“Who’s up right now?” You asked the girls. Currently Jirou, Uraraka, Mina, and Tsuyu were the only ones sitting together. Hagakure was nowhere to be found and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment to see that Yaoyorozu was missing from the group as well.

“Yaomomo was one of the first ones to go,” Tsuyu said.

“Yeah and I feel bad for her; her partner’s Mineta,” Jirou said and all of you felt a similar shiver run down your spine at the sound of the pervert’s name. 

“Poor girl. I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes right now,” Uraraka said, earning nods from the rest of her friends in agreement.

“But anyways, how’re your classes going, Y/N?” Mina asked, leaning her head on the desk you were all crowded around.

“Yeah! How’s working with Recovery Girl been?” Tsuyu added.

“My classes have been relatively fine. Working with Recovery Girl can be challenging, especially since I realized how little I don’t know about my own quirk. But overall it’s been pretty fun! I mean, I want to be a hero that helps people and heals them so this is the best practice I can get for that,” you explained.

“Your quirk’s pretty cool, too,” Jirou said and you smiled, thanking her. For the next few minutes you caught up with your friends, learning about all the crazy times and instances that occur in class 1-A. It was unbelievable that these were the same students being constantly caught up in the League of Villains’ schemes and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for all that they had to go through.

As Tsuyu was speaking, your phone began buzzing in your pocket, alerting you that Recovery Girl needed you back in her office. “Well, it was nice catching up with you guys even if it was for a few minutes.”

You waved goodbye to your friends and to a few other students you hadn’t spoken to but had just noticed you and you made your way back to the office. You couldn’t help but wonder who it was that needed your assistance. 

You pushed open the door to the office and nearly choked on your breath at the sight before you. Recovery Girl turned to you. “Oh, you’re here.”

“What happened?” You asked, standing on the opposite side of the bed that Yaoyorozu was laying upon, her face red as she looked feverish.

“One of the upperclassmen’s quirks can induce their opponents into a sickness. It looks like they gave her a fever but she’ll be alright.” Recovery Girl proceeded towards the door. “One of the other students had a minor injury so I’ll be heading over there to see the damage. Just wait by her side and decrease her temperature with your quirk while I’m gone.”

You nodded, hearing the door shut and you grabbed a chair to sit beside the bed. You could feel your hands shaking as you looked down at Yaoyorozu’s body, hesitant to touch her but you quickly got yourself together, understanding that you had to put your feelings aside for her sake. 

Within no time you lowered her body temperature so that she wasn’t sweating profusely as she was when you first saw her. Your hands were resting on her face as you continued to activate your quirk. You felt your nerves going insane at the proximity of your body with hers and you felt like you were going to spontaneously combust.

Finally you removed your hands from her face, letting out a sigh as you had used your quirk for a consistent amount of time. You got up, grabbing a cloth and running it underwater to bring it to Yaoyorozu’s forehead.

“Y/N?” You could hear from behind you. You turned your head, seeing Yaoyorozu flutter her eyes open as she was visibly distraught by her change in surroundings.

“Oh, y-you’re up!” You said, wanting to internally curse yourself out for stuttering. It was shocking how disoriented she could make you feel just by being alone in a room with her.

She sat up, bringing her hand to her head. You went back to her side. “Be careful. One of those upperclassmen hit you with their quirk and you got a fever because of it. You can rest in here all you want.”

You gently pushed her against the miniature headboard, wanting to make sure she wasn’t overexerting herself. “Recovery Girl did what she could and I’ve been reducing your temperature, too, so it shouldn’t take too long for the quirk’s effects to wear off.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Yaoyorozu said with a smile that immediately made you feel flustered. Her cheeks were still red from the fever and her hair had fallen out of her usual ponytail as her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders.

She was so beautiful.

“N-No problem!” You mustered out.

She leaned back on the headboard and closed her eyes. “Did you need anything? Some water? Maybe I can reduce your temperature a little more?”

“No, no, I’m fine! You’re already doing so much for me I couldn’t ask for anything else,” Yayorozu assured you. 

You noticed beads of sweat dotting her forehead and strands of her hair sticking to it. Without thinking, you raised the cloth in your hand to her forehead, dabbing away at the sweat. Yaoyorozu opened her eyes and you made eye contact with her, once again causing you to feel flustered. “S-Sorry, you just--”

“It’s fine, Y/N, you don’t have to be so nervous around me,” Yaoyorozu said with a laugh.

It’s not my fault you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen… you thought to yourself. 

Still, her hair seemed to be bothering her. “Do you want me to tie your hair?”

“Oh, you don’t have to!” Yaoyorozu exclaimed. 

“It’s fine, I don’t mind,” you urged. You could see how the fever was causing her discomfort and she was burning up as every minute passed by. Her hair wasn’t helping with the situation either and she seemed physically drained due to the quirk’s effects to fix her hair herself.

“If you insist,” Yaoyorozu said with a small smile. She turned her back to you so that you had a full view of the back of her head.

You raised your hand up, holding a few strands of her hair in your fingers. They were soft under your touch and you quickly sectioned her hair into two parts, holding the first part in your hand. 

“Was I unconscious for a long time?” Yaoyorozu asked as you simply braided the first section.

“Not really. Maybe fifteen minutes? I was just told to bring your temperature down and stay here while you recovered.” 

“I see. I really do appreciate everything you do for my class and the people you help. I’m so lucky to have a friend like you.”

Your fingers stopped moving in the midst of braiding the second section of hair. Friend… you were just friends… “R-Right.”

“Is something the matter?” Yaoyorozu asked, recognizing the unsteadiness in your voice.

You shook your head, even though she couldn’t see you at the moment, and twisted the two braids into a bun so that her hair wouldn’t stick to her face or the back of her neck. “Nothing’s wrong. But I’m all done!”

You stood up, moving towards Recovery Girl’s desk and the cabinets of supplies. You didn’t want her to see you, to see the frown on your face. But Yaoyorozu brought her hand up, managing to catch you by your wrist so that you stopped moving. You felt your face burn up just from her touch.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You seem upset.” Yaoyorozu obviously couldn’t understand the way you felt about her and hearing her address your relationship as “friends” made you feel a way you couldn’t describe into words. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you turned to her, feeling disconcerted by the change in atmosphere. “I’m sorry, Yaomomo, it’s just that… I like you.”

“I like you, too,” Yaoyorozu simply said.

You shook your head. “No, not like that. I meant I like you more than just friends.”

“I like you more than friends as well”

Your eyes widened at her response, your jaw nearly dropping. “WHAT?”

Yaoyorozu chuckled at your reaction, falling into a fit of coughs right after. You crouched beside her, not hesitating to make sure she was okay. “I’m fine,” Yaoyorozu mustered out in between coughs.

Yaoyorozu chuckled again after her coughing fit, raising a hand to your cheek. You nearly passed out just from her touch but managed to pull yourself together as you looked up at her. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Y-Yeah, of course!” You piped out, your voice an octave higher.

Yaoyorozu parted her lips as she began to say something else but was interrupted by the door opening. You turned your head, eyes widening at the sight of Recovery Girl watching the two of you with a big smile. Yaoyorozu began blushing and you nearly jumped back from the bed to put some distance in between you two.

Recovery Girl laughed it off, helping Yaoyorozu once more so that her fever went down enough for her to make her way home. She smiled shyly at you, telling you that she’d see you tomorrow and once again thanked you for looking after her and for the new hairdo you gave her.

Recovery Girl continued to watch the two girls nervously interact with one another, feeling like a proud mother as she watched her daughter manage to talk to her crush. “What was that all about?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. “It was nothing, okay?”

You could only hear your mentor laugh as she said her goodbyes to you and you attempted to catch up with Yaoyorozu, wanting to walk home with her.

That afternoon in the Recovery Girl’s office was one you’d never forget. The girl you had been crushing on since the beginning of the year had returned your feelings. 

And you couldn’t wait to see how your relationship would bloom from there.

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Twice React- Fem! S/O Finds Out They Took Their Sweatshirt on Tour

Requested: Yup

Request: twice reaction to stealing/ wearing their GF's hoodie because it smells like her whilst their away on tour

a/u: Hey, guys! So I got over my writer’s block and I’ve been really wanting to post this for some time, so I hope you enjoy! And thank you all again for 1.3k followers you all are amazing!

Category: Fluff

Nayeon

“It smells like home.”

It was the day you had dreaded for months: the day Nayeon would have to leave to start their tour. You yawned as you flipped through the channels on your t.v. nothing really catching your attention till your phone rang beside you. You smiled as you read the caller I.D. wasting no time to answer the FaceTime. “Hey, Nay…is that what I think it is?” You raise an eyebrow at your girlfriend as you look at her through your screen. “I can explain.” Nayeon gives you a shy smile as she curls into herself your sweatshirt wrapped around her, “I couldn’t leave without something of you with me.” You shook your head as you gave her a small smile, “I don’t mind. You should keep it. It looks better on you anyway.” Nayeon’s unmistakable laugh pierced through your phone as you matched your girlfriend’s expression, “I just needed something to remind me of home,” you could feel your cheeks grow hot as Nayeon continued, “And you’re my home, Y/N-ah.” You smile, pressing a kiss to your phone’s camera, “And I promise it’s not going anywhere till you come back.”

Jeongyeon

“I was gonna miss you too much.”

Jeongyeon had left early that morning. Your mind barely registering the photo being presented to you, as your phone began to ring. You smiled as you placed your phone to your ear, “Hey, Jagi! I just saw something really interesting from an airport photo.” You could hear your girlfriend’s breath catch on the other end, “And what would that be?” You smiled, even if Jeongyeon couldn’t see it, “Someone seems to have taken my favorite sweatshirt. Do you have any idea who that might be?” Jeong let out a small laugh as she looked around the airport, making sure her members weren’t listening, “I just wanted something to not make me miss you as much.” You let out a small laugh, “Aww! Is my Jeongie getting sappy on me.” You could hear Jeongyeon scoff on the opposite end of the phone, “Way to ruin the moment, L/N!” You couldn’t help but laugh again, “Well someone needs to keep your snake side in check. I love you, Jeongyeonie.” Jeong could feel her cheeks turn pink as her members gave her sweatshirt a look over, they knew, “I love you too, Y/N-ah.”

Momo

“I was cold!”

The bed was cold as you looked to the empty spot beside you, loneliness sinking in till you felt your phone buzz with a VLIVE notification, ‘사모’. You pressed the notification, smiling as you were greeted with the beautiful face of your girlfriend and Sana, your eyes did a quick sweep of Momo; taking in her appearance as your mouth fell open. You quickly grabbed your laptop as you started the live from there and called your girlfriend, you watched the screen as Momo’s phone began to ring and you watched as she smiled and picked up her phone, putting it on speaker, “Hi, Jagi!” You smirked as you thought of all the people watching the broadcast, your relationship with Momo had been public for about a month, thanks to Dispatch, “Hey, Momoring! I see you have something of mine.” You chuckle as you see and hear Sana laugh as Momo’s cheeks darken, “It...it was cold and this was the closest thing.” You smile as your press on, “Well I think you look cute wearing my sweatshirt on a VLIVE.” Momo smiled shyly at the phone across from her and Sana, the younger girl trying her hardest to stifle her laughter, “Well thanks for outing me, Y/N-ah.” You laughed, “Just keep it safe.” Your girlfriend nodded and smiled, “I promise you’ll get it back when I get home.” You lay back against your pillows, “All I need is you, Momo.” Momo’s cheeks darken further as your laugh echoes through her phone, “Have fun baby!” Momo just nodded dumbly, “Bye, Y/N-chan.”

Sana

“Surprise?”

The sun was setting as you waited anxiously next to one of Twice’s managers, the terminal felt cold as you watched the planes take off and land. Your stomach was in knots as the door to the airplane finally opened and Twice emerged from the hallway, your face breaking out into a smile as you made a beeline for Sana. Your arms wrapped around her as you spun her, holding her tighter, “I missed you so much, Satang.” Sana’s shock wore off as she wrapped her arms around you as well, “Y/N-ah! I missed you too.” You pulled away as you looked at the sweatshirt Sana was wearing, a smirk forming on your lips, “This looks familiar. Mind enlightening me Jagi?” Sana looked at her hands as you let out a small laugh, “I didn’t want to go without you.” You smile, bringing Sana into a kiss, “Well you’re here with me now.” Sana smiled as she pressed your foreheads together, “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Jihyo

“Oh! I forgot to tell you.”

You hated when Jihyo had to leave, but loved when she came home, and tonight was no different. You placed the trunk your girlfriend called a suitcase on the bed as you opened it, Jihyo dead set on unpacking the second the two of you had gotten home. Jihyo kissed your cheek as she came up next to you, taking out clothes and sorting them, you started doing the same as you pulled out a particularly lacy bra and held it up to Jihyo, “Having fun without me, are we?” Jihyo’s mouth fell open as she grabbed the bra from your hands scowling as you laughed, “Are you going to help or not.” You smiled as you reached in again and pulled out a very familiar looking sweatshirt, “So this is where it went!” Your girlfriend’s eyes shot to you then at the sweatshirt in your hands, her eyes widening slightly, “I forgot to tell you!” You shrugged as you threw it into the hamper, “It’s okay, it’s cute to think you brought it with you.” Jihyo blushed as she picked through more of the clothes, surprising her when you pressed a kiss to her cheek, “I’m happy your home, Jihyo-ah.” Your girlfriend smiled, “I’m happy to be back, Jagi.”

Mina

“I can’t sleep without you.”

Mina sighed again as you helped her pack her suitcase, sadness setting in as she looked over at you. Time was moving too fast as she had to leave in the morning, the world always seemed to be working against her as you turned back around handing her a pair of pants, a soft smile playing on your lips, “What’s wrong, Minari? You’re making the face.” Mina pouted, “What face? I don’t have a face.” You giggled as you pulled Mina into a hug, “That face.” The Japanese girl sighed as you pulled away, “I don’t want to leave you, Y/N. You’ve been helping me all these months and don’t just want to leave you.” You smiled at your girlfriend, “You’re not leaving me, you’re going on tour and not only that, but everyone misses you and will be more than happy to see you again. But, to ease your mind is there anything I can do?” Mina bit her lip as she looked at you, “Can I take your sweatshirt?” You were confused at her request but did as instructed, taking it off and handing it to her, “Thanks, Y/N. I...I just have a lot of trouble sleeping without you.” You kissed Mina’s forehead as you closed up the suitcase and brought her into bed, her body instantly curling against yours, “Well I’m here now, and I promise to be right here when you wake up.”

Dahyun

“Don’t I look cute?”

It was the morning Dahyun had to leave, and you could feel your heart sinking as you watched your girlfriend get dressed, “I wish I could come.” Dahyun spun around to face you, not noticing you had woken up, “Good morning, Y/N-ah! And I know, but we both have jobs to do.” You nodded as you got up from the bed and towards your girlfriend, wrapping your arms around her waist as you buried your face into her neck, “I’m gonna miss you, Dahyunnie.” Dahyun sighed as she leaned against you, “You are coming to visit, right?” You nod, “Of course I am! I have to get me sweatshirt back eventually.” Your girlfriend blushed as she looked down at her outfit, you noticed, “I just wanted a little something of yours, to go.” You laugh lightly as you let her go, moving to get dressed as well, “Well, you look great. But we should hurry up, the vans going to be here soon.” Dahyun nodded as she looked back at you, “I love you.” You smiled as you closed the door to the bathroom, “I love you too.”

Chaeyoung

“It’s just a sweatshirt. Why are you so red?”

Chaeyoung had been gone for two weeks, and the emptiness of your guy’s apartment was getting to you. So you did what you usually do when you missed Chaeyoung, you called her. The all too familiar ring of the video chat the two of you used filled the empty apartment as you waited for your girlfriend to pick up, “Hey, Y/N!” Your face brightened almost immediately as you took in the sight of Chae, your heart picking up its rhythm as you see your sweatshirt hanging off your girlfriend’s body, “Is that...are you…?” Chaeng rolled her eyes, “Your sweatshirt that I’m wearing?” You nod as Chae continues to smile, “Yes, Y/N. This is yours.” You shake your head as your girlfriend rolls her eyes, “Why are being weird? It’s just a sweatshirt.” You raise an eyebrow at her, “You brought my sweatshirt on tour. You love me!” Chaeyoung shook her head as she laughed, “Oh course I love you! You’re my girlfriend, aren't you?” You smile as you look back at Chaeyoung, “That I am. And I think how lucky I am to be just that.” Chae fake gagged as she smiled back at you, “Sap.” You chuckled, “Yeah, but I’m your, Sap.”

Tzuyu

“This was supposed to be cute! I’m not gonna stretch it!”

You loved your girlfriend, more than anything on Earth. But teasing her was just too fun and she was just too easy. You placed your laptop on your lap as you laid back in bed pulling up Skype as you called Tzuyu. It took a few tries with her spotty internet connection but the two of you finally got it to work and you smiled the second you saw her, “Hey, Tzumong!” Tzuyu’s cheeks turned pink at the pet name, “Hi, Y/N-yah!” You smile as you notice your sweatshirt on your girlfriend, smiling to yourself as you make your face appear more stern, “I see you have something of mine, Tzuyu-ah.” Tzuyu looks at you in confusion before she remembers what she’s wearing, “Sorry, Jagi. I just wanted to have something of yours while I was gone.” You hold back a smirk as you continue to look stern, “When you get home it better not be all stretched out.” The Taiwanese girl scoffed in offense as you finally let out a laugh, “I’m trying to be a cute girlfriend by wearing your sweatshirt, and all you do is make fun of me.” You laugh as you look back at your girlfriend, “I’m kidding. And you don’t need my sweatshirt to be a cute girlfriend. You already do that all on your own.” Tzuyu’s cheeks pinked at the compliment, “Thanks Y/N…” You cut in, “But it helps.” Tzuyu scoffed again as she rolled her eyes, “Why am I even dating you?” You smiled as you blew her a kiss, “Because you love me.” Tzuyu shook her head and sighed, smiling, “Yes. Yes I do.”

[kpop-zone]

Knight in shining armor | Momo

Warnings: consumption of alcohol

Genre: (slight) angst, fluff

Wordcount: 3,257

Request: hi! i love your writing ♡ could you do a momoxfem!reader scenario best friends to lovers? angst with fluffy ending in which the reader is the one to confess but momo says she only sees her as a friend but when the reader puts some distance momo realizes that she misses her

A/N: I’ve tried something new in the beginning, but I don’t think I even like it myself lol? So if you don’t like the style, just skip to the paragraph “today”, I think the story should still make sense starting from there :D

Monday, 09/13/2004

You just had moved across country with your parents. You had to leave all your friends that you had known since kindergarden behind and start all over again. It was your first school day and you were nervous beyond belief. Would the other kids like you? Would they be mean to the new kid? You tried to show yourself from your best side and after what felt like 15 hours, you had survived your first day.

Alone.

No one would even spare a glance at you. Your mother could immediately spot the sadness in your eyes and gave you a dollar to buy yourself a scoop of ice cream at the ice cream truck right in front of the school. But some kid shoved you and your scoop fell to the ground, only leaving you with the cone. You were about to start crying, fed up from all the frustration that you had bottled up since you knew you had to leave your home, when you suddenly saw someone transferring a scoop from their cone to yours. You turned your head to see a little girl with a crooked smile on her lips looking at you.

“Hi! I’m Momo!”

You later learned that she was your new neighbor and from this day on, you never had to sit alone at lunch again.

Friday, 07/21/2006

“Momo to Y/N. Are you there? Over.”

Your nightly routine started. The two of you would lay inside your beds, using your walkie-talkies to talk until late at night.

“Copy. Did you hear your parents talk to mine on the phone? Over.”

“Copy. Yes, we’re going camping together! This is going to be the best summer ever! Over.”

And it was. You would run around in the woods all day, imagining a magic world where Momo was the princess and you were her knight in shining armor, having to safe her from the dragon. At night you would lay in your shared tent together, watching the stars.

“Y/N! A shooting star. Quick! Make a wish!”

And you did. You wished to never be without Momo ever again.

Thursday, 05/05/2011

The both of you had grown up. You weren’t kids anymore. With the years, you had developed different interests, but you had managed to hold on to your friendship. Momo had started dancing in the school team and found new friends, but although you didn’t spend every living second together anymore, you still told each other everything. One day, Momo even told you when a boy in school had kissed her on the lips after dance practice. You remembered how happy you were for her, but how your heart grew heavy. You couldn’t explain it back then, but you were hurt.

Saturday, 11/09/2013

It was Momo’s birthday today. The last one you would celebrate as High school students. You knew by now why you couldn’t stand seeing Momo around other people drooling over her. You fell in love with your best friend. Could you tell her? Maybe you had to. After all, you told each other everything. So you decided that today was the day. You would tell her right after her toast, before the courage would leave you again.

“I want to thank you all for celebrating my birthday together with me. Especially, I want to thank my best friend, Y/N, who organized all of this and has been with me since forever and will hopefully always be my friend!”

Friend. It hurt to hear those words out of Momo’s mouth, but you didn’t let it show. You also didn’t let it show how your heart started to flutter when Momo pulled you into a hug, kissing you on your cheek. Maybe someday you could finally tell her, but not today.

Sunday, 08/17/2014

Today was the day you had dreaded for weeks now. Momo and you would both leave for college, only that between your two colleges would be a further distance than just your backyards. You were hugging in front of your car, not wanting to let go. This was your last chance. You had to tell her. Now. So you pulled away from her, but when you were about to speak, Momo cut you short.

“Don’t say anything now, or I won’t let you leave.”

A loud sob left her throat and she buried her face into your neck. Your unspoken words were the only thing that stayed unchanged that day. Everything else changed in a rapid pace. The next years, you would only be able to see Momo on holidays, because she often decided to spend even her vacation with her new friends. You missed her like crazy.

Wednesday, 05/23/2018

Today was finally the day! It was Momo’s graduation and you would start grad school together afterwards. You would finally overcome the distance between the two of you and even start living together. You had already rented an apartment and made a thousand plans. There was a lot of time that you had to make up for. It felt like you had just skipped the past four years. Now you were able to go back to normal again. You couldn’t wait to have your best friend back.

Today

“Momo, I swear to God, if you leave your dirty bowl standing around in the sink for two weeks ever again, I will kick you out of the apartment!”

You yelled from the kitchen, so your best friend could hear you in her room.

“It has been standing there for a maximum of five days... or a little more.”

Momo tried to convince you while shuffling tiredly into the kitchen. She gave you an apologetic smile, knowing that you couldn’t stay mad at her anyways.

“And you wouldn’t kick me out of the apartment, because you love me.”

She said while wrapping her arms around your waist from behind and laying her head on your shoulder, while you washed her dishes. When you took a glance to the side, you saw her giving you puppy dog eyes and a pout. Your heartrate immediately picked up and you decided that you couldn’t lie anymore.

Living together with Momo had been getting harder every day, especially considering that she was quite a touchy person. When you were lounging on the couch, watching a movie, she would just randomly lay on top of you, refusing to get up. Or most nights, she would sneak into your room, coming home late from going dancing with her friends. You always pretended to sleep, but secretly you tensed up under her touch, not wanting to take advantage of your friendship.

“Momo I have to tell you something.”

Momo was slightly startled at your serious tone but looked expectantly at you to continue.

“I think we should sit down for this.”

You dried your hands on a towel and guided Momo to the couch. You shortly considered whether you would regret this later, but then decided that you would regret not telling her even more.

“Ok. I need your full attention now, Momo, because this is not easy for me to say.”

Although your best friend was normally not one to be serious for too long, you could always count on her in moments like this. Her demeanor instantly changed, giving you her full attention. You took one last deep breath to calm your nerves before starting.

“I’ve been trying to tell you this for a really long time now.”

You stopped again, searching for words, chuckling to yourself.

“After knowing it for such a long time, you should think, I would have the right words by now. But I don’t”

You felt like passing out. What if she hated you after you told her?

“Hey, Y/N. You’re beginning to freak me out. Just tell me. We’re going to get through it together.”

Momo had a soft, but also worried look on her face. She was reaching out for your hand now, stroking it with her thumb and giving you an encouraging smile.

“I’m in love with you.”

You just blurted out, not knowing any better way to confess your feelings. Momo looked at you with wide eyes and absolutely no motion in her body at all. Scared, you took the word again.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to. It just happened.”

You were waiting for an answer. Or at least some kind of reaction, but there was none. You were about to speak again, suffocated by the silence, when Momo finally opened her mouth.

“Y/N...”

Her eyes were now nervously looking around in the room and you got the sign. She was uncomfortable. Because of you. Your heart shattered to a million pieces.

“It’s fine. I know that you don’t feel the same. Really, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

You rambled on, just wanting to get out of the apartment as quickly as possible, but Momo grabbed your hand tighter.

“No, stop it ,Y/N. Let me explain. I...I’m glad you told me. I really am. I want you to tell me everything important in your life, because you are my best friend. But... But that’s all I feel for you. I love you, as a friend...”

Momo dragged her words out, trying to convey her message as careful as possible. But there weren’t really any words she could have chosen that would have hurt less. Unless she would have confessed her feelings as well. But she didn’t. You felt tears welling up inside your eyes. But you didn’t want to cry. Not in front of her. So you forced a smile on your face, nodding your head in response.

“Ok.”

You almost whispered, loosening the grip of Momo’s hand with yours. Your ears began to ring, and you felt like you were drunk. Every sound around you felt like a million miles away and your surroundings flew past you like you were on tracks as your world shattered.

“Y/N!”

You could hear Momo’s voice somewhere in the distance. But you didn’t care. You just had to get out of there. So you grabbed your keys, running outside, hoping the cold air would give you a clear head again. You didn’t want to face Momo again today so you wandered around the city until you were sure that she would be sleeping. The next morning you left when it was still dark outside, because you knew that nothing could get your best friend out of bed before 10.

The hide and seek continued for weeks. You would spend more time in the library or take more shifts at your side job, only coming home when you knew that Momo was asleep or at practice. But you needed the time. The time to heal. And after a few weeks you truly did feel better. You actually felt relieved. You were finally able to breath again, after letting go of a breath, you hadn’t known you were holding.

You realized that there were other people in this world. And the sooner you would get over Momo, the sooner you could actually spend time with her again. So you went out with your friends more often. You started to work out and actually even started flirting when you went out at night. Three months had passed since you stormed out of your apartment and you felt ready to meet Momo again like normal friends would do.

“Good morning, sunshine!”

You exclaimed cheerily, when you saw your best friend leave her room with disheveled hair and her eyes half closed. Momo jumped at the sound of your voice, not used to you being home.

“Y/N?”

She asked surprised, not knowing why you were here. She wasn’t complaining though. The past three months had been pure torture for her. She had missed you so much that she actually cried herself to sleep most nights. Did she ruin things between the two of you? It hadn’t been her intention. But she couldn’t have lied to you. She simply didn’t feel the same way that you did. Right?

“I made breakfast.”

You smiled at her, putting down two plates on the table. Slowly Momo moved to the chair, looking at you like you were a ghost. While you were eating, she didn’t even touch her food, staring at you in disbelief.

“You know it’s going to get cold right?”

You laughed, pointing at the plate in front of her. How could you be so cheerful? You ignored her for three months straight and then you just came back like nothing happened?

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

Momo asked, combing her hand through her hair. Of course, you knew what she was talking about. But you still considered to act dumb. You didn’t want to talk with her about it. You knew how your last talk went. Not wanting to anger her though, you sighted in defeat,

“Look, Momo, I’m sorry that I ignored you the past three months, but I needed the time. To heal. To get on my feet again. But I’m good now. I’m ready to be friends again if you take me back. I think I’m finally over you.”

You smiled proudly at her, but Momo slightly flinched at your last words. Why did it hurt to hear you say those last words? Why was she secretly disappointed? She gave you the best smile that she could muster,

“Of course I’ll take you back. I’m glad that you’re feeling better”

She reached for your hand over the table, squeezing it lightly.

You were happy.

You finally had your best friend back. For real this time. Or so you thought. But the next few weeks taught you something different. They awfully looked a lot like the previous weeks, only that it wasn’t you who did the avoiding this time, but Momo. Whenever you would come home in the evening, she would hastily leave the apartment. When you wanted to go to the bar together, she wasn’t in the mood, although you could hear her stumble into the apartment early the next morning.

One night, it was especially bad. You were ripped out of your sleep by a loud bang. When you got up to see what was going on, you found Momo sitting on the floor, apparently after falling over while she was trying to get rid of her shoes.

“Momo?”

You carefully asked, coming over to her. She was giggling now, carelessly throwing her shoes to the side. At your sight, however, her look changed. She started to sniffle and when you tried to extend your hand to her, she swatted it away.

“Why did you give up on me? Why didn’t you fight for me? Where did my knight in shining armor go?”

Tears were streaming down her face now. But you didn’t understand. What did she mean?

“What are you talking about? I would never give up on you, Momo.”

You said silently, kneeling in front of her and stroking her hair out of her face. Her head rolled back slightly, and her eyes were almost closed now. Snaking your arm around her waist, you helped her up, supporting her on the way to her bedroom. You wear laying her down on her bed, changing her into her pajama and tugging her in. Her breathing was steady and she was already fast asleep.

“I’ll always be by your side.”

You whispered, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

It was already past noon, when Momo finally left her bedroom, looking as miserable as you expected her to look after the little incident last night.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

You greeted her with a teasing grin, but immediately pouring her a cup of coffee which she accepted gratefully. You sat in silence for a while until the color had retuned to her face again and you decided that it was time to talk about the words, she had said last night.

“So... About yesterday. You said something and I didn’t know what it meant.”

The color that had just returned to her face, immediately left again and she stared at you with wide eyes over the edge of her cup. But you decided to continue, nevertheless.

“You said something about giving up on you and where your knight in shining armor went. What did you mean by that?”

You furrowed your brow trying to remember the exact words and then waited for her answer. Momo looked torn. You could exactly see that her brain was working in full capacity, searching for the right words.

“Hey, you can tell me. We’ll work though it together.”

Oh this conversation was just too familiar, you thought to yourself. But this time it wasn’t you who fought back the tears. It was Momo, only with little success. The tears started to make their way down her cheek, making her burry her head into her hands in shame. Shocked by her reaction, you immediately made your way around the table, kneeling in front of her.

“Don’t cry, Momo. Whatever it is. It’s going to be fine.”

You wrapped your arms around her shaking body in attempt to calm her down.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Momo let out between sobs.

“It’s ok. There’s no need to be sorry.”

You tried to take her guilt away, not exactly sure what she was referring to.

“It’s not okay!”

She suddenly yelled, pulling back from you.

“I broke your heart.”

She said much quieter now in a regretful tone.

“But I love you. I truly do.”

You felt awful. She just looked so broken right now.

“I know that you love me, Momo. I never doubted that for a second.”

You wiped away the remaining tears running down her cheek, but Momo suddenly jumped off the chair, looking frustrated.

“No you don’t understand! After you left me that day, I began thinking about all the time we spent together. And I was so blind, Y/N.”

Her tears were falling at a rapid pace again and you would’ve done everything to make her feel better, so you just let her pour her heart out.

“Every time I was not around you, I was feeling so, so empty. And I tried to fill that void. Making new friends, throwing myself into dance practice, going out every night. But nothing helped. You were all I wanted and that feeling scared me. So much.”

Slowly you began picking up on what she was saying, suddenly feeling dizzy.

“But I love you, Y/N. More than anything in this world. And more than a friend.”

You felt like crying. After all this time. Wasn’t it too late now? You had just gotten over her.

“Please, Y/N. My heart can’t take it anymore. I need to know. Can we work this out together or should we go our own ways?”

Own ways? No. You couldn’t lose her.

You had enough of this game the two of you were playing.

With big steps you made your way over to Momo, crashing your body and lips into hers. Your body was on fire. This was all you had wanted for years. You took Momo’s face in your hands, giving everything you wanted to say into the kiss. You were both not holding back anymore. Hands tugging desperately at each other’s clothes to get the other as close as possible and teeth clashing together while your tongues battled for dominance. When you had to pull back in need for air, both your hair was messy and lips swollen. But Momo couldn’t look more beautiful to you right now. Because she was a princess and you were her knight in shining armor after all.

“So I’m guessing we’ll be working it out together?”

She asked nervously, searching for your eyes, with her head still turned to the floor.

“We always did, princess. Didn’t we?”

[trashfor-imagines]

If There’s Light There’s Hope | 4

Bakugou x Fem!Reader (BNHA)

Summary: U.A. High School was your dream. You wanted to save people. You never expected how wild your journey would be and you certainly never expected a hot headed boy to play as large of a role as he would. Warnings: Swearing, angst.

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That question echoed through your mind. Why had you tried to save him? The easiest answer was wanting a rematch. It was clearly more than that with how you reacted to him. Should you tell him a half truth? Should you say anything at all? Honesty was the best policy though. You just had to figure out how to use words to describe your feelings. Your face was on fire, your head downcast to stare at your carpet as you managed your inner turmoil. Your palms felt like they were on fire against his chest. Why wouldn’t he just let go of your hands?

Taking a deep breath, you let it all out. Every feeling you had kept to yourself came tumbling from your lips. “The easiest answer is you still owe me real fight, but I... That’s not all.... I-I couldn’t not fight for you. It’s selfish, but... I knew that if those villains succeeded, I’d lose out on so much. If you became a villain... I’d lose out on getting to know you and fighting along side you. You’d be my enemy then. And then I realized that wasn’t you. You weren’t someone easily swayed. You’re meant to be a Pro-Hero; I can just feel it. That’s when I realized if I didn’t try to save you I’d be... The League would have... You’d be... It’d be the end to so many things that could have happened!”

Arms wrapped tightly around you as your face was pressed to his chest, breaking you from your spiraling thoughts of his could-have-been death.

“After tonight, you won’t have to cry because of me, (Y/N). And if anything makes you want to cry you better tell me and I’ll kick its ass. You got that?” His hold around you tightened soothingly. “So don’t cry anymore, ok?”

You hadn’t realized your body trembling, or the tears pooling down your face as you confessed your feelings through sobs. This continued a bit longer until you’d cried your fair share, your body tired from that emotional release. He helped you to your feet and put you to bed right after.

“We’ll talk later,” he said as he left, glancing back before closing your door.

There were no warnings given to keep your mouth shut about tonight, or expressions that he’d kill you if you told anyone what was said or done. You realized he trusted you and that was enough to leave a smile on your face as you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up late and found yourself rushing to get ready. It took forever to tame the puffiness around your eyes from crying. You meant to pack your lunch after studying last night, but that clearly didn’t happen. Part of you was thankful for waking up late. It stopped you from overthinking about every little thing from last night. Glancing at your watch, you shoved a slice of plain white bread into your mouth and quickly rushed out the 1-A dorm, passing some students from other classes who seemed to be committed to being late.

As you exited the building you were suddenly yanked back by a hand on your wrist, stopping you. Turning back, you felt your face flush. Bakugou pushed himself off the wall, his hand slipping down from your wrist to hold your hand, sending a sensation up your arm and throughout the rest of your body.

“Took you long enough.”

It was silent between the two of you as you walked to class, your eyes downcast trying to ignore your blushing cheeks. Glancing up, you noticed several students staring at you and whispering. You felt yourself go stiff, becoming extremely self conscious.

Bakugou squeezed your hand once and spoke confidently as he looked ahead with his head held high. “Just relax. If you don’t want this you can let go at any time.”

Thoughts raced as you analyzed his words. You gave his hand a small squeeze in return, smiling faintly. Any worries or doubts left you by the time you made the five minute walk to campus. It wasn’t until you walked into class, still holding hands, did you suddenly feel the weight of the situation, noticing everyone’s shocked and surprised expressions. Mineta and Kaminari seemed full out devastated. Bakugou walked you to your seat before walking back to his own, just in time for Eraserhead to begin homeroom. You used to hate sitting alone at the very back of class, but now you were thankful, able to avoid almost everyone’s gaze. It was short lived, however, when you watched in horror as Eraserhead merely told the class to keep it down and he’d see you all again for P.E. at the end of the day, zipping himself up in a sleeping bag and sliding under the teacher’s desk.

As if on queue, the girls quickly swarmed, eyes bright and shiny, expecting you to speak. Just past Yaoyarozu and through Hagakure, you caught a glimpse of Kirishima and Kaminari trying to get Bakugou to talk, the other boys keeping enough distance so that they could hopefully eavesdrop.

“Momo was right!” Hagakure whispered excited.

“Of course I was! It was really just a guess though,” Yaoyarozu admitted smiling.

Ashido leaned in closely, pouting, making you sit up straighter to avoid your heads from colliding. “But didn’t you call us crazy?”

“I always thought you and Todoroki might have made a great match,” Uraraka wondered aloud, the girls agreeing in unison. “I mean, you two have probably spent the most time together.”

“The two boys are very different aren’t they,” Yaoyarozu mused. “What’s Bakugou like as a boyfriend?”

“Hey what’s with that twinkle in your eye?” you questioned her, your face lighting up for what felt like the hundredth time in the past 24 hours. “Look I... Todoroki’s just a friend and I think it’s pretty obvious he’s got things other than dating on his mind. As far as Bakugou, I’m not even sure if we’re dating. He just held my hand and walked me to school this morning. If you want to know what we are you should ask him, then come back and tell me so I know too.”

The girls’ expressions fell, disappointed in the lack of juicy gossip and possibly pitying you.

“It’s going to be ok (Y/N).” Jirou offered encouraging words before the girls slowly went back to their desks, Yaoyarozu following them to chat a bit more.

Asui turned to Uraraka, “I was really hoping for a romantic story.”

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, trying to stop the burn in your cheeks. Opening your eyes, your gaze fell onto Bakugou who had shifted to sit sideways in his seat. Though he faced straight ahead, his eyes were focused on you. You were positive your face was stained red now as you offered a smile that was more shy than confident.

When lunch time came around, you nervously caught up with the girls. They didn’t bother to pester you about Bakugou anymore between class changes so you weren’t sure if they were disinterested in you now.

“Hey girls. I didn’t pack my lunch today. Could I join you?”

“Of course (Y/N)!” Asui cheered. “Let’s hurry so we can sit at the same table.”

Lunch was more fun than you expected and you could definitely see yourself hanging out with the girls more often. It had been a while since you'd smiled and laughed so much. You left lunch early with the girls to head back to class, your conversations filled with jokes and laughter. This unknown weight you’d been carrying felt lifted off your shoulders and you felt your normal self again, confident and unshaken. Ever since encountering those villains at training camp, you lost your confidence and knew you’d been a fraction of your true self. Honestly, boys had never been a problem for you to navigate before. You had never been as shy as you were now dealing with Bakugou and his attention, but now, with your renewed sense of confidence, you were determined to be less awkward and more you.

“Oooh! (Y/N), looks like someone’s waiting on you,” Ashido teased as the girls shuffled past Bakugou and into the classroom, leaving you in the hallway. He stood there leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

Hands clasped together, you stood in front of him, smiling. “I heard you’re waiting for someone.”

He scoffed, tilting his head to the side, a smirk making its way to his face. “Yeah, my girlfriend.”

Raising a brow, you felt your heart flutter. “Who’s the lucky lady?”

“Don’t be an idiot.” Reaching forward he grabbed your school blazer, pulling you forward into his arms.

“Who says she even wants to be your girlfriend anyway? Did you even ask her? Or did you think holding her hand this morning was all you had to do?” you replied, attempting to slip from his grasp. He easily grabbed the back of your blazer’s collar, pulling you back to him.

“You want me to lay it out? I will,” he spoke seriously. “I know what I want so if I have to outright ask you it’s not a problem.”

His words were sure and there wasn’t any doubt. You smiled at his confidence and honesty. “As my boyfriend, will you walk me back to the dorms after school?”

Another hour and the class headed to the locker rooms to change into your gym uniforms. When you all arrived to the U.S.J., Aizawa began explaining what was going to happen next.

“Okay everyone. All of you tie a red ribbon to one of your limbs,” he instructed, motioning to the box of red ribbons beside him. “The goal of today’s training is to protect that ribbon you just put on. If your ribbon gets stolen, you’re out.”

Mineta raised his hand. “Who are we playing against?”

“Here come your opponents now.”

The doors opened and class 1-B entered in behind Vlad King wearing blue ribbons; the Pro-Hero smirked. “You kids ready for some tag?”

1-A quickly tied on red ribbons and were ready to go, letting out cheers.

“Finally something fun!” Kirishima exclaimed, punching into his palm.

“1-B is actively hunting 1-A. If there’s an encounter and someone from 1-A manages to grab 1-B’s blue ribbon, you’ll get bonus points on your second term finals. Alright you guys better split up. You have free reign to all of the disaster zones. Even though you should be able to handle it, simulations have been disabled as an extra safety precaution. Losers write a five page essay on evading enemies,” Aizawa droned, his eyes suddenly narrowing, “And my class should keep in mind that I do not want to grade essays.”

There was a moment of silence before everyone broke out into a run, splitting up. Bakugou threw you over his shoulder before using his quirk to propel the two of you toward the mountain zone, heading toward the top. Setting you down he smirked, proud of himself. Arms crossed over your chest, you gave him a deadpan stare before punching him in the shoulder.

“What was that for?!” he yelled, surprised.

“It’s going to take forever for someone to find us now,” you pouted, hoping you’d see action sooner than later.

He growled stalking down the mountain. “Fine. Then let’s go find one of those 1-B weaklings.”

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, following right behind him. Sure, he had his rough exterior, but it was easy to see that he was the type to express himself through actions.

“What’s so funny?” he grumbled.

Smiling wider you skipped forward and closed the gap between you two, wrapping your arms around his bare upper arm. “Let’s just go kick some 1-B butt.”

It took two hours before the game finally ended. You’d gotten some cuts and bruises, but managed to keep your ribbon safe. Bakugou, however, was another story. His ribbon had gotten shredded and both teachers agreed he was out. He was so pissed he ended up blasting Monoma in the face and earned Sunday detention. Yikes.

Class 1-A won after Sero taped up and trapped the last two 1-B students, allowing you and Hagakure to steal their blue ribbons; you managed to grab 4 ribbons on your own. The last of you standing were yourself, Sero, Hagakure, Jirou, Shoji, Ojiro, and surprisingly Aoyama. The class was pretty sure there had been bets placed between Aizawa and Vlad King because even though 1-A won, Aizawa was pissed, yelling about how everyone who lost their ribbon had to write a page on why they lost.

Heading back to the locker room, you took a shower, hissing as the soap and water touched your cuts and bruises. You frowned at the injuries. Tetsutetsu had been your toughest opponent. You were lucky when Kirishima appeared when he did. The two of them took each other out simultaneously. Changing back into your uniform, you smiled at seeing Bakugou waiting for you. He carried your bag and walked with you to the dorms.

“You feel ok?” he asked, his voice low.

“I’m sore, but I’ll be fine. Tetsutetsu really got me when I was distracted,” you waved it off.

“Your leg’s bleeding, idiot,” he deadpanned. Glancing down, you cursed, seeing a thin trail of blood running from just above your knee and down the side of your calf. “I’ve got bandaids in my room. Come on.”

“Bakugou, I’m bleeding on my uniform. Let me grab something to change into first.”

“It’s fine, I’ll give you something,” he dismissed, pulling you towards the boy’s side and to his room.

After seeing the rooms of the other boys - minus Mineta’s - you never expected the scene before you. His room was relatively normal. His bed was pushed against the right side with blue, black, and white sheets and pillows, an electric fan at the foot of it. There was a dark blue rug on the floor. To the left was a desk and dresser with books and other knickknacks lying on top of the surfaces. On the walls were a few posters of the top 10 heroes, a rock band, and a calendar. It impressed you how spotless it was; you expected at least a few items of clothing lying around, but even his bed was neatly made.

“Have a seat on the bed.” He went over to his closet and pulled out a first aid kit before dragging over his computer chair and sitting. You managed to get blood on your shirt from cuts on your shoulder and back that hadn’t completely stopped as well as a stain on the edge of your skirt. Fingers crossed you could wash it out. He tended to the easier cuts on your hands and legs first. It was a bit sloppy, but it made you smile at how much effort he put into not doing an awful job. A faint blush reached his cheeks as he stared at the bloodstain below your collar.

“If you take care of my back, I can get this one,” you offered. He didn’t say anything, avoiding eye contact. You turned around on his bed, legs crisscrossed. Pulling your shirt up, you exposed your backside and shoulders to him. As his fingers gently touched your skin, your own blush creeped up on you. You stared at the poster on his wall, studying the faces of the heroes.

“I’ve got this stuff for bruises if you want. You’ve got a nasty one on your back,” he commented.

“Yeah sure,” you said, a bit absent minded. As his fingers touched your skin, you shivered, tightening your grip on your blouse.

“There, done,” he muttered. Getting up he rifled through his drawers for a shirt and shorts, tossing them beside you. “I’ll be outside if you want to change.”

Turning around, you watched as he walked outside and shut the door. You quickly made work of your clothes, cleaning up the cut on your chest and sticking on a bandaid. You used the cream he left out for your bruises, rubbing it in well to the discolored skin. Rolling the waistband of his black shorts so the length was considerably shorter, you slipped on his grey shirt, letting it swallow you up. The image of the lit bomb printed on the front made you smile. A fuse lit bomb was a pretty good description of how he wanted others to see him.

Opening the door, you smiled at him brightly. “Thanks for the clothes. I’ll get them back to you later.”

“Keep them,” he spoke simply, avoiding eye contact.

“Sure,” you nodded, tucking a stray strand behind your ear. “Well, I’m going to do laundry then get some studying done, so... See you at dinner later?”

“Yeah.” He walked past you and back into his room, pausing to add, “Wear my clothes though.”

It was cute, watching him try to keep up his casual and stoic act. Heading down to the laundry, you applied some stain remover before going to your room. Your phone went off. Apparently the girls were having a study group in a few minutes and they invited you. Getting your things, you joined the girls who greeted you happily and made room around the coffee table for you.

Things were drastically looking up. You had friends, even a boyfriend, had done quite well in a training class, gotten your provisional license, interned under Endeavor, and genuinely felt happy. For a while longer, you hoped you could hold onto this feeling.

[yandere-daydreams]

A Yandere!Momo/OC commission for the wonderful, perfectly-named @lesbiansportsanime! I went a bit,,, absolutely crazy,,, with the flower metaphors and her OC’s background, but I couldn’t help it. Ren was just so fun!

Word Count: ~2.1k

TW: Implied Stockholm Syndrom, Toxic Relationships, Kidnapping and Implied Trauma. 

Poppies were an odd choice, for this time of year.

Momo couldn’t help but focus on the black and yellow flowers, intermittently dispersed throughout an otherwise unnoticeable bouquet. It was a rare sight, especially in the summer heat, the flowers already starting to dry-out despite the over-filled vase they’d been placed in, the container alone nearly blocking the sight of the girl across from her. She had to peer around it just to see Ren, a problem not helped by the girl’s apparent disinterest in her company. Instead, Ren chooses to occupy herself with the delicate petals, running her thumb over the closest black-spotted poppy, hardly noticing when the mug in front of her ran empty. Momo was the only one who minded the set-up, apparently.

But, Ren was the one who’d chosen this cafe. The least Momo could do was try to enjoy it, all things considered. Already, the guilt ate at her nerves, biting and tearing and burning at whatever it could reach, her resolve the only thing standing between her current mindset and a complete breakdown. It’d taken more time than it should’ve to fix her make-up after the last incident, only hours before her and Ren were supposed to meet. Momo’s reputation would never recover, whether or not she was in costume.

Hands encircling the ceramic tea-cup in front of her, Momo attempted to peer over the poppies, breaking the silence proving to be harder in practice than it was in theory. “Have you been doing well, Ren?” She paused, after the question, smiling despite herself. She could never help it, not when she remembered how passionate Ren had been after graduation, her internship already having guaranteed her a rescue-based career. She’d been vague about the details, but Ren had been happy, so Momo was happy too. “I haven’t heard much from you, not since your new job was finalized. You know how worried radio-silence makes me, I can never trust you to take care of yourself.”

There was a heavy sigh, Ren straightening her back and leaning into her chair, tearing herself apart from the bouquet with quite a bit of effort. “I’ve been… busy, that’s for sure,” She started, shaking her head. “I’m not great at making plans, you know that. But, my agency decided to give me more solo-missions and leadership roles, and… the change was a little forced, I guess.” There was a lapse, a laugh, a timid fidget as she tugged her jacket’s sleeves over her hands. “I don’t think I realized how much it would bring back, but I’d like to say I’m handling it. As well I can, anyway.” Suddenly, Ren’s gaze focused, flickering from the table to the girl in front of her. Momo went stiff, automatically, but the response was quickly covered by a calm smile. “What about you, Yaoyorozu? You look like you just ran over a puppy.”

Now, that was her Ren. As blunt as she was observant. Momo’s smile widened, her hands coming to rest in her lap. "Are you still using such a formal name? I thought I was ‘rozu, to you.”

“Are you still avoiding the question?” She mocked, rolling her eyes before leaning forward. “Be honest with me, ‘rozu. You could never hide it, not when you’re planning to do something terrible. What is it? A new, morally-dubious mission? Is Creati taking on a vigilante persona? Or…” Ren drummed her nails on the tabletop, smiling conspiratorially. “Or, did my favorite heroine slip a little something into her tea, recently?”

At this, Momo couldn’t help but cringe, her expression faltering for the blink of an eye. Still, Ren didn’t miss the nervous tick, her grin fading as a frown took its place. She opened her mouth again, but closed it just as quickly, the chuckle Momo let out clearly catching her off-guard. “I’m sorry,” She mumbled, hesitantly, averting her eyes. “But... it wasn’t my tea, Ren.”

She only had a fraction of a second to express her shock, moving to say something before her features relaxed, muscles losing their constant tension as she made an attempt to stand, only for her knees to buckle as soon as she put her weight on them. There was an attempt made to scream, but Ren lost the ability to before she had the chance, collapsing and colliding with the table, knocking over that hideous vase along the way. Flowers scattered, water spilling, the resulting crash drawing the attention of the cafe’s other customers. But, it only took a flash of her Hero’s License and a few disconcerning waves to dismiss the forming crowd.

Momo could only hope no one noticed how careful she was while lifting Ren’s body, how she did her best to hide the blonde’s face from anyone who got too curious.

She never really could disguise how much she hated it when people looked at someone else’s property.

~

Ren was never where she was supposed to be, when Momo came home.

Momo hadn’t told her to... be anywhere specific, no, that would be too cruel. Ren was her lover, not her pet, her treasured jewel meant to be looked after and maintained until its caretaker was no longer capable of doing so. Still, her room had been set up in a way that would let Ren comfortably sprawl out in bed or sit at her vanity or lay on the love-seat without straining her tether, and yet for the past week, Momo’d been met with the sight of the damn thing taunt and tangled, it’s wearer leaning into the windowsill on the other side of the room.

Escape wasn’t a concern. Every exit was locked, the glass was bullet-proof, and the aforementioned chain was firmly attached to Ren’s ankle, its cord unbreakable, even against Ren’s Skism. Not that she could use it, of course. The quirk-canceling bracelets had been difficult to find, but it’d be worth it. No one should have a power that self-destructive, as far as Momo was concerned.

And with Ren, Momo was always very, very concerned.

Regardless of her skepticism, she took a step into the room, stopping to admire the collection of houseplants on Ren’s bedside table. Despite her reservations, she’d been caring for them meticulously, even the most recent aloe (the poor thing had been half-dead when Momo brought it home) green and thriving under such an angel’s care. But, in Momo’s presence, Ren didn’t look away from her fixation, not until there were arms wrapped around her waist, the Heroine’s head resting on Ren’s shoulder, trying to spot whatever had Ren so anxious. "You’re here every time I check on you,” She explained, when Ren moved, trying to get a better look at her captor. “Is something wrong? I’ll fix it for you, but you’ll have to tell me, first.”

There was a shrug, a deep breath, but no verbal reply. Ren hadn’t been speaking much, lately.

Momo sighed. “I know you don’t like it here, and I’m sorry about that. If I could keep you safe willingly, I would, but… you’re too determined, Ren. If I tried to tell you the world was dangerous, you never would’ve listened to me.” She let herself pause, checking for any signs of acknowledgment, but if Ren could hear her, she certainly didn’t seem to want to. Unperturbed, Momo continued. “There are people, out there, bad people. Terrorists and murderers and Villains, not that I need to tell you that. All I want to do is keep you safe, from yourself as much as everyone else. You understand that, don’t you? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let anything happen to you.”

Holding her breath, she waited, closing her eyes and digging her nails into Ren’s tank-top and waiting, until tears had begun to form. Momo knew this was necessary, she knew she had to do this, but… fuck, she didn’t know if she could, not if Ren was going to be miserable because of it. One dark thought led to another, the plans she’d tried to repress resurfacing. Terrible, awful ideas, rope and riding crops mixing in with Ren’s smiles or her screams, whichever Momo managed to rip out of her first. It wouldn’t be hard. Ren was helpless, here, weak and fragile and moldable, if Momo put her mind to it. It would only take a few days, a few hours if she used the right-

Just as quickly as Momo’d begun to spiral, she was pulled out of it, perking up as Ren turned, shifting, repositioning herself until Momo’s cheek was pressed into her chest, Ren’s fingers starting to card through her hair. It was comforting, caring, more so than she deserved. The affection was cold, joyless, but Momo leaned into it nonetheless, content to nuzzle into the gesture as much as Ren would allow.

“You’ll keep me safe?” She asked, quietly, her voice hardly audible. “Promise, ‘rozu? Don’t lie to me about this.”

Momo didn’t hesitate, she didn’t even think. 

“I promise.”

~

The orchids were a little much, honestly.

They were nice in theory, their majority being the only requirement enforced when Ren asked for a greenhouse, but the sheer number of bleeding red and white petals, of dark green leaves. of hanging pots that were so easy to walk into was damn-near overwhelming, some days. She’d tried to suggest bring in a spike of gladiolus or lavender, but Ren had dropped the topic once Momo’s enthusiasm wavered. It hadn’t taken her much time to catch onto her captor’s… temperamental streak. 

Either way, the orchids stayed.

Now, she cared for them dutifully, doing her best to ignore the shock-collar wrapped snuggly around her neck. The humidity had been perfected, a complicated ventilation system keeping the shed from overheating, and Ren had spent so much time watering each individual plant, she was afraid they’d start to wilt from the attention alone. The boredom wasn’t what bothered Ren, she’d gotten used to hours of nothingness when he was in charge of looking after her, but she couldn’t fight the emptiness that captivity left, nor the irritation that came with Momo’s constant buys for her favor.

It was something that lingered in her mind as she leaned down, taking a better look at the greenhouse’s corners for the third time that day. Tiny sprigs of forget-me-nots could be seen emerging from under the walls, eating away at the cement floor as they found their way into the greenhouse. Ren wasn’t sure why it irritated her so much, she just… couldn’t stand to look at them, for whatever reason.

It was the light blue, how harsh it seemed, she supposed, grabbing at the stems and jerking them out of the cracks they’d filled. Their eyes, too, brown and black and dark, like they’d never seen a ray of sunlight in their lives. Even after the visible portions of the infestation had been ripped up, Ren couldn’t help but stare at the weeds, glaring down at them. Why were they still following her? She was safe, now, why couldn’t she forget them? When were they going to leave her mind and, more importantly, when were they going to stay gone?

When was Shigaraki going to stop hurting her?

Before she realized it, the flowers were on the floor, torn apart and crushed as Ren’s heel ground them into the pavement. She used more force than she had to, determined to rid her world of something so disgusting, pulverizing the plant and its repulsive, obedient leaves under her foot. Ren was tempted to glare, to spit or do something to show his disrespect, but she managed to pull herself out of her rage, clenching her fists at her sides and forcing herself to take in a breath, if only to calm herself down.

Luckily, the greenhouse door took that moment to swing open, Momo having undone the locks quietly enough to avoid drawing Ren out of her thoughts. The blonde didn’t waste time, spinning on her heels and rushing into her partner’s arm, hardly even taking notice to the light sparks running down her spine as she got closer to the door. She slotted herself against Momo perfectly, hugging her as tightly as Ren could manage, a surprised giggle only encouraging Ren to force herself closer, to fall deeper into strong, secure, safe arms.

“Someone missed me,” Momo laughed, her hands finding Ren’s back, rubbing small circles into her rigid shoulders. “Everything alright, princess?”

She forced herself to look up, biting her cheek at the slightest of separations. “I… can you stay here, for the rest of the day? I don’t want you to leave me so soon.”

There was another laugh, another soft touch, one of her hands coming up to cup Ren’s cheek and tilt her head back. The kiss was sweet, delicate, everything Ren wanted from a protector.

She almost managed to ignore the fact that Momo hadn’t answered her question.

[hailene]

𝚁𝚊𝚠  𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎

𝚁𝚊𝚠 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎| 02

𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

(𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮– 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘕𝘊𝘛, 𝘉𝘛𝘚, 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦, (𝘎)𝘐-𝘋𝘓𝘌, 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘰, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬)

Genre: angst, racing!au, college!au, gang!au, underworld!au

Word count: 2.5K

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People were fighting. My eyes couldn't count how many, nor could they recognize anybody besides the boy whom I had just met in the kitchen. A damaged car was abandoned on the alley way and somebody was leaning on its hood as if they were hurt. I couldn't believe my eyes. My brain was trying to explain the situation to my own self, I knew street fights existed, I knew Seungcheol was likely to be part of this kind of world. So why am I surprised? Why can't I move my body and leave? Why am I frozen in place?

I feel somebody pulling me inside the house and shutting the front door closed, locking it afterwards.

"Usually, when people are fighting, one should find a shelter for themselves," Joshua says as I turn around to face the boy.

His dreamy figure couldn't be wiped off, not even by the glint of worry and seriousness crossing his face. I frown, surprised that he is not bothered by my actions. Because I sure was.

"Sorry," I say and he shakes his head.

"You haven't wronged me with anything, you just need to be careful," he says. "I think it's better if we stay together with Liv and S.Coups upstairs, is that fine?"

What are the others doing? I want to ask.

Instead, I simply nod and follow him.

Half an hour later, silence had settled in. Seungcheol was texting somebody, his body leaning to the wall in front of the king-sized bed that Yuri and I were laying on. I was staring at the ceiling. She was surfing the online news, searching for something which only she knew what it was.

Joshua was reading a book near the lamp on the bedside table. He looked peaceful, almost annoyingly peaceful, considering the loud and tensioned silence that was floating in the air.

"It was NCT this time," Seungcheol says under his breath, his eyebrows furrowed.

"It must have been Momo's ties again..." Yuri sighs, still surfing on the internet.

Seungcheol sighs, putting his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants. It was interesting to watch them talking about something which I couldn't understand. I wasn't going to ask because I felt like sooner or later, I would find out what they are talking about anyway.

"If they're this obsessed with taking Mingyu out, what will happen with Jeonghan and THE8?" My sister asks silently, but nobody answers.

"Don't you think it would be nice if you told Emma what you're talking about as well?" Joshua casually says while flipping a page.

Yuri and Seungcheol look at him surprised, as if they forgot about his presence. Shortly after, the boy clears his throat, looking at my sister as if begging her to save the situation.

"The less she knows, the-..."

"If you're gonna say the safer she is, then I really want to disagree with you," Joshua say closing his book and taking off his silver-rimmed glasses. "She's not safe anyway and I really believe knowledge is power in this case."

"She will know all of it, just not now," my sisters insists, making me even more curious.

Joshua sighs and moves his gaze towards me sympathetically.

"Hoshi and Jun are trained fighters, that's why they rushed in the middle of the chaos," he explains lightly. "One of our friends, Mingyu, was driving to this house but apparently some other not-nice people were following him. It's a high probability they had the same reason as the ones who crashed Seungcheol's car."

I nod, trying to comprehend everything that was going on. Especially because Joshua has just told me that the boy I met an hour ago in the kitchen is a trained fighter. What is that even supposed to mean?

"Do you... have snipers and stuff?" I ask, half jokingly, half genuinely curious.

Joshua chuckles.

"None of that," he smiles. "We do have people responsible for certain things, but you'll meet them when the time will come."

I nod, feeling relieved that they weren't an actual mafia carrying guns around. Despite the fact that they weren't that far away either. Yuri-ah... what did you get me tangled in?

"How many people are there?" I ask Joshua, who was watching me as if he wanted to see how I react to the new information.

"Thirteen," he replies casually and my eyes widen.

Holy crap that's a lot of people.

"Do all of you live here?" I ask confused.

"None of them lives here! This is my house!" Joshua says in a higher pitch and I hear Seungcheol snickering in the background. "But it's the largest space that any of us owns so they oftentimes come here, with or without asking!"

I smile, knowing that it must be annoying to have twelve other people come to your house whenever they feel like it, being them friends or not.

I pause before turning around to look at Yuri who shut down the laptop in the meantime.

"Are we going back home anytime soon?" I ask in a hopeless whisper.

She smiles tiredly.

"Not for too long," she replies. "You should get used to this place."

*

Turns out Joshua's living room was actually a nice place for working on my assignments. Yuri was working on her stuff upstairs, while Joshua was preparing coffee "for the uninvited comers" in the kitchen. I was trying my best to focus on what I had to do, but the memories of last night were constantly popping up in my head. I fell asleep while hearing Joshua and Seungcheol talking and I woke up in the same bed, but alone.

It felt like I was dreaming, like I was actually home and all of the events from the past few days were part of my imagination. But when I walked in the kitchen half an hour later and saw Seungkwan and Hoshi eating milk and cereals, I realized this was actually my reality now.

I wake up from my thoughts at the sound of the front door opening and I turn my head towards the entrance to see who was the new comer. I got used with the idea that I was going to meet a lot of new people, but that didn't mean I wasn't curious.

Soon enough, a light-blonde-haired boy enters the living room, stopping in his tracks as soon as he sees me. I recognize him immediately.

Jeonghan smiles as soon as he realizes who I am as well, approaching me and stopping right in front of the coffee table I was sitting at.

"Well well well, Olivia finally decided to bring you here," he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

I simply smile, turning my attention back to my papers. I didn't want to let him see the blood-rush in my cheeks.

"How is it?" He asks calmly.

He was wearing an over-sized flannel shirt, which alongside his skinny black jeans was forming a really casual attire. But in fact, he could wear a trash bag and still manage to look breathtakingly beautiful.

"I don't know," I mutter. "Fine so far, I guess..."

"Right, I'm gonna ask you the same thing in a week," he chuckles but his humor doesn't get to me. "But it's fun if you get the hang of it."

"Have you got the hang of it?" I ask while flipping some papers in order to look like the conversation with him wasn't affecting me that much and I could actually focus on what I had to do.

"I'm having fun, so I'd say so-..."

"Ugh, stop messing around," I hear Joshua saying as he enters the living room, Jeonghan and I both turning our heads to look at him.

"It's fine," I sigh, trying to sound a bit bothered.

In fact, I was bothered by the fact that Joshua suddenly appeared in the room rather than by Jeonghan's attitude.

"See? She says it's fine," Jeonghan says with a cocky smile on his face. "What now? Did they make you her guardian?"

I chuckle and Joshua frowns.

"You're lucky you are talented," Joshua threatens him with a spoon that I didn't realize he was holding.

"As you say, chef," the other boy waves him off and Joshua sighs.

"Coffee is ready," he mutters before leaving the room.

"A terrible chef," Jeonghan whispers, making me chuckle.

I wasn't going to drink coffee anyway. And I was probably going to regret that later.

*

Thirteen.

There had to be thirteen of them, as Joshua said. I was mentally counting how many friends of Seungcheol I had met so far: there were Hoshi, Joshua, Woozi... that loud-ass boy whose name I think it was Seungkwan, Jun and...

That's it.

Plus Seungcheol and Jeonghan, whom I had already known, I count up to seven people.

So there were still six boys whom I hadn't met yet. Six boys that I was likely to meet tonight.

It took a lot of convincing work from Jeonghan to make Yuri agree on going together to some kind of weekly race that he had to take part in. So now, everybody was wondering around Joshua's house as if they were going to a fancy party. Maybe we were. But if so, I was definitely not wearing the right clothes.

However, of course, going to the race had to come with costs. I couldn't stay with Seungcheol, nor with Yuri, because apparently, they were pretty famous among... this kind of things and people seeing me with them couldn't do me any good. Jeonghan was racing, so he couldn't stay with me. Therefore I was left with Joshua. Which- if you are asking me- wasn't that bad. Except from the fact that Jeonghan came up with the idea that I should pretend to be his girlfriend in order not to arise suspicions.

In fact, for some reason, he looked rather pleased that he could make me feel uncomfortable.

The racing area looked much like an abandoned neighborhood. However, something in the bright neon lights on the side of the road was telling me I shouldn't judge by the appearances. Cheers could be heard in the distance, only getting louder as we were driving closer to what looked like an open-air arena.

"Just... how many people are there?" I ask with curiosity.

"A few hundreds," Joshua replies casually and my eyes widen.

A few... hundreds?

That's...

That's a lot.

Joshua chuckles.

"Don't worry, it doesn't look like it," he says and his words make me relax a bit.

I didn't know that what he actually meant wasn't meant to comfort me.

The chatter was loud. There were indeed a lot of people, of literally all kinds. Most of them had crazy outfits and hairstyles. They looked high on life, but some of them might have been high on something else. It was definitely not as unpleasant as I'd expected it to be and the walk from the parking lot to the stands let me analyze the surroundings quite a lot. Yuri instructed me well during the car ride, telling me I should stick with Joshua, no matter what happens, that I shouldn't talk to strangers unless he says it's okay and that I should not, under any circumstance, give signs that I might know her, Seungcheol or Jeonghan.

For some reason, she emphasized the last condition really well.

Up to this point, I can tell this much: she has been hiding a lot of things from me these past few years. But somehow, I feel like I didn't really had time to be mad on her. Other than the fact that she is Seungcheol's girlfriend and that he is apparently... really influent among the underworld of this city, I can't tell why she is so obsessed with keeping me as far away from this as possible.

They aren't a mafia, are they?

They can't be. I mentally laugh at the thought. Being part of a mafia would be too much for my sister. She is not like that.

However, they might be... something.

I notice how people steal glances at Seungcheol and Yuri as they advance to the stands, Joshua and I trying to basically get lost in the crowd. He was holding my wrist gently, making sure I don't get lost in the mass of people. Jeonghan was nowhere to be seen. So much is going on here, I can't focus on anything. A few people step on my feet, making me flinch in pain, but nobody notices. Everybody was too caught up in their own conversations, in their own drug-induced-like exhilaration. The smell of sweat and sweet perfume was invading my nostrils and the cigarette smoke in the air was making me dizzy. This place is so lively and so dead at the same time, I think.

Eventually, we reach a set of stairs and I realize we are near the stands. I follow Joshua as he climbs up to the eighth row, I count. There weren't many people in sitting in the stands; most of them were on the edge of what looked like the racetrack, probably wanting to be as close as possible to the ones who were going to compete.

Holy crap, I think to myself as soon as I take in all my surroundings. This place is something else.

The bright white lights were making me feel like I was on a stadium. There was a specific rawness about this place, that gave it some kind of breathtaking vibe. The racetrack was long enough to get lost in the darkness of the night, the cold emptiness of the rail giving me shivers. It's not going to stay hollow for too long, though.

The lost paradise, open just for the chosen ones, I think. It felt unreal. It felt like I was hallucinating.

I pinch myself.

Nope, it's real.

"It's pretty nice, right?" Joshua asks, bringing me back with my feet on the ground.

Nice is an understatement.

He smiles as my lack of response. There was something about Joshua's aura that made me feel at ease, but the tint of bitterness in his smile made me slightly shiver anxiously.

"You know," he speaks "you seem to be the kind of person who would enjoy coming here regularly."

I look at the fiery crowd on the side of the racetrack and wonder what Joshua might think that I have in common with those people. I hear him chuckling and I turn my head towards him again.

"I wasn't talking about them," he says. "Look right."

I turn my head towards my right and see small groups of people, looking really well-dressed, seeming to be engaged in serious conversations. Their aura was powerful, as if they owned this place or as if they could if they wanted to. Gangs. Of course there had to be gangs over here.

I turn my head towards Joshua again so I don't stare for too long and he smiles again. However, this time, it's not so genuine.

"Part of a gang?" I ask. "No, thank you."

"It's funny," he smiles.

I frown. What could he possibly find funny in the current situation?

He turns his head to look at me. His gaze is mesmerizing, as if... as if he could be a manipulator in some sort of...

"You're talking so confidently for somebody who lives under the same roof with one."

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00|  01|  02|  03|  04|  05|  06|  07|  08|  09|  10|  tba

[junionigiri]

Ruby Red and Caramel Ch 6: Croque Monsieur

Chapter Summary: What can Momo do for Katsuki?

Relationship(s): Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo; Awase Yousetsu/Yaoyorozu Momo

Rating: T

Warnings/Notes: sorry if the transition is weird--I’m changing how the story is paced. T_T i hope this isn’t too odd

Another day, another emergency.

It’s already late afternoon, and Momo tries to focus despite not having slept even a minute of the previous night. The patient she just saw, a civilian involved in a scuffle between a hero and a villain in the Naruhata district, suffered a blow to the head, a spinal fracture, and a broken hip. She probably needs to take the patient to the OR soon, but…

“Excuse me,” she asks one of the ER nurses, “what’s taking so long? I need a CAT scan, stat.”

Everyone’s moving so slow, it’s simply unacceptable. The nurse stammers an apology. “They said we can bring in the patient in 5 minutes, Doc--”

“We might lose the patient in 5 minutes--”

“Yaoyorozu,” someone calls from next to her. She doesn’t look up from the chart.

“I’ll give them another call, Dr. Yaoyorozu.”

“Yes, please.” She shakes her head, tries to get back to writing her notes down, but her irritation made her lose her focus, and she loses track of what she wants to do in the middle of an order. Her mouth goes tch before she’s able to stop it.

“Yaoyorozu.”

Momo… of all the habits to pick up. Honestly. She feels something awful arise in her chest.

Her orders don’t make sense. Not a single thing she wrote, makes sense.

“Hey.” A callused hand stops her hand, and the pen in its tracks. She looks up from her work and glares.

“Awase-san,” she says, in the most level voice she can manage. “Is there anything wrong?”

Awase Yousetsu’s eyes are as sharp as ever when he stares her down. He takes the pen from her hands, twirls it in one dexterous hand. “Yeah. You. What’s up, Yaoyorozu?”

“Nothing,” she answers quickly. Yousetsu doesn’t give her the pen back, so she creates one from the flesh of her left forearm and gets back to struggling with her orders. “Except, I’m trying to get things done for the patient in bed 3, and our system in this hospital just… isn’t moving fast enough. You should know Awase-san, Ortho’s on this case too--”

“Yeah,” he cuts her off, pulling the chart from her easily. “But you aren’t on call. Tetsutetsu just called Todoroki. They’re on their way here.”

She glares at him. “I was the one who received the call first, so--”

“You were supposed to inform Todoroki to give him the case. You’re supposed to be on the way home.”

She’s about to retort before she’s interrupted by a gregarious yell from behind. “Hey! Awase! Yaoyorozu!!! That the trauma case?”

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu’s voice is as loud and cheerful as ever. It doesn’t always give Momo a headache though. She presses the space between her eyes, reeling from the auditory assault, and barely registers Yousetsu’s response. He hands the taller man the chart, easily dodging Momo’s weak attempt to get it back. “Yeah, here. Is Todoroki goin’ down soon?”

“Yeah! He gave the OR a heads-up and everything! We’re meeting up at CAT scan!” Tetsutetsu flips through the pages and makes a loud ah when he reads the last entries. “I didn’t know you were on the case too, Yaoyorozu! Ain’t Todoroki on call?”

“Yeah. It’s Half-and-Half today. Yaoyorozu’s just about to go home.” Yousetsu doesn’t even give her time to respond. It might be unfair given that he’s technically right, but Momo decides that she dislikes him very much, at that point in time.

“Er… yeah, okay!” The silver-haired man looks at the two of them warily, like he detects something is off, but doesn’t have enough to put two and two together. Or more of, he doesn’t want to recognize the tension between his two former classmates. The way he’s avoiding their gazes tells Momo as much. “So… I’m going ahead! Awase, you’re goin’ home too, right?”

“Yeah man. I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

Tetsutetsu gives them a cheesy grin and starts shouting at the nurses to start moving the patient to CT. In turn, Yousetsu pulls Momo away from the nurses’ station and out the ER exit, where there’s no-one to listen to what is presumably, the impending argument between them.

“Yaoyorozu,” he repeats more gently. Steely eyes try to look into hers, even though she pointedly avoids them. “You’re pissed off.”

“No, I’m not.”

He doesn’t move. “If you got something to say to me, say it.”

She’s had enough arguments with him in the past to know that he won’t stop until she spills everything. She inhales slowly. “I… could have managed that one on my own, Awase-san. I do not appreciate how you… interfered with my process.”

He gives her a stony look. “Yeah. That order sheet you were workin’ on had so many errors in it, it looks like one of Shishida’s when he accidentally goes on beast mode while writing. You shoulda just gotten a new sheet of paper.”

“I was fixing it,” she argues weakly. 

“You were raising your voice at the nurse who was just doing her job.”

“She wasn’t doing it very efficiently.”

“She was doing her best. You know our system here isn’t perfect.”

“Yes, but it should be. Our patients depend on us, right?” Momo says smartly. They have been depending on her for the past… thirty-six or so hours, and heaven knows she’s been doing her best the entire time. Everyone should, no matter how terrible they’re feeling--

Her head throbs, making her grimace.

She turns away, hoping he doesn’t notice, but of course, it’s Awase Yousetsu and his tingling ‘Yaoyorozu-sense,’ as Tsuburaba-san had described it so eloquently before. Most of the time he knows when she needs help, and somehow always knows when she isn’t feeling very well. His exasperated sigh tells her as much.

His voice is more careful when he speaks again. “Is it really about the patients, Yaoyorozu?”

She knows that tone of voice very well. He’s gentle, but suspicious. Forcing her into honesty, even though she thinks it’s completely unnecessary. “What else would it be about, Awase-san? I--”

“I don’t know. We haven’t even talked, or even fuckin’ texted in a while, so I wouldn’t know what’s up with you,” he cuts in, in his usual no-nonsense kind of way. Despite the weight of his words, she’s sure that he isn’t doing it to guilt-trip, he’s just laying out the facts.

(Still, Momo wonders if she’s hurt him in some way for him to say that.)

“But I like to think I know you well enough to guess. And I’m, like, 100% sure you’re pretty fucked up over something right now.”

She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter if I am… bothered by anything--”

Because it shouldn’t matter that she has not slept that well, and has consistently been skipping meals. Shouldn’t matter that Kendo-san and Honenuki-san and even Todoroki-san, who doesn’t usually speak up about these things, have told her that she might have been overdoing it. It doesn’t matter that Amjiki-senpai has talked to her once again, asking her the very same inane questions and accusations that Yousetsu’s giving her now.

All she needs to do is work. All she needs to do is to help people. That’s why she’s here.

“Momo.”

She doesn’t give in, not even when he inexplicably uses her first name again after three long years. Professionals should act professional and not bring their troubles to work. That’s why she straightens out her posture, looks him right in the eye like nothing’s wrong. “I just need to do my best.”

“But right now, you can’t. You look like you’re about to keel over any second now. Did you even notice?”

No. If she remembers that she hasn’t eaten, her stomach will complain. If she pays attention to how tired she is, she’ll feel nothing but exhaustion. If she thinks of… of the things that make her sad...

It’s been two weeks, a small, despondent voice in her head reminds her, making her heart wince.

“I’m fine.”

Yousetsu sighs. “Really.” She’s frozen when out of nowhere, he tilts her chin upwards and stares right into her face.

He hasn’t done that in a very long time. Momo is surprised at how familiar this all feels, still… 

He’s being clinical about it, when he examines her skin and eyes. “You’re really pale,” he tells her seriously, looking at her side to side, mumbling something about the hollow of her cheeks not being there before. “And you lost weight. I bet it’s cos you’ve been skippin’ meals and makin’ matryoshka dolls at home until you pass out.”

He… is scarily accurate. She doesn’t tell him that, though.

He gives her a bored smile. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Please,” she tells him, releasing her chin from his grasp. “It doesn’t matter, because I need to get back there and see my patients.”

When she turns to leave, he holds her by the wrist and pulls her backwards. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am."

“I’m activating my quirk on you.”

“No, you’re not. It’s illegal quirk usage, and I will complain.”

He gives her a challenging stare, and fuses his hand to her wrist anyway. Her jaw drops in offense.

He chuckles. “Okay, now you’re payin’ attention, Yaoyorozu. Come on.”

Momo doesn’t even have a say as Yousetsu leads her by the hand to the exits and out the streets at the back of the hospital. She’s annoyed, but a little relieved that he doesn’t take her out the lobby, where the NTG Cafe and its staff are visible from as far as the doorway. Again, she wonders if it’s Yousetsu’s instincts, or just his insanely sharpened common sense that made him decide where they go.

When they’re about three blocks away, he un-fuses himself from her wrist. When she eyes him suspiciously, he shrugs. “I just wanted you to breathe something different from the air inside the hospital. It might help your stubborn head think a little clearer.”

She pouts. “You know I can just march right back there and get back to work.”

He shrugs, and gestures to the empty street ahead of him, going away from the hospital. “Do what you want. Though, Todoroki’s doing your work now, and Tetsutetsu’s doing mine. Meanwhile, I’m gonna be at Monoma’s, eating a croque monsieur--”

The image of Monoma’s famous snack flashes in her brain, making her mouth water. Momo’s stomach suddenly complains out loud. Yousetsu guffaws much louder. She gives him a sour look as she clutches her traitorous tummy in a foolish attempt to quiet it down.

“So there. Go back if you want to, I guess, Momo. See if that growling goes away.”

He turns and walks at a leisurely pace, hands in pockets, whistling a little tune. Momo stares at his retreating figure and the elongated shadows along the street.

She looks at the sky--deep oranges, purples, pinks, steadily darkening as the seconds pass by. She didn’t even notice that the sun was setting already.

She’s… hungry. Exhausted. Miserable. The feelings aren’t going to go away. Not soon.

She walks forward, keeping up with Yousetsu’s stride. She pointedly keeps her eyes forward, but sees him at the periphery with a small, satisfied smile.

Wordlessly, they walk along the orange-stained streets to Monoma’s.

 *

 “Here ya go, you guys. Two croque monsieurs, a quiche paysanne, a crêpe suzette, a black coffee with muscovado sugar, and an iced coffee.” Tsuburaba Kosei-san places the orders in front of them one by one with an easy smile on his face. “Ya need anything else, man?”

“We’re good, bro. Thanks.”

“Sure, any time.” There seems to be extra meaning in the way he smiles at Yousetsu. She concludes that the wide-eyed server is definitely getting the wrong idea about her, and his high school friend right there.

Seems that Yousetsu might be thinking the same thing, judging by the pointed glare he gives Kosei before shooing him away. “Okay. I know you haven’t eaten anything since this morning when Kendo force-fed you a nutribar, so just dig in already.”

“How do you know something like that?” she asks him suspiciously. Because again, he’s scarily accurate, the way a stalker is scarily accurate. She’s sure that he wasn’t there when Kendo-san practically shoved half a nutribar in her mouth while they were doing rounds.

He answers easily, “Kendo told me. It’s not just me who’s worried about you, you know.” He pushes the quiche and the crepe, dishes that she didn’t order for herself, closer to her. She gives him a look of disdain.

“This is too much, Awase-san.”

“You eat twice as much in a normal meal.”

“But… I don’t think I can finish this.” It’s true. Her appetite had just shut down inexplicably.

“So take the rest of it home,” he says, in between bites. “Oh man, this is really good, though.”

It really is. It’s better than she last remembers it. But after she’s taken two angry bites of Monoma’s perfect croque monsieur, her stomach is telling her that she’s already half-full. She chews, tries to analyze the salty, savouriness of the ham and how the swiss cheese compliments the overall flavor of the dish, but the words don’t come.

It’s… been two weeks, since she’s done that.

The man across from her notices how she fights down her food. “Hey, Yaoyorozu...”

“Hm?”

He sighs. “I guess I was wrong about how hungry you were. You don’t have to force yourself to eat everything, if you can’t. But I want you at least finish half of that. Can you do that?”

She swallows the small portion, and nods. “I’ll finish everything. Don’t worry.”

“Well… all right,” he says quietly. “Just… tell me if you feel sick, or whatever. Or you know. If you want to talk, or something.”

She cuts through the pastry quietly. “Talk about what?”

“Anything you like,” he says flatly.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Is he going to force her to talk, again? She isn’t really ready to share anything. She kept herself insanely busy to avoid processing her inner turmoil by herself. Does Awase Yousetsu expect her to do it with him, of all people? “I don’t have anything in particular I want to talk about.”

He’s a pushy person. He usually doesn’t stop pushing her until she says something, anything, everything he wants to hear. And usually, what he wants to hear is the truth, nothing more and nothing less. It’s a difficult trait to deal with, at times.

So much to her surprise, this time all he does is nod. “Okay.”

She blinks in astonishment. “... okay?”

He nods again, quietly munches on his sandwich. When she continues to stare at him dumbly, he gives her a mildly offended look. “You look a little surprised.”

“W… well,” she begins awkwardly, “This is just. A little different, I suppose. You forced me out of the hospital, after all.”

He sighs. “That’s different. I needed to do that because you might actually die if I didn’t get you outta there.”

“But before…” She trails off, hesitates.

He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “No, that’s…” He makes a small frustrated sound that sounds funny to Momo’s ears, making her smile. He struggles with his words and stammers, “I mean, four years together is a long time, so I guess you’d still expect me to act the same, but…”

Momo shakes her head with a reassuring smile. Those four years weren’t terrible, but they really are a distant past. “No… this is… okay. Thank you, Awase-san.”

He nods, and goes back to his food and coffee. He finishes his croque monsieur when she’s barely halfway done with hers, and eventually decides to finish the crepe by himself.

As he cuts through the sweet, Momo’s mouth opens on its own accord. “I--”

His head snaps up in attention.

She closes her eyes, inhales. Hopes for a smidgen of composure, because she’s sure that her voice will crack--and it does, when she begins speaking. “I… was hurt, Yousetsu. It… it feels wrong to feel that way, but…”

Stupid, Momo, why are your eyes already stinging? Why are your cheeks already damp? You haven’t even started yet, haven’t even begun your silly, sordid story.

“Hey,” he says comfortingly. He gives her a neatly folded handkerchief with the zig-zag design as his headband. Momo takes it gratefully and dabs her cheeks.

“I learned that he was… keeping very important things from me,” she manages to say without stuttering. “Maybe there’s a good reason for it, but… I wouldn’t ever know them now.”

He hasn’t even tried to speak with her. She’s called and texted as many times as she could before her courage eventually wavered. All of them left unanswered. She hasn’t had the gall to show herself in the cafe just yet, but…

Yousetsu’s lower jaw juts out, obviously annoyed at what he’s hearing. Damn, if it didn’t remind her of that man. “What exactly happened?”

Momo takes another deep breath, and tells him everything as quietly as she can. Her story is in disarray, and her voice cracked so many times that it’s embarrassing, but he doesn’t tell her off for it and lets her continue at her own pace. He hums in understanding and tries not to react too much, even when she admits to have been intimate with the man-in-question.

After she tells him everything, he lets out a long exhale, as if the story took a lot out of him, too. “That’s… messed up, Momo. I’m sorry you had to go through that with that dumbass.”

She laughs somehow. By this time, her eyes aren’t that damp anymore, although they feel very puffy. “Shinsou-san has also called him the same thing.”

“That’s ‘cause he is.” Yousetsu huffs in annoyance. “He may have gone through a lot, but doesn’t he fuckin’ owe you at least a single word? Suddenly treating you like you were nothing, fuck, I want to fuse that smug bastard’s face against the side of the street--”

“Calm down,” she tells him sternly, but with some humor. It’s a small relief to see that Yousetsu is as hot-headed as ever. It’s funny how the two of them are similar in some ways, except Yousetsu is just a little calmer. “I don’t think he owes me anything… my worry about the entire thing is how I probably forced myself on him, and--”

It’s a hard pill to swallow. She’s the one who keeps coming back to the cafe to eat his food and to speak with him until past closing time. She’s the one who drank all that wine and cornered him into taking her home. She’s the one who kissed him first that night, and…

“What? No, that’s stupid.” He looks much more annoyed than before, going as far as gritting his teeth. “That bastard is just as interested in you as you are with him. I should know, that day he dragged you out for lunch, we fought over--”

His mouth closes suddenly, and Momo is left to stare at him curiously.

He clears his throat and recovers. “We argued. He was sure you’d come down even if he paged for Dr. Ponytail. Especially because he called you Dr. Ponytail. As if he’s putting his mark on you with that weird nickname. I thought it was stupid and impolite, so I wanted to beat his ass.”

Momo suddenly remembers seeing the two of them argue that day. During the time, she was too focused on him to really notice what was going on, but…

“Why… were you there in the first place?”

“I just was,” he says, a little exasperated. “And something felt off about him. I dunno.”

It’s the ‘Yaoyorozu-sense’ again, Momo muses. Will he ever get rid of it?

“Enough about that.” Yousetsu gives her a serious look. “What do you plan on doing about this, Momo?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve… opted to try to move on. Focus on my training, and nothing else.”

“Work yourself to death, you mean,” he quips with a frown.

“What else am I supposed to do?”

“Not work yourself to death is a good option? I dunno, just a thought.”

Momo sighs. “I didn’t think I was? Look, I’m not about to knock on his door to force him into letting me take care of him…”

He’d hate her for that, she’s sure of it. He doesn’t want her to see him as a patient. That was Dr. Hakamata’s point that day, the reason why he kept her away from Katsuki. Why he told her to look strong, to actually be strong so Katsuki could trust her. She has to be something else for him, but right now she can’t quite figure it out.

Besides... how can Katsuki trust her, if he suddenly doesn’t want anything to do with her?

Yousetsu hums. “Yeah, don’t. So… maybe take care of yourself first? I don’t expect you to get over this fast, so… baby steps.”

She gives him a look of disdain while shaking her head, and he gives her a similar look while nodding. “Awase-san--”

“Yaoyorozu-san,” he says, imitating her high tone. He begins to look ridiculous, so she bursts out into a short bout of laughter. “That’s better, we can start by making you laugh,” he says after she’s done.

She feels a little odd then, and she realizes it’s because she hasn’t laughed a lot the past week. She supposes he’s right. He usually is, even though he can be pushy and annoying about it. She just needs to calm down, try to move on without stretching herself too thin.

Easier said than done. But at least the croque monsieur looks a little less daunting at the next bite. When she’s almost done, the bell chime over the door sounds. She sees a messy green mop of hair behind Yousetsu’s head.

“Ahh, please don’t close yet!” the man says to Tsuburaba, who seems to be ready to flip their signage closed then. “I just need food, please, pretty please!”

Tsuburaba huffs. “Sure, but it has to be to go. The boss wants to close early today. He’s got important places to be. Or so he says.”

Awase rolls his eyes. “Ain’t even nighttime yet. Jesus. That guy’s a lovesick fool,” he grumbles.

“You know it,” the wide-eyed server nods sagely, allowing the customer in. “Come on Midoriya, you like the cake salés with ham and gruyere right? I got the last one for ya here. Let me heat it up.”

Dr. Midoriya Izuku of Pediatric Surgery looks terribly relieved at that. “Thanks, Tsuburaba-kun! I’d like a baguette too, if it isn’t much of a bother...”

Tsuburaba tells the fussing Midoriya to sit down first. It’s then that the green-haired boy sees the two of them in their booth. He regards them with a wave. “Awase-kun! Yaoyorozu-san! Mind if I sit there with--oh…”

He stops mid-step when he sees Momo’s face and all its puffiness and redness. “O-oh, I m-mean, if it isn’t rude, I d-don’t need to sit there, I mean I can sit anywhere else I’ll be okay--”

Momo hasn’t had a chance to work a lot with Midoriya, this man in sheep-print scrubs, thick glasses, and more freckles on his cheeks than anybody else she’s ever seen. Therefore she doesn’t know much about him, except that he’s nice, perpetually awkward, and that he actually trains in Musutafu Children’s Hospital. He’s in Hosu Gen for just one year, for more villain- and quirk-related cases.

Also, he’s nice and very cute the way an infant lamb is cute. Momo shakes her head and shifts in her seat to give him room. “It’s alright, Midoriya-san. Sit next to me.”

“Is that really okay?”

“Yeah. Don’t mind Yaoyorozu’s allergies,” Yousetsu says flatly, gesturing towards the seat. The green-haired boy accepts the explanation, albeit a little uneasily, and obliges.

“Thanks! Um, allergies are awful, aren’t they? I, I have some antihistamines somewhere in my backpack, if you want--”

She shakes her head. “I’m doing better. Thank you for offering, Midoriya-san. You’re very kind.”

“Hah, no, that’s--” Momo thinks that it’s awfully cute how easily he stumbles over his words, how just the act of her speaking to him makes him so clumsy. It’s endearing.

He’s… the exact opposite of him , she thinks.

Momo, why--why would you suddenly think that, Midoriya-san has nothing to do with this mess, please stop thinking of him--

She doesn’t understand what Midoriya says afterward. Yousetsu replies, and eventually they get to talking about a case they’d worked on together. She sits quietly and lets them have a normal conversation. Heaven knows it’s been long since she’s had anything like that.

It’s been two weeks, since--

Stop.

Tsuburaba comes back with Midoriya’s take out. In a minute, he wraps up all of Momo’s leftovers and hands it to her protesting hands. “You still do midnight snacks, right?” he says with a grin. “If this ain’t enough, come back here tomorrow. I’ll make sure you get the best of the batch.”

She smiles at him graciously. For a loyal customer, she hasn’t been here in a while, and maybe Tsuburaba-san isn’t the only one to notice. She’d have to change that.

Baby steps.

Midoriya and Yousetsu live in the same apartment complex two stations away. They agree to walk Momo home before taking the train together.

The sky is already dark as they walk the streets in relative silence. Midoriya keeps the air light by chatting about the new All Might anime that Studio Bones has released. Yousetsu keeps the conversation going, but everytime Midoriya asks Momo what she thinks, she gives a noncommittal response. She doesn’t even have the energy to tell him that she doesn’t watch a lot of anime. Maybe the disinterest is obvious by the way the green-haired boy stammers and blushes.

Sorry, Midoriya-san , she thinks as he looks at his slightly deflated form. It’s just a little hard to take on a normal conversation right now…

Soon they reach Hosu Gen, across the street from Momo’s condominium. “Thank you for walking me home,” she says, with a bow. “I’ll see you both at work tomorrow.”

“It’s fine, Yaoyorozu-san,” Midoriya says with a nod. He falters a bit when Yousetsu steps forward and holds on to Momo’s shoulder.

“Momo,” he says in a low voice. He sounds just as he did three years ago, when they decided they were better friends than lovers, and the time after that, when Yousetsu has proved it time and again. “You’ll take care of yourself, right?”

She nods and honestly tells him, “I’ll take care of myself.”

He gives her a genuine smile. “You’d better.”

Midoriya clears his throat and turns his eyes away, obviously uncomfortable and easily embarrassed. “I’ll… I’ll wait for you over there, Awa--ah…”

The shock in his voice makes Momo and Yousetsu snap their eyes to him in unison. For one reason or another, the baguette that was in his hands is on the ground, and his eyes are wide open at the people before him.

From the distance, Momo sees two individuals: Shinsou, clad in his coat and scrubs, tired eyes and face carefully neutral as he speaks to someone who looks like he wants to be somewhere else.

The other has a shock of flaxen hair and a navy blue apron. A flash of the white of his teeth, as his jaw juts out as it does when he’s annoyed. One large hand, the lines and creases and calluses of which Momo’s got memorized, holds a small orange canister that goes in the pocket of the apron. Eyes, ahead and glinting red under the street lights--

“K… Kacchan…”

The mention of the name makes everyone freeze. Momo watches the scene play out before her, barely notices that Yousetsu’s hand is still on her shoulder. Shinsou and Bakugou Katsuki slowly turn to them, to Midoriya Izuku, who inexplicably already has tears in his eyes.

Katsuki stares at the green-haired boy first, utter shock in his eyes that transforms to irritation. And then he sees Momo, eyes going right into hers, before they go to the hand on her shoulder, and…

“Kacchan,” Midoriya cries, stepping closer to him, as if he’s seeing an apparition instead of a human person, “Y… you’re here, I can’t believe it--”

She feels the moment Katsuki’s eyes disconnect from hers--a fragile thread breaking, the snap of it echoing in her head, painful and sobering. He makes a grumbling noise when Midoriya touches him, swats his hand away. “Shitty fuckin’ Deku, what the fuck are you doin’ here?! Aren’t you supposed to be in Musutafu?”

“N-no, what are you doing here, Kacchan? Oh my god, I thought--I thought you went far away, I thought I’d never see you again! B-but if you’re with Shinsou-kun… oh no, did you have another attack? Did you get hurt again, Kacchan? Tell me, I’m here--”

“ Fuck you, stay away.” He growls, and pushes Midoriya so hard the smaller man’s glasses fall off his face, and the rest of him almost crashes to the ground. It’s so that Shinsou has to hold Katsuki back. Yousetsu jumps next to Midoriya to support him.

“Easy,” Shinsou says warningly, clutching the fabric over Katsuki’s front. He receives a glare in response.

“ Easy ? Shut up, you mindfucker, he’s butting in my business again, as if it’s his job to fix me! It’s fuckin’ annoying!”

“B-but, Kacchan--”

“Oi, Bomb-face, take it easy!”

Katsuki makes a sound like a cornered animal that makes the hair at the back of Momo’s next stand. He glares at Midoriya first and says nothing. He glares at Yousetsu next, teeth bared. “Mind your own business, Headband Fucker, unless ya wanna go?!”

“Oh, you wanna go, is that it Blondie?!”

“N-no, Awase-kun, please don’t hurt Kacchan, he didn’t mean--”

“Y-you--shut up you fuckin’ useless nerd, don’t fuckin’ speak for me as if--”

“You fuckin’ asshole, can you leave Midoriya alone?! Why the fuck do you wanna kill him?!”

“Because he doesn’t mind his own fuckin’ business! And you know who else is a meddlesome fuck, Headband?!”

They’re at the verge of a brawl, and Momo knows that someone has to do something, but she’s absolutely petrified seeing the violence in Katsuki’s eyes.  The security personnel of the hospital are sensing the trouble, and are edging in closer to them. She has to do something, she has to get to Katsuki, she has to--

Momo, please move your feet, please, just run next to Katsuki, tell him it’s all right, he doesn’t have to be angry, he doesn’t have to do anything or say anything he’ll regret further--

Her feet remain on the pavement. Her breath remains at the back of her throat, the air frozen in place. She opens her mouth, tries to call out his name, but nothing comes out.

Shinsou rightfully looks like he’s had enough of this. Momo hears him mumble something under his breath. When his voice comes out again, it’s deep and commanding, unlike anything Momo has heard before. “Midoriya! Shut your fuckin’ trap!”

“B-but--”

The effect is instantaneous. Midoriya’s eyes glaze over, face instantly impassive and free of distress. He stops struggling from behind Yousetsu’s arm. Like a mannequin, he stands straight, eyes going to Shinsou’s, waiting for the next command.

Silent anger barely concealed, he glares at him and everyone else. “Step away from Bakugou. Stand next to Yaoyorozu. Don’t move another muscle ‘til I say so.”

The docile Midoriya does just that. As quiet as a mouse, he stands next to Momo. She sees the tears fall over his blank face. It’s disconcerting to look at.

“You two.” Shinsou says to Katsuki and Yousetsu, in that same unsettling voice--deep, quiet, but dripping with authority, demanding anyone who heard it to listen and obey. “Are you gonna stop this shit, or am I gonna have to brainwash your dumbasses?”

The anger in the air, heavy and overbearing, doesn’t go away. Still, the two men stand down, Katsuki going tch as he does so.

“Good.” The only rational person left in this scenario rubs his tired eyes and turns to the blonde. His voice is more subdued when he speaks again. “Go home. I’ll handle Midoriya.”

Katsuki glares at him, as if to tell him off for daring to tell him what to do, but doesn’t say anything. His gaze moves on to Yousetsu, still with that brittle anger in his eyes, and then to Momo.

Eyes glinting like embers. Words like smoke, unreadable, floating in the air and disappearing. Katsuki looks at her eyes, her mouth, the rest of her, but… everything is different. She can’t read him anymore. She doesn’t know.

There must be something she can do for him. She knows it in her heart, she wants it so badly it hurts, but...

He’s too far away.

It only lasts a second, but in that second she feels her heart drop.

Katsuki looks away. “Do what you want.”

He might be telling this to Shinsou, but his words reach her all the same--a stray bullet that goes through skin and sinew, burning through her chest, making her head and her eyes drop to the ground, away from his.

Without looking back, he crosses the street and disappears into his cafe.

 *

 Hard days pass after that fateful encounter.

For Katsuki, at least. The cafe is as busy as ever, but it’s okay. Work is good, even though Jirou treats him like he’s five and glares at him whenever he’s a minute late drinking his fucking meds. Having missed the breakthrough entirely, the snoopy Kaminari hovers over his shoulder constantly, expecting him to keel over any moment. They probably mean well, but he’s sick of this kind of treatment. He isn’t fucking weak and fragile, god anyone just try him, just let him murder one more person who tells him to sleep early god fucking dammit.

He doesn’t have another follow-up due with Best Jeanist, thank fuck. Even though he’s one of the rare few who thinks that Katsuki’s bones aren’t made of glass, he hates seeing that dandy fucker. Constantly reminding him of the past, as if he can fucking go back there and go back to normal. God fucking shit and damn, it’s enough motivation not to fuck up drinking his meds anymore, if it means not seeing this guy for a prolonged period of time.

His so-called-friends aren’t any better. Shinsou is trying his best to be fuckin’ normal, but he can tell that he’s extra careful around Katsuki, like he’d spontaneously combust in the next moment or something. And ever since that shitty fucking Deku saw him again, Kirishima’s been adamant for the two of them to kiss and make up. First of all, yuck. Second of all, fuck you shitty hair Bakugou fuckin’ Katsuki doesn’t just make-up with anyone, least of all Deku who, after all this years, still doesn’t understand that Katsuki’s health is any of his business.

Deku . Shit, just seeing that green-haired crying mess forcing himself on him again, fuckin’ hell! If Shinsou wasn’t there Katsuki doesn’t know what he could have done to that nerd. After the hell that is their shared middle school experience, it’s hard enough getting along with him in UA. Hard enough that the shit followed him into the same med school and the same residency in Musutafu Children’s hospital. All that time with all that guilt, that complex that he doesn’t want anything to do with.

He doesn’t need that in his life. He doesn’t need Deku or that stupid look in his stupid face, as if he’s the one who needs him. He doesn’t need shit.

And… Momo.

Well.

What about Momo?

It’s five AM on a weekend and he’s staring stupidly in the ceiling, trying his fuckin’ hardest not to think of her. Obviously failing, because he’s flashing back to that street where that Headband Fucker is touching her shoulder, looking at her tenderly like there’s no-one else in the world except her.

That look on her face when she turns to him. Confused and shocked and scared and infinitely sad and fuck him if he didn’t want to drop dead right there. His rage against Deku was what kept him going that day. It’s hard looking at Momo in the eye.

That kind of look doesn’t suit her, Katsuki thinks. She’s never going to stop looking like that as long as he’s around her.

Shit, he really hates that Headband Fucker, wants to shove his palm and burn that stupid oversized shit off his forehead but what if that guy is who Momo needs right now?

“Argh!” he growls to the vast expanse of emptiness before him.

Nothing follows. He’s alone. Momo isn’t there anymore.

He sits up and cradles his head. He isn’t going to get any fucking sleep just moping about the past like this, he concludes as he stands up and stretches.

Might as well run.

 *

 The streets of Hosu are empty and dark when he comes out. The streetlights are beginning to dim as the sun begins to slowly rise from the east. He inhales a lungful of cold air and heads out.

Deafening rock music blaring in his ears, the thud of concrete under his feet, the stretch of empty street before him. It’s a good enough combination for him to forget about the shit that’s happening right now. And if he drops dead this time at least he can do it in peace and quiet.

The rhythm is hypnotic, his brain shuts down except for the parts that will his body to move, just the way he likes it. The sky is turning brighter, the shadows of his body start to appear, and his thoughts shut down and fade into silence--

It’s so that he doesn’t notice the flash of white coming from his right.

“Waaah!!!”

He doesn’t snap out of his trance until the collision is milliseconds away from happening. With all his reflexes, he blasts his way up and over the other jogger and lands about three steps away from him. The other guy, probably too surprised to steady himself, falls to the ground.

He doesn’t hear the crash of the other guy’s body, though--much to his surprise, half of it sinks to the ground, which is suddenly soft, for some reason.

Katsuki is at his side in the next second, offering his hand which the other man gratefully takes. “Sorry. I didn’t see you,” he says gruffly, pulling him off the concrete, which is suddenly quicksand.

“Yeah, same here,” the guy says with an easygoing smile. Well, as easygoing as his skull-like appearance allows, at least. He stands up and dusts himself, touching the ground once more as he does. It turns solid. “I’m okay though, I softened the ground right as I fell. How about you?”

“You’re the one who fell there, Skeletor, I’d worry more about you than me.” He’s had enough shitty people worrying about him, thank you very much.

He expects the guy’s face to sour with the new insulting nickname and all--Katsuki wonders why he’s so rude, sometimes--but all the other guy does is laugh. “That’s a cool name! All my online handles in middle school were like that.”

What the fuck, he’s too nice for someone he almost blasted in oblivion.

“But… if you want, you can call me Honenuki too. That’s my real name,” he says, extending his hand out to him. “I live in this neighborhood.”

He doesn’t usually make friends with anyone clumsy enough to crash into him while he’s deep in a running trance, but dammit this guy is so nice it’s hard even for Bakugou fuckin’ Katsuki to remain his rude and abrasive self. “Uh. Yeah. Bakugou,” he says dumbly, shaking his hand. Momentarily he worries that this Honenuki guy will turn his hand to mud too, but luckily he seems to nice even for that.

“Bakugou,” Honenuki repeats, with a curious tilt of the head.

He raises a skeptical eyebrow. “What?”

The fuck, he wants to continue, but he doesn’t want to cuss out this new guy. “Sorry for staring, but you seem familiar--”

Before he can ask though, someone’s running towards them. “Honenuki-san, what on earth--”

Jesus Christ. What did he fuckin’ do to deserve--

“Yaoyorozu,” Honenuki says, with an awkward laugh. Too late he realizes that he’s waist deep in shit when Momo freezes ten feet away from them with those terrified doe-eyes locked on Katsuki’s. “Um, so… it’s my fault, I was running and wasn’t watching where I was going, and almost ran into Bakugou-kun over here who was just… running a different route, and, excuse me Bakugou-kun that stings--”

He almost forgets to let go of the other guy’s hand mid-hand shake. When he does, the other guy’s hand flares red with heat and shines with nitroglycerin. A few more seconds and Skeletor will have a few bones less from his hand. The way he smiles at Momo though, like he’s a cop reassuring a hostage in a warehouse full of thugs, you won’t be able to tell.

The thug in this situation being Katsuki, of course. He doesn’t miss the way Momo tries to avoid his gaze and focuses instead on Honenuki. “I heard explosions. Are you injured?”

“Nope! We’re fine, really.” Poor fucker seems to be choking in the tension, but he tries to smile all throughout. “So, um… we were talking about a race earlier, right Yaoyorozu? I’ve given you enough time to warm-up, right? Bakugou-kun, if you’ll excuse us--”

Katsuki grimaces and turns with a shrug of one shoulder, fully intending to get the fuck out of there and pretend that seeing Momo in that ruby red tracksuit of hers didn’t simultaneously make all of his guts feel like lead and his chest feel like it’s on fire and his brain go stupid. But two steps into his jog, he hears her call out from behind him.

“Bakugou-san. Race me.”

He stops in his tracks. A ridiculous look is on his face when he glares at her.

“Uh. Yaoyorozu?” Honenuki stammers, astonished. “What… are you doing?”

What the fuck is she doing? One eyebrow raised, he gives her the most lackadaisical smirk he can manage. “You heard the bony fucker. What the fuck are you doing?”

“You heard me. Race against me and Honenuki-san.”

“And why the fuck would I do that?”

“We made a bet,” she says. Arms crossed, with a confidence and swagger she pulled out of nowhere, she steps closer to Katsuki and looks him right in the eye. “Loser does whatever the winner says, no questions asked. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Honenuki stammers something useless behind her that Katsuki doesn’t catch. All he’s able to see is the fire in her eyes, the steely determination, the sudden absence of uneasiness and fear in them.

He’s fuckin’ mesmerized, but he doesn’t say it. Still, he doesn’t know what the fuck she’s up to. “I ain’t interested in racing against slowpokes like you,” he says, mockingly.

She shrugs. “Afraid? Well… I suppose I can’t blame you.”

Afraid?! Who’s afraid?!

She turns, the ponytail of hers swishing behind her and falling down her slender back in the way he really likes. Not enough that the swelling irritation in him calms down though. He grabs her shoulder roughly, pulls her in so that she sees the rage in him up close and personal. “Who’s fuckin’ afraid, Ponytail?”

She doesn’t flinch. Just smirks in a way he’s never seen before, eyes burning hot. “It’s on, then.”

“You bet your fuckin’ brains it’s on.”

Behind them, Honenuki sighs in exasperation.  

 *

 The route for the race is simple enough--a loop starting from the Lawson in the corner, passing through 5th avenue and back through the side streets, roughly 1.5 km in distance, uphill at the start and downhill to the finish line.

“So whoever reaches this spot wins,” Honenuki says, tapping the pedestrian lane with one foot. “Do your best you two, but I gotta tell ya, I hate to lose.”

“I know you do, Honenuki-san,” Momo says with a smile. “But I won’t lose just for you.”

Katsuki scoffs. These two are fuckin’ dead.

Momo leaves an alarm-clock like contraption at the side of the street, the sound of which will signal the start of the race. They take their places behind the line, with Honenuki in the middle. Katsuki leans down and focuses on the street in front of him.

The alarm sounds, and they run.

Predictably, Katsuki takes the lead so easily it’s comical. Despite all the shit that has happened to him, he’s kept himself strong and fast and sharp all these years, not slacking off working out even when he was incredibly busy in the hospital. Being strong is all he knows after all, since he was young and had all those stupid dreams of being a pro--

(He was going to be the strongest of them, he was going to be number one, better than anyone in history, better than All Might… he was, he really was, if only--)

He hears footsteps thudding behind him, far away. His legs are screaming and his lungs are thirsty for air, but he can still keep going. He hears ragged breathing louder than he hears their footsteps, making him smirk in victory.

(What the actual fuck was Momo thinking, challenging him like this? She’s really soft and really gentle, he knows, remembers just how those legs and thighs feel under his touch--transformed them into jelly with just his hands and mouth--does she really expect herself to outrun him with those beautiful legs of hers--)

He reaches the top of the hill and begins to feel the strain of sprinting his way up there. He slows down a bit, but not too much to allow either of them to snatch the lead from him. He turns to the sidestreets, where the downhill slope begins, and continues the run.

It’s hard on his knees, but he can manage it. Soon he sees the convenience store and the finish line, and there’s no fuckin’ way that those two brainiacs can snatch the victory from him--

He laughs out loud--there’s too much adrenaline through his veins now, more than he knows what to do with. In an attempt to use it up, he screams, “See ya at the finish line, losers!” which echoes along the empty alleyways, reverberating with the roll of wheels against the concrete--

What. Wheels?

He doesn’t realize it soon enough--the rolling noise comes closer, next to him, then ahead of him, in a blur of red and black, ponytail whipping him in the face along the way.

“The f--”

The sight of Yaoyorozu Momo, in just a sports bra and track pants, jacket nowhere to be seen, riding a fuckin’ longboard like she’s Tony fuckin’ Hawk, should be the stuff of his pubertal fantasies on a normal day.

But seeing her edging closer to the finish line like a fuckin’ cheater just makes him want to explode. 

So he explodes. “Oh no you fuckin’ don’t, Ponytail!!!”

His hands explode behind him like jets and propel him forward. He flies in mid-air, reaching the blue of the sky, faster than he’s ever allowed himself to fly, falling faster than even that.

Soon he sees concrete and red and black, zooming closer and closer--Momo reaches the finish line and looks up at him in sheer horror--

Shit I’m gonna kill her. We’re gonna die, he thinks a tad too late. He reaches out for her, catches her in his arms, twists them so that it’s him that will take the brunt of the crash on the unforgiving pavement, and…

He lands, with a splort.

Not the nicest of sounds, but it’s a safe and soft sound, at least.

Honenuki emerges from the ground beside them, wheezing as if he swam a mile. “Oh my gosh, are you guys okay? I barely just made it here--”

Katsuki wheezes back, “I’m good…”

Honenuki exhales in relief, and pulls himself up as if he’s in a swimming pool. “How about you, Yaoyorozu? Honestly, I thought I was going to have to bring you guys to the hospital after this race--”

Momo isn’t moving very much, but Katsuki feels her breathing. He rubs his hand across her bare back and arms. No fractures there, at least. “Oi. Skeletor’s talking to you. You okay?”

She looks up, nods. And slaps him hard on the face.

“What the fuck, Momo?!”

“Yes, Honenuki-san, I’m okay, because I. Won.” She stands up and stumbles onto the solid ground nearby. Dusting herself off, she doesn’t spare him a glance when she says, sternly, “And you deserve that, Katsuki.”

He knows he does, but what the fuck is this timing?! Right after challenging him to a fuckin’ race and then cheating to get to the finish line, what the hell?! And she’s the one getting pissed?! “Who the fuck won?! Using your quirk to win, that’s fuckin’ cheating!”

“Whoever crosses the line first, wins. There’s no rule against using quirks,” she points out matter-of-factly. “Among the three of us, it’s obviously me. So the two of you owe me.”

By this time, Katsuki’s out of the mud, and Honenuki has turned the ground solid again. But while he is staring dumbly at Momo and her uncharacteristic snappiness, the mudman only looks mildly miffed at the turn of events like he expects it.

“You won fair and square, I guess, so I owe you breakfast,” Honenuki tells her. Eyeing the two of them and the unresolved issues between them, he points a thumb away from them. “I’ll go ahead and order for us, Yaoyorozu. See ya in a bit.”

She smiles, and lets him go ahead. When he’s out of sight, she eyes Katsuki with a disconcerting quiet. A breeze blows past them, making her ponytail sway with the wind, spikes flowing behind her gracefully like she’s in a shampoo commercial.

She… is ridiculously attractive like this, Katsuki thinks, making his loss all the more unbearable. He bares his teeth at her threateningly, and grits out, “What.”

She tilts her head, raises her eyebrows in question. “I beg your pardon?”

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “So. You fuckin’ won and shit, even though you cheated me out of it, but apparently I owe you something. What do you want.”

She smirks--who the fuck taught her how to smirk, he’s going to kill the bastard who made her face even more attractive than it is--and steps closer to him. “Don’t worry, Katsuki. I’m not going to make you do something for me. I just… want to know something. Please answer me truthfully.”

He tries his best not to make a face. He knew she was going to use this win to dig out some answer that he isn’t prepared to give, or to let Momo hear. It’s why he tried his best to win in the first place.

Shit, he should have blasted his way to the finish line from the start. Stupid rule. Still, if Momo has to resort to shit like this, maybe it’s what she needs right now. So he steels himself and says, “What do you want to know?”

Shit, he's done it. She's going to ask about that shitty fucking Deku, why he's ready to kill that fucker on the spot. She's going to ask what the fuck happened to his brain, why Best Jeanist knows him since middle school, why that guy called him Dr. Bakugou, why he quit medicine altogether. Why Shinsou and Kirishima treat him like he's a toddler who can't take care of himself. Why he's like this.

Why he couldn't man up and face her.

She inhales softly, onyx eyes gently searching his. Searching for what, he doesn’t know, but the intensity of her eyes is too much. He looks away and focuses on the pole behind her head.

When she speaks, he feels pressure welling up in her, as if she braces herself to stand against a tsunami. “When,” she says, after a meaningful pause, “is your birthday?”

He stares at her dumbly, waiting for the punchline.

“... what.”

She repeats with all dignity, no nonsense: “When is your birthday?”

“My birthday,” he repeats incredulously. “The reward of the win you almost died for. You’re using it up to know my birthday.” He doesn’t know how his face looks like. It must look like a confused pile of shit, but Momo doesn’t falter, not even with the ridiculous look he gives her.

“Yes,” she answers primly. “Are you going to honor our bet, or not? It’s exceedingly simple, Katsuki.”

He scoffs and keeps himself from mumbling a curse under his breath. “Suit yourself,” he finally grumbles, rubbing his forehead. Taking another deep breath, as if he’s about to reveal a deadly truth about himself, he rasps out, “April 20th.”

“April 20th,” she repeats, with a nod. “Year?”

What the fuck, he thinks to himself, as he rumbles out the year, still incredulous.

She processes this information briefly and nods. “So you’re 27 years old,” she says. “As am I.”

He shrugs. He knows she’s just turned 27 last September 23rd. Because they talked about teas, and she mentioned some snooty cousin of hers who gave her tea from the Himalayas for her birthday, and then she asked about his birthday and he and refused to tell her, just skirted around the question until they were talking about something else, and--

Wait, why didn’t he tell her that back then? There was no reason not to tell, come to think of it. Before he can think too deeply about it, she’s giving him a curt bow and turning away.

“Thank you for telling me,” she says politely, beginning to half-jog away from him. “I have to go now, Honenuki-san is waiting.”

Katsuki nods dumbly and grunts. Again. How many times has he dumbed down in front of this girl this morning, seriously?

With a swish of her ponytail and a small, genuine smile on her mouth this time, she adds, “I suppose I’ll learn more about you when you lose, next time.”

“When I lose?! Oi, who’s gonna--”

But before he can finish the sentence with a juicy profanity, she’s already running off like she hasn’t this morning, not looking back. Soon, she’s gone, and he’s alone on the empty streets of Hosu, exhausted beyond belief but less heavy with secrets and regret. He strangely feels more alive than he felt before.

He shakes his head and begins his walk home. There’s no fuckin’ way he’ll lose to Ponytail next time, though, secrets be damned.

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A Coward's Resolve

Momo Yaoyorozu, three words; his sibling's babysitter.

Todoroki never thought he'd fall in love with anyone for that matter, but here he was in love with the girl that chooses to fold his little brothers underwear out of sheer politeness. She may be a year younger, but it doesn't stop Shouto from feeling less and less confident around her. After understanding his embarrassment was unnecessary he resolves to be more bold and express his feelings. For once it seems like the odds are in his favor.

Oneshot

Teen

2011 words

AO3: link

(UN-EDITED)

Note: 

Hello readers,

It's been a long time since I've been avidly in the BNHA fandom and even longer since I've actually used AO3 and Tumbr. I had published a few other todomomo works way back in the beginning of 2018 (over a year ago!!!), but I decided I no longer wish to return to that account and I wish to remain separated from that identity (?) idek if that makes sense. Anyways I was really motivated to write more Todomomo after seeing this art piece come across my feed on twitter for no reason, it was a blessing though because now I am extremely stuck in the todomomo hole again. The link to the art piece will be at the end of this note.I hope you enjoy this work and as always please give criticisms, regular comments and kudos! 

*clarification: this piece was not based on the artwork, I just really enjoy it!

https://anush_arts.artstation.com/projects/ZK0G1 (if this link no longer works in the future it is a gorgeous drawing by Anush Arts of Todoroki and Momo in full color, kissing in a relaxed position on a yellow covered bed, Momo's hair is down and slightly wavy, she wears a lavender tank top while Todoroki is shirtless and in black shorts, it's nothing NSFW just really sweet because she's sitting beside him and he cradles the back of her head) @anush-arts

Now on to the story:

"Ah, Todoroki I see you're awake."

Todoroki, still half asleep, smiled deliriously at the sound of her angelic voice. He soon realized it was a little too out of place for his bedroom. His eyes shot wide open.

Yaoyorozu Momo was in his room, the gorgeous black-haired girl herself, sitting by the side of his bed in a tank top of all things.

Damn did he wish the context were different.

She made eye contact with him and winked as he sat straight up, not wanting to seem like a child.  It took him a moment to realize he wasn't wearing a shirt, because Yaoyorozu showed no reaction at all. He was thankful she didn't make him more embarrassed by becoming flustered herself, but a little part of him wished he had been more bold to her in the past to elicit that type of reaction. She hardly batted an eyelash after seeing him half naked. He opened his mouth to say something, but she shushed him with a single finger pressed to her lips, gesturing toward the sleeping child to her and his right.

If he didn't already feel emasculated enough she just had to remind him that at seventeen years old he was still sharing a room with his younger brother Natsuo, who was only four.

His parents had needed a babysitter for his siblings because a four year old boy and two year old girl aren't exactly easy to handle. Of course, stubborn Todoroki had refused to help out around the house leading them to turn to Yaoyorozu, the responsible girl who lived a block away. She was only sixteen, but the most mature person Todoroki knew by far.

She stared at his sleeping sibling fondly as she bent over to pick up the legos strewn across his floor. Todoroki watched her backside sneakily for a moment before getting up to put on some real clothes.

Todoroki had a secret desire to be more confident around girls, but it really wasn't something he'd employed on his everyday life. He opted to slip into his closet to change, but not without promising once again this act of cowardice would be his last. Who knew if he really meant it.

Todoroki took exceptionally long to pick his outfit just to impress her. He finally decided on something that expressed style, but not "I'm trying too hard."

When he emerged she was gone. He walked toward his bed contemplating going back to sleep at 9:00 PM, but stopped himself. He saw his discarded pajama pants, which he threw out of the closet door, folded neatly with a small sticky note on top. He also realized the note on the flimsy piece of paper had substance.

Todoroki-san, you were asleep all day lol. I know training is hard, but please think of your cognitive health as well. You need to eat, I am making a night time snack. Please join me :9. - Y

He didn't need to finish the note before guilt of potentially not indulging Yaoyorozu's request made his legs move on their own.

As he walked through the hall the aroma of hearty broth filled his nose. He chuckled. It was just like Yaoyorozu to cook a really unconventional snack, the uniqueness really stood out in a household of forced status quo.  

The Todoroki household's kitchen was large to say the least, the unwelcoming feel of the dull walls and steel appliances was brightened by Yaoyorozu's cheerful demeanor. She had cracked a window open to let the gentle sound of far off cicadas fill the absence the kitchen left her.

Beads of sweat formed on her slight shoulders as she softly danced around while humming in the summer heat.

The sight was one to behold. Todoroki contemplated going up to her and leaning his head over her shoulder to check what she was making, but that subtle type of flirting was way out of his comfort zone.

He was about to just settle into the couch when Yaoyorozu grabbed the knife she was using to chop carrots and started waving it around in some sort of spastic dance? Todoroki couldn't help, but laugh, who could blame him? Unfortunately Yaoyorozu heard his low chuckle an opened her eyes wide in embarrassment.

They stared at each other for just enough time for the pot Yaoyorozu had previously been stirring to boil over.

Yaoyorozu quickly snapped out of her flushed daze and hurried toward the pot that was currently spilling liquid all over the stove. She attempted to turn the heat down, but right as she touched the handle she jerked her arm back. Some of the soup had already reached the knob making it extremely hot to the touch. She stuck her finger in her mouth while lifting her tank top to cover her unburnt hand as a makeshift oven mitt. The stove was successfully turned off and Todoroki was already at her side trying and failing to ignore her exposed midriff.

Todoroki took his mind off of her body to slide open the nearest drawer, hopeful that there was a bandage inside. Luckily for the both of them a single band aid lay in mint condition next to various paperwork for whatever reason.

"Yaoyorozu."

He tried to get her attention in an almost whisper since they were so close.

"Yaoyorozu I have a band aid."

Still no response. Todoroki tapped her shoulder, mindful to not touch her bare skin with his naturally cold hands.

She continued to fret and mutter, sucking on her pointer finger no longer out of necessity, but stress.

Sighing he reached past her shoulders and grabbed her wrist, pulling her finger from her mouth and drying it with his own sleeve.

"Yaoyorozu, please focus."

She froze. Yaoyorozu stood still in what Todoroki thought was compliance to his request, but in reality she was in shock. A noticeable blush spread from her neck up and she shrunk herself to let Todoroki's arms guard her sides. It was even worse when he asked her to lift the burn toward him.

She didn't want to question him and sound like an idiot so she did as he told her to. Todoroki leaned forward, over her shoulder, to the point where his lips were almost touching her finger. He puckered his lips together and...blew. The lukewarm stream of air relieved some of the heat while he peeled the wrapper off of the band aid and placed it around her finger. "Sorry that it's Hello Kitty. I don't have anything else."

Momo smiled tentatively, and turned around to face him. When she completed the 180 he slowly retracted his arms from around her, making sure to be a complete gentleman and not touch her once. Todoroki looked nervous, sheepish even, he began rubbing the back of his neck, fearing her response.

"I really feel like I should pay you back Todoroki, that was really kind of you."

She turned back around and reached for two bowls, high in the kitchen's myriad of cabinets. Yaoyorozu wasn't exactly short, but the Todoroki family was extremely tall. She struggled to reach the shelf and deemed it unladylike to climb the counter top. Todoroki didn't miss one beat and again reached over her to grab the dishes.

"You do to much around this house anyways. You do realize you're being paid to sit and watch TV with my siblings, not act like a maid."

Yaoyorozu knew he meant it to be as polite as possible though the delivery was a bit crude. She reached around him to grab a ladle and began to pour soup into his bowl then her own.

"Are you telling me to stop folding all of your laundry because you'd be a mess if it wasn't for me."

Yaoyorozu jested and the slight blush on her cheeks finally calmed down. Todoroki laughed at her small joke, deciding to dismiss the whole thing all together.

Yaoyorozu carried on serving their meal and Todoroki followed her like a shy puppy to his dining room table.

The silence that enveloped them in the dark kitchen was bordering on comfortable to say the most. The only noises heard were the clinks of spoons on porcelain and ever buzzing summer cicadas.

Todoroki shot a look at Yaoyorozu, who was absorbed in her soup and currently adding a pinch more salt to her personal bowl. She was adorable, her hair crowning the tips of her ears ever so gracefully as she pushed it back to lift her spoon to her mouth. Her delicate lips pursed and formed the cutest 'o' Todoroki had ever seen.

He wanted to say something, but just couldn't lift the pressure of the stillness.

Yaoyorozu on the other hand was jittery, she could feel the blatant stare of Todoroki hovering over her ever since the consistent sound of his minor slurping stopped completely. She was a woman of action though and looked up, already offering a thin smile.

Todoroki showed no reaction to her sudden display of awareness. Inwardly he cried with joy, outwardly his face stayed stoic.

The teen babysitter across from him stopped fiddling with her soup bowl all together. Trading the spoon for a lock of her own hair she rolled it between her fingers over and over, a sign of nervousness.

"What's with the flirting?"

She blurted out the most blunt statement of the night, which was saying a lot with Shouto present. As soon as the words left her mouth her hands flew up to cover her betraying lips.

He was shocked, confused, nervous, completely overrun with emotions. When he stayed frozen and didn't respond Yaoyorozu continued speaking out of awkwardness-lifting habit.

"Ever since your parents hired me you've never rested in your antics. What am I to make of it?"

Her diction was polite, but a slight twinge of desperation in her voice showed through. Todoroki shook off his complicated reaction and said it how it was, albeit even he was confused.

"Yaoyorozu I've never flirted with you…"

She looked distraught, panic of her misinterpretation created a fearful mask over her entire body.

"I'm sorry I must have-"

Todoroki interrupted her floundering.

"That doesn't mean I don't want to."

His sheepish demeanor returned, he was in disbelief of what he just said. Todoroki did the opposite of Yaoyorozu in the fact that he made no attempt to speak again and further agitate the awkward situation. Instead he clammed up mentally and physically as shown in his body language.

The void in the air was especially thick, neither one wanted to speak up first. Instead they opted to avoid eye contact and shuffle their feet.

Momo was too emotionally tired to speak first again and shockingly Shouto stepped up into her shoes.

"Did you really think I was flirting with you?"

Todoroki hid his eyes in a downcast glance while Yaoyorozu practically spoke with aggression.

"What was I supposed to think when you held my hands walking me home? Visited my locker personally to return my school books I left here one night? Todoroki you are infuriating!"

With the last puff of her frustration out of her system Momo coughed out of pure shock of her rudeness. She hunched over and hugged her knees to her chest, shielding herself from his response. When it didn't come she peeked over her arms to see a genuine smile emanating from the boy across from her.

Before either of them could get a syllable of their already open mouths a creek was heard from upstairs. Their eyes widened as tiny footsteps made their way from room to room and finally emerged in the form to Natsuo.

"Momo! I'm hungry."

The atmosphere was ruined, yet Shouto and Momo exchanged knowing looks. She gave him a wide grin before hurrying to Natsuo's side, baby voice in full effect.

Shouto stayed at the table, but looked on fondly. He clenched both hands into fists and made a genuine promise to himself. For once, Todoroki really really really resolved to approach Momo next time.

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How Far Will You Go? 11

After Shoto and I left the maze, he walked me to my room. He told me to meet him back at the same place tomorrow morning so the four of us would be able to try to sort everything. I promised him that I'd be there and he kissed my forehead good night before he walked off down the hall. I watched his back as he retreated and then turned into my room.

I was still feeling giddy by the time I walked into my room and I had a hard time falling asleep. But I did. Eventually.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of birds chirping next to my window. I groaned and quickly got dressed, wondering what time it was by the time I finally rolled my ass out of bed. I got dressed and made my way to the meeting place where Shoto told me to be. I hoped that I wasn't too late.

But alas, my luck was never so good. Kyoka and Momo were already there, sitting on the gazebo next to each other. Shoto was pacing around in the center of the clearing.

"I guess I'm late," I said as I walked in.

Shoto's head snapped up and his face lit up when he saw me. And by lit up, I mean, instead of his usual blank expression, his eyes widened just a bit and a small smile formed on his lips. It was cute how he wasn't overly expressional. I smiled back and blushed a bit. He walked over to me and gently took my hand before leading me over to the girls.

"I knew you slept in late, but this is a little ridiculous," Momo said. "You missed lunch."

My blush darkened. "Sorry. Long night. Had a hard time falling asleep."

Momo shot me a grin and looked between me and Shoto. "Mmhmm, can't imagine what could have caused that," she said. "I thought I told you not to keep her out too long."

Shoto simply shrugged, unabashed. "I didn't. I brought her back to her room an hour or so after she met with me," he smirked, a shit eating grin of sorts. "If she was up longer than that, then maybe something was on her mind."

I glared at both of them. "I hate you both," I said. "Stop teasing me."

Shoto chuckled and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "That's not what you were saying last night."

My face turned the color of the roses in the garden and I pushed Shoto away. He laughed a bit as he stumbled. When he regained his footing he walked back up to me and offered his hand again. I almost reluctantly took it.

"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't help myself. Your reactions are just so adorable," he said.

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "Just shut up."

He chuckled and Momo looked on amused. "You know, this is better than reading a romance novel," Kyoka said.

Momo nodded in agreement and grinned at me. "Much better," she said. "Maybe we should I've vicariously through them."

"I hate all of you," I muttered again.

"No you don't," they all said together.

"Ugh. Can't we just talk about what we all met up here to talk about now? Or are you going to keep teasing me?" I asked, annoyed.

"I'd like to keep teasing you," Shoto said.

"I second that," Momo said.

"Motion carried," Kyoka added with a smirk.

"Ugh. I'm leaving then," I said and turned around.

I started walking, but just as I was about to let go of Shoto's hand, he tightened his grip and pulled me back. I stumbled and nearly fell into him, but he caught me, keeping his arms around me from behind. He kissed the top of my head.

"Fine, fine," he said. "I think we can take pity on you for now."

I blushed but didn't try to walk out of his arms. "All right," I said. "Thank you."

"Well, then let this meeting of Secret Lovers commence," Momo said.

"Secret Lovers?" I said and raised an eyebrow.

She shrugged. "I thought it sounded cool."

"Leave the naming to me," I sighed.

Kyoka giggled. "Anyway," she said. "There are a few things that we need to talk about, aren't there?"

Shoto rested his chin on the top of my head. "Yeah. A few glaring details that we should probably start thinking about."

I looked down at the ground. Those few glaring details were really just one that all the other things sort of branched off of. We had to keep our relationships a secret until we could figure out a way around Shoto and Momo's engagement. Shoto seemed to sense my unease and tightened his arms around me. I leaned into him a bit.

I looked up at Momo and Kyoka and saw that Momo looked a little depressed at the thought, too. Kyoka had one arm around her shoulders and the other holding her hand in her lap. They looked really cute together and I would hate to see something happen where seeing the two of them happy like that was an impossibility.

"We'll figure something out," I assured the two of them.

Momo looked up at me and nodded. "Yeah... but until then what should we do?"

"We could fake it," Shoto said.

I turned my head up and looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"Well, hear me out," he said. "You and Kyoka are supposed to be mine and Momo's chaperones, right? Well, when we're all together we can come in here and hide out in our own private sanctuaries. Neither my father nor his men come in here. They get lost. We'll just carry on as normal basically. When I'm not with Momo and Kyoka, I can be with you in the library like before and Momo and Kyoka can do what they usually do when I'm not around." He started to sound progressively more excited as he spoke. "Nothing really has to change."

Momo thought a moment and then looked at Kyoka. She shrugged. "I mean it works," Kyoka said. "The other knights and staff never really suspected anything when they saw that Shoto and _____ hung out in the library or when you and I would walk around the garden and just talk."

"I suppose the two of you have a point," Momo said and sighed.

"Don't worry," Shoto said. "My father is pretty blind to anything that doesn't directly relate to him or power, so if we don't purposely call attention to it, he won't notice until we want him do."

"But what about our father?" I said. "He and Momo's mother are going to visit in the spring to take me home and be here for your wedding."

"We'll just have to figure out a plan of action before then," he said.

I nodded. "All right..."

The current plan didn't exactly quell any of my anxieties, but at least we bought us some more time to figure out. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to think, but it was hard to think of something actually useful when I was wound up. It also didn't help that I was focusing on the feeling of Shoto's arms around me. It was calming, but there was also a fear that this wouldn't last.

The more I kept trying to think about it, however, the more the thought-circle and the pit in my stomach grew. I couldn't help but think of the possibilities of what if it didn't work out? What if I was taken away and forced to marry someone else? What if I couldn't be with Shoto like I wanted to be? All the "what if's" just kept piling and piling on to the point where I wasn't sure there even was a way to figure out a solution. Just when I was about to voice my concerns, Shoto spoke.

"If there's nothing else we need to think about right now," Shoto said. "Then I'm going to steal _____."

"Go for it," Momo said. "Kyoka and I will be around if. You need us."

Shoto nodded and let go of me, taking my hand. "Come with me," he said and started leading me away from my sister and her girlfriend.

*     *     *

He held my hand when we walked through the maze, but when we left the maze, he let go. I followed as he brought my thought the castle to the library. He held the door open for me. I stepped inside and he didn't say anything as he followed me in. Grabbing our books that we left on the table, he motioned for me to follow him. I did and he led me deeper into the library.

He brought me to a part of the library that I only noticed in passing when I was looking for something new to read every other week. There was a fire place in the corner and two arm chairs situated on either side of a nice comfortable looking couch.

"Sit," he said and motioned to the couch.

I did and he took the seat next to me, holding out my book. I took it.

"I usually come back here in the late fall, winter time, to read," he told me. "But seeing as you could probably use a little time to relax, I thought I could help you better back here."

I looked at him, a little confused. He shrugged and wrapped my arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. Once I was half laying on him, he turned his body and leaned diagonally across the cushions and back against the arm rest, keeping me against him. When all was said and done, I was resting my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He didn't open his book just yet, instead laying it down on the ground and put his hand on my shoulder and ran the other one through my hair.

"I hope you don't mind me being so forward," he said. "But I thought this might help."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You were starting to panic in the maze," he said simply. "I know the signs... I wanted to see if I could prevent you from breaking down, so I thought, what better way to do that, then to take you where no one would walk in on us and comfort you."

I looked up at him to see him looking back down on me with a small smile. "How did you know I was panicking?" I asked.

"You were starting to shake and you're breathing was faster," he said. "I took an educated guess."

I smiled slightly at him. "Thank you," I said.

He brushed his fingers across my cheek and smiled back. "No thanks necessary," he promised and kissed my forehead.

"Come here," I said and leaned up a bit.

He chuckled and slid his hand from my cheek to the back of my head. "You know, typically the man makes the first move," he teased.

I shrugged. "You could have last night or just now," I said. "Slowpoke."

He chuckled and shook his head but I didn't let him say anything before I pressed my lips to his.

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Aang Week - Day 2: Legacy.

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Rating: K Characters: Aang, Katara Relationship(s): Aang/Katara (implied; can mostly be read as gen) Summary: A week (and a half) after Sozin’s Comet, Aang and Katara talk about how they can carry on the legacy of their lost people. Word count: 1,851 Warnings: Overly abusive to ellipses and possible mood whiplash. Seriously, though, allusions to genocide, but if you’ve seen AtLA, you’re probably fine.

Aang leans against Appa, who had been staying in the Fire Nation’s royal stable the past week. He begins shifting around the straw so it wouldn’t stick in his clothes so much while he slept. He was free to sleep inside the palace, but the large beds in the even larger rooms with scarce decoration and lighting just made him feel alone and small. “When are you planning on going back to the Southern Water Tribe?” He asks Katara, who was in the process of unbraiding her hair for the night with her bone-tooth comb, occasionally scolding Momo whenever he would paw at loose strands.

“After Zuko’s coronation,” she replies, turning to look at him, but continues with her combing. She turns her attention back to her hair before adding, “Maybe a little later. I’m still worried about him.” Katara’s brows furrow briefly, but Aang isn’t able to decipher whether it was out of worry, or because her comb had gotten snagged on an area of matted hair.

“Is there anything seriously wrong?” Aang ventures. It was doubtful it since no one had said anything, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

“Not anything that goes beyond the initial injury,” Katara sets her comb down, having finished unbraiding her hair and uses her newly freed hand to stroke Momo’s back, propping herself up on her other arm. The lemur chirrups contentedly and curls up in her lap. “But it’s still lightning,” she continues. “Something could go wrong and we could be back at square one. It doesn’t help that he’s not resting as much as he should be so he’s healing slower than normal.”

Her eyes are downcast, and her tone had that tired lilt that Aang had been hearing from her ever since Sozin’s Comet. “Even if something like that does happen, you’re not the only person looking out for him. Plus,” Aang forces cheer into his voice. “You have to take care of yourself too. You’re not getting enough rest, either. Zuko doesn’t need a babysitter.”

She sighs. “You’re right. I’m probably more worried than I need to be.”

If Katara had her mind set on something, Aang convincing her to back off, even a little bit, is a victory in his book. Or…at least she’s probably going to back off a little. She had gotten better about being so nosey since Toph’s stunt as the Runaway, but Aang is sure she had been tearing out more hair than was probably healthy the past week. Week-and-a-half, rather. Katara and Zuko had been in the Capital for four days after the Comet by themselves and apparently didn’t get any information on how the war had turned out so all they had been able to do is wait and hope for the best. She’d said that Zuko’s recovery had been very touch and go, especially after he’d become very feverish the day after the Comet, which that made the entire thing even worse. She hadn’t gone into anything in detail, but just finished with saying how relieved she was that everyone was alright. A little singed, but alive.

“Are you going to be staying here for a while, Aang?” Katara asks.

Thankful for the change of topic, Aang answers, “I think so. I need to go to some parts of the Earth Kingdom, but I think I’ll be in the Capital for a while,” he picks up a piece of straw and begins to idly strip away broken ends. “Sokka kind of implied that the only reason some towns and cities with nobility in them aren’t trying to start a civil war over is because I’m here and they’re scared of me. The Fire Sages aren’t very happy with what their monarchy looks like right now, either, and that doesn’t help at all.”

“I see,” Katara rubs her arm. “Are you going to be able to go back to the Air Temples any time soon? I know you’ve said you’ve been wanting to.”

Aang chews his lip for a moment. “I need to rebuild them,” he says eventually, and tosses the piece of straw he’d been picking at to the side. “I can’t let the history of the Air Nomads be gone for good, but now’s not the time. Things are too unstable for me to take a break from being the Avatar.”

Katara scratches between Momo’s ears. “You’re going to have to repopulate the airbenders too, won’t you?”

It takes Aang a moment, but he blushes at the implication. “I mean not now…”

Katara laughs a little at that, much improving Aang’s mood. “I meant eventually,” she tells him, a faint smile in her expression. She sobers. “I heard that in Air Nomad tradition, monks don’t raise their children, but just let other people do it. Are…are  you going to be doing that?” Her expression is pinched, and Aang can only assume that she’s worried about what he would say.

“No.” He says firmly. “I’ve seen how much kids need their parents this past year. Both of them. I wouldn’t ever want to take that away from someone.”

She smiles at him, although it’s a strained. “So you’re going to be reforming some of the Air Nomad beliefs, huh?”

“Well that’s the only one I’ve really thought about,” Aang replies thoughtfully. “I won’t be making changes like that lightly. The reason that was done so we wouldn’t feel earthly attachments and our loved ones wouldn’t be holding us to the physical world. But it would have never worked because you’re going to get attached to someone. You’re too young to really understand the purpose of that kind of separation, anyway. People have to make the decision to detach themselves from the world and everything in it for themselves when they’re old enough. Having freedom of choice is probably the most vital part of freedom when it really comes down to it.”

“Is that some of your Avatar Aang wisdom?” Katara teases.

“Maybe?” Aang can’t help but grin a little at her teasing. “I just know that I don’t think I’d have been able to detach myself from everyone I know, even if I wasn’t the Avatar.” Well, he already knew he wouldn’t be able to detach himself from everyone. When Guru Pathik had tried to get him to, it…didn’t turn out very well. To say the least.

“Aang?” Katara looks to the side. “Since you’re changing something that the Air Nomads held dear for so long, do you…do you think that you’re somehow disgracing them?” She sounds hesitant, and it clearly sounded like it was hard for her to get her words out.

“Not at all.” Aang replies immediately. “I’m not even going against any of the taught beliefs. I’m just reforming a flawed tradition.” He looks at her curiously. “Why do you ask?”

“The things Hama taught me…” she takes a moment to pause, but continues. “By themselves, they weren’t bad. But they were very harsh; more brutal than the Northern Water Tribe. Master Pakku always taught me to be concise whenever I was in a fight with someone, and to never cause unnecessary damage. But everything that Hama did was just to cause as much damage as possible with no care how much it was.”

“Katara, that was Hama,” Aang emphasizes. “She was completely concerned with causing as much damage as possible. There’s no reason to think that everyone from the South was like that. Some of those techniques were made for living in the Fire Nation. They couldn’t have even been developed in the Southern Water Tribe.”

“I know that,” Katara says. “But she’s the only living master waterbender left from the Southern Tribe from before the Fire Nation took away our waterbenders, and she was my only way of learning anything about my heritage. What she taught me is all I’ll ever know about the Southern style.” She stares at him acutely. “I’ve always known that I would have to carry on the legacy of the waterbenders from the South. But all that I learned from Hama that what is left of it is anger, bitterness, and vengefulness. Everything it was from before the war is gone.” She looks down at Momo, her eyes glazed over. “I guess I was just wondering what you would do. Since you’re trying to not let something be lost to the world too. You said that you’re still respecting your culture by changing a tradition. But for me…”

“I…I don’t know what I would do in your situation.” Is all he can say in response. “I’m sorry that all I can do is listen.”

“I wanted to teach the waterbenders from the North the Southern style, but I barely know anything about it myself.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “I’m so sorry, Katara.” Aang says again. What else can he do except apologize? He doesn’t know how to help her, and he won’t bother with empty platitudes.

“No, it’s nothing you should apologize for,” she half-laughs ruefully and looks away. “It’s not your fault. I should be thanking you instead of laying all of my problems at your feet.”

“No, I don’t mind. I always love listening to your problems. I just hope that just listening will be enough. I…well I won’t be able to solve your problems sometimes.”

She stares at him with those big, blue eyes that have always sent shivers down his spine from the first day he met her, and has that soft smile on her face that somehow makes all of Aang’s worries dissipate. “You’ve already done more for me than I could ever repay you for. Since you’ve returned, you made everything that I’ve ever dreamed about come true. You gave me the opportunity to become a master waterbender. You let me help end the war so everyone can come home. You even let me confront my mother’s killer and helped me through it. I can’t thank you enough for all of that.”

Before Aang can tell her that she accomplished all of that herself, she presses on. “And you always make time to have conversations like this with me,” her eyes look watery, but the warmth in her expression doesn’t waver. “Thank you.” She looks away to scrub her tears with the heel of her hand, her smile still steady throughout. “I think my tiredness is catching up to me.” She says, laughing faintly.

“I think we both need some sleep,” Aang can’t help but smile along with her. “But you’ve already done a lot for me too. You don’t need to repay me for anything.”

Ignoring Momo’s annoyed chirping at being disturbed, Katara moves to embrace Aang, resting her chin on his shoulder once he returns the hug. They hold onto each other for what Aang feels like was not long enough, but Katara looks much more content than she had been when they first began their conversation.

“We should get some sleep.” He says. “I doubt tomorrow will be any less busy.”

Katara sits next to him, leaning against Appa and pecks Aang on the cheek, leaving him blushing. “Good night, Aang.”